Egos...

I can't decide if it sucks more that I got the cold shoulder, or that I know that I completely deserved it. It gives a girl things to think about.

Maybe this will stop me from burning so many bridges...

Quitters are losers most of the time...

But not me. I have made the decision to quit smoking. Actually, I am on day number 5 with no cigs. Okay, okay. Maybe I cheated once and took a drag off of roomie's cig, but just a little one. The true test will be tomorrow, when we finish off the beer sitting in her trunk before she flies back the next day.

Do I have the willpower to drink without smoking? I hope so.

That's all I really had to say tonight. Other than my motivation behind it all: really cute awesome boy doesn't like smoking. Well, he's not the total motivation. I do want the ability to play a whole rugby game without feeling like I'm dying. And now I really am done this time.

Love Always,
Kait

What's New?

A new roomie for one. She's a cool chick to hang with, but a little hard to live with, or maybe I'm the one that's difficult?

So what's the issue here?

For starters, I like to take my time in the mornings. This means I get up about two hours before class starts. I eat, drink a pot of coffee, shower, and put on my face in that time. Added in here is looking at the ceiling and checking Facebook. Roomie, however, prefers to get up 20 minutes before class, and has asked me to not turn on the sink light. Actually, she is currently napping. I gave up on trying to do my homework after that. I refuse to turn off my music though. Anyways. Ever tried putting on eyeliner in the dark? Well, if you haven't, here's some free advice. Don't.

Second issue is in choice of alcoholic beverages, since we share. Miller Light v. Coors Light. Tequila v. No Way In Hell.

Well, there are other issues, but I don't want to sound like a whining bitch. On to other subjects.

Rugby = fun on game day, evil painfulness for the next four days afterward. I was rookie of the game Saturday. Drank my beer out of a bucket all evening. Good times.

Guys. Oh boy. First of all, I have decided to quit encouraging them to talk to me. It just leads to headache. Like that guy I kissed who has a girlfriend in France. I didn't know about the girlfriend until after. For some reason he thinks I am willing to overlook this little fact and spend a weekend in Orlando with him. It's almost funny.

There is one guy, though. The cute, funny guy who moved out of his parents' house, lives in a clean apartment and is responsible enough to keep a dog. I am willing to encourage him.

Class. Different profs, same bullshit. Although Daddy promised $100 for every A I get, but they have to be straight A's. $600 total. Needless to say, I am studying and doing my homework this semester.

Tell me what y'all have been up to!

Love Always,
Kait

Attention Muffin Warrior:

Your next mission is to copy and paste this until you see it again. Only then will the Cookie Queen be released from her vegtable prison. Good luck. The future of CANDY LAND rests upon thy shoulders!

That is my mission, courtesy of mysterygoogle.com.
Oh, the joys of being bored. This is great. I shall do this more often!

Sunlight? What is that?

Since all my classes have finished, my daily schedule has been shot to hell. The nights that I don't party until two, three, four o'clock are filled with late night movie marathons. I was up until seven the other day, just watching gun-filled movies (told you I go to a school filled with guys!).

I should get to cleaning up sometime. My room has to be inspected. Fun times. I will get charged if it's messy. Actually, I get charged to do anything around here. Charged to do laundry. Charged if I play my music at the wrong time. Charged if my t.v. is too loud. Charged if I put a tiny dent in the wall. I'm surprised they don't have pay toilets here as well.

I need to see if S made it back last night as well. He wasn't done when we left the party. So maybe this is an awful post. I'm rambling. Good thing it's Sunday and I don't have an exam today. That could have been bad. Maybe I'll try to write again when I can form a coherent paragraph.

Love Always,
Kait

Rainy Days

Rainy days are meant for fire places, cuddling, and good books. And don't forget a nice hot coffee, tea, or hot chocolate. Sometimes this is all one needs in life.

But sometimes, rainy days happen and thousands of college students are stuck in dorms, attempting to study for finals. Sometimes, their cuddle partners are off god only knows where, and they are left in their depressing rooms, watching tiny t.v.s and drinking their coffee alone.

But I'm not bitter, oh no. Well, maybe a little. But one day, I will have all those things that I talked about, and I will be happier than a bird with a french fry.

So it's time to study. Calculus is just so much fun. Not really. I'm a terrible liar. Until next time!

Love Always,

Kait

Been A Little While...

But I have a reason! I promise. Actually, multiple reasons, come to think of it.

First, I had a huge business presentation. Massive, 30% of my grade huge. And one member went on a cross country flight (damned aeronautical school) and got stuck because he went out when a cold front was coming through, so we had to do all his work and present without him. The rest of us weren't exactly thrilled.

Then, I agreed to help some fellow students start up our own think tank. We are garnering support from faculty and staff left, right, and center. It's going to be good. Now we just have to convince rich people to part with some of their cash and support us.

And now? FINALS. If you are or have every been a college student, then you know that stands for F*** I Never Actually Learned This Shit. My next one is on Saturday, and it's math. This university just murdered Saturday. Now, how on earth am I supposed to go out for one more night in Daytona when I am expected to know how to do derivatives and integration? But maybe that's the point. Fun killers.

Plus I still have to clean my dorm room. I might be getting a roommate next semester. Knowing my luck, she probably won't speak English, hate country music, and have a bad taste in clothes. My last roommate was pretty sweet, actually. Probably because we are both so similar. We are driving back most of the way together as it is. Fourteen hour drive. Fun times.

So I should probably start on the cleaning or something. I mean, I probably will just sit here and watch T.V. shows on my laptop, but still, I'll write again in a few.

Love Always,
Kait