I have less than two weeks of undergraduate schooling left.
I plan on staying longer after classes end. I want to milk these days as best I can.
I don't know how to not impersonate my person.
Love,
Katie
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
BFFs. No we're not.
Heyo.
It was a daunting weekend. Want to know why? Even if you don't I'm telling you anyway.
After spending much of Friday afternoon doing work in the Library, I realized my keys were locked inside my house and that I am the most intelligent person in the world. Bess tried to break in with a Blockbuster card and then Justin and Eva traipsed by my door. "Hey! Ha...locked outta mah house! I'm such a...silly person. Heh heh...heh.....Well, see ya later!" Justin tried to break in through my roommate's window but to no avail. "Oh well. Call me if you need a couch." With that they stumbled forth into the night.
And thus began a night of slumber at Bess' house. This slumber included a wonderfully vivid dream about Erica being an art teacher at the summer camp I dreamedly (I made up a word) worked at. The most exciting part I can remember is when a camper introduced herself as Melanie and I said "Oh! Well, you look like a Melanie." Erica took me aside and said I was racist for saying that. And un-PC. I said no I'm not racist. Nor un-PC.
Take that, Erica.
Saturday morning as if by some heavenly miracle brought forth by St. Francis himself (so sue me. I like animals), the Blockbuster card tore through that door with a vengeance. So I put on my Easter outfit and my Easter shoes and got in my car and drowned out the poopiness of the day with some new Bloc Party, until I came upon the ridiculously unnecessary detour about 8 feet before the 78 entrance ramp. (Have you seen this? What could they possibly be doing to an 8 foot stretch of road?) And this detour was a detour to rival all detours. I thought the highway department was playing a joke on drivers. I can just see them in their fluorescent traffic vests and hard hats, smiling villainously and rubbing their dirty, grubby, sausagy hands together saying "heheheee turn left. No right. NO LEFT again. NO RIIIGHT!!!! MUUUhahahah!"
But I made it home. And watched my dad try and control the SEVEN LAMBS he RENTED for our Easter Extravaganza ("What? I like animals"). After watching little kids beat a donkey pinata adorned with makeshift bunny ears, I decided to hide from my family. But not before all 35 of them asked me what I was doing with my life! Oh no. You don't get off that easy! You see it's all about comparisons and making sure no one else is doing better than little Henry who's going to grad school for stem cell research or Barbara who wants to feed yogurt to starving children in Uganda. Over the years, I have developed a way to combat these inquiries. I just tell them I plan on getting my SCUBA certification and marrying rich, or something equally housewifey.
Acting? What about acting.
No, actually I am really excited to work on Moliere, but not as excited for the rhyming. It sounds beautiful but g-damn it's hard to not get into a Dr. Seuss-y rhyming funk. Also, I think I am having trouble trying not to be Phoebe when I play Celimene. I am looking forward to my lovely classmates' help.
This is long-winded.
Love,
Katie
It was a daunting weekend. Want to know why? Even if you don't I'm telling you anyway.
After spending much of Friday afternoon doing work in the Library, I realized my keys were locked inside my house and that I am the most intelligent person in the world. Bess tried to break in with a Blockbuster card and then Justin and Eva traipsed by my door. "Hey! Ha...locked outta mah house! I'm such a...silly person. Heh heh...heh.....Well, see ya later!" Justin tried to break in through my roommate's window but to no avail. "Oh well. Call me if you need a couch." With that they stumbled forth into the night.
And thus began a night of slumber at Bess' house. This slumber included a wonderfully vivid dream about Erica being an art teacher at the summer camp I dreamedly (I made up a word) worked at. The most exciting part I can remember is when a camper introduced herself as Melanie and I said "Oh! Well, you look like a Melanie." Erica took me aside and said I was racist for saying that. And un-PC. I said no I'm not racist. Nor un-PC.
Take that, Erica.
Saturday morning as if by some heavenly miracle brought forth by St. Francis himself (so sue me. I like animals), the Blockbuster card tore through that door with a vengeance. So I put on my Easter outfit and my Easter shoes and got in my car and drowned out the poopiness of the day with some new Bloc Party, until I came upon the ridiculously unnecessary detour about 8 feet before the 78 entrance ramp. (Have you seen this? What could they possibly be doing to an 8 foot stretch of road?) And this detour was a detour to rival all detours. I thought the highway department was playing a joke on drivers. I can just see them in their fluorescent traffic vests and hard hats, smiling villainously and rubbing their dirty, grubby, sausagy hands together saying "heheheee turn left. No right. NO LEFT again. NO RIIIGHT!!!! MUUUhahahah!"
But I made it home. And watched my dad try and control the SEVEN LAMBS he RENTED for our Easter Extravaganza ("What? I like animals"). After watching little kids beat a donkey pinata adorned with makeshift bunny ears, I decided to hide from my family. But not before all 35 of them asked me what I was doing with my life! Oh no. You don't get off that easy! You see it's all about comparisons and making sure no one else is doing better than little Henry who's going to grad school for stem cell research or Barbara who wants to feed yogurt to starving children in Uganda. Over the years, I have developed a way to combat these inquiries. I just tell them I plan on getting my SCUBA certification and marrying rich, or something equally housewifey.
Acting? What about acting.
No, actually I am really excited to work on Moliere, but not as excited for the rhyming. It sounds beautiful but g-damn it's hard to not get into a Dr. Seuss-y rhyming funk. Also, I think I am having trouble trying not to be Phoebe when I play Celimene. I am looking forward to my lovely classmates' help.
This is long-winded.
Love,
Katie
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Beyonce
That is: Beyonce steppin awn out like BAYUM.
Games were definitely what I needed to wake up/forget about my test for a while. Having just taken it, maybe I should have cut class to study instead. Just playin.
As for the chair race... I want to continue it another time! With blocks! And a first aid kit!
I think maybe I need to re-read the text so that I know what I'm doing. I will be honest, I stood there trying to recall some of the plot while we were condensing our scenes into short synopses. Also, I should catch up on blog entries. And do so by actually writing something significant instead of "class was fun today" and "Katherine's shirt was pretty" and "collige is diffacult."
No time like the present:
ehem.
I have been seriously contemplating (for a couple of weeks now) a career that combines marketing with theatre. I love marketing. I love theatre. I might extract jubilance from the marketing of theatre. And even if I don't, I think it's a great start for me. Although there is a sort of monopoly in marketing Broadway shows (jqmcoisdl Nielsen hudhcniscfl), there might be a tiny beam of light in smaller pursuits. Perhaps regional theatre or just marketing the arts in general since I have had experience with a smallish contemporary art museum.
If anyone has any suggestions, please PLEASE let me know. Anything is welcome, as I cannot be overly selective at this point.
Thanks.
Sincerely,
Katherine Kozlowski
Games were definitely what I needed to wake up/forget about my test for a while. Having just taken it, maybe I should have cut class to study instead. Just playin.
As for the chair race... I want to continue it another time! With blocks! And a first aid kit!
I think maybe I need to re-read the text so that I know what I'm doing. I will be honest, I stood there trying to recall some of the plot while we were condensing our scenes into short synopses. Also, I should catch up on blog entries. And do so by actually writing something significant instead of "class was fun today" and "Katherine's shirt was pretty" and "collige is diffacult."
No time like the present:
ehem.
I have been seriously contemplating (for a couple of weeks now) a career that combines marketing with theatre. I love marketing. I love theatre. I might extract jubilance from the marketing of theatre. And even if I don't, I think it's a great start for me. Although there is a sort of monopoly in marketing Broadway shows (jqmcoisdl Nielsen hudhcniscfl), there might be a tiny beam of light in smaller pursuits. Perhaps regional theatre or just marketing the arts in general since I have had experience with a smallish contemporary art museum.
If anyone has any suggestions, please PLEASE let me know. Anything is welcome, as I cannot be overly selective at this point.
Thanks.
Sincerely,
Katherine Kozlowski
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