Take That, Calculus!

So I think most of you readers read my blog about my 37% on my math test...

I checked my grades today online and in math, I received a(n)

A FREAKING MINUS! muhahahahahahhhahahaha!

It's been a week full of good things. Just wanted to share. :)

C'est drole la vie, n'est-ce pas?

Translation: Life is funny, isn't it?

I didn't think I'd get to go to Lake Powell this summer, but I got this phone call from Eddie, and what do you know but a bunch of ballroom people are headed down there next week for a few days before spring term starts up. And then, I wasn't going to be able to come because I couldn't miss my 4 (!) hour lab on Wednesday, but it just so happened that people are coming back early, so I get to go! I love it when things work out nicely like that...

This is where I'll be on Sunday:

This is what I'll be doing on Monday:
I give you all permission to be jealous (especially you, Jody :) ) (ahh smiley dilemma).

Gah, why can't I just take what I can get?

My life is in boxes. I hate moving. I can't believe I'm going to have to do this every 4-8 months for the next 4-5 years of my life...you know, all I really need is:
my laptop
my IKEA dinnerware
select items of clothing (I could probably get by on a pair of jeans, a pair of black pants, a black skirt, a white shirt, some tank tops, and underwear, oh and earrings, those I cannot do without.)
my iPod
my dance shoes
my books

I am seriously contemplating living out of a single suitcase next year. It reminds me of "Fight Club" when the guy blows up his apartment because he's so sick of things running his life...(disclaimer: "Fight Club" is a totally weird movie that I do not particularly enjoy, and I love my possessions, but the whole situation just makes me think of that...) Mehhhh! All I have been doing all day is packing! And I still have yet to clean! And I'm going to see Becky dance in "Smokey Joe's Cafe" after which I'm going laser tagging with people. I'm supposed to be out of here by tomorrow....which means I'll probably be up all night continuing what I should have started days ago when I finished my finals. Oh well, the joys of collegiate living...

Oh and random vent: They put me in the latin medley. I'm just glad to be on the team, but I'm very apprehensive about this...I don't really consider myself a latin dancer, so I'm really scared...gah ballroom is such a rollercoaster. Practices start the second week of August, so I have a little less than four months to perfect my chacha, samba, rhumba, paso, and jive...woot...

Very Merry Happy

I, Katherine Willo Andrus the first, am now officially a member of the Brigham Young University Ballroom Dance Touring Team!!!!!!!!!!!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
I am so, so, so excited! I have been dreaming of being on the tour team since I was in 5th grade. I've been going to the concert since they performed the Beatles and Russia medleys (which was four medleys ago, which means 12 years). This has been a major life goal of mine for so long, gah, I am just so happy.

haha, I've been checking my email almost every hour now for the past two days. When I finally got it and saw that I'd made it, I screamed and jumped around, and cried and hugged Melissa, and called my mom and jumped around some more. It was like opening my scores from the first time I took the ACT, only better. :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D

May all your dreams come true like mine. heheh loves!

Book Tag

Thanks to Jody for book tagging me. The only book that wasn't a text book that I've read recently is "Jesus the Christ," so this should be interesting...
Page 123, sentences 6, 7, and 8:

The people were astonished; and many, seeing themselves in their actual condition of dereliction and sin, as John, with burning words laid bare their faults, cried out: "What shall we do then?" His reply was directed against ceremonialism, which had caused spirituality to wither almost to death in the hearts of the people.

(I counted the first part up to the semi colon as a sentence because the next sentence is really long, and I don't want to type it...)

But guess what! I am so close to being done with finals, and I am going to read a real novel!!! (Not that "Jesus the Christ" isn't a real novel, well actually it's not because it's non-fiction...) YEAH!!! I can't wait! I'm almost done with winter semester, and I'm moving back home, so that means it's time to have a party. Woot! Let's play guys!

Closure

I can't believe my first year of college is coming to an end. I swear yesterday it was August and Amanda and I were unpacking all our stuff in our empty apartment, and we were so excited to finally meet our mysterious roommates, but none of them moved in for like four days so we were in suspense for quite some time...ah memories...
And then it was new student orientation (aka sheep/freshmen herding time aka you feel like you're at EFY again, not that that's a bad thing, but as a new freshman you have this great desire to be treated like an adult and prove that you can handle the big bad world and whatever...being herded around is not very conducive to that feeling...) and you met people you'd never see again, and that was cool and all, but I just wanted to get into the "real" college life.
The first day of church we sang "Lead Kindly Light," and it made me cry. Never before has a hymn been more applicable to my life. "The night is dark and I am far from home, lead thou me on." (Ok, so I was only fifteen minutes away from home, but still, it's scary starting over like that.)...Classes started, and they were hard, but not too hard. Chemistry was awesome, math had more proofs than I'd ever wanted to learn, team [ballroom] was stress-free at last, French was too easy (but I didn't mind), and religion was great. Time went on, we celebrated birthdays with flair and q-tips for matches, I danced, competed, and took second almost every time. I quickly realized that I was in a ward full of music majors to whom I'd probably never become close. The church is still true. :) I made chem friends and delicious dinners. Pretty soon it was finals week, and we were playing sardines in the library at 2:00 AM. Finals came and went, the semester was over, and I survived my first attempt at college. 4.0 baby :)
Christmas break was beautiful at first, but it got boring after a while and I missed my roommates (hehe love you girls). Round two commenced. One more credit hour=twice as difficult. How that adds up, I'm not sure, but classes were all of a sudden super hard. Math was killing me, chem 113 was killing me (getting 2/5 on quizzes was very common), and I couldn't stay awake in any of my classes anymore, even chemistry (which if you have Woodfield as a professor, it's incredibly hard to fall asleep because he's so enthusiastic and crazy the whole lecture). I learned that you can never, ever judge people because you have no idea what they're dealing with. I missed way too much school (3 days, how I will ever get through a mid-semester tour is beyond me) for dance. Two of the days were a complete regret, the other was a trip to California that was so worth it. I auditioned for So You Think You Can Dance, and you know what. It was awful. I cried at dinner at Olive Garden by myself while waiting for my mom to come pick me up. How pathetic is that? I was shattered! It made me sick to think about dancing, physically sick! Gah! Time is the best medicine though, and after a while I was back into the swing of things. Sleep, Team, Class, Dance, Homework. Rinse and repeat, that was my life. I hardcore failed a test for the first time ever. I made a US National Amateur semi-final for the first time ever. I went on therapeutic walks with Kristen. I danced in the ballroom concert I'd been watching since I was in sixth grade. I auditioned for the tour team (still waiting to see what happens). Finals came up again, and that leads me to today...

I have never cried so much, laughed so much, loved so much, learned so much in my life. College is a life intensifier, that's what I decided. I have never been so grateful for the blessings that I have in my life. Practically starting over with friends made me realize how lucky I was to have such awesome ones all through high school. My friends' awful roommate stories made me realize how lucky I was to be living with the ones I am. Not living with my family made me appreciate them more. Seeing others struggle with classes made me thankful for great teachers in high school who prepared me adequately for the challenge college really is. Struggling myself made me grateful to a Heavenly Father who cares about math tests and ballroom issues and making friends and helps me with problems that aren't really problems only because they're important to me.

I am so happy to be here. I love my life. Thanks to everyone who made my first year of the college the best year of my life. I love you all :)

P.S. The following photos are retardedly arranged. I thought they would work out, but they didn't, and now I'm too lazy to delete them all and then upload them all again in a more aesthetically pleasing fashion...

Le Bonheur

Do you ever have one of those days when you notice all of these little sparks of happiness throughout the day? Today was one of those days. I think they were meant to be a buffer against the math test that I just took...

I got a free smoothie/yogurt/granola breakfast thing at Jamba Juice this morning.
There was a 4 x 6 ish photo of Bradley and me dancing in the school paper today...random, I know...
Dr. Woodfield asked me if I still wanted to work in his lab starting spring semester, because they're planning on me being there. (summer job search is over!!)
A complete stranger told me my hair was cute on my way to French.

*sigh*

Break the Fast

Last fast Sunday my roommates and I (well, actually it was pretty much all Kristen aka Domestic Goddess) organized a little late afternoon dinner party. It was totally fun. See below photos for proof:
The lovely table setting

Kristen mixing up something...maybe biscuits?
Mark and Melissa staring at the stabbed pepper.
Mike was so happy to be here.Yummy haystacks!

I wish you couldn't figure me out, but you'd always want to know what I was about.

WARNING: Obscure, vague, and slightly emo blog ahead. Read at your own risk.

GAhhhhh

I don't really know how to phrase everything that's going through my mind right now, and I'm not sure if I really want to sort through it all...but alksdhah;cba;hcaewsdh! Meh. I'm all jazzed up and antsy and I'm waiting again! I hate waiting! I just want to know what's going to happen next year, and I want to be settled. It's like last year, hovering over the giant black abyss that is my future (oh boy, now I'm getting dramatic...gah) not sure how the pieces are all going to fit together. And I know that things will come together, because they always do, but I just hate not knowing how. I feel stuck somewhere in between. I want to be on one side or the other! No more of this no man's (is that one word?) land. I just...meh.

Have you guys heard the song "Nicest Thing" by Kate Nash? I swear it is the most depressing song I have ever heard:

All I know is that you're so nice,
You're the nicest thing I've seen.
I wish that we could give it a go,
See if we could be something.

I wish I was your favourite girl,
I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world.
I wish my smile was your favourite kind of smile,
I wish the way that I dressed was your favourite kind of style.

I wish you couldn't figure me out,
But you always wanna know what I was about.
I wish you'd hold my hand when I was upset,
I wish you'd never forget the look on my face when we first met.

I wish you had a favourite beauty spot that you loved secretly,
'Cos it was on a hidden bit that nobody else could see.
Basically, I wish that you loved me, (Katie's comment: GAH! knife through the heart right there!)
I wish that you needed me,
I wish that you knew when I said two sugars, actually I meant three.

I wish that without me your heart would break,
I wish that without me you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake.
I wish that without me you couldn't eat,
I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep.

All I know is that you're the nicest thing I've ever seen;
I wish that we could see if we could be something

And that song has nothing to do with the above, but they both sort of give the same "gahh" contraction in your stomach kind of feeling. And for the second time in this post, let me just say "meh."