The Katiesams

ENGAGED!!!

2005-12-28T12:24:00.000-05:00

Hello Friend! I got engaged on Christmas Eve to the love of my life, Lucien Dean Hertert III! He took us to the spot where we met and got right down to business, on bended knee no less. I said YES, of course! We have been together for 3 years and 4 months, the timing was perfect. Being the technological master that he is, he created a new blog for us. While I have not been ever so faithful with the upkeep of this blog for my readers, I foresee even greater difficulty with keeping up two blogs. I may post here if I have something really important to say that doesn't involve the wedding plans. I expect that my time to do such exposition will be at a premium and any of you desiring to keep up with my most recent thoughts and activities will want to check in at that site. www.lukeandkatie.com Easy to remember and straight-forward for you, fair reader. It should prove to be an entertaining read. My fiance is quite a hilarious man. So check in there from time to time to get the latest and greatest news about the wedding and the events in our lives as we go through this particular American rite-of-passage. Thanks and God Bless! Katie

yeah

2005-12-06T18:49:00.000-05:00

So here I sit with a single velvet Thinsulate (c) glove on my desk. Today there was also a fire truck, Tonka of course, not the full-sized kind (what, are you crazy?) I also have the usual stacks of papers, unclaimed notebooks found in the conference room I monitor. These stacks of papers tell about what the trends will be in fashion for Christmas next year. Wouldn't you like to know? You can't, sorry, signed a confidentiality agreement. I also have a $480 sweater on my desk. Yes, just one sweater that cost that price, pre-tax. If you grew up like I did you probably think it would have to be the greatest sweater in all the world to fetch such a price. It's pretty. It's tiny. It may weigh several ounces, but that would be due to the wood buttons and bead work the actual material BARELY makes it a sweater. So I sit here at my desk and blink and wonder how this became my life. How I got this job at this time. How I manage to shrug and avert my eyes when an old friend or acquaintance asks if I like it while I sheepishly mutter, "Yeah, I never thought I would, but I do." The truth is there are days that are exciting when we're in the news or they're showing some fabulous new sweaters. Some days I am the hero for sending a fax or finding a number. I'm in a position where knowledge is power and I have come to know quite a lot. I am still humbled constantly when I have no idea about something that I ought to know after a year here. I still have these moments with my boss where he rolls his eyes or sighs or tells me forcefully that he knows what that is, but what's THAT. My stomach sinks in those moments and I know I turn red because I feel my ears getting hot. I have learned that I am stronger than I thought I was and more sensitive than I want to be. Why I can't I be sensitive when I'm in an interpersonal setting where grace and truth need to be delicately balanced, but not at the office? I continually think of the sage words of John Lennon, "Life is what happens to you while you're making other plans." This is that life.

wonderfull weekend

2005-11-21T18:47:00.000-05:00

I just adore going home anywhere near a holiday. I had the best time catching up with old friends and reconnecting with Northeastern Ohio. It is not a glamourous place, that's for sure. It just has this easy sensibility. There is not a ton to do, so you sit and talk. We watched football games, theater movies and even some mindless cable at certain points, but I would have been completely fine just talking to the many people I saw. I will only remember that this was the weekend that I saw Harry Potter and Chicken Little because I have it recorded here. It will not stand out to me that this year Ohio State beat Michigan in a last 5 minutes, breath-holdingly exciting game. I will remember that I got to help my Grandpa get to church as he becomes less and less self-propelled. I will remember going to the big Malone group Thanksgiving to catch up with a whole gang of people I used to associate myself with on a fairly regular basis. That was amazing. I had a ball. I will remember glow bowling with friends and family. I just adore the people that live there. Too many good people in Ohio. It's worth the weather.

2005-11-09T13:10:00.000-05:00

So, a friend sent me this today and I think we all ought to take a moment and stare in wonder.

Wonder* Wonder* WONDER!*

I think it might just get better the longer you look at it. It is so fabulous to dress your children up as their favorite character for Halloween. It works even better when they are naturally graced with the perfect hair. As a girl who has built many a Halloween costume entirely around the qualities provided by my hair, I salute the mother or father with the foresight to dress their offspring in these costumes. Or maybe the young lads actually begged to be festooned with mustache and moonboots. No matter what, I just get a huge kick out of this...

Belief

2005-11-02T19:59:00.000-05:00

"I was wondering the other day, why it is that we turn pop figures into idols? I have a theory, of course. I think we have this need to be cool, that there is this undercurrent in society that says some people are cool and some people aren't. And it is very, very important that we are cool. So, when we find somebody who is cool on television or on the radio, we associate ourselves with this person to feel valid ourselves. And the problem I have with this is that we rarely know what the person believes whom we are associating ourselves with. The problem with this is that it indicates there is less value in what people believe, what they stand for: it only matters that they are cool... The thing I have to work on in myself is this issue of belief. Gandhi believed Jesus when He said to turn the other cheek. Gandhi brouhgt down the British Empire, deeply injured the caste system, and changed the world. Mother Teresa believed Jesus when He said everybody was priceless, even the ugly ones, the smelly ones, and Mother Teresa changed the world by showing them that a uman being can be selfless. Peter finally believed the gospel after he got yelled at by Paul. Peter and Paul changed the world by starting small churches in godless towns. Eminem believes hi is a better rapper than other rappers. Profound. Let's all follow Eminem." from Blue Like Jazz by Donald Miller. Donald pretty much sums it up more succinctly than I've ever been capable of, but here's how it relates to my world. I was messing around with My Space today and decided to update the stuff I'd left blank back in August when I first signed up. I started with "Searching...ever searching" as my header and congratulated myself on appearing deep. Then I did heroes and I put my parents and grandparents for their committed, honest lives. Then I went to the music segment. I placed a few of my top artists in there, the ones that get recognition. I was ecclectic with indie, rock and classic sensibilities. I threw my favorite worship music in there at the end to seem Spiritual. I sat back and thought about how my viewers would be able to assess me with my artistic and intelligent taste. I then came home and read the above section. Why should my appreciation for the music of Weezer tell anyone anything about me? Affiliating myself with certain bands and artists doesn't make me who I am. It may convey what you might happen to hear when riding in my car, but my essence lies in what I believe, how I act. THAT is the most important thing. And it's time to start living like it. Deliberately and actively living out exactly what I say I believe. Jesus is the center.

hardly Halloween

2005-10-31T18:19:00.000-05:00

Expand. Contract. Breathe in and hold it. It has been a very surreal day, for a large number of reasons. I woke up to the bedroom I have still not gotten entirely used to since I re-arranged a couple weeks ago. It was earlier than I usually rise in order to make it to a doctor's appointment. I also woke up to 5 guests in my apartment... on a Monday morning. I made my peanut butter and jelly lunch before I did anything else. Then my friend Teresa, also an early riser apparently, got up and gave me one of the best hugs ever to greet me. She's a talented hugger. The Lovedrug guys, who I hosted for two days, are expert sleepers. They didn't even roll over to my alarm ringing through the apartment twice. Pros. I didn't wear a costume. I wore costumes all weekend, not today. I made my way to a new doctor. I hate going to a new doctor, the forms are mountainous, each one requiring your permission to do things to you that you do not want to have done. Today it was allergy testing. "Here we are going to poke things into you that will make you itch and tell you not to scratch. Not that it matters, though. We're putting them on your back, so you can't reach them to scratch them anyway." I just hope my insurance covers it, that will really be torture if I have to pay several hundred dollars for the priviledge. Work was numbing today. I don't know about this job. I mean, I never really knew, but I really don't know about this job. I sat and weighed pros and cons in my head as I updated contact lists and entered data. It could definitely be so much more boring than it is, often it can be fairly exciting. I guess I would just really have to be excited about the end result. That I just can't muster. "Lord Jesus, guide my steps, show me where and when to go..."

NEW

2005-10-18T18:49:00.000-04:00

Hi I'm buying my first new car tonight. I am so nervous and excited I can barely type! I have chosen the most beautiful car in the world! It is a 2006 Honda CRV SE. I think it is spectacular and I will give everyone a ride in it if they want. Hooray! I've got to ride the excitement, because I know paying off the loan is not going to be nearly as much fun. It is beautiful and has lots of nice features, like power windows and cruise control. I am really living the high life now! Everything with the car should be completed by the end of the week, just in time to visit my brother in Athens, Ohio. I will really get to "stretch the legs" of my new car by traveling on to West Virginia with the whole family for a cabin weekend. It should be fun and now I'm not dreading the 4 to 5 hour drive, one way. It is the nicest thing I have ever owned.

Lady-NOT-in-waiting

2005-10-06T16:15:00.000-04:00

I have decided to live each day as if it is never going to happen. I waited and wanted and stressed, then made a mistake because I was so tired of waiting. Now, I just pretend as though I am not waiting. It is easier not to live expectant of something that seems like it's never going to come. Tapping your toe freshman year didn't make graduation come any quicker for anyone, and pregnant women living in misery at the sight of their growing everything don't give birth any sooner. It is just easier to live as just me. And doing that as well as I possibly can. Loving Jesus in the best way I can. Loving my friends as hard as possible. Working at my job with duty and responsibility. Taking care of my body and securing the healthiest future I can possibly influence. I am good as I am. Some people think I am great as I am. Spirited, feisty, impacting and a little crazy. Someday things will be very different for me- I like them as they are right now.

Howdy

2005-08-30T14:47:00.000-04:00

Today feels like a mosey. Not a saunter or a gallop. Just an easy paced mosey. Things have been flying past me for the past week and big secrets have been whispered around my head. I'm very tired. I just don't have the strength to bust it. I shall mosey and feel good about where I am. I have decided to do less than my very best if I just can't make it. Fall makes me feel terrible, so I'm afraid I can't make it. I shall try to pick up the pace, but for now I'm moseying. I am going to go home and watch a movie that makes me feel good in my bed. I may fold some laundry or make a fruit salad, but I'm moseying. If I don't get to it. It's not the end of the world.

Yeah

2005-08-26T16:14:00.000-04:00

I find that I blog so infrequently because I think I am supposed to have some revelation or meaningful insight to life. I guess those that read this are less interested in some sweeping thought line and more in me. So I shall try to faithfully share a little more of myself a little more often. Anyhoo, this weekend has seemed like it would never come. I have longed for the weekend this entire week. I am not so into working for a living this week and have been very prone to day-dreaming about what I would do if I quit my job and used my savings to do something I wanted to do. I am anxious to get out of the United States sometime soon. With only 2 weeks of vacation all year, international travel isn't all that possible in the remaining 2005 calendar year. Especially since I used a week in February to go to Mexico. It just seems that one trip a year isn't enough. I am incredibly curious about some European destinations. Particularly Italy thanks to my MK friend, Adrienne. I just desire the adventure of being somewhere that doesn't look like America or Ohio, more specifically. There was talk of a Californian escapade, but it did not transpire. So, that's me. About to start a delicious weekend. I hope yours is great as well.

Herterts House

2005-08-20T18:04:00.000-04:00

I am at Luke's parents house for the weekend. Actually, just Saturday night and Sunday day. I have a ton of fun here because they let me sit and eat, talk, laugh. It is so fun and take it easy time. We come down and chill out. We went to the thrift and I got a couple sweaters and jeans. It was fun times. I love being here. These are great weekends getting to know this wonderful family.

Hooray!

2005-07-20T13:23:00.000-04:00

So, now for normal news from an exceptional day! It is my Birthday today. (Feel free to respond) Yes, thank you. It has been very fun so far. I had myself a jog and then showered speedily in order to go to Luke's. He made me breakfast. A blueberry pancake and an omelet. Coffee and water (since I was thirsty from my jog.) He is so fabulous that he did all this before 8 am. Luke hates to get up when it is still morning. He even had beautiful flowers and a card for me at breakfast. I LOVE HIM!

that's FUNNY!

2005-07-15T11:23:00.000-04:00

I am struck today by the nature of humor. I saw something on a friend's blog that made me laugh. It was a character originally introduced to me by a co-worker that I don't know very well, but seems to have a very above average sense of humor in my book. That's the thing about humor. I find my co-worker friend funny, but there have to be some out there that don't get it (best case scenario) or find him obnoxious (worst case.) If you think you know someone well, ask him what his favorite comedies are. You may not know them as well as you think. Back at Malone there were movies that added to the general parlance. I pitied the poor souls who had never seen the classics; Billy Madison, Tommy Boy or Dumb and Dumber, before Freshman year. I honestly feel they probably had a hard time making friends those first few weeks until they were invited to the right movie nights and were initiated. I give some credit to Zoolander for the start of my relationship. Either that or the time that Hollywood Video closed that fateful night, August 8, 2002. Funny movies are part of my life and funny people are an even larger part of my life, but we'll save that for more discussion later. I'm off early today and pleased as punch. I wish peace, love and laughs to all.

An old blog

2005-06-06T16:15:00.000-04:00

(I wrote this in early May, but didn't post it:) Two friends have approached me with moments of crisis in the past 24 hours. Their concerns were along the lines of relationships, work stress and general health. (Is anyone else feeling that this is the worst Spring for allergies in a LONG time?) I was able to identify with their places in life and, hopefully, offer some wisdom and kind words. I treasure both of these individuals and I wanted to be able to speak to their issues with compassion and truth. I would love to think I was able to. Those two encounters meant far more to me than most of the things I have spent my time doing lately. I have recently made the discovery that I really feel useful when I help. I LOVE helping and I need it. Service was a major cornerstone of my formative years. My parents chose to serve in their careers and the model they set was a fairly persuasive one. I don't believe that I know any other way to live well. It also has such a direct connection to my relationship with my God. I believe that serving as a counselor is a part of my calling. I've been trying to hammer that out for the past 6 years of my life. I entered college with counseling as my goal and found the schooling in order to be a therapist was not what I had anticipated. I was also thrown off track when I fell in love with Communication Arts. I still feel that my chosen degree may serve me when I decide to really pursue counseling; I just have to decide where and when.

Group

2005-06-02T23:21:00.000-04:00

there is a unique thing in the community of God that is completely lacking outside of it. UNCONDITIONAL LOVE that anesthetizes some of the deepest pains we can encounter in our lives. some of my friends are aware of my transgressions and others are not, but i find the love is there no matter what. a band of world-weary Christ followers just left my house with hugs and promises of prayer. i find that i am in a much different place than i was on the way home from work some 4 hours ago. i only hope that the community that is surrounding me and holding me up is also doing that for the one i care for and have hurt so deeply. for he deserves it much more than i...

Blame

2005-05-31T17:51:00.000-04:00

This was in an email from my friend Sam Subick, "i believe everything happens for a reason, very strongly, i even believe we sometimes create our own randomness and that in our actions for doing so we also have reasons, even if we refuse to search for or admit to them, or even if it is just so that for a moment we can believe we are bigger than we are" This has been the most poignant thing I have read in this valley of grief and fear where I have taken up residence for the past several days. I made some terrible choices that I feel almost represented an out-of-body experience for me. I didn't have a rational thought in my head before I acted in ways that were completely out of character for me. I believe I acted out of fear and selfishness. Never the motivating factors one wants to admit to in life. I think that is the most direct reason for these bad decisions that are uncharacteristic of me. I always think about everything, mostly far too much, if I am to err in some way that involves thinking. And yet I missed thinking when the consequences were to hurt the most precious thing in my life. I wish I could take my sins back (with all my being.) I pray that the anger and pain I have caused are not irreparable, because my heart certainly feels like it. I want to fix it. And I can't. But this can't be the way it ends. Aside from this, my first surrogate little brother died two days ago. He was the Eric G. to my Eric Sams. The reason that Ericsams became Ericsams. His presence was constant in most of my childhood memories as was his happy-go-lucky attitude. There was a lot of Nintendo and sports. We hung around together, the three of us, and made fun of my youngest brother. We could go to Rockhill and play on the playground long before Adam was allowed to go. So we would take off down the hill feeling absolute freedom. He now feels that in a way the rest of us are going to have to wait for.

Right now

2005-05-18T16:44:00.000-04:00

It has been one of those days where I didn't have much to do all day and at the end, I got a project. I would have rather been busily entering data at 2pm when I felt like I would fall asleep for lack of occupation. I have enjoyed these free moments at work on the computer looking around at friends' blogs. Some of my friends are very diligent in their blogging and some (like me) are not. I enjoy reading the thoughts of my friends. Here is a thought: Why is it that some people make you try so hard to be their friend? What is their friendship worth? When is it just time to cut your losses? I always used to advise friends in boy-girl relationships to break it off if they were more miserable than happy for a month. With friendships, especially same sex, there is not the convenience of a "break-up" exactly... So how is this kind of separation to be handled? Especially when the promises you made to "former" friend get in the way of promising, new, easy friendships? I will go ahead and assure everyone in cyberspace that I am not a quitter and it takes quite a bit of pain/stress/sadness to make me even begin to consider any of these things. I just don't like beating myself up over someone who could care less...

what is happy?

2005-04-26T18:16:00.000-04:00

I re-read this blog just now and even though I wrote it in April I love it and wanted to share it with the world. I guess some of the hard stuff that came after this time are initially explained here... Enjoy- The Katiesams As I was reading Andrew Rudd's (famed Malone Professor) blog and being inspired with a topic for my own update I realized something. We are never done. Someone recently mentioned that I don't update my blog that often. It's true, I don't, just when I have time at the end of my day and no one is around to watch me blog at work. I can't keep up with it beyond that. I was really getting into running outside in the beautiful spring weather. I was really doing it. Getting in shape. Now I am sick, perhaps, due to some of that beautiful weather that was falling on my head last Friday. The stamina I have built up will surely not be there when I feel well and get a nice day again. The happiness I feel when I gaze into the eyes of my special fellow peaks in that moment and settles into a warm corner in my heart. I desire things to remain in that glorious, victorious state for just a little longer than they do. Things are in a constant state of flux and whether busy or bored, thrilled or unaffected, smooth sailing or rough waters; I feel a heightened awareness of my own personal state. I am in touch with my own feelings in a way that feels like I am being steered by them. A sensation at one end of the spectrum is out-of-control and I don't even know what the other end of that spectrum is I haven't visited it in so long. Now don't worry that I'm depressed...that isn't it. I guess I'm just "in it right now.*" *See Garden State

Relating

2005-04-08T18:11:00.000-04:00

So I was in Starbucks the other day. This was after my very cardigan clad self had met a companion in Hot Topic and been glared at with my giant Abercrombie and Fitch bag. (It was pretty ironic since I used to think that the people who shopped at Hot Topic, with their commercialized "New Punk" revolution, were sell-outs {HA!}) Anyways, at Starbucks with Brian Hollingsworth sharing stories of life, apartments, work, perpetual change associated with being in your early twenties, yadda, yadda. In walks an ex. I won't say whose ex or any names, but the subject of awkwardness came up. The hellos exchanged as the ex scurried to the counter were through unnatural smiles. I find it funny that an ex-boyfriend or ex-girlfriend can enter your life and cause distraction and nervousness for the very opposite reasons that they caused those feelings in the first place. I think it odd that people who were once enamored of one another can't even look the other one in the eye for more than a couple seconds. It seems that everyone should be able to hold up an acquaintance-ship (is that a word? it ought to be.) There is something to be said of a clean break, but I've hardly ever seen that done successfully unless the parties move across the country from one another. I'm not sure if I have arrived at any real conclusion. I think different things will heal each individual person, but I will say there is a LOT to be said for an amicable break-up and the resulting friendship. I have had a far simpler life every time I was able to make that choice. On Brian Hollingsworth and Starbucks (two of my favorites) I realized that I have a lot to be grateful for and quite a magnificent history to embrace. Break-ups haven't happened all that often in my family, my parents are together, my grandparents all stayed together. I have even maintained some friendships over the course of my life. That's really good. I am especially glad that Brian and I have remained friends over a thousand conversations, ups, downs, crushes and heartbreak. I'm not sure I expected to end up with my first friend at Malone being one of my best friends three years after graduation. If I have learned one thing over the years it is, better not to question something so good it makes you smile just thinking about it. (Which doesn't actually mean I won't question it, it's just better if I don't...heh heh.) P.S.- Did I ever tell anyone that I work with an Aussie who looks like Andrew Rudd?! He's a graphic designer and wicked cool.

Life is a kick

2005-03-22T18:25:00.000-05:00

So just about the time I start to think this city at this time was not quite working for me I have this amazing weekend. My wonderful friend Christina came to town with 4 friends from Denver, Colorado and I spent practically the whole weekend with them. We went out to tea places and bars, friends' houses and friends' weddings. The truly remarkable thing about this was the fact that I was not friends with any of these girls previously. I had met one of them, once. I used to make friends that easily. Over a weekend spend all my time in the company of great people and start a revolution of my group of friends. It was great and it breathed new life into my life just when I thought things were getting too predictable. I just had fun and didn't worry if they liked me or would ever want to hang out with me again. Maybe it was because they live in Colorado and the need to impress them wasn't there. It was so calming compared to the high pressure social world that my employment environment provides. I don't necessarily feel the need to impress anyone with my weekend activities. But the simple question, "How was your weekend?" carries the heavy burden of proof. Proof that you're "in the scene," you've been rolling to the best bars and restaurants with hardly time to sleep. The proof of being fun was never something I worried about in my past life. I was just fun and people knew it. I almost thought I had lost that. It turns out it wasn't me. It was just the people around me.

Viva la

2005-02-25T17:58:00.000-05:00

I just got back from Mexico. (Everyone's thinking, she went to Mexico?) February in Ohio is the perfect time to leave. It was warm, sunny, tropical and basically the antithesis of the weather I came back to. I was driving through snow with a sunburned back. Very strange, indeed. It was really great to spend some time with my family and it was particularly cool since we were visiting one member in Merida, Yucatan. Eric is staying with a little widow for this quarter, and she is a treat. She likes to talk about pirates (apparently this portion of Mexico has long and glorious history with pirates.) She also spent a good deal of time explaining about a 300-strong street gang from Costa Rica that is traveling through Mexico and sneaking into the States. And no one can stop them. (This defies belief on a number of levels.) She knows about two words of English and it made all of these tales ever so much more interesting as my family and I looked intently at her, and then at one another to try to catch the recognizable words from our high school training in Spanish. We would practically cheer every time we all knew something she said. Eric was a very good translator and saved many hotel clerks the frustration of my father's incessant questions in very broken Spanish. The man asked a taxi driver to take us to the Island of the Dead when he meant to say the Island of Women. Isla Mujeres (Island of Women) is one of the most beautiful places I have ever been. I had never really thought of Mexico as the Caribbean, but this had the white sand and clear blue lagoons. We spent a good amount of time on the beach and got to kayak, snorkel and ride this huge paddle tricycle. (I really don't know how else to describe it) The entire trip seems like it may have been a dream. I will have to add some pictures.

grey

2005-02-08T18:03:00.000-05:00

I have always thought of myself on the crossbar of the seesaw of perfection. I am not prone to bumbling my way along without education and serious searching. I am also not relentlessly pursuing a perfect existence, because I know that is far more futile. I feel as though I make few mistakes in life. I manage enough to learn from, but none so large that I tumble onto my face in front of throngs of people (either literally or metaphorically.) I tumbled today and the throngs were there. I work for a pretty powerful individual and my boss really knows how to get mad. I made the rather fortunate error of being in the ladies restroom when the crap hit the fan, but I am told screaming was involved. I over-booked his time and told about 60 people that they could come for a meeting that would start in a few minutes. That meeting was not about to start. He was still in the previous meeting and not happy to be interrupted. The trouble was that I had told a few people they could start to set up and the meeting would start a little later. When they showed up and seemed ready to go, I just called the rest of the people. I don't know why- I just haven't been able to think straight for days. The fog that has shrouded Columbus also encircled my head. Maintaining focus is also difficult when you're trying to pretend you're not bored to inattention.

recognition

2005-01-26T14:20:00.000-05:00

I refer to things that other people don't understand or remember all the time. Stories that I recall with distinct clarity are unrecognizable to the ones I shared the experience with. I quote movies with lines that are not memorable or in the general consciousness. There are the beloved quotes, but I pick the odd ones. My vocabulary isn't ordinary. I think I want to be misunderstood. Elite somehow, yet just weird, too. It's comforting for me not to be too heartily embraced. But I did have this one amazing brush with popularity and it nearly ruined my outsider's outlook. People would scream my name from 50 yards away just to say "hello!"My name became an adjective. In college, I was one vote away from Homecoming Court. Most of the campus knew me or knew of me in some way. I was high profile. (If you saw my hair that wouldn't be a big surprise.) I'm not bragging (well sort of...) The real pride about this feat lies in what I didn't do to gain this popularity, more than in what I did. I was just ME. I was exactly how I wanted to be. Amplified eccentricity. I wore all different kinds of clothes and listened to all types of music. I was not a member of one clique exclusively with an ice princess/queen bee mentality. I was joyous, busy, invested in people and the present. I think it was my most successful time in life. I was the most all-encompassingly fulfilled. It has taken me nearly two years to adjust to life back on the outside. Away from my unique college the rules are very different...

Joining on in

2005-01-08T16:56:00.000-05:00

Alright, I really tried to resist for quite a long time. I definitely didn't even check my e-mail very often, but I'm plunging in to blog world. Kicking and screaming. I'm being a bit over dramatic. It was all your fault Andrew, yes, you know that if I hadn't loved reading your blog so much and just wanted to comment on some of the things you say there I wouldn't be here. So here I am.