Well hello there.
Before I start to blabber nonsence I didn't really give a warning that my last post was just me venting and was a tad gloomy... my baaaaad.
Yes I am work right now and yes I'm blogging. Go ahead, judge me.
I work as a receptionist at a law office/firm its nothing out of this world. All I basically do is answer the phone and say "Good afternoon law office" take down the message, pick up the mail and file. Yup aren't you just riveted with joy and excitement after reading that. And because no one really calls when I'm here, I finish the filing with 5 minutes and the mail has always been picked up by the time I get here all I really do is listen to music and check my Facebook... again the excitement.
The thoughts I have during work. . .~ If I put the volume at 6% would that be to loud?
~ *Looking at files I'm filing*... Oh he's going to jail, he's good, jail-time for sure, ehh she's good, uuuuuffff your in the slammer for life son.
~ Lawyers lie... a lot
~ There are sooooooo many papers
~ I need some more people to talk too
~ What would happen if a murderer or rapeist came in here? Eh I probably wouldn't even be paying attention.
~ Can they see me on Facebook?
~ Why do the lawyers say they aren't here when the phone rings? The people calling need to talk to you.
~ I gotta pee but if I leave my boss can call and then I'm for sure dead
~ I DO NOT want to be a lawyer, nope, never!
I saw this quote in wynwood/midtown and fell in love with it:
"Anything can be beautiful if you look at it with love." Future tattoo? Maybe... Bur this quote has a lot of meaning behind it. If we all would just look at life with love and happiness rather then with judgmental eyes the world might just a be a better place.
For all the devastation thats been happening I want to take a moment and say that God has a plan and He knows why all of this is happening, it's horrible but He knows all. To the families in Boston and Texas that have been affected by everything I pray comfort and peace over all of you.
No pictures today but next post for sure. Thanks for reading!
As always,
Love Katerina
Monday, April 22, 2013
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Ventilation.
Supp doe.
*While reading this, listen to Evolution 935 on iHeartRadio... if you want*
Have you ever wanted to go to the moon? Not because it'd be fascinating, just because it's far away?
If you know me, met me for a few seconds or want to get to know the first thing I will usually say is that I have a curfew... yup a curfew. If you don't have one I envy you.
My curfew as of now is12:00am (I think its 10pm)... I'll give you some time to get all your laughter out.
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Done? Cool. As I was saying, its hard to be 20 YEARS OLD with an early curfew. If I was back in high school I'll take it but in my 3rd year of college, no. I don't know whats wrong with my parents lately but I think they have finally gone mental. By 9:30-10pm if I'm not home the hysterical calls and texts come pouring in. When I say hysterical I mean yelling like the world is ending. Honestly, the things they yell at me on the phone or in person really bring me down... It hurts, I can't even speak or have a say in anything. It makes me feel worthless.
You know when your parents say "I understand what your going through" I genuinely don't think my parents really understand though. As I'm getting older my schedule gets busier such as: school, work, church, school clubs and social life.(Sometimes I get busy on purpose so I'm not home) Thats normal for a girl my age to be busy and living life but apparently my parents believe in hibernation 24-7/365. As I said before if I'm not at home by 10 hell breaks loose and it DRIVES ME INSANE.
In life we need to make mistakes to learn, to grow but by sheltering someone (or as i say caging them or holding them hostage or not allowing them to breathe) from the world is, to me, horrible. We all need to burn our hands on the stove to know its hot thats life. It feels like you can't breathe and theres no way out. It is mentally exhausting.
I know I'm not and I can't fully understand why they do this but I've been living on a short leash for way to long. Not being able to do things with friends or get involved in places because the fear of "oh this event might pass 10" and then my parents yelling at me is not worth it. I know they are not going to lift the curfew but hopefully by January I'm out of here and so long curfew for its time to take a deep breath and finally live.
What I've been doing lately:
I WENT TO ULTRA!
As always,
Love Katerina
*While reading this, listen to Evolution 935 on iHeartRadio... if you want*
Have you ever wanted to go to the moon? Not because it'd be fascinating, just because it's far away?
If you know me, met me for a few seconds or want to get to know the first thing I will usually say is that I have a curfew... yup a curfew. If you don't have one I envy you.
My curfew as of now is
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Done? Cool. As I was saying, its hard to be 20 YEARS OLD with an early curfew. If I was back in high school I'll take it but in my 3rd year of college, no. I don't know whats wrong with my parents lately but I think they have finally gone mental. By 9:30-10pm if I'm not home the hysterical calls and texts come pouring in. When I say hysterical I mean yelling like the world is ending. Honestly, the things they yell at me on the phone or in person really bring me down... It hurts, I can't even speak or have a say in anything. It makes me feel worthless.
You know when your parents say "I understand what your going through" I genuinely don't think my parents really understand though. As I'm getting older my schedule gets busier such as: school, work, church, school clubs and social life.(Sometimes I get busy on purpose so I'm not home) Thats normal for a girl my age to be busy and living life but apparently my parents believe in hibernation 24-7/365. As I said before if I'm not at home by 10 hell breaks loose and it DRIVES ME INSANE.
In life we need to make mistakes to learn, to grow but by sheltering someone (or as i say caging them or holding them hostage or not allowing them to breathe) from the world is, to me, horrible. We all need to burn our hands on the stove to know its hot thats life. It feels like you can't breathe and theres no way out. It is mentally exhausting.
I know I'm not and I can't fully understand why they do this but I've been living on a short leash for way to long. Not being able to do things with friends or get involved in places because the fear of "oh this event might pass 10" and then my parents yelling at me is not worth it. I know they are not going to lift the curfew but hopefully by January I'm out of here and so long curfew for its time to take a deep breath and finally live.
What I've been doing lately:
Zedd re-tweeted me... I cried.
I was student of the week at my school... be jealous
I was Mary Magdeline in the Easter pageant at my church, Jerusalem's finest
Arts and letters day/week at my college was back and this year was a lot of amazing chalk art
My youth groups new look, mini ultra stage I call it
These 2 make my world happier
Hoped you guys missed me I'll write more I promise... If there is anyone reading this...
Love Katerina
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