"Life is nothing but the occasional burst of laughter rising above the interminable wail of grief."

I won scrabble yesterday with a double two letter word: mu and ma. (The M was my last letter.) I need to better myself at that game. It would be in my best interest to do so I think.
Mom and Dad are coming out. They'll be here tonight. I get to hang with my dad all week and go snowboarding with him, and then get hugs and kisses from my mommy whom I miss soooo much. Completely stoked to see them.
I saw Dedication Saturday night up in Park City. It was wonderful. Minus the front row seat that distorted a normal view of the movie, caused me to think Mandy Moore was unattractive for short moments, and made my back kill all day yesterday.

telling the difference is like figuring out those beta and alpha bonds.

Remember that one time I was in Italy? And I saw stuff like the Laocoon and the Pieta? I forget. All the time. Yesterday, I found a receipt for that gelato place down the street from St. Peter's square. Best gelato I have ever had in my life. EVER. Punto!

That was such a great day. That whole trip is one big blur. But I remember things like: our last night in Rome at the Spanish Steps. I still don't understand the fascination with those steps. There's always too many people there to even enjoy them. I remember going to market and buying blood oranges. Oh, I miss blood oranges. I love remembering things. I need to do it more often.
And I remember that defining moment in my life; this was the night. I don't remember why, but it was a night that could have gone very differently. I think Mirah saved my life in a way:

So silly how so much can change in the course of months, weeks, days. Hair today:

Gone tomorrow. My room is empty:

I hope Matt returns my dragon shirt. I left it at home and apparently he's been wearing it. I'm glad someone is enjoying it, but it's my masterpiece. And my symbol for sticking it to the man. I want it back!
Also, Mom says I can't be a loner. Ha ha.

oh, mandy

I wonder where Deana has gone. I haven't seen her for maybe 3 days? A little worrysome because I live with her, but I think she's just Sundancing it too much. Next year, if I'm around, I want to be non-existent around Sundance time too. But hopefully I won't be around, and I'll be somewhere unknown to me in this world, totally oblivious to the fact thats it's Sundance time.

I was walking by the bowling ally in the Wilk, and they were playing 'Ridin Diirty'. It was too strange.

You're not a baby if you feel the world.

Last night, driving home from work, some BYU shmuck ran his front end into my backend. Many of you may know that I have been hoping for a rearender to happen to me since I got my car because of the big ol' crack in the bumper my car came with. Finally, it happened. How often do these things happen? Especially when you want them to... And what kind of damage do I get? Natta. Nothing. A little bit of his paint on my back end, which can be scrapped off. Thats it.
I JUST WANT A NEW BUMPER PEOPLE! Who runs into someone's backend and doesn't leave some sort of crack or scratch? Imposterous in my opinion.

Pictures of my new androgenous hair style coming soon.

I just spent three hours driving home from Salt Lake.

.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.

you gave your body to the lonely

Can we address the subject of sleep-talking? According to Wikipedia, sleep-talking, also known as somniloquy, runs in families. My sister talks in her sleep all the time. I found that through our joint living situation growing up. I only learned that I talked in my sleep when I moved in with my much beloved roommate, Rachel, two years ago. I've often told her to tell me to shut up when she hears me, but she insists that she is fascinated by the gibberish she hears. It was last night that I woke and kept her awake for several minutes with very involved, loud and animated talk of who is going to eat the chocolate. I really wish I could remember what I dreampt about last night...
I can recall once in my childhood an instance of my sister talking in her sleep. She seemed to be with many other people, and from what she versed, it seemed that they were sneaking around some place trying to steal something. It will always remain in my memory because she kept me captivated for several minutes in the middle of the night as she and her comrads tried to decide who would "go first". It was as if I were listening to a radio show-like back in the 40's and 50's and the world was about to end.
Sleep is such a strange thing. It seems on days when I get the most sleep, I am the most tired. And on days I get next to no sleep, I'm fine.

There is a budding romance at my job. It's almost like a movie. She rides her bike to work every day. And the other night, when it was snowing, he went out of the way to bring her home on his lunch break. Last night they worked together again. He leaves earlier than her. Her and I get off at the same time, and as we were leaving, he was waiting outside, as a surprise, to bring her home. It's such an unlikely match. She is one of the strangest people I know. Someone I like to say, "Just doesn't get it." He is an RM who looks like he's 17. He's quiet, but he smiles alot.
Brian wasn't as resistant to my resignation as I thought he would be. It almost makes me sorry to leave, but not really.
This is a blog is boring, but I did learn that Ian MacKaye IS the singer of Minor Threat, Fugazi AND Embrace--among other things of course.

=

used to be one of the rotten ones and i liked you for that

It's snowing.
It's snowing.

I'm putting in my two weeks today. My last day of work will be Dec. 7th.




"This may sound like gibberish to you, but... I think I'm in a tragedy."

words never rang so true.

battle of the sexes is the silliest game.

people can be really lame. i wish i understood what was going on in my life. hah. i'm so laaaaammmmme.
today was the first day of the rest of my life. kinda. don't ask, actually-please do. i shot up to brighton and from 9-4 spent riding on SNOW. snow? snow. wind. snow. wind. snow. ice? sun. wind. snow. the first half of the day was blah. i don't know why. it was nice to be back on the mountain, but for some reason, my mind was somewhere else. i think it was my music selection. towards the end of the day i put in lady sov. i love how music can change attitudes.

lady sov helped me have the best 5 runs of the day. so tidgy. i'll show these boys how i can spit.
last night i purchased 2 cd's from amazon. i love amazon. it's a perfect outlet for impulse buying.
the lost sounds

and the clears

nick lowe, the modern lovers, the sonics. rock n' roll.

this is my home away from home. get used to it.

sometimes you're to blind to see anything attractively

i woke up so abruptly this morning. it really bothered me. i'm a fan of the slow method of waking up. opening one eye at a time, seeing if you can still move your legs...
there's nothing worse than waking up to:
a) people yelling your name
b) a telephone ring
c) an alarm with that annoying "beep!beep!beep!"

my favorite things to wake up to is:
1) rain
2) transatlanticism

this brings us to my next subject: lack of sleep. lately i have been a culprit of zero(0) sleep. i can only function so long on 3-6 hours of sleep every night. it's my own fault of course. i love being with people. it's just disappointing. i used to be such a good little sleeper. what happend? oh yah.

i'm going to quit my job. i realized how much i hate, hate, hate wearing a uniform when, on halloween, i got to wear whatever i wanted and it was the best night of work i had had in a really long time. also, management has gotten progressively worse since i came back from vacation. people got promoted, and, inturn, turned into powertripping sons-of-bitches. it makes me really sad. i enjoy what i do, but the people i do it with are intolerable at times. i'm done.



i love cold. i love rain. i love walking home at night. i wish tricia was home. i have so many things to tell her.

the meteoroid is the rock that's devoid of the light that's propelled it to thee

this morning i woke up in a joanna newsom mood. this is very convienient because i have the new album.
front:
back:

i love the human heart. i got 81% on my anatomy midterm. this is fantastic considering the minute amounts of studying i did this weekend. i love the human heart.


i want to be a staple in someones diet. think about it.
can you tell the difference between sprite and 7up? i can. i participated in a study as a favor for kaitlyn and earned a kit kat for drinking soda. awesome.

VS.

Untitled #2 fyrsta

i have a small obsession with all things tragic. i'm fascinated by other people's tragedies, but nothing ever happens to me. i'm a silly girl who fantasizes about the horrific things that could happen to her. i only voice my wishes to others in small amounts. people tend to think it unhealthy. oh well. i guess it is.
i ate indian food tonight. and i ate it with my hands-well my right hand. you aren't supposed to with your left. anyway, the point is i ate it with my hands and they still smell of chicken tikka masala. it was sooo good. it easily made my night.

it's a tricky thing-eating with your hands. you have to carefully scoop your chosen food up and sweep it into umami indulgence with your thumb. the things you can do with opposable appendages...
so can we talk about kite runner now? every time i tried to start this book, i would fall asleep. today was no exception. except that i was woken up from my kite-induced sleep by my sister. i couldn't get back to sleep, so i picked the book back up, and it became mine. i'm almost finished with it. i'm enthralled with the beautiful story that it tells. i wish people in books were real.

i'll be done with it today i believe.

band of the day:

i remember lying in my bed in florence/firenze at night. the sounds of italian nightlife make it impossible to fall asleep. closing the window is not an option when there is no air circulation and the temperature is just hot enough to be borderline uncomfortable if you focused your thoughts on it. sigur ros' album () helped me achieve some restful sleep when i was endanger of the opposite. and i am a lover of sleep.

she makes me shiver she makes me shake

At the end of the day, Guitar Romantic is simply a fucking awesome power-pop record that would've been just as relevant and engaging twenty-five years ago, and will undoubtedly be just as fun twenty-five years down the road.-pitchforkmedia.com

i just can't stop listening to it. hah. 70's-esque power-pop anyone?

in other news, this guy resigned:


and this guy is apparently taking over:


guess it helps when your best friends with the bush fam.

i woke up today and it was raining. this means it's snowing in salt lake. and that means it's snowing even more in the mountains. it is a domino effect which will lead to my eventual change in residence to brighton, utah. i'm so pathetic.
also, this morning was screaming EINSTEIN! EINSTEIN! so i gave in. i can't help but love a cinnamon and sugar bagel with strawberry creamcheese and a chai tea. yummmm. much better than a 'winterblend coffee.'


last night i saw joey. wow, i haven't seen that kid for awhile. i forgot how much i love the boy. all we ever talk about is his ever-drama-filled love life, but i love it. i'm going to teach him how to make a porkroast, "my way".

annnnnnnnnnnnnnd i bought 5 things of polaroid film last night at costco. i'm ready to tear up the streets.