[girl power] [?]

"When I get a boyfriend,
I just want a boyfriend.
Not a new appendage"
-Kathleen Dunn/Lauren Boyer

Uno.

My blog is one year old today. :)

So much has happened.
So much has changed.
Things are so much better.

this is silly... but...

OKAY. so I tried out for GLEE.

If you want to vote for me, go to
http://www.myspace.com/gleeauditions?link=20471313

But no pressure. It feels so weird to beg people...
But I really really REALLY want to be on Glee.
so maybe I should drive everyone crazy till they vote....
I'm not sure. whatever. okay bye ;)

[awkward wave]

[this is a paragraph about my passions]

I don't think I can ever be okay with

considering myself to be 'one thing'.

"Hi, I'm Kathleen... and I'm a singer"

nah.

It has to be "Hi, I'm Kathleen...

and I'm a thinker, a laugher, a silly dancer, a joke teller, a bike rider, an ice cream eater, a christian, a singer, a songwriter, a song-singer, a song-listener, a girlfriend, a best friend, a painter, a writer, a twenty-something, a crafter, a GIRL, no, a WOMAN, a want-to-be-mother, a dreamer, a giggler, a missionary, a story teller, a reader, a movie-watcher, a cook, a future wife, a facebooker, a conversationalist, a music therapist, a teacher, a talker, a creator, a list-maker, a condiment enthusiast, a witness, a day brightener, a radio-a-holic, a traveler, a guitar player, a texter, an entrepreneur, an obsessive journal collector, a crier, a blogger, a WHAT.EV.ER.

I don't fit in a box. You don't fit in a box.

we should probably throw out ALL boxes, just to be safe.

processes

mind. blown.

Today I had a meeting with my new favorite professor about what I want to do after I graduate and I cried and I laughed and I learned about Russian music and about Croatian culture and Rosetta stone and teaching English and that apparently I've had a burning bush experience and that my music and art therapy degrees could be used for so so so many things and that I need to learn to teach and that I need to pray and pray and pray and take some alone time and read books and take missions classes even though I don't have room and play my guitar a lot and babysit more so I can love on little girls and boys and keep painting and keep writing and keep laughing because God uses passionate people and keep looking into grad school because it could take me even further and I was reminded that I need to keep my eyes and ears and heart WIDE open and believe that God is going to use me in a thousand different ways...

because He will.

Ordinary Day, Melanie Penn

I don't know about you, but there is always a song in my head. This is the one thats been playing in mine lately anytime I step foot outdoors. These past few weeks, soaking up the sun on my bicycle has been the highlight of each day.

Spring is glorious.

Thank you, Lord.

Ah, what can you do?

There's nobody like you.

[even more grateful for an old friend.]

opera is so boring.

[the above statement is a lie.]

Dear gross Trevecca Couples,

Hi.

I'm a Trevecca 'single'.

But I like to swing on the swing outside too.

And I like to sit near the TV in the hub.

And that bench in the quad? It's my favorite bench.

I study in the group rooms in the library.

And I need a parking spot every now and again.

Could I swing on the swing sometime in the near future?

Ya know, maybe once you stop making out on it, feet away from the door of my apartment?

Could I maybe study sometime without hearing you 2 giggle? The study of our world's civilizations is not THAT funny.

As for the parking spot you're always hogging to sit for 3928372 hours with your engine running so you can stare googley-eyed at each other... well me AND mother nature ask you to kindly cut that one out.

There are lots of benches on this campus. I reeeeally want the one in the quad.

[And i'd say something about the amount of time you spend leaning on each other in the dorm lobbies, but i've finally moved to the apartments so if you still want to sit in Georgia Lobby every friday night then GREAT. ]

All in all, stop making me barf and just have premarital sex already so you two can calm down.

Love,

Trevecca 'Singles'

(okay, there are only like, 9 single people on this campus... so really...)

Love, Kathleen

i think maybe,

I think I felt a calling today.

I know because I've never felt quite this way before...

so confident in something I know NOTHING about.

All I know is I couldn't stop crying.

I started envisioning things i've never thought of before.

God is doing something.

And I want to be a part of it.

thank you.

I know you'll never know that I know that you said it,

but thank you anyway. It means so much.

okay, i'll admit it.

When I say

"I don't trust you"

it is code for

"I'm just waiting for the day when

you mess everything up again"

Roger that, good brother

"Now I am going to say this directly and perhaps offensively, but I want to say it straight: If a girl wants a great guy, she has to stop feeling sorry for herself. She has to do something different to attract somebody different. If you are strong and choosy, if you have a vision for your life, he will sense in you somebody to partner with so the two of you can help others (or raise a family.) That’s what a good guy is looking for. I’m not saying you can’t cry on his shoulder every once in a while-guys love being strong for a woman-I’m just saying if you have the characteristics of a wounded animal, you are going to attract somebody who eats wounded animals."

The sad truth is there are millions of legitimate victims out there, but each one of us needs to access the many resources given us to gain back our strength.

It’s important to note that a strong, confident woman is what a guy needs, but it’s not always what a guy wants. Guys who are weak themselves may feel secure with a weak woman, but girls, this is not the guy for you. Strength attracts strength. Feminine strength is incredibly attractive.

A choosy girl is beautiful."

- Donald Miller.

Thanks Don. Can I call you Don?

&

Sometimes I'm really upset I wasted that song on you.

Because that song was supposed to be innocent. sweet. honest.

But now it is tainted.

And I can't play it for anyone else, because I gave it to you first.

It was a starting over song.

& You weren't careful enough with it.

i HATE flying.

i totally understand.

oh, and all the things i've learned.

[p.s.]