Oh Life.

Why does it always get to be so difficult?

Why are we so blessed as to struggle and cry and whine and get hurt and hurt others?

There are always two sides to every story, and usually both end in irritation or anger.

It is so easy to get angry. Or, even worse, vengeful and bitter. We want others to suffer because we are obviously right. Right? Or wait, what if, just for a moment we think of that one other. Why did they choose to do those things? Because they want someone else to feel their pain. Sharing pain is a very dangerous thing; there is a large difference between sharing a friend's burden and pushing your own onto another.

Every day I get angry at someone. Every. Day. And I usually just think angry thoughts and take out my frustration on a facebook status, or to my friends.

But recently I've been reading a book called Crazy Love. And though it hasn't really changed any of my already present beliefs it HAS helped me realize how I can fulfill them. I was saved by an ever gracious God. Who the heck am I to cast my anger on others when I do the same things? So instead of brooding, I'm trying to just pray. Pray to a God who knows who was right, who was wrong, and loves the both of us anyways.

I've never tried or pretended to be perfect, and a lot of my word choices and decisions are wrong. I'll be the first to admit that.

Recently, a facebook status was aimed at me in a very "low blow" kind of way. I was angry. Infuriated. Ready to go commit some vandalism or something. But you know what? It doesn't matter. This, crazy and unconditional love I have, still needs to be pointed at this person, and every other person I come in contact with. They may be right, I may be right. It's all in the eye of the beholder. So, in all of my unnecessary self righteousness, I'm sorry.

I make mistakes, and it disappoints me that such things need to be said on facebook instead of to my face.

Katherine

Words.

Oh dear.

People. People. People...

STOP.

Stop what you may ask? Stop the ignorance.

Stop assuming. Stop not caring. Stop to think.

In a world of ever-changing and evolving appearances, status, and money it is unprecedented that someone can fully come to understanding everything. It's ridiculous. Yet still, because the world is changing, people must change with it.

Change is like a huge wave in the ocean that tosses you into a flurry of foam and salt water spray. Anger arises. You are now soaking wet and all your friends are laughing at you. How dare that wave think that it can push you around like that?! You are just here to wade and take a few baby steps into the massive expansion of water. Wait. Now that you're wet, the sun doesn't seem as hot anymore. It is the beach after all...hey look! The wave brought up some shells. Everyone else is jumping in the water now too...Oh wait. Weren't we upset about that a minute ago?

Life is sometimes a collaboration of events that seem detestable. The normal pathetic human is always whining about how hard and busy and exhausting their life is. But hold on, afterwards...these events don't seem as horrid. Dealing with people that are..."difficult" is one of these such burdens thrust upon mankind.

People are jerks. They don't think about what they say until it's streaming out of their mouth and into your pride, your look, your livelihood. Public forums allow anyone and everyone to roast whomever and whoever they please with no cost of their own. "It's on Facebook. It doesn't matter." Well, if you're attacking someone...it kind of does. Whatever you say reflects your belief and moral systems for everyone to see. Usually this equals...how hypocritical you are?! Oh good! More material to work with for more attacks. So what does one do to prevent this? Newsflash. YOU CAN'T. There are just some people that are destined to be an ever obnoxious wall post or drama queen. It happens.

So what can you do? Get over yourself.

Person 1: *whispers* Holy Cow! Did she just say that out loud!?

Person 2: But I love myself! I'm the coolest, smartest person ever! I have 1,087 friends on Facebook!

The largest thing lacking in today's society according to...well...me, is restraint. People do not have the tact or intelligence to realize when to stop talking, texting, blabbing. I am in full support of sharing thoughts, music, beliefs,...pretty much anything. But (you knew there was a 'but' coming didn't ya?) when people feel the need to take private business or over-dramatization to the public feed, I have issues.

Now I know it's hard...trust me. Sometimes you really do need to control yourself. I've seen multiple examples of people 12 yrs - 40+ yrs avidly making fools out of themselves. Everyone does it. Even I have the occasional complain moment. How can we solve this epidemic of stupid?!

Get off Facebook :p

Keep your business personal, and deal with difficult people in private messages or phone calls or meet with them or send them an email or write them a song....the list goes on and on! It is possible I promise.

And for all you fiestypants out there who feel like I'm totally wrong...bring on the attacks...just do it in a message or text please.

restrained,

Katherine

Oh Thy Beaver with Buck Teeth.

An epidemic has spread across Texas.

Something so indescribable that it can only be shown by photo.

Dun dun duuunn.

Buc-ee's.

Why am I craving beaver nuggets? Or buying this tshirt with a beaver in a ball-cap? WHY?!

Some people might ask...and many do, why in the world do people alter their roadtrips just to stop at this gas station?

The bathrooms.

I know you just laughed.

You just chuckled at this ridiculous idea that people change their direction to use these porcelain thrones.

I am, as always, completely serious. So serious, that ABC news even did a special on it. Their bathrooms are so nice it's NEWS! (how depressing does that make you feel!) I know you still have your doubts. So I'm here to prove it to you.

SEE! What now! HA! Told you so.

What amuses me is that people are endorsing these lovely bathrooms all across Texas. Not a day goes by that I don't see that...adorable beaver grinning his buck teeth at me from a cotton camiseta (yeah. I just said that). People! Texans think Buccee's is cute! They wear the tshirts and the pajama pants...to CLASS. Where people can SEE them! Geez Louise.

And if that wasn't enough, people dress their dogs in Buccee's (don't believe me? Go check out the fan photos on the website). We can thank this viral fashion statement to Beaver. Good 'ol Beaver. Owner of Buccee's. It takes a brave man to be proud of a name like that. I mean...what were his parents thinking?!

Scenario:

Buck(dad): woah momma...we dun be havin a baby!

Sally May(mom): oh mah staars! what oar we gunt to naim it?!

Buck: Weeell...i dun saww one of dem beeverrs makin a dam dis mornin whilst i wus fishin.

Sally May: my child be naimd beever! we bettr chainge der spellin so it be mor sofistikated!

Buck: weel den beaver it is!

I rest my case.

munching on some beaver nuggets,

Katherine

Oh dear.

So...I ashamedly step foot into the arena of blogging yet again. With my head low I make absolutely no promises to continue on this journey I set out for so many times only to be submerged in a non-blogging life.

I have recently been told that I have a mini following on facebook statuses, and have decided to embark on another (hopefully complete) weekly blog(for my fans ^_^).

I'm not sure yet what future posts may hold, but I can promise that they will most likely be intuitive and laced with sarcasm.

To all you lovely readers out there,

I shall try my hardest to keep up this blog for the sake of mankind....and my mom :D

thanks and axe 'em,

katherine

The City that Never Sleeps -NYC Pt.1

Wow.

Can New York really ever be described? I'm not sure. It is a multifaceted city maxed out with businessmen, tourists, school groups, and the typical new yorker. In case you were wondering, the average New Yorker must have at least these attributes to even be considered legit: an angry voice, nasty words to be used with the angry voice, an aggressive attitude, and overall okness with ramming into poor children.

Not to be bashing all the lovely folk that probably live there, but still. We ain't in Texas anymore Toto. In fact, if we even thought about bringing Toto he would probably be squished under someone's foot.

My first thoughts on the Big Apple? fast. FAST. FAST!

No one stops.

If you stop

you die.

Or get a death glare that might really kill you.

So while I'm dwadling along with our small group of 28 I'm sure we received more than enough mean stares, glares, and squinty eyes for our massive takeover of the sidewalk.

The first day was indeed the longest in our journey. We woke at 3(and that is a.m.) to shower before departing for DFW Airport. Our flight took off sometime a bit later and we began our journey. My row consisted of the delish Caleb White and bff Jessica Johnson.

After our layaway in Milkwaukee, we boarded another plane headed for New York. After airport shenanigans we road into the place I would call home for the next week. Let's just settle in and relax...not! Hurry! Grab lunch then meet back up! We still have to go to Times Square and the Empire State building!

Until my next NYC tale,

Kath

The End and The Beginning

Well, though I have gone through a drought in my blogging, I do believe a regular schedule will soon be in place. I have finished high school. Finished! Fin! No more!



It's very strange. Very. very, strange.



The last day is the day that all high school students count down to, and prepare for. But as soon as it's there, everyone wishes it wasn't. My english teacher wrapped up the year by reading us a little story called The Giving Tree. Have any of you ever read The Giving Tree? Aka not the best book to read on the last day of school. I was blinking so much just to try not let the dams burst.



Then one of my favorite teachers had the entire class talk about fun memories in the past to distract her from crying. Geez. Not cute.



Anywho, I am indeed full of a little more free time until I start working this summer, so I figured I could get into the habit of writing so that all you lovely readers can be updated when I dash off to college.



until next blog,



Kath

"it's about time!"

Yes, that title is quoting my lovely mother. She so lovingly harasses me to blog day after day. Well, here I am. Hello blogworld!! How's it going? That's good. Me? I'm doing alright. Senior year has been...interesting. So many things to do! I'm class secretary, and with that comes many responsibilities including the class shirt. Oh dear. When things like this come into play I'm all for representative democracy (as we're learning about in government). During our class officer meeting, a certain person decided she/he wanted gold shirts. Gold. GOLD. I mean, come on. Seriously. Do I even have to comment on that? After I bypassed the suggestion as quickly as possible we moved on to more complicated matters. Like, what crazy thing can we put on the back to make us stand out? Cus you know, we're seniors and we just have to think of the most complicated things. Set the standards. Show everyone up. Go where no upperclassman has gone before! (Detect an sarcasm in my voice?Good. Cus it's there.) The final decision? A top ten list. (Which I was totally against) of the accomplishments of our class members. Aka "oh look! the people who accomplished things are the people wanting the list!" Forget the other 49 people in our class! Let's go show them up! Oh dear. Oh dear oh dear. Why me? Why must I sit and watch this injustice? And why is the school treasurer planning the shirts? Please let me know a logical explanation for that.

Tune in next time to read my next installment: My new(old) honda! woot.