Mehhh. . . or, *Loud Internal Scream*

So. . .back from my forever long hiatus from the blog.  Things were kind of crazy with school (such is life for an ELED major in Level II. . .) and this became part of the long list of things I meant to do/wanted to do but never did.  

Anyhow. . .the real purpose of this post:  

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*Breath* 

Felicia and Andrea (and this other random girl at LDSSA. . .) had this *brilliant* idea yesterday afternoon; they decided that I should ask to the institute dance, the one that's tomorrow (apparently they don't believe in having these ideas farther in advance.  Maybe they didn't want to give me time to think too deeply. . .because then I'd realize how crazy the whole idea is?).  And. . .I listened.  So, now I have a date to the institute dance tomorrow night, and I'm scared. to. flippin'. death.  And I have a final for the hardest class I've ever had to do over this weekend, and a 100-point assignment due tomorrow.  Dying inside?  Yes.  Dying outside? Maybe not yet. . .

Wondering whether FCHD 2600 or my date will cause my ultimate demise, 

Korbie 

Long Days... Holidays

This last week as you all know was Thanksgiving week!!! A time filled with family, friends, turkey, mashed potatoes and pumpkin pie . . . Mine was filled with family and mashed potatoes, of course and wisdom teeth, puppy, shopping, sore throats, nursing, fever, work, studying, sleep, more work, being pulled over, pizza and cupcakes . . .
My long weekend turned into thing after thing that piled on top of everything else . . . And I might of had a panic attack . . . just a small one you know, a few minutes of outright sobbing, can't catch your breath...
Andrea and Felicia have been writing on the calender everyday for what they're thankful for, and earlier I had such a hard time finding something to be thankful for.
But I have so much to be thankful for . . .
Loving family
Kind friends
Amazing coworkers
My bed
Pillows that smell like home
My car (not working brake light and all)
Warm blankets
Clean clothes
Good movies
Mashed potatoes
Cupcakes
Pizza
Chips
Phones
Computers
Milk
Cheese
Pjs
Fuzzy socks . . .
I hope you all get the picture.

Anyway I hope that all of you had an amazing Thanksgiving, surrounded by family and that you are all at least ten pounds heavier than you were on Monday.

                                          Thankful for life,
                                                                    Kaitlin

Lisa Frank is not the Name of a Woman

Disclaimer: I did not write this, but it was so funny that I had to share it.

"Lisa Frank is not the name of a woman, it is the name of a movement, a culture, a way of living. It is a theory, a concept, a belief in something greater than yourself. It is the belief that all girls are entitled to dolphins covered with rainbows, jewel-encrusted frogs, and unicorns in acid-trip colors hugging each other. It is the ideology that no notebook is complete until it literally hurts your eyes to look at from so much color saturation. It is the hope that no school supply, no matter how insignificant, will be left un-bedazzled. It is the knowledge that your eraser cap, and that of your granddaughter’s, and her granddaughter’s after her, will not be some boring little nub–it will be a diamond covered with butterflies in a rainbow of colors. It is the dream of a better tomorrow."
Source: http://thoughtcatalog.com/2011/10-things-90s-kids-will-have-to-explain-to-their-children/#kvKuO3WSRl52s0Zi.99
                                 Still laughing, Felicia.

How's School?

So, how is school going? Dumbest question ever. There are really only two answers to it, and most people find one not as acceptable as the other. So I can say, good, which is boring but expected or I could say, bad, which is not so boring but also very unexpected and causes unwanted concern and questions. So, then why do people ask me this stupid question? You know what I'm going to say, even if I am lying. Goodness humans, use your thinking skills. This is why I have concluded that the next time someone asks me this question I'm going to respond "Oh, ya know I was first attacked by a pack of angry wolves at the beginning of the semester and things just went down hill from there, which leads me to last weekend, I may or may not have launched a torpedo at the University, so I guess my follow up question is, 'What school?'"
                                 -Planning a Detonation, Felicia.

It's Not Everyday that the Neighbors are Being Killed, Or is it?

We are "to love and care for our neighbors as our selves." Or so says Russell M. Ballard, but I'm not willing to argue with him, unless you are? However, I'm feeling a little uneasy about the way our neighbors seem to express their love. You see, at least (I say at least very VERY loosely) once a week murderous cries can be heard from through the walls. I have come up with three possible reasons for this. 1. The neighbors have adopted a cow and they haven't learned how to properly milk it and therefore cause her great pain every night or so. 2. There are ghosts in our walls who find it entertaining to relive their gruesome murders while we try to sleep. or 3. (the seemingly most realistic one, although the cow one is pretty good too) Our neighbors express their love in a way in which causes them to scream out in agonizing horrific pain. No, but really if you heard you would wonder if there was a cow over there too. 

                          -Still holding out that there is a cow, Felicia.