The ???? Marching Band Presents Their Productions of "Doctor Who"

Mayhaps I should rethink the marching band thing. Or at least set up a side practice as a show designer. I just got the killer idea of a Doctor Who show. I mean, the theme song's practically built for it! Even the one at the end has some variance to the first! Use the theme, then add a song from Chameleon Circuit or something that is Doctor Who related (Maybe write a theme for Rose or one of the other companions?) and finish with the credit version of the theme! Have your drummajors in trench coats and your flags in blue, with maybe some of them carrying around blue tinted flashlights..... Start out in formation as the TARDIS... Man I'm good! I send it in to Mr. Pham if I thought that he'd know what Doctor Who was!!!!!



EDIT:
I got the perfect middle song! THE SONG OF THE OOD! With a french horn doing the part of the woman's voice that does the melody! Ach, this is PERFECT!

Chivalry vs. Sexism

This is partially an observation and partially a rant.

There is a fella here who comes from East East Texas. (Basically, it's the South with a bit more twang in the accent.) This means he was raised in the good ole Suthun fashion. He will not allow a woman to hold a door open for him, and if he sees a gal headed for a door, he runs to open it. Ect.

I commented on this to a friend of mine, and her response was, "That is so sexist!"


That's when it occured to me. Chivalry is not dead. It is merely mistaken for sexism! So, as a girl, allow me to clarify.


Sexism looks down upon women as the weaker sex, viewing them as objects and silly. Men who behave like this aren't worth all the time in the world and should be avoided. Basically, this is when a guy says or does something that means, "You poor thing. Why don't you let me, a member of the superior sex, handle this?"

Chivalry, on the other hand, is when a man treats a woman like a lady. He shows respect and stands when she enters a room (Or something similar.) He holds doors open for her, tips his hat. In other words, chivalry treats a woman like the fairer sex, like a priceless treasure.


Unfortunately, men like this are getting harder to find. Which is sad, because I enjoy being treated like a lady. It makes me feel special, as though I'm someone of worth.

Hero

Sorry about the long wait. I actually forgot I had a blog. Heh heh...


Anyways, I've been doing some thinking. A really bad thing just happened to my brother. It was one of those it-was-a-mistake-and-yes-it's-unfair-but-there's-not-much-anyone-can-do things.

If this had happened to me, I'd've been raging and screaming. I'd be out for blood. Archie? He's being, well... He's being a man about it. He's upset, yes, but he's taking it in stride. He said that he understood where everyone was coming from and such.

And y'know... I really admire him for it. Not only has he brought certain rules to light in his school, but he's even managed to gain some respect from his peers from it.


And the weird part is, I almost knew something was gonna happen. The night before all of this exploded, I was pretty restless and worried, so as I was going to sleep, I said, "Well, come what may, Lord, and may it be for your Work."

And so it is. Good came out of bad, to use a cliche.


And the best part is that my brother's a hero to me. If it weren't for this, I wouldn't have seen what sort of man my little brother is becoming.

And I'm proud of him. Love you, Archie!!!

I'm Screwed Beyond Words

So, as you have probably guessed from my facebook posts, I'm not doing so well in Algebra.


As a matter of fact, the chance of me failing (which will mean severe loss in scholarship) is very, very high. Why is this? BECAUSE I'VE NEVER SEEN THIS STUFF BEFORE!!!!!

The book, and my teacher, expects everyone to already have learned basic algebra. Well guess what! I haven't! Tada!!!!

So, I can't afford a tutor, and I can't do this on my own because I have no clue what's going on. Even if I pass all of the worksheets (which is becoming harder as we go along), I still don't know HOW to do everything, so I'm going to fail.

I'd drop the class, but even then the result is the same. Just without all of the fuss.

The part that kills me is that my previous advisor didn't even give me a choice. I didn't know that I could take other maths. So, I could be taking statistics or practical math and be passing, but instead I'm trapped in this hell-hole.


And I feel like it's my fault.

This just sucks. It just really, really sucks.

Costume

So, every year, I wonder and fret about what I'll dress up like for Halloween. (Gimme a break! I love dress-up!) The main problems stem from what is sold and how expensive it is. I mean, the least revealing are the most expensive. (More cloth, I imagine.)

My daddy actually gave me an idea! I have a simple black formal gown and several black heels, as well as a pearl necklace. What if I were to purchase a mardi gra mask and elbow length black gloves?

Score! This could work! I even have the option of purchasing a parisol. (Probably not gonna happen. I can dream though....)

Sorry folks

The 365 thing is pretty much shot, huh?


I'm sorry I haven't been posting as much. School is pretty busy, in fact, I have math I'm about to do. :( We've hit factoring. :'(


Anyone want to take my place?

This is a PROMISE

I have gained weight. I'm not going to flip out or go "Oh no! I've gained 11 pounds! I'm fat!" Mainly because I've been slightly underweight for the past few years.

So, in all, I'm not unduly worried. However, I do have a tummy-pooch that is very irritating. It makes me feel like I'm fat, even though I know I'm not. So, I aim to do something about it.


The main point of this late night post is that I am out of shape. My metabolism has finally slowed down, which means that the zero-exercising I've done in the past year has caught up with me. I have watched many of my friends and family struggle with both ends of the weight spectrum, and I know how hard it is. I don't want to be there. Ever.

I refuse to be obsessed with my weight, but I want to look nice in a swimsuit. So, I'm gonna start running again. Even though it means waking up early. I want to be in shape.


I need everyone who's reading this to keep me accountable. I am a very lazy person, and I know that unless pushed, I'm likely to quit before I even start.


Also, if anyone has any ideas for quick and relatively painless exercises that will flatten my stomache, I'll be forever gratefule if you could tell me.

What do you do?

What do you do when someone walks up to you and says that they're an ex-Christian who has decided to "explore"?

A gal I met here asked whether or not I was going to the Gay/Straight Alliance. I told her no, because it was against my religious beliefs. Her response was, "Your religion?" So I told her that I was a Christian, and that I firmly believe that the Bible calls homosexuality a sin.

She said, "That's cool. I come from a Christian family, and I used to be one. I came here and met some new people, so I've decided to keep my beliefs in my heart and look around and see if I find something that fits."

That's just it though, nothing fits with Jesus Christ. He is All there is, and nothin' can ever sit alongside Him.

I just really didn't have anything to say to that, I mean, I've met a Satanist and a couple of psycos before, but that was mainly just show. (On the Satanist's part, I mean. Not so sure on the psycos'.) Plus I had just met this gal.

I tried to remind her that her beliefs included Jesus and that she needed to keep Him in her heart. She said yeah and brushed me off.



I wish someone had told me stuff like this was gonna happen. I might've been prepared for it, then.

Wish I Had a USB for my Phone

'Cause I took a pic with it. (I didn't have my camera)

So, here's a picture of a kitty!

Pic Dos

This is a plant that is growing EVERYWHERE at the Farm. We think it's some kind of thistle, but we're not sure. Whatever it is, it's pretty.

Coffee

It's just creepy. Plain ol' creepy.


Why?

In the coffee shop we've got on campus, there's ads for the newest drinks.



They sound like Vern Yip and various other designers on HGTV. "And finishes with an essence of grape!"

Why? Why do people take their coffee so seriously?? It's just a caffinated beverage! You can accomplish the same thing with tea or Coke!!!!

Again I have decided

to do the 365 picture blog. Why? 'Cause Marla dared me.


So, my first post:



This picture was a total accident. I was trying to take a picture of Old Main (the Admin building) looking down the rows of flowers. The pine needles and grass got in the way. It turned out really cool, though.


Next one will be up tomorrow.

HOME!!!

I am at home!!!! I am petting my kitty!!!! I am with my family!!!!


No, I'm not excited at all. ;)

I Have Decided

... that life sucks. I mean, it really really sucks. And it's just gonna suck until I die.

So that means there's nothing I can do 'cept be happy in spite of it.



And descend into the depths of developing the personality akin to that of a holiday feel-good special.


Huzzah.

Just One of Those Weeks

Okay, I am having to work to get to Saturday. Monday and Tuesday were just draining, Wednesday started to look up, but not much. Yesterday was pretty okay...

But today? Today just takes the cake. It sucks. Beyond sucks! I want to curl up and and cry and it's barely 10:00!!

Why? Because when I went to the campus store to get some pop tarts for breakfast and some laptop decals, my stupid card was declined. DECLINED. All because I am an idiot and didn't write down my balance. Now I am kicking myself, and I'm out of money. I'm just gonna go ahead and say it. Damn. Just damn.

I Can't Believe I'm Saying This....

But... I think I'm starting to hate band. I look towards it with dread, and I breathe a sigh of relief when it's over. I mean, I love the music, I love the show, I love the directors. The problem is... I'm having issues with the marching. I'm doing the best I can considering how fast we're going, but according to my section leaders, I'm apparently the only one screwing up.


I know I suck, but if you're gonna correct me, can you at least do it politely? Y'know, instead of yelling at me or talking down to me like I can't understand a word you're saying?

I know that they're just trying to help, but part of the problem is that I find it very hard to respect them. Not only are they making big mistakes themselves, but they act way younger. They cuss and treat each other like dirt. They say that they're just joking, but....

*sigh* I'll be glad when marching season is over and we focus on the music.

Reflection of Time

Well, it's currently 2:05 pm, and I have just gotten lunch. Today has been so fast and busy! If the hardest day in Pre-K is the third, then is the hardest day in college the fourth?

Anyway, I'm sitting here in the HLLC (alone for once!), and thinking. Our perceptions of time are so vulnerable to change. When we are little children we never think of the past, of the future. It was always now, now, now. (Are we there yet? Are we there yet?) When we reach out teens in JH and HS, we bear some responsibility. So we manage to wrap our mind around weeks and months, some of us even conceive years. Yet everything seems so far off as time lackadaisically moves foreward. College? Forget about it! I have years to plan ahead!

Then we hit our senior year in high school and all of the sudden, it's there. College, the future that never seemed it would come. Time has suddenly started to roll down hill, gaining more and more speed until we feel we will never catch up. But finally.... we do. We arrive at the dorm, unpack our bags and go to class. Time has slowed down for me. This week feels as though it's been forever. I feel as thought I have been in college my whole life instead of just two weeks.

I don't know. Maybe all of this is just ramblings. All I know for sure is that my burger is geting cold. Fliggage everyone!

Show of hands

Who actually reads this thing? I mean, I feel as though this is basically a diary that the world can read. But I don't know. Maybe that is what this is. Lord knows that I need a way to get my thoughts out without wasting paper, ink, or MP board space. :) (Sorry about my ramblings about that iPod thing. I'll probably just go ahead and try it. Maybe. I'll talk one of my tech-guru cousins first.) Anyway...Ithough t that y'all might enjoy seeing a jumble of a chorus that I thought of.

I was left out in the cold;
You let me into Your heart.
Straight out of the fire And into Your arms


Maybe that's just abridge. I don't really know. Just came up with it from a dream last night. Needs some work. A lot of work.


Anyhow, good night everyone. Fliggage!

School Starts Tomorrow

Classes start tomorrow. My schedule is frightening. I don't even have time for lunch! But in all, I'm pretty excited for class. It should prove take a pretty neat experience. I have my new computer all setup. In fact I am truly writing this blog. With an actualpen. It is truly legit, as my friend, Lindsay, would say. It reads my handwriting pretty well. But, I keep getting palm prints on it. Kinda annoying, actually. But, this sucker is great for taking notes. (I still type faster, though) By the way, for those who care to know, I now have a Skype account. So, look me up!. Well, I have things to do, so see y'all! Fliggage!

Yayayayayayayayay!!

Okay, I have (finally) a computer, which means I can go online again.

Well, I'm in college, and we're going through this thing called Vision Quest. I think it's a ploy to keep the fish from missing home or something. It's fun... for the most part. I've been here since Sunday for the start of band, and I've had maybe an hour to myself.

Let's just say I'm pretty exhausted. I love hanging out and such, but I need alone time.

The main reason I'm not on a photo scavenger hunt is because I get pretty carsick on things like that.

*happy scream*

Okay, remember how I mentioned that my kittens were missing? WE FOUND ONE OF THEM! I have no idea where Byron is, but Blake! Blake is home! One of my fuzzy prodigals has returned!!!!!

Stupid Texas State Law

Okay, for those of you who don't know quite well, I am needle-phobic. I mean, literally terrified.

Did you know that there's a law in place in Texas that won't let you move into a college dorm without getting a meningitus shot? There is!


I just got it today. Owie.... :( However, it wasn't as bad as I thought. So mayhaps there's hope for me yet.

I'm Home!!!

Finally! We got in a three in the morning Wednesday. Bleah. Well, no sign of the kits, but that doesn't really mean much. Anyways, lemme tell you what the trip was like, as well as show you some of the promised pics.

Paisano is located near Alpine in th Big Bend area, so it's a desert. A desert in the mountains, so it's not all sand and stuff along that line. It's really, really pretty.

Let's see... The sermons at youth and at the Big Church were amazing, but there'll probably be a different post 'bout that... The dike climbing is fantastic, as usual. (Dikes, for those of you that don't know, are igneous intrusion that usually appears like walls of rocks pushed up into other rocks. The ones around Paisano are volcanic dikes that appeared when Paisano Peak erupted back in BC.)

It rained all during the first of the week, so everything was beyond green and blooming. I got some nice plant pictures when we went to the Marfa Lights Look Out. Of course, it wasn't as green there as it was at the camp, but that's because that's in an oak grove.

Now for pictures. Yay!



This is our cabin.


This is the view from our cabin. We're smack in the middle of a strand of oaks and cedars. I love cedars, I just wish I wasn't allergic to them!


This is a close-up of the dead volcano, Paisano Peak, for which the camp was named. Paisano means "my countryman" in Spanish.


Here's a panoramic shot I did up on top of Fatman's (the major rock to climb. Everyone climbs there.) That's the youth building down in the corner.


This is my daddy, who was very happy to find that he is not miserable in "Fatman's Misery"


Me, standing on the highest point of Fatman's.


Again, me, negotiating a rather tricky part of the rocks.


No, Archie is not lying on his back. For some reason, the image with the right orientation did not appear in "My Pictures" and I'm too lazy to figure out why.

Okie. This is a lot of pictures. I've got some more pictures of just desert shots, but I believe that shall wait until another post.

Hey-la!

Just checking in. I'm currently sitting in my maternal grandfather's office, stealing some internet time.

I've had a great time at Piasano Baptist Encampment this past week. Great sermons, friendly people who know each other (just not by name!), and of course the beautiful country is always a plus.

The downside? Almost no service (especially for someone with AT&T) and absolutely no internet, which is why I haven't been on facebook or MyPraize in the past few days.

Alas, I don't have time to go and check in on my fave internet peeps, but I promise, when I get home, there will be a longer blog post (with pickythures!) and an even longer thread. Batkat's honor.

We should be heading back Tuesday. We were supposed to head home today, but Dad decided our cabin needed baseboards.


I miss my kittens. I hope they're alive, but that's something I'm trying hard not to think about.


Anyways, I'll 'see' y'all later. Right now I have to let my mother on the computer.

Pizza

I'm not a failure as a cook! Yay!!!!!!

Okay, I've craved some odd stuff, but today, I was craving alfredo pizza-- my fave of the non-tradish.

Unfortunately, the nearest Olive Garden is 40 minutes away. :(

My mom mentions that there's a few recipes in the Bisquick book, so I found a generic crust and added the alfredo and chicken.

It's not perfect, I admit, but the tastebuds do not care for presentation.

Common Rant

I figured that I wouldn't subject my poor mother to this again.


Okay, who here has seen all of the commercials for the KidsBop CDs and the like?

I hate those sooooo much. Why? Because of age innapropriateness. Why on earth are people forcing their children to sing unclean songs and dance in moves that are considered risque for people my age?

And there's more! I see commercials for this beauty pageant show that stars TODDLERS. These are little girls wearing frou-frou dresses and again showing off themselves. They are encouraged to act the diva, otherwise known as the *****. Who encourages this type of behavior in a small child? Why their mothers of course! They are so proud when they see their little fillies prancing on a stage like ladies twice their age!

They are being forced to act older, dress older. It's sickening.

There's a new movie coming out about girls who want to join a dance competion in New York. It starts the commercial with them flirting with a boy to get what they want. Seems okay. Common enough plot. Slight problem, though. These girls cannot be any older than 13, and they're acting as bad as Miley Cyrus and her ilk. There was a line from a six yo. She says, in the snottiest voice imaginable, "I'm Alanna Wannabe and I'm gonnabe."

People think that's cute????? What the heck is wrong with society!? Where did our morals go!?


I think I'm gonna cry. Geeze louise. Someone needs to slap all those idiots who think it's fine for little girls to act like sluts.

Stravinsky's Firebird

I love the Disney Fantasia videos.... for the most part. Let's just say I disagree on certain interpretations.

However, they got this one right! And I totally love the music. (I actually recognize it from one of the Olympian skaters from the Olympics this past winter!!) Anyway, just wanted to share it with you.

Katie

When I was in kindergarten, we adopted a little labrador puppy named that we named Katie. She moved towns with us, and has been a much loved member of our family.

We all knew she was on her way out this past winter, and were surprised when she survived. She was a very, very old lab and each step she took pained her.

I found her this morning. She's not in any pain now.

Honor and Glory

How come in books and TV shows, there are always brave fighters who fight for honor and glory? And they want nothing more than to die with those two things?

I can think of nothing more stupid. I mean really! Fighting for two abstract things that don't even make sense!

What exactly is honor? It's simply being honest and righteous in your actions. So why on earth would you want to fight and die with honor when you can simply live in honor?

And glory? Why should I even start that? Glory is not ours (or imaginary characters) to earn and hold. It's the same thing as fighting for pride. Sheesh.


In case you haven't guessed, I'm in a very weird mood due to the fact that the guy in my book died.

How to Survive as a Superhero

Okay, for those of you who know me, you know I've created a superhero team called the Interlopers. The major character is a teenage winged boy named Windspeed Stormrider. The intent of creating this world was to write about it, but it's so all over the place. It'd make a good television show, but to write about it, I'd have to delete several characters.

However, I had thought of this list of dos and don'ts for heroes, and I thought I'd share it with you. (As Windspeed of course)

Rule 1. Never underestimate your opponent.

Trust me, it only comes back to haunt you. I should know. I've been underestimated enough times.

Rule 2. Don't showboat. Ever.

Showboating can turn a really simple situation into something a bit more serious. Showboating and showing off can give the bg a shot s/he wouldn't ordinarily have.

Rule 4. Never turn your back on an enemy. Even if you think he's down.

I've seen it so many times. The hero turns his back on the bg thinking s/he is unconscious. Then said bg stands up and deals a devestating blow to the back of the hero. Naturally, there are some cases when you are dealing with multiple threats on multiple fronts, so you'll have to take your eyes off of a downed opponent. This leads me to the Rule 5.

Rule 5. Pay ATTENTION!

Situational awarness is a really good thing. It saves your life. Don't let yourself zone out.

Rule 6. There's a difference between mercy and stupidity.

This does not mean be a bully or a killer. If the person is really dangerous, make sure he'll stay down. Shoot him in the leg or something. But if it becomes clear you have to take him out, DO IT.

Rule 7. There's no such thing as a fair fight.

The people you are fighting will kill you. They will not play by the rules and they will not behave honorably. So, unless your in a duel, neither do you. If you see a shot, take it. Don't let anything go to waste, whether it's effort or power. If you can just as easily kick him in the nads and take him down than some complicated dance move thing, just do it. It makes life a whole lot easier.


This is all this cowboy can think of at the moment, but be sure I'll be adding more stuff later on.

Same ole Windy


And now that I've spent all of this time, I'm going to go take my CLEPT test.

First United Methodist Church of Fort Worth

A couple of weeks ago, we went to Fort Worth for General Conference. It was being held at FUMC FW.

That was not a church. That was a castle. And I have proof!

Please take Offense

I was watching golf with my dad (he was watching, I was on the computer) and a commercial for Cialis comes on. I will not explain what that is. If you don't know, Google it.

On the commercial, I noticed that the announcer guy said "partner." Not wife, but "partner." It got me thinking. On most commercials and news casts, people are now saying the word "partner" instead of wife or husband.

Since when have those terms become offensive?

And more important, why should we have to hide what is right to make those who are sinning feel better?

I'll not go into a long rant about why homosexuality is sinful, mainly because I don't feel like typing that much. However, I will state that this isn't the only issue where people are covering up the righteous in order to make the wicked feel more secure. This is mainly a Christian thing, but shouldn't Christianity affect the way we see things?

We shouldn't be ashamed to speak the truth because we might offend someone who's not. When we use euphamisms in the place of words that should poke us in the heart, who on earth are we helping? How are we supposed to minister to people if we're too busy worrying about being politically correct? If they're offended by the truth, then they've already made up their minds about being offended. So, there's absolutely no point in being afraid of saying the truth that God wants us to say.



Now, I don't know if this post actually forms a coherent thought, but like I said in the description, my thoughts are jumbled.

First Video Attempt

Alright, I had tried this earlier (and failed), so I went and read Blogger's FAQ. So, maybe now this will work.

I like making certain that I can do stuff, so that when I *need* to do it, I don't freak out. Like I usually do.


Or like this guy. Man, I love Beaker!

Owie...

This is my first mundane post. Let's see how this goes.

We discovered a while back that the puppies my dog had (two adorable ones!) were literally covered with ticks. I mean, ew.

So we gave all the dogs a bath. Now, I hate getting wet unless I'm actually swimming (or rather, floating). I put my swimsuit on to do this, and it really wasn't that hot or sunny. Strange for Texas, but it happens.

I got sunburned. Bad. On my back. I don't burn much, but when it happens, it happens baaaad.


In other news, according to my mom I taught my cat, Amelia, how to say "Mean Mommy." I swear, I had no idea she was listening!

Okay... Uh.... Hi....

Well, I've never really done this before. Blogging, I mean. I've never been that great at keeping a diary or anything, and I suppose that this is a lot like an e-diary. That everyone and their second cousin can see. Yep.

So, I'm Kat. I'm not sure if I say an intro here about what's going to be on the blog or not. So I'm going to anyways.

Let me think.... What's the most important stuff about me? Well, first off, I'm a Christian and proud of it. I've been a long-time member of MyPraize (The coolest online community EVER! Check it out!). I'm obsessed with Batman and TMNT and other super-heroes. I'm a fan of Doctor Who and Firefly and NCIS. And I like to write and make jewelry.

And I'm going to college next fall. (Yipe!)

Now that I totally feel like the kid in the cafeteria who stepped on a milk spill, I think that's about it for now.