Shady Ian

I will win, we will win... Ian will not win.
We got him back tonight.
I called him and invited him to come over and watch The Office, that is what friends do right? Hang out with their other friends?
But no, Ian brought a cup of water to dump on us.
Shady shadester.
We didn't let him in until he dumped it out.
"I swear I am in my bedroom." Lies... all lies.
Brooke goes to Ian's apartment to be a distracter.
Katie comes over with a glass of water and dumps it down the back of his sweatshirt.
Sweet, oh sweet, revenge.
Most unfortunately Brooke knocked her head on the way out...
But I did not.
It was great.
:)

Dairy Queen

Today I showed Brooke a picture of me and some other girls from my freshman homecoming. She had no idea which one was me. This is ironic since I have looked the exact same since I was 1 1/2 years old. Actually, I am not sure if that is ironic, I am not an english major, but whatever. At that homecoming the dress I was wearing was a size 1... yes folks, 6 years ago I wore a size 1. It was probably a splendid period of my life. As my high school years passed I started gaining weight, just the normal weight of growing. Suddenly it was my junior year and I needed to get a job. I applied to both Dairy Queen and Play it Again Sports. I was called first into Dairy Queen for my interview. This interview entailed receiving a hat and shirt and being shown around the back. No questions, no we'll call you back, automatic hiring. Later I was called into the Play it Again Sports for a similar process; they wanted to hire me as well! Wow was I desirable or what? I told them I had already received a job but thank you so much. Where did I actually want to work? Truthfully probably Play it Again because the pay was better, but I felt bad so I ended up working at the local DQ. My dad told me I shouldn't work at Dairy Queen; "You know how much you like ice cream Katie, this is a bad idea." Psh... I can control myself dad; do you really think that low of me? I am a liar. I could in no way control myself. Seriously, I became the biggest fatty mc fat fat to walk on this Earth upon my employment at the DQ. Lack of self control is a serious understatement. And that is the story of how I got way fat my junior and senior years of high school.

And thanks to my freshman year of college and every night being brownie night I added on another pants size to that. You rock brownies!

Missionaries

Today I got another e-mail from Mckay's mom... a forward of his letter. He is growing up so much and he said his Spanish is just improving so fast. He is really learning to rely on the Lord. My favorite thing about the letters is the fact that his grammar is so horrible in it.. wow.
My favorite part of this letter:
"i have one request por favor! please send me candy! the food here sucks in everyway. the best thing i have had is cow tounge and it was actually really good but everything else sucks. i just want a box of candy and altoids in there too. if you send it soon it will be here around christmas anyways. haha"
Maybe I will send him a package full of candy as well... but probably not.
What a good boy, how I do miss my best friend.
Plus he and his companion were teaching people in an alley and these guys walked up to them with a knife... :
"dad i know ur going to recieve this first so this sory if for you then you can delete it so mom cant read it. the other nihgt we were teaching this lady in the street back in a ally and making a return appt and this guy was behind me and my comp noticed him and i could see in my side vision and he had a knife out waiting for us to get done. i was like oh crap. i have tought my comp english phrases so if theres somthin going on he can say it real quick and the people wont know whats going on. well the guy was waiting for us and whistling for him gang to come well we just kept the conversation rolling and waited for a good time. the guy trued and walked up the street for a sec and right when we saw that we just booked it! it scared the crap out of me."
That is so frightening especially because of that missionary in Australia that was stabbed.
I am so grateful for the missionaries... the things they do daily, just a complete devotion to the Lord and his work... amazing.

Thank you to all pre/current/post missionaries :)

Lamest super power ever

Being able to see through clothes... of only ugly people.

Revolution

I love that the pit in a nectarine is purple.. it makes the fruit so much better.
I have been really sad lately and I don't know why.
Actually I do know why and it is all my fault, but I can't help it, I can't stop myself.
I guess I could stop myself if I really wanted to but maybe basking in the past is worth being sad.
Actually it isn't.
I didn't mean to say why I was sad, oh well.
What if what if what if.........
That is a bad idea.
I tell Gabby to not say what if.
It wouldn't have worked anyway, there is no way.
Perfect?
No, changed too much; forced too much.
According to my dad all my problems can be solved by running. All of a sudden I won't hate science anymore and I will want to major in microbiology.
I won't be homesick and I won't want to be around you anymore.
But he was wrong about the last part.
The more I run the more you are there.
My brother feels that nobody knows who he really is.
Does anyone know who I really am?
Most certainly no one in my family, which is sad.
I think Erin does though, I think she is the only one who will be able to interpret this mess.
Revolution?
Think Ron Paul... you got it.
Is the revolution lost? Is it lost forever? Did the revolution exist?
The mannerisms, the smile, the attitude, so desired.
I cut down. Less than a pack a day. Then I forced myself to start again.
Do I want to study for math? No, not at all....
Failure.
If you do understand this don't tell me..
Unless you live outside the state of Utah.
Now I have nectarine stuck in my teeth.

List

Campus-
I never want to be on you for 12 hours ever again... that's what she said
Math-
I never want to do you for 4 hours straight again... see above
Chocolate-
I would like to eat a piece of you every day.
Book of Mormon-
You bring me comfort, thank you for that.
George Foreman-
I really love making delicious sandwiches on your grills.
Gone With the Wind-
You are my favorite book.
Lil' Wayne-
I have been loving your music lately... even though you say some really nasty things.
Africa-
Hey!
Gabby-
You are such a good friend. Keep on reading the above mentioned book; you will discover truths and happiness beyond measure... and I don't mean Gone With the Wind.
iTunes-
Stop having music that I want to buy.
Cable-
Please come to my television so I can watch it.
Ice Cream-
You are delicious.
Capture the Flag-
Stop having people cry over you.
Hair-
Thank you for not being pink any longer.
Weekend-
I would really like to enjoy you, we will see if I take any tests.
Cell Phone-
You are a handy tool for creeping people out, thanks for working.
Teriyaki Stix-
Please taste better next time.
That is all.

Overanalyze

I shouldn't be writing this blog, I should be studying for chemistry...
Brenden wrote on my wall the other day. Why do I put so much thought into a little facebook post? I was just so taken aback. Let's go through how I over analyzed this.
1. He was looking at my profile. *gasp*
2. It was actually a nice post... surprise coming from him.
3. He was looking at my profile!!!!!!!!!
4. He had to have seen how happy I am with my friends.
5. I haven't been thinking about him as often as I used to.. good thing!
6. I need to come up with something witty but not look like I was trying too hard to write back.

Kaylie and I talked about it for a while. When you love someone or even care about them tremendously they always have that part of you. I was so invested in Brenden that when things ended I was frayed. The part of me that was invested in him will always be with him, whether he knows it or not. I have learned to grow and replace that missing piece with the friends I have made here and the people that I have begun to care about and just in the changes I have made in the person I am since I have moved out to Utah. One day I will meet the person that will be it for me. Even though I know that I will love this person more than life itself, there will still be that chunk that is with Brenden. But, that doesn't really bother me because I know that I will be able to invest all of me that is still a part of me into the person that will mean forever.
I think that my relationship with Brenden represented a period of my life. He was the transition for me from high school to college. He brought out from within me the ability to care for and even love another. That is good.
But, now I am in another part of my life and that transition stage is far behind. I would never take back the things that I learned from Brenden and the experiences we shared... but I recognize that that is gone.
This is good.
By the way, the post I wrote in response was both witty and clever, and sexy, did I mention sexy?