it is a habit of mine to write 3 entries in september and not touch my xanga again for another year. i guess i'm trying to break that trend. it is currently dec. 2nd. omg. the day of the SAT. which i totally dug myself a hole into because i thought i didn't do well on the oct 14th one...and just happened to mention it to my parents. therefore, i shall be taking every SAT from now until i die in order to achieve the 2100 that my mother wants. because that's never going to happen.

yesterday and the day before that..i got the chance to audition for a student production at school...twelfth night by shakespeare and the servant of two masters by some italian guy. first day: bad. second day: not so bad. shakespeare totally blows my mind. the man was insane, his language is impossible to do a cold reading or blocking with. ahhhhh. but o well he was a genius. i hope i get a part, but if i don't life does still go on. i have to keep reminding myself of that. it seems like this week and tomorrow i am just performing again and again, of course for different things and different people. auditions i was performing for the directors. SAT was performing for myself and my parents. and tomorrow hula is performing for church...well in front of church, but for God. so i can definetely say that tomorrow is the least stressful of all.

well that felt nice to get that all out. maybe i should do this more often. haha i love how i say that i know it won't happen. merry early christmas and happy belated thanksgiving everyone!

~katie poo

best quote ever:

"praying is easy cuz it's just like chilling and talking with jesus - it's hella cool"

HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA LISA YOU MAKE ME LAUGH. now i'm going to go pray.

i think god's really starting to show me why i needed to let go of basketball. junior year hasn't been easy so far (physics is still kicking my butt), but not playing and training has really given me so much more time to myself and with god. every night i have the energy to talk to him for as long as i need to, without my body aching or my head drooping. i've also been able to keep in touch and have really good conversations with so many important friends whom i treasure more than i could have ever treasured basketball. knowing that i can be there for them and have the time to strengthen our relationship is this incredible and new feeling for me. before, i'd be so time stressed that i think i forgot where my priorities really needed to lie. and now i'm just so much happier with where i am in my friendships and my walk with god. he does have his ways of bringing out the good in every bad situation.

today's 9/11. i hope we all take some time out of our days to say i love you to our parents, family, and friends so that they know how much we truly appreciate them. remember that someday they might not be there anymore for you to say it.

love,

katie

this is the reason i donated my hair. a song by the rascal flatts.

Skin (Sarabeth)

Sarabeth, is scared to death, to hear what the doctor will say

She hasn't been well, since the day that she fell, and the bruise it just won't go away

So she sits and she waits with her mother and dad, and flips through an old magazine

'Til the nurse with the smile, stands at the door and says "Will you please come with me?"

Sarabeth is scared to death, cause the doctor just told her the news

Between the red cells and white, something's not right, but we're going to take care of you

Six chances in ten it won't come back again, with the therapy we're gonna try

It's just been approved, it's the strongest there is, I think we caught it in time

Sarabeth closes her eyes

She dreams she's dancing, around and around, without any cares

And her very first love is holding her close and the soft wind is blowing her hair

Sarabeth is scared to death, as she sits holding her mom

Cause it would be a mistake, for someone to take, a girl with no hair to the prom

For just this moment, right there on her pillow, was the cruelest of things in her eyes

And she cried when she gathered it all in her hands, the proof that she couldn't deny

Sarabeth closes her eyes

She dreams she's dancing, around and around, without any cares

And her very first love was holding her close, and the soft wind was blowing her hair

It's quarter to seven, that boy's at the door, and her daddy ushers him in

When he takes off his cap, they all start to cry

Cause this morning where his hair had been

softly she touches just skin

They go dancing, around and around, without any cares

And her very first true love was holding her close

And for a moment, she isn't scared

the first and only dance my friends want to go to is on friday. so is hula practice for ohana and meeting our new youth pastor. and the next day, a 9 am seminar on interrupting prejudice that i should be going to for diversity task force. and then SAT class. and then ohana. so either i could go to the dance and be a horrible person...or go to hula practice and the seminar and be a good person. i wish things weren't so black and white. furthermore, i would like to know how it's possible to be a "normal" highschool teen these days and be a pure christian at the same time. there is too much gray area around there.

first week of school was fun. well no i retract that statement. it was okay. my  physics teacher was explaining motion and velocity while i was trying to do english hw (i sit in the front row)..so i tried to ask all of these intelligent questions so he'd think i was paying attention. so there i am, pretending to listen to his lecture while he talks about how when he is walking towards us, we are really moving towards him at the same time. it was all just confusing. so then i ask...mr. drennan, if you punch someone in the arm...can you claim that their arm hit your fist instead of the other way around? and he yes and smiled. so i was like whew i'm off the hook and went back to writing my english paper. then all of a sudden *whap* i get smacked on the head and i look up and i'm like what the...? he hit my head. and then proceeded to tell the class that technically it was my head hitting his hand and that students aren't allowed to hit teachers and i could get in trouble. i can't even imagine the look on my face. first of all, because i was so surprised and secondly because i couldn't believe i just got hit by a teacher. so that was the highlight of the week.

i think i'm going to the church thing instead of the dance. sometimes i guess it's just about the person that you choose to be.