Musings over a busy Thursday

It has been a good day.

As I sit here on the couch sipping tea and reflecting.
(even though I should be finishing my paper on the geologic history of the Carolinas.....blech.... that can wait.)


I skipped my first class (so I didn't have to go to school until 2 pm!)

I stumbled across some of the most hilarious pictures of a friend, which I fully intend to use in their senior slideshow...hehehe.

My crush looked exceptionally handsome today.

I singly handedly fixed my computer problem (I should work at a mac store).

I only have three more days of school left, until summer break!
(I choose not to count finals in this tally.)

Annnnd I'm going to see Dave Barnes tomorrow night, with some very good friends (which makes it infinitely better).

*sigh*

Now, back to the rifting of Pangea.

~Katie

(Apparently I really like parentheses.)

Happy (Belated) Earth Day!

Let's pretend I live in a different time zone and I'm not a day late wishing you all a happy earth day.

(picture taken by emily)

~Katie

*sigh* sisters

Last night I opened my itunes to find abby and emily had made a new playlist entitled "katie in songs". 


'awwww' I thought, 'how sweet of them to make me a playlist'.


however, I clicked on my playlist, I found it filled with songs with titles like this:


Maneater
Gold Digger
Drama Queen
You Know I'm No Good
Big Girl (You Are Beautiful)








cute guys, reallllly cute.






~Katie

Milk Teef!

Have you ever checked out this blog?
It makes me smile and is suuuuper cute!

Annndd, even better...there is going to be a Milk Toof book!

I am sooo excited, this book will definitely be on my wish list.
~Katie

ship in a bottle

photo taken from Steve Madden's website

Isn't her outfit so classy yet adorable? 

It makes me long for the beach! I can't wait until June!

p.s. I can't figure out why the picture is so tiny on the blog. Forgive me.

- Emily

Ah subconscious, sometimes you creep me out

To begin this strange tale my subconscious concocted, let me make it known that I hardly ever remember any of my dreams. ANY.

I had a favorite muskrat that lived beside our creek. He was the third child of the muskrat family, approximately fifteen pounds, liked to be carried like a baby, was named something like D.B. or Deedee, and was owned by a very famous singer named Peter. But, his mother ate our dog. So, my family was bitter and didn't want me to keep baby muskrat, so I started emailing Peter talking about how awesome sauce his rodent-like creatures were. About this time, my dad has a fit about how he doesn't understand why Peter would ever want to email me and this and that. End part one of dream.

Soon after this, (while still talking to Peter via email), we went to camp, which instead of being on the lake, was on a stone boat. Sort of awesome, right? Katie and I were staying below deck, and our counselor was super excited that we were there, but wouldn't tell us who was staying in our cabin, which we found super annoying. Then I saw some of my friends, but my one friend looked like he had a few years ago and it creeped me out. Then I got an email from Peter and the dream sort of ended. Then I awoke, wondering why I dreamed of muskrats eating my dog.

Anyway, Emily and I have only one week of co-op left! Yay! We are both super ecstatic. Here's a picture that make me laugh. We look super fly in our hats. Hah!

 - Abigail