I'm mad at you for being mad at me.
I was teasing. Honestly, I don't understand why you are so upset.
I even bought you an ice cream cookie sandwich because I thought it would make it up.
But you aren't even here because you went with someone you don't like out to dinner.

ALSO you always said 'you love me'. Please stop telling me what I do and do not love. I am trying to lead an independent life and it isn't helpful when you are trying to be so controlling and the leader.

I am sorry I upset you so much, but I was teasing and I'm almost not sorry anymore because I am so mad at you for not being there for me and getting so mad about something stupid.

     My good ole parents read my last post and made sure to tell me and if them meant to or not, I was quite embarrassed, so I will be sure to not even open up that much again.  Thanks Mom and Dad.
      So I have to work tomorrow at 9:45 am at my first job, and then at 3 I go to my next job.  My dad is coming to get me at school at about 5 so tomorrow should be a busy day.  I hope it goes by fast because honestly, I seriously need a break from school.  I just need some Kim time and I haven't gotten that in quite a while.  Plus my grandma from Pennsylvania is coming to visit for a week on Saturday, so I am super excited about that one.
     Anyway, I know this person that is driving me insane.  Name: A.  A will always complain about everything.  A always has to one up everyone and say how experienced they are and just try to be the best.  A is making me crazy and I almost told A to STFU.  A always has to say when they don't feel well, how great they are, how good looking they are, and just how they are the absolute best and no one can compare.  A is ticking me off and I can't wait to get away from A for the two short days that I will.
      My RA application is due next Friday and I'm not really finished with it yet.  I'm not comfortable with the lack of words I have written for my answers and I am extremely terrified that I won't get the RA position that I need.
      Sweet mercy.  To busy.  Way too busy.

     I hereby dedicate this post to Miss Samantha Royal.  She reminded me that I have been neglecting my blog and I owe it to her to post what has been going on.

     Spring Semester 2012 started here at Westminster on the fourth of January.  Funny story: I thought move in day was on the second of January and I was beyond giddy to get here.  I packed on Sunday night and was up and ready to go at ten am, showered and everything.  I got here and found out the hard way that the second was still considered Winter Break and move in day was the next day.  So I moped around the rest of the day but ended up buying a $12 grey duvet cover that was originally priced $130 at Bed, Bath, and Beyond.  Winning.  So I moved in at noon the next day and spent the day with my friends Emily and Sarah.  My roommate moved out that day and now I enjoy a half creepy and empty yet half tastefully decorated room.  I plan on fixing it up a little and decorating the entire room but I didn't want to do that until I knew for sure I wasn't going to get another roommate--which I really don't want.  I enjoy this privacy I am getting and I don't want to give it up. 

     I ended up getting out of my Fitness for Life class and got into a World Civ class instead by the most bad ass teacher in the world.  She is so cool and uses profanity gleefully and doesn't really care.  I will probably take a May Term class from her on the Holocaust.  After World Civ at noon to 1:15 on Mondays and Wednesdays, I can relax until six when I have a hour of Speech.  My friend Anne is in that class with me so I know it will be (in her words) "a riot".  On Tuesdays and Thursdays from 11 to 1:40 I have Beginning of Drawing.  I was really nervous for this class, but my professor is probably a member of the Italian Mafia. His name is Machete, he goes by Jimmy, but his email address is mary.lucero@.... He is pretty cool.  After art I have an Intro to Lit class from 2 until 3:50.  It is already awful and I hate it already.  The professor is a bore and really dry and we have to have seven books--I ordered them all on Amazon and screwed myself over because two won't get here until February because they are shipping form the UK...cool.

     I start work again on Monday and I am so giddy and excite because I have missed my kids so much.  I work at an elementary school and I'm basically a teacher's aide.  I assist the teacher in whatever she needs and just help and play with the kids.  Some of the kids I completely hate and want to punch in the face, but I would get fired by doing that.  Overall I adore the kids and not going lie, they all love me.  Especially these two boys--I think they are in love with me.  One always says I smell good and the other blows me kisses...Yeah....uh. Whatere.  

     Speaking of boys, it has come to my attention that all my friends have boyfriends.  All of them.  And I do not like being left out.  So I need to find a man.  The good news: a relationship may be developing.  This guy is giving me a lot of attention and it is peculiar and I don't want to read the signs wrong, but it is a little suspicious.  On the downside, he is offensive and kinda funny, but for some reason I don't want to give him the satisfaction of my laugh.  I don't know what it is.  It's weird. Anyway, I am acting like a little school girl.  I am a strong independent woman.  Don't need a man.

     So here is my new post for you to read, laugh at, get a smile from, or just waste some time.  I'm off to watch more Vampire Diaries.  I am kept busy by that.  Vampire diaries, school, friends.  In that order.  That is my schedule. 

Livin the dream.

 I love college life.  I really do.  I feel so chill and purposeful now.  Like I'm not just another kid.  I actually mean something. And I like that. Don't get me wrong I have my down days every once in a while and just want to go home and be with my family but it happens to everyone. But yeah. Loving it. Love Westminster. Don't love scary guys      yelling in the hall like what is happening right now but whatever. It's all good.
                                                         

Sick Day

     It all started yesterday after class.  I went up to my room and rested for a hour and watched this cool series on Netflix called "Dollhouse".  It's pretty great.  Anyway I went over to the cafeteria and just felt awful so I called up work and called off.  I felt so bad because I hate missing things.  And I really need the money.  So I went back to my room and just lounged until my parents came up for a visit.  We went to Olive Garden and picked up some things I needed.  I love my parents and I miss them so much.  It's hard only seeing them for two days every two weeks.  Sometimes I feel that I miss them more than they miss me.  I feel that way about basically everyone.  Anyway I felt tons better that night and then when I woke up the next morning my illness was still corrupting my body.  So I had to stay in my room all day and I quarantined myself.  I feel cut off from the world it's awful.  It took me a hour to eat a banana.  It was really yummy though.
     And I just watched Hamlet for my theatre class.  So boring.  I had a hard time.  It will be even worse to read it.  Procrastination!  I have homework to do for tomorrow because I need to go to class.  I hate missing class.  I'll do my homework.  I promise.  I'll do it in like...15 minutes.  Yeah.  15 is a good number.

Help I'm Alive

     I am at war with myself.  It is tragic.  But it's not one thing, oh no.  It can't be that simple.  It has to be multiple things.  The worst part is that I will decide one thing, begin to act upon it, then think better and stop.  After this confusing display of FOOLISHNESS I simply sit there and stare into nothingness.  It's awful.
     However, my favorite song is playing on Pandora: Help I'm Alive by Metric.  This brought me great joy especially after my confusing indecision.
     Tonight I went to the U with my bestie Lindsay and we saw the Tony video from Invisible Children.  I love IC.  They seriously just bring me so much joy and when I envision myself becoming a part of this phenomenal movement, all fear melts away.
     Honestly, "my heart is beating like a hammer".

Livin the Good Life

     Here I sit in my dorm room.  It is getting dark outside and my eyes are sore from looking at the computer screen for much too long.  I am into my second week of college at Westminster here in Salt Lake City.  It is so phenominal.  Everyone says college is great-WRONG.  It's fabulous.  I love it here.  The people are great and the classes are interesting.  It is quite a large work load though and that is not exactly ideal but it is tolerable.  The first week was prime becuase there were activities every night.  Like 80's prom and the block party/carnival.  80's prom was seriously so much fun. 

 A tad too much grinding for my taste but whatevs, it's cool.  I went home Saturday morning and saw my friends that night.  We went to the Spot and Ryan A. and I tried the beast and failed miserably.  Waste of 5 bucks.  But it was the last night so I guess it was worth it.  It was really great to see everyone.  I miss all those kids.  They are so much fun.  I came back Sunday morning to go to church.  It was...meh okay.  This campus as become my home in the past week and I missed it dearly.  I was only gone a day--how pathetic.  And I missed all my friends.

     I fear this week will be incredibly mundane.  There aren't any exciting activites planned and that is just a great big bummer.  I am sure that things will get going again soon though.