Well, my mom first heard the name "Kaitlin" on that show.
And now my name is Kaitlin.
So I guess, in a roundabout way, I'm named after a character in 'Miami Vice' who has a thing with Don Johnson.
Could be worse. ;)
Monday, October 27, 2008
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Today is my last day of the season, and while I'm happy to have my weekends back to do APUSH homework (no joke...), I'm really bummed about not working at Klackle's anymore. Yesterday especially, the girls and I had a ton of fun! We wrote poems to the boys in the back, and they were the cheesiest things ever.
"Your smile sparkles like the stars in the velvet sky."
"Your eyes are as blue as the depths of the sea."
Etcetera. :]
All in all, a smashing time. We'll see what today brings, regarding reciprocation.
"Your smile sparkles like the stars in the velvet sky."
"Your eyes are as blue as the depths of the sea."
Etcetera. :]
All in all, a smashing time. We'll see what today brings, regarding reciprocation.
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Dear Nicola,
I'm sorry you don't feel like you fit here anymore, but I do appreciate you coming home even if I don't get to see you. It's nice to think of you as being in the same place as I am, and Natalia and I have decided that I'm going to GVSU for a weekend.
Although with regards to the fitting in bit... Now you know how I felt when I came home with Blue Lake.
Love, Katja.
There. A post dedicated to your lovely self should make it better, right? :P
Although with regards to the fitting in bit... Now you know how I felt when I came home with Blue Lake.
Love, Katja.
There. A post dedicated to your lovely self should make it better, right? :P
Friday, September 26, 2008
Write Right - Unfinished
Her eyes were blue, I think, or green. I never really knew, as we hardly made eye contact; she was so shy. Her hair was brown, her waist was tiny, and her English was good. She, at the same time, was incredibly different from and exactly like her family.
Her older brother was most like her, and their mother. Quiet, but sweeter than the cantaloupe we would eat before meals. Brother, sister, mother were soft-spoken; the former were both incredibly gifted, musically. They tentatively accepted me into their family, but gladly accepted me into their home.
Her younger brother and father were the jokers in her family. They were friendly, open, made me feel at ease. Her father was so good with his English, and helped translate back and forth between us; her brother was hilarious, even in French. Both of them reminded me so much of my actual family back in America that it made me hurt.
She was like them too, my sister. After our trip to the music school, after sitting through accordion class, she opened like a book. We shared questions, culture differences, flute music. I showed her my Facebook; she was thrilled to see my family, friends, life. She left me fall asleep in the car on our trips into town, and on our final day as sisters, we took a trip together. She smiled, laughed; she opened up as she hadn’t before.
I saw the real her.
And then we parted, but stayed close. She was part of our music program in town; although she didn’t laugh as much, or talk as much, but she would smile and me, and I at her, and we held together as no other two did. After almost eleven days with her, with her family,
Her older brother was most like her, and their mother. Quiet, but sweeter than the cantaloupe we would eat before meals. Brother, sister, mother were soft-spoken; the former were both incredibly gifted, musically. They tentatively accepted me into their family, but gladly accepted me into their home.
Her younger brother and father were the jokers in her family. They were friendly, open, made me feel at ease. Her father was so good with his English, and helped translate back and forth between us; her brother was hilarious, even in French. Both of them reminded me so much of my actual family back in America that it made me hurt.
She was like them too, my sister. After our trip to the music school, after sitting through accordion class, she opened like a book. We shared questions, culture differences, flute music. I showed her my Facebook; she was thrilled to see my family, friends, life. She left me fall asleep in the car on our trips into town, and on our final day as sisters, we took a trip together. She smiled, laughed; she opened up as she hadn’t before.
I saw the real her.
And then we parted, but stayed close. She was part of our music program in town; although she didn’t laugh as much, or talk as much, but she would smile and me, and I at her, and we held together as no other two did. After almost eleven days with her, with her family,
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
$20,000/year
Seems like a lot? Well, it is. But it's also how much Aquinas is willing to give me if/when I attend. Awesome, right??
Speaking of awesome, somebody just switched out of Write Right and into my Microsoft Office class. Which means I totally have a chance of taking his place in Write Right! ...Yes, I know that it's the fourth week of school, and yes, I know it might be hard to catch up. But seriously, I don't care. :]
Speaking of awesome, somebody just switched out of Write Right and into my Microsoft Office class. Which means I totally have a chance of taking his place in Write Right! ...Yes, I know that it's the fourth week of school, and yes, I know it might be hard to catch up. But seriously, I don't care. :]
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