Hun, You Just Don't Glare

First off, I must say that I find my titles on this blog more interesting then on my last blog, as those were just saying what I was going to write about in "Friends" style (check the titles of friends episodes).

Now that I got that out of my system, let me continue. Quick notes; I did do good on that Spanish test. The only one in my pod who did better was Brij, and well...duh. He got 50/50. Durr. But I did better than Aniket and Scott, so that's always nice, seeing as they always say I'm an idiot. ; D

I am listening to the song "The Well and the Lighthouse" by Arcade Fire. I love this song a lot, you should check it out. You fool, now that you know your end is near, you always fall for what you desire or what you fear...what you fear...what you fear... I repeat, I love this song. I love the songs. I love the words. Unfortunately, my words seem to be unable to come together lately. I miss my writing, I miss being able to whip out a poem. I miss being able to write a poem slowly. What is wrong lately that makes it so all of them come out choppy, mediocre and dry? We are learning about the structures of poems in class today, and Kaiser said that poets think about these things when they write, but I dont' know any poet who thinks, "I am going to write an iambic pentameter" when they write. I sure don't. Some how I doubt that's why I can't write lately though.

On a good note, for the first time possibly ever, I got to dress exactly how I wanted to today. I wore jeans, plaid shoes and earrings, those weird fishnet-y fingerless glove things...and well...I can't explain the rest, but it was very Katie-esque. Unfortunately, only Liz realized that it was Katie-esque and a few other people asked me why I was wearing that today. Because I like it...duh. It's not what I normally wear, but it's what I have always wanted to wear. I plan to dress like me much more often now. I need to get more of these weird glove things. ; D Anyone know where I can get red tights?

So real quick at the end (though this will probably turn out not to be so quick) I am going to spurt out writing and not pause to think what I'm writing about. Starting....NOW: Freshman elections are coming up. I have to work on making posters tonight, I just remembered. People should really vote for me for President, I want to be more and more now that I think about it. Anything to beat Bekah really, which sounds bad but she already acts like she's president and that really bugs me, and everyone else on student council whom I've talked to. Her friends may want her to be president, but they haven't seen her in action. If you are going to say that every officer has to sign a sheet...don't forget to sign it yourself. Me and Jake are doing good, or at least I think we are, we're good on my side. Though he glared at me after we kissed today...what the hell? Who does that. Silly Jake. I should have pushed him into another senior for that like I did the other day when he called me fat. xD Wow, I am really making him sound like a horrible boyfriend- just so you know, he's not. Hey, Hana if you are reading this which you probably will because you are an excellent friend, well...I don't know what I want to say. Uhm...this must be awkward to read for you? I really don't mind if you don't want to read my blog, or if you don't want me to talk about him to you, I just don't know where my boundaries are there for your comfort zone.

Anyways, peace out.
~Katie