It's like that moment when you realize that perhaps...

You are Peter Pan...

and that changes everything...

With utmost sincerity, 
Kaitlin R. 

 

Here...

Here...look at these pictures. People are more interested in looking at things than reading anyways. 

I closed my eyes and chose these by random.

 Oh, Harry Potter. 

With utmost sincerity, 
Kaitlin R.

I'm realizing more and more that I take myself way too seriously.

As Kid President says,

"We can cry about it, or we can dance about it."

Now, I'm no great shakes at dancing, but I love to do it all the same.

There's something special in the air up here. I think part of heaven will look like Idaho.

With utmost sincerity,

Kaitlin R.

I had forgotten...

There are moments, like when a handsome boy tells you you're cute, that make you go all sorts of giddy inside. And it's not necessarily that you like said boy, but you've just been hoping and wishing someone would say that to you because it hasn't happened in a while. And you felt a little bit starved and needy.

Yeah, giddy indeed.

Regardless.

I found a magical place. It's sort of a home away from home away from home. 

Trees that sway in the breeze...

Neverland.

Indubitably.

I love that word. Indubitably. 

I'm realizing more and more that people don't really care. I don't mean that in a bad way. It's a good thing actually. We're all fighting a battle. 

Don't kill any mockingbirds. 

With utmost sincerity,

Kaitlin R.

One by one...

God gave me a thunderstorm.

Also, go read this lovely blog (http://skettiseyes.blogspot.com/) because its author is absolutely brilliant and will make you cry!

Yesterday I went swing dancing. Ha, yeah, that's a thing I do now. It's super fun! Anyways, this song came on and I think it should be shared. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=efl6nkFVmoI

Laugh. Seriously. Just do it.

With utmost sincerity,

Kaitlin R.

(P.S. 11:11 make a wish!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

There are moments that fall closely together, one by one. 

And those moments are life. There are millions of them. A wink, a smile, a smirk. A kiss, a sigh, a tear. 

If I've learned nothing from these moments, then I have not been paying attention.

There is something so beautiful about tire swings. Tire swings in summer. Grass blowing in the early evening breeze. The slanted sunlight lighting the mountains to the east. 

I breathe it in, but somehow it's not as sweet as it was when I was a child. Or maybe it's exactly the same, but I'm not as sweet. 

Is that an inevitability of growing up?

I didn't mean to. I don't know if I wanted to or not. I had to. There was no way around it. 

I've heard it said though, that growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional. 
I try to live like that. 

Yes...
There are those moments when I am completely and utterly a child. A child in the real sense of the word. Not childish. Not immature. Not wanting my mommy (which I often do).

I mean those moments when I catch a glimpse of the Never Never Land. When I can smell its sandy shore. I will no longer land there...

And that's okay. Though it hurts something awful sometimes.  

But.

We were made to grow. Up? Old?

Old. Perhaps with a sprinkling of up.

There is something inherently good about being a child. There is something beautiful and wonderful and breathtakingly lovely about being a child.

I sense in every summer breeze...and around Christmas time. Oh yes...always around Christmas time...

I never saw Boo Radley. I wonder if he saw me?

With utmost sincerity,
Kaitlin R.

And...

Furious

and,

anxious

and,

so, like, confusedddddd!

But guess what? I watched an old science fiction movie with my dad last night. I was not expecting it to freak me out, but oh, it did...

Also, Slenderman...freaky! Still, gives me a good idea, but more on that never.

There's this weird anime I watch called Sgt. Frog. It's the weirdest thing, but I find it really entertaining and I love it.  I don't recommend it to you, unless you really like anime and silly cartoons.

I need to go dance. Do you ever need to go dance? I need to go dance.

You need to go dance.

With utmost sincerity,
Kaitlin R.

P.S. I'm moving out (finally!) in about a month. Any advice would be greatly appreciated.

Writers block...

And I'm sitting here watching my sister play The Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword. She's already defeated it like, a billion times, but it's always enjoyable to watch her do it again. 

I've spent pretty much the entire evening trying to decide what to buy for black Friday. I do all my black Friday shopping online because I hate crowds. 

Also, anyone know where you can find a good pair of reasonably priced boots? I'm leaning more towards the riding boot style, but I'm having troubles finding some I really love. Thoughts?

Okay, so, maybe I need to post more pictures on here or something. This blog is so icky boring.

Well, I think this picture is a complete success.

I miss them. Lots.

With utmost sincerity,
Kaitlin R.

Oh, goodness...

In my 3 am delirium, I have this compulsion to write down whatever strange or random thought is in my head. Most of the time it's dialogue  from a dream, or something from that strange and wonderful moment between sleep and awake. 


As I was getting ready for bed, I recalled a moment last night (this morning) when I had typed something into a message on my phone and saved it in my drafts. 

I then brought up said message, and was shocked and amused to see this:

{"an entire flight of solitary moving targets...Mr. Throw stick across the entire length of classroom...?"}

...Your guess is as good as mine.

With utmost sincerity, 

Kaitlin R.

Wilson!!!

{You know me like medicine companies know the flavor of fruit.

Which is to say, not at all.}

{But, you still do your job...so I suppose that makes up for it.}

{And I guess it's not your fault.}

Say hello to the week of Thanksgiving! It's weird that it's so soon...I feel like it should still be ages away.

But,

I'm thankful for monkey's and apple cider.

For blue jeans and grass.

For knowing looks and the orange glow of street lamps on wet sidewalks.

For my Savoir who's kind enough to keep reminding me, because I forget.

Way. Too. Often.

(Should that be 'to'?)

For my God who answers my prayers in ways I expect and ways I don't.

For mummy's and archeologists.

For Lemony Snicket and J.K. Rowling.

For C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien.

For faux leather boots and the word "fluffly" (which, technically isn't a real word, but whatever, right?).

For pears and pickles and parachutes.

For you.

With utmost sincerity, 

Kaitlin R.

 

I will simply deny you the crown...

{And live forever...}

There are moments at work when I just want to shout at everyone to go home.

Basically it goes like this:

*People touching displays, ruining all the things I freshly folded, and being a general pain*

Me: (In my head): Okay, people, I understand that things are cute, but if you drop it on the floor, please pick it up.

*People continuing onward.*

Me: (In my head, of course.) Okay, go home now, all you people. Why do you want to be out anyways? It's Friday, traffic's bad, go home and eat food and watch t.v. and read a book! That's what I'd be doing...so, go home, thanks.

And then I go onward.

{Note, I do not always feel like that. Usually I'm okay with people messing up displays and stuff, it's just on busy nights when I go insane!}

 Then there are other times when teeny boppers (that is to say: girls who act, or rather try to act like they're 19, but are actually twelve {granted, we all did that at one point, so...}) come in and I'm just like:

You dress better than me...and you're twelve.

It's an odd thing.

Also, I register for classes on Monday, and I have no idea what I'm doing...so...yeah...

Also, I need to take a class where I can sing! I've been singing songs all week. Broadway, Disney, Church, Christmas, pop...Ah! I just love to sing! :D


I feel like Slim, the walking stick from "A Bug's Life," when he's says, "...and I'm a flower, with nothing interesting to say..."

Ha, ha...yeah, makes me laugh.

Also, there's a show on NBC called "Grimm" and I ADORE it. A lot.

That's narwacky!

With utmost sincerity,

Kaitlin R.

The boy who lived...

On this night 31 years ago, Lily and James Potter were murdered by Lord Voldemort.

Their son, Harry Potter, survived the killing curse.

To Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived.

Oh, and it was Halloween! Yay!

I like Halloween! I dressed up as Indiana Jones! (Pictures coming soon, because I know you all care!)

Okay, love and chocolate!

With utmost sincerity,

Kaitlin R.      

Dear someone...

Dear someone,

You're trying to make me feel better, but it just makes me feel worse.

You're very kind to me because that's what's expected of you, not because you care. 

I don't feel an overwhelming need to talk to you, because I have no idea what to say.

And if I say anything, it's the usual, "hello, how are you?...Good?...Good...yeah, I'm good too..."

And I am, but I'm a million different other things that I can't articulate. So that makes me wonder if you're a million different other things too.

And I know my hair was a little greasy, but sometimes that can't be helped. 

And I know my jeans were a little too tight around the middle, but they'd just been washed and weren't stretched out to the proper, comfortable position.

I don't know what you're looking for, and I don't know why I even care.

With utmost sincerity,
Kaitlin R. 

 

 

 

And full of spaz...

"He kinda' hates your guts..."

 

...

 

"Oh no! He really does hate me! Me and my guts!"

 

 

My video log is coming soon. I'm just lazy.

{You were so close to wondering, and too far from finding.}

 

THE HOBBIT IS COMING SO SOON I CAN'T WAIT!!!

 

Seriously though, I'm so excited!

 

 

{...}

 

Guys, in all honesty, I really have nothing to say, for which I am sorry.

I'm was not blessed with quick wit, or inspiring messages...but I do feel a need to write. To get words onto paper (even if that paper is electrical.)

 

I don't remember the rules of grammar.

 

I don't remember all the ammendment's of the constitution.

 

I don't say everything I feel for fear of offending people...or sounding really uppity...or really boring.

 

I like so sing. Loud. When I'm at home alone, I belt music. I'm pretty sure my neighbors get annoyed, but they've said nothing.

 

I need to stop talking about myself.

But I've been on no grand adventures!

To quote Dr. Watson, "Nothing happens to me."

 

But I continue for the sake of existence, and because maybe someday I'll have something worthwhile to say...

 

To the right of your screen is a button. ------>

 

It says "Follow."

 

I would appreciate it if you'd click that button.

 

Love and chocolate.

 

 

With utmost sincerity,

Kaitlin R.

 

Oh, and I guess I'll add this for your entertainment...please don't judge me too harshly...yes, I made the song up, and yes my uke is out of tune... :)

 

 

Hero's get remembered...

There's nothing to say,

nothing to do,

nothing to say,

nothing to do...

 But, sit and dream of you.

I'm watching "The Sandlot." Good movie. It was filmed in Utah.

{But legends never die.}

{Follow your heart kid...}

{...and you'll never go wrong.}

Watch Olan Rogers on YouTube. You'll laugh your guts out.

I got to make jack o'lantern's at work today.

Check, check, success!
 

{I just got the best dang chicken tenders...}

Laughing just makes my heart lighter.

Makes the world a little bit brighter.

Opens your eyes.

Open's the skies.

Life's just a big bowl of jello.

And do you have a spoon???

[I'm tired, and bored...and I can't get italics off...]

Weeoooweeoooweeeoooweeooo!

There's a man I love, and his name is Richard Armitage. {heart, heart, heart!}

If you have Netflix, and time, watch

North and South.

It's beautiful, and you'll fall in love with Richard Armitage too! 

With utmost sincerity,

Kaitlin R.

 

Video Log

I'm trying something a little different.

So...yeah...

With utmost sincerity, 

Kaitlin R. 

Also! Blog giveaway coming soon!!!

Are we human?...

 Confessions

1//I am a slight germophobe. Strangely enough, I can play in the dirt for hours without feeling anxious. After I touch an animal though, I have to wash my hands before I can touch anything else.

It doesn't make sense to me either.

2//Before I go to bed, I check my blankets and my ceiling for spiders. Don't call me paranoid. There was a spider in my bed once and one dangling from my ceiling another time.

I will never forget.

3//I'm addicted to book sniffing. The best smelling book I ever smelled was called Founding Brothers. It was about the founding fathers and such.

It smelled so good!!!

4//I don't have a favorite song or book (too hard to choose!!!), but I have a favorite color[s] and a favorite movie (though, there are many very, very, very close seconds to my favorite movie.)

{BTW, my favorite colors are green and gray and my favorite movie is Beauty and the Beast.}

5//I watch way too much television. Lately I've been watching a BBC series called "Rosemary and Thyme." It's really quite excellent, and it's on Netflix. I remember watching it with my mom on Sunday nights when I was younger.

6//If I stare at feet too long, they gross me out. I don't know why, but they remind me of alien-like, squid creatures.

Not pretty.

7//I see faces everywhere. That's sounds creepy, sorry. What I mean is that I see, like, eyes and a mouth in the randomness of architecture and in the folds of fabric.

I create some of them into characters.

8//In any random session of music listening on YouTube, I end up listening to a completely different genre than the one I started with. I go from POP, to Instrumental Music scores, to Alt Rock, to Big Band. 

It's so great.

9//I'm always imagining movie scenarios in my head and I'm completely convinced that I'm not the only one that does this.

10//I believe in Santa Claus.

With utmost sincerity,

Kaitlin R.

She sat there...

"She sat there, trying her best not to let the tears slip down here face.

Why are you crying? She thought angrily. Nothing's wrong. 

But there were people to be missed, things to fail at,  hurts that went deep, hearts that broke.

Ah, well, she said to herself, at least there's always tomorrow."

Indeed.

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That's what happens when I smash my face into the keyboard.

This font reminds me of a typewriter. I really want a good, old fashioned type writer.


Look up hymn 72. I love it.


Sing like someone's listening, but you don't care what they think. Dance like everyone's watching, but you don't care what they think. Love like you been hurt before, but you're not going to let those hurts stop you.

With utmost sincerity,

Kaitlin R.

Also, if you would like to share this blog with friends, please feel free to do so. 

Also, if you would like to follow this blog, there is a button to your right that will allow you to do that.

Also, you're great. Just, you know, in case you were wondering.

The other half...

There is another quote from Peter Pan that that is very much like the one that is the title of this blog.

It is one of my favorites.

"To die will be an awfully big adventure..."

I am watching "The Blind Side." It is an absolutely wonderful movie. If you have not seen it. Do. 

Also, all that glitters is not gold...but it could be Edward Cullen.

With utmost sincerity, 

Kaitlin R.

Moments like this...

It's moments like these when I'm awake at almost 1 o'clock in the morning, and my brain is alive, though my body has this little bit of drag to it, that I find myself in the most creative mood. 

There's a mold that I fit into, but it's just a little too small...or perhaps it's too big. Either way, I fit into it, but it's a little uncomfortable...so that makes my head hurt sometimes, and gives me little apple bruises on the heart.

I'm really not sure what any of this means. I guess, while being in my most creative mood in the wee early morning hours, I'm also at my most confusing and ramble-like too.

Maybe I'm more tired than I thought.

(Also, it says I published this at 11:54, but I assure you that it is actually 12:54. Just to clarify.)

With utmost sincerity, 

Kaitlin R.