T freaking d. Should've known.

I would just like to feel vindicated on the choice of my major.

And know that there is a subject out there that I could actually do well enough in to go to grad school.

That's all.


!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Shout! Shout! Let it all out!" - Tears for Fears

You know what? It seems that we have control of every single thing in our lives: our careers, our mindset, our decisions everyday, our goals, our failures, our attitude even. There are not many things that can really be taken away from us unless we decide to give it away. But I would argue that there is one thing, one simple yet so majestically complicated thing in which we have absolutely zero control.... okay.... we have a tiny bit...

And for that one thing I am so SUPER frustrated! ....I hate losing control.... *Phooie*

I don't want the ball! You're not allowed to throw it back to me!!

Sometimes, I just do not understand.

And then I realize that I just need to chill out already.

MEH.

Meh

Dear Thanksgiving,
You will be here in less than a week, and I am very happy about that. You see, I really need the break from school. (Even though I will be bringing homework to Oregon with me.)
And I'm excited to see my family. Because my family rocks.
And I really need the rest. Really.


Love,
Laura

Cause I'm on the Up and Up

Curse. Swear. Cuss. Yell. Spit. Scream. Kick. Stomp. Punch. Growl.

What school do we go to again?!

So Bethany went and took a test this week. Like... yesterday. So what did I do? I made her a cute little, "Good Job! You rocked that test!" type of note that I left on the little shelf just outside of the Testing center, down the stairs and all. I also bought some chocolate and stuck it with the note.

She took the test, and rocked it, and then came down and found the note.... but no chocolate.... WHAT SCHOOL DO WE GO TO AGAIN!? What do we believe!? Oh yeah, "Thou shalt NOT steal." I almost forgot. Apparently so did someone else.....

All I can say is that I hope someone REALLY needed that chocolate. I hope that they couldn't survive without it. To whoever you might be, chocolate stealing fiend, I have one thing to say to you:

:P

my feet didn't even hurt.

Dear Ballroom,

Right now you are not fun, and I sort of hate you.

And I really have no desire to spend all afternoon tomorrow doing my hair and makeup and then waiting at the comp and then dancing and then not.making.a.single.cut.

Oh, and then not being able to participate in the get-the-high-school-seniors-excited-to-come-to-byu-and-dance-on-the-ballroom-team meeting because I'm utterly incoherent and my eyes are bloodshot.

Bitterly yours,

Katie, the obviously not Russian ballroom dancer