all these people drinking lover's spit

Miles (jonathan) and I have agreed that we both had the most fantastic time on the mountain yet this winter (spring?). One would think we would be pretty rusty seeing as neither of us have been boarding for over a month, but I decided that boarding is like riding a bike--it comes right back to you no matter how long it's been.
Next topic: how awesome my car is... 345 miles, three trips to SLC and still going strong on one tank of gas.

Also, it all boils down to two things when it comes to happiness--all the rest is arbitrary.
1. Clean laundry
2. Warm feet
This was decided by Deana and agreed upon by Kayte.

Thank you Timothy Hutton for an entertaining night.

it's the animal poisoning.

-I spent the majority of my nights last week at the library till close.
+I went to yoga 3 time last week.
-I cut 2 inches off my head yesterday, and I had two people tell me today that it was getting so long.
+I cut my hair yesterday
+I went to a BBQ at Liberty Park yesterday.
+I turned in my 10-pager today. (I haven't written a real paper in almost 2 years, it felt good.)
-I think I lost my most favorite sweatshirt in the world on my ride home from work today.
-There are mice living in my house.
+Today's high was 75*F.
-School just needs to end.
+I got stuff in the mail today.

But seriously. I'm not going to be able to sleep tonight knowing that there are things, rodents, running around my room. Sick.

i'm so lammmme. i'm building a library.

My lungs are burning. (I think last night was a failed attempt to mend something that was never there.) I also think I need to fix my Schwinn frame up. All it needs is a new front wheel, some liners and new tubes. I think I'm almost done with the Raleigh. It's given me more problems than not. And the Schwinn is prettier.

(I broke down and bought 2 CD's today. I'm still waiting for the last 2 I bought. I hate Amazon.com. It will be my downfall.)
[And curse Deana (but not really) for realizing how much better something sounds if you actually own it.]


(My new W-2's need to get here soon so I can have money again. It's much better than not having money and spending it anyway.)

(Why can't I burn music like any other normal human being?)

Seriously, I came in from jumping a half hour ago, and they're still burning... What gives?

(I guess it's not a good idea to jump until, and way past, the point where you're not breathing normally-at all. Eh, I couldn't help it. Do you realize how wonderful it is tonight?)

(I might start a club? Flyers? Thoughts are moving...)

I have 100 programs to fold for church tomorrow. I have no desire to do it tonight. Looks like I'm getting up EARLY.
Also, I think my social anxiety is getting worse the older I get. I'm trying counter act this with activism in regards to my social life. Ehhhhhhh, yah, that will take some time.


Yoga heals.
Honest. This morning Shelby taught. I felt like I was doing things with my strength and bondas that I had never done before. Stretching further than I would ever desire to go. And it was okay with my body. I wish I had the time to go more.


Thinking about it today, I decided that I want a summer thats is free from the stress of working 50 million hours as previous summers have shown. (Mint Car is playing right now.) I want to be able to sleep-in if I want to. Or get up at 6am and run a few miles and not worry about having a 7:30 class. Do you think that's possible? I also will be be dedicating quality time this summer to avoiding the heat and becoming an expert at Guitar Hero.

and secretly i want to bury in the yard the grey remains of a friendship scarred

I was telling someone about this night. 2am trampoline jumping is definitely the preferred method. Especially if it involves an empty street, good friends, and an over-zealous police officer. I am in the blue.


I took this picture this morning from my window by my bed when I woke up. I love what I get to wake up to everyday.
I wasn't in the sleeping mood last night. (Deana and I went to go see Casino Royale-007.)
It was NOT a productive day today. That in and of itself is tragic.


Good Night.

t to thePlease remind me to figh death if I'm ever captured by terrorists...

You can now check out the current conditions of the lines at the Testing Center-oh, how convenient. I was in and out of this place in an hour today. My Chem 281 test went splendidly!

I'm so tired. But the good news is that I'm finished with the skirt requirements for HFL 185R. It's done.
The powder up at Brighton is unbelievable.
And I've been communicating with my roommate via email because of our extreme opposite schedules. I love gmail.

ba-ba-ba-ba-like-u-crazy

I was just profiled by some kid that couldn't stop talking; ate all the Cadburry Eggs I bought for Mallory and I to eat; or stop thanking me for helping me with his GIGANTIC BYUSA poster that pictured him and his running partner for the BYUSA Presidential/Executive Vice Presidential elections. I think, though I don't see what the BYUSA does, I am going to vote this year. He was spastic. Intense, and seriously, I was relieved to see him walk out the door as we flipped the open/closed sign over to read 'closed'. Not in a negative way, but rather, I needed a breath.

Vote for Jason and John.

I wish I had pictures to document the past weekend. It was so pleasing, and I'm extremely proud of myself for accomplishing the things I did...

Event 1. All-star show lined up at Muse on Friday: eden express, john whites, andy martin, tiger fire, and, dear friend, drew danburry. Most impressed by tiger fire. Sweet pop that made me smile. Recording of stops and clamps ensued afterwards (for those that don't know stops and clamps is 2am-talk for stomps and claps) for Drews upcoming album. Stomps, claps, whistles, bops, and happy noises. Stay tuned.
Even 2. Against my bodies wishes I got out of my bed at 7am Saturday morning to meet Tricia up at Brighton. In an effort to get out of the Saturday crowd's way, we stuck to the tree populated areas. We had gotten fresh snow the night before, and it was just dying to be tracked out. There is, honestly, no feeling like floating down a hill in 2 feet of powder, making fresh lines, making sure to keep movement continuous so as to not set off a mini avalanche. Laugh, but it was almost a spiritual feeling. I wish I had real pictures, but here are some off the world wide web that I thought would visualize what I'm trying to say:

I need to get into doing tons of cardio again, because the hike up Clayton peak and others just about killed me.

Sunday brought church and callings and SNOW. Deana says she won't buy shoes that she can't run to the bus stop in... Well, I ran the million miles from the parking lot to the JFSB in HEELS. I wish I had realized how cold it was when I left for church. I didn't even wear a coat. VT accomplished.

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, LIFE IS BEING ACCOMPLISHED.

Glutamic Acid, I love you so much...

I wish I had access to my sister's camera right now. If I had access to this camera, I would post ridiculous videos of me snowboarding and wiping out. Seriously worth a look. Speaking of wiping out--I broke a branch with my side on Monday at Brighton. The 'branch' was an easy 2inches thick in diameter.

I have bigger bruises on my lower hip. It was a grand day spent with my sister, and worth the sick bruises and sore sore body.
Saturday, I spent almost 4 hours in the ER. I wanted to hurt someone. Instead I just watched Karate Kid and wished I had a Mr. Miyagi. It was a long 4 hours filled with misplaced x-rays and discovery channels: young scientist experiments just to find out I had Bronchitis.

Ever feel like people are watching you?
I can't believe I made it through this day. Music ID test I didn't study for, MicroBiology Paper I typed up at 1am last night... I guess it's true that if you just keep one foot in front of the other, you get somewhere eventually. I got home, in my bed, listening to the beatles.

The most unexpected, wonderful news: I A-ced the memorization of my chem test. And I'm quite pleased with myself. Quite. Also, more unexpected, wonderful news: I'm an aunt again! Mack Andrew Brown was born today. Impatient little fellow too. He couldn't even make it to the hospital and was born off of Exit 6 on Rt. 25 in Bridgeport, CT. This makes 8 nieces and nephews. I love my life.

"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.

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