Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Mm, whatcha say...

Today I texted Jesse to tell him I was going to the grocery store after class (before he got off work) to get groceries for dinner, and asked him if there was anything he needed. This was his response:

I need you, wheat bread, a pair of pears, kisses, sunshine and your smile, a bag of rolls x6, potatoes, chips, your love, a trim not hair cut, more time, milk, a box of raisin or something else on sale, and dec 26 :)


Best grocery list ever :)


peace, love, love love love love,
Catherine

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Im Bibliothek sprechen wir NICHT.

To the guys sitting on the 5th floor of the library at 9:30 on a Thursday night, chatting noisily while the rest of us try to study,

There is a "no shhh" zone for a reason. My fiance has a paper due in 25 minutes and we came up here because it was going to be too noisy to focus downstairs. The first time girls walked by and you started talking to them, we ignored it. The second time, when you gave up whispering and began talking louder and louder with them, we should not have had to shush you repeatedly before loudly asking you to please stop talking, or to whisper if you really needed to speak. And please, saying over and over "didn't you read the article today?" is not an excuse. Just because some girl gets hit on all the time on the fifth floor doesn't give you the license to be noisy.

Thank you, and goodnight,

Catherine

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

I live inside my head. You know this.

(I am obsessed with this song. Melissa's blog is to blame)

Some letters to the world, inanimate objects, and others:

Dear Brain,

Why must you make me so OCD? MY Isaiah paper remains under researched and un-outlined and here I sit, feeling the need to do anything but those things. It is due on thursday and I only have so much free time between now and then. If you would cease and desist with the distractedness and work a little harder on being good at focusing, that would be appreciated.

Regards,
the rest of you

To the Daily Universe,

Please, do not call yourself a "news organization" claiming to print "real, newsworthy news on important issues and events" on the same day that you consume the entire front page with an article about dear john letters. In your own words, "If there's not a "so what" to the story, why would anyone want to care about it?" If you're going to call yourselves a news organization, print real news. Or don't, and continue to print whatever you want. However, the current hypocrisy will not be tolerated.

I only use you for the police beat and the sudoku,
a lover of truth

Dear November,

Thank you, thank you, thank you. I have never really cared for you (in Utah at least) as you generally just bring me cold fingers and cold ears and a cold nose and cold toes and the desire to stay inside with soup and hot chocolate and a book and to skip work and school entirely. However lately you have been mild and warm, easing me into this whole 'winter' thing that I disagree with so much. It's nice to compromise, isn't it?

love,
the girl who wishes for spring all year long and only grudgingly accepts any other season...

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

I can be brown, I can be blue, I can be violet sky...

This song is stuck in my head right now.


And I am posting instead of doing German homework. Homework has become hard to do these days....especially given my amazing realization this weekend!!!


Jesse and I went to Rexburg this weekend, for a multitude of reasons, some of which were to get him new contacts (before it is on our insurance....>.>) and so I could get out of Provo for awhile and breathe some clean, fresh Idaho air (I never anticipated loving Idaho so much....).

Anyways. It was sooo relaxing. Jesse said it was interesting to watch me, cause I was (I'm paraphrasing here) "a completely different creature. You weren't looking over your shoulder all the time."

This led us to the discussion of/realization that I do not like the academic life. Tests, quizzes, papers, homework, stress stress STRESS!!! I never feel like I'm getting anything out of it and I'm always shirking something I ought to be doing. I don't like it. I love learning new things, but I don't like the means available to me of getting there.

And it took me three years of college to realize it!!! How did this happen????


However, we also know that me not graduating is not an option (What if I have to work? What if something happens to Jesse and he can't work? What if he loses his job?) so we've decided I need to just get through these last 4 semesters and then get out. Grad school might still be in the picture, but only if it's something I absolutely love and if it's a short program. Teaching at the university level is also probably out (although I always kind of knew I'd dislike doing that....now I know why). But I'm really starting to like the idea of teaching high school German....


peace, love, the future still looks awfully bright,
Catherine