Evil Technology.

Today, I was watching and cheering on some amazing kids at NFL district and something happened... all of a sudden, my phone stopped responding to my touch on the keyboard. Now, this usually wouldn't be a big deal, however the time that techology starts to hate me is also the time that a lot of friends started to love me and text me. Needless to say, technology disallowed me to be a quality communicator tonight. All that to say, I have decided as I decided several years ago, that technology is just out to get me.

My first realization that technology despised my being near it occured when I had gotten a new cd-walkman. Now, this CD walkman was one of the coolest I had ever laid my eyes on! It was retro in appearance with a powder blue and cream dual tone seperated by chrome. Needless to say, I thought it was the coolest piece of work that man had ever made. Sadly though, my discovery of my enemy was made when out of the blue it stopped working. For the young Katie Carl, that was a very detrimental moment, because for me that was the day that the music died.

Now, I know that example was a little dated because CD's are sadly almost a thing of the past, however technology continues to hate me no matter what it is now. I have had an ipod just go bezerk on me and a few phones decide to commit suicide or become secluded from the rest of society and not respond.

So, this is my thought of it all. Technology hates me more than it should because it is part of a robot society that is planning to take over the world slowly causing random agony to poor innocent victims such as myself.

Ohana means family and family means....

Family- best defined two different ways. The first way, being those related to you, by blood or by marriage ( the mandatory family so to say) and the second way to be defined those people that enter into your life and mean a lot to you even if you have never been or never will be actually related. Needless to say, today was definitely an awesome family day for me. Right at this very moment I am at Sam's apartment, hanging/painting/writing this blog, and I can't help but think how lucky I am to have my family. And I don't realize and admit it as much as I should, but in the terms of "forced" family, I am extremely blessed. Because even though they may at times get on my nerves, I know that they are my family and that no matter what may come our way, we will always have each other.

I also got to spend time with people that I would consider my other family, or rather the people that I care about a lot. Of course, I have my HPU friends that I love and adore, but I also got to see my speech and debate friends on a halfway surprise visit to NFL district. after spending 4 years being apart of that team, I can't help but adore the people apart of that team as well, past or present. So when I got to see them I was excited to say the least. However, to me, my speech and debate family isn't just Princeton but several other schools as well. I got to see my lovely Aubrians and the Richardson clan as well as a few coaches that always put a smile on my face whenever I happen to see them.

I am blessed beyond what I can even imagine, with a fantastic official and unofficial family, I must say I have more than I deserve. I love them all, and cannot wait until I get to see mi padres tomorrow!

The Reason

Most importantly the reason behind my actions in quiting the pledging process had nothing to do with people in the organization. But rather it had to do with myself, and people who weren't pledging. The biggest reason had to be the stress, for me stress comes in different forms and one of the most important thing that had to be recognized was that it was only the second week, and that if I was already stressed and there were several weeks left it made no sense to just become more stressed for the remainder of the  process.

A second important reason that I realized I had to quit was time was being slowly taken away from me, leaving little to no time with other friends not pledging. Relationships haven't ever been my strong suit so when realizing that those that I care about have been and would continue to be placed on the back burner wasn't what needed to be happening.

A final real important reason about me quiting was I never really asked God or considered if I really needed to be in a sorority. I just rushed into pledging without even figuring out if that is what I needed to be doing with my life at this moment.

And to any people that are members of the organization I was pledging, I am sorry that I did waste your time. But it's not what I needed to be doing, and I should have realized that sooner, and before I started the pledging process.

Biblioteca

So over the course of time, I always think that it is comical that lessons we learn when we are young always come back time and time again. I have heard the saying "history repeats itself" but I can never help but stand back and chuckle when I realize that it has happened. One of the lessons that is playing out quite wonderfully is that "you should never judge a book by it's cover".

No matter what people may appear to be like, you only are seeing the surface of who they really are. It's not until you spend more time with them and actually crack the book open until you realize who they really are. There are always different stories out there too, different genres such as: Humor, Suspense, Horror, Drama, Trashy Novels, and even the books that are written but no one ever wants to continue reading.

But sometimes, just like reading real books, no matter if the book was good or if it was just flat out terrible, all that matters is, you read it. And that's life sometimes, even if you don't like the end result of who a person, or group or school or team may be, all that matters is you checked it out and read into it at least a little to decide if you liked it.

So yes, I looked into an organization because it looked fantastic on the outside and because there were several amazing people in it. However, I didn't like what it took to get into it. I didn't like the idea of being stressed at  7 in the morning freaking out about what is on the agenda for the day.

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UGH!!!! Sometimes I honestly wish things weren't hard. Is that to much to ask for? I mean truthfully, I wish things were as easy as they once were. I wish that I didn't have to stress over stupid things that don't really! I really wish that it was simple, life. I really would not mind one bit.

Besides that I had to make sure that I finished my blog, and my (revised) homework that was due tonight at midnight, thank goodness I got it all done. Even if this blog isn't genius and I am rambling and I am tired.

THE END

Musical Tastes

Music! I love a good bit of music a lot of times in my life, I guess that's why I tend to post music on the end of blogs and why I happen to have yet another blog about music! So I love music, and it's one of my favorite things! There is just something about music that turns frowns upside down and makes good days grrrreat!

One thing that I do love about music, is that there are so many different perspectives. And personally even though I disagree with a bit of people when it comes to musical tastes it's always intriguing to see what people like and dislike. I love it when artists actually have a musical ability to sing, and I also love to listen to Ke$ha and just dance and scream and sing at the top of my lungs! LOVE IT!

I do think that music can tell a little bit about who you are, like personally, I think if you are in love with some cool artist it automatically means you are a cool person. Gogol Bordello, has made some people so much cooler, even though I never thought that was possible. 

I love music. Music, is beautiful, and happy and sad and wonderful!

Love, que?

So, today was a crazy wonderful amazing day to say the very least. I did so much in such a fairly small period of time, yet every second was amazing! I got to go to church at midtown and got to see some people whom I love to see their faces, and one of the sponsors for Zeta, which was an added bonus. I got to talk to Jenny Goff, always a blessing, plus I got to sit by her during church. After that I went and had lunch with some remarkable friends. Followed my the H-word. Yes, homework. I got a lot of it done to, and I must say, I am pretty pumped about what the finished result will be when I have to turn it in for my final!!! ( I have never been so pumped about a ten page essay before, weird.) Then I got to help my loverly suitemate take a thousand tons of stuff into her room so she could be back for the rest of these two weeks before break. And then I got some quality Zeta time, always so much fun with those amazing individuals.

But one of the things that I can't get out of my mind is something that one of my pledge sisters stated just a few minutes/half hour ago. When we were going over some readings in the bible, yeah, bible, we were reading the love passages, 1 Corinthians 13:4-7, the one that describes what love really is. Shelby pointed out how depressing that passage truly is, because is shows the lack of love in the world.Because no matter what we would like, very rarely do we find that "love is patient, love is kind, it does not envy it does not boast it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no records of wrongs. It does not delight in evil but rejoices in the truth. It always protects, always trusts and always preserves."   But "where is the love"? We fail, even as Christians to be what God was and is and forever will be, love.

And I don't honestly know, when the subtle shift began, it probably was before my time, however love has become so diluted from what it once was, from what God called it to be. I want to know why, and honestly, I think a good majority of it comes from when we forget, that we are called to be God's hands and feet, that we are called to love. Sadly too often we look to God like Santa, and only call on him when we want to, and fail to remember that he requires some things out of our life as well.

I love you, even though, I might not always show it. Though I know I need to show it like crazy, I do love you but I am sorry to admit that too much of the time, I am too perfect of human, meaning I make crazy big mistakes in life, and really like to focus more on me than any one else.