Wow, I have been MIA!!

I'll be back soon.

Besos, kt

So I was sick alllll last week, and, consequently, slept for FIVE DAYS straight. 

Amazing.

Upside: I am completely better! I only had one cough attack today, during my Spanish final. Being able to rest that much totally makes you heal thoroughly. No lingering illness.

Downside: I totally BOMBED my Shakespeare final. It REALLY sucked, because I kept such a high average all semester and blew it at the end. :[ Lesson learned:  Don't take Nyquil before an exam. Haha. No, really, the test was a LOT harder than we all expected, especially from what she had told us was going to be on it, plus I was soooo sick. At least it's over. Requirement for my major: check! Completed! 

Also, I did better in Modern Novel than Shakespeare. Wtf is that?! LOL.

Tonight is my LAST NIGHT in old 1113 Fordham Hall. Sad? Maaayyybe. Not really. I'm ready for summer (ahem, working). My dad came earlier and we moved everything out, so now it's me, the darkness, bunked beds, a blanket, and the light from my desk.  I have my last final, Italian, tomorrow at 9, for which I need to study. It's pretty creepy in here, all empty and dark.  Darby moved out two weeks ago, into an apartment, so I'm used to the alone. But I don't even have a TV. Or a lamp! Haha.

So, my sister and I, and probably my aunt, are going to get tattoos in remembrance of my grandmother.  I for some reason tend to associate Beatles songs with her, especially "Let It Be", as seen from an earlier blog, so I wanted to use that as inspiration.  I found a picture of a girl with a small blackbird on Google and decided on that ("Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly...").  Kristin and Minny are going to get, I think, doves instead of blackbirds with the pink breast cancer ribbon and the words "let it be" underneath. I'm going to do a tiny blackbird with a blue mouth/throat cancer ribbon...I'm not sure about the words yet.  I want it to be SUPER simple, probably on my shoulder, and I think if I get "Let it be" it'll be a white ink tattoo on my wrist in the future.  But then they'll be separate and I associate them together, so I don't know!!!  Ugh I am so indecisive always!!  Greta's going to get a tattoo for her grandpa (and another one, I think) and Steph and her sister and cousin for their friend who just passed away, and Michelle is going to continue her stars.

Well...I guess I ought to study.  Ughhhkkkk..

Ciao

kt

The shadow of the day will embrace the world in gray, and the sun will set for you.

It's been a tough few days. Finals blow. My head is about to explode from sinus pressure. Terrible news from Rockford.

My thoughts and prayers go out to the Strand family and friends of the family.

"We were promised sufferings. They were part of the program. We were even told, 'Blessed are they that mourn.'" - C.S. Lewis

Keep going.

Even though I'm not always right, I can count on the sun to shine.

Why am I ALWAYS sick for finals?? I mean, logically, it makes sense-- like stress making my immune system weak, etc, etc. However, I don't feel especially stressed out! I mean, I need to get studying for my 9 am test tomorrow, but I'm not overwhelmed or anything. I suppose not getting any sleep Thursday night and the stress of the paper, plus 5+ hours at House of Blues for 5 bands and running in the COLD and the rain afterwards might have done it. Now I feel stupid. 

But OMG the Metro Station/Armor for Sleep/etc concert was a lot of fun. Metro Station was by far the best part. Despite the fight between some skanky 16-yr old girls and Michelle and Greta.  The nasty girls were a few chunks of hair short at the end of THAT, believe me ;). I have also discovered that going to a concert with a guy (ie, Mike) helps a LOT. He stopped that fight quick LOL.

I can already tell I'm going to be sicker tomorrow. Awesome. It's FREEZING in my dorm, which makes it soooo much worse, and I know I'll wake up crappy. Of course they finally switch the air on when the temp drops way down.  I slept ALL DAY yesterday and most of today...but my head and my throat hurt worse and I sound like a boy going through puberty. YES!!! Boy Scout Katie.

Whoa, I feel just like we're taking control of the night...

Guess what time it is--that's right! It's paper-writing time! And therefore, wasting-time-on-my-blog time! *cheering* *applause* *confetti*

So that paper down there VVV that I was despairing over - I got an A-!! Which was like, omg, 100 pounds off my chest. I AM DONE WITH SHAKESPEARE. Let's take a small pause to think that over and revel in its gloriousness. ... Ok, that's done. (I guess I should calm down, really - I still have my final next Friday. But ehhh. Done with Shakespeare classes! Haha.)

Ok, so I have THREE classes left. Three class periods, rather.  Italian (where we have the listening section of our final tomorrow morning. Ew. That'll be molto interesante, seeing as I'm planning on zero-zip-nada hours of sleep. Also, zero-zip-nada hours of studying. Sweet.), Modern Novel (where this paper to which I have only written a sad, basic outline is due. This class scares me. I'm soooo up in the air about the grade I'm going to get... obviously this blog is proving I don't take it seriously enough, so I am not allowed to complain. I just suck at prioritizing.), and Spanish. 

Then, I'm heading downtown to House of Blues with Michelle, Greta, and Mike for the Saves the Day/Armor for Sleep/Metro Station concert!!! Woo!!! I will be so completely out of it. And probably extremely ATTRACTIVE. Nice. Way to go, me. Whatever, it'll be fun. I'm pumped. Steph and Meg are meeting up with us before it too, so this'll be an end-of-classes celebration (probably slightly desperate and pathetic) for us. 

My eyes, as usual, are not up for seven more hours of computer time. Imagine....a paper extension. *eyes blurry with imagination* Sigh. How beautiful that would be. 

Unfortunately, this is not plausible. Must not focus my attention on what is not to be. Ugh. Ok. I'm going to do this. I think I need some pump-me-up writing music. HAHAHAHA oh man, good one. Does that even exist?? I can't really write with lyrics floating into my ears, cuz then I start singing. Usually I resort to Debussy. (Note: this was not always a "resort". I used to quite enjoy Debussy; Clair de Lune is gorgeous. It now, however, brings up painful, tired memories of Chemistry formulas, Biology diagrams, and many less-than-desirable essays.)

Whatever, I'm turning on All Time Low. I'll pretend my name is Maria.

loooooooooveeee from,

kt

**edit (3:15 am): I finally put my iTunes on shuffle, and "The Hook Up" by Britney Spears just came on. Hahahahaha. Amazing! I own the Toxic CD!! Hilarious. Probably shouldn't admit that publicly but, ehhh.... Whatever. I'm going to listen to the entire song!! Omg-- "Don't stop, just get, get on the floor. Butt drop, hips pop, poppin' for more." This is hysterical. <3

I’ve got a lotta things to do tonight, I'm so sick of making lists of things I'll never finish...

I suppose, when writing a well-developed final essay of a class you've been taking for 14 weeks, it is optimal to have a thesis statement.  But, unfortunately, I am thesis statement-less at the present moment.  Othello....Desdemona...relationship....Iago/Emilia, Cassio/Bianca...different types of relationships...

But what am I trying to PROVE???? That they all relate to each other differently?! Is there even a question of that?!?

Ugh. I fail. So instead, I just keep writing. Ha. About the play--I haven't even incorporated secondary sources. What's funny (not really ha-ha to me, but, sure, funny peculiar) is that I've been working on this paper for two weeks (holy crap!! Have I ever done that??), yet I had not actually written anything down until about four hours ago. Which makes starting early pretty freaking pointless, don't you think? Ugh. I always do this. I don't know why I still get frustrated. I don't know why I waste precious (sleep!! Oh, Jesus, SLEEP) time writing a meaningless blog on how pathetic I have become at getting things done. My head hurts.  At least tomorrow is Thursday and not Tuesday, so I only have to have one-and-a-half sleep-deprived days instead of most of a week. Hmmm. Too bad I have to make it to Water Tower campus to talk to a 10 a.m. class for TWO MINUTES. That is supremely unfortunate.  Honestly. But, what can I do?

Ha. Apparently, what I can do is actually finish this paper in the next four hours so I can go running at 7. And make it downtown on time. I really need a coffee machine. Note to self: buy coffee machine for place next January. 

"But I'm too tired to go to sleep tonight

And I'm too weak to follow dreams tonight

For the first time in a long time I can say

That I want to try to get better and

Overcome each moment

In my own way."

Thanks, Motion City. 

kt

**Edit (4:07 a.m.): I just opened my eyes and re-read the line I had just written, which said:  "Although Emilia freely admits to not knowing to what purpose Iago is going to put her grad school." WHAaaaaAAttttTt??! Haha oh MAN. I am nodding off while writing this, and Idk what to do!! Sleep for an hour and then continue??But will my body cooperate?!!! is the reeeeal question. Ahhh idk, is it worth it?? If I'm going to keep writing stuff like "grad school", then probably. LOL. EEEeeeekkk such an important decision! **