So, I started college this past Monday at Pellissippi State Technical Community College or whatever the "official" name is of the place. It's pretty okay, makes me glad I didn't go the the humongous University of Tennessee, Knoxville. I love all of my classes, so much that I'm going to share with you a very detailed, stalker friendly description of my day--partly from boredom, partly as an attempt to rid writer's block so I can start my proposal for my first project. That's right--already I have a semester project.
See my Mondays start bright and early at 8:30 as I (hopefully) arrive on campus early to get a decent parking spot. As I trek to my Western Civilizations class on the 3rd floor of thje McWherter building at 9:40, I reflect on my fear of heights and that wonderful burning sensation in my calves as I haul my huge backpack up there with me. It was in this class that I was assigned my semester project. Professor Erickson passed around a sheet of paper with each unit listed and a slot for four student names. I signed up next to the "Rome" topic and my mind flocked to the ideas I had brewing in my head already.
Imagine me in a toga, if you will....
xD
I'm pumped. So, before my next class (General Biology 1110) began at 11:50, I rushed to the library--my new home. I checked out five books (count em!) for good measure and carried them all to my car in the very back parking lot (I like to call it Egypt). And then I briskly walked back (I like that word, briskly) to the McWherter building only to hear my heart sinking. Professor McElroy, though very lively and sure to be a wonderful instructor, believes "death by PowerPoint" is the root of all evil. It's horrible. She doesn't make PowerPoints, she doesn't post notes on line. I got nothing. See, to me, this so called "death by PowerPoint" is the life in my lungs, the air in my veins!
O.o
Well, you know what I mean. I live for the stuff. You see, if I can write down the PowerPoints off line, read them for myself, hear the instructor go over the matieral, and then take lecture notes on top of that! It's golden. Good stuff right there. But no, my worst subject doesn't believe in the power of the PowerPoints.
So then, I have found a solution.
Death by Outlines.
This, this horrible wretched fun thing to do, is the root of all evil. Who wants to curl up next to the fireplace with a biology book (or math book, as my math instructor "David" pointed out this morning)? No one, that's who. But alas, I must do it, just as Snape must be honor bound to serve two masters. I must write the outline. -.-
However the lovely Professor McElroy did ((I just realized that all of these Professor titles really do make me delusionally believe I'm at Hogwarts.)) give us extra credit opportunities out of the wazzoo.
Moving on to Tuesday. Finite Mathematics in the Lamar building with David Fey (who really prefers you to call him David)) ...
I interrupt this blog post to inform whomever may read this that at 12:23pm on Tuesday August 30, 2011 wbir, the local news crew, tweeted the following:
"@wbir: Streaker arrested with racoon in the car http://t.co/NmSxN6y "
First, let us look and see that I do believe "raccoon" is misspelled and then, please do click the link. It's worth it.
O.O
That man is obviously freaked out by something! Goodness.....
O.o
I return to the story of David, the eccentric math instructor who begs you to call him by his first name. His class with nothing interesting other than the fact all of the homework and quizzes are online and the access code has to be purchased from the bookstore. Problem: the bookstore is sold out of access codes. -.-
So I went to the cafeteria, bought myself the only light and healthy snack I could find and took a seat to begin on the second extra credit assignment for my Biology class (yes, second. You may seend the nerd alert out at any time).
And it was here, as I stirred the granola into my strawberry fruit and yogurt cup that I realized--I look like that crunchy granola type. You know the one. With the tiedye peace shirt on, reading her college success book as she sits alone in the corner of the cafeteria thinking of the wonderful post that this would make on her blog that no one ever reads.
Oh wait.
-,- see my problem?
And now, I will pull myself away from the blog (after posting to facebook of course) and pretend I am a scholarly person as I go downstairs to study and outline my biology book.
Have a very Crunchy day,
Kayy
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Simply Said
Lately, I've received a lot of dirty looks for my newfound love of travel. You have a child; you only want to go there because Brian's there; blah blah blah. If you want details, check out the previous post. There's more than that--than the Brian's there excuse. I mean, yeah, that's nice and it's a bonus. But does anyone ever think about the culture that is slowly seeping away? Ever since I returned from Europe, I've said that America has lost any cultural significance (to me at least, and I fear/know I just angered some relatives). Where is our history? Our heritage? We don't have the castles of centuries ago. We don't have Renaissance art hanging in our most treasured gallery or museum. Our youth care more about Jersey Shore and Halo then the culture around us.
Now see, I can take this into one of two directions. Either A, I can push for discovery of the history, culture, and knowledge around us--encourage my (usually invisible or extinct) readers to go out and discover the land around them. Or, I can go the route I planned. Let me travel. If I can't experience what I long for here in America, let me go elsewhere. Yes, I know I have a child. Yes, I know I have responsiblities here at home. But two weeks every summer to visit distant lands of such rich...experiences...let me experience what I long for.
With that being said, this summer...I wish to go to Scotland., to see the wonderful landscapes and experience the culture. (I feel like I'm overusing that word, I really do. I cant find a better word though...)
And thus we begin the list.
1) Architecture.
Tell me these pictures aren't gorgeous, that Edinburgh and Glasgow aren't beautifully made cities. (source)
This cathedral has a story, waiting to be told! If you know me at all, you know I am a writer. You know inspiration doesn't come along every day. Look at this beautiful cottage! The stream running past. Look at me and tell me that you dont want to walk along the stream, you don't want to experience the beauty.
This, is by far the favourite I have found so far. Two lovers, lounging in a field overlooking the city of Edinburgh. Tell me that isn't beautiful. Tell me you don't want some of this beauty, to experience it and marvel in it!
2) Culture
What about the festivals? The people gathering in the street to celebrate New Years? What about those? You know, I was talking to Brian the other day as he told me about a celebration that is held ever year called Hogmanay. It's a beautiful gathering of people in the streets--areas shut down completely just for these street festivals.
When was the last time we saw that? Or the multiple festivals held every year. The West End Festival, another street party with food, vendors, and music? The children's centered North Glasgow International Festival. The Glasgow International Jazz Festival. World Pipe Band Competitions....The list goes on and on! I dont see events like that in Knoxville. I don't see something new and exciting happening everyday. I want to feel that. I want to experience that. And...let's not forget the bagpipes. :D
3) Landscapes and Castles
I've pretty much decided that Scotland is the MOST beautiful country on the planet. It's no wonder Brian never wants to leave. I'll let the pictures speak for themselves.
Beautiful....
4) History and, of course, Nessie!
I'll admit. When it comes to Scottish history, I don't know much unless it involves the names William Wallace or Queen Mary of Scots. BUT. That's exactly why I want to go. Again, if you know me then you know that I'm planning to major in history. I want to know the entire world's history if I can. I think it would be wonderful, walking into someplace, or being dropped off in a foreign country and knowing the history of it. (While we're on the "I'm lost in a foreign country" scenario, I also want to know every language, every dialect. THAT would be awesome). So, I see Scotland as a learning grounds. Somewhere to truly learn the history, the culture, the heritage. And of course, to visit Nessie at Loch Ness.
So see, it's more than just "because Brian's there" though I always have said...
5) The best way to discover an area, is with a native.
So Brian being in Glasgow helps. :)
I'll leave you with this adorable puppy in a kilt. :D
Thank you for reading my rant, it's nice to really share the love with others.
Leave me love,
Kayy
Now see, I can take this into one of two directions. Either A, I can push for discovery of the history, culture, and knowledge around us--encourage my (usually invisible or extinct) readers to go out and discover the land around them. Or, I can go the route I planned. Let me travel. If I can't experience what I long for here in America, let me go elsewhere. Yes, I know I have a child. Yes, I know I have responsiblities here at home. But two weeks every summer to visit distant lands of such rich...experiences...let me experience what I long for.
With that being said, this summer...I wish to go to Scotland., to see the wonderful landscapes and experience the culture. (I feel like I'm overusing that word, I really do. I cant find a better word though...)
And thus we begin the list.
1) Architecture.
Tell me these pictures aren't gorgeous, that Edinburgh and Glasgow aren't beautifully made cities. (source)
2) Culture
What about the festivals? The people gathering in the street to celebrate New Years? What about those? You know, I was talking to Brian the other day as he told me about a celebration that is held ever year called Hogmanay. It's a beautiful gathering of people in the streets--areas shut down completely just for these street festivals.
3) Landscapes and Castles
I've pretty much decided that Scotland is the MOST beautiful country on the planet. It's no wonder Brian never wants to leave. I'll let the pictures speak for themselves.
Beautiful....
4) History and, of course, Nessie!
I'll admit. When it comes to Scottish history, I don't know much unless it involves the names William Wallace or Queen Mary of Scots. BUT. That's exactly why I want to go. Again, if you know me then you know that I'm planning to major in history. I want to know the entire world's history if I can. I think it would be wonderful, walking into someplace, or being dropped off in a foreign country and knowing the history of it. (While we're on the "I'm lost in a foreign country" scenario, I also want to know every language, every dialect. THAT would be awesome). So, I see Scotland as a learning grounds. Somewhere to truly learn the history, the culture, the heritage. And of course, to visit Nessie at Loch Ness.
So see, it's more than just "because Brian's there" though I always have said...
5) The best way to discover an area, is with a native.
So Brian being in Glasgow helps. :)
I'll leave you with this adorable puppy in a kilt. :D
Thank you for reading my rant, it's nice to really share the love with others.
Leave me love,
Kayy
Senior Year Wrapped in a Bundle of Joy
SO. I know, it's been awhile since I posted. Since November 1, if we're being specific but whose keeping track? I've had so many blog ideas for this little site, but haven't been able to come around to it. Life's been busy, in the least. My dear reader, I believe it's time for a small catchup game. Okay, a big catch-up game but whatever. Let's break it down.
[DISCLAIMER: My senior year, I'll admit, was a series of ups and downs and hardtimes. I'll admit it. And, since I've always believed that it's easier to admit your life in text/writing rather than admitting it outloud, that I would tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth on this site from now. It's like a mini-treat to those who take the time to read my little blog. It's a reward, to dump my secrets on you. But don't worry--it's not a burden to carry. Tell whomever you wish. Just refer them to the site for the full story. :) ]
Christmas 2010:
I spent the time with my family up in Knoxville before flying down to see Dad and the gang in Melbourne, FL. I remember I had the assignment The Prince for my AP European History class, and I chose to watch Supernatural, Charmed, and various shows instead of doing my assignment. Bad move, considering...well, we'll get to that, now won't we? Christmas break passed without incidence, as I remember and around New Years I decided I would log onto my favourite app at the time--ChatAround. I had been on the little app for some time now, and after chasing around the one year old Adam, this little community had become my relaxation time and "me" time. Weird, I know. But anyway, I lay there New Years Eve, and decided I was tired of the community and would retire to play some games on my iPod. As always, before signing off, I said "if you want to talk, ffm me at KayyMyLove." and left the room. (For those who may or may not know, ffm is another app that's like a private message deal.) So, right before I clicked on my game, I got a message from someone. We began talking that night, and we haven't stopped yet.
His name is Brian, and to be quite honest, I've been hiding him from my family (kinda). We'll continue and elaborate on that later. But basically, after maybe two weeks of talking, me going back home and skyping the kid for like 13+ hours straight, we decided that (somehow) we felt like we should be together. Feelings developed, and he asked me to be his girlfriend. Cliche and totally '90s (kinda like the song I'm listening to now iceicebaby)? Completely! But, I said yes. So, I have been dating this guy who's six years older than me and living in Glasgow, Scotland (you read right) for about 7 months now. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
As I said, Leann, Gator, and myself returned to Knoxville for the beginning of my final semester of high school. I loved my classes, but found myself drowning in homework. Between the two AP classes and having the flu, it got bad. Halfway through February, I was forced to stay in bed, away from the classroom--where I desperately needed to be--with the flu. But, I was determined to go to my DECA competition on Thursday. I miraculously made it to competition day at the University Center at the University of Tennessee. I ended up doing phenomenal (if I were to brag, you know) and even made it to State. In the meanwhile, my grades had dropped dramatically and if I were to go to State competition, that would mean I would be gone for an entire week before Spring Break.
Oh yeah. You didn't know.
Brace yourself.
I went to Europe for spring break this year.
Go ahead, take a minute and read over that again, because you read right my dear reader. I went to Europe. Tasted the fine wine of Italy, hiked the Alps, and dined on a Bavarian pretzel (not really, I gave mine to Johnny). So, I was totally fine with the fact I couldn't go to State. I was going to Italy, Austria, and Germany for Spring Break.
Spring Break 2011:
We were delayed at the airport for what seemed like forever. So we played Spoons. It was the best. I hadn't laughed that hard in forever, and it was amazing. We finally landed in Atlanta, Georgia but thanks to our delay back in Knoxville, we had missed our connecting flight to Italy. After several hours, and a few frustrated chaperones, we had been told we had to split up into groups. Thanks to my last name, I was alphabetically determined to go to London. The other 2/3 of our group had to go to NYC. So, I did what any girl who had a British boyfriend would do--told him to get into his car and take the 10 hour drive to London. And of course, he said he couldn't. :( Sad day. But it's okay. Once Mr. Kelley, Sarah, Grace, Peyton, Stephen and I landed in the Heathrow Airport (however you spell it), Mr Kelley argued with a British official who wanted to send just him to Italy, and then we ran across the airport to catch our flight to Italy. The second flight was less eventful. The previous 8-hour flight had consisted of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part One, Easy A, and countless Zuma games. Ten times better than the two hour flight to Rome listening to a few flight attendants argue in Italian. I learned to get used to that. From the airport to the hotel is a blur of motorcyclists, lights, and random outburts from our taxi driver as he too yelled in Italian.
From there, the days blur so much, the best way I know how to separate them is by city.
Rome/Vatican City:
We went through the Vatican Museum and my gosh, it was amazing. I don't think I ever wished for more time then I did going through there. I wish I could've just taken all kinds of pictures in that place. I remember walking through and just seeing so much art! I wanted to buy it all--but clearly, that's impossible. My favourite piece (outside of the Sistine Chapel) was a statue of a man and his son, presumably. And the younger was on his father's shoulders, laughing and looking up at him, and their eyes were made out of colored glass. It added so much life to those blank stares, and like every good author, I decided I would incorporate it into my book The Emperor's Men. (Why no, a little self-promotion doesn't hurt, now does it?) The beautiful Sistine Chapel, however, had to be the most magnificent thing I had ever laid eyes on. It was almost worth it to sneak a picture of it. It was gorgeous. Indescribable. The only thing I can tell you, dear reader, is GO SEE IT.
We continued into the Basilica where I (being the stupid person I am) realized I had lost my hoodie on the tour, and had to venture back to try to find it. No luck. (Thankfully, a very nice young boy named Peter lent me his jacket until I could buy myself another.) While in Rome, we visited the Spanish Steps, where me and a few of my other tour members, dashed up them in a race to see the view from the top. We toured the Pantheon where I was amazed by the dome and the men who were in dresses in front of it (it was some kind of AA thing, or support group for something). The second day we were in Rome (once our other groups met up with us) we got to hear the Pope speak. I have pictures of him and everything. It was amazing. From the Vatican post office, I sent Brian a postcard and he received it about two weeks after I came home. And that, I believe wraps up the non-food excitement about Rome and the Vatican City. Other than that, we dined on pasta, pizza, and the wonderful gelato. This Italian ice cream is singlehandedly the best thing I've ever eaten. It was amazing. In total, we estimated I spent over $80 in this ice cream. It was heaven. As a group, we tried wine in Italy and threw balcony parties where we hopped over the dividers and shared cigarettes/cigars while playing with wakka-wakkas (balloons filled with flour) and drawing mustaches on Devon's face while he slept. We angered an Italian, and befriended the most awesome Canadians I think I had ever met.
Verona and Florence:
Well, on the way to Florence (I think, or maybe on the way to Bavaria...) we stopped in Verona. I decided that I would find a copy of Romeo and Juliet in Italian. It just seemed like the best thing to do. Being in that city, famed for their star-crossed lovers and romance and whatnot, I began to miss Brian. Sure, I had (and still have not) met this guy, but call me crazy. I had fallen in love with a Scotsman and being in Verona did not help. We had this little thing we would do, Brian and I, that traced back to very first night we talked, when I cleaned out from under my bed and sang "I think I Wanna Marry You" off the Glee soundtrack. And, I hope, one day we can ask each other this for real and make the plans. We ask each other "Marry Me" and hope that one day, maybe we could. (Before I get comments along the bottom filled with "you're too young--you hardly know him, etc etc. I know. It sounds crazy. But you want the truth about my trip? About my boyfriend? Here it is. I do hope that we will work, bridge the distance and be together. Cliche and romantic? You bet. Impossible? Not at all. So hush.) So, when we went through the tunnel to Juliet's courtyard, and our tour guide Melanie told us that as tradition, people write love notes on the wall, I climbed myself up to a semi-clear spot just behind the gate, and I drew my little heart, mine and Brian's name in the center and did our traditional "Marry Me" across the top. I hope to one day go back and see if it's still there. I bought my book, rubbed statue-Juliet's boob for luck, and boarded the bus. (It turned out that my book was a history of Romeo and Juliet in Italian, not the actual book.)
Whenever it was that we got to Florence, we had a blast. The Canadians sang "Barrett's Privateers" wonderfully in the sing-off. And then our team got up. With half of the Karns High Ensemble singing "Star Spangled Banner"--we won. :) We continued on with our trip, giving Johnny (another awesome Canadian) any unwanted pasta that we had. And then, we spent a day in Florence. While half of the group toured Pisa, I stuck with a group and we got lost in the "slums of Florence" as I called it and went on a shopping spree. I spent the day with an old friend, and for a little while it felt like nothing had changed. We drank shots of God-knows what with another group of Canadians and shopped the vendor's market. We ate gelato, shared some little secrets and chitchat, and I even found a stuffed elephant for Adam, and some other small gifts for the family back home. Towards the evening. a downpour came and we rushed to our meeting-point to get ready for dinner. After eating, we had another round of balcony parties as I roomed with a Canadian named Angela. Somewhere along the way, I had picked up a copy of Toy Story 2 in Italian, the only one missing from the toy Story Collection back in Tennessee. Italy had turned out to be way more fun than I had imagined, and I soon learned it only got better.
Innsbruck, Austria
Passing into Austria the next day, we had some time to kill and, after Peter led a round of "Barrett's Privateers," I led in "Rocky Top Tennessee" and then--I sang by myself. I sang "Not Alone" by Darren Criss as I traveled through the Alpine mountains to a tour bus full of people. Sure, they were all half asleep but whatever. This was a big deal. Upon arrival, it was decided that I, being of an odd number in the group and for the most part not caring who I roomed with, would once more room with Angela and another Canadian named Renee. We marveled at the wonderful Alpine mountains right at our doorstep, and I hung out with Grace and Peter throughout the night. Once more, balcony parties were to be had and we got to eat an amazing meatloaf-type dinner with a mushroom gravy and yummy mashed potatoes. I bought wifi from the hotel, and used it to skype Brian as I lit up a cigarette borrowed from Canadian-bus buddy Brad (a hypocrisy in itself since I'm always fussing at Brian for smoking). The next day, before we headed out to Germany, we visited the Swarovski Crystal factory where I bought myself a clear-crystal stretch bracelet for 15euro that I wore to prom. And then, after it was on through Austria into Bavaria, Germany. On the way, we stopped to play in the snow on the highway for the Floridians that were with us that had--somehow--never witnessed snow. So, clad in capris and a cap-sleeved shirt, I played in the snow in Austria.
Germany
Ah, Germany. I've got one word for you, dear reader. Neuschwanstein. It's okay, read it again. It'll set in what it is in a second. Still need a hint? Cinderella lived there too! Okay, well not in the castle itself but the Neuschwanstein Castle in Bavaria did in fact inspire the Cinderella castle. This huge castle was built by the "Dream King" King Ludwig II and--it wasnt even finished yet. This was the highlight of my trip, the point I had looked forward to. See, my Mimi had this puzzle of the Castle hanging in her sewing room when I was little, and I was determined one day to go there. And here I was. We hiked a mile up, and then took the trail to the bridge to see the photo-like image of Neuschwanstein. However, being the chicken I am, I couldnt cross the bridge so Pasta-King Johnny took the pictures for me. We then went on the tour (the inside wasn't too interesting to me, just what was out the windows) and I fell in love with a castle. I'm forever telling Brian to buy me a castle to live in. (Of course, he said no. They're too expensive and too much upkeep. Sad day.) While there, one of the girls Sarah found a stuffed dragon that she showed me to buy for Adam. I loved it! I bought that, along with a few postcards to join the Italy postcards and a keychain to go along with the Italy one as well. And then, we ventured to Munich.
Munich, in my opinion, was uneventful. I bought more wifi for skype, and roomed with Angela and Renee again. When we ventured down to the old city center, I ended up getting separated from my group and roaming Munich by myself. I got a yummy sandwhich from a little sandwhich shop, and went shopping. Since it was cold and I thought that it was a bit tacky to where the Italia jacket I had bought in Germany, I went out and bought a fake leather jacket in Munich and a new shirt. And then, went bought another scarf from the H&M that was there to join my other one I had bought in Florence. That night, we discovered that the vending machine in the lobby had beer. So, like any teenagers would, we chipped in here and there and bought German beer and split it between 20 of us. And quite honestly, I'm glad I did. It was SO much fun, and was an experience worth having. The jokes, laughter, just pure happiness we all had. I wont forget it. And, before we left for the airport, the Canadians all gave us three pins each. One of the Canadian flag, one of the Nova Scotian flag, and one of the Pictou County flag, where they were from. I still have mine in my wallet and it was probably one of the saddest goodbyes ever--I'll never forget the friends I made while in Europe.
The flight hope consisted of more Zuma, watching Inception and a few other movies. All in all, as glad as I was to see my little boy's face light up as he carried around Drago the German Dragon, and hug Fanta the Italian Elephant, I still miss Europe. The culture. The excitement. I miss it all.
The End of Highschool
Well, with some help from my (boy)friend, I was able to catchup in my classes, a feat in itself, and made it through the year. For Prom, even though I had a boyfriend but no date, I still had a blast--dancing with friends and hanging out in an amazing blue layered dress and 4 1/2 inch heels despite my tendonitis in my knee. Graduation came without incident and my Dad came up to see me walk across the stage. The moment was more than bittersweet. You see, Brian was supposed to be there for the even. All he was missing was spending money and his momma back home told him "if you go to America, dont come back." So, as I walked across the stage, very proud of myself and happy that I made it with a kid in tow, I couldnt help but think "I wish Brian was here." That night ended up being a disaster. Adam was sick and threw up at dinner at the Olive Garden--the first time he's ever gotten sick like that. I soon registered for classes, and got ready for the summer.
Summer 2011
Pretty uneventful. I went down to see my dad in Florida for two weeks. With missing Adam, coping with the "new rules" and pretty much being stressed to the extreme, it wasn't as fun as I had hoped if I'm honest. When I came back, I helped my church with the Son Surf Beach Bash VBS. That entire week Adam screamed for mommy across the sanctuary and I taught a 9-11 year old class. My Summer and Spring has differed SOOO much. I am glad for the fun I had in Europe, I'm glad to have the experience in me. However, I am SO much happier being back into my church. I started a couponing ministry type of thing, where I trade coupons with other people and share these collected coupons with my church family. I do think it's gone rather well, really too. The week following VBS, I tried to live up to my 3-D cake fame and make Adam a huge Simba. It was horrible. The icing melted, tasted awful, and on top of that, the cake didnt even look like Simba. It was horrible. But the good news was that Adam had a blast. He got tons of Toy Story stuff, which just makes his world, and a bubble machine that he loves to play with "ou'side". For my 18th, I went out with Nikki and her friends, and I ended up seeing Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows in 3-D. I cried, laughed, and yelled at the screen. I threw popcorn in Voldemort's face, and about stood in my chair when he died. It was fantastic.
Well....I think I will wrap it up here.
Another post may be soon to come.
I hope if you have any questions, comments, or...anything. Leave it below. As I'm sure no one will see this anyway. :P
Much love,
Kayy
[DISCLAIMER: My senior year, I'll admit, was a series of ups and downs and hardtimes. I'll admit it. And, since I've always believed that it's easier to admit your life in text/writing rather than admitting it outloud, that I would tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth on this site from now. It's like a mini-treat to those who take the time to read my little blog. It's a reward, to dump my secrets on you. But don't worry--it's not a burden to carry. Tell whomever you wish. Just refer them to the site for the full story. :) ]
Christmas 2010:
I spent the time with my family up in Knoxville before flying down to see Dad and the gang in Melbourne, FL. I remember I had the assignment The Prince for my AP European History class, and I chose to watch Supernatural, Charmed, and various shows instead of doing my assignment. Bad move, considering...well, we'll get to that, now won't we? Christmas break passed without incidence, as I remember and around New Years I decided I would log onto my favourite app at the time--ChatAround. I had been on the little app for some time now, and after chasing around the one year old Adam, this little community had become my relaxation time and "me" time. Weird, I know. But anyway, I lay there New Years Eve, and decided I was tired of the community and would retire to play some games on my iPod. As always, before signing off, I said "if you want to talk, ffm me at KayyMyLove." and left the room. (For those who may or may not know, ffm is another app that's like a private message deal.) So, right before I clicked on my game, I got a message from someone. We began talking that night, and we haven't stopped yet.
His name is Brian, and to be quite honest, I've been hiding him from my family (kinda). We'll continue and elaborate on that later. But basically, after maybe two weeks of talking, me going back home and skyping the kid for like 13+ hours straight, we decided that (somehow) we felt like we should be together. Feelings developed, and he asked me to be his girlfriend. Cliche and totally '90s (kinda like the song I'm listening to now iceicebaby)? Completely! But, I said yes. So, I have been dating this guy who's six years older than me and living in Glasgow, Scotland (you read right) for about 7 months now. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
As I said, Leann, Gator, and myself returned to Knoxville for the beginning of my final semester of high school. I loved my classes, but found myself drowning in homework. Between the two AP classes and having the flu, it got bad. Halfway through February, I was forced to stay in bed, away from the classroom--where I desperately needed to be--with the flu. But, I was determined to go to my DECA competition on Thursday. I miraculously made it to competition day at the University Center at the University of Tennessee. I ended up doing phenomenal (if I were to brag, you know) and even made it to State. In the meanwhile, my grades had dropped dramatically and if I were to go to State competition, that would mean I would be gone for an entire week before Spring Break.
Oh yeah. You didn't know.
Brace yourself.
I went to Europe for spring break this year.
Go ahead, take a minute and read over that again, because you read right my dear reader. I went to Europe. Tasted the fine wine of Italy, hiked the Alps, and dined on a Bavarian pretzel (not really, I gave mine to Johnny). So, I was totally fine with the fact I couldn't go to State. I was going to Italy, Austria, and Germany for Spring Break.
Spring Break 2011:
We were delayed at the airport for what seemed like forever. So we played Spoons. It was the best. I hadn't laughed that hard in forever, and it was amazing. We finally landed in Atlanta, Georgia but thanks to our delay back in Knoxville, we had missed our connecting flight to Italy. After several hours, and a few frustrated chaperones, we had been told we had to split up into groups. Thanks to my last name, I was alphabetically determined to go to London. The other 2/3 of our group had to go to NYC. So, I did what any girl who had a British boyfriend would do--told him to get into his car and take the 10 hour drive to London. And of course, he said he couldn't. :( Sad day. But it's okay. Once Mr. Kelley, Sarah, Grace, Peyton, Stephen and I landed in the Heathrow Airport (however you spell it), Mr Kelley argued with a British official who wanted to send just him to Italy, and then we ran across the airport to catch our flight to Italy. The second flight was less eventful. The previous 8-hour flight had consisted of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part One, Easy A, and countless Zuma games. Ten times better than the two hour flight to Rome listening to a few flight attendants argue in Italian. I learned to get used to that. From the airport to the hotel is a blur of motorcyclists, lights, and random outburts from our taxi driver as he too yelled in Italian.
From there, the days blur so much, the best way I know how to separate them is by city.
Rome/Vatican City:
We went through the Vatican Museum and my gosh, it was amazing. I don't think I ever wished for more time then I did going through there. I wish I could've just taken all kinds of pictures in that place. I remember walking through and just seeing so much art! I wanted to buy it all--but clearly, that's impossible. My favourite piece (outside of the Sistine Chapel) was a statue of a man and his son, presumably. And the younger was on his father's shoulders, laughing and looking up at him, and their eyes were made out of colored glass. It added so much life to those blank stares, and like every good author, I decided I would incorporate it into my book The Emperor's Men. (Why no, a little self-promotion doesn't hurt, now does it?) The beautiful Sistine Chapel, however, had to be the most magnificent thing I had ever laid eyes on. It was almost worth it to sneak a picture of it. It was gorgeous. Indescribable. The only thing I can tell you, dear reader, is GO SEE IT.
We continued into the Basilica where I (being the stupid person I am) realized I had lost my hoodie on the tour, and had to venture back to try to find it. No luck. (Thankfully, a very nice young boy named Peter lent me his jacket until I could buy myself another.) While in Rome, we visited the Spanish Steps, where me and a few of my other tour members, dashed up them in a race to see the view from the top. We toured the Pantheon where I was amazed by the dome and the men who were in dresses in front of it (it was some kind of AA thing, or support group for something). The second day we were in Rome (once our other groups met up with us) we got to hear the Pope speak. I have pictures of him and everything. It was amazing. From the Vatican post office, I sent Brian a postcard and he received it about two weeks after I came home. And that, I believe wraps up the non-food excitement about Rome and the Vatican City. Other than that, we dined on pasta, pizza, and the wonderful gelato. This Italian ice cream is singlehandedly the best thing I've ever eaten. It was amazing. In total, we estimated I spent over $80 in this ice cream. It was heaven. As a group, we tried wine in Italy and threw balcony parties where we hopped over the dividers and shared cigarettes/cigars while playing with wakka-wakkas (balloons filled with flour) and drawing mustaches on Devon's face while he slept. We angered an Italian, and befriended the most awesome Canadians I think I had ever met.
Verona and Florence:
Well, on the way to Florence (I think, or maybe on the way to Bavaria...) we stopped in Verona. I decided that I would find a copy of Romeo and Juliet in Italian. It just seemed like the best thing to do. Being in that city, famed for their star-crossed lovers and romance and whatnot, I began to miss Brian. Sure, I had (and still have not) met this guy, but call me crazy. I had fallen in love with a Scotsman and being in Verona did not help. We had this little thing we would do, Brian and I, that traced back to very first night we talked, when I cleaned out from under my bed and sang "I think I Wanna Marry You" off the Glee soundtrack. And, I hope, one day we can ask each other this for real and make the plans. We ask each other "Marry Me" and hope that one day, maybe we could. (Before I get comments along the bottom filled with "you're too young--you hardly know him, etc etc. I know. It sounds crazy. But you want the truth about my trip? About my boyfriend? Here it is. I do hope that we will work, bridge the distance and be together. Cliche and romantic? You bet. Impossible? Not at all. So hush.) So, when we went through the tunnel to Juliet's courtyard, and our tour guide Melanie told us that as tradition, people write love notes on the wall, I climbed myself up to a semi-clear spot just behind the gate, and I drew my little heart, mine and Brian's name in the center and did our traditional "Marry Me" across the top. I hope to one day go back and see if it's still there. I bought my book, rubbed statue-Juliet's boob for luck, and boarded the bus. (It turned out that my book was a history of Romeo and Juliet in Italian, not the actual book.)
Whenever it was that we got to Florence, we had a blast. The Canadians sang "Barrett's Privateers" wonderfully in the sing-off. And then our team got up. With half of the Karns High Ensemble singing "Star Spangled Banner"--we won. :) We continued on with our trip, giving Johnny (another awesome Canadian) any unwanted pasta that we had. And then, we spent a day in Florence. While half of the group toured Pisa, I stuck with a group and we got lost in the "slums of Florence" as I called it and went on a shopping spree. I spent the day with an old friend, and for a little while it felt like nothing had changed. We drank shots of God-knows what with another group of Canadians and shopped the vendor's market. We ate gelato, shared some little secrets and chitchat, and I even found a stuffed elephant for Adam, and some other small gifts for the family back home. Towards the evening. a downpour came and we rushed to our meeting-point to get ready for dinner. After eating, we had another round of balcony parties as I roomed with a Canadian named Angela. Somewhere along the way, I had picked up a copy of Toy Story 2 in Italian, the only one missing from the toy Story Collection back in Tennessee. Italy had turned out to be way more fun than I had imagined, and I soon learned it only got better.
Innsbruck, Austria
Passing into Austria the next day, we had some time to kill and, after Peter led a round of "Barrett's Privateers," I led in "Rocky Top Tennessee" and then--I sang by myself. I sang "Not Alone" by Darren Criss as I traveled through the Alpine mountains to a tour bus full of people. Sure, they were all half asleep but whatever. This was a big deal. Upon arrival, it was decided that I, being of an odd number in the group and for the most part not caring who I roomed with, would once more room with Angela and another Canadian named Renee. We marveled at the wonderful Alpine mountains right at our doorstep, and I hung out with Grace and Peter throughout the night. Once more, balcony parties were to be had and we got to eat an amazing meatloaf-type dinner with a mushroom gravy and yummy mashed potatoes. I bought wifi from the hotel, and used it to skype Brian as I lit up a cigarette borrowed from Canadian-bus buddy Brad (a hypocrisy in itself since I'm always fussing at Brian for smoking). The next day, before we headed out to Germany, we visited the Swarovski Crystal factory where I bought myself a clear-crystal stretch bracelet for 15euro that I wore to prom. And then, after it was on through Austria into Bavaria, Germany. On the way, we stopped to play in the snow on the highway for the Floridians that were with us that had--somehow--never witnessed snow. So, clad in capris and a cap-sleeved shirt, I played in the snow in Austria.
Germany
Ah, Germany. I've got one word for you, dear reader. Neuschwanstein. It's okay, read it again. It'll set in what it is in a second. Still need a hint? Cinderella lived there too! Okay, well not in the castle itself but the Neuschwanstein Castle in Bavaria did in fact inspire the Cinderella castle. This huge castle was built by the "Dream King" King Ludwig II and--it wasnt even finished yet. This was the highlight of my trip, the point I had looked forward to. See, my Mimi had this puzzle of the Castle hanging in her sewing room when I was little, and I was determined one day to go there. And here I was. We hiked a mile up, and then took the trail to the bridge to see the photo-like image of Neuschwanstein. However, being the chicken I am, I couldnt cross the bridge so Pasta-King Johnny took the pictures for me. We then went on the tour (the inside wasn't too interesting to me, just what was out the windows) and I fell in love with a castle. I'm forever telling Brian to buy me a castle to live in. (Of course, he said no. They're too expensive and too much upkeep. Sad day.) While there, one of the girls Sarah found a stuffed dragon that she showed me to buy for Adam. I loved it! I bought that, along with a few postcards to join the Italy postcards and a keychain to go along with the Italy one as well. And then, we ventured to Munich.
Munich, in my opinion, was uneventful. I bought more wifi for skype, and roomed with Angela and Renee again. When we ventured down to the old city center, I ended up getting separated from my group and roaming Munich by myself. I got a yummy sandwhich from a little sandwhich shop, and went shopping. Since it was cold and I thought that it was a bit tacky to where the Italia jacket I had bought in Germany, I went out and bought a fake leather jacket in Munich and a new shirt. And then, went bought another scarf from the H&M that was there to join my other one I had bought in Florence. That night, we discovered that the vending machine in the lobby had beer. So, like any teenagers would, we chipped in here and there and bought German beer and split it between 20 of us. And quite honestly, I'm glad I did. It was SO much fun, and was an experience worth having. The jokes, laughter, just pure happiness we all had. I wont forget it. And, before we left for the airport, the Canadians all gave us three pins each. One of the Canadian flag, one of the Nova Scotian flag, and one of the Pictou County flag, where they were from. I still have mine in my wallet and it was probably one of the saddest goodbyes ever--I'll never forget the friends I made while in Europe.
The flight hope consisted of more Zuma, watching Inception and a few other movies. All in all, as glad as I was to see my little boy's face light up as he carried around Drago the German Dragon, and hug Fanta the Italian Elephant, I still miss Europe. The culture. The excitement. I miss it all.
The End of Highschool
Well, with some help from my (boy)friend, I was able to catchup in my classes, a feat in itself, and made it through the year. For Prom, even though I had a boyfriend but no date, I still had a blast--dancing with friends and hanging out in an amazing blue layered dress and 4 1/2 inch heels despite my tendonitis in my knee. Graduation came without incident and my Dad came up to see me walk across the stage. The moment was more than bittersweet. You see, Brian was supposed to be there for the even. All he was missing was spending money and his momma back home told him "if you go to America, dont come back." So, as I walked across the stage, very proud of myself and happy that I made it with a kid in tow, I couldnt help but think "I wish Brian was here." That night ended up being a disaster. Adam was sick and threw up at dinner at the Olive Garden--the first time he's ever gotten sick like that. I soon registered for classes, and got ready for the summer.
Summer 2011
Pretty uneventful. I went down to see my dad in Florida for two weeks. With missing Adam, coping with the "new rules" and pretty much being stressed to the extreme, it wasn't as fun as I had hoped if I'm honest. When I came back, I helped my church with the Son Surf Beach Bash VBS. That entire week Adam screamed for mommy across the sanctuary and I taught a 9-11 year old class. My Summer and Spring has differed SOOO much. I am glad for the fun I had in Europe, I'm glad to have the experience in me. However, I am SO much happier being back into my church. I started a couponing ministry type of thing, where I trade coupons with other people and share these collected coupons with my church family. I do think it's gone rather well, really too. The week following VBS, I tried to live up to my 3-D cake fame and make Adam a huge Simba. It was horrible. The icing melted, tasted awful, and on top of that, the cake didnt even look like Simba. It was horrible. But the good news was that Adam had a blast. He got tons of Toy Story stuff, which just makes his world, and a bubble machine that he loves to play with "ou'side". For my 18th, I went out with Nikki and her friends, and I ended up seeing Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows in 3-D. I cried, laughed, and yelled at the screen. I threw popcorn in Voldemort's face, and about stood in my chair when he died. It was fantastic.
Well....I think I will wrap it up here.
Another post may be soon to come.
I hope if you have any questions, comments, or...anything. Leave it below. As I'm sure no one will see this anyway. :P
Much love,
Kayy
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