Happy 2008!

Well, time to ring in a new year. 2007 has been fun...crazy, but fun. This time last year I was at my church surrounded by a billion kids at this crazy all-nighter thing they put on. And this year, I'm still with kids, but only 2, and they are asleep. They aren't mine...they belong to my wonderful next door neighbors. Spending New Years Eve alone might be lame, but I'm determined not to be poor anymore. Besides, I may run back over to my house just to watch the ball drop with the 'rents, drink a swig of champagne, and come back to my post. Hopefully the parents will decide to stay at their party until midnight, otherwise they could come back home to find the babysitter MIA. Not so good.

I've decided, somewhat begrudgingly, that I need to take Spanish and learn it for real. Don't get me wrong--I'm excited about getting closer to becoming bilingual and studying abroad in Spain (you all should come!)--but I'm afraid I'm just not that good at it. I need to speak and practice it more, since I can understand and read a good amount. New years resolution?

So, my 6th grade cousin decided to put a video of our cruise that he took on youtube. You should probably go watch it, and note my wonderfully crazy grandmother with the napkin...Happy 50th Anniversary!

http://youtube.com/watch?v=disGQ_xAt5Q

See you all very soon!

Kathryn

is that in newport?

A question to ponder before slipping into tryptophan induced daze:

why is it when we see airplanes crossing the sky they never look or zoom by as if they're traveling at 500+ miles an hour?

any ideas? joyeux noel, feliz navidad and all that jazz

My better half is currently on her way cruising to the Bahamas and I, well, I'm still in Raleigh with no one to play with. Breaks can be lonely; usually a necessary kind of lonely for recuperating and realigning oneself from exhausting life at Chapel Hill.

Whoa, this post is starting to veer dangerously close to the intellectual/philosophical realm of uber intelligence all my friends subscribe to. After reading the beautifully crafted blogs of Abby, Emily, Nick, Rachel, Elizabeth and Brittany, KB and I figure, why try to compete?

Hope everyone is enjoying home and eating lots of Christmas cookies.

Miss you all. Happy Christmas

ex-pat too?

what can i say? i am a francophile

Allow me to translate, since, like many of you, I do not speak, write, nor read French.

My beautiful friends, You lack me a lot. This is all. Without you, my life is not interesting.

Thank you, freetranslation.com.

Also, I would like to make it known that Catherine has changed the options so that when we log in to our blog, everything is in French. Cool.

:)

Love you all!

Kathryn (that's for you, John.)

Je suis triste...

Mes beaux amis,
Vous me manquez beaucoup.
C'est tout. Sans vous, ma vie n'est pas intéressante.

:(
xoxo

Una Noche de Preguntas

1. Is unfunny a word?
2. ROFL? Rolling on the floor laughing?
3. Why did it take me so long to figure out this title in Spanish? Has it really been that long?
4. Why do some teachers make their students post "response paragraphs" on blackboard?
5. If you could be smarter, more attractive, or more athletic, which would you choose?
6. Why was Lenoir so crowded tonight?
7. Isn't finals week awesome because we don't have to go to class?
8. It's too difficult to put things in question form?
9. Why is our room so incredibly cold? Anyone have ideas on how to fix it?
10. Goodnight? Goodnight moon?

So... many... unfunny jokes...

Friends,
Hope everyone sufficiently engorged themselves this Thanksgiving, now get on a treadmill you lardface! JK lolzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz ROFL

The other night I was unfortunately accosted by a man of non-descript race. He misguidingly concluded I was an athlete. I rightly concluded he must have been homeless. With a knife. I then received the impression that this might be a negative stereotype - albeit a correct one.

I have no clue what else to write. I am out of ideas.

Kisses. XOXO

So...many...leaves...

Happy day before Thanksgiving! It's been a while since I've written anything on here (Catherine is a lot more efficient than I am...) so I thought I'd give it a shot. And there is no time like the present, especially when you have a huge research paper to write.

My question is this: why on earth is it going to be 71 degrees tomorrow? It's November. In Virginia. NORTHERN Virginia. Maybe I can get a tan while eating turkey? I don't know. It will, however, be much colder the next morning, when I will be up at 4am to go shopping. We don't really buy all that much, but it's amazingly entertaining to watch people fight each other for really cheap stuff. Ah, holidays.

Oh--I got free coffee at Wawa yesterday on my drive home. What's a Wawa? Only the coolest gas station ever. In fact, you should probably drive to Virginia just to go to one. Trust me. And if you're there from 4-7pm, apparently you get free coffee.

Alright, time for me to go write about anti-Semitism and try and figure out why the Holocaust wasn't enough to stop it.

It really is good to be home. Happy turkey eating...

Some fool tried to tickle the workers at Cosmic.

I may be going to Charlotte. Essentially, someone wants us to drive 143 miles to dine at, not one but, TWO Peruvian eating establishments. If it's anything like our magical experience with Pollo Rico then the night will end with evil Mexican glares, no food, and me ice skating through six different emotions in the span of eighteen seconds.

Also, Jonathan has cultivated a peculiar fixation with Chesterton, the Davis Library velociraptor. If you'd like to visit him he resides on the South wall of Davis, closest to the Student Union. I'm sure he'd appreciate a friendly wave or casual hello. There's another dinosaur around the corner named Lou. Jonathan doesn't like him as much.

Parade was wonderful, thanks for asking. I'm glad you all came to hear me in it. Sike. You bitches.

I have paper towels right here in my room. You don't need to leave.

Also, I have a Brilliant Idea. Captial B. Captial I. Let's all just buy one-way tickets to some far-off destination, quit school, NOT take our Media Ethic exams, and live for yet-to-be-determined amount of years. J. Clem will go to South America, Miguel leave for New Zealand, Korean will go to Scotland, and I'll go... somewhere. Brussels maybe?

Alright. That is all for tonight. I love you all. Sorta.

Get Off Your Lazy Butt and Run (Like Mike!)

Why hello there, beautiful people.

My dad's going to Nuevo Mexico this weekend. I'm laughing. And about Amy Tan - I think she's dumb. I don't have anything to say about her.

Jonathan just said, "But look at the pencils!" Plaintively.

"BYAH!" he says.

I'm voting for the guy, no...the presidential candidate, what's his name? Stephen Colbert? He's not even running. Yes he is, in South Carolina. w00t. Rudy! That's who it is!

I'm so horribly unproductive, you can't even tell.

And college beards apparently don't count. Nick's OK with that, because he'll be out of college before he can grow one.

Jonathan has made everything in this room go to pot by his very presence.

No, not Rudy! Huckabee! I told you it was a double name, like 'Huckabee.' You know, the guy who used to be fat, but now he isn't. Running'll do that to ya.

El Fin.

Coversational Addendum:
Jonathan: I can't believe your mom would buy you 115 dollar pair of jeans.
Nick: My mom loves me.

News flash:
Jonathan's parents do not love him because they make him purchase his own denim.

Everything in Moderation

Friends. Get ready. Next year, in lieu of having to sell myself on Franklin to pay for housing, Jonathan, Jonathan, and I will be purchasing a trailer home and hitching it up to Jonathan's grotsky red Honda and hauling that junk up to the top floor of Cobb deck - putting that sucker in park - and residing there for our final, triumphant year at this God-forsaken University. And yes, we WILL have the hookah bubblin' TWENTY-FOUR-SEVEN. Also, while I am having a lesbian relationship with Abby Farson after I don't get married, J. Hecht will be having on-again-off-again love triangle with Fillet-o-Fish and Jonathan Clements.

Andrew Fletcher desperately needs a point of balance. Or alcohol. Or weed. Or both. Either are okay in moderation.

By the way, I am going to Mexico. Keep me in your prayers.

Also, I have a new best friend. His name is Rodrigo. And yes, he IS a meth addicted clown.

Good night, friends.

P.S. - Orgies and soccer practice are not mutually exclusive activities.

P.S.S. - While everyone has their panties in a bunch over tuition, I am worrying about how to make every building over 8 stories a-okay for alcohol. I don't know how this is going to affect my future life in Cobb Deck, but that's something I'll figure out another day.

A Boy Named Goo

I've forgotten how good the Goo Goo Dolls are. In fact, I love them. Seriously, 90s music is pretty beast.

I also just got Ruckus back. No need to congratulate me--

Overheard in 231 Winston, on cussing:

K-I just don't think it's okay.
C-It is okay.
K-It's NOT okay.

C-...It might be. *grin*

Do you like sloths?

for sixty seconds, there is a minute

Right now, I'm sitting in Joyner. The sound of the air conditioner is whispering into my ear and laughter of nearby friends rings like bells in a quaint, familiar Scottish village in France. Dominic enters and we discuss many things. Woman's rights. Michael Jackson. Co-ed showers and whether Quentin should lavish us with a bottle of cheap wine. The time that slips by reminds me of how ephemeral life is. I like Virginia Wolfe. Don't you? Here's a random link. Here's another one. Distributing cookies makes me think of the love of God that we should distribute to every tucked away crevice of this campus. Jonathan begins to sniff his sandal.


Isn't he beautiful? I shall leave you with a thought.

There once was a son who took his inheritance and squabbled it in a foreign land. As he was casting starfish into the ocean he looked and saw one set of footprints. "Why are there only one set of footprints?" the son asked. And Jesus said unto him, "I was carrying you, my child. I was carrying you." A parable from the Book of Maccabees

We're U.S. Americans and we don't have maps!

Either way, it's probably a hot-mess.

Kathryn. Your last post is waaay too serious.

I tend to think in stream-of-consciousness.

Jonathan really likes Pangaea.

It's MORE than okay for a dating couple to hug.

Not according to Lydia.

I never wanted to cuss someone out in a blog, but drastic times calls for drastic measures. I have a friend. Let's call him Asian-One. He's a grotsky biotch. End of story.

Biscuits in the morning! Hashbrowns in a pan! Grits? Please make grits. Instant grits are foul.

ATM + Vegas slot machine = best idea ever.

That bird is absolutely not my doppelgangar. No gold-platinum cages for you. Is that in Newport? Is that opposed to a real house? Well, only if they didn't have a meningitis scare. DKE is nice though.

Smells like Eggos.

[Fin.]

Love you Kathryn.

Wait. You have to JUMP to conclusions.

Now, [Fin.] Take that, Nick.

Can I tickle your feet?

Ok I will!

Seven hours were spent in the Union today doing homework. It wasn't too bad...had lots of people there, which helped. I would have gone INSANE if I had been there by myself. But it really does feel good to get stuff done--

On a more serious note, I've decided that doing consistent quiet times in the morning not only put you in the right frame of mind, but it makes you less restless throughout the day. I've been way more productive in the last week than I have been all semester and every day this week has started off with some quality time with God. I don't think that's a coincidence. Seek the Kingdom first, and all other things will be given unto you...

Jonathan and I went to Harris Teeter tonight to get food. Normally I don't find myself in grocery stores late at night, but it was fun. We put pomade in Jonathan's hair. How can that not be a good time?

Oh yeah, and I don't believe in school either.

Kathryn

I don't even know you, but I'm getting a really negative vibe...

Friends,
I don't believe in school anymore. Besides that, Carolina has failed to make me any smarter.
Rupert Murdoch is taking over the world. Seriously, the man is ridiculous.
Also, I am a hippie at heart.

Sorry, I have nothing interesting to say.

I told you...stop hittin' the table!

Well, I'm pretty sure if there ever was a physical, emotional, mental, and spiritual limit to the amount you can read, I've reached it. Holy cow. I need to go run around and yell a little bit. But I'm pretty sure my body has molded into this couch in the union..which could be slightly problematic.

Disclaimer: Avid poetry fans and literature gurus, be warned.
I've discovered today that I don't like Emily Dickinson. I really just don't get her. Or, for that matter, most forms of poetry. Why do poets have to say things in the most circuitous manner? Are you sad? Just say it. I will admit that some poetry is beautiful, but words just don't do it for me, no matter how lofty the language or how well the words are intertwined.

I'd much rather go hiking in the Blue Ridge Mountains...I can find beauty there. (And seriously, anyone want to go the mountains? That'd be pretty beast. Just leave Dickinson at home.)

I think the pool is calling my name, but first, some advice.

-I'm going to have to second Catherine and tell you to avoid "Deliverance" like the plague.
-The little store in the Union doesn't have fresh Dunkin' Doughnuts on Saturday mornings. The ones you see are from Friday. I'm not sure why I expected them to be fresh. Just go with something else.
-Go get some spandex and wear it around all the time. Don't hate until you've tride (yep, that's really how I just spelled "tried"...it's time for me to go) it.

Catherine,
Thanks for sticking by my side-
Our frustration we cannot hide.
But now I hope that you'll soon say,
Let's save this jank for another day!
Love,
Kathryn

I am a banana!

Friends,
Here I present to you the Word of the Day:
Chaucey, chauce, chauced, etc: noun, verb, adjective
1. dirt, general filth
2. a state of brokenness

I chauced up my phone when I accidentally dropped it off that cliff.

That asbestos laden shoe in Matt's room is pretty chaucey!

Ewww, your floor is covered in chauce-maybe you should clean your room sometime...

Some things to keep in mind:
If anyone suggests watching the movie Deliverance, run the opposite way as fast as you can.
Apparently, you should be peeling your banana from the bottom...the top is really God's provident handle.
Tupac is still alive!!!

xoxoxo
Catherine

P.S. Kathryn dreams in cuban and she used to wear an eye patch. Like a pirate. Ask her.

Holy Mackrel.

Thursdays are long days. And it's only 3:30. Ugh.

And now I get to sit in the union, drink some coffee, and start on homework...of which I have quite a lot.

BUT...tomorrow is Friday! Woo!

Catherine,
Have fun splashing around in the pool. I wish I could be there.
Love,
Kathryn

We're A Chaco Nation

Musings of today:

There are some days when you just have nothing to say. Today was one of those days.

The love of Christ is rich and free.

We don't understand boys.

Swimming and rowing are the best workouts ever.

We're now offering discount Swedish massages, call for info. People who don't bruise easily, please.

Do you have chacos? No? Get some.

Ask Chris how to dance to Souljah Boy.

Love,
Kathryn and Catherine

P.S. Abby is one heck of a beautiful guitar player.

You're Dumb

Friends,

My feelings about UNC were summed up by my brother yesterday:

"I want to stay home because I'm smart here...as soon as I go back to Chapel Hill I'm stupid again."

Well said.

Biyahhh!!!

In the beginning...

Well here we are. It's a new era--one of incompetent bloggers.

Let's face it. It had to come out sooner or later...there is just too much intellectualism running rampant on this campus. Don't get us wrong, we love all you smart people. But come on. Doesn't anyone want to talk about things besides philosophical ramblings, astute observations about life, or the latest Pulitzer prize winner?

If that's you, welcome. We hope you enjoy the musings of our intricate minds.