Dreamy

So I've been dreaming lately, no, not of a white christmas, because that one isn't going to happen, but of dancing again. There were so many dreams that I had that never came to be. I used to do ballet, ice skate, and play piano once upon a time. This all started when B told me I needed to start working out again, my response? "Unless I have a goal I don't wanna". Fast forward a few days and then I started looking at my body in the mirror and staring at it. I was so incredibly skinny! No definition at all, I just look sad. I realized my depression had not only taken over inside but outside as well. That's also when someone told me I really needed to start making goals and dreaming again. So I am! April 22 is the audition date for my university's dance team, and I'm going to make it. Yes its been like 10 years since I have danced but I am determined to do it no matter how hard I have to work. I got my ballet slippers today and visited the studio where I plan to train. I am so excited. I plan on attending classes 2-3 times a week and conditioning and additional 2-3 times a week. I am going to be ready. I know its a long shot but if all else fails, I'll just keep doing it because its always been something I love and have wanted to get back to.

here goes nothing.

xoxo,

Kate

Back to the Grind/Tattoos

It's December! Can you believe it? Its almost Christmas. Are you prepared? I'm not.

I'm taking a break from finishing up an online final because honestly, I need it. I am such a procrastinator! That is definitely one of my worst habits. When I sit down I can finish it in an hour but I will wait until the very last second to finish it. This weekend, or err, tomorrow, I have to finish studying for my Crim final, finish my anthropology final, and write a 4 page paper. Not a huge deal, but still I shouldn't have waited this long to do it! I even went shopping today, tsk tsk! I know, I'm bad. I scored a lot of cute stuff though! I got these AMAZING Zella leggings Get em here! They are fabulous. By far, the most comfy pair of leggings I've ever owned. I'm finally tossing the pair I've had for like 4-5 years (And maybe even longer then that!). Anyways, scored a bunch of cute jewelry that I'll post pics of when I get back to my place.

In the meantime. Now you get tattoos! I have one, my lovely anchor and I would love to add to my collection in the very near future. Here's what I'm thinkin,

Source: pin4fun1948.blogspot.com via Katelyn on Pinterest

Source: fyeahtattoos.com via Katelyn on Pinterest

These are my absolute favorite! I love the first one because its goofy and a smarty like I am, and the second because it is my reminder that even though life can really suck sometimes, to keep my chin up!

If you have input let me know, but these are definitely on my mind! Can't wait for the pain. I can but I can't....you know? 

Time to Begin Again, Baby

So there's been a lot going on today, not all good and not all bad. Bf and I are on a break. No, not the "I'm gonna go sleep around" break, but the "I need some me time", type of break. I want to be me again, because I don't even know who I am anymore. Its like when the girl dates the Rocker, and becomes the Rocker Chic. Nada. Not for this girlie. So this month I'm taking time out for me, trying to get my life back on track. My goal is to do something every day so that the next day when I wake up, I feel better and have gone a little bit farther with finding myself. I want to go back to me and that's what I'm doing! 

So that hair scare story I promised you: 

I was in DC and in bad need of a hair cut, my ends were dead as a doornail. My color was a brassy ugly orangey brown. So I went to the salon and as soon as I met my stylist, I knew that I was in for a trip. She was the most unorganized, rush rush, person ever. She didn't know what she was doing. When she was coloring my hair, she looked so confused. I almost asked if I should do it for her. Not in a mean way, but in a legit way. Then she tries to tell me that I'm not scheduled for a cut, only a color. I was like no.....that's not true. She said its fine and she would work with it. All that told me was "rush" and wait. So I ended up being there for 2 and a half hours before I called my step mom and was like "HELP. I don't want her to cut my hair." She called and moved me up to the best stylist in the salon. THANK GOD. I thought I was in the clear. But no. I got home and showered, and color was still coming out! Like enough color was on the floor of my shower to make me feel like it hadn't been washed at all! I have never in all my years of coloring my hair, have had this happen before. However, as you can see, my hair is fine despite all the stress it caused me. So moral of the story, if you're at a salon and have a bad feeling at all, then its time to pull the rip cord.

xoxo,

Kate