Suf-jan? Soof-jan? Suf-yan? Soof-yan?

There are very few musicians that can make me happier than Sufjan (SOOF-yan) Stevens (STEE-vuhnz). Seriously, listen to Decatur and not smile.

I think the number one for me is if I am listening to the radio and The Beatles happen to come on... that is the ultimate in musical happiness.

But, listening to Sufjan's upbeat music just perks my spirits.

However... I wouldn't suggest listening to John Wayne Gacy Jr. if you are looking for a pick me up... Yeah, songs about serial killers never tend to be the greatest at that.

Also... Satan's Saxaphone has to be the most irritating song I have ever heard in my life. And, of course, it was meant to be that way.

He has an album wholey dedicated to the state I love the most. You can't go wrong with Michigan. Even if most of the songs have the theme about the state picking itself up.

I didn't really prove my point in this post. At least he is good looking.

I think Jenna and I will forever argue about who is going to carry his babies first.

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What exactly is it that makes me happy?

I like to think that many things make me happy. Lately in my mind the same phrase has repeated itself. "I live my life in order to make myself happy." A slightly selfish sounding statement- but not far from the truth. You may ask, "Katie, what if what makes you happy hurts another?" Well- I like to think that if I was hurting someone else, I wouldn't be happy. Yet, the exceptions to that are endless... possibly... I can only think of a few thus far.

What made me happy tonight?

-Doing well on my test, the oreos I ate, watching the office, spending time with my roommates and Ian.

Why is it that these things make me happy?

I wish that I could say that most of the time when I am happy that it isn't for superficial reasons. Did you understand that sentence? Perhaps my thoughts are a little too confusing.

The Gospel-

The gospel makes me happy. Does it make me happy all the time? Do I thrive on the happiness that I receive from it? I wish I could say yes... but I can't. When I am sad it is hard to get outside of my self centered attitude to realize how happy I should be because I have the truth and because I know that I have someone who loves me no matter what.

But, sometimes I like to sit in my own despair.

So. What makes me happy then?

-the gospel

-ice cream

-my friends

-oreos

-good dinners

-good hair days

-fun

-doing well on tests

-forgetting that I have a future to plan

-music

-the middle cushion on the big couch

-facebook

-books

-letters in the mail

-talking to my family on the phone

-other things I am sure...

one day I will post a substantial post.

For now you get this picture:

Ma Mom

This is my mom:

She is very funny.

When I was in high school we did not get along at all.... and not because of your typical mother/teenage daughter reasons.

But... all of those that know me know that as well.. so we won't relive the past.

Since then, we have gotten close again and it is good to talk to her.

My mother has a facebook. My mother loves facebook.

Everyday I get new requests for applications from her: chocolate box, relatives, kisses... and most recently: babies.

I do not know what the babies application is, nor will I ever for I just giggle at these applications then deny them.

When Jenna deleted her facebook my mother called me concerned. "Is Jenna all right? I see she deleted her facebook. You better call her to make sure everything is all right."

Today my facebook status was a quote from arrested development. "These are my awards, Mother. From Army. The seal is for marksmanship and the gorilla is for sand racing."

When talking to my mother on the phone today she brought it up. She didn't understand where it came from. Why was I saying these things to her. My aunt, who also has a facebook, called my mother to ask her if I was joining the army... I am not. I had wanted to talk to my dad after my mother but I was laughing too hard that I had to hang up the phone

My mother is impossible to get off the phone. "Well mom, I am going to let you go now." "Okay, so how are your roommates? How was that homework assingment? How is blah blah blah?" I proceed to say I am going to hang up over and over, progessively louder, until she says goodbye.

My mother is funniest when she is on her drugs. She takes sleeping pills then proceeds to go to bed at 8pm. If she stays up much later than this, she won't remember what happened. One night she went outside in her pajamas to shovel our back porch. My dad was outside getting into his truck to go plowing and called my brother to bring her in. Talking to her on the phone while I am at school and she is like this is the funniest.

My mother is great. She is very caring and funny.

So... become her facebook friend: Patricia Harris.

She will be thoroughly offended if you don't request her first.

Christmas

Some personal favorites..

Merry Christmas :)

mary-j, weed, pot, grass, dope, reefer, hash, cannabis, and my personal favorite: maui wowie

This phrase seems to constantly be in my mind.. 'smoke weed erey day.' It is a line out of a song and for some strange reason, because of its catchiness perhaps, it seems to roll through my mind quite often. I haven't ever really though about the reality of that phrase. There are many people that I know that do this exact thing, smoke weed every day. Three of them happen to be my siblings. The other night I asked my brother if I could use his car to drive to DQ with Erin. He said that his girlfriend was on her way over but that they were going to go drive around while they smoked pot and on the way he could drop Erin and I off at DQ.... offer declined. Sunday night I went out to dinner with my sister and a friend of hers, Jeff. While at the restaurant they started talking about how that night we were going to go home to play Wii and they were going to smoke pot. I told Sam that it would make me really uncomfortable. She said that they would just do it in the computer room. Jeff asked what about it would make me feel uncomfortable and I explained that everything would. These are grown adults. They are both in their 30s with careers. Please, grow the eff up. My goodness. You are not in high school anymore. Am I judging you? Yes, completely. Don't complain about your lack of money when you spend $5 a day on cigarettes, who knows how much on pot and alcohol. Wow, I got carried away.
Later in the conversation I mentioned to Sam how she said we would go to the light fest. Her friend Jeff joked, "well, you are going to have to go in the cab of the truck while your sister and I smoke." Whaaaaaaaaat. No way buddy. I said, "or you guys can just control yourselves for one night." He responded, "it's not about controlling ourselves, it is about whether we want to or not." Yeah, I am sure that is what it is about. Selfish? As we were leaving they continued to talk about getting high once we got back to Sam's. I snapped at Jeff and left the table. Sam walked after me and by this time I was crying. She said "wow, that was rude Katie." I turned around and faced her. She saw that I was crying and I said "Sam, just take me home if you are going to smoke. I will not be around it; I will not be around you when you are high." She came up to me and said it was all a joke. I know it wasn't. Sam isn't the bad guy, neither is Jeff. There was no "bad guy" in this situation. It is just me and what I want to be around and how I react when reality hits... Wow, no, I am not in Utah anymore. Wow, nobody else in my family holds my standards. Wow, my sister is always pressuring me to break them. They just don't know, they just don't know how I am. Have I become weak and unable to handle the world since moving to Utah? I don't think so... I think I have just become more sensitive to promptings from the Spirit. I know it was the Spirit that made me feel this way. I know the Heavenly Father was there watching over me and helping me stand up to my sister. I know this Church is true and I say these things in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen...

Carried away again, but you know what I mean. I am grateful for my time spent in Utah. I am grateful that these things get to me; I hope they always do. That way I know I am doing the right things.



Eh.....
Merry Christmas?
yeah... Merry Christmas

creeeeeepster

Funniest thing ever:
So my friend Andre told me this story about his sister. She was sitting in the library at UVU when a boy walked up to her and dropped a note on her table and said that it was from his friend, then he walked away. This is what the note said:
"Lets start this note off with a little story. There once was a little innocent mouse who humbley went about his day to day chores. As he was working he saw this beautiful young mouse pass by him, and he sighed and gasped in his heart wondering if he could ever hang out with her. He thought he'd leave it up to her so he scrounged up all the confidence he had and left her a note saying if she approved she would leave him her number before she left."
wowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
Apprarently Andre's sister immediately stood up and walked out of the library. That boy must have been watching her the whole time she read it. That is just way creepy. I think I would have stood up and peaced out as well. A humble mouse? wtf?
Has anyone else had something this creepy done to them? I need stories.

Blood.

Yes- This post has the same name as Kaylie's... I even put the period after the word blood. I am a thief.

I can't stop watching Dexter. Thank goodness I finished this season... because I have 1 paper due and 4 tests in the upcoming week, one of them is a final... great.
But... there are still so many episodes I have to catch up on from season one.
Seriously, this guy is brilliant. I know that a serial killer isn't usually one's hero, but hey, we all loved the guys in Boondock Saints, right?
I know I have explained this show to everyone I have ever met, but I just need to get this down in writing.
Dexter is amazing. When this guy was 3 his mother was killed with a chainsaw right in front of his eyes. He sat in 2 inches blood for three days until the police came. The man who adopted him was the police officer who rescued him. He detected in Dexter psychotic tendencies. He realized that Dexter would kill, so he taught him who to kill and gave him a code to live by. As Dexter unravels his past he veers off the code and creates a path for himself. This man, Dexter, does not feel emotions.. He has a girlfriend, but just because she is damaged like him. As viewers we watch him develop feelings and not know how to deal with them. He may be a serial killer, but he only kills those who he knows have murdered others. He is a baller. Plus, you get to see him murder people some times.
Well...
I am happy that I got this out.
I freakin' love this show...
Although it has taken away the sting I developed when I heard the f word.
Eh... is it worth it?
As of now.... yes.
shhhhh