Sleeping is for losers.
Especially at night time. I have come to observe through my short but meaningful lifetime that in the middle of the night is when I think the best. I write most of my blog stuff late at night. I write most of my English papers late at night. There is just something magical that happens past 10:30. I don't know how to explain it.
Now please, do not get me wrong. I absolutely love my sleep. In fact, I have now learned how to sleep in school. (I do not suggest this to anyone, but I do it as a means of survival on an almost daily basis.) Most of the time I try to go to sleep at a decent hour. But there are some nights, like tonight for example, that I just lay awake thinking.
It is in these quiet moments, the moments when everything is still but me and my brain, that God speaks to me. Maybe he speaks to me all the time, but I hear it the most at night.
All I know is that, although I dearly, dearly love to sleep, I would give up feeling tired any day for the nights when I lie awake in bed, thinking, praying, and listening.
Sleeping is definitely for losers.
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Friday, April 13, 2012
Pigskin
Pigskin. "An oval shaped ball used in American and Canadian football. These balls were originally made from pigskin." - Urbandictionary.com
Today, I engaged in a game of flag football. Actually, to be completely accurate, I engaged in 4 games of flag football. Now, for those of you who do not know, I am not an athlete. I do not run. I do not (usually) sweat. I do not play sports (especially football). And I played 4 games of flag football. I almost died.
Literally, I was out of breath, and I haven't run that much in my entire life. Afterwards, I was cranky, hot, tired, and I just wanted to go home.
However, I also had an amazing time. One of the best times ever.
So what did I learn?
Even horrible things can bring great joy.
Saturday, April 7, 2012
The Titanic & Tears
Yesterday I saw the Titanic for the first time ever. Let me just say that this movie emotionally changed my life. If you have not seen this: GO SEE IT RIGHT NOW!!!!!! Please. For me. Go.
Anyways, I cried my eyes out, (which is typical me, as you will soon learn) but not for the reasons that most people do. I mean, yes, of course, I was sad that the beautiful and incredible Jack Dawson froze to death in the ocean, and that Rose however-you-spell-her-name had to live without her real true love. But for me, that was not the main tragedy of the story.
Personally, what gets me, is the fact that the aristocracy does not care about the lower class. They could care less if the men and boys die. 19 out of 20 boats sat and watched thousands of people freeze to death. What's even worse: the fact that although the line between aristocracy and lower class is not as clearly defined, and there are no official barriers between the two, there is still a distinct space between the rich and the poor. And I don't know if people in todays society would react any differently to the death of thousands than the aristocracy in the lifeboats did. And this, my friends, is the part of the movie that makes me truly sad.
Anyways, I cried my eyes out, (which is typical me, as you will soon learn) but not for the reasons that most people do. I mean, yes, of course, I was sad that the beautiful and incredible Jack Dawson froze to death in the ocean, and that Rose however-you-spell-her-name had to live without her real true love. But for me, that was not the main tragedy of the story.
Personally, what gets me, is the fact that the aristocracy does not care about the lower class. They could care less if the men and boys die. 19 out of 20 boats sat and watched thousands of people freeze to death. What's even worse: the fact that although the line between aristocracy and lower class is not as clearly defined, and there are no official barriers between the two, there is still a distinct space between the rich and the poor. And I don't know if people in todays society would react any differently to the death of thousands than the aristocracy in the lifeboats did. And this, my friends, is the part of the movie that makes me truly sad.
Thursday, April 5, 2012
The Beginning
First of all, let me say: This blog is not about constipation.
On the contrary it is about my life, and all the crazy (yet amazing... sometimes) things that happen to me! My name is Kathryn and I am a teenager. Oh yes, the crazy kids who run through the mall trashing food courts and getting ticketed for PDA. That would be me (or... not really me... my friends.) I don't really have many super close friends, but I have lots of not-so-close friends. I've never had a boyfriend, never been asked out, never been kissed. Basically I'm a complete virgin.
So anywhoo -- enough about me! On to the reason for this blog!
I created this blog because I need a place to vent the crazy things that happen in my life. Now... I have attempted (and failed) to start blogs before. The reason that they failed was ultimately because I didn't post often enough. I refuse to let that happen this time! So I am going to write stories about whatever crazy, ironic, interesting things happen to me throughout my life.
So, you might be wondering: Why would you call your blog Stuck in the Bathroom? What the heck does the toilet have to do with anything you have to say?
Well it all started about a year ago. I arrived early for a band competition and discovered that I had to use the restroom. Well, you see, this competition was held after school was already over, so the door was locked. My band director politely unlocked the door, and let me in the restroom. Now, you see, this is where it gets interesting. When I was finished doing business, and I tried to open the door to get out, the door was locked. This is just the kind of thing that is consistently happening to my friends and me. (By the way... I eventually got out after much pounding, screaming, and hysteric crying) A couple months afterwards, as I was recounting this event in my head, I decided that when I became an adult, I was going to write a book titled "Adventures from the Bathroom," as a tribute to my crazy life. I realize this is not a book, however, I decided to change the title and start a blog instead.
So ultimately: If you want to hear about all the insane events that happen to a teenage girl, and her crazy thoughts, then read this blog. Click the follow button. (:
-Kathryn
On the contrary it is about my life, and all the crazy (yet amazing... sometimes) things that happen to me! My name is Kathryn and I am a teenager. Oh yes, the crazy kids who run through the mall trashing food courts and getting ticketed for PDA. That would be me (or... not really me... my friends.) I don't really have many super close friends, but I have lots of not-so-close friends. I've never had a boyfriend, never been asked out, never been kissed. Basically I'm a complete virgin.
So anywhoo -- enough about me! On to the reason for this blog!
I created this blog because I need a place to vent the crazy things that happen in my life. Now... I have attempted (and failed) to start blogs before. The reason that they failed was ultimately because I didn't post often enough. I refuse to let that happen this time! So I am going to write stories about whatever crazy, ironic, interesting things happen to me throughout my life.
So, you might be wondering: Why would you call your blog Stuck in the Bathroom? What the heck does the toilet have to do with anything you have to say?
Well it all started about a year ago. I arrived early for a band competition and discovered that I had to use the restroom. Well, you see, this competition was held after school was already over, so the door was locked. My band director politely unlocked the door, and let me in the restroom. Now, you see, this is where it gets interesting. When I was finished doing business, and I tried to open the door to get out, the door was locked. This is just the kind of thing that is consistently happening to my friends and me. (By the way... I eventually got out after much pounding, screaming, and hysteric crying) A couple months afterwards, as I was recounting this event in my head, I decided that when I became an adult, I was going to write a book titled "Adventures from the Bathroom," as a tribute to my crazy life. I realize this is not a book, however, I decided to change the title and start a blog instead.
So ultimately: If you want to hear about all the insane events that happen to a teenage girl, and her crazy thoughts, then read this blog. Click the follow button. (:
-Kathryn
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