Mother's Day (that's tomorrow)

I've said it once, I've said it twice and I will probably say it a billion more times before I die. I love music. And not just for the beautiful melodies or entrancing voices but for all of it. Sometimes the lyrics can seem to fit your precise mood while other times just the meaning of the song can be so powerful that it is unexplainable. For mother's day I decided to make my mom a mixed CD, mainly songs she loved but also I threw on a few songs she didn't know. I put a few on that I thought she would end up liking but then I also placed a song on the CD that simply put exemplified my mom.

The cool thing about songs is that the meanings can be multiple. Though the artist may have an original decision and thought process about what the song means, it can become different for each and every person that listens to it. The song that was my mom happened to be one of those, "She is Love" by Parachute. The song can be meant just for a girl that the band likes, for a person that always stands strong and is there for them or for love in general. Ultimately, it's all up for debate about what the song is about. For me, the song just exemplifies my mom, being there for our hard times in life, staying strong when we are weak, showing us the hope, remaining strong, patient and encouraging.

My mom is one of the most important people in my life. I know it may sound corny or lame to say that or, that I am just saying it because tomorrow is mother's day. However, I say it because it's true. Though our relationship has never been 100% perfect, she still means so much to me. My mom has been here for me through thick and thin. My mom has been an example and a positive role model for all my life. My mom has shown me what a strong godly woman looks like. My mom is wonderful, and I love her dearly. My mother is love.

Dear Mom,
If you are reading this, which more than likely you are, I just want you to know that I love you so much. I am so blessed to have you as my mom. You truly are remarkable and have always been there for me in hard times, and I know you always will be. I am so grateful to have you in my life. You truly are one of a kind, and I am glad that you are my mother. I am sorry for the days where I have/will  misbehave/ be stupid/get on your last nerves/do the wrong things/get mad/or whatever else. I love you mom.
Love, Katie

Philosopher Jagger

As House so eloquently quoted, "Philosopher Jagger once said, 'you can't always get what you want.'" I couldn't help but think, "UGH!!!" Needless to say, "Philosopher Jagger" hits it right on the head, again. I didn't get a part I wanted in the play, I didn't get a part at all, unless you include being on tech crew. However, as House and my brother remind me that's not the end of the world. 

I am still not to happy that I didn't get a role. However I am still going to do it, even though it's not what I was hoping for. There are so many other things that I am thankful for though, so I am not going to let it get to me. 

I won't always get what I want, and I get that. However if I try sometimes, I might just find, that I get what I need. 

Dorm + Home Room

My mom and I unloaded a lot of my stuff that forever resided in my dorm room. My room looks absolutely horrendous there is stuff everywhere including freshly clean clothes and several jam packed bags . It really is a site to see. The act of moving back home seeing all of my dorm life and home life mix together on my floor and  bed and everywhere else.

The Voice

If you have not watched "The Voice" yet, you need to! It is absolutely amazing! So much better than idol because it's not as superficial and the judges are just wanting to help out the contestants! I love it! Must watch!!!! Am watching now!

Finals Week

It has come to my attention that finals week has got to be one of the most confusing and crazy times of year. Well, ok maybe not so confusing as some things but there are some peculiar points to finals. For one thing, finals week stress differs from person to person. For some people they feel as if that one test for that one class will either be the death or life of them. While for others, like myself, they just look at the final and think, hmmm it only counts for so much of the grade and my grade (if its good) won't be that bad. Then of course there are those students who act more like me when they should be thinking, "hmm... I might fail this class."

For me I guess the craziest thing is actually having to get my stuff in gear, and pack. Not going to lie, it's kind of bizarre realizing that I won't be here for quite a few months. It is also kind of bitter sweet to say goodbye to the icebox of #228. Kind of strange just realizing that a whole entire year of college is over and a new year awaits me. I must admit it is also weird knowing tonight is my last night in this bed. But at the same time it's refreshing. There isn't one thing that through the course of this school year I would change in a heartbeat. I laughed, cried, got stressed out, screamed, and lived.

The thing about finals week ultimately is not about the tests, but being able to realize that this is the final week of the semester, of the year, of your college life thus far. Finals week: a time to reflect how far you've come and have no regrets.

The Audition

It began merely by a simple drift of conversation in Mims auditorium, the words fall show managed to linger in my ear. Excited, I asked the ultimate question, "What is the show?" The answer I received was South Pacfic.  The news I did not expect to hear however was that auditions themselves were just around the corner, the first day of finals week to be exact.

I searched high and low, near and far and almost everywhere in between to find a piece of music that I would audition with. It wasn't until after several texts and listening to several songs did I finally make the decision to sing, "Show Me" from My Fair Lady.

The audition process began at 4:30, and one by one we entered the choir room and began to sing our selection. Once we were done we were allowed to do whatever our hearts desired but we had to promptly return at 5:30 for the dance portion.

There were a lot of people there, I truly wasn't expecting as many as there were. So the dance portion of the auditions were pushed back until 6:00, and once it began it all went downhill. The dance portion was going to only be a little bit of learning it and then turning around and performing it for directors, and if that wasn't nerve racking enough, I have no profound dancing ability what so ever.

We spend about 15 minutes learning the steps in which I continuously make minor mistakes until the practice and learning is stopped. Then we each were assigned a number 1-31 (or so). The first people to perform would be those numbered 1-5, they would perform in the room in front of the directors and with every other person auditioning watching along the side of the room.

When they called my name I was given the number five. I danced my hardest but at certain points I realized the moves that I were doing were completely wrong. I tried my best but I am not a dancer.

History in the making!

By now, you have probably heard that Osama Bin Laden has been announced dead. It's a crazy thing. I know that it's been ten years since the war began but it's odd to realize that it may soon be over. Not a bad odd but a peculiar odd. Ten years, all may be finished. The sacrifices that brave American men and women made have made such an important impact and will not go unnoticed. A few years ago, when Huessein was executed it was just the first of many steps for a little bit of peace in the Middle East. And though we aren't quite there, things keep lining up to make it become a possible reality.

Technology such as facebook and twitter, helped a lot, all that is popping up in my newsfeed seems to be interlinked. Osama Bin Laden, dead. Though the news has been said, there is still that fear of more war. Though the head has been cut off, we have no promise, but we do have hope. Hope that soon the war will come to an end. Hope that through this death, their will be no new leadership in Al Qaeda, no ability to regain their footing. Today is a day, to be proud of our troops, be proud of our country and be thankful for a God that has been watching out over all who have fought, and for the families who lost loved ones in battle. Today is a day, of thanks and reflection. To realize that we are blessed, and to hope that the MidEast will soon meet and experience peace.