It’s Internet! That’s not on my phone!

Nothing bothers me more than to have my laptop, but not have Internet.  Especially since it’s been days.  Friday, in fact.

FRIDAY!

Why?  That’s what happens when one has been staying with their soon to be 86 year old great grandmother and getting rides from their grandmother because, well, because said person (that’d be me!) has a car that looks like this….

 

Yeah.

Anywho, I can log into my school account now which means that when I get here early, I can totally Facebook and do whatever I want on my laptop.  You know, that thing that has a screen way bigger than my iPhone.

Only thing that sucks is that I don’t sit by any outlets in my classes and my battery only lasts 2 hours.  I’m thinking this is a good thing though, because I’m much less tempted to use Facebook during class.  Or blog, like I may or may not be doing right now. 

So, yeah.  Government class.  How ‘bout them congressmen…

Third Fourth

Momma comes from a family of four kids, Daddie a family of five.  Needless to say between the two, I have cousins.  Lots and lots of cousins.  Some I’ve known all my life and grew up with, others who I didn’t know existed until I met them.

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard, “This is Johnny.  He’s you Nana’s cousin’s son’s nephew’s whatever.”  (You get my point.)  That being said, I know my third and fourth cousins.  In fact, I call two of my second cousins both Aunt because….well, I don’t really know why, but I’ve called them Aunt for 22 years so why stop now. 

Anyhow, my third cousin had her third baby last night and that means I have three fourth cousins now.  (Most people don’t know their second cousins, I know.  My family is weird.) 

19 hours old

He isn’t mine, so I won’t show his whole face, but those lips!  Oh, good heavens, those lips.  He’s scrumptious!  There aren’t many things sweeter than a newborn and all that cuteness does not help the fact that I want a baby.  I need to find me a husband (and job!) ASAP so I can have me one some of these.

I wanted to take him home, but I’m 99.9% the police frown upon that and I don’t really want to be on the 10 o’clock news.  Classes start Monday.

I guess for now I’ll go work on finishing college so when I find said husband and have said babies, I can afford to feed them.

I didn’t even know a TB existed (that wasn't Taco Bell).

I have a tape recorder for classes that I can record lectures and what not in class and then upload to my laptop and save as audio files. I figure this will take up a lot of space and I don’t want to loose any of them so I go an external hard drive today.

It’s been backing up files for about 45 minutes. So far we’re a little over 14.2 GB backed up and we haven’t even gotten to the pictures and video yet. Luckily there was a really good deal on one that holds 1 TB.

I’m on my third laptop since 2006 (the first two were given to me used, this is my first new one) and I lost A LOT of pictures that are somewhere on an jump drive, probably lost forever.

I tend to get a little snap happy when I get a camera in my hand and take pictures of myself. Not so much anymore since I pretty much only use my Rebel, but ONLY BECAUSE MY ARMS ARE TOO SHORT!

No, seriously. I wish I was lying when I say I have a folder named ‘Katie Shots’ that has over a thousand pictures of me holding the camera in front of my face and snapping away. Sad thing is that I’ll only like 5 or 6 out of the bunch and the others just sit in folders.

So, yeah. Got an external hard drive. Still backing up files after an hour and half later. That is all.

Friday Night

Things I’ve done tonight:

1. Watch Lost.  (I’m now up to the fifth season.)
2. Cry and get mad because, um, it’s Lost.  It’s not supposed to make any sense whatsoever!
3. Edit pictures of my dogs.
4. Watch John Mayer on USTREAM.
5. I wish I was lying.
6. I’m not.  See?  Pictures of dogs…

 

Fattie Pants

 

 
Dying to catch Seagulls

 

 
Wannabe Cullen

She’s grown so much!

I just realized it’s 08-09-10. Hah.

Two of my favorite loves; Tallulah and the beach.

Summer’s almost over so I took Lulu and Pink (Carlisle if Facebook is asking) to the beach.  Neither liked the water much, but I got some good pictures.  And my car only got stuck in the sand twice.  At least the timing belt didn’t blow like last time.

I’m so far behind on editing pictures, it’s ridiculous.  School starts the 23rd and I’m so excited!  If all goes according to plan, this time next year I’ll have my Associates Degree and can apply for nursing school.  Three short semesters and I’ll be LVN.  Then I can work for a bit and go back for my RN.

That’s only 5 semesters total.  FIVE.  SEMESTERS. 

Word.

I have a blog?

NO WAY!

Time to partake in festivities that include pink lemonade and cotton candy vodka.  :)

I’m Katie-Kate

And me love you long you time.

 Newly Pierced Noses, November 2006

We were friends.

Then we weren’t.

We were friends again.

Then we weren’t.

We’re friends again (at least on Facebook).

 Fall semester 2006

I’ve written you so many messages, wanted to call you so many times.  I thought about you on my drive to school every morning and when I’d wait in the bathroom in between classes.  I’d hear a song/see something/do something and want to call you, but I didn’t.

I couldn’t.

We weren’t friends.

I wanted to apologize so many times, but for what I didn’t know.  Neither of us did anything wrong.  We just let boys, roommates, school, work, friends, life get in the way.

 
I told you we wouldn’t kill you!

Will things ever be the same?  Probably not.  It hurts  to even admit this, but it’s what happens.  We grow up and we move on and sometimes we take a step back and it’s amazing, but more often than not we realize why we put it in our past to begin with.

Losing you as a friend broke my heart.  It hurt more than breaking up with a boyfriend.  There’s nothing I’d love more than for us to be friends again, for things to be the way they were.  I’m just skeptical, I suppose.  We haven’t talked in two years and so much has happened in those two years.  Neither of us are the same person and if we’ve changed too much to be friends again, I don’t know that I could take it.

You were the best friend I’ve ever had.  I’ve never been as close to anyone as I was with you.  Let’s face it, talking to each other while on the toilet is as pretty close as you can get without dating.  Whether or not we become friends again, I’m really glad you sent me that friend request.  I’ve missed you.

IFLY.  Still.  Always.