Big Sigh

Well, I've had my interview...and I don't even know what to say about it. It wasn't spectacular, and it wasn't terrible. It was mediocre. And that's probably not going to cut it. I can't even remember what I said for parts of it, and that totally isn't me; I remember every little details of interviews, because later I go over them in my head.

I'm screwed, and all I want right now is a letter telling me I made it. That I'm in for the summer (which also means the rest of life, if I want to). That I'm a counselor.

Anything good in addition to that would just be icing on the cake. Sigh.

Pray for me please...and I don't even normally ask for prayers for myself...so you can tell that I really really want this.

Finally and Nervousity

Finally:

This tri is over, I got a phone call for a Franke interview, and today I will be meeting new people, hopefully. I think I'm finally coming together.

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Nervousity:

Yes I made that word up. Wallace* said that the interview was really hard and that they're only taking 5 people. Rumors throughout the year said 9 people. Guess they were a little bit off....didn't they hear the rumors? They have to offer 9...it's a rule, rumors are always true....aren't they?

This sucks. I have to make it...or I probably won't make it through the summer. B/c I honestly don't want to work anywhere else...and not making it would seriously mess things up. Seriously....this sucks.

Pray hard for me...b/c I'm going to need all the help I can get.

Katie out

When Will?

When wiiiiiiiilllllllllll this trimester of school ennnnnnnnnnd..............I'm so sick of schoooooooooool......so sick that I add extra letters to words like thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis. Makes it sound more whiney....me likey.

When am I going to geeeeeeeeeet a phoooooooooone caaaaaaaaaaaaaaall for an interview for camp? This is killing me.

I just want to do something new, go somewhere new, meet someone knew, or have an exciting new experience. Key word there: NEW.

I super uber heart Relient K and their new song: In Like a Lion (Always Winter)....check it out!

Katie out

Nothing is Guaranteed

Goodness gracious...I'm lame....

And so bored that I'm back here posting about my mundane life.

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Being a senior has it's ups and downs...but mostly downs lately. College scholarships and AP classes equal little fun for Katie. Blech.

Heck, double blech.

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I'm sick of the same old same old. And I'm missing all of my Franke friends. I really think that we all need to get together. Soon. Immediately. Now. ASAP. 10/4.

Riiiiiiiiiiiiight.

But more so, I'm very nervous about applying for staff soon. Because nothing is guaranteed. Nothing. They don't have to have me. That's probably what worries me the most. I've been at camp forever in the summer, I can't imagine not being there. All my friends complain that they never have anything to do over the summer and that they are always bored. Well I never was, I was always at camp. Basking in 90 degree weather in jeans...babysitting. And I enjoyed it more than anything else in the world. Camp has brought so many gems to my world. Friends. Best friends. Laughter. True personality. Acceptance of myself. Miracles.

So to be without it...is horrible. Terrible. No good. Rotten. Icky. Hopeless.

[I just realized that this whole thing was just a stream of conscious; yay for feelings finally coming to the surface...]

Inspirational

worth posting I thought...
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Life isn't about keeping score. It's not about how many friends you have. Or how many people call you. Or how accepted or unaccepted you are. Not about if you have plans this weekend. Or if you're alone. It isn't about who you're dating, who you use to date, how many people you've dated, or if you haven't been with anyone at all. It isn't about who you have kissed. It's not about sex. It isn't about who your family is or how much money they have. Or what kind of car you drive. Or where you're sent to school.I

t's not about how beautiful or ugly you are. Or what clothes you wear, what shoes you have on, or what kind of music you listen to. It's not about if your hair is blonde, red, black, brown, or green. Or if your skin is too light or too dark.

It's not about what grades you get, how smart you are, how smart everyone else thinks you are, or how smart standardized tests say you are. Or if this teacher likes you, or if this guy/girl likes you. Or what clubs you're in, or how good you are at "your" sport. It's not about representing your whole being on a piece of paper and seeing who will "accept the written you".

But life is about who you love and who you hurt. It's about who you make happy or unhappy purposefully. It's about keeping or betraying trust. It's about friendship, used as sanctity, or as a weapon. It's about what you say and mean, maybe hurtful, maybe heartening. About starting rumors and contributing to petty gossip. It's about what judgments you pass and why. And who your judgments are spread to.

It's about who you've ignored with full control and intention. It's about jealousy, fear, pain, ignorance, and revenge. It's about carrying inner hate and love, letting it grow and spreading it.But most of all, it's about using your life to touch or poison other people's hearts in such a way that could never occurred alone. Only you choose the way these hearts are affected and those choices are what life is all about.

–unknown

Banana Pancakes?

Heck...I wish it was still the weekend. I worked all weekend...at the hippest place in town. Olllllllld Navvvvvvyyyyy...said like they do in the commercials...

The Colts are 9-0. Interesting fact to note...the last 9-0 team fell at Cincinnati. Guess where the Colts play on Sunday....that's right....Cincinnati! And I hopefully won't have to work, because I did this Sunday...and had to have my mom tape it for me. And have my brother promise to NOT tell me the score. And it all worked out perfectly! 9 and 0h baby!

Old Navy is cool and all. I'm not sure I could spend my entire life folding clothes...but it's cool. Yay for all the cute clothes there...I'm probably never going to be able to take any money home, because of all the cute clothes.

Katie out...

Long Time Coming??

Wowee. Sorry for all my "loyal" readers (aka people who are attempting to hit me because I never update this...coughSarahandNikkicough). Well let's see what has happened since my last update.

The Colts are 8-0 and have beaten the Patriots. Whoever says that that doesn't matter...is definitely wrong. Wrong, I say.

Rotary Club is no fun when you're an 18-year-old girl and everyone else is an old man. However, singing "Ring That Rotary Bell" may be the highlight of the month November. And the jokes they tell are funny in a pitiful-kind-of-funny way. However there is a hot "nerdy" guy there that turns out to have a girlfriend...thanks a lot for the news Nikki.

Umm first trimester is almost over...I am very glad. I'm sick of my internship at BBBS. It's so boring, and they never have anything for me to do. Thank goodness I only have 10 more hours there. Hoorah!

I'm sad that my fourth period yearbook class is almost over, but I am glad

Speaking of BBBS, my LS never calls me back...grrr.

I'm working at Old Navy now for anyone who didn't know. I really like it, but ofcourse I have only worked one day...for four hours. And all I did was fold clothes. Whatever...I get to wear a walkie and I get major discounts...so that's pretty cool.

Update over...Katie out!