Meringues and Martha

I just ate a bunch of mini vanilla meringues. Oh my goodness, I love them so much. Ha, I just popped another one in my mouth. I've lost count of how many I've had, they're just so tiny and crunchy and so easy to eat in one bite. I feel a bit sick to my stomach now and I have to go to dance in 30 minutes. Great... Now all those fluffy little white cloud-like cookies are going to be swishing around. Did I mention how much I love those little meringue cookies? One of these days I'm going to make my own, from scratch. I was watching Martha Stewart once (I also like her a lot) and she made this little meringue cookies that looked like daisies, with a little dot of lemon curd in the center. They were so cute. Man, I've got to find to recipe for them... Oh! I just realized that the little daisy cookies would taste like lemon meringue pie. Alright that's it, I looking up that recipe. But I'll have to do it when I get back from dance. But as soon as I find it, I'll be sure to post it. And maybe I'll post pictures if I bake them... That would be fun! I really love baking, more than the meringue cookies and Martha Stewart. It would great if I could be like Martha Stewart, craft projects, baking, and cooking. Those are like my three favorite things to do, besides dance. Speaking of dance, I need to go get changed. But I'm kind of watching a really good episode of Private Practice, so I don't want to get up. There's about 10 minutes left of it, and I have 10 minutes until I have to leave for dance. Gah, I need to get changed. But I'll push it for a few more minutes. I'll just get changed really fast, super speedy fast. I guess I should go get changed now. Bye!



- Katie :)

BLOGGING: The Musical

I don't know to write about today... I think I have writer's block. I have to work on my short story too. I'm having trouble thinking of how I want my story to go, I'm having ending it and I don't know what the conflict will be. I mean, I have a basic idea of what I want the story to be about, but that's about it. I'm not going to worry about my story right now. I'll talk,er make that blog, about something else. I'm watching youtube videos of different Broadway musicals right now. I'm considering this research for my short story, since I think it might be about a theater camp or something along those lines. I already blogged about my opinion of A Chorus Line, but now I'm looking up more recent musicals that I've heard stuff about. Well, I'm kind of watching the youtube videos and kind of listening to them, since I'm blogging at the same time. Musicals are very interesting. They are thought of as one giant genre of art, or theater, but if you think about it, they really have nothing in common at all. Besides the singing and the dancing of course. Everything else is completely and utterly different. I find that kind of funky. That you can say that you enjoy musical theater and all sorts of plays can pop into some one's head. Rent or Cats or Hello Dolly, they make up a pretty diverse group. But, that could be why people like musicals, because there is one common thread that can connect all sorts of different themes and ideas. Hmm... I'm going to have think more about this. But, not tonight. I have an early orthodontist appointment tomorrow morning, so I should get to bed.

Goodnight!

- Katie :)

Field trip ideas and random thoughts

I'm watching t.v. right now, I Didn't Know I was Pregnant. It's a show about women who didn't know that they were pregnant until they were in labor. I probably didn't need to explain the concept of the show, the title is pretty self explainatory, but I did anyway. I blame it on being sleepy. Man, it seems like I'm always sleepy, but I swear I'm not! I think I just tend to blog when it's late or right after I eat or after dance class. But anyway, I've already blogged about my love of t.v. and being sleepy. I need some fresh material to write about... I guess I'll work on my homework for Karin's Envi Sci class. Maybe if I mention Karin enough in my blog (Hi Karin!) someone will tip her off and she'll start reading it. Yes, it's a completely brillant and slightly evil plan. I will use flattery to slowly lure peopel one by one to my blog and then they will be hooked on my clever, witty, and slightly sarcastic posts and keep reading, long after I stop writing about them. I decided to give myself a little compliment in the previous sentence, just checking to see if you were paying attention. Alright, I better start working on my homework for Karin (Hi Karin!). So, here is my list...

Katie's List of Envi Sci Field Trips

• Florida Museum of Natural History in Gainsville, FL
• Edison and Ford Winter Estates in Fort Myers, FL
• Florida Solar Energy Center (University of Central Florida) in Cocoa, FL
• Mary Brogan Museum of Art and Science in Tallahassee, FL
• Historic Spainish Point in Sarasota, FL
• Rhor Balloons in Mount Dora, FL
• Gillespie Museum - Stetson University in Deland, FL
• Bostwick Blueberry Festival in Bostwick, FL
• The Showcase of Citrus in Clearmont, FL
• Whidden Hydroponic Berries & Veggies in Frostproof, FL
• Dekker Family Farms in St. Pierce, FL

So, there's my list. And it's now close to 11 o'clock. I think I'm ready to turn in for the night.

- Katie

Blogging under the influence of cold medicine

I blogging from Sick-ville today. I've been in bed all day with a cold. Blah. My eyes are watering, my head aches, and I'm super congested. To use a very technical term, I feel yucky. And all the tween screaming on the Kid's Choice Awards isn't really helping. But, my cold isn't the only health problem I've had this week. Below is my health saga of earlier this week...

It was a dark and stormy night (okay, it was actually a sunny, clear Tuesday afternoon, but I'm trying to increase the drama.) So, I went to the dermatologist because I had a mole that looked a little bit funny. Had being the key word in that sentence. Long story short, they took it off. I know, this is fascinating stuff right here, Katie getting a mole removed, but I'm going to share anyway. So, we're sitting in the exam room and the dermatologist comes in. She looks at my mole, and agrees that it does look a little funny, but that it's nothing to worry about, yet. But I guess she could see how worried the mole was making me, so she suggested she take it off. Okay, I said, let's take it off. Then she said that I would get three stitches. Wait just minute, hold up, stitches? Don't stitches imply that you will be cutting into me, I thought. I know this sounds really stupid, but I didn't realize that having a mole removed was a minor surgery, with cutting and sewing and such. I thought, you know, maybe they would laser it off. Boy was I wrong. I'll spare you the gory, bloody (there wasn't any blood, again trying to amp up the intensity of my story), but I will tell you that there was a shot, some sort of punch tool, and four stitches, not the three I was promised. But, the best part of my story would have to be Carrie totally stealing my thunder and almost passing out since she was watching them take the mole off. She couldn't just let me have that one moment, could she? She just had to distract everyone from me, the one who they were cutting open? Ugh, I guess that's enough complaining about Carrie stealing my spotlight. Although, I did learn two important lessons this week. Number one, that stitches, while they don't hurt going in, do kind of hurt later on. Number two, that stitches and band-aids make me itchy, and number three, that sisters will always try to one up each other. She may have won this round, but, mark my words, I will beat her in the end!

- Katie

Dancing Through Life

In the two months or so that I've that writing this, I have yet to post a blog about dance. I find this really bizarre, since dance is kind of a big part of my life. I mean, I have been taking at least one dance class a week for the last, oh, 13 years of my life. I think I can spare one blog entry to talk about it. So, dance. I think it would be safe to say that I love dance. Yeah, that would be a true statement. But, why do I love it? That's the question I need to answer. What is the reason why I love to dance? Hmmmm... Do I feel like it's the best way to express myself? Well, maybe that's part of it, but I don't seem to have any trouble expressing myself, with or without dance. Do I enjoy performing and attention it brings me? Well, duh, of course I enjoy the attention (this is me we're talking about, and who doesn't like a little bit of attention?). But I don't think that's why I dance. Is it because I enjoy the exercise? Again, that's part of why I like dance, but not the whole reason. Alright, I've got it. The real reason I have been taking dance for all these years. The costumes. That's the real reason I take dance. Because I love the costumes. Oh my goodness, the fluffy, sparkly costumes. What could be better? Seriously, what could be better? This sounds kind of silly, but I don't really care. Costumes are the best part of taking dance. I love picking them out from catalogs and making them. I love how they fit the mood of the song and the dance. This probably stems from my love of shoes and clothes. Costumes are just like the best outfit ever, but raised to the three hundred and fifty third power. But, there is something better than a costume. Shocking, I know. Do you know what it is? A sparkly, sequin covered costume. Oh yeah... Nothing beats something sparkly. And, I know a bunch of parrots and hamsters (and Skipper :]) can back me up on this. Sparkly things rule!

- Katie

Turkey Sandwiches

Wow, I just realized that I haven't posted since Friday. That doesn't really seem like a long time, but in blog years, it's the equivalent of about 2 and a half years, give or take a few months. So, this is what I did this weekend...

Friday:
- Went to school and blogged about Shakespeare (but you all already know that.)
- Ate a cold tuna melt and fries for lunch
- Got home kinda early
- Went to Sasha's house and made posters
- Got in trouble with my history teacher
- Ate a turkey sandwich and salt and vinegar chips for dinner.
- Tried a pirogi for the first time
- Worked on history assignements while listening to various broadway soundtracks.
- Met my Mon's friend from 7th grade and her family
- Attempted to explain the difference between facebook and myspace to my mother and said friend, with the help of the friend's 16-year-old son.
- Watched part of "Say Yes to the Dress"
- Went to Sleep

Saturday:
- Had breakfast with Mother's friend, her family and my family, minus Carrie.
- Thought about what it would be like if Carrie wasn't around.
- Showed the friend and her family the school
- Went and got Carrie from Sasha's house
- Went home and got changed.
- Had lunch at Gargi's
- Enjoyed Lobster Ravioli
- Got blood in my shoe, from a blister
- Bought a t-shirt for Legally Blonde the Musical
- Begged for sweatpants that said "omigod" on the butt.
- Did not receive the sweatpants.
- Saw Legally Blonde the Musical
- Enjoyed Legally Blonde the Musical
- Stood by the stage door and felt embarrassed as my mom asked for autographs, but also glad that she was asking for them.
- Was followed in our car by two cast members of Legally Blonde.
- Came home and googled Legally Blonde the Musical
- Decided I want to see the musical Altar Boyz.
- Ate the other half of my turkey sandwich
- Watched "The Biggest Loser."
- Did world history homework.

Sunday:
-Sang in church
- Messed up song in church
- Talked in the 4th grade Sunday school class.
-Felt guilty for not setting a good example in the 4th grade Sunday school class.
- Ate the 4th graders goldfish
- Picked up Panera for lunch
- Ran into Orthodontist's wife
- Was very glad to be wearing rubber bands.
- Starting reading new book
- Came home
- Consumed yet another half of a turkey sandwich
- Did more world history.
- Read my book more
- Tried to hide reading of new book from mother, since I was supposed to be working.
- Checked facebook. Multiple times.
- Went to OWL.
- Went to WINGS.
- Had a turkey sandwich for dinner. Finally, A WHOLE ONE!
- Came home.
- Did more school work.
- Sleep.

And that was my weekend. Exciting, right? And, get this, I ate another half of a turkey sandwich for lunch today. !!!!!!! Why am I eating so much turkey? If I stop, will I go through withdrawal symptoms? I must investigate this further... Don't worry, I'll keep you posted.

- Katie, Queen of Turkey Sandwiches.

Romeo and Juliet

I'm reading Romeo and Juliet in my English class right now. It's kind of interesting, actually more than kind of, it's really interesting. I mean, it's slightly difficult to get into the swing of the language and understand what it all means, but that's why I have the CliffsComplete version. There were certain things I expected when I started reading (it's not like I don't know how it ends) but what I didn't expect was how hot it was going to be. I mean, I didn't realize how steamy the Bard was. Maybe my thoughts are clouded, since I was watching clips of the movie version yesterday, with Leonard Whiting and Leonardo DiCaprio as Romeo, or maybe I just haven't been exposed to that much Shakespeare, but man, it's pretty intense. I also didn't realize that there would be anything romantic in this English class, since the other books we have had to read seem to be aimed at making it impossible to ever eat pork again, (Lord of the Flies and Animal Farm. Do you really want to think about a sow's head on a stick covered with flies or an evil dictator who trains puppies to be his army when you are eating a BLT? I didn't think so.)

Well, maybe I can't blame the course completely, since I did kind of pick those books, but they still could have given me a warning. I think I'm getting off track here, back to Romeo and Juliet. I just keep thinking about how Juliet is younger than me. Seriously, she's like the same age as my little sister. I know it was a different time, blah blah blah, but still. She was 13 and was married. To a guy she just meant like two or three days before. It's not even that she's married at such a young age, but that she's so devoted to Romeo. And also, how many times do the characters in this play threaten suicide, before they finally off themselves? There's a whole bunch. So, Romeo and Juliet is a play about teenagers willing to kill themselves over each other. If you were to set this play in modern times, people would just chalk it up to teen hormones and angst. I guess that's why West Side Story didn't follow the traditional ending. They knew it would seem like a little much. Rereading what I just wrote, it seems like I don't like this play. For the record, I really, really do. I think that minor rant came out of jealousy. I kind of want to live in Italy with gorgeous boyfriend and go to masquerade balls. But on the other had, I do have a lot of perks that Juliet could never dream of. And I think that those sword fights in the streets of Verona would get old pretty fast. And, depending on when the story takes place, wouldn't there be a risk of contracting the black plague? And also, didn't they only have beer or ale to drink? Hmmm... maybe I should stick to this time period. I think that sounds like a good plan...

- Katie

I am getting sleepy... Very sleepy

I'm sleepy, really sleepy. Daylight savings time has gotten me all messed up. It's not as bad as when we got back from Europe (we were going to bed at 6:00pm and waking up at 2:00am. It wasn't so bad the first night, there was an all night House marathon, but it got old pretty fast.) but it's still no fun. Now that I think about it, I'm sleepy most of the time. Well, maybe not most of the time, but quite often, in the afternoon, like right now, after I've eaten lunch. I don't think I've been sleeping well. I'm tired, up until I actually get into bed. And then, I wake up again. It's a vicious cycle. Just like how staying up late makes it harder to wake up in the morning. Ugh. I just yawned. Why am I so sleepy? Did I go to bed too late? Not really. Wake up too early? Ha, fat chance.

Update: I wrote that yesterday afternoon. Now it's close to 10 o'clock at night. I really should be going to bed soon. And guess what, I'm sleepy, but unlike yesterday afternoon, it makes sense for me to be sleepy now. Ahh, I love sleep. Cozy, cozy bed. Comfy, comfy blanket. Poofy, plushy pillows. I can barely keep my eyes open, my bed is calling me. I just want to burrow into my bed, into a little tiny ball and then wake up and go to Starbucks. All this talk about sleeping is making me think about dreams. I tend to have some wacky dreams, but most of the time they are about food. Yes, my dreams are so very interesting, bringing all of you so much closer to my inner Psyche. Hmm... What do coffee and bagels symbolize. But, aside from the food dreams, I usually dream about people I know in bizarre places. Most of my dreams vaguely resemble stuff that really happens, but some of them can be pretty wacky. I would share some crazy dream story here, but I can't remember any right now. Sleep, sleep it's time for sleep. But, I still have cleaning up to do. Maybe I'll do it in the morning... Yeah, that sounds good. It's always better to put things off until the morning. Err, well... maybe not, but that's what I keep telling myself. It's worked for the first 15 years of my life... Why quit now?

- Katie

Getting Organized... I think...

I have decided that it's time for me to get organized. Yes, you heard that correctly. Me, Katie, an almost redhead and world-class hoarder/mess maker/ captain of all things disorganized has decided to clean up her act. I know this may come as a shock, er, well maybe two shocks. Those of you who don't know me well may be saying, "What? You, disorganized? But you seem like the type of person who would have a heart attack if one thing was moved a centimeter out of place? You can't be disorganized!" And those you who do know me well (and as in known be well I mean those who have seen my disaster of a room/backpack/any area that I have inhabited for any extended period of time) may be saying..."HA HA HA! Katie, you'll never get organized. You spread your junk all over the place. I've seen you try to get organized before, it'll never, I repeat, never happen!" Well, I've had enough of people saying things like that. This time, I mean business. I'm pulling out the big guns. Oh yeah, that's right, I went to.... wait for it... Office Max. And you know what I bought there... Folders and get this... binders. I can hear you shocked gasps now. To be honest, I'm a bit hurt. That you all have such a lack of faith in my organizational skills. I mean, I didn't actually hear your gasps of disbelief, but I know that they were happening! Anyways, I actually am quite good at organizing things. I have trouble when it's my stuff that I'm organizing and the whole keeping it organized part. I just thought of a good example. My closet. At one point, it was picture perfect. everything had a place. I separated different articles of clothes and even put my shoes into different categories. And, all of the bins in my closet matched. That's where my slight OCD tendencies come in. Everything had to match. Pink and purple bins, wall to wall. Ahhh, it was great. My nice and neat closet. I knew where every single thing was. It made getting dressed so much easier. Nowadays, I can barely open my drawers, everything is just stuffed in there. But, I need to take this whole organization thing one step at a time. First, my papers and school stuff. Then my closet, and finally, I conquer the pile of books and craft supplies that I call my bedroom. I feel empowered! I feel strong!

VIVA LA ORGANIZATION!!!!!

Yes, I will get all my stuff together. It will be fantastic. Heck, I'm even going to start using a backpack to keep my school stuff in, instead of the giant pink bag I got at Victoria's Secret for five bucks. (I swear, they conned me into buying that thing... Stupid, sparkly, enormous sign, convincing me that I NEEDED a hug bag that says "University of Pink, 1986"on it...) Yes, a real backpack. With my initials on it. The one my Grammy gave me in, like, the second or third grade. But, I'm not sure where it is. Maybe, before I organize my school stuff, I should organize my purse closet...

- Katie

Jeopardy

I was watching Jeopardy today and I realized how much I like that show. And I also realized that the questions are not that hard. I mean, of course you need to be very smart, but most of the questions just require a little bit of common sense. Especially the pop culture/sports questions. Those are pretty easy, for anyone who pays attention to newspapers or television. I like watching Jeopardy, I think it may be one of my favorite shows. I learn quite a bit from watching it. And I also get a chance to show off my excellent brain power to my parents. I must admit, I do very well with most of the questions. Well, maybe not "very well," closer to "pretty good," but still. I do really well when the category is "Friends." And, I usually am able to get a few of the questions from other categories. Jeopardy is one of the shows that greatly supports my theory that you can learn everything you ever wanted to learn from television. Of course, I don't think that we should all sit in front of the t.v. and rot away, but I do think that watching t.v. is vastly underrated. There is so much that I have learned from watching t.v. Sitcoms, documentaries, and cooking shows. Sometimes I'll spurt of some random fact, and my Mom will go, "Where did you learn that?" and I'll casually reply, "From t.v." I think I've gotten side tracked, what was I talking about? Oh right, Jeopardy. I think I may want to audition for the teen tournament. But then, I think I would crack under the pressure, and I don't even having any entertaining or interesting story to talk about when they do that "meet the contestants' thing. What would Alex Trebek talk to me about? I have no idea. But, I can guarantee that my reply would consist of nervous laughter. Lots and lots of nervous laughter. And, what if I got the final question wrong? I don't think I could live that down. That would be very, very embarrassing. I just thought of the worst part about being on Jeopardy. Thanks to that stinking podium, no one would be able to see my shoes? And, wouldn't that be a tragedy?

Who doesn't LOVE Jeopardy. It may just be the best show on t.v.,
after Will and Grace and House of course...

- Katie