Not going to lie, typing "blogger" into my Chrome browser was a very weird sensation and I'm still trying to figure out if it was more of a "what are you going to do there?" feeling or a "yeah! Let's have a fresh beginning!" feeling. If there was a gray area in between, that is where I currently am.

So hello, hi, shalom, happy Tuesday. Hope you had a fantastic Labor Day weekend! It's weird, my birthday usually falls on Labor Day weekend, and this year it didn't but I didn't notice until.... about five seconds ago. Actually, that is a lie. I realize when I was in Vegas last weekend, and I was extremely grateful because I would not have wanted to be in Vegas on Labor Day weekend. Too many people. Way too many people.

So here I am. Welcome. I was supposed to write this blog post earlier when I went to the gym, but that didn't happen for a multitude of different reasons. First being that I was on the elliptical and I would've probably fallen off, and second, I totally forgot until I was doing leg presses, but at that point I was really into my playlist and work out and people watching that I just kind of wrote it off. Oops. It's all good. I am here now, and that is all that matters. Right? Right.

So last night, I went to dinner with Rachel, who is basically my big sister. Side note, this post is going to be all over the place so maybe get some snacks, or water, or wine... definitely wine. So at dinner last night, Rachel and I were talking about life and it just made me put my life into perspective. I am twenty-two. I am employed (not doing anything remotely near what I thought I would be doing post grad life but hey, that's life). I have a house. I eat great food. I have great people in my life. Long story short, and after what would be a very long list of gratitudes, I have a great life, and I don't have much to complain about. Do I know what I want to do with my life? I mean, kind of? Sort of? Not really. Yeah I have a vague idea, but it is just an idea. I have my whole life in front of me! What more can I do right now? I'm sure there is a whole lot of things I could do, but I am going to be working for the rest of my life, so why not volunteer, and intern and do things that actually interest me before I dread going to work every morning, and hate my career. Because that, I don't want that.

I have never really stuck to one profession when asked "what do you want to be when you grow up?" I have stuck in the same range, besides when I was younger and said I wanted to be a princess (still true) or a doctor (science and I don't get along).  So yes, I have a focus, and the idea of law school is constantly poking the back of my head asking when I am going to actually consider it, but still. I have a paycheck, I have free rent (which is incredible, like as much as I want an apartment, free rent is so nice) and I have amazing people in my life who encourage me to be the best me, and don't rush me, and are proud of me for just being me. So I'd say twenty-two is going to be a good year. Hopefully. Fingers crossed. And hopefully I can remember that I have this little thing called the Internet where I can write everything that happens and log it into cyber space and hope that maybe one person can read it and smile, or give advice, or take advice. That's all I can really hope for right now, and I am totally and perfectly content with that.

Job Hunting with Rachel Green

It isn't a normal day if I don't hear about a situation, or have an interesting encounter and then say "like remember, that one time... on Friends?!"
My past two weeks has been a constant episode of Friends. "The One Where Kathryn Doesn't Get The Job" or even an interview.

Just like every summer, I came home and started work at camp. Only this year, it's not like I pack up and leave in the middle of August to go back to school. We finished that part of my life, remember?
So I currently come home from working with kids and parents all day, and sit on my computer and apply to jobs. What I'm calling "Big Girl" jobs.

But you see, searching for jobs on the Internet, is like online shopping. Once you start, you can not stop. And once you see one posting, you look up and realize (20 minutes later...) that you have 15 job tabs open and now need to write 15 different cover letters. 

But wait one second. There is one job, and you read the responsibilities, and qualifications, and location, and you decide "this is it."

But then you realize that your resume probably got lost in the depths of the Internet, never to be seen by anyone. Ever.

And then I wake up, and go to work at camp, and receive my pay check. 

Just replace wiping tables and steaming milk with playing with kids and telling their parents that they punched a kid, which is exactly why I am on the hunt for a Big Girl job.

And so the job hunt continues. A time in life where every job requires experience, but no one will hire me to give me experience. 

I have a degree! Does that mean nothing?

LLAMAS

Thursdays are my "hell days," meaning I have three classes, spread out, from 9:55 am - 10:10 pm. Fun stuff, I know. I'm saying this because I am used to Thursdays being hectic, but not as hectic as today. Here is a little excerpt from my day... (the fun part, that included llamas.)

I was sitting at home, I had just finished my lunch and was relaxing and watching an episode of Desperate Housewives when Erika, my roommate, texted me a selfie of her with a llama. Here was my response:

I threw my flats on, stuffed my notebook in my bag, and ran out the door. I had no idea where I was running. She just told me "all around campus." Okay, mission let me find a llama is a go.

As I was running to campus (I ran because I only had ten minutes to find the llama, take a picture with the llama, and go to class) I ran into my friend Erin(who texted me the insta caption "me llama Kathryn" aka pure geniusness) and as she was about to stop to talk to me, I blurted out "HI I'M LOOKING FOR THE LLAMA I CAN'T TALK" and she smiled and said "Oh! They're right over there!" GODSEND. AWESOME. I NOW KNOW THE LOCATION OF THE LLAMAS. It should be easy from this point right? WRONG.

As I am walking, power walking I might add, this guy, a very attractive, well dressed guy, comes up to me and is like "want a part time job that pays $16 an hour?" He was cute, and I didn't want to be rude to a stranger, so I was like oh well I already have a job. "But does it pay $16 an hour?! Its very convenient and great for students!" And he keeps talking about this job and how I should apply because I look like I'd be a great candidate and I interrupted him and said you know what, this sounds like a great opportunity, but I have to go take a picture with a llama and go to class. He laughed and told me to have a nice day. Thanks, dude. 

So I turn around and see two of my other friends and yell. YELL! "THERE'S LLAMAS AND I'M GOING TO TAKE A PICTURE" to which they rightfully asked me why, and I just said that I didn't know I just wanted a picture with a llama.

So, I speed walk down the pathway and see not one, not two BUT THREE LLAMAS! Yeah, three. I know. It's insane. So there is a huge crowd surrounding one llama, a line to take pictures with another llama, and then one llama just chilling out with the trainer. So obviously I go to that llama, because I don't have time for the other two and I get my phone ready to take a selfie and the trainer goes "oh, no selfies or hugs for this llama.. he's aggressive." WHY WOULD YOU BRING AN AGGRESSIVE LLAMA TO A COLLEGE CAMPUS!? So I go to the other llama where the line has dispersed, and went up to a girl standing alone and offered to take her picture with the llama as long as she took mine, and we became friends and took pictures of each other and the llama and then I ran past the job offering man and went to class. 

I think these pictures are worth it.

Disclaimer: NO the llama did not spit on me. Why would they bring spitting llamas to a college campus?! And why would I aggravate a llama?! IT'S A LLAMA!

Senioritis: A Little Elle Woods Motivation

The time has come. I am a senior in college. And I have senioritis.
I love my school, I really do. I love all my classes, my professors are all really cool, for being professors, and the work isn't too crazy. Loljk I almost had a panic attack earlier this week because I was so overwhelmed. But as a whole, I don't have very many complaints.
With all of that being said, it is crazy to think that in less than a year I will be a college graduate. It is crazy that with every event for my sorority, or my job, or anything on campus, I have to say "well, this is my last one so I really have to go and I really have to make an effort."

I see senioritis as two things:
1.) The "I'm graduating in May and am going to have a real people, grown up girl job hopefully, or will be looking for one, and I need to put my best foot forward and prove to everyone how much I can do, oh and on top of that I need to finalize my resume but I also need to build upon it, and I need to go to work to make money and I need to spend time with my friends, oh yeah and I need to go to class and get good grades because what would any of this be with a bad GPA" approach.

2.) The "I'm a senior in college and I'm 21 and this is the last time Ihave to have fun before real life" approach.

The 2nd approach hasn't hit me, might not until the last month of next semester, who knows. For the mean time, I'll be freaking out about everything I have to do and haven't yet done all while keeping calm and keeping up my hair care to make Elle Woods proud.

Twenty One | Twenty Fun

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls...

I survived my twenty-first birthday. Barely. But I did it. Actually, I am convinced that I died and came back to life, and suffered the entire week following August 31. I went out Saturday night at midnight, got bottle service with some of my friends and then the infamous "friends of friends" group who I have never met before and probably will never meet again, but hey, thanks for the free drinks for a few hours. I went home and slept, woke up the next morning and did it all again... this time, with brunch. Not just any brunch I might add, bottomless mimosa brunch. I remember the first half of brunch, and that is about it. And oddly I remember everything from the night before, just the time between brunch and dinner is all a blur, but don't worry, my friends love me and took lots of pictures to remind me the next day what happened... Lots of singing and dancing was involved.

Dinner involved me, "the boy," Erika, Angie, my parents, and my aunt and uncle, and the worst waiter on the face of the planet. Like he made us all very anxious. 

Overall my birthday week was successful )if we are counting success as not remembering the majority of your 21st birthday)!

Now here is my birthday weekend in pictures:

Mini golf, dinner, and the movies, oh my

Date night at it's finest: mini golfing, dinner, grocery shopping, a mini road trip and a movie.
This was my Friday night. Well, afternoon/night. I went to work until 1, had a little Starbucks trip/Theta meeting, and the boy came over. We went to UrbanPutt which is an indoor mini golf place in the mission and I realized how terrible I am at mini golfing. Like I am actually terrible. Like the boy tried letting me win, he tried to help me, he did the cute wrap your arms around me help me hit the ball; none of them worked. I am just a terrible terrible mini golfer. Plus it was indoor and I felt super rushed because there were people behind us and it's all so close together and it was super stressful. We finished mini golfing within like an hour, and decided we were hungry. OH, this all happened after the parking fiasco where I realized that he can't parallel park and I was trying to navigate him and he just wasn't having it and he wanted me to park his car and like lol no 1) I don't think we're at the level where I should be driving his car and 2) I suck at parking like I'm not about to be embarrassed, I was embarrassed enough an hour later when I lost at mini golf.

We were walking back to the car to go get food and he kind of rushed me into to be car. I was confused because I thought I would have to direct him out of the parking spot but he saw a guy on the street and he knows how much I hate the mission and didn't want me to freak out and wanted me to feel safe. And I have never felt more secure in a guy before. I felt so safe and protected and I don't know it was a great feeling. So then we decided to go to Panda Express because we're so romantic, loljk. But he paid, oh and he also paid for mini golf, and opened like ALL doors for me. It was great.

Then I needed to go to SafeWay because it is that time in San Francisco again in which all houses and apartments are new homes to fruit flies. It is gross and I hate it but they leave when it gets cold out so it's okay. There were an excessive amount though so I needed to get apple cider vinegar to get rid of some of them. Yay DIY traps.
We went to SafeWay and then back to my apartment to drop that off and get a jacket and off to the movies we went... IN SANTA CLARA. So like an hour drive, south. Which is fine and all but like I wasn't prepared for a mini road trip. I talked the whole time.Surprise surprise. We met up with his brother and his brother's girlfriend at a sushi restaurant and watched them eat because we like to be awkward and then went to the movies. We saw guardians of the galaxy, second time for me, third time for the boy, first time for the brother and brother's girlfriend. We saw it in 3D which I usually hate, but it wasn't terrible! I paid for the movie tickets because 1) I lost at mini golf and thought he deserved a prize and 2) he was going to have to drive me back home after midnight, an hour away.

The night couldn't have gone any better, well I could have been better at mini golf but that is besides the point. It was perfect and it made me happy.

Friday seems like ages ago and my weekend was filled with filming for my sorority, babysitting, brunch, stealing kites, and my sorority meeting. My birthday is less than a week away (this upcoming Sunday, hollerrr) but I am on antibiotics and am kinda upset about my birthday now. Don't worry, I am going off of them on Saturday because I am turning the big 2-1 and I will be consuming alcohol, but that's besides the point. Everything for my birthday has been planned for a few weeks now, but I am not looking forward to it as much as I was last week or I have in previous years. I blame the antibiotics but it is just another thing that I have to worry about this week, pushing aside the excitement. It also doesn't help that the boy is at Disneyland sending me snap chats every two seconds and I am in class and at work.... Boys are dumb. Hopefully all my excitement will come back soon enough and then everything will be great and fun and I will be the birthday princess! Until then, I will be trying to take as many naps and trying to watch as much Desperate Housewives as my schedule allows.

Monday Night Lights

If you follow me on Twitter, sorry for my live tweets but like how else am I supposed to remember what happens...

Last night I went to "the boy's" (I feel like I should stop referring to him as this now that we're official, but I've already started calling him that so it's fine) softball game. Now, this isn't just a random team he plays on. His brother, who I've met, his father, and uncle, both of whom I have not met, also play on this team. But lucky for me, it is only like a 10 minute drive away. After waiting for "they boy" to tell me where his game was, he snap chatted me a picture of the field, and I responded with a picture of my bed, and I got the reaction I wanted. (Boys are dumb sometimes... they don't think.) Turns our that he never hit send on the text telling me where and when his game was, so he thought I was just avoiding him, meanwhile I thought he was passively telling me not to come. Miscommunication at its finest.

Yes, he sent me this snapchat. Because I called him a princess. Because he is. 

I got to the game right on time, after bonding with my sidecar driver, and kept making awkward eye contact with his dad. When they came in from the outfield, "the boy" came over and said hi. I was actually paying attention to the game, and he yelled my name, and his brother was so excited to see me. After the game, I realized that they were all going out, and I didn't know if it was a team only thing or what. (They lost by a few points, and I was the only one there cheering for them. This is important information.)

I introduced myself to his dad, and after that everything was smooth. Well I shook hands with his brother and I was totally gonna go in for the hug, but I guess he isn't that comfortable with me but like I would give anyone a hug because it's me. Anyways, they invited me to go out with them and we went to a saloon/bar thing down the street, but I'm still a baby for 2 more weeks, and thought I would get carded. I didn't and his dad offered to buy me a drink. Seeing as today is the first day of classes and I wanted to make an okay impression on his dad, I kindly said no. I then heard someone shout "Hey the boy's name here what's your girlfriend drinking? Does she want anything?" And a few of the other guys also offered to buy me a drink. Let me tell ya, being the only girl with like 10 guys in a bar isn't the worst place to be. But again, hi, I'm a child for 2 more weeks, and school, and it just didn't feel right. So I got to talking to the dad who told me dating stories about him and "the boy's" mom which was so super adorable, and then "the boy" decided it was time for me to leave (I guess I yawned/checked my phone... oops, whatever) and I said goodbye.

When he dropped me off I tried to figure out what he is getting me for my birthday. It didn't work. The conversation went like this:

Me: So have you figured out what you're getting me for my birthday?
The Boy: I have a few things in mind...
Me: Oh yeah? Like what?!
The Boy: Well if I told you, that'd be cheating wouldn't it?
Me: No...
The Boy: *Silence*

Mind you I haven't told him what to get me, and he knows I wanted Nike free runs and lululemons but he also knows I might be already getting those from family... So let's hope he doesn't take my "flowers and champagne" comment seriously, and just get me that. I have no idea what to expect. I'm so new at this. So scary. And I just got off the phone with my mom and I guess she has been talking to him?! And so has my little?! What is going on...

So he wants me to meet the friends and family...

We all know I've never had a real boyfriend. This being said, the only two guys that I have ever liked enough to even think about having that as an option met my parents because we were friends first or because he came over to my house to work on a project.

Because of this, I have never been taken home to a guy's parents. Yes I met contestant #1's mom and dad but at his birthday party, and he had already met my parents, and contestant #2 basically called my mom "mom" and I didn't meet his family until graduation, graduation. And that was only because I like went up to him so it would've been super awkward had he not introduced me. I also kind of hated him at the time, but that is another story in and of itself.

So my mom comes up next Friday to pick me up, and she wants to meet him. Understandable seeing as we've been "dating"/"talking" for about two months, right? I don't know the answer to these questions which is why I am blogging. Like is this too soon? Anyways, he probably had work so that might not even be the case, but then last night he told me his brother and his brother's girlfriend want to meet me. I think I could do that! Like it isn't like I would be meeting his brother, brother's girlfriend, and parents all at once, and he said he wouldn't do that to me either way. *Progression*

But now he's planning a trip down to Disneyland and wants me to go and, granted I might have work and won't be able to go at all, but I also might be able to escape for one day and be able to just go down for a few hours. The magic of a season pass. Back to the questions/story. Is this too soon? I have no experience in this whatsoever. And yes, he told me that they will all love me and think that I'm as great as he's told them I am but THIS IS STRESSFUL.

How soon do you think it is to meet the friends? Meet the family?
I want him to meet my friends, and they want to meet him, it's just that timing never works out. Okay so help. What should I do? I mean of course I want to meet them, but this is nerve wrecking, even though I told him I wasn't nervous.

Thanks for listening to my Friday rant. You're all amazing.

Roller Coasters

Yesterday was a roller coaster of emotions, to say the least. I had super high expectations because I was hanging out with the boy I like and so of course I was excited. But no day is just full of excitement. I had two presentations, one of which was part of my final for that class.

Yesterday morning I got a phone call from my mom that my dad needed to go to the hospital for a spinal procedure. Everything went well but it's hard being here and not being able to be there in case anything went wrong or just even for support. Luckily, that's not what happened, and I talked to my dad last night and he sounded great.

My two presentations went flawlessly, and for my second one, my professor used me as an example for people presenting next week. I'll take whatever compliments I can get.

I was planning on having a date with the guy that my last post was about, but he wasn't responding to my texts and I got really restless so I went over to Angie's to help her with her apartment. After cleaning and Lysol-ing the entire place, he texted me back. Date number 2/Hangout number 4 consisted of watching movies in a study room on campus... Like is this what a college date is? We then decided, after the fact, I might add, that we should have gotten In N Out, but we didn't. Regardless of where we were, I still had fun because I got to hang out with him. So cheesy, I know.

But can we talk about how AWKWARD I am?
1) I poked him in the eye
2) I kept asking if he was comfortable because I wasn't and I didn't know how to position myself in the chair while also being able to semi cuddle with him. This is not an easy task like hi these are classroom chairs.
3) I laugh at moments when I'm not supposed to laugh because I'm really awkward
4) I kept talking during the movie and he had to rewind it at least 3 times
5) I was eating popcorn but it was gross but it got stuck in my teeth and he thought I was having a tooth ache but I was just trying to get the popcorn kernel out of my tooth
6) I didn't know what to do with my legs but then again I blame the classroom and the chair I had my les on for being uncomfortable
7) I'm sure there were more awkward moments but I can't think of them right now

I think I said sorry more than anything last night because I kept apologizing for my awkwardness. This is why I don't date. But whatever, we has the talk and it looks like he might be here for awhile so clearly my awkwardness isn't that bad.

Now that you've gotten through my date (is this even considered a date? I don't know but why not) story, here's a giveaway!!!

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