It's HOT in There!

Greetings! I am aware of how long it's been since I last updated, so save it Aunt Tina/Julie. I am in NO mood for your complaining. Literally nothing has been going on in the world of Katie, so I haven't felt the need to update y'all on anything. It has come to my attention, however, that my upcoming trip to NYC will be canceled should I continue to neglect this bloggy-wog (I've been reading too much Russel Brand). So. Here. We. Go.

A few countdowns:

12: number of days till I arrive in NYC and see my wonderful Grace
1: number of exams I have separating me from summer (Near Eastern Art and Visual Culture, Monday at noon)
~52: number of weeks until I will move to England!*

*I have decided that I shall move to England, whether or not I've been accepted to a graduate program. It's what I want, and I'm all about doing the things that I want to do and doing the things that'll make me happy. Grace's recent move to NYC has inspired me to sit and think about what direction I want my life to go in. Let's break it down and get serious for a moment (this is what happens when I blog against my will - I'm all emo and shit): If I could be anywhere in the world, I'd be in London. If I could do anything in the world, it'd be to be in a graduate program in England. I'm graduating next December. I'm going to really be in charge of my life for the first time. Put it all together, and what do you get? Katie goes to London! I see it a la Mary Tyler Moore, minus Minneapolis, plus a sweet flat, and of course still beret-throwing.

And hopefully still toting that rawsome coat

Annie, Julia, and I decided to start doing Bikram Yoga. Hilarity ensued via the near-death experience that IS hot yoga.... by the end of the hour and a half session I had:
1. soaked my tank top through with sweat so that it looked like I had gone swimming
2. died for ca. 2 minutes
3. felt like I was on acid
4. stubbed my toe on my other toe due to a combination of my left leg sliding down my sweaty right leg and trying to position my body in ridiculous pose

That's pretty much what I looked like though....little known fact about Bikram yoga is that you turn in an extremely limber and well muscled dude. It was hot. LITERALLY!! zing.

In case you were wondering, I did indeed have a great trip to Kappa Kappa Tina/the Nana in St. Louis. The highlight of the trip was my Nana calling Gracie a drunk slut. There's nothing better than Garcia with no filter. (Read: Olivia)

I am also 22. 22 --> 25 --> 30 --> death. Woof.

Something I've learned in the past week: It's not difficult to return a text message, but there are extenuating circumstances that prohibit one from fulfilling this necessary human duty (i.e: death; driving; forgotten phone, etc.). If you choose not to, you're obviously a) not a human and b) an asshole non-human. Generally from the Scandinavian countries.

I wasn't going to name-names, but DAMNIT Yukon Cornelius! TAKE A MINUTE AND GET BACK TO ME! Or is there not enough room on your tool belt for a mobile?!

Hero of the day: The Cure. I don't feel the need to qualify that one.

Delishtastic

Currently reading: five weeks worth of articles for my art history class that I made the conscious decision not to read for the past five weeks. FML.
Currently listening to: Hatful of Hollow by The Smiths
Currently craving: a magical way to have all of this Near Eastern Art History material seep into my brain and guarantee me an A in this class.

date; subject matter; material; significance, please.

Peace, Love, and the Persian Empire.
-Blowfish.