impressions.

so my choir teacher was talking today about how in all the years she's been teaching, she still wonders if she's left any kind of lasting impression on anyone. personally, i love her. most of the kids that i know of claim to hate her. but all throughout high school, she has ALWAYS been my favorite teacher, except for a couple others. (this fact could very well be due to the fact that i redefine choir nerd...) but no matter, she has left a very positive impact on my life, and i will never forget her for as long as i live. she has taught me so many life lessons like to not be afraid to show my true personality, and to not be ashamed or shy about my talents and to use them to make others happy. but anyway, it got me thinking: have i even left a lasting impression on anyone's life? i mean i have only been alive a short eighteen years. but if i were to die tomorrow, would anyone remember anything about me in five years? ten years? twenty? i don't want to leave this world without making a positive difference in someone's life. i want to know that i helped someone in some way.. in any way. i try to do something every day that can be helpful.. but of course we all fall short sometimes. anyway, if you're reading this, i hope i have impacted your life in a positive way. i want to live a life worth remembering. :)


peace & blessings, kate. ♥

every day.

every day is the start of something beautiful. i wonder what beautiful thing started today... one beautiful thing that happened for me today is i stayed home and slept ALL DAY. i have no idea why, but last night i didn't sleep a wink. i just laid in bed all damn night wishing that i could just fall asleep. if i had thought about it then, i would've just gotten up and took a shot of nyquil to fall asleep. oh well, staying home was good. i went to sextet practice then just came home, made myself some breakfast then went right to bed. i really didn't do much else the rest of the day... although right now i do need to go make a crib sheet for my astronomy test tomorrow because my teacher is a douche and will still probably make me take the test. ugh. how many days until i'm done again? i can't wait until summer! i'm babysitting all day, weekdays this summer but it's totally worth it. i'll make more in a week than i will make in a month working at hy-vee. kinda sad that i've almost worked there 3 years and i barely make enough to pay my mother for my phone bills and other stuff i owe, not to mention having money to go out with friends. anyway, time to hop on that homework, shower, then get my butt in bed! i'm NOT going to have a repeat insomnia session tonight. i hope that you all had a good day! :) peace and blessings. <3

so, it's been a few days since i've written a blog... i know i know... i'm laggin! sorry guys! (slash two people... because i only have two followers). ha, well anyways, my weekend was pretty uneventful. like usual. i hope once i get to college i have more going on. staying home doing nothing makes me feel so damn dumb. i did hang out with my girrrrl shanaynay today. :) and that was fun. like always. that woman makes me laugh like no other. i'm trying really hard not to keep using these elipses... or whatever they're called. (...) i guess my mind is just too tired to really be in a creative thinking mood tonight. i still haven't gotten up to go clean my room and i swore to myself i wouldn't go to bed until it was clean! well, maybe tomorrow i will have more brain juice flowing so i can write a decent blog entry. sorry if you read this hoping for it to be awesome. tomorrow will be better, promise. luh you guys. <3 

eighteen days left.

eighteen. such a great number in my eyes right now! not only my age, but also the number of school days i have left until that big, glorious, wonderful, amazing, spectacular day... GRADUATION! i can't even begin to explain how excited i am to finally be DONE. honestly, i loved high school. best four years of my life thus far. i have had more fun than should really be allowed for a girl growing up BUT... i'm over it now. not the fun part... but high school. i'm to the point where all the little freshman/sophomore dramas are more annoying than entertaining, and paying attention in class is, for all intensive purposes, optional. unless you're failing a class (which i definitely am NOT) we all know we're going to graduate even if we completely bomb the finals. and before you think my grades are slipping, think again yo! i don't even need to pay attention because all the information given in class is stuff we've been covering since 8th grade. as far as the other classes go like astronomy... mr. healey played youtube videos for us half the hour then went off on a ramble about sun spots looking like satan... it's a hard class in case you couldn't tell. anyway... after these last couple weeks roll by it's all smoooooth sailing until college starts. i'm not necessarily nervous, but i'm a little apprehensive. i don't know what to expect. three cheers for being the freshman again... fml! fml! fml! haha, jk it's not that bad. i'm actually really looking forward to the new chapter of my life. i'm excited to live on my own and by my own rules, cook my own food, and decorate my room and bathroom!!! :) teehee, so i'm going to make the most of these last days when my class and i will all be together, because i know i'm going to miss it. to all underclassmen: don't take any day you have with your friends for granted, because even though it's totally stupid and cliche to say it, the time really flies by. peace out for now homies. <3

my first blog entry.

just like in a diary entry, i don't know where to begin. do i introduce myself to my new diary? does it already know who i am? does my diary even care what i have to say? because in all honesty and fairness, my diary has no choice of whether or not to listen to all my ranting and raving. it has to just lay there while i scribble in all my hate notes or my love letters to crushes who will (hopefully!) never see them. for the sake of not writing a novel my first post, i'll just lay it out in simple terms: i have a lot to say and all i want is someone to hear me. and so, dear diary, that is why i ask... can you keep a secret?