SandyShoreSleeping

Time passes.
Time passes like rain from the sky. At times too quick to grasp, or too slow to care.
Marilyn just wandered into the room and complained about the fact that it has indeed been raining for the past three days. She hates the rain. I love it. There's something soothing about its elusive falling. Afterwards, when the sky clears and the clouds have all rolled away all of nature brightens and appears exaltant. The greens, pinks, reds, yellows, all of the colors you see in the flowers or trees are suddenly brighter than before, coming to life after a shower. They burst into euphoric life right before our very eyes. It's all very inspiring. Well, haha, at least for me it is.

It'll probably carry on like this off and on for the rest of the day. It's funny, because I actually planned on getting everyone together and going to a park. So much for that. Oh well, I guess we'll have to make other arrangements now. In the meantime, as I wait for Natalie to wake up and Marilyn to get ready, I'll sit here and listen to the drops hit the roof.

Slow Motion

Helloooo Internet journal. It's been a while since I've written on here and if I'm going to be honest, I've dearly missed you. But despair not, for Summer is on the verge and then I will have a virtually infinite amount of time to dwindle away on these posts. So, what do you say we start off on the right foot now?


My Math grade is a disaster. Yeah, I'm pretty challenged in Math, seriously, do not doubt it. It's embarrassing, what can I say? Anyways, Summer School or no Summer School, I'm hunting around for some acting classes/camps. I mean, geeze, I'll go insane if I keep all my creativeness boxed up for an entire summer. :] Right now I'm looking at some not so cheap classes downtown at a not so unknown theater. These classes would be extraordinarily ideal and would probably teach me a lot, but hey, it's in God's hands.

Aside from all of the general havoc of school and frivolous friend drama, my life has been pretty wonderful. I've finally gotten on what seems to be a decent track with God and my family. My older sister and I have actually been getting along, like way back when we were little kids. Oh, and I actually voluntarily ate a salad yesterday, not even force fed or anything! It's a great feeling, being healthy inside and out. However, I'd be lying through my teeth if I neglected to mention the two Cokes I still drink daily and the mass amount of sugar I consume. I'm Seventeen, sue me.

P.S.- In the picture, I'm the one on the far right.

Quotes that have been on my mind-

"In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends."-Martin Luther King Jr.

"Not all who wander are lost."-J.R.R. Tolkien

To escape the clock.

Postponing sleep is like quicksand-you will almost always succumb and sink below the surface.

However, that is exactly what I am trying my utmost hardest to avoid. I have to be up and rolling in a solid two hours to feed the homeless. We're long past the point of sleeping now.

You see, normally, I snatch all the extra hours I can get to sleep in, seeing as I don't get to do it nearly as much as I'd like to anymore. Though tonight, that was a different matter entirely. For my friend's birthday we ended up celebrating it classic indie city style- The Rocky Horror Picture Show. At first, I was extremely wary. I've read The Perks of Being a Wallflower and all that, so I was fully aware of what I was about to waltz my way into, or so I thought. As it turns out, nothing can prepare you for an experience that that of attending a shadow casted movie where transvestites roam the night and girls walk around in underwear. Pretty much, I went just to appease everyone else.

Let me just say- THOSE WERE THE STRANGEST TWO HOURS OF MY LIFE. However, now I have that experience under my belt, so I feel a little bit more street-smart. I laughed, I gaped in horror, and best of all-I met a bunch of characters. It's safe to say I'll probably never go back.

Oh, would you look at that-It's Valentines day as of four hours ago.

To whoever is reading this: Have a good one. The world is filled with lovely things.

Ferris Bueller Would Be Proud.

This week started out slowly, stretching slowly out in front of me like a hundred acres. Today is Wednesday, AKA- the absolute middle of the school week. Marilyn and I finally reached our breaking points this morning. We had actually pulled into her parking space by the auditorium doors when she said, "God, Katy, can't I just go home and skip today?" She of course was just being sarcastic, but I took what she said a little more seriously. "Okay," I said, refusing to get out of the car. "Let's skip." It took a solid five minutes of bantering and scheming to get her to put the car in reverse. Somehow, God only knows how, I got her to be a little rebellious.

Now please keep in mind that I truly have been overall a pretty good kid this year. Last semester I didn't even cut class once. This is major improvement for me compared to second semester of Sophomore's 8 days. But hey, think of it as a mental health day. I mean, really, what would Ferris Bueller do?

The way I see it, a little skipping here and there is practically essential. If we don't take the time to do something mischievous every now and then, we get wound to tightly. And you never know when you'll snap, or spontaneously combust.

Two quotes that have been on my mind recently-

"The course of true love gathers no moss."

"We're all bizarre...some of us are just better at hiding it, that's all."-The Breakfast Club

A composition of my Friday night.

After a particularly gruesome week my two friends and I decided we needed a Friday Night Escape. As always, I was in charge of deciding just how we would kill the hours. Due to a serious need of an improvement in my winter wardrobe, I chose the mall. 

Now let me tell you, some of these sales people are just plain creepy. I'm pretty sure some of them would actually sell a body part just for you to buy something. Oh, and what kind of horrible world do we live in where a mall closes at nine? 

By the time we actually came home it was around midnight. I'd reached the much-coveted moment in fatigue when you actually become delirious. Every word that came out of my mouth seemed to be coated in golden hilarity. Before one, I was out cold, still in my jeans.

Random conversation of the day-

I haven't had one yet, everyone is still asleep.

Random thought of the day-

Why do owls look so wise?

Little Dreams.

Why hello there world.
You're looking quite lovely today.



Lately everything has been spinning 'round so quickly. I barely have time to read, let alone sleep.
Complaint over.

Lately I've also learned that it takes a few things to get the job done.

Work-
Most of the time you don't just wake up skilled and wonderful, well-rounded and dazzling. You have to work for it, cultivate it. With practice comes performance.

Help-
We can't make it alone. DUH. God, where would I be without backup? Well, I'd probably be lost and hungry.

Inspiration-
You've got nothing without it.
Might as well roll back over in bed for the rest of the day.

Away.

The computer at my mother's house is broken, so I won't be posting often until it's fixed.

Update on my life:
The free days I once clung to so desperately have all disappeared. Seriously, I'm lucky to finish my homework on time nowadays. Welcome to LIFE, Katy. My time is split between school, Theater, friends, reading, writing, and sleeping.


My phone was also broken since, well, around the time that school started. The replacement came in the mail around two days ago. It was kind of nice, being cut off from the world for a few months. The silence was much appreciated and I'm sure the once again incessant ringing of my phone will take some getting used to.

I've been gone for so long that I don't even know where to begin. Maybe I can manage to squeeze in another entry tomorrow.

Random thought of the day-
Horses frighten me.

Random conversation of the day-
Dad- Katy, your nails are chipped!
Me- Um...yeah.