Girls Like You

I haven't really described myself a lot have I? Are you in the dark.  I mean, this is my blog, maybe you're entitled to some knowledge about me?  Okay. Alright. Here Goes.

Identification: Katherine.  Also know as Kraisin.
Little known fact: I skip through the unhappy parts of movies/tv shows because I can't bear them. I hate european history.
Vulnerability: A word I stay far away from.
Where I see myself in ten years? Well, not here. Older, yeah older.
Something I hate: The pity look, unhappy parts of movies.
Something I love: The cat. Ice cream. Snow, skis.  My house.  This blog.
Something I do: Be an asshole to those who make me feel inferior.
Who would that be? Well, pretty much everyone.
Something I've learned in the past week: Chemistry's a bitch. I will do just about anything if you ask me if a british accent. Sinus infections aren't any fun.  Nasal spray is worse.
What I am doing right now: Writing on this blog. Contemplating life. Eating yogurt for dinner.
Someone I'd want to be: Lena Dunham.  Mikaela Shiffrin?
Something I'm afraid of: Sex. Dying alone. Life. The world.
Who do I see myself as? A person.
But who, really? I have absolutely no idea.

When all I do is try, nothing goes right.  When all I do is sit back and watch, nothing goes right.  When I deliberately try to mess things up, nothing goes right.  When i desperately try to keep things together, nothing goes right.  It seems that all I ever do is try, and all I ever do is fail.

Not to say that there isn't any good in my life, because there is.  Those moments when my brother and I sing in the car together on the way to and from school.  When I look at the mirror and don't think, why do i look like this?  When I have more money.  When food tastes good.  When Amelia is a good person.  When Amelia is a bad person.  When Amelia whines.  When I bond with Chris.  When I bond with Julia, and Kai.  When I'm skiing well.  When i have confidence.  When Kara and i partake in culinary cooking.  When Kara makes my day.  When Lucy has the top down, the wind stream through my hair, the sun is setting in the distance, and the world seems to only be the music coming from the stereo.  When Lucy comes up.  When I'm tan. When I write something really good on this blog.

But there's also bad.  And I don't really want to talk about it, because my day, for once, hasn't been all that bad.  But it also hasn't been marvelous. I'm working on it, though.

So I'm sitting here, writing on this blog and sitting in my bed.  Wondering what to write next, and realizing, I don't know.  Because I want to know a lot.  Who I'm going to be, what college I'm going to, what I'm going to do when I grow up, who my next favorite tv couple will be.  When I'll next be hungry. Or moody.  So maybe it's time to stop wondering.  Maybe it's time to start living in today rather than wonder, is this it? What's next?

But, I'm a thinker. So this can't last long.  But I can try.  Thats really all I can do.

"What will you do when something stops you?
What will you say to the world
What would you do if you lost your beauty?
How would you deal with the light?
How would you feel if nobody chased you?
What if it happened tonight?"


"Don't you know people write songs, about girls like you."