voices

it's been a long time since i wrote something but it's currently 6:30 am and i'm too tired to explain anything. maybe one day in the future i'll be reading this and have forgotten what exactly happened and i'm just going to tell that future self, "who cares!" the point is, i had this thought and wandered here to write it down...

i really like voices. i love to hear people talk and what makes theirs different. i love hearing people sing. no professionally, i like to hear how my friends sing next to me at church. the people who you would most expect to be wonderful is terrible and those who you assume have a pretty average voice have a pretty great voice. i also hate the fact that you can't hear a bloggers voice reading the text. how can i follow you so diligently and not know what you sound like? i what to be able to tell where you're from by the way you call you pronounce my name. plus hearing a mid-westerner call their soda a pop is just not as delightful when you have to read it. i guess by saying i like voices i also like accents. i love knowing where you're from without asking by just listening. although, sometimes it's difficult. i'm thinking about how i really don't have much of one and for some reason i tend to pick up how the people around me are speaking and just go with that. i think it's called mimicking. it's kind of embarrassing.

anyway, i just like hearing how you talk.

Wunder Brot

Gah! I found this recipe the other day on Stumbleupon:

http://www.joythebaker.com/blog/2011/03/cinnamon-sugar-pull-apart-bread/.

It was love at first sight. And the way she wrote about it. I'm salivating just thinking about it. Anyways, I saw it yesterday and I'm in the process of baking it right now. You know what's really tough? Being patient. And you wanna know what you have to be patient for? Baking bread. I started last night but then it was 10 PM and I just wanted to go to bed so then I had to resume the process this morning but now I'm in a time crunch because I have to be at work at 12:30 but I really want to greet this thang right out of the oven and smell it and cherish it and then jump around giddily while it cools. I think it would be alright if I was just an incy-wincy bit late to work today, right? Isn't there that rule for baseball that you may only be late if you are baking an apple pie? I'm just going to go ahead and say that, that applies to me right here, right now.

You know what's really fun? Baking bread to film scores. It's so inspiring and it makes you feel like you can conquer the world by just putting that delicious bundle of goodness into the oven. It's like the world will be a better place and people will cheer for you and celebrate you and give you a trophy and then one day, when you're all grown up, they'll build a statue in your honor in the middle of city and people from all over will come visit it and say, "That girl. Catherine Kercher, she baked the most delicious bread in the entire world and I want to be like her." This is going to sound really cheesy but honestly, I do want to do something great one day. And unfortunately it's so that I'll get glory even though God should get all the glory for anything I succeed in. As I'm writing this I'm thinking about the Doxology and "To God be the Glory". ... I think I just "Jesus juked myself... (Check this out, you'll know what I mean. http://www.joythebaker.com/blog/2011/03/cinnamon-sugar-pull-apart-bread/)

Have I ever told you that I need validation and affirmation? Well I do and sometimes I imagine myself getting some kind of honor for what is in reality a really mundane thing but I build it up to be a life-changer, a big deal. I'm so vain, I like to think everyone thing is about me. I know that's awful but I struggle with that almost daily. Yeesh.

Well. That's all. Maybe I'll come back to tell you how it turned out. Or maybe I won't.

Listen.

I just love this song and I love the way Mama Cass sings it. I don't know why, I just do.

It's Summertime

Well geez louise, I returned home from sophomore year a lot faster than expected. We had a whole day of tornadoes and time in the basement the Wednesday before exams started. They were so bad that they knocked the power out and we lost water too. So classes were cancelled and then it was decided that Thursday classes would be cancelled as well but then at 3PM an all campus meeting was held and we were told we had 24 hours to pack up and get out.

WHAT?! I know.

Anyway, I'm here now and I've been here for almost two weeks. All of my professors either gave me the option to take my final or just didn't assign one at all. So I didn't take any. Ha! All I know is that with 18 credit hours of classes I came out with three B's and three A's and a 3.39 GPA for the semester! Thank you, thank you, Jesus. Each semester I am so thankful for getting good grades. I suppose I just can't believe that I can succeed in college. Although, I always did well in school growing up... for some reason I guess I subconsciously think I can't do it.

So That's the short of it but I'm pretty sure that A.) Nobody reads this blog so really this is just a reminder to my future self about the crazy end of sophomore year (which, I will remind you, began a week late due to 8 inches of snow! Crazy weather.) B.) If anyone does read this blog they most likely go to Covenant and remember quite well what happened to us.

So I don't have a job. I was offered one but then HR took it away since I wouldn't be back in time for the May 3 orientation. But then I was back due to the tornadoes. So then I tell them I'm back and I'll be there! But then they don't even respond. Yeesh! I'm jobless. It's kind of nice but at the same time I hate it because I feel useless. I want to be working on stuff for the hall next year since I'll be the RA but I feel like it's kind of early yet. Blah! Being at school seems easier than being unemployed. I've applied to tons of places but it's hard to nail down a job when they know you'll only be there for a few months. My mom reminds me that God is in control. He knows the plan for my life and it's better that what I can even imagine. I know it's true but it is hard to really grasp and believe.

On another note, today was nice. It started with Momma and I going to Starbucks with the Bears. The moms go every Wednesday to talk about everything. So cute! Now that it's summertime Hannah and I can go too and today Natalie joined us. We talked about wanting to do summery things so when we all left us girls decided to go to the beach to just walk. Well we walked a total of two miles! It was really relaxing and nice to just let the water wash over us and dig our toes in the sand. We walked to their pier and back to 10th Avenue South. On the way we people watched, stepped over washed up jelly fish and took some silly pictures. We walked back to the car and then went to Panera's for lunch and Rita's for a treat. As we ate our dessert we heard thunder. It was a perfect Florida, summer day. I wish everyday was like that and I also wish that the rest of our Bear/Kercher group was complete with the additions of Allison and Lauren. They bring some more funny into the group.

Well. I guess that's all.

Cath.