Am I the only one in this boat?

"Are you registered to vote?" A question I've been asked several times in the past month. Never have I ever been so curious about what the future holds for America. I've also never voted or been concerned about elections and such until now. I should have been concerned a long time before this, but seeing as how I am now legally able to vote, I have taken serious interest in what's going to happen in the coming months.
I am a registered Democrat, but lately I've been wondering if that's what I really am. In doing my homework on potential presidents Obama and McCain, it's been hard finding information that isn't one-sided.
I have been watching Hardball with Chris Matthews.
I've watched live news coverage and speeches.
I've been reading up on both candidates' plans for our sad economy and watched broadcasters explain what's really going on.
None of these has helped me decide on who to vote for, because they all seem to simply bash the opposing candidate. I want to be fair.
"If only I could find objective information on these two men! I watch and watch and read and watch, but I'm learning nothing but bad things about each one!" I screamed at Chris Matthews last Tuesday. Okay, I didn't really say it out loud, but I thought it.
So, seeing as how election day is one month and eleven days away, I decided to do some concrete searching on the internet, and it didn't take me long to find a useful site with profiles of Obama and McCain. The website is as follows.
http://projects.washingtonpost.com/2008-presidential-candidates/
Am I the only one in this boat, though?
And, are you registered to vote?


In my next post, I will talk about voting statistics and the importance of YOUR vote. :)

Better Late than Never

So, since the weekend is now over, and a new week is beginning, I have decided to overview my Friday.

If you have ever fallen in the mud, (literally) you know that there is an awkward silence right after the fall. Whether it's because you're worried about who else might have seen it, or what to do next, it's similar to the silence experienced after a car accident (of which I have been through three times..)

So, on Friday morning, I was to be at work at 11 o'clock.

I wake up, and groggily stare at the alarm clock. Big. Red. Numbers.

12:15

I jump out of bed and throw something on and (without brushing my teeth..disgusting) run out the door in my flip flops. It's been raining. All morning. Unfortunately I overlook this crucial fact and keep running..up a hill..of mud.

There are two girls who see me fall, and in the silence I try to stay on my feet but this just isn't going to happen. So, giving in to the inevitable force of gravity I let myself fall.

I pull myself up and sit indian style, studying the mud up and down my legs and arms as the two girls ask if I'm okay.

"Yeah.. I'm late for work," I complain.

"Well, at least it happened now, and not later," they reply.

There is no time to waste. My keys are caked and I get them jammed in the door as some angel comes out of nowhere and helps me yank them out.

I change frantically and arrive to work at 12:30 to my manager, bug-eyed and shocked.

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!"

"It's a long story."

"Well," she says, calmly, "You take everything that's coming in and help bus."

She later gave me a hug.

Though she might not have known it, the fact that she was able to overlook it that I was an hour and a half late and give me a simple hug in a time of dismay really meant alot to me.

I don't like to bring my emotions to work and I sure as hell hate being late.

"Hey you. Where ya been? You're never late." Says my other manager as I squish a drop of mud left behind between my toes in my right shoe.

"Better late than never," I reply.

I was late to class that day too, by half an hour. I honestly feel like the world cut me a break that day. My professor could have cared less. I didn't get fired or written up. I didn't get bitched at up and down.

I was cut a break.

Things could always be worse.

I miss my puppy.
and my house.

My little man

Pics of Maxim

This little man means the world to me

So, today is Tuesday.

Do you know what Tuesday means?

Katkin06 has the day off from work!! Yayyy!

However, I do have an Asian Cultures test tonight that I am worried about. I've never been really skilled in the area of studying and doing well on tests. I think I may have a small case of attention deficit disorder.

Besides the test, I have so many other things going on!

I'm working on getting my reality show together through the school and everything, so that will definately be a big job. There are so many projects I want to work on. So many ideas, so little time!

I'm hungry and I want a Calamari's tuna salad croissant. You should try it. :D

Speaking of which, yesterday Jolene and I got coffee and sat on State St. people watching and smoking. It was such a beautiful day, and I couldn't help but enjoy myself. Then, we split a tuna salad croissant (ahem, the best thing since sliced bread) and I headed off to work. I'm definately glad to have the day off.

I need to study! As always, love you.

-Katkin06-

Hello everyone,
So, starting this has brought so many ideas to my head as to what to write about. It's like I'm thinking about different things at various times throughout the day/night. And now that I've thought about so many things I can't pinpoint one. Ha. Okay let's see...
So last night I was looking through my iTunes shared libraries and I'm looking and looking and I see... (drum roll please)


my first roommate's library.
Seeing as how I don't like to talk badly about people, I won't. But she was a really bad roommate. The end. Anyway, I think it's supercool that those of us who live in close proximity can share our music on itunes together and I bought a new song last nightttt: Diamonds on the Soles of her Shoes by Paul Simon.
I know. I'm a nerd, but he's so good!
Other new favorite artist: All Time Low
Listen to this: 6 Feet Under the Stars


Question of the day: If you have an itch, do you itch it? Or do you scratch it?

It's plain and simple.
My life, if the word crazy is undesirable to you, is humorous.
It's wild and spontaneous, and some of the stories I have will make you laugh.
I don't if it's just my luck or what, but I feel like I'm living in an episode of Seinfeld each and every day.
This year, I have been involved in three car accidents, all of them my fault.
The first and second accidents were minor, and occured exactly within two weeks of each other.
The third need not be spoken about.
Moral of the story: Don't go 70 miles per hour in the slush on a highway when your car has a sway-bar problem.
I can honestly say it's okay, though. Life goes on, and my car is fine. Someone up there is looking out for me.
Anyway, I like to post my own movie reviews and opinions and poems and exerpts/sections/parts (synonym much?) of the book I'm trying to write. Let me know what you think.