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Name: Kaitlyn
Birthday: 6/7/1989
Gender: Female
Interests: Interests...hmm. I love to write, wish I was better. Reading....high on the priority list, right up there with photography (again, I wish I was better!) I like taking care of the little details no one notices until they're gone, but in lieu of microscopic details, I'll take care of kids... I do that 2 Sundays in a month...the third one is reserved for slides and lights, neither of which I have actually mastered yet. So, I'll be working on that...In the mean time, you might notice that the prayer leaving my lips is one of thanksgiving and hope. You might notice the "and" written on my palm, separating the "love" and the "mirrors", a reminder to look in the mirrors those that love me best hold up rather than the sheet of glass I carry. It's not easy, Ashley, but I'm trying. Pray for me, I'm trying. If you carry your burdens close to yourself, trying to fill the emptiness in your chest, you'll always carry them by yourself. Don't struggle alone anymore. This is my prayer as much as yours
Expertise: I do not possess any such "expertise".
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Member Since:
2/23/2005
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| I am not sure anyone uses xanga anymore, so this is a funny thing to remember now. Well. I am in college, and when in college you do a few things: you meet a crapload of people, and you forget a lot of names, you write some papers, you live with a roommate, you make up adventures to pretend you have an interesting life, and you also make adventures out of the non-adventurous. Here's one of the last variety: Roommate Sally (henceforth known as Sally The Roommate, Sally TR, or just Sally) and I have been enjoying (read: complaining about) the cold weather. The first snow of Marion occured on Sunday, the 16th of November, 2008. Less than 24 hours later, there is what unit-mate / friend Emily refered to as "a blizzard". Not a blizzard, friends. Not even enough snow to cover the leaves on the ground. But it is starting to stick. So last night, we decided we ought to make use of the heat regulator in our room. So we do. Sally turns it up to 70. Okay, this is okay. Friends, this was NOT OKAY. It was only okay if you term stifling, barely able to breathe, heavy heat as okay. I do not. But I'm not going to be the bad roomie that freezes the other one out. So I slept on top of the sheets and made the best of it. Later this afternoon, Sally and I discussed heating issues (read: we both thought that was a horrible idea, and resolved never to turn the heat up past 67 again.) There you have it, folks. A bona fide college adventure. Or at least, a peek into our insanity.  | | |
| ...I write about the awesomeness of saying goodbye to Target (it's now safe to shop there again. You will not be running into me unless we're both there shopping. At the same time.) And then I leave xanga in some stupid lurch, only writing to tell you internet users that I don't do many things, so I've nothing to write. So ya. This is one of those times. In news, I am senior (hear me roar) (I don't really roar. But it would come in handy on those occasions...); I am senior edititor in chief (one of three) of Spectrum; I am activities editor of yearbook (this one's not official. It was more implied. And kinda said / announced, but hey, may as well sing of the coolness now) and I am tired. There is a volleyball game I must be at tomorrow. Woot for yearbook. | | |
| at 9:46 P.M. (eastern standard time) I will no longer be employed at SuperTarget. Today is the last day. The last day. And while I am sad that I will not see my fellow employees anymore, this is all I can say, especially in regard to scheduling, missing friend hang-out time, leaving half an hour before work just to get there, and dealing with people that clearly do not like my methods as a cashier: YESSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! update/upgrade (that was for you, chels): SWEET FREEDOMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!! (i am too dramatic = ) | | |
| so im not a friend or a person, im an insurance liability. a drawback. a responsibility that some unfortunate person will incur. i went on the church bike ride on sunday. o my word, i thought i could at least ride a bike. no ma'am, i was in some pain. the poor people in my group were stuck with me. poor ashley swanson and jared olson. got stuck waiting for the asthmatic. i hate being constantly defined by this limitation, by what i can't do, that i did it anyway. and just caused annoyance in the people around me. grr. | | |
| so i have the best best friends in the world. from ashley and josh and andy, coming in on their first day of summer (ya, they're, er, they were seniors) to celebrate in 3rd hour with starbucks, cookies, a paid for spectrum, birthday hugs and kisses to my family with all their unmistakeable awesomeness, to my freakin amazing youth group, what with a cake and candles and a handmade clock/picture holder and a necklace and a book and a starbucks card (to feed my addiction, of course) and all their kind words, wishes, hopes and prayers. i love you all! thanks for making this the best birthday i've ever had. love you guys! | | |
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