Here in Katie’s Head

Why do good things happen to people who don’t deserve them?

Namely, me.

It turns out I have way more scholarship money this semester than I thought I should.

Mom would be pleased to know that I marched my scholarship check right over to the bank and opened up a savings account.

But still, why do these serendipitous things happen to me with such dazzling frequency?

Perhaps I have a whole lot of karma left over from a past life. In Buddhist teachings, they say people who live really really good lives get to be gods for a period of time before they are reincarnated. Perhaps my past self fell short of that, but landed in the damned lucky category instead.

Because if I got what’s coming to me, I should be dead by now.

Not that I’m suggesting that my luck needs to change or anything. I am 100% appreciative of it.

But god damn, I got a lot of money today.

Posted: 1:49 pm · Category: Rants · Comments: 6

Don’t forget to rabbit rabbit tomorrow.

Posted: 9:22 am · Category: Links · Comments: 1

I am the biggest dork in the world.

The highlight of my day is taking my pill each morning. I look forward to it with great excitement.

Why?

Hell if I know.

Perhaps it’s that so far, I have not forgotten to take a single one. Granted, today is only the fifth day, but that’s better than my track record. I believe the last time I was on any medication, I forgot the very first day. I am very proud to be so on top of things. The “TAKE YOUR PILL, STUPID.” note on my monitor is working splendidly.

Perhaps it’s that I feel very rebellious taking these low-dose oral contraceptives. It’s that kind of “Daddy wouldn’t be happy about this” rush I get each time I take one. Even though my primary reason for taking them is just to even out my periods, it still feels naughty.

Perhaps it’s that I only have to pay $7 for an entire month’s supply. You can’t beat the satisfaction of a cheap deal like that [thank you, campus health center]!

Perhaps it’s just that I think that the little carrying case with the day of the week stickers is neat. I’m impressed by silly things like that.

Either way, I’m a dork and I can’t wait until tomorrow morning for that next teeny little pill.

Posted: 11:18 pm · Category: Weaknesses · Comments: None

Justin is, little by little, teaching me how football works. I’ve got the very basics down now, next up is understanding each of the positions.

You see, I’ve held out for a long time, trying to defy my tomboyish inclinations and avoid football entirely.

And then they installed some football game on all the computers over at the FieldTrip house and I’ve been intrigued ever since.

Getting to the point: eventually, I am going to have to pick a team. Someone to root for on Sundays. And I know nothing of who’s good, why they’re good, who sucks, etc.

So, this is your chance to swoop down, lecture me on why I should become a rabid fan of whatever team and win my loyalty before I devote myself to someone else.

Chris [girl across the hall from me] is trying to convert me to a Rams fan. I am tempted to side with her entirely because I don’t know any better.

Posted: 3:22 pm · Category: Justin · Comments: 7

http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=964366990. Yep.

Posted: 12:18 pm · Category: Links · Comments: None

I used to like Roommate.

It was late, I was getting ready for bed. She was typing. Over at her computer, typing typing typing.

I go to bed, try to fall asleep. Sounds of typing typing typing.

I wake up in the middle of the night. Typing typing typing. High speed typing, no signs of stoping.

I wake up several more times in the early morning hours to the sounds of typing typing typing.

AND THEN early in the morning, pre-dawn, pre-anyone-should-be-awake time, SHE MAKES A PHONE CALL. Long conversation with her bank about cancelling a transaction.

Yet more typing typing typing.

Finally, it’s 8 AM and I give up. Still typing typing typing as I get dressed and shuffle to the bathroom. Come back and more typing typing typing.

You know, I think she has an 8:30 class.

At 8:29, typing ceases and she flies out of the room.

I sigh and contemplate breakfast.

Posted: 9:00 am · Category: Rants · Comments: 4

I have been watching the mail lately. I sit and study in the entryway, and hop up as soon as the mailman gets here. Quickly, I leaf through the mail, sigh when no letterbombs come for me, then hand off the stack to whoever is on front desk duty so they can distribute it.

What, letterbombs? Of course.

You see, down at Winfield this weekend, I agreed to get in on a game of assassin.

It’s a simple game, really. You all draw each other’s names out of a hat. Then you kill that person. Then, you get the name they drew and kill that person. If you kill someone who has your name, you’re a free agent and you kill whoever you want.

Shoot them [water gun, cap gun, rubberband gun, etc.], plant a carbomb [attach something at least the size of a pack of cigarettes to their car, they must start their car to "set off" the bomb], mail them a letterbomb [at least 4 sheets of paper, write something to the effect of "bang, you're dead"], poison them, whatever you like.

There can’t be any witnesses and you can only kill someone besides your target if it’s in self defense.

Problem is, I’m in Lawrence and most of the people playing are in Wichita. I know who’s after me and he’s in Wichita. So I’m waiting for my bomb.

*Dear Assassin,

I know who you are. I know where you live. I know what kind of car you drive.

You don’t know my schedule. You don’t know where I live. You should know I didn’t bring a car up here.

Good luck. You’ll need it.

Your target,

Katie*

Posted: 10:35 pm · Category: Fun · Comments: None