FYI:

The new Indiana Jones...
WORST MOVIE EVER!!

let's talk about me!!

There's not much in my life quite more exhilarating than watching a midnight showing of an anticipated movie at Atlantic Station. So, my friends and I took up an entire row of seats tonight to see Prince Caspian. I've never read the Chronicles of Narnia, although I have the entire collection in Italian (sort of pointless, really, since Mr. Lewis was an Englishmun). So, imagine possibly being the only person in the theater without a clue as to how things are going to unravel... fists pumping; butt-cheeks clenched!
Here are my self-centered notes:
1. Hotties.

2. I really, really want to ride a hoarse at full speed.
3. I wonder at the budgetary allowance for body makeup to cover the centaurs' tribal tattoos. They're showing so much skin, it must have cost a fortune!
4. I am more ready than ever to go to REN FEST on Sunday! And yes, that's relevant to the movie.
5. This story captured a lot of what I've been going through lately. Not knowing where the Lion is, or why He would let the world fall by the wayside. Asking questions has always made me feel like a number, but it's nice to know that I've been waiting alongside characters much greater than myself throughout history and fiction. In light of His glory, all is forgiven... or justified... or completely insignificant.
6. I looooooove epic movie soundtracks. Throughout the entire thing I was moved continuously by the swelling of strings, and and the subtle manliness of horns... but sweet goodness... who decided to sneak that last song into the mix? Almost ruined the whole thing for me. This isn't a GAP ad, folks, it's an allegory!
7. We'd all do well to remember the Kingship of Christ.
8. Every time I see any kind of movie with battle scenes... I can't imagine what it must be like to fight like that. I can't say with confidence that I know a single person who would be willing to stare down his or her own bloody mortality to protect the world we live in. I guess I'm speaking exclusively to Americans. Maybe I need braver friends. Maybe we've all lost our nobility. I think we all (I) have a tendency to not look past our (my) immediate interests, and ignore the bigger picture. Heaven forbid we see the giant canvas in a digital world.

K. I'm done with that.


In real people news, I've decided to take the high road by making use of the university gym. It would be easier if I lived on campus... or if GSU actually had a campus. It would also be easier if I weren't too scared to go alone. Or if I had money to park. Either way, my friend Ugo designed a routine for me that should stop my knees from buckling out from under me so often. Even my good knee hasn't been doing the job lately.

Has anyone seen "Yo Gabba Gabba"!? Best show ever. Thanks, little Judah, for showing me. That little baby already has supreme taste.

I'm waking up in a few short hours to try to purchase Tom Waits tickets. They cost a fortune, and I'm not even sure I'll be able to snag one.

Aaaaaaaaand this week in thankfullness... I am thankful not to have a man. I have men... handsome ones!

update:

Klaus is cute.

I've been making cupcakes from scratch, which is a good deterrent from eating sweets. Seriously.

My roommate has a new boyfriend, and I think they're pretty precious.

I semi-accidentally spray painted my entire left hand black today.

I have officially caught the bouquet at 100% of the weddings I've ever gone to.
My dad said, "welp, it's probably from all that softball."
Which, ironically, is probably the reason that I won't be the next to be married.

TOM FREAKING WAITS is coming to town!!

I saw Radiohead last night. I could watch the baby-raptor dance all day long.

My lady Jessie Donaughy is leaving the USA for 4 months, at the end of which I will be leaving Uncle Sam as well.
I can't believe I'm not going to see my friend for so long.

I got an e-mail today that I'm expected to write a letter for my little sister's youth group graduation banquet by tonight. It's Saturday, and I have a huuuuuge paper plus an exam on Monday. I don't really know squat about my exam, and the paper has to be written in Italian. But, you know, whatever.
It was actually nice to sit for a while and think about exactly what I would want to tell my little sister before she goes off to college. Plus, I'm honored that she considers me one of the 3 "influential people" in her life.
This is what I wrote to her:


Boodha-face,
I’m so happy that the little caboose is finishing high school. You’re going to love college.
I never really got any instruction as to how this should be written… so I guess it’s time to bestow upon you my worldly wisdom (whether or not anyone asked for it):
1. Be responsible. Don’t let anyone convince you something is a good idea if you have even a hunch that it’s not.
2. Lock your doors. For some reason people haven’t figured out that stealing from dorms is, like, the worst idea ever.
3. If it’s in a red cup, you probably don’t want to drink it. Plus, single-use items are totally wasteful. Respect the earth, and reduce your impact on landfills.
4. Money comes and goes. Don’t let it worry you too much.
5. At the end of each semester, your teachers will assign grades somewhat arbitrarily, and then you’re done with that class forever. So treat your friendships well, because they’re the only real things you’ll take with you after you’ve gotten a silly little degree.
6. Strategically sit by someone cute, but –and I cannot stress this enough- never talk to them. They’re probably stupid, and it will ruin the fun of putting your make-up on before school.
7. “Foot baggers” are rarely as cool as they think they are.
8. You’re probably going to lose touch with people from high school. But that’s ok. We’re just growing up.
9. If you find yourself in a church that has an ATM, heal-toe it out of there. It’s a trap.
10. Campus ministry drama is the worst kind of drama… So, if you choose to become involved in one, show them how to keep it real. You're way above all the fuss.
11. Read for recreation sometimes.
12. I guarantee that someone in your building will have a poster of Gustav Klimt’s “The Kiss” taped up on his or her wall. Call me when you find it. We’ll giggle. I guess that’s not really advice… more like a scavenger hunt.
13. Watch documentaries. Not only are they enlightening, but quoting them makes you sound smart in courtyard conversation.
14. When you're stuck, read a Psalm a few times over.
15. Pride is possibly the easiest, and most destructive of all sins. Live in humility to avoid humiliation. As Woven Hand says, "The world will bow/ the knees will be broken for those who don't know how." Now I'm not a doctor or a scholar... but I'd avoid that if I could.

And, most importantly,
16. Learn to love what God loves.

You are a precious treasure, and I love you very, very much. Congratulations. Now go, therefore, ad change the world.
katie

p.s. i'm funnier than you.

I had an awful dream last night. One that I've had before, but this time with a new twist...
Once again I was getting married, and as always I knew that I didn't want to. The difference is that this time I went through with it!! The day after I told him I wanted a divorce. Making it an even worse version of my regular nightmare.
Optimism. I has it.


Tonight I sifted through a box of old notebooks/sheet music at my mom's house. Here is what I uncovered:
- That I learned NOTHING in high school.
- That I'm way cool for having composed a string quartet version of Elliot Smith's two waltzes on XO in 11th grade.
- That I must have started pretty early on the whole having-awesome-taste-in-music thing.
- Just how much time I devoted to choral music.
- That Sarah and I once planned a hard core band called xDIExARIAx.
- That I used to think Cornerstone was the coolest thing ever.
- That I was sooooo emo.
- That at one point I wasn't awful at drawing.
- That I start writing in lots of notebooks... but have yet to finish one.
- That I used to have a really good friend named Phillip.

That last one sent me through a loop. I found a letter he had written me some November 20th. I didn't even have to look at the return address. I just know that writing.
We've always lived in different cities, but in the booming years of internet, cell phones, and Napster, he wrapped letters around mix tapes. He was one of the greatest friends I've ever had.
He wrote this particular letter about how God had met with him one morning while visiting me at my parents' house. I was asleep upstairs ("snoring like a bear"). He was so full of faith, and when we would talk about things, they just seemed to make much more sense than they did before.
The last time I ever saw him, we were praying feverously across my kitchen table.

If what people have told me is true, Phillip still writes. He's also still in the business of telling people about music they had never heard of before. He gets paid to do both (as he should).

There are certain things that I think about every day. Phillip and his wife are one of those things.
They'd probably hate to know that.







I did an awful thing to a batch of cupcakes tonight.

reflection.

Some might say that I've not been my usual self lately. I guess this could be due to the fact that I took the mirror off my wall, and forgot to ask God each day to make me new. I think I fell back into being someone that I don't like.

Yeah. So I'm kind of, like, wallowing in self-pity or something...
But please understand how much I love melodrama:


My mother gave me a scale, which gives me the good fortune of knowing that I'm 20lbs heavier than I was this time last year. No joke.


Despite that, I've come to the realization that I got "dumped" last semester because this guy didn't like my personality. Which is... awesome.


I read some 2 year old emails the other night. I realized what a raving lunatic (stronger language desperately needed) I was to someone.
I couldn't have possibly been more insulting. And so needlessly.
So much so that if I have a soul, I will start crying the next time I see him.
I don't know how this guy could ever believe that I'm truly sorry.


I caught the bouquet at Dave and Tanya Gordon's wedding the other night. It helped that I was one of 3 single women left standing there.
On that note, I had asked almost every available guy that I feel close to to be my "date". They all turned me down! Every one of them.


:edit::Did I forget to mention that I have been lied to more times this past month than I had ever hoped to be?
Did I forget to mention that every instance of untruth was brought forth by card-carrying Christians?



FINAL EXAMS!!!!!

pray for this.

It's been kind of a mixed month. I've been a bad student. My body is all out of funk. Maybe it's the time of year. This time last year I couldn't even drive myself down the street to school.

My goal is to have this knit before I leave for Italy:







I knocked on my roommate's door the other day. When she opened it I skipped the salutations and asked, "you realize that we're the only two virgins in Atlanta, right?"
She pointed out that there is at least one other. So... at least we're not lonely.

It's almost enough to make me regret not going to a Christian school. I mean, holding down the fort by myself hasn't been a problem, but it gets old when people (even of your own faith) constantly tell you how naïve it is to be so old fashioned.



Yeah, that was awkward... but I just came from a bachelorette party... so I'm feeling liberal. May be deleted in the morning.