In light of my current state of insomnia, I figured I'd try to sort out my life/give the low down of my day via blogger real quick.
Today was really interesting. And by that I mean COMPLETELY INSANE. I set my alarm for 9:00, and good news! I got up at noon. High five, Katie. The plan was to finish the last 2 Acts of Much Ado About Nothing and the last 6 pages of my Double Entry Journal's (which are due 'today' by the way), and then go shopping around noon.
Oh, no.
I finished the DEJ's around 2 p.m., took a much-needed shower, and went to the mall with Alexa to shop for bathing suit bottoms, paint, a t-shirt, and sunglasses. All was a success in that department today, and I found out that Target may just have the best food in regards to how much I paid for the quality of any place I've ever eaten (except perhaps Cheddar's). So I get home around 6:00. Okay, awesome. I've got plenty of time.
Right.
So I go get my big piece of cardboard, take it out to the yard, and start to spray paint it, when lo and behold, the black paint runs out, and I'm finishing in navy blue. SWEET.
Eh, the least of my worries.
I have to straighten out the back of the cardboard, because it had been the folded part of the box. I thought I had done it with no problem: by taping wooden sticks to the back to make it stand straight. Well what do you know, that becomes one of my BIGGEST problems. Cool. But then, of course, I have to make it stand up by folding the 3rd piece under and getting it to stay that way. This quickly become the LARGEST of all problems I had with this project.
Finally I gave up on it and began to create the curtain for my stage (which is what my project was). I cut up a big dark green t-shirt and planned to sew a loop thing at the top to put in a curtain rod-type thing and hang it up on the top of the cardboard stage. I used two matches (long ones, granted). So I sewed that, and the curtain is uneven. And too long. BUT this was an easy fix for me, because I simply gathered the extra cloth at the top, which evened it out and made it the appropriate length, and sewed it into place. Turns out it actually looked even more like a stage curtain! Woohoo!
But not quite.
Now I had to get the rods in. Okay, fine. But I had to get them to stay on the board. Well guess what! I sewed the matches TO the cardboard. That's right. I am a champ. I also sewed beads to the end to look like real curtain rods (didn't work the way I planned, but not too bad after all).
Then came the fun part (and the important part): figuring out what I was actually going to say about it and what the significance of it was and what I was going to put on the stage/curtain/back stage. So I wrote it out. I made a list, and I think I covered just about everything I needed to to characterize Beatrice.
So then I went to work.
Most of the things I drew, and cut out, and pasted on my project were made out of foam, which was actually really fun for me. Some was of cardboard, and I used some fabric paint too (which I had to blow dry at one point to finish the remainder of the project.
OH YEAH. At this point, I was desperate to make my project stand up, so I tested something; something I thought impossible, but that shockingly (or not so much, because my life possesses a great deal of humor) worked exactly the way I wanted it too: pipe cleaners. That's right. Pipe cleaners are currently holding up my project. WHAT THE HECK? Seriously, my life is a joke.
Anyway, I designed the inside of the curtain and it looked nifty and I was proud of it. But then, of course, I gobbed on the fabric paint so I couldn't put the curtain down to do the outside right away, so I started getting ready for bed, which still is yet to come. I worked on my calculus project after that, which is way more fun, and eventually just improvised and blew the fabric paint dry so I could get on with it, since it's definitely due in like 6 hours. Cool.
Well anyway (since I'm FINALLY getting sleepy) I had a long hard day, but I surprisingly was not very stressed out. I just did what I had to do, and let God do the rest. It was kind of fun, now that I think about it. I like crafts.
Tomorrow's going to suck, though. But don't worry, I have EVERY intention of getting coffee before school.
And all I have to say, is I had better get an A on this silly thing. ;)
Video/song of the evening: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BBJwA0I8P-4
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Sunday, May 22, 2011
I'm Falling Out of Style
Relient K may be one of my favorite bands ever. This post is in honor of their song "Falling Out" because I recently fell in love with the song.
For some reason I felt compelled tonight to write down a bunch of random things as soon as they popped into my head. It's not really much, but it gave me a sense of depth, and I decided these little randoms deserved to be blogged (gosh, what an adverb).
My name is Katie.
Sometimes I get angry at the world.
Most people don't see things the way I do.
I feel good when people look up to me
I hope I'm a good role model.
If I weren't so selfish, maybe I
would see that everyone shouldn't
be selfless toward me.
Music is the only language I truly
understand.
Lyrics are poetry.
Sometimes I appreciate poetry.
Music to MY ears is an accomplishment.
Maybe I could stop being critical long enough
to let God work in me.
"He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to
gain what he cannot lose"
-Jim Elliott
Expecting perfection is a lost cause,
but striving toward the One who is
perfect is a cause worth dying for.
"Awkward" doesn't exist if you don't want it to.
Without respect, how do we know what's
for real?
Conforming is never the answer
-->unless you're building a bridge.
Random crap keeps our brain juices flowing.
I just uploaded 976 songs to my iPod.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=spLdS08faLU
I'm falling out
Of style with the current way things are
The things that make conforming hard
I'm falling out
Of control
And you just can't stop me now
I'll fight as long as time allows
(:
For some reason I felt compelled tonight to write down a bunch of random things as soon as they popped into my head. It's not really much, but it gave me a sense of depth, and I decided these little randoms deserved to be blogged (gosh, what an adverb).
My name is Katie.
Sometimes I get angry at the world.
Most people don't see things the way I do.
I feel good when people look up to me
I hope I'm a good role model.
If I weren't so selfish, maybe I
would see that everyone shouldn't
be selfless toward me.
Music is the only language I truly
understand.
Lyrics are poetry.
Sometimes I appreciate poetry.
Music to MY ears is an accomplishment.
Maybe I could stop being critical long enough
to let God work in me.
"He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to
gain what he cannot lose"
-Jim Elliott
Expecting perfection is a lost cause,
but striving toward the One who is
perfect is a cause worth dying for.
"Awkward" doesn't exist if you don't want it to.
Without respect, how do we know what's
for real?
Conforming is never the answer
-->unless you're building a bridge.
Random crap keeps our brain juices flowing.
I just uploaded 976 songs to my iPod.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=spLdS08faLU
I'm falling out
Of style with the current way things are
The things that make conforming hard
I'm falling out
Of control
And you just can't stop me now
I'll fight as long as time allows
(:
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Prom.
Saturday May 14, 2011
1:00 a.m.: went to sleep
7:00 a.m.: woke up; got dressed for MANNAthon
8:00 a.m.: met friends for coffee
9:00 a.m.: ran a 5k race through the TOV
10:00 a.m.: came in 82nd place overall in the race
11:00 a.m.: ate a hamburger at the park
12:00 p.m.: took a shower (hahaha)
1:00 p.m.: did my eyebrows
2:30 p.m.: made brownies for cookout
3:00 p.m.: got hair done
4:00 p.m.: had to be escorted to the car in the rain so my hair wouldn't get messed up
4:15 p.m.: applied a second layer of hairspray
5:00 p.m.: did makeup and put dress on so mom could take pictures
5:30 p.m.: took dress off and left for cookout (well, actually cook-in) at a friend's house
5:45 p.m.: applied a third layer of hairspray
6:00 p.m.: ate another hamburger (and other yummy cookout food)
7:00 p.m.: put dress on again (for real this time) and helped friends get ready
7:15 p.m.: applied a fourth and final layer of hairspray
7:30 p.m.: started taking (many) pictures with the group of 13 as well as with each other separately
8:15 p.m.: ran around frantically to make sure everything was in Kate's car so all 5 of us were prepared
8:30 p.m.: left for prom
8:50 p.m.: arrived and made small talk with teachers and danced for a minute
9:00 p.m.: watched the endless senior walk
9:30 p.m.: danced some more, ate, drank (legal things, promise), took pictures, had lots and lots of fun
10:30 p.m.: left prom, got our little senior goody bags, sad goodbye
11:00 p.m.: watched Scooby Doo at Kate's house, ate popsicles, and told lots of really bad jokes
Sunday May 15, 2011
12:00 a.m.: left Kate's for afterprom
2:00 a.m.: got whiplash from the bungee bouncy thingy
2:30 a.m.: made a craft
3:00 a.m.: stuck to a Velcro wall
4:00 a.m.: left afterprom, got a t-shirt
4:30 a.m.: went to Ihop (never again)
5:50 a.m.: left Ihop to go home and contemplate sleeping or staying up until church
6:15 a.m.: got home, brought stuff inside, straightened up some things
6:30 a.m.: set alarm for 8:00
6:31 a.m.: fell asleep
8:20 a.m.: heard alarm go off, and got out of bed to find mom almost ready to leave...WITHOUT ME!
8:25 a.m.: left for church
8:45 a.m.: declared that this was about to be the longest service ever
(did NOT fall asleep during church)
11:00 a.m.: went home and set alarm for 3:30
11:01 a.m.: fell asleep
3:30 p.m.: woke up with cramps (awesome)
4:00 p.m.: went back to church, laid down on a couch
BASICALLY, I had a ton of fun this weekend, and experienced many teenager-ish things. I stayed out late (like, really late), made the horrible choice of staying out that late, drank lots of caffeine that's bad for my body, pulled onto a road the wrong way (when thankfully no one was on it), and then tried to be a champ and function with an hour and a half of sleep. I'm stupid, but that's what being a 'kid' is all about. Go hard or go home, and I always go hard. (:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dm0UnvLZWzI
1:00 a.m.: went to sleep
7:00 a.m.: woke up; got dressed for MANNAthon
8:00 a.m.: met friends for coffee
9:00 a.m.: ran a 5k race through the TOV
10:00 a.m.: came in 82nd place overall in the race
11:00 a.m.: ate a hamburger at the park
12:00 p.m.: took a shower (hahaha)
1:00 p.m.: did my eyebrows
2:30 p.m.: made brownies for cookout
3:00 p.m.: got hair done
4:00 p.m.: had to be escorted to the car in the rain so my hair wouldn't get messed up
4:15 p.m.: applied a second layer of hairspray
5:00 p.m.: did makeup and put dress on so mom could take pictures
5:30 p.m.: took dress off and left for cookout (well, actually cook-in) at a friend's house
5:45 p.m.: applied a third layer of hairspray
6:00 p.m.: ate another hamburger (and other yummy cookout food)
7:00 p.m.: put dress on again (for real this time) and helped friends get ready
7:15 p.m.: applied a fourth and final layer of hairspray
7:30 p.m.: started taking (many) pictures with the group of 13 as well as with each other separately
8:15 p.m.: ran around frantically to make sure everything was in Kate's car so all 5 of us were prepared
8:30 p.m.: left for prom
8:50 p.m.: arrived and made small talk with teachers and danced for a minute
9:00 p.m.: watched the endless senior walk
9:30 p.m.: danced some more, ate, drank (legal things, promise), took pictures, had lots and lots of fun
10:30 p.m.: left prom, got our little senior goody bags, sad goodbye
11:00 p.m.: watched Scooby Doo at Kate's house, ate popsicles, and told lots of really bad jokes
Sunday May 15, 2011
12:00 a.m.: left Kate's for afterprom
2:00 a.m.: got whiplash from the bungee bouncy thingy
2:30 a.m.: made a craft
3:00 a.m.: stuck to a Velcro wall
4:00 a.m.: left afterprom, got a t-shirt
4:30 a.m.: went to Ihop (never again)
5:50 a.m.: left Ihop to go home and contemplate sleeping or staying up until church
6:15 a.m.: got home, brought stuff inside, straightened up some things
6:30 a.m.: set alarm for 8:00
6:31 a.m.: fell asleep
8:20 a.m.: heard alarm go off, and got out of bed to find mom almost ready to leave...WITHOUT ME!
8:25 a.m.: left for church
8:45 a.m.: declared that this was about to be the longest service ever
(did NOT fall asleep during church)
11:00 a.m.: went home and set alarm for 3:30
11:01 a.m.: fell asleep
3:30 p.m.: woke up with cramps (awesome)
4:00 p.m.: went back to church, laid down on a couch
BASICALLY, I had a ton of fun this weekend, and experienced many teenager-ish things. I stayed out late (like, really late), made the horrible choice of staying out that late, drank lots of caffeine that's bad for my body, pulled onto a road the wrong way (when thankfully no one was on it), and then tried to be a champ and function with an hour and a half of sleep. I'm stupid, but that's what being a 'kid' is all about. Go hard or go home, and I always go hard. (:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dm0UnvLZWzI
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Matthew 6:34
"Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble."
I can't tell you how often that gets to me.
I don't usually "feel" like blogging. But today I do. Right now I need an outlet; a place to vent and air out my struggle with worry.
Someone told me once (if I could only remember who...) that worry is the opposite of hope. Since defining hope is such a strange thing to do. I think I came to the realization that it has not so much to do with wishing or wanting as it does with believing. Having confidence that He who began a good work in you will complete it until the day of Jesus Christ (Philippians 1:6). This isn't the point, though.
I think I'm going to watch the latest episode of Glee when I'm done typing this silly thing.
I've been having some issues lately with a number of things. Namely: (1) I'm stretching myself way too thing and am incapable of saying no, (2) I get too overwhelmed because I can't manage my time or stay focused or discipline myself to do anything, (3) I'm doing so many things that it's distracting me from focusing on what's really important, and that's my relationship with God. That's been suffering lately and I'm stuck on what to do about it. It's not that I don't know what to do about it, but I feel incapable. I know, I know, Philippians 4:13, but Satan's been doing a pretty good job on me lately. I try to justify it by telling myself that putting others first is what I'm called to do, but I'm really supposed to put God first, and I don't think I've been doing that. It's like when I help people I'd rather be helping them than helping them because God told me I should. I try to be in that mindset when I help someone I don't want to be helping, but it's just not enough for my relationship with Christ.
Of course, it doesn't help that I detest reading, because that makes getting into the Word even harder!
Today, I had a semi-meltdown after school. It was only slight (or so it seemed: I was hyperventilating on the inside) but then I just started thinking. And freaking out. And then freaking out some more. Basically, I'm in panic mode right now.
I breezed through the multiple choice portion of my AP Calculus exam today. The Free Response put up a little bit more of a fight, but I think I tackled him pretty hard. I was pumped. I love math, so I was excited to be taking that test! I hope I got a 5.
But tomorrow I have to take English.
I hate English.
I'm bad at English (I'm a math person, duh) and I'm going to do terribly on the exam tomorrow.
I can't stop thinking about how awfully I'm probably going to do on the English exam tomorrow. I want to study, but what the heck do I study? At least you can study for math. It's cut and dry. So if you're naturally good at English (as many other than myself are) then all you have to do is study for math and then get a good grade. I'm at a great disadvantage because studying for English is so impossible! It's like a person can't be taught how to get something specific out of a poem or short story. They get out of it what they get out of it, and that's that--it's no one's fault. :)
I just need some serious prayer because at this point I feel like I might implode. Or explode. It doesn't matter somehow I'm going to plode, and I don't care how!
God, just please help me really know that You are in control of everything and that my worrying is just doubting everything You can do. Your plan is greater than mine, and greater than anything I could ever imagine. I know I can't do everything, so help me to see Your plan for me.
Mandisa, Stronger: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U3TPq8ZSvTk
I can't tell you how often that gets to me.
I don't usually "feel" like blogging. But today I do. Right now I need an outlet; a place to vent and air out my struggle with worry.
Someone told me once (if I could only remember who...) that worry is the opposite of hope. Since defining hope is such a strange thing to do. I think I came to the realization that it has not so much to do with wishing or wanting as it does with believing. Having confidence that He who began a good work in you will complete it until the day of Jesus Christ (Philippians 1:6). This isn't the point, though.
I think I'm going to watch the latest episode of Glee when I'm done typing this silly thing.
I've been having some issues lately with a number of things. Namely: (1) I'm stretching myself way too thing and am incapable of saying no, (2) I get too overwhelmed because I can't manage my time or stay focused or discipline myself to do anything, (3) I'm doing so many things that it's distracting me from focusing on what's really important, and that's my relationship with God. That's been suffering lately and I'm stuck on what to do about it. It's not that I don't know what to do about it, but I feel incapable. I know, I know, Philippians 4:13, but Satan's been doing a pretty good job on me lately. I try to justify it by telling myself that putting others first is what I'm called to do, but I'm really supposed to put God first, and I don't think I've been doing that. It's like when I help people I'd rather be helping them than helping them because God told me I should. I try to be in that mindset when I help someone I don't want to be helping, but it's just not enough for my relationship with Christ.
Of course, it doesn't help that I detest reading, because that makes getting into the Word even harder!
Today, I had a semi-meltdown after school. It was only slight (or so it seemed: I was hyperventilating on the inside) but then I just started thinking. And freaking out. And then freaking out some more. Basically, I'm in panic mode right now.
I breezed through the multiple choice portion of my AP Calculus exam today. The Free Response put up a little bit more of a fight, but I think I tackled him pretty hard. I was pumped. I love math, so I was excited to be taking that test! I hope I got a 5.
But tomorrow I have to take English.
I hate English.
I'm bad at English (I'm a math person, duh) and I'm going to do terribly on the exam tomorrow.
I can't stop thinking about how awfully I'm probably going to do on the English exam tomorrow. I want to study, but what the heck do I study? At least you can study for math. It's cut and dry. So if you're naturally good at English (as many other than myself are) then all you have to do is study for math and then get a good grade. I'm at a great disadvantage because studying for English is so impossible! It's like a person can't be taught how to get something specific out of a poem or short story. They get out of it what they get out of it, and that's that--it's no one's fault. :)
I just need some serious prayer because at this point I feel like I might implode. Or explode. It doesn't matter somehow I'm going to plode, and I don't care how!
God, just please help me really know that You are in control of everything and that my worrying is just doubting everything You can do. Your plan is greater than mine, and greater than anything I could ever imagine. I know I can't do everything, so help me to see Your plan for me.
Mandisa, Stronger: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U3TPq8ZSvTk
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