It's like Waiting for God

Hello, I know it's been a while since I've blogged. Like most of my friends, I get to a point where there's nothing really to talk about. Yep, that's right, Katherine has no life. Big surprise. Just the normal college paranoia and boredum. It's like this show I once saw, 'Waiting for God'. This life is over, and i'm just waiting for my turn to jump off the cliff into the next step. I'm trying to clean up everything and geting ready, but there's not much left to do. When ever something does get done, you constantly ask yourself if it was the right thing. This is feeling too dark and serious.

Well, as most of you reading this know, Ashley and Rachel have taken-off for the weekend to stay at Rachel's sister's appartment. This has left me with a boring morning. Grandma isn't doing to well, so Mom and Dad left Mer and me at home while they checked out nursing homes (she's currently in assisted living) and we were broke. Finally, boredum peaked around 10, and I turned pyro. Hey, I needed something to do. Long ago I had descovered many interesting fire-related things, like that papertowls burn relativly fast, along with toilet paper, and socks. So today, I decided to see what happends when you light a tennis ball on fire. And you know what? absolutly jack happends. I was at least looking forward to some fireball or something. But no. I even had to cover it in hairspray to get it to remotly burn. In the end, Marie got a hold of it and chewed off most of the burnt part.

Hmm, last couple days... Oh, I was supposed to go to the CX District Debate finals, where we would own the thing because our two top compeditors, Galveston and half of Clear Lake, have bee disqualified. Yeah, our district is really sleezy. Galveston is renoun for cheating like there's no tomorrow, and the dumbest thing finally got them caught: they participated in a tournament on a Sunday. Bizzaro, but those are the UIL rules. Well anyway, at 7:50 am on the day we're going to leave, Aaron, my debate partner, cancels on me. This was both a bad thing and a good thing. Bad: I was missing the tournament and Mrs. Ward was mad (not fun) Good: I hate CX, and always completely stress out. What surprised me the most was that I actually went to class after all this. The fieldtrip sheet was already turned in and Mrs. Ward is an ex-belle, and would most likely vouch for me being there. But hey, I didn't think of that at the time, I was too dooped up from staying up late to prepare for the debate.

Next weekend, instead of going to belle dance, I decided to sign up for the Angleton Debate. If you want to feel like this remotely connects to you, The president of the Angleton Debate team took that photo of Spence with the hose on his head i have in my wallet. There, now you two are practically friends. I expect you to come out and at least say hi on Saturday. Somehow, I got incharge of signing everyone up for the debate, since Mrs. Ward has something at our church she had to do (a likely excuse) and so we had to sign up during the drama class. Where I wasn't crazy enough to sign anyone up for CX or LD debate (if you don't know what these are, you prolly don't care) which is as boring as all getout and are the only events on a friday. It's from 5:30 to 11 at night. But aparently, someone was and went in after school to sign up. Now Mr. White has to go to angleton and do nothing for at least 5 hours for one cx team. Bryson, you phyco, I shake my head at you.