my letter to santa

Dear my best bud Santa,

So for this Christmas I have everything I want all planned out. Let's start with a new car stereo. I'm tired of the one I have, since it scratches my CDs and holds them hostage. Another car accesory I want is a keyless remote but maybe this isn't just a want. I think it's a need. What if I'm kidnapped by a creeper just because I couldn't get my car door unlocked with the key in time? A keyless remote would keep me safe. And of course I want some new clothes, don't all teenage girls? A new hoodie from pacsun, some new jeans should do good. My ugg boots are all dirty and gross... so I definately need a new pair.
Since I just got my ears double pierced, I would love some new ear rings also. Also I need some money for the Arizona trip, yeah that'd be nice. And that's about it.
Until next time!

with love,
katherine

happy holidays

Some of my favorite past memories for christmas is probably those Christmas's when I was young and got sooo excited I could barely sleep. Back when I believed in Santa and everything was all magical. Nothing like running down the stairs to the sight of lots of beautifully wrapped presents.
As tradition, after opening the presents my family and I pack up even more presents and drive to my aunts house in Omaha. My aunt lives in a really nice neighborhood and all the houses have a ridiculous amount of lights streamed all over everything. It's really spectacular. My cousins and I are really into video games and last year they got a Wii so we had a lot of fun with that, and we even got Grandpa to join in. And surprisingly he is very good at bowling.
Now this year I've already got all my shopping done, and I swear I've spent over 200 dollars. There goes my JCP paycheck for this month. But that's ok because I love giving gifts! Almost as much as I love recieving them : )

New York Times reporters

I reviewed Janny Scott who writes for the news section. She won the Pulitzer Prize in 2001 for an article called “How Race Is Lived In America."
Someone asked her how to take better notes while in a interview. I read her response and found it very helpful. Scott said it was ok to ask for someone to hold on a second while you get stuff written down in a one-on-one interview.
She explained why she wanted to be a reporter, also. I read it and found it interesting. In one question somebody asked, she explained how to get the most honest quote. She also made up the idea for a certain section in the feature of the new york times, called the "Portraits of Grief."

world of the NY day

Today's word of the day on the NY times is nascent, which means coming or having recently come into existence.

The thick clouds nascent from the grey sky.

crazy thanks!

There's so so much in my life to be thankful for. First off, I thank my friends. They make life ten times easier. Without them I wouldn't have many reasons to smile. And my family. They're always on my side, even when I'm wrong. They don't pressure me to be perfect, only to try harder and do my best. Sometimes I wish they were in my life more, maybe I'd be different. I'd like to thank the money my family has. It may sound narcissistic but without money I wouldn't have a house or clothes or food or any meaningful material thing. I guess I should be thanking the jobs we have instead.
I love Thanksgiving. Even though we have it in my house and our dining room is small and we pack twelve people at the outrageously long table. And my step-aunt comes, and she always drives my aunt and mom crazy. And doesn't help with dishes. But none of that matters. It's just that we're all together for once. And that's important.
So I'm thankful for the craziness of Thanksgiving.

money

I strongely dislike my job but it's money, right? Well, I'm to the point where I don't care about making money anymore. I have to quit or I'll probably have a mental breakdown.
My work is pretty vigourous; stocking shelves, cutting my fingers on the edges of the shoe boxes, cleaning everything within reach, and dealing with cranky old ladies. I miss my old job, which was at the waterpark. It was a million times easier then this new one. Plus I had fun, and made new friends. I'm not really interested in making friends with the cranky, too serious older people I work with.
I can't stand it. And when I'm done with work, I feel like I need to treat myself in some way. So I waste the money. I bought new jeans, new outfits, and a bunch of food. But no matter how much money I make, I don't feel like it's the place for me.
There's not many job opporunities in Fremont anyways. All the good jobs are already taken, and all the unfun ones are open. I hope that I can quit my current job and switch over to some place actually more exciting, a place where I'll actually sort of like the kind of things I do day to day.
Does that place even exist?

Hope!

I've always thought hope was a pretty word, and, to me, it's the reason we live. Without hope people wouldn't have reasons for doing what they do.
If you hope to provide a better life for your children, you'll treat work and life seriously.
Hope is the reason we keep working, keep striving.
I hope that I'll become an author someday. I'm passionate about it, and I work hard writing my books, being sure to insert the best words, and express my opinions to the fullest.
Because I'm full of hope, I'll keep doing my best until my book is published and in the hands of every person who knows how to read!