Poor Brandon.
I would like to extend a virtual hug to Brandon, who is doing his best to escape the Roommate from Hell [really, he's terrible]. Hang in there, sweetheart.
I would like to extend a virtual hug to Brandon, who is doing his best to escape the Roommate from Hell [really, he's terrible]. Hang in there, sweetheart.
I learned an important lesson today: HP Photo Quality Paper, Matte Finish is total shit and is not worth my money. But HP Premium Photo Quality Paper, Glossy is pretty.
So why was I printing pictures at home [on Dad's super nice HP PrintScanCopyOrderPizza]?
Because I’m a digital junkie and how else would I create my senior pictures?
I finally won the great Senior Picture War of 2002 with Mom and got out of using a professional photographer. Instead, it was me, a picture from last October, and Photoshop.
Yes, I Photoshopped my senior pictures.
I changed the neckline of my shirt so it didn’t look so weird and…okay, yeah, I gave myself a digital tan. It’s subtle, though!
Well, I could have done much worse and added in a UFO in the background. I certainly considered it.
And as promised, cute kid pictures:
[ONE]: Rachel and Elizabeth, sitting in the backyard.
[TWO]: Rachel and Anna dancing on the picnic table in their backyard.
I just got home from Justin’s going away party. So many people, so much beer [and so much soda for Katie].
Before the sun went down, I took a bunch of pictures of his roommates’ kids playing the backyard, so I might post them later. We were playing in the grass [okay, weeds] and jumping off the picnic table [err, they jumped off the table and I caught them and spun them around and got so dizzy]. Lots of fun.
And we grilled food and hung out and had a nice time. Brad and Tina got really filthy drunk and couldn’t remember my name. I’ll forever be “Zaruba’s girlfriend” to them, if they remember me at all.
And as I drove home, there were fireworks going off downtown. I was tempted to pull over on the highway and just watch.
The next few months are going to be hard on me. Especially May.
Okay. Things are better now. [Insert sign of relief here.]
Justin got the job. And I’m really happy about that. I was surprised that when he told me, my gut reaction was joy. He’s having a HUGE going away party today.
I’m going to be working with Jay on making a new and improved mrfieldtrip.com. I showed him a demo of what I’d like to do and his response was something along the lines of “holy crap attack batman. looks killer.” Okay, that’s a direct quote.
I’m taking the “if you ignore it, it will go away” strategy to my studies. This will not work ultimately, but for now I’m happy.
And I had two days in a row off from work. The happiness this brought me will undoubtedly dissipate when I get to work on Monday and no longer have my own desk. For the sixth time in 22 months. I’m one level above the lowest on the food chain, but the guy beneath me doesn’t technically work there. Angry? Me? No, not at all.
Let’s see, what else? Oh, I think I’ve been damned to living in the dorms in Lawrence. I’m really not too keen on this. Even the nice ones are only a step above a prison. If anyone in Lawrence needs a roommate next fall LET ME KNOW.
Oh, and I have taken my final test in my biology course [it was ecology, my unfavorite], but Weigand had not finished grading Paper 3 of the test. Until he does, I won’t know if my reign of Queen of HL Biology will go down in history or if my evil nemesis managed to hold onto her two point lead. I know Paper 1 is consistently my territory, and Evil Nemesis didn’t do too well on Paper 2…but then Paper 2 is my weakness. When I admit that she had at 101.6% and I had a 101.1% at last count, this all seems rather nerdy and annoying. Ah well.
So there is the latest State of the Katie report.
Hopefully I’ll be back in regular blogging mode soon. [Though my Secret Blog, which I quietly linked here -- look carefully -- has been more active lately than usual.]
I may not be updating as much as I’d like for…a while.
[ONE] IB exams are coming up, so I’ve got lots of studying to do.
[TWO] I’m working on a new web project. And if it’s good, I could get “hired” to do a professional site that people would actually be interested in. [unlike, cough, that other site I work for]. And it’s gonna be spiffy. And if it flops I’ll hang my head in shame and never mention it again.
[THREE] With Justin moving [he gets the final word on the job on Friday, so we'll have a greater degree of certainty then], there’s a going away party to be had, packing, and extra hanging out going on.
[FOUR] I’ve been having web design nightmares [yes, literal nightmares, where everything I code has fatal flaws, ooh, it's bad] the last couple of nights due to the pressure of actually having to do something that’s actually 100% good. So I’m really sleepy.
[FIVE] Work is all sorts of fucked up.
For you East Coast bastards [and I mean that lovingly], the Falcon Ridge Folk Festival site now has listings of confirmed performers up.
God damn, I wish I could go! Anyone want to contribute to the Send Katie Cool Places Fund? I’d take pictures galore!
So today, I started pestering Dad for the titles of all the songs he used to sing to me. He ended up digging through his old cassette tapes, ones that probably haven’t been played in at least 10 years.
It took me back to being three years old and asking Daddy to sing the “Hammer Song” over and over before I’d sleep.
And it’s nice to still have those memories. I know they’re mine alone. By the time my sisters were able to make song requests, Mom and Dad had somehow learned kiddie songs and so Whitney and Caroline grew up with “Baby Baluga” and “The Corner Grocery Store.”
I hated Raffi. He had nothing on Red Clay Ramblers or The Beatles…
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