What a Picture is Worth

My parents have satellite TV. I don't. When I visit home, it's difficult to think of the other things I should be doing when captivated by all-day marathons of Project Runway and Mythbusters. It's sad, I know. The bright colors and shining lights hypnotize my brain, made weak by school. I'm weak - and that manipulative box is just sooo inviting.

Like I mentioned, Project Runway has been a new discovery. Last time I was home, it was America's Next Top Model. I don't think it's in my moral constitution to watch ANTM when it's actually on... but somehow, I can give in to reruns. The product of watching these competition shows is that I'm filled with:
1) a desire to shop
2) a sense of creativity
3) the wish that I had a personal photographer
4) the really strong wish that I was photogenic.
I'm not sure if it's a hobby particular to our generation, the generation of digital cameras, but the pastime "Photo Shoot" has been running rampant in the last few years. Some might say this is reflective of our self-seeking society, which might be harsh. I'm not going to deny it: I like to see some kind of proof that I'm pretty. Yet that can't be it. There's something else that draws young women to spend afternoons taking pictures of each other.
I just don't know what it is yet.

End of School and a Haircut: Two Bits

Every time I remember I'm done with junior year, I sigh in relief. Spring semester is gonegoneGONE! I never have to have dreaded Shakespeare class, make intense page-long language trees, or pretend to care about anthropology EVER AGAIN. Well, I'll probably have to make language trees next year. It is my major, after all.

My class line-up for next semester is as follows:
English Phonology
Immigration and Assimilation in the U.S.
Early Christianity: Matthew - Revelation
Ballroom II
Chorale
Senior Thesis

Oh baby. Three real classes, two fun 1-credits, and my thesis. I start thesis research this summer, so details will come later. But I'm excited.

I got a haircut this morning - and feel I have, in some way, reverted back to the days of high school. My hair's short and curly again. It's layered, and probably is what I envisioned my hair to be like in high school. But instead of getting a perm, I am simply embracing the curl. I've ignored it for the past three years. Well, no longer. No longer, I tell you! Look out, world - Katie's rockin' the curl again.