My cabients and the all white wedding

Over the weekend prior I attended the wedding of a friend of mine, a phenominal painter & faux finisher. So I am posting pics of her wedding and her handywork. I had her paint castle bricks on the walls in the bedroom and she faux finished the cabients to look very french :)

The one bad thing About the wedding is I was completely dying for someone to start singing "its a nice day for a white wedding" and no one did, it was torture :(

Well, back to school time for everyone and once again back to campus for me. It always seems so odd to be back there after a long absence ( you know like my glorious 3 months of summer!). You walk around the familiar hallways, checking your scedule every five minutes. Am I in the right building? What floor was that again? Man this bag is heavy! And all those little familiar thoughts rising up in your head. I have been putting off bio class since I was a freshman as I am not particularly intersted in science. Now I see why. Not only is the building a 20 minute walk from where I have to park (that would be bad enough all by it little self) but it is also in this massively long classroom, it is so creepy to come in and see like 3 classes worth of people shoved into one room, I always get really creeped out by it. And then there the thing I noticed today (it's only the second day of this class so it really isn't so shocking that i didn't see it before) that my he who must not be named ex boyfriend is in that class too. Since the class is so large, the teacher decided to teach from the side of the class as opposed to the front just to make sure people are paying attention. And so I look over and get instantly sick to my stomach. there he is in his stupid little hat. I really tried, I know i did, but i can't help the fact that is has been a full 12 months and I still hate him. It sounds so petty to me and I just don't like feeling like that but honest to god I still hate him. Even writing this now I am getting nauseus.

In completely unrelated news, our family dog, copper, died last weekend of natural causes. He was laid to rest in a private service which I did not attend as I was with mick mick at the vet (he did good, didn't bite the doctor this time!)

Well, I'm off to TPAC to see wicked! See ya laters,

Kat

Yesterday, the entertainment world reeled from the loss of two of its most memorable characters. Micheal Jackson (50) and Farrah Fawcett(61) both passed away yesterday. In memorial, I would like to share with you a poem by Emily Dickenson called "Because I could not stop for death". When someone is lost before their time, it always brings this to mind

"Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.
We slowly drove – He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility –
We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess – in the Ring –
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –
We passed the Setting Sun –
Or rather – He passed us –
The Dews drew quivering and chill –
For only Gossamer, my Gown –
My Tippet – only Tulle –
We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground –
The Roof was scarcely visible –
The Cornice – in the Ground –
Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity – "

Personal feelings asside as far as Micheal Jackson is concerned, he was really too young to be departing this world, at least I think so. Probably because he was my dad's age. And Farrah fawcett, I know she has been struggling for some years with cancer but you know she was such a vibrant person, she reminded me alot of my aunt linda. It really is hard to imagine that someone so vivacious is gone.

My Very First Web Store!

My very first webstore is now up and running and I am thrilled! It isn't completely finished of course but it works and it's awesome! http://cameosbykatrina.webs.com/

I was thinking about my cousin parker today. She's the only girl cousin I have on my dad's side. I was so excited to have a girl cousin, i remember what i felt when I found out. I mean all the cousins i had on my mom's side i didn't relate to because i was always the youngest one there (well, i mean, my brothers were always younger than me but that is really not the point). It really became, though, a study in disappointment. Sure i had this little girl cousin, that i was just hoping to be like the little sister I never had. And do you know, i didn't get to see her until she was well, look at the pic. the first time I ever got to meet her. and then years and years later at my grandpa's funeral and then most recently like a few years ago. I get it, i suppose. My aunt and uncle think i am a bad influence. But when grandma just got back from a trip with a pic of her and she is just so completely different. It just goes to show you, there is absoloutely nothing you can get excited about. You know what i mean, just the most for front example of what i have found to be true, is there is really nothing anymore to get excited about.

You know something I was thinking about the other day when I was bored out of my skull in math class? Teachers. No really. I had some really good teachers in high school and I never appreciated their ability to teach a lesson comprehensively. I have this Pre-Cal teacher this year who, not only teaches the same lesson over and over again until you just want to take the chalk away and toss it out the window, but he teaches it in such a ridiculous way that one comes to wonder how he got to teach in the first place. He also gets to confusing some of the people and I am sitting in the back row doodling when the poor confused people around me have no earthly idea of what is going on and when they try to ask for help, he has a coniption, sputteringly mad. If he wasn't such a complete moron, I wouldn't have to explain it to everyone else. This is one of those times when I really wish I had gotten to go to the school I wanted to. Granted, I will most likely ace the class, but it will have the disadvantage of booring me to tears twice a week.

Merry christmas and Happy New year!

As usual I spent my holiday in sunny florida. However this year for the first time I spent new years eve at a rockin' party. It was amazing! There was this kick butt band playing all my favorite songs in front of a massively huge hat! And then three two one fireworks timed to classic rock. It was unbelievable and i loved all the mega excited people! Everyone cheering, singing along and blowing noise makers. I loved it! The atmosphere was practically electric. If you want to see some pics from my trip visit facebook. My first new years eve party and it was amazing.