Fixie

Broken noses, and shattered dreams

kate — Tue, 22 Apr 2008 04:11:28 +0000

Today I had my first 2 finals of this semester. They were tough, but not as tough as last week. My boyfriend, who happens to be my favorite person in the world, broke his nose in a biking accident, and he is quite proud to say that he left a nice puddle of dried blood at the scene of the accident. I broke my nose about two years ago, and it hurts….bad…. REALLY bad, and there is a massive amount of blood that somehow spews from your face out in all directions. So while all this spewing was going one, he attempted to phone me and in a mumbleing tone I was sort of able to make out what happens… and then it hits me, what the hell am I supposed to do. When I broke my nose it was during a soccer game and there was a doctor there who popped it back in place before I even got a chance to leave the field, but now there were no parents, no doctors, no coaches, just me the only one with a car, I didn’t even know where the hospital was. I suppose this was the first test of my nerves under a real emergency, becuase usually I am the one who is hurt and needs stitches or what not. But now I am proud to say I woke up his roomates (did I mention this happened at 7:30 am?) got directions to the nearest hospital (20 minutes away i might add) and drove safely, but speedily my baby to the emergency room all the while he was dripping blood onto a once white hankerchief. And once there…. I sat….and sat…. and sat some more…. for three hours or so until he came out all better, and by better I mean a pretty swollen nose, but no more bleeding. Apprently he had set the bone himself before we even left for the emergency room, I know what a bad ass, I wish I could say the same about my broken nose, but no I screamed and wailed in horror of the bloody river that seemed to explode from my nose onto my hands. I am proud of him for handleing the pain so well, and a little bit proud of myself for not freaking out, and managing to get him fixed up. We both missed all of our classes for the day, but hell, I hate class anyways.

It seems

kate — Tue, 15 Apr 2008 02:33:59 +0000

… That I will be homeless when I return to school in the fall. I had applied earlier in the semester to live in the on campus apartments, but instead i got assigned to an incredibly small triple in a dorm. I can no longer bear the thought of having to leave everytime I want to eat, or dressing in the dark in fear of waking my grumpy roomate for my eight o’ clock class, nor the thought of having to share a tiny room with someone who doesn’t like to acknowledge that I exist. So instead of living in a dorm i set out on a quest, so far very unsuccessfully, to find a house or an apartment to live in. A few days ago I was incredibly relieved, I’ll even go as far to say that I was genuinely excited to return in the fall, I thought I had it all figured out. I had found these two great girls who needed two more roomates to live in their house next year. I met with them, they were incredibly sweet and we talked for a good two hours or more, they hadn’t finalized any details yet and they still had to talk to some other girls but I was convinced that I had the gig. Thrilled, I went back to my normal routine and waited for their call, and waited, and waited. They didn’t respond….so I called, several times, no response. Then I recieved the ill fated email with the thinly vailed lie that they “couldn’t reach the landlord” that I would have too look somewhere else, that they were debating moving somewhere else. The real kicker came when I saw they had put up a new flyer in search of not two but 1 roomate for the same house only a day after I was turned down. What hurts the most is that I wasn’t picked because it didn’t work out or I couldn’t afford the rent or some other silly reason, but I was not picked simply because of my personality. It was a deafening blow to my social confidence, which is already incredibly low. As of now I am still looking and replying to flyers, but no one wants to return my emails/calls. With only 13 days of school left, I am beginning to panic……eeek!

Unrealized

kate — Tue, 01 Apr 2008 03:38:50 +0000

I have only dabbled in sewing, but today I came to a full appreciation of people who can sew well. I am attempting to make a cellphone pocket for my messanger bag and the results are as of yet rather sloppy. I imagine it would be much easier if I owned a sewing machine, but with my lack of funds the only option I had was to rough it the way they did in the good old days. I eventually want to get a sewing machine and learn to make clothes, but for now doing it by hand has given me such a greater appreciation for technology like the sewing machine.

excitement

kate — Fri, 28 Mar 2008 19:39:56 +0000

…is in the air. Today is my birthday! I am so excited. My friends and I had a potluck dinner on Wednesday to celebrate and I don’t recall ever having a better birthday party. It was the first party I have had in several years and that made it all the better. I thought there would come a time where I would be forced to outgrow such a thing, but apparently I was mistaken. Long live the birthday party!

your company

kate — Tue, 25 Mar 2008 23:42:03 +0000

…makes light of a rainy day. It didn’t rain today, it was actually a beautiful day, but it was too chilly to enjoy the warmth of the sun. I would categorize myself as cold blooded if I could. I never seem to be warm all winter, despite the fact that I live in Florida. I would never be able to stand snow at the end of March, I can barely stand the 60 degree weather we are having right now, but that is most likely because I am never properly dressed for such weather.

I went to see a film for one of my classes yesterday called Saving Face. It was about a Chinese doctor and her mother. It was a film that you don’t really see in mainstream Hollywood, if I hadn’t taken this class I would have never seen it. It pitted how traditional Chinese culture viewed sexuality. If i had read the summary on the back of the DVD box, there was no way I would have been interested in it, but I found it to be funny and enlightening. It is definitely not a date movie, but thought provoking none the less.

so long for now, I must find something to fill my empty tummy

50 miles and flying fish

kate — Tue, 25 Mar 2008 04:14:44 +0000

on saturday i successfully completed the longest bike ride of my life, more than 50 miles! it may not sound that great to anyone who actively rides road bikes, but i don’t actually own a road bike just my fixie. i rode out to wakulla springs and it was unfortunately still chilly. i saw a manatee at the springs, but it was far away and it just appeared to be this hefty blob floating in the water. i waited forever for it to move but it never really did. my favorite part of the springs was how clear the water was. you could see the plants growing on the bottom and there were fish that kept flying up out of no where. the fish were by far the most entertaining part of the spring. the ride back was tiring but still great. my friend is selling a lemond, and since i don’t own a road bike i would love to buy it, too bad i’m still broke :/ i still have to find gas money for my ride home this weekend too… to bad i can’t bike on the interstate

hungry student

kate — Fri, 21 Mar 2008 21:43:55 +0000

i bounced a check today at the grocery store :/ things could be going better, but now that i am $22.38 in the hole i guess that means i am staying home tonight. But the good news is, i should have gotten a $20 parking ticket this morning and i didn’t, so i guess the plot line was just out of my control. today is good friday, which means no meat for me, not that i had the money to buy some anyways.