Run, Katie, Run!

Kind of.

Minus the skanky dress.

And the martini glass.

And the whole homicidal craziness thing. For those of you who have seen vanilla sky. Great movie.

But that facial expression. That's it exactly. Maybe it's because I'm tired. Maybe it's because I'm bored. Maybe it's because I'm trying to find ways to procrastinate studying and practicing. But this thanksgiving break has been uber weird.

I'm back in Des Moines, sleeping in my old bedroom, chillin with my parents, spending time with the people I went to high school with. I drive around the streets I'm so familiar with, and I have this > facial expression on my face. It's like the world is moving on. It's like the world doesn't care. It's like the world is just here to use me, and to make me feel lonely.

But this post is starting to sound super emo. I really didn't mean for it to be like that. I just really like the picture, and I was gonna run with that for awhile. Seriously. Vanilla Sky is a crazy bizarre movie. I had to watch it for psychology and it took me about five hours because I had to pause every twenty minutes to stop and say "WHAHT?"...or to run around the hallways in Hagemann. Or to go outside and check out the gorgeous Cedar Falls starry night sky. Or to drink Naked Juice. Green Machine. It's got broccoli in it. I couldn't focus on Vanilla Sky because I was busy drinking broccoli.

Needless to say, a week off from school is very welcome. I spent all of Saturday pretty much dead in my bed (sleeping). And then I've been lazing around, and then running around trying to catch up with people. On Tuesday I visited my highschool (it's hell) and got to talk to my old band director, who is such a cool teacher. I feel like there is so much yet that I can learn from him. And I stole a suit coat from his office. I didn't really steal it...It didn't belong to anyone.

Um.

So now it's midnight and I'm rambling.

The point of this blog is that it's really weird to come home to visit, because my true home right now is in Cedar Falls. And I can't wait to get back there. But in the meantime, it's fun to reflect on how much everything and everyone has changed and how much I, myself, am changing. It's good to spend time with the friends who have known me all throughout highschool and somehow love me anyway.

In the words of Cpt Hammer: Home is where the heart is, so your real home's in your chest.

Well spoken (sung).

Looking forward to a huge Thanksgiving tomorrow. Gonna get to see my grandparents, my brother, and my brand new sister-in-law. Hooray!!!

heheh. This thing has been with me all through high school as well. Good to know my readership is consistent, if nothing else. Peace out, home-blog!

I ALMOST CUT OFF THE CIRCULATION IN MY FRICKEN FINGER.

Don't worry, guys. I fixed the problem. It's going to be alright now. But what happened is that I got a minor cut on my finger while taking out garbage at work. I decided not to tell anybody because you're not supposed to get hurt at work I think. It generally makes things complicated. Anyway, my shift was almost over, so I just wrapped it up, put on some huge gloves and went on with my business. Then I went home and put on a band aid. I'm so glad that I have band aids in my room. I was so enthusiastic about the band aid. Here was my thought: "I'm going to wrap this on my finger SO TIGHT! It'll be AWESOME!!". So that's what happened. Five minutes later I experienced a burning sensation and looked down to realize that my finger had turned dark purple. I'm kind of proud. Dude, that band aid was SO TIGHT.

Anyway. College is fun. I have good friends. I love my room mate. I go to recitals and concerts all the time. I'm in marching band, symphonic band, and jazz 3. I like jazz band a lot, but it's really frustrating cuz I'm so not good.

I'm getting better under the tutelage of Dr. G.

That's all I have time for. I'm gonna go eat.