Mmm, life.

And no, not the cereal kind. Although that's pretty tasty too.
I like life. Life makes me happy. It's a good thing. I has good friends. I has good music. I has... ^_^ Hee-hee! Yeah. I has him, too. And that's a good feeling.

I'm chilling in a hotel room as I type this, waiting for something to happen so we can go get some breakfast, yums? Because waking up at six and heading to VMB rehearsal without eating is not enjoyable. So food sounds really awesome right about now...

Ehm... Christmas was alright. Pretty quiet, just me and Dad and the sibs. Not a lot of fancy gifts, either ((for me, anyway)). Got a set of snow tires (technically got them a few weeks before Christmas, but nyeh), a pair of shoes (chocolate shoes that hurt the feet need to be broken in OMGOUCH!), The Curious Case of Benjamin Button (thankye, Daddeh!!), and SPORE for my computer. Because I'm going to have free time to be on my computer. Of course. @~@

Aaand, yikes. I think I've been away from deviantART for a while. 208 deviations in my inbox? Eep. -multitasks-

FOOOOOOD. -noms wallet- Okay. This is getting out of hand. I need to find something to eat before I devour one of my roommates. Whee. Off I go! :D

/rant

Okay. Exhale. My final is done. Over with huzzah.
And now--FREE TIME. @_@
I don't know what I'm going to do with it all. I can't really go anywhere until my little brother's present gets here... But if it doesn't get here before Saturday, I'm gonna have to leave anyway. Meh...

BUT.

Stress is GONE! And...
This is interesting.
Mildly frustrating, but interesting nonetheless.
This whole 'relationship' thing...
We had amazing timing. Getting together right before a month-long break... Hm. I wonder about it sometimes. There'll be a bit a of a reprise in the middle of it for the Humanitarian Bowl, but will we really be able to hang out that much??
And before you even start thinking things, I'm not complaining AT ALL. I'm just... thinking out loud. Because this intrigues the deep-thinker in me. Meh...

I really want this to work out. Really. Very much. Like... grargh, a lot.

And there's this underlying feeling--really small, yet VERY annoying--that he doesn't really like me. I know this isn't the case, because we wouldn't be in this situation if he didn't like me. But still. I'm afraid that he'll lose interest over break, and I really don't want that to happen... GRARGH.

/end rant

I think I get it now.

Trust.
I think that's all that's wrong with me.
I'm not trusting things to work out right.
There's a reason he agreed. There's a reason he thought about it. He's not doing this to humor me. He's doing this because he thinks it might work. Something might happen.
And all I need to do is trust him. Trust him not to let me down.
...And trusting myself wouldn't hurt, either. :/

-contented sigh-

...It almost feels weird. Almost.
Like--Hey, I have a boyfriend.
...It's alien, almost. Strange on my tongue. I feel almost silly saying it.

But it's an amazing feeling... And the smallest things make the biggest difference... I notice them the most...

His smile, and his laugh... I adore his laugh... and his EYES, Dear Lord...
-sigh-

...I wonder if he's reading this. That thought terrifies me and makes me smile all at once. Because, hey. That's the point of a blog, right? And I wouldn't post it if I didn't want people to read it... But still.
:3
And I can't help but wonder why... Not that I'm complaining, but...
How did I get this lucky? ^///^ I wonder what he sees in me...?

Blaaaaaargh. It feels weird.

...Almost. <3

P.S. I was never a fan of candy canes until tonight...

SoulTune

Colors and sound and shapes and speed and velocity and stars and

JUST

LIKE

THAT

the world gets brighter.

And you want to sing
and dance
and run
and F
         L
           Y,
But at the same time, nothing would make you happier than sitting and talking and having your arms wrapped around each other, and

A
h
h
h...

Maybe I'm thinking too fast
Maybe I'm headed for a cliff?
Maybe I'll do something wrong and mess this up and I'll be alone again, and

NO.

It won't. Too much thought. Too early to tell.
Good vibes.
Good feeling.
...It makes me want to sing
and dance
and run
and F
         L
           Y...

Indigo Tune...

Feathers.
Notes.
Quills.
Music.
I take one, and I write,
And from my quill flows the strangest tune...

...One.

I had an egg once.
It was a plain white egg,
simple and
pure and so very, very small.
It wasn't anything fancy, and it certainly wasn't anything like some of my friends had.
I was happy with it, though. It was mine, and I had grown up with it.

I was walking with it one day, holding to to my ear. I could hear
something,
whispering. I could hear something
calling, and
screaming, and
yelling, and as I walked with my egg, I

dropped it.

It s h a t t e r e d, and from it shot
LIGHTS and
COLOR and
sOuNd and
SHAPE.
And it surrounded me, and it enveloped me, and it spoke to me.

"One,"

it said, wrapping me in the brightest white. "Only one. One life to live. One life. What will you do?"
 
"...I don't know," I said. "But I will live it as it comes."
My eyes went wide as the colors changed, and a different voice spoke.

"One,"

it said, fanning the air around me with the clearest blue. "Just one. One truth to find. One perception. Can you see it? Where will you find it?"

"Truth is perception," I told the blue. "Truth is...unclear..."
The clearest blue flew to a harmonic green, and I heard the giggle in my ear:

"One,"

it laughed. "Merely one. One balance to hold. Will you heal the hurt? Justice the wrong? How will you grow?"

My heart sang in joyous reply: "One person holding balance might be a battle in itself. But I will push forward it as it presents itself."
Green's melody changed,  and violet filled my eyes. I waited for it to speak, but nothing came to my ear. And then, behind my eyes, a voice sang true--

"One,"

it said to me, filling my mind with peace. "Only one. One mystery to solve. One spirit. It flies--can you catch it? When you do, what will you do with it? Will you keep it in a cage, or let it fly free again?"

I raised my arms to the skies, calling to the heavens: "My spirit will always fly free, for to keep it caged would be tearing my heart from my chest."

My mind emptied, only to be flooded with the richest red. I was lifted from the ground by the enormity of it all, and the whispers echoed around me.

"One,"

it breathed, bathing my face in its warmth. "Simply one. One love, one heart to give. It yearns to soar, to dance with another. Will you let it? Who will you give it to?"

Tears flowed freely down my face, and I let the reply lift from my soul. "I yearn to let it fly, to let it dance. When the right melody begins, I shall give my heart to the music."

And then!

The 
LIGHTS and
COLOR and
sOuNd and
SHAPE
fled!


And I was alone again. With my shattered egg. I reached down to pick it up,
and found it

whole.

But I could feel the color inside it,
the
truth and the
balance and the
spirit and the
love and the
life...

All in one.

...Only one.

Fudgesicles, anyone?

So I had to go replenish my supply of tea the other night. Because I fought through that AWFUL raspberry herbal crap, and I'm all out of mint. So I got some more mint, and some chamomile. Love that stuff. And there's nothing quite like coming home from class with NO FEELING IN YOUR HANDS and trying to make a glass of hot tea. Tasty fun, aye.

..Hey, did I mention that it's BALLS COLD outside right now? And it doesn't look like it's gonna warm up anytime soon? -mutters obscenities about the temperature-

Uhm... what did Katelynn do today that's worth blogging about...?
Ooh. Fun. :3 Went to the mall to listen to bassoons play Christmas music. It was pretty much awesome. Pretty much. Yeah. Then went and got a friend's notebook bound--gonna do mine tomorrow morning. Bright an' early, aye! Then we went to grab fooooooood, since we had the munchies. And I'm being horrible in saying that McDonald's hates me because I'm black, but playing the race card is SO MUCH FUN at times. But yeah. The black kid gets cold fries, but we'll give the white guy a BRAND-SPANKIN'-NEW batch of HAWT fries.

:D I love my race cards.

Random interjection. BOND=bandgasm!! Love their music!! SO MUCH!! They make me revert to the "OMG I really wish I could play violin" mode that I thought I had grown out of. Oops.

And CRAP. It is BALLS COLD outside!! Example: I left my tea in the car when we went to McD's. We got back into the car. Tea was frozen. Frickin' FROZEN.

...Hah. I just read a status update on Facebook. It's rather ironic. -licks metal pole-

Mmm.... Irony.

Except I wouldn't be licking a metal pole in this weather--I'd lose my effing tongue. I did that once in first grade. Couldn't taste a thing for a week or so. It hurt sooooooo bad. X(

And OMG MY ROOMMATE JUST WALKED IN YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYYYYYYYYYY!!!!

*cough* Anywho.

In summary--It's cold in Idaho. Bassoons are epic. Music is amazing. McDonald's is... alright, for now. And I LOVE MAH ROOMIE!! <3 <3

COLD. -points to fingers- Frozen. Chocolate. Mm.

...Hm.

Interesting night. Ran the emotional spectrum again, that's for sure. Day started out pretty shatty. Had a disgustingly uncool Flute Tech session at 9:00. I was, needless to say, disgusted with myself, so after Tech, I headed to Ridenbaugh to 'straighten things out'. Things improved greatly from there.

Quick question: Is it strange that I have a favorite room to practice in? It's a really pretty room... Third floor, window to the gold-permit parking lot below. It's painted a light blue, with a red door. And a handful of ladybugs live in the corner above the window. I love that little room. It's quite live ((read: it echoes way too much)), which is bad when you're trying to work dynamics, but I ADORE THAT ROOM SO MUCH! It's my happy place. <3

After fluting in the Ladybug room for an hour, I went to my lesson with Dr. G. It was epic. Breezed through my technique, and my etude, and worked on my solo for juries. Yey, fun! Got an 'A' for the day!!

Sped home and cranked out a five page essay in two hours. Handed it in. Went to grab food. ((Note to self: End-of-the-day Chinese food isn't as good as you think it would be. Better to get it when it's fresh, yus.)) Laughed with the roomie and the Jenni until I had to flee to J-j-j-jazz Choir. Sung some sooooongs! La musica! We're singing a mass, and I LOVE IT. It makes me happy like none other. ^_^

Uhm... Yeah. Got back home, stressed over my Theory notebook, forced out a few more lectures. Nerded around a bit, drove to the hospital ((in my PJ pants)) to pick up a friend, yey. Got home, nommed some cereal, nerded more. Schemed about creating variously-themed days on FaceBook... Maha. >:D

Random note: There are some freaking ADORABLE songs out there, that are totally random! I was browsing the lists on Playlist the other night, looking for some songs to add to my collection, and I stumbled across this really random song. So I listened. And FELL IN LOVE.
It's Hikari's theme... from Digimon Adventures. XD It is FREAKING ADORABLE! I'm pretty sure I've listened to it over fifty times today. And my next challenge is to learn her on flute. Maha. B'cause learning by ear is tasty fun--and it reminds me of my many summer vacations spent in front of the stereo with a pile of CDs... and my flute. ^_^ So that makes... three that I've done. Two that I've actually figured out--one to go. I love anime soundtracks.

Aaaand, here I sit. Typing blog, listening to Hikari AGAIN. -switches- Eee! Madokaaaaaa!
Blargh. I'm tired. I can't brain anymore. I has the dumb. Time for bedz, my brain says...

Goodnight, everyone. May the morning find you whole and hale. <3

-blinkblink-

It scares me how I can come up with eye-opening revelations while I'm completely HYPAH-HYPAH-OH-MAH-GAWD.
...I've got a spoon hanging off my nose while I'm typing this. Dear God, what is wrong with me?

But I digress.

Take a moment. Think about yourself three, four, five years ago. Compare yourself to that age. Have you grown? Regressed? What have you learned?

I was skimming over my dA account this morning ((Like, half an hour ago. It's morning. Deal with it.)) and I just had to laugh at some of the art and literature I put up. It's like--"Wow, Katelynn. How far you've come..." But for serious. It's kinda neat, to see how you've grown through the years. deviantART is awesome for that. You build an account when you're younger, obsess over it for a year or so, then kinda drop away. I still go back semi-frequently, but meh. It's neat, though. ^_^ Old usernames, old RPs, old favorite pieces... Reminiscence FTW!!

>.>
<.<
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Huzzah, homepayge!! -clickmehplz-

/end profoundness

-squeegasm-

M-kay, so if this doesn't make your head asplode from the epic cute, NOTHING EVER WILL.

Click here and prepare for squeegasm.

So. Now that we've gotten that out of the way.

I'm pretty sure I've laughed harder than I have in over a year. It's like... nonstop giggles, hardcore. Sometimes, I really love some of the people I live with. For serious. I don't think I'd have this experience if I lived in any other hall. I honestly love them. I dunno what I'd do without them. <3 GAH, I love you guys so much! We're so offbeat and amazing and I LOVE TARGHEE.

...That is all. -mass hug- <3 <3 <3

-sniffles-

Must...
...not...
...cry.

Must go to sleep.

Must get off of animepile.com and GO TO SLEEP.

B-but it is so amazing! The suspense! The characters! THAT CONNIVING DAMN RABBIT.
I've officially fallen for that anime. Officially. After telling myself that I wouldn't get wrapped up in another one, I fall into its trap. But it's totally worth it. And I'm being deliciously vague--purposely. Because I'm coming off a virgin margarita high, and I can do that. :D So this is me, being random and vague and SO CLOSE TO CRYING.

Emotional potpourri. Mm, tasty.

...I'm going to lose it when Suisei Seki becomes lost...
-pouts-
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