i'm leavin on a jet plane

i'm outta here at 5am tomorrow morning. study abroad/coolest trip ever, here i come!

6 weeks worth of stuff in that little suitcase. and it only weighs 35 pounds. nailed it.

i'm taking my ipad equipped with the blogger app, 

so i think i will be posting here every now and then while i'm gone.

ta ta for now, america!

pride and prejudice is my real life

5 girls. this scene is a thing that really happens.

they're "helping me pack" right now.

me: kaity, what's the name of the boy who has a crush on you?

kaity: oh. do you want me to just name all of them?

my first tweet from a celebrity

was an imaginary account but did i still pee my pants? yes.

school's out so i'm blogging again.

// bye white house. i love you // last night with my roommates/lovers //

// and just like that, all of my dollars turned into euros // pretty trees. not-so-pretty smell //

// last day of work, kickin it in my private bathroom // no more early morning editing. at least for the next 6 weeks //

// our blood, sweat, and tears went into those wings for the film. literally all of those fluids // oh, hi mason //

//sam let me be his coach for the day // that movie is in my top 20 //

i look happy here but don't be fooled

PACKING AND MOVING IS THE BANE OF MY LIFE.

endings and beginnings

me and two of my best friends from film school being happy at the bon jovi concert. sam and martha.

I'm taking an 18 month break from school. And chances are, most all of my friends will be graduated and will have moved on to new things when I finally make it back to school. This is really disheartening, and it's a sacrifice for me.

But remember how I felt this same wistful feeling at the end of last semester? And at the end of last school year? And a little teeny bit at the end of high school? It's a pattern. A pattern that applies to most everyone I think, but I've just now pinpointed it for me. 

Everything ends. All these good, amazing, fun, awesome things I get to do start out as a sometimes uncomfortable adjustment, but by the time it ends I realize how much it has meant to me and how much I love it. I grow really close to people easily. Sometimes I think my heart is too big because I get attached to people and things (and books and songs and movies and sandwiches) so easily. Then the great thing has to come to an end and we have to leave, and I feel like something is missing for a while. Then I meet new people that get to fill in those voids. 

I'm sad about it now, but I know that the emptiness that is left after this semester will be filled eventually. I'll go through the same cycle of adjustment, being comfortable, being happy, and then sadness upon the inevitable end. It's going to happen with my study abroad, and then happen again (probably times 100) with my mission.

I'm learning not to be sad when it's time for another ending. Isn't it great that we all get to be characters in each other's stories? Going through this cycle of loving people and leaving people just makes us warmer and more human, I think. And things will always come back into our lives to help fill in the gaps again. And I'm going to be happy. I am happy.

celebrity men = cookies

remember THIS?

my mom sent me this a few weeks later:

she knows exactly how much i love pumpkin chocolate chip cookies.

post-nap zombie times

update: i did get some sleep at long last.

but i woke up feeling like a zombie.

and also i was wearing the exact same outfit as R from warm bodies.

so. that was appropriate.

in other news,

BON JOVI CONCERT TONIGHT.

because we caaaaaan.

don't read this, mom

captain's log: 15 April 2013, 1:35 am.

writing a research paper. due at 9am.

currently on my 39th hour in a row of no sleep.

kid cudi, U2, brandon flowers, and bastille keeping my company.

surprisingly, not feeling stressed out at all.

but the sleep deprivation is beginning to set in.

over and out.

april playlist

you can't be in my head - tighty willis ^^^(cool people i know who sound like vampire weekend and like cats!)
the whole warm bodies soundtrack
sunday bloody sunday - u2
not your fault - awolnation
feeling good - nina simone

my abode

it is pretty amazing what alone time can do for me.
if i can get a solid 45 minutes per day all by myself,
not looking at anyone, talking to anyone, listening to anyone (or anything, really).
i'm a much happier person.

sometimes i just need to let my energy bar fill back up, you know?

the white house has been really good for that.
our room is L-shaped, so I have a secret nook all to myself.

here i sit on that yellow bed,
writing my zombie script
(well, blogging while i'm supposed to be writing my zombie script),
tucked away where no one can see me and i can see no one.

I only live here for 2 more weeks.
white house, you have been good for my introverted-ness.

excuses

the sporadic posting.
sorry about it.
the projects and finals, you know.

the blog isn't the only thing being neglected.
fruits and vegetables are too.
scurvy is inevitable at this point.

at this time next month...

...i'll be following that dotted line.

it breaks down about like this:

3 days in athens, 9 days all over italy, 

3 days in vienna, 3 days in munich, 

2 weeks in paris, 1 week in london.

it's all i can think about, really.

image via

pushing daisies

pushing daisies is the show i'm watching now.

even though i don't have time to be watching shows. 

(someone help me, i'm drowning in homework ahhhhhh)

ahem. anyway.

it's super. it's really quirky and the writing is witty and the design is really fun.

and it's narrated by jim dale, who narrates the harry potter audio books (he's rad).

the only problem with the show is....

LEE PACE IS TOO ATTRACTIVE.

watch the show.

a fabulous little thing by our friend, brother, and folk hero: wes anderson

monday thoughts

when i was young i used to think that because i had two sets of grandparents, each set of grandparents also had another set of grandkids. you know what i'm saying? like how i have my mom's side of the family and my dad's side of the family, i thought my cousins and i were only one set of grandkids, and my grandparents had another group of grandkids that i had never seen before.  i couldn't really understand that i could have two grandpas and two grandmas, but each couple only got one set of grandkids. oh, how i longed to meet those other sets of grandkids.

ok, that doesn't really make sense. neither does this research paper i'm trying to write.

ps - if you are on spring break right now, BE GRATEFUL.