Here comes the sun, little darling

This morning at the library it was so sunny and warm out.  It reminded me of last summer when I'd spend hours moseying through the central branch.  In the summer, there's so much time to read.  It's lovely.  Last summer I kept a list of the books I read.  I think I'll do the same thing this summer.

I have a huge craving to go downtown and loll around people watching.  I haven't been downtown since it was rather rainy, and it makes me sad.  Who knows, later I may just catch a bus and spend a few hours down there.  It's a possibility.  So many possibilities.

Mmm I could probably be wearing shorts right now.  I love it.  School's going to be awfully hard to concentrate on... but I mustn't acquire 'third quarter sluff-off', as my chem teacher would put it.

But I've got an April bus pass and my flip-flops and I'm ready to go.

Has anyone else noticed how quickly March speeded away?!  Time is going by too fast!

Earth Hour

Various website tell me that one way I can support a cause is to spread awareness via blogging.  That's what I'm doing now-- supporting Earth Hour.

The idea is for everyone across the globe to switch their lights out on Saturday, March 28 from 8:30 to 9:30 PM local time to VOTE EARTH.

I learned about this through a girl in my Spanish class, and I'm trying to spread the word around.  It's such a simple action, turning out the lights, but it will have such a such a powerful impact on the environment.  Anyone can do it, too-- the more, the better!

Please participate and pass it on!

Peace,

Kat

Libraries cheer me up

This past week I've been especially frazzled and very irritable. However, my mood is improving. This probably started with the slide projector in photo class, and went on from there.

Today, my darling dearest was not present, meaning I had heaps of time to utilize-- alone-- during the immense gap better known as 'waiting for swim practice to start'. I wandered up to the library with every intention of doing homework, but (as I said) I was pretty burnt out and was not in the mood for geometric sequences and Lenin.

Then, And Tango Makes Three caught my eye!  I had heard about it, and it was the perfect opportunity to read it.   For those who don't know, And Tango Makes Three is a children's book based on the true story of two male penguins in the Central Park Zoo who fall and love and adopt an egg.  They're now a happy family!  It was a very sweet book, and I'm adding it to my list of books to most definitely read to my potential children of the future. 

Anyways, reading that perked me up some.  I still had it in me to lug  the Modern World History text book over to where I was sitting, but I was in no mood to open it.

By some unfathomable force of nature, I instead did a library search for Andy Warhol.  This led me to a rather good book on him, and I read the thing until the library closed.  (I feel I must explain my unexplainable fascination with Andy Warhol.  For reasons unbeknownst to me, I find Andy Warhol an incredibly attractive individual.  I'm a sponge when it comes to him.  I happen to love interesting people, and he ranks pretty high on that list.)  As you might imagine, this cheered me up considerably.  I plan to continue reading from where I left off at page 55 next time I come around.

Then, at long last, swimming came.  I love being buoyant, and I had Walk on the Wild Side (appropriately) stuck in my head.  Mellow, calm.

Four tests in three periods tomorrow (ouch!) but I think I'll do all right.  I sure hope so.

I fully realize that I just related in great detail my after school affairs and that this is not prime subject matter that people readily read.  But it made me happy when I needed happy.  I hope you're happy, too.  Happiness is a good thing.  It's a good thing.

Oxidation Numbers

It's been a while since I last blogged around on here. When I created this, I meant to post frequently, but that plan of action (more or less) deteriorated. Even so, fabulous as it may be, Natalie Portman and Elmo can't be the top post forever.

What to say... well, I've been thinking (or more so, forced to think) about what I want to do with my life. Tis the season for high school counselors to start getting on your case. I realize that I will be out of here much sooner than I think, and I admit I'm rather scared. Excited, of course, too. But also terrified. I have no solid career goals, really. There are some kids who visit an aquarium as a field trip one day and say, "I want to be a marine biologist." And they indeed do become a marine biologist. Others, like my dad, wanted to be a trucker and then an astronaut, first a farmer and then a doctor, a chemist, and somewhere along the line most likely a race car driver, before settling on the final choice of an electrical engineer. My mom says she didn't know what she wanted to do until she was a sophomore in college, but I think there's more pressure on students now that back in the day. I both enjoy and excel in the area of English, and I was thinking pursuing something in journalism. I'd love to be an author, but we'll see.

After that hefty paragraph, I'm very glad to be swimming again. Swim meet tomorrow; hope for the best!

Tonight I mixed some CDs for a couple friends. They're all ready to go, for the most part... but my computer burns CDs whose volume is lower than a regular CD, thus leading to generally bleh. I'll try to look into the iTunes preferences on that so I can burn CDs at actual decent volume. It may be attributed to this computer's funky disk drive. Sometimes you fee like a nut, sometimes you don't.

Seeing I have to get up nice and early in the cold, frosty dark tomorrow, I think I'd best be off to bed. Hopefully I'll be better about updating the ol' blog, even if my reader base is virtually nil.

Buenas Noches,
kAt