Email to my mom that I decided to post here instead

While studying for a final today I indulged in an extravagant daydream wherein I sold all of my worldly possessions and went on a personal journey walking the road to Santiago. I don’t know anything about it other than the fact that Paulo Coehlo did it and wrote about 6 books which have made him very successful. Then I thought I could settle for a 4 day vaca to vancouver island and hike around. what do you think?

K

also, I am still toying with the worldly possessions thing. not including my skis. or ipod. or cool clothes. damn it…

also, I really do need to do one of those personal journey things. this summer seems like a pretty good time for that.

New Things are Hard

Woot. Doin new stuff. Bein pro-active. Creatin. Callin. Photocopyin and emailin. Still no replies (well, like four…)

So a group of like minded classmates and I have launched a Vancouver-based artist communtiy/network. Within the first four days, we had 100 people sign up on facebook. And now… well, we’re trying to combat the apathy that seems to plague the UBC student scene. The whole point it to get the art community working together, and everyone thinks it’s a good idea. So– what gives, student body? I bribe you with promises of beer and asail you with flashy underground-style posters about campus, that clearly say “we are SO cool. you should SO be one of US”, but still you are non responsive. What else do you want?

I wanna help you find people for your summer projects. I wanna find someone to produce your play. I wanna find a venue for your next show, or actors who want to be in the film you’re doing this weekend. But you have to work with us, people. Work WITH US.

End of the Year

Last day of class is tomorrow. We have exams through April, but those aren’t too much of a hassle. Thus, we have reached the end of my second year of College. I know, I know… holy—! I’m half way there. A little overwhelming, actually. This week has been kind of sad because I’m saying goodbye to my first wave of graduating friends. I know a LOT of fourth year students, but only a handfull of them are actually graduating– most people like to hang around here for a few extra years. So Jack is going to Calgary (yuck), Glen to Australia, Mark to lord-knows-where, and a few other people, I’m sure. Not to mention the fact that Morgan is going to PRINCE GEORGE next year for environmental engineering… but that’s not until August.

I’m getting older, you guys. And everything is just getting weirder. Good, but definitely weird.

Aw, Human Rights, don’t make me cry

Is it bad that this article: http://www.newsday.com/news/nationworld/wire/sns-ap-britain-olympic-torch,0,1681499.story made me well up while sitting at the public computers in the student union building?

It’s too complicated to explain the emotional “issues” but it has something to do with triumph of the human spirit, the actuall magic that I feel surrounds the Olympic games, and the actual-factual truth that Tibet is getting fucked, China is in a REALLY bad place, and can’t we all just get along?

If I could have three Christmas wishes, 1st would be that all of the children of the world would join hands and sing…

An Open Letter To Myself:

Dear Kate,

It’s amazing how many things you can find to do when you are supposed to be doing something else. When I was younger and I was supposed to be cleaning my room, I was usually reading. My mom had to lock my books in her car. Really. Now, when I’m supposed to be cleaning my room, I’m reading. Well, not as much of a problem any more, but the point is the same. Also, now, when I’m supposed to write a paper, I write a play instead. The exscuse is that I needed to do it anyways, but in truth that paper is due tomorrow, and the play is due in a month. Or I should study, and I play the guitar. Well, that’s studying too, I reason with myself.

We’re always being told that doing these “other” things means that we are being lazy, or undisciplined. I’m a very disciplined person, but there are just some things I would rather do. We should pay attention to what we would rather do. If you like doing them, they are (probably) good things to focus on. So next time you find yourself getting distracted from the task at hand, consider why it is that you are choosing that alternate activity. Maybe you should just do that instead and stop beating yourself up about “procrastination.”

Love,
Kate