Jane Eyre speaks to my soul.

This is the third post I've written up tonight, because I cannot for the life of me decide what it is I'm trying to say.

"Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong!--I have as much soul as you,--and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh;--it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God's feet, equal,--as we are!"

Amen, amen, amen.
That is all.

raindrops

I was a little girl
Alone in my little world
Who dreamed of a little home for me
I played pretend between the trees
And fed my houseguests bark and leaves
And laughed in my pretty bed of green

I had a dream
That I could fly
From the highest swing
I had a dream

Long walks in the dark
Through woods grown behind the park
I asked God who I'm supposed to be
The stars smiled down at me
God answered in silent reverie
I said a prayer and fell asleep

I had a dream
That I could fly
From the highest tree
I had a dream

My dearest friend Amanda already wrote a post with this song, but I just have to steal it and post with it too.

I feel like I have so many things to say, but I don't know how to phrase any of them. Right now it sounds like
stay in San Francisco forever, Berkeley, grad school, PhD? don't want to be lonely in California? fluorescent nano diamonds, don't pigeonhole yourself, industry v. academia, Y Chem, dreams dreams dreams

Makes sense, yeah?
Nope. But that's okay because I've got to finish a French take home test that was due yesterday (ah, what a candidate I am for grad school. goodness).

We'll talk later, okay blogging buddies?
Hope your weeks have been grand!

You failed to hold my attention Atkins' Physical Chemistry, and now look what I've gone and done:

I realized I have some random favorites:

Favorite poet: William Carlos Williams (who, by the way, gives their child a first name that is equal to their last name minus a letter? I don't even care because his poems are so awesome.)
Favorite composer: Chopin (this is random because I'm not even really a music person, as in I can play about 5 hymns on the piano and am anti-choir. I just really like his nocturnes.)
Favorite author of sort of dumb young adult novels: Sarah Dessen (read The Truth About Forever if you're ever in the mood for some good chick lit)
Favorite yogurt: yoplait light harvest peach or pineapple upside down cake

Once upon a time in high school Kim and I were talking about a book we had read wherein the characters all had really bizarre quirks, such as always shaking up pop so it could be drunk sans carbonation. Or in Amelie where the flight attendant loves the clink of the cat's bowl on tile and Amelie loves sticking her hand in things of beans or other small objects. We bemoaned the fact that people aren't really like that in real life. Everyone is so normal and boring, we said.

But...the more we thought about it, the more we realized that's not true at all. I think the better you get to know someone, the more unique you will realize they are. Everyone is weird in some way or another; everyone has their own odd combination of favorites and habits and perspectives. Some people are just better at hiding their weirdness than others. Or maybe sometimes we just don't care enough to see what their unique qualities are.

Anyway.
This was originally going to be a post about how I want a Chopin CD for my birthday.
Silly 1:00 am posts.
I ought to go to bed earlier.
Thoughts?*


*on Chopin CDs, my soon approaching birthday (as in two months away, I am never one to shy away from announcing it as it gets closer), staying up too late, weird favorites you have, people and being unique, chick lit, French films, etc...talk to me, people!

i can't stop myself from blogging lately

probably because I have a desperate desire to put off studying and finals and all other associated things...

Dear Jody,

You are absolutely right.
Life is beautiful and I love where I am right now. Sometimes I just get silly when I'm up late at night and am supposed to be finishing French papers.
Thank you for the reminder. :)

Your ridiculous friend,

Katie

rummaging for answers

I went. I watched. I loved.

"(500) Days of Summer."

(aka "Amélie"* of the US)

Except "Amélie" is pure agony until the very end and then it's absolutely wonderful.

And "(500) Days of Summer" oscillates repeatedly between absolutely heartbreaking and absolutely perfect.

I think the reason why I loved it so much was because I am afraid I will become Summer.
But Summer ended up all right in the end.
And I will too.
P chem** finals and bad karma and all.

*Did anyone else think that part where Tom falls asleep in the theater and inserts himself into a movie just screams Amelie? Or the omniscient narrator who tells us all these random details at the very beginning? Or the cinematography? Or the part where Tom walks down the street, and it becomes an illustration?

**It's over! Now all I have left is French, American Christianity, Gold Bar Latin, and Physics...

the most human color

and so we pick ourselves up and cling to the hope that we can do this.

my internship application is all complete, letters of recommendation and all, and for today, i'm trying to accept that as enough.

life, the universe, and everything

It is freezing, biting, negative kelvin (ha) degree days like today that make me wish I could live in this world instead:

Nantucket

Flowers through the window
lavender and yellow

changed by white curtains –
Smell of cleanliness –

Sunshine of late afternoon –
On the glass tray

a glass pitcher, the tumbler
turned down, by which

a key is lying – And the
immaculate white bed

Dear William Carlos Williams,
I kind of (mmm litote) heart your poetry.

Dear Universe,
Please don't kill me next week (I'm talking to you, p chem and physics finals).

the smell of clean sheets is one more reason why life is beautiful

"Go confidently in the direction of your dreams!
Live the life you've imagined."
-Henry David Thoreau

Proactivity (is apparently not a word based on the red line currently under it, but I'm going to use it anyway) is my new theme in life. My application for the French internship is in, including my letters of recommendation (many thanks to Julie and Stephanie for doing that for me!), my request for post tour travel is all filled out and just needs to be turned in, I have an updated resume, I have clean clothes (haha, this is a big deal for me, laundry is not my friend), invitations for Shannon's bridal shower will be done by tonight, my undergraduate research proposal is complete, I found where the two broken wires on the thermometer in the calorimeter need to go. Oh! And I'm giving a talk in church in January because I pretty much volunteered for it.

Dear World,
I am back.

delta x times delta p is greater than or equal to h bar over two...

I just spent fifteen minutes trying to figure out how to come up with a pretty way of applying the uncertainty principle to my current mood and couldn't come up with anything that would make sense to anyone else (even anyone who knows what the uncertainty principle is), so let me just say this:

"Life is hard, and then you die."

Thanks to Mr. Wakefield for those words of wisdom.

maps

"It's funny, you work so hard, you do everything you can to get away from a place, and when you finally get your chance to leave, you find a reason to stay."

-"Gattaca"

Preeeetty much sums it up.