some time alone...

ahhh...the feeling of being done another summer job. Well...i must admit that driving for 8 hours everyday did feel better than working in a factory and being severely burned like i did last summer...but, i guess the crazy kathy inside me couldn't handle being "out of work"...so I headed my butt right over to starbucks and applied there. Ha ha...oooohhhh, starbucks.
What is it about that place that makes me so addicted?? Honestly, I think if I added up how much i've spent there in the past, say, 5 months...it'd probably total over a few hundred dollars. Shoot, eh? Could have done way better things with that money...like feed a small country...but I chose to spend it on coffee.
There is something wrong with that. I often say that starbucks is going to take over the world...along with walmart...and I'm only helping that happen.
My mind is weird. But I have enjoyed my time at the place with that haunting little green sign. For some reason it's my favorite place to sit down and journal...or read. If you don't get out on your own for coffee...get into the habit of doing it. It's seriously some of the best time you'll ever spend. I never used to do it...but now I can't not.
This is a bit of a random entry. Maybe deep inside of me I just feel the need to tell people that it's ok to go spend some time alone. I'm on this (endless) road right now of figuring out who I am...and for some reason it takes removing myself from familiar surroundings and the people that I know in order to reflect on what is going on in my life. You should try it...and maybe you already do...
plus, i think people who sit and read by themselves in coffee shops are really cool...ha ha. Maybe that's my true underlying motive.
Man...I'm such a nerd.

a name like kathy...

so...i think i've actually only ever let 3 people in my entire life call me kathy...one of them being my beautiful roommate betty...whom i might add was the one who suckered me into
this whole blogging life...which i actually think is quite an attractive one...i've just
always deemed myself too busy for it.
Alas, I am not. And here I am. So, I hope you have fun figuring out with me why I'm not a kathy...
If you feel like letting me know what your take on a kathy is...feel free to comment.
I'll give you a little insight on my version of her...
kathy is a tall, well-built woman who takes pride in her long brown locks which she has frequently styled in the typical 80's haircut. She just loves her supreme puff bangs and quite often chooses to accent their effect with...you guessed it...blue eyeshadow. Kathy really can't get enough of Northern reflections and their crew necked sweatshirts with dogs painted on the front...and she really does like a good game of shuffleboard...(seeing as she's from southern florida and "just loves ya'll so darn much"...)
So there she is. And, maybe i'm mistaken but i think that's far from who I am...which is why I will never introduce myself as...ha ha... kathy.
(sorry to anyone who might have that name...)