Procrastination

Procrastination is something we all do, but I believe I have honed this science down to an art. I'm so good at it, I'll procrastinate while I procrastinate. Like right now? I'm writing a blog post so I won't have to do my French homework, which I was going to do instead of my Algebra homework. It's like Inception, except with homework instead of dreams, and I'm pretty sure Joseph Gordon-Levitt and Leonardo DiCaprio aren't going to come busting into my room. Which is a shame, because they're both smokin'.
We had another snow day today, so there's really no excuse for not doing my homework until late at night. Except this time, there is! I left my purse at a friend's house yesterday, and my brother wouldn't drive over there and get it for me until like, 8:00 today.He had to get it because I can't drive, and because my parents had both cars at work today. It really sucks not having 3 cars, because that means anytime more than two people want to drive somewhere, it's like a logic problem to solve. "Tom needs the car at 3:00, but Joseph needs to get home by 3:45. If Laura has only an hour for lunch and needs to pick them both up and get back to work on time, how many batches of cookies will Katherine have to make before she realizes it's her dream to become a pastry chef?" Exactly like that. Believe it.

This is why I won't be successful

I'm such a massive procrastinator. Unless is is literally the VERY last opportunity I have to do something, I will not do it. Example: my Psychology project. I had a semester to do it, but when did I do it? That's right, the day before it was due. And today, with my APUSH essay--I'm probably going to end up doing it at like 10:00 tonight and weeping because I'm missing Glee. Not that I would watch it on my TV anyway (my family doesn't get it) but because everyone else is watching it and I'm doing an essay I had plenty of time to do earlier but I'm doing it now. Er, then.
"So why don't you just do it now, Katherine?" you cry.
Because I'd rather waste time on my laptop than actually do homework, that's why.
This was supposed to be a semi-funny post, but it's just kind of rambling and doesn't make sense to anyone. Not even me.

Promalongadingdong

Well, it's that time of year again...second semester! Which means that everyone starts talking about PROM. That dreaded/anticipated formal event on the first Saturday in May. Which is also Derby Day. I'm sorry, but I am NOT missing it. Which means that I will  either run downstairs in my big dress with my hair half-done to watch a bunch of horses run around a track, or I will sit downstairs in the corner of the couch, sulking because everyone else is going to have fun at prom and I'm at home because I couldn't get a date or I couldn't get a job and buy a dress or something. I'm really hoping for the former, because, well, it'd be a LOT of fun to get dolled up and run around with my friends in fancy clothes, but knowing me and how things tend to work out for me, it'll probably be the latter. As in sweatpants and Glee marathons galore. Speaking of Glee, it comes back on this Sunday and I am so excited! Glee is the first TV show I've actively followed. I've seen every episode (because I'm a dork and because of the wonders of Hulu) and I've really missed it over the break between the last episode and the start of the new "season". I just felt like blogging for some reason...I don't know why. But there's no school tomorrow! Yay! It's a professional development day and even though we've had 7843249287349823 snow days this year (that's a bit of an overstatement) we're still out. I'm not complaining, though. Even though I haven't been to school for a full week this semester (I don't think so, anyway) for snow days or Honor Band or field trips to Nashville or being sick, I'm feeling really stressed from all the work I'm getting and a 3 day weekend is AWESOME. 

Being sick and honor band

So last weekend, from Thursday afternoon until Saturday evening, was the WKU Honor Band Clinic. It was really fun, but it would have been even better if I hadn't gotten ragingly sick on Friday. It's some nasty cold/cough thing and it's making me miserable. But back to Honor Band. We drove down on Thursday, which was probably the highlight of the trip (because I actually wasn't sick) and we were cracking jokes and making merry and such.Then we got down to Western and it was so cool. They have a really beautiful campus (even if it is absolute death with all the hills) and we auditioned. I wasn't happy with my chair placement, but it turned out all right in the end because the director of my band, Mr. Starnes, was super cool. We rehearsed for about an hour on Thursday night because the flutes took forever to show up, and we finally went back to the hotel after it was all over. And we went to Wal-Mart , which was fun. On Friday, I didn't start getting sick until the afternoon, so the morning was ok. We rehearsed in this huge ballroom in a conference building and it was either blazing, boiling hot or freezing because they'd prop open ALL the windows. After we left for lunch, my group had to wait for the group from the other band to show up at the dining hall for forever, but they finally showed up and we went in and had some pizza. That's when I started to really feel bad--coughing and shivering and feeling all fever-y. So we went back to rehearsal and I about DIED, because 1) I was super-tired from not going to bed until about 1:30 AM (I know it sounds lame, but I'm pretty much dead if I go to bed after midnight) and 2) being sick on top of everything else, and 3) my director was rehearsing this one section in this one kind of boring song OVER and OVER and OVER and it was a part where I didn't play, so I just kind of sat there going "Duuhhhh..." By then I was feeling really terrible and only consoled myself with the thought of sleeping on the way to dinner. After rehearsal FINALLY let out, we waited at the car for FOREVER for the kids from the other band. Then we drove out to some restaurants, and on the way there, the entire car was arguing about what to eat. I wasn't, because I was on Death's door, but I digress. We finally stopped at a Subway, where I just sat at a booth and tried not to pass out/die and got a Sprite. I guess this all sounds kind of melodramatic, but it was bad. So everyone gets Subway and we head back to the hotel before the Prism concert, where I took some medicine and a short nap. I felt a lot better after I took some medicine, and then we went to the Prism concert. It's this thing where they have all sorts of ensembles, like a trumpet group and the pep band and the concert band and a capella groups and it was AWESOME. There was this steel drum group (like the things they play in Jamaica) and then the trumpets played "Jupiter" from The Planets, and it was probably the coolest thing ever. And the male a capella group was awesome, too. And so was the Pep Band. They had strobe lights and fog machines and all sorts of cool stuff--I can't wait for next year's. After we got back to the hotel again, we watched the last few minutes of The Dark Knight before everyone left our room and we went to bed. I felt fine during all of that, but when I woke up the next morning it was Misery City again. We had the concert, it was awesome, and I went home. I'll elaborate more later, but I'm really tired now and I want to go to bed.

Man-candy

We're talking about Natalie's man-candy. Er, I mean, we were before we started blogging.
Yeaaaah.
Guess what? I'm leaving for HONOR BAND today!!! YAY
We're leaving at 3:30 from school and it's gonna be EPIC even though Korin's not going. D: She's moving to OHS on Monday. It makes me sad. Eurgh, now I have the hiccups. It sucks.
But yeah, so I'm going down to Bowling Green to WKU and we're gonna audition and hopefully make a Wal-Mart stop so I can load up on the Red Bull. I mean, so I can get healthy foods to snack on.

Lunch lunch lunch lunch

Lunch is at 12:55 today! We're getting to go early. We've missed the past two days of school and everyone's saying that we might get more snow this week. We better not, because OMG HONOR BAND IS THIS WEEK AAAAHHHH YAY
Ahem. Excuse me. I'm really excited, but I need to work on my audition music. I was going to last week, and my director was going to help me but then he just kind of walked out of the band room and I just kind of sat there trying to figure it out. Soooo yeah.
On the other hand I went prom dress shopping a week or two ago. I tried on this dress:

I liked it.

Snow Day

This morning, I woke up at about 3:30 and went downstairs to get a drink of water because there wasn't a cup in the upstairs bathroom. Everyone had been talking about how we were going to get mountains of snow overnight so there wouldn't be school today. I looked outside and there was no snow on the ground, so I muttered a bit and went back upstairs. I was woken a couple of hours later by my mother opening my door and telling me that there was no school, and to go back to sleep. I think I said something to the effect of "Wha...? No school? But...snow...not...wha?" and then I fell back to sleep. So, as it turns out, it started snowing at like, 10:00 and it's almost 5 and we've gotten a bunch of snow. So, probably no school tomorrow. Which is bad, because I didn't bring my horn home from school yesterday (I went on a field trip to Nashville, more on that later) and if I can't practice my Honor Band audition music again until Monday (which is THREE DAYS before I need to have it done) then I'm not going to have a very good audition and probably get last chair in the lowest band and be ridiculed by everyone and die. Well, not die, but feel like crap because I know I'm a decent player, it's just that I audition badly. I get nervous and miss notes I nailed while practicing and can't breathe and my hands shake and everything. Just thinking about it is making me worried.

Ow, mah thumb

My thumb hurts really badly today. But other than that, it's been an ok day. Well, it's only 12:00 and the past two days at this time I would usually be up in my room taking a nap or trolling the interwebz because we've had two!!!! snow days this week. It sucks, because we'll probably end up in school in June. Again. We've gotten out in June every year I've been in high school...I just realized that. Booo.

2011

Okay, so this post is kind of like the last one, but I'm going forward with it anyway. All sorts could happen in 2011. I could get accepted to GSP and spend 5 weeks on a college campus this summer. Or I could finally get a job. And I can go to prom! Whatever happens with GSP, I'm definitely doing something this summer. If it's not GSP, I might go to a music camp for a few days. Or some summer program. I'll find something. And then, of course, band camp and marching band which is going to be awesome. It's my last season, and I'm not going to let it suck. And this Spring Break, I'm going to look at colleges, and right now I'm looking at the University of Pittsburgh (which is where my mom went, so that would be cool) and some places around Washington, DC. I'm the only person I know of who's planning, even thinking, of going out of state for school, which is kind of discouraging. But I know it'll work out. And then, I'll be applying for schools late this year, and maybe even get accepted. It's so exciting, I can hardly sit here because I know so much is coming and I can't wait to get it started, but I have to wait for it.

New Year

Thank goodness it's a new year. I'm kind of tired of 2010, and I'm really glad that this year is finally here. I'll go to prom this year (maybe), maybe go to GSP, be a SENIOR, and (hopefully) be accepted to a college. And I get my license! It's like I've FINALLY gotten over that huge hill I've been going up since the age of like, 11. And now it's the downhill slide into the sweet, sweet pool of college and moving out.

I just realized my blog is insanely boring.

Really, though. It's just random trash about my life I've added to the giant cyber-heap, like everyone else who thinks that people want to know stuff about their boring life. Oh well. I always imagined when I started this blog in August that it would turn into one of those hilarious blogs followed by hundreds of people and worshiped world-over. And I'd get a book deal that would put me on the best-seller list, paying for my college (so I don't have to go in-state) and I'd be renowned and loved as an hilarious but awkward teenager who makes witty observations about the world. And I'd make a tour and meet adoring fans and make those uber-cheesy "Thank you, fans" posts that I hate reading when I'm on another blog.
But really it's just a sad little blog that gets neglected and is only read by my English teacher.

I'm hungry.

I think I saw some spicy chicken sandwich wrappers on my way past the commons area earlier. I really hope so. I haven't had a spicy chicken sandwich in forever. They're SO good though. And I kind of have a headache, but that might be from lack of food because I had a weensy bowl of cereal this morning for breakfast.

OHMYGOD THIS LOOKS SO GOOD. Except the pickles. Ewww.

homeschooling

So last time, I mentioned maybe being homeschooled next year. As this year goes on, the idea becomes more attractive by the day. I really don't enjoy school right now. I get up early every morning, and I want to stay home. I get to school and prepare myself for the horrors that lie ahead. Until recently, blue days were cherished and anticipated. Now, I hate Blue and White days equally. On Blue days, I have study hall, APUSH (which is my favorite class), English, and Psychology. Blue days were my favorite because I had classes with my friends and had a study hall in the morning and lunch was fun with my friends. But now that two of my best friends kind of hate each other and ditch me so they don't have to be in each others' presence, it kind of sucks. And if I were homeschooled next year, I wouldn't have to deal with that at all! White days are just bad, because I start out with Algebra 2, which I hate. I have absolutely no desire to learn anything that I'm being taught in that class. Then Biology, which can be interesting but usually isn't. And then that most hated of classes-French. French is worst because not only is my older brother (our relationship isn't the most positive) in that class, but I sit at the back and have nobody to talk to. Not to mention other things that I probably can't mention on a blog read solely by my English teacher. And then band, which used to be one of my favorite classes. But ever since we've gotten a new band director, things have really gone downhill. Blaaargh.

Space and the Earth and stuff

That powerpoint with all the pictures of the Earth from space was really cool. I love pictures of space and the Earth from space. I'd love to be able to actually go out into space and look at all that stuff, but I couldn't ever be an astronaut because I'm terrible at math and science and physics and everything. But it would be so cool to see our planet from that perspective. From up in space, it looks peaceful and green and blue and beautiful, but down on the ground it's all nasty and gray and brown a lot.
I think it would be cool just to go exploring in space, too. I really envy people back in the 1500's and 1600's, when they were starting to explore the rest of the world and there were still places that nobody had ever been before. They would go out on these trips to find out what was out there. Even if the trips were all for money and trade and stuff, they still got to see places and people that nobody from their world had seen before. But now, everything is settled and commercialized and there's not anything that's untouched, really. Except down really deep in the oceans, and all that's supposed to be down there is a bunch of chemicals and bacteria. But out in space, nobody's really been to all the places they can see with cameras and telescopes and whatnot.

Waiting and waiting and waiting

Sometimes, I'll be procrastinating on my French homework and I'll stumble across a funny blog. It seems to  always be some post-grad chick living it up in a city writing about her AWESOME life. I like reading because, well, it's what I want to be doing in a few years, but I'm so tired of waiting for it to happen; and by "it", I mean my life. There's nothing I can do to change my life now, because I'm 16 years old and a junior in high school. I'm always waiting--waiting to get the grade on my test back, waiting to hear back from the store I just applied to for a job, waiting for senior year to get here so I can go ahead and get the ball rolling for college. Waiting for everything. I'm not a very patient person--I'm used to being able to go get what I want if I want it then, instead of waiting for it to be given to me, but I can't do that with my life. I can't hurry time up and get the rest of junior year out of the way, even though I want to. I can't hurry up and get senior year out of the way--I have to go through it all. It's like driving: you can't turn early and get the turn over with while you're on the straight part of the road. You have to wait until you get there and then turn while you're there, passing through.

In a way, I can't understand why anyone would want to be young like this again, because it sucks to have no freedom and choices, but in a way, I can. Growing up is frightening--whether you're turning 18 or 45. It's always a new experience, and that's scary because it's unknown. So people say they wish they were younger, because that age is familiar and known. You remember what it was like to be that age, but you don't know what it's like to be older because you've never been as old as you are now. It's a new experience every second of every day, and the change is kind of unsettling.

I don't know what to blog about

For any of you new readers (if you actually exist, that is), when I make a title like the one above, I'm not being all pretentious and stuff. I have to post blogs (and I like to, Mrs. Matthews!) for my English class, and sometimes I either don't like the prompt or I just can't identify. Or something. So when I do that, I'm not just blogging to blog. Well, actually, I am. I kind of have to (NOT THAT I DON'T LIKE IT 'COS I DO) but sometimes when I don't feel like I have anything relevant or meaningful to add to the growing dump of blog-text that exists in cyberspace, I have to post anyway. SO YEAH.
I CAN'T WAIT FOR HARRY POTTER 7 NEXT FRIDAY JUST SAYING

RUMBLEROOOOOOOAAAR

HEY LEGS, how about you work?

So, yeah, left leg. It'd be really cool if you weren't all achy and painful right now. Especially considering that I did nothing to provoke this kind of body-part-attack. I didn't make you run or go up and down the stairs 4687326 times or do anything out of the ordinary, and this is how I get rewarded? Thanks a lot.

I really wish I was a funny blogger. I've stumbled on so many hilarious blogs and the writers all seem to be socially awkward college students. So maybe, in a couple of years, I'll be a comedy gold-mine. I doubt it, though.
I do know I'll have the socially awkward part down pat, though. Around my friends I'm all "WHAAZZAAP PEEOPLE! LYKE ZOMG" super hyper and extrovert-y and then when I get into proper, polite conversation I become mute and turn into a fake-smiling, nervous little mouse who mumbles and hates everything.

IN OTHER NEWS, please enjoy this picture of a bathtub with portholes.
SO CUTE.

GONE WITH THE WIND

So I found (well, not found, more like realized it was on my bookshelf) my copy of Gone With The Wind last weekend. And I started reading it again. I had forgotten how much I love it until now, and I'm really glad I picked it back up. I've read it 3 or 4 times now total, and watched the movie 9832749873298 times (exaggeration, by the way). Something about Scarlett O'Hara and all her shenanigans is just magical to me--how she's so manipulative and strong, but still manages to be charming and sweet (well, when she needs or wants to be). And I love Margaret Mitchell's writing style. She describes EVERYTHING without being all over-wordy and too flowery like Nathaniel Hawthorne and Charles Dickens. I really wish we could do something about it in class. But that will probably never happen, because it's so "racist". I mean, yeah, it is racist in today's setting, but this book is about the Deep South right before and after the Civil War. Of course it's racist, because that's how they lived. They didn't apologize for the way they lived, and they didn't do it out of contempt or be nasty about it. At least, that's how I see it. I'm not promoting slavery or anything like that, of course it was horrible. But they didn't think so and I think it's wonderfully refreshing to see it from a different perspective. 

Halloween story

Lucille was very proud of the costume her mother made her for Halloween--it was a pink princess hat with a pink veil, a glittery pink princess dress, and a pair of pink gloves. The only thing wrong was that Lucille's mother had refused to get her the perfect pair of glittery pink ballerina slippers Lucille saw at the department store. Even though Lucille had thrown her best tantrum and wheedled and pleaded to her mother for days, her mother refused to buy the darling shoes, calling them "impractical". Lucille didn't know what impractical meant, but if it kept her from having those slippers then it must be a very bad thing.

Scary Movies

I cannot stand scary movies. I have absolutely no stomach for them. I've seen Psycho, and it was pretty scary. As in, I couldn't shower for a few days after I saw it. My friend Hillary took me to see A Haunting In Connecticut , but I couldn't stay. I left, like, 25 minutes into the movie. I always think I can watch them, when I'm not scared but then I chicken out.