.oot uoy etah i .uoy etah i

I woke up this morning, and it was still POURING snow.
And I'm still here. It's one of the many tragedies in my life. GAH. PS. the plowing system here sucks.

When I picked up my board from OU, the guy there was telling me how it turned out better than any board he's grinded down=SMOOTH riding.

I cannot believe this snow.

Tomorrow:
8am Marriage and Family final
2:30 D&C final
Tuesday:
Anatomy final at some point in the day. And if I'm ambitious, (which is usually not the case, but I should state the possiblity nontheless) my Physiology final as well.
Wednesday:
Physiology final (if my ambitiousness fails).
I will be home free once I have that dreaded Physiology final overwith.

Last night preparation for a feast was started. Not really, just jambalya and pies. Joe cooked the Jambalya and I baked the pies. I baked three (3) pies. Two blueberry:

The other one has been eaten. And one apple:

There was a bit of an adventure with the apple. I grabbed the cinnamon to put in the apples. I started to sprinkle it on, and I noticed it did NOT smell like cinnamon. EHHHHHHHH...It was CUMIN. Not exactly the spice you put in apple pies. But it's nothing a LOT of sugar and cinnamon can't cover up. It adds a special something. It's the new cinnamon.

with a fist full of steal

I want to grow up.
My cell phone was dropped today. For the last time. Broken in half, just like that, on the wet pavement as Blake was fixing my bike--which is no longer broken. I now use my old old Nokia. The buttons stick, and it's always telling me I have a missed call when I don't have any sort of thing.
Heather and I drove up to SLC for dinner at the sister's house. We had a conversation. It was long and animated, and it was raining/slushing/snowing outside. It was perfect. The conversation fit the weather--which, depending on how you view rain and snow, could have been good or bad--I'm not telling. (But it was satisfying.)
I'm looking forward to tomorrow. It may just be my first powder day of the season. AKA, Kayte's therapy session. There is no way I'm going to class.

Lets hear it for the inversion. I love breathing stale air.

I don't suppose the river flows for me

I didn't get the job with the computer labs. I'm over it. I went to see a man about a job promised to me if I wanted it. I went and I got it. I now need to talk to a man named Max to complete the hiring process. I'm looking forward to having a job on campus.
GAH last night was HELL. Not really. Just most of it. Lance bought me food. But Andrew G. is back with a vengence. The kid gets under your skin. He doesn't stop talking.
Some serious reflection has been going on in my head. It's been good. I've been convinced that I don't mentally live in Utah. I stuck somewhere between Monroe and Provo. And thats bad.
This is the chemical make-up of cocaine:

Just thought you all should know. I must go make my way to campus. I have an organic chemistry study session. I love organic chemistry. I should become a chemist. Forget nursing/midwifery.

And so it goes...

I spent 6 hours in the Anatomy lab yesterday. Studying took up 5 of those hours. My last hour was spent taking my Anatomy final. I walked out smelling of phenol. The smell permeated my clothes down to my very last layer, but I'm pretty sure I also walked out of there with a more-than-satisfactory score. I forgot the muscle insertion for the Masseter. I'm hoping it's the ramus of the Mandible, but due to my current, out right rebellion against Human Anatomy, I am refusing to open my Lab Manual to find out. I'm most likely wrong, but what's half a point?

Ask me what/where any bone/muscle/vessel/nerve/organ is in the body. I dare you.


Today is my last day at work. It's like this burden is being lifted off my back. Goodbye world of print it, pack it, ship it. Goodbye and farewell.

I read this book when I was 9. It was dramatization of a little boys experience in Hawaii on December 7th, 1941. My mom made me write a book report on it. I even made this poster and glued pictures of things from the book. I hate book reports. They make me not like a book. But I remember this book, and I really liked it. Happy Pearl Harbor Day. Don't go watch the movie please-unless you like sex in a parachute.

wildcat

I had a dream last night and in that dream, someone called me Kayte Kat. I haven't heard that in a long time. As I was changing into some cozy pajamas last night, I pulled out a shirt I haven't worn in a while. It's a shirt that someone(s) made for me, and although I pretty much think these someone(s) are quite crazy, I cherish the shirt. So in honor the the crazies, and in honor of the shirt and in honor of the dream and in honor of my bangs and in honor of my sweet tribal earrings and in honor of my bikeresque sunglasses:

Officially, this is the most recent picture of me. I'm going to eat some Life Cereal, and maybe some hot chocolate-Stephen's of course-because it's 11:30 and I haven't eaten the most important meal of the day.