Me, myself, and I

As you know, or don't, I'm living alone this year.

It has been just over a month since I moved in and I would just like to say that contrary to popular belief, I am not lonely.  In fact, I have visited people, hung out at King's, and generally have been less of a hermit than I was the past 2 years when I was living with three other people. Don't get me wrong, I loved living with my fellow "batcave" roommates but this year, so far, has been incredible. Although I think this has more to do with me personally, than with who I am living with.

Obviously living by yourself has its ups and downs. For example, you have a terrible day at school, work, or whatever, and you come home and there is no one to share your heart with, and no one to give you a hug (or make you cookies).  But on the other hand, having no one there forces you to think, forces you take your day and figure it out.  You can blast the kind of music that you want to listen to and not worry about who it disturbs.  You can come and go whenever you like and the laundry is always open.

I do miss my roommates from the past two years and I will never ever forget all the amazing times I had while living with them. But I will say that I really enjoy living by myself. This doesn't mean that I don't want people to visit me or that I don't want to hang out with people, because I do!

So I guess that's my random blog entry about the uphills and downhills of living alone.
Peace!

Sunday Nights and Monday Mornings

So I began today with the best intentions of doing homework and getting some thinking done. Apparently, I missed the boat on homework and jumped on the housework train instead.

I find this happens to me fairly regularly. It seems every time that I have a ton of papers to write or readings to do, the cleaning of my house, the uncluttering of my drawers, or the organizing of my CD's takes precedent over my academic obligations. Let's be clear that I do not have the most hectic or heavy semester currently, so I can afford to do my laundry, make supper (and an apple crisp), sweep my floor, do my dishes, and organize my nightstand all before I do my homework.

I know that many of my friends, fellow students, and acquaintances with jobs do not have this luxury, and that after this year I won't have this luxury either. Now comes the debate: do I try and quell this response to homework now while I don't have a heavy workload (kind of as a trial run before the real deal)? or do I just relish in the fact that I can do everything else on my "to-do" list before my homework? The more logical choice would probably be the former, yet for some reason, I doubt that I will take that route.

Oh, and apparently, we can add blogging to the list of things I will do before I do homework.

Anywho, random blog post, but I was just thinking about this as I was putting in a load of laundry at 12:15am on a Sunday night/Monday morning.

Peace and Goodnight!

"I"dentity Crisis

After a few harrowing, mind-bending conversations this week I am finding myself in a bit of an identity crisis. It seems that questioning everything about yourself and trying to figure out who you are is more than a bit of a task.

Thus, I have come to the conclusion as to why the word identity begins with "I". My best, and most educated, guess is that when searching for who you are, you are really searching for who "I" is. How can you define yourself without defining "who I am"? That's the problem, you can't. It seems that before life decisions can be made that you should really know who you are and what your "i"dentity is.

My issue, is that I still don't know who I am.... Ergo, Katie can't really make any life plans or make any decisions because she has no "I". Ok, wait, it's not that I don't have an "I".... it's more like I don't know what my "I" is... (are you getting annoyed of the excessive quotation marks yet?) I feel like identity is something everyone should have inherently built in to them, but sometimes I feel like mine got left out..

Ok, so this isn't the most brilliant post ever, but that's where my mind is currently... Though now I'm going to turn that off; no thinking about life stuff before soccer..... Maybe I'll return to this issue another day... and maybe it won't be 3 months later.. ;)

Pet Peeves

This will be short and sweet, as it is 2:20am.
(Sheesh, go to sleep Katie)

I think pet peeves are a manifestation of our own downfalls and annoyances. I mean really, who is actually annoyed because someone has something stuck in their teeth, or they put clothes on their animals, etc etc. It seems to me that pet peeves are solely the qualities that we least want to see in ourselves appearing in other people. Take, for example, one of my pet peeves: blogs that are never updated, or have long been forgotten. This is quite hilarious, considering that my own blog, the one you are reading, or aren't, right now has not seen an entry for over a year. OVER A YEAR! I suppose when the people who's blogs I read don't update and I get annoyed or frustrated, its merely a reflection of my own disdain for my lackluster blogging habits. This irony is kind of ridiculous and hilarious. I thought that perhaps I should share it with you.

Though I don't think anyone is actually reading this.. hmm.