i really like that song on the new mac commercial, "new soul." it's catchy. i find myself sing and humming it. i dig it.

wow, did i really just write "dig"? yup, pretty sure i did. sorry about that.

i'm in boston right now. not quite sure why i feel the need to post but i do. i feel i need to get back in touch with my writing-ness.

i'm slightly not looking forwards to going back to vandy. it's gonna be one helluva ride starting as soon as i get off the plane. so much to do. too much to do. but all of it necessary.

in other news, i'm going to Peru for this summer. I'll be there basically the entire month of may, june and july. i'll be working on a dig sponsored by one of the anthro profs at vandy. i'm really really really excited! travis is going down too, which is nice cause i'll have someone who's been through it all before. i'm excited to see what happens this summer, if i like it, if it will definitively lead me in a direction.

we'll see.

yeah, i haven't really posted here so much. not quite sure why. things change, i guess.

this semester is crazy. hectic. busy. but good. i feel like i learned a lot about myself when i was in ireland and now that i'm back i'm making sure that i stick to my principles and do what i want to do. it's been pretty nice, actually.

ok well i'm at work now so i should probably go but i'll try and update more often.

back to school, back to school to prove to dad i'm not a fool

so i've been here for almost two months and this is really the first time i've posted here: sorry.

to make it up to you...actually, i don't have anything to make it up to you. sorry. again.

it's been great so far. at the beginning it was sort of like freshman year all over again because no one knows anyone, except for those few people who have planned out going to the same school as their best friends from high school. but besides from that, we were all wondering around awkwardly trying to make friends. i made some. i like them. they're good friends.

i have a roommate for the first time in...ever. it's been really great so far. my other housemates are great too. they're irish. two of them are guys. i kind of like living with guys, it gives a different perspective. except they never clean up or do their dishes. but other than that, i like it. sometimes girls can be too much drama.

laundry cost 3 euros to wash and 3 euros to dry. that's 6 euros. that's almost 2 pints at a pub. i refuse to pay that which is why i'm at my cousins right now, haha.

i've got some pictures up on www.flickr.com/kathryndetore and you should probably check them out.

i made it. i'm in ireland. someone has already called me "irish." granted it was some mexican that works at the hotel, but still. it's something. 

i hope everyone is having fun at vandy! (minus jess, who i  hope is having fun at cornell and sarah at miami). i miss you guys!

i'll try and write more when i get my computer set up.

woah, if i keep this up, it might become a habit. again.

i'm getting nervous. i leave for ireland in a week. a week from now i will be sitting/sleeping on a plane going over the pond to live for 4 months. crazy.

i've been procrastinating with packing because then i think it'll be real. i can't believe i have to pack my life into two suitcases. it's not gonna be pretty...

i can do this.

remember that time when i used to blog all the time? yeaaahhh...don't know what happened.

we need to eradicate the obesity epidemic. why? well for all the normal reasons of course (health, etc) but also cause i hate having to sit by fat people on the plane/bus/subway. i shouldn't be punished (ie: squished) by their inability to control their eating habits. honestly is it really so hard to turn down that extra mcdonalds double bacon cheeseburger as your third lunch? i think not. this probably sounds harsh but i don't really care; i hate being squished.

a picture of the tattoo can be seen on my myspace page and more pictures will be forthcoming on facebook (obviously).

so this summer three of my high school classmates got married and i just found out another is engaged.

i think i'm going to vomit.

in other news: i got a tattoo. sorry ben, but i had to go without you. i know you're probably disappointed but if you still want to get a nipple ring, i'll go with you!

my life has been reduced to reading parez hilton and tmz.com daily. i get up, eat a bran muffin, go to work, come home, make a smoothie, read the gossip sites, and go to bed. rather depressing, actually. but hey, at least i know that christina aguilera might be pregnant, nick lachey and vanessa millano are in the midst of a sex scandal, lindsay lohan turned 21 today, and paris hilton is in hawaii celebrating her freedom from jail. oh and the spice girls reunion might go up in flames because ginger and posh spice are each vying for the most attention.

i really hope nicole riche isn't pregnant. that would just be depressing.

so i just found the chords for meatloaf's classic: "i would do anything for love (but i won't do that)"

expect a cover of this epic 1980's power-pop hit coming to a computer near you soon.

in the meantime, check out the pictures (credit: my mom) of the awesome dinner i made tonight. and yes, i know i'm a huge dork cause i made my own menu. oh well.


the menu


the setting


appetizer


the main course


dessert

i miss my room at school. i've been waking up the past couple of days and wishing i was back there. weird.

only four days back from bonnaroo and it's like it never happened. isn't it amazing how easy it is to get sucked right back into the routine?

to jess: i'm sorry but i'm not going to be able to go to jessapolooza in july. i couldn't get the time off work. but, while i was driving down to the 'roo, i decided that i'm going to do a tour of the east coast so a stop in DC is most deffinitely going to be planned. (ben--since you live in the DC area you will have no excuse for not seeing me while i'm there. unless of course you're out taming the rapids, or whatever it is you do when you kayak).

reason #58 why i love photoshop:

so...summer. hmm, what of that?

i am sunburnt. on my knee. just like a circle. still trying to figure that one out.

bonnaroo in 3 days. pretty pumped for that. i have no idea how it's gonna go. i have a feeling it's not going to go at all like i imagine it will.

i think it would be a fair assessment to say that i'm already burned out. i've been working 5 days a week since i got back. i never worked this much last summer. at most i'd work 4 days a week with an occasional (ie: once a month) double thrown in. this summer it's 5 days a week with the assumption that i'm gonna pull at least one double a week. normally i think i could do it, but i'm also getting pissed off/frustrated with some of my co-workers. i need a break, not only to rest and recharge, but to get away from some of them. i just hate being continually told what to do when i already know what to do. i just hate having to deal with the brunt of other people's insecurities and shortcomings. i know how to do my job and i don't need you to tell me.

unrelated: i was gonna watch "snatch" tonight cause i just rented it from blockbuster. i just laid down in my bed and i was all excited to watch it, but when i opened the DVD case it was empty. talk about let down. so yeah, that sucks. i'm just gonna complain to the store tomorrow and try and get a free rental or something.

i can't wait for ireland. i'm so excited. i can't stand being in fort wayne anymore.

i work too much.

today was my first day of work. last night i was thinking "oh, wouldn't it be funny if i was late tomorrow?" flash forwards to this morning when i wake up to hear my mom opening my door and asking, "what time are you supposed to be at work?"

yup. you guessed it. my alarm didn't go off. it was 1030 and i was supposed to be there at 10. i got there at 11 and it really wasn't a big deal but i was freaking out.

so i got home on sunday. i woke up monday and i thought i was back at school; i was very disoriented when i first woke up cause my alarm wasn't where i was used to it being. i miss school. it's been a lot harder that i thought it would be readjusting. i know i haven't even been home for a full week yet so i shouldn't be making assumptions about how the rest of the summer will be, but i'm not optimistic. it's just that there's nothing here for me. i don't really miss vandy, but i miss the idea of vandy.

this is so weird. i'm not going to see some people for about 9 months.

i hate saying goodbye. you can never say enough. or sometimes you say too much. there's no right way to do it.

tonight has been bizarre. not good, not bad, but bizarre.

i'm not ready for this to be over. i'm not ready for home.

i can't believe how different things are now. so i've decided that i'm gonna put my itunes on shuffle while i'm studying for finals so i can get a variation of music to study to and tonight celine dion's classic "it's all coming back to me now" came on. it made me think of a year ago (almost exactly) when i rediscovered the song drunkenly in annie's room during rites of spring. things are so different now. besides from the obvious (that we're not all together anymore) things are still different. i think we're all different people with new friends, new lives, new experiences. and as much as there were bad times last year, i still miss it. i miss how things were. i miss the touch of torgo, random dance parties, twinkie costumes, hiding from caroline in closets, trying to figure out what the dyer 3 boys were doing from the noises they were making, stocking the munchie mart in my room, going to lunch at 3 o'clock, and crashing drama parties. those were good times.

this isn't to say that i don't have good times this year. i have milkshake dinners with emma at ct west, cookies and pita chips at grin's, apples with caramel dip, chocolate covered raisens, french toast breakfasts, cookies, and a ton of other things. but that doesn't mean i don't miss the other stuff too. it's good but it's different.

so instead of being surrounded by friends and alcohol this time when i hear "it's all coming back to me now" i'm sitting in biomed library, by myself, studying a 1500 page thick book getting nostalgic over the "old times."

sometimes i have to wonder at the things that come out of my mouth. where did they come from? why did i think it was either appropriate or relevant? these are just some of the many questions that flash through my mind after i speak.

i think that with the advent of finals, i am slowly losing my mental capacity. not really a good thing, considering the circumstances. but seriously i am losing my faculties. my spelling and speech patterns are deteriorating. crap.