There goes the neighborhood
03
Sep
2008
So there’s a map of Wichita web sites and I’m on it. Here in Katie’s Head is just west of WE Blog.
I suppose I should be honored.
Here in Katie’s Head
I have nothing to report, except not really
24
Aug
2008
I bought a Wii. And Kyle bought Mario Kart. And I was really boring before, but there’s really nothing to blog about when you spend your weekends attempting and failing to unlock all the extra goodies in a silly video game.
But that’s the short version. There’s plenty to blog about. The status of my “training boobs.” Essays about realizing that working a job may never be what I think it should. The fact that the part of my brain I love most suddenly came back to me on August 5 — why? how? I don’t know — and now I want to correct every bad decision I’ve made in the past five years, starting now rather than waiting for some perfect opportunity to overhaul my life.
I enrolled in a biology class at Wichita State. Everyone keeps asking me if I’m going back for a masters degree. I’m not. I’m taking a class in a subject I once loved — and abandoned in college for no good reason — because my brain has been begging me for months to let it think about something completely different from all the things I spend my time thinking about. My brain misses the science classes I filled my schedule with in high school.
I don’t think anyone can get cancer and then not change their priorities. I’ve spent the last few months thinking about where I want to be when I reach that key five-year survivor milestone, thinking about what kind of career trajectory I have and want to have, thinking about what I’m truly good at and whether I’m using those skills often enough and what I could use those skills to accomplish.
I haven’t made any decisions. I’ve made too many decisions without doing the research first. So I’m working on the research right now.
But I am fine and will be even better. The infrequent, overly-serious updates here are a narrow, skewed window into what I’m up to. I started this blog as an outlet for random, wacky one-liners, but it turned out that Twitter is the venue I’ve always wanted.
I need Stacy and Clinton
18
Mar
2008
Why can’t I wear prints? Why do I hate them on the hanger and on me, but not on other people (as much)? Why does the (tasteful!) floral print shirt I bought online make me want to puke when I model it in front of the mirror?
I like solids. I like textures. I will wear pinstripe and plaid and houndstooth pants, but can’t stand the sight of the multicolored anything above the waist.
Should I seek therapy or accept that solids are probably more flattering anyway?
Indecision kills
07
Jan
2008
Scientific proof of what I concluded in 2007: it doesn’t entirely matter whether you pick A or B, as long as you pick something.
Unpause
09
Dec
2007
I took a week off from work and the Internet and it was awesome.
New discovery: I suck at using a scroll saw.
Disappointed that this crap actually works
03
Oct
2007
Like many others, I discovered the neti pot through James Cromwell’s character on Six Feet Under.
That was somewhere around when my sinuses turned into the devils they have become. I think my sinuses have, without properly notifying me, decided to pursue a world record for snot production. Every day, a little closer to the goal. It’s horrifying.
First I tried Claritin D. It worked amazingly. I was back to being a normal person. I frolicked in my new-found normal ability to breathe.
And then it was back, like never before. Claritin no longer restores me to average, but keeps me from suffocating, so I’m still taking it.
I tried other medicine. Nothing did the trick.
Finally I resolved to make the neti pot part of my daily routine on an experimental basis. It’s gross but it’s helping. A lot. It’s been three days, but my kleenex consumption is back to sustainable levels. My nose is no longer the leading cause of deforestation.
On one hand, I’m a little pissed that modern over-the-counter medicine failed to solve my problems. And a little pissed that some bizarro new age nasal irrigation was the right voodoo. But it’s nice to breathe once and a while.
Maybe one day I’ll take it to the next level.
Writer’s braindeath
24
Aug
2007
A massive project has sapped my creative energy, constantly demonstrated by the following conversation:
Me: What about the _____? Should we _______ or _______?
Boss: Hmm. What do you think?
Me: I really don’t care.
Lather, rinse, wait half an hour, repeat.
So while it’d be more amusing to say New Boyfriend is what’s kept me from blogging, I just can’t string together a sentence these days.
