Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Passive isn't a good thing: an informative post.

If there were any way to express my apathy toward education right now, this would be it:
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I don't think I've mentioned it before, but I go to three schools. 
Which can be an absolute nightmare when it comes to finals.
"Why do you go to three schools?" You may ask? 
 Because I live in Washington, there's such a thing as 'free college' for Juniors and Seniors in high school (community college: students can get their 2-year prereq's before university). 
Aside from that, I go to a K-12 public school, and a private high school academy. 
They're all in different towns -unfortunately none where I live. 
One school is twenty minutes away, the next is half an hour away, and the third is about 45 minutes to an hour away.
On some days I hit all three schools in a day. 
Other days I only go to two.

For now, I have three different countdowns till summer.
I cannot WIAT till I only go to one school (next fall!).
It'll be so great. 

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

I can almost taste summer

Not quite yet. But almost.

"Next time you're watching a play, and they ask 'what's the plot?' You can say, well I don't know, where's the table of values?" -Dr. Burger, lesson 8-4.
I cannot wait to finish math and move on to better things in life. 
Things like ... flowers. And music. And dress shopping. And fishing.
Say what!? Fishing? That's right. It's on my bucket list to successfully catch a fish and eat it.
It will happen. Because it's almost summertime. And that's when the fishing is good.
(At least, that's what I've been told.)   
Jacket: Thrift store. Shirt: China. Jeans: Forever 21. Shoes: Payless. Green grass: April showers.  

Monday, May 9, 2011

It's a Monday

Today was intense.
Today was full of driving.*
Tuday, I can't spell 'Today', must be a Monday.
It is indeed a Monday.
(Reason #547 I'm looking forward to summer.) 

*Today an enormous semi-truck didn't see me and nearly merged me into the other lane.
I was in between said immense truck and another large logging truck coming directly at me.
This was going 60. Don't try this at home. But because Jesus loves me, there wasn't a scratch on my body. Or my car. Hallelujah! 

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Oh Coffee.. it's what you do to me.

Right now, this very moment,
there's something bolting throughout my entire body.
And it's not just the blood in my veins.'s mixed with coffee as well.
(Oxygen too. Duh.)  
The entire french press now looks so discontent because he's bare..
No longer does he have happy little ground beans to keep him warm...
 ...because I drank up all his insides.
(Too graphic? Don't be alarmed, it's only coffee, my friends.) 
I just consumed the entire press. Within an hour, to be precise.
What have I learned from this? 
It tickles my rib cage and elates my mood.
Just what I needed to get through today's homework load.
 Cheerio chaps!
Reason #546 I'm looking forward to summer. 

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Queen's Day

My name is Katie Ann and I sometimes procrastinate.
True story. This post is a bit overdue. 
Anyway, the day after the royal wedding (yes, I watched it)
was Queen's Day in the Netherlands.
After skyping a friend from Holland, I, along with two 
wonderful friends, went on a picnic.
(Confession: 'Queen's Day' was an excuse.) 
An excuse to eat little sandwiches and juice
(...and almonds) ...on a picnic blanket a beautiful location. 
..that just so happened to be sunny. 
It was lovely. 
You know what else was lovely? 
Nina's shoes:
...oh, and Nina. 
...Who just so happens to have the most beautiful princess hair ever. Thus making all the other girls jealous. See that curl? It's natural. See that color? That's natural too. 

Sunday, May 1, 2011

A decade has gone by...

I honestly have a world of emotions going through my head about the death of Osama Bin Laden.

I can understand why so many people are triumphing over his demise, but some tend to forget that we fall short of the glory of God too (Romans 3:23). Don't get me wrong, I'm incredibly thankful for our country, I'm thankful for the people that defend this country, and I feel beyond blessed to live here. I will never forget what happened on 9/11, and I am downcast when I think that something so terrible and inhumane happened to so many innocent individuals and their families. HOWEVER, I hate that we have to rejoice over his death . . . because he was never shown the love of Christ. I hate that people are calling him incredibly disturbing names, and I hate that there has to be so much hate toward one man. 
But the point I'm getting to is this: I know he sinned. I've sinned too. So what's the difference? No, I've never killed a man. But I've lied. And isn't one sin just as bad as the next? Who ever decided sin could be justified?  
It just makes me heart broken that he was never able to experience the love of Jesus. Why do I care so much for an individual who killed hundred-thousands of people? I honestly have no idea. Perhaps it's because Jesus cared too? I can't imagine what God goes through every time someone is eternally separated from him. Blows.My.Mind. It also blows my mind that even though a person can do something so barbaric-like, that Jesus would still love and forgive them if they choose to turnabout. 

"If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven and forgive their sin and will heal their land." -2 Chronicles 7:14