This is my life

Story time.

So I had just gotten into the shower. Just gotten my whole body and head of hair wet, when the fire alarm went off. I live on campus and they have this rule that the whole building needs to evacuate in the case of a fire, or in the case of idiot boys on the third floor. I quickly decided that I did not want to go outside soaking wet so I turned off the water and was on my way to turning off the bathroom lights when there was a knock on the door. The building RA had gotten to our room really fast and caught me. She told me I needed to come outside like everyone else. I moaned a little bit, squeezed some water out of my hair, grabbed my towel, and reluctantly followed her into the cold. We were one of the last ones out and I heard a little gasp among the crowd as I walked toward them. Then my annoying roommate chimed in exclaiming, "Haha OMG she's in her towel!! Lololol." (That's how she sounds in my mind). So there I stood for like 8 minutes with a bunch of strangers. My hair was dripping and by the time we were let back in you could tell where I had been standing thanks to a little puddle. It wasn't terrible, I didn't feel awkward or anything, my ears were just so cold! And I wanted to smack a couple people that were whining about the chilling wind.

So there ya go.
An other exciting day in the life of Katie.
Jealous?

The truth is

I hate living in Logan.

When I first moved here I was excited and hopeful that 

I'd make so many new friends, I'd have great experiences, I'd love my classes.

Sadly, that is not the case.

I tried to be outgoing for the first month.

I went to dances, barbecues, bingo nights, pancake parties, study groups.

But it just became hard.

I have never been that person that befriends everyone in the room.

I've had the same best friends since 8th grade.

And I miss them. I miss my boyfriend. I miss my family.

So much.

I didn't realize how hard it would be to leave the people I love.

Everyday seems worse than the last.

Maybe I'm being dramatic.

Maybe I've given up too early.

All I know is that my heart has been hurting for the past three months.

So here I am.

Alone. Depressed. Passionless. Angry
My eyes are red and blotchy as I write this post.

Longing for the place I call home and the people I cherish.

Complaining

My brother is getting married this week!

And do you know what?

I get to be in Pleasant Grove for almost 5 whole days.

I'm super happy because it's starting to suck up here.

Reasons:

1. I'm thinking that my roommate steals my clothes when I'm gone.

2. Also thinking that she had sex on my bed this weekend.

3. Alsoo thinking that she steals my favorite pomegranate chocolates from Costco.

4. Someone used the rest of my coconut coffee creamer that I use for pina coladas.

These people don't even drink coffee.

5. It's getting cold. And it's getting cold in PG too but at least I have a fire place there.

6. I don't have a fire place.

7. I miss my family and my boyfriend and Shalla.

The End.

Plop

I have been in Logan for three days and two nights now.

Going on three days and three nights!

Aweee yeah.

Here are some college things I have figured out since Sunday:

1. Brand new towels are liable to leave blue fuzzies on my dried off body.

2. Noodles expand and when the box says 1/2 a cup it might be serious.

3. I am quickly finding out which shoes I like to walk in.

4. Having a telly with TLC might kill me because I love almost every show on that station.

5. I will drink water if I can reach it.

6. I have to pee.

7. My bottom bunk is actually quite cozy. Every time I lay down there I feel like a cuddle.

8. I feel like Buddy the elf when I take showers in my apartment that was built in 1892 or something.

I'm a college person!

I take a picture of myself every day in Digital Media.

Vain?

Well it's an assignment.

But maybe I am.

I just really like my curls, okay?

Fingers like Fixer

I know how to develop pictures in a dark room.

How many people can say that?

Probably more than I think.

Photography is a really fun class and all...

but after an hour in the dark room my fingers smell like fixer.

Fixer smells like vinegar.

So yummy right?

I Understand

I have a pc. Not a mac.

I've never really got why people take so many 

pictures of themselves on their macs.

I get it now.

Sitting in first period with Tori and Jared.

Bored out of our minds.

We took some pictures.

It was fun.

There is no shame in taking pictures of yourself like a 9th grader.