Wizardry

This blog is coming to you live from MY HAMMOCK.

You know you like the proof.

It is February (as I am sure you have heard by now) and it is 72 degrees here in Edmond, Oklahoma. 72!!! As much as I do enjoy the cold, I love being able to regulate my temperature easily while outdoors, so here I am, hammocking.

Yesterday was the good old day of love, the day where it all goes down, the red day if you will. If you won't then it was Valentines Day. I must say, I was quite the wizard yesterday. By saying that I mean I was the wizard of love. So many people do not like the holiday because they are single or don't have anyone to "love" them. I think all of those negative feelings are crap. I DON'T HAVE ANYONE EITHER AND I LOVED MY LIFE YESTERDAY. I made all my little baby broskis a card and a small gift and for all the others I love I made some special valentines that look a lot like the following.

So there they are.

Mid-hammock my friend Josh McCoy came to visit.
K.Jack

Virgin Mary

This blog is coming to you live from the Branch household. Snow days are the best days.

here is the proof.

So I will preface the rest of my entry with informing all my readers of what I have been doing from approximately 10:00 pm Monday night until right at this very moment. I have been in the middle of a snowpocalypse and stuck inside of Lee Branches home. I know many of you were frantically looking for me and because all of the phone lines and roads are down, I have not been able to contact anyone. Luckily I have found some internet service and I would like to dissipate all of your fears. I, and the rest of my crew, are completely fine.

cute.
In other news, I found the virgin Mary in the community bathroom in my dorm. I was just showering one morning and there it was. I was freaking out, got on my knees and sent praises up to heaven because I clearly was on some sort of holy ground. Ok, maybe that was blasphemous, but seriously THE VIRGIN MARY WAS IN THE SHOWER WITH ME.

There she is.

So, if you want to come see her I am selling tickets for $10.00 a piece. Come, be blessed.

K. Jack

Cross Continental Love

This blog is coming to you live from my dorm room (for the third time in a row.)

That is potentially the worst picture of me in existence, but I have got to keep up the live photos you know what I mean?

So I just had a thought, or maybe we can even call it a realization, whatever-I had to write it down. Let me just preface this following statement by informing all of my readers that this is not a ploy for anything more than sheer enjoyment at the ridiculous nature of my "love life."
I put "love life" in quotations because it is something that floats above my reality, never actually becoming a part of it.
Anyhow, I have never really had guys "hit" on me. It's just something that I have been lucky enough to steer clear of. That statement, however comes with one exception. That exception is creepy Egyptian (well most of them are Egyptian) guys on Facebook. It's like I add one, I added all of them, and they all want me to come to Egypt and love them. Plausible? No. Desirable? Even less than the previous no. I just have not been censoring who I add as a friend as well as I should have, so now I get creepy comments and messages from people I don't even know. ( I had all of these screen shots of examples but I can't get them to load.) The strangest of all of the incidents happen on Facebook chat. I mean, why can't a normal species of the male persuasion approach me with words like "Hey, I saw you from across the room, and let me tell you girl, you have got it going on." How hard is that? I did get a Valentine tonight though. So there is that, yet this particular Valentine is more like a Friendtine.
Valentimes are the best times, I always say.
K. Jack

Call me a Realist.

This blog is coming to you live from my dorm room.

I surprise myself at how attractive I can be.

If I was a toast giving kind of girl, I would give a toast to myself for writing another blog so close to my previous post. As it turns out, I'm not a toast giver.

Today I traveled to Tulsa to the Philbrook Museum. Let me tell you, I loved every second of it. There were VanGohs, Picassos, and original Madonnas. It was an old Italian style house filled with beautiful things and surrounded by beautiful things. I literally just walked in and and began weeping at all the beauty around me. The other patrons of the museum just stared and contemplated whether or not they should offer me help. I politely announced, however, that I was ok, just simply overwhelmed by all of the culture I was being bombarded with.

I mean, come on! (This is a madonna for my uncultured readers)

I returned from Tulsa to the Christian Choral Festival that was taking place on the campus of OC. I arrived in time to warm up with the OC chorale, which I am a part of. Now, I have a confession. When warming up with chorale, and various other choirs and sometimes in general life, I am instructed to do things I have no idea how to accomplish. For example, my friend Karissa warmed up our choir for our performance at the festival. She instructed us to pretend there were bees in our mouths and to hum as if such a situation was occurring.  Ok, fair enough, bees in my  mouth, no big deal. She then tells us to sing as if the bees were flying out of the back of our heads. Um, what? Everyone just acted like they knew what to do, so I went along with it. She then instructed us further to to sing as if the bees were flying out of our foreheads. I mean whatever, but I heard no difference in sound, nor did I sing any differently.

(this guy is doing anything but singing I assure you)

 Its like the same concept as imagining you are in your "happy place." That has never worked for me. I just always smile and nod and pretend I am in some place super happy. Call me a realist, but I'm not following. Just a thought. I also sang with about 400 other college aged kids tonight and we were singing  with those bees flying right out the back of our heads.

K.Jack

Bag Lady

This blog is coming to you live from my dorm room.

I mean...

This is my first blog post Christmas break. It is three days into school here at OC and so far I have read two strange scientific/philosophy writings, one quiz over said writings, began a chapter of Chem Is Try, dropped one class, been a part of thoughtful discussion over the Renaissance and other related topics, and a menagerie of other events that are school related. You know, no big deal.

I went to good ole' St. Louis over the break. I don't have many pictures to show other than this one.

That is Kelsea Smith and Shane McFarlin

We did a lot of really exciting St. Louis related things, but sadly this is all I have to show for it. They look great though, am I right?

I also went to goodwill with a few friends (a common sight) and bought the skirt you can see pictured below. However, my roommate (also pictured below) claims it makes me look a bit down and out, if you know what I mean, so I accentuated what any destitute person might accentuate with.

If only I was sitting on a park bench with perhaps some pigeons and bread crumbs.

This is my roommate and I. She is awesome, except she turned the heat off a few nights ago and I woke up sick. You may notice some shiny/greasy skin around my nose. Do not be alarmed as it is merely Vicks Vapor Rub. (I hope my product mention makes me some sort of profit)

Speaking of no heat, on my way back to school this past Sunday I had to pull off the road because it was BLIZZARDING. So alone, female, and afraid I found the nearest hotel to check into and ended up in a room by myself at a Best Western in Van Buren, Arkansas. Although I missed the first day of classes, it was somewhat fun. It was a funny story at the very least. 

The break was wonderful, but now I am back to my own reality (or at least as much reality as I can achieve here at OC). What is anything?

K. Jack

Just a Couple of Friends...

This post is coming to you live from Jonesboro, AR on my cozy futon-insead-of-bed.

This is also proof that I shower, or at least it appears that way.

Six days ago was my birthday and tomorrow is Christmas, so Merry Christmas to all of my readers out there. I hope you are feeling the shopping rush, the traffic jams, and the stench of our stimulated economy. 

I have recently developed a love for over simplifying every situation of my life. For example: I am playing poker with five other friends, and I find it necessary to frequently define the action I am doing while doing it. Between hands I exclaim, "You know, we are just a couple of friends playing a game of poker. You know, not a big deal, just a couple of friends." I always crack myself up, and on average probably say that same, or similar, stream of words 50-60 times throughout the game. Primarily between each hand. This over simplification is not exclusive to poker. It can be used for anything. Say you are driving down the road, you could say: "I'm just a single person driving down this road. Not a big deal, just me and the road I am driving down." It can be quite enjoyable.

Just a couple of friends, playing poker, not a big deal.

Just a couple of girls, taking care of their skin. A common sight.

Literally several friends, at a cabin, just taking a picture.

Because I have wasted so much space with other things here is a simple recap of my Christmas break thus far:

It was my birthday and I danced into it, celebrated with a few friends the next day, went to a family Christmas thing, then headed out of town to my grandfathers cabin where we all had a glorious time because it is the most wonderful place on this Earth. Since the cabin I have simply played some poker with friends and blogged. As always, thank you for reading.

K. Jack

I Make It Rain

This blog is coming to you live from Chem is Try (Blog is Try)

here is the proof. I stay rolling out of that bed.

Why are we even in class today? We are reviewing for the final, but I mean....we studied 10 chapters, how good is a review going to be? I'm just being bitter because I'm so sleepy.

This past week has been relatively great. Lots of Chemistry. Last night my dorm had pizza/cookie party thing and I attended. It's always great to get free things. So I was just enjoying myself and then all these people were trying to get me to sing. I was all, "hey why can't you just let me enjoy this party," and they were all, "no we just want to hear the voice of an angel." So I mean they pulled the angel card and I had to entertain. I had several options. Do I sing a ballad, a foreign piece, something upbeat and fun? All of those things are great but when faced with adversity, I will ALWAYS free style rap. Thats what I did. I just brought myself back to my days on the street and rapped like my life depended on it. When I came back to reality all these ladies were around me, cheering, crying, touched and moved. I threw some tissues that I had conveniently placed in my pockets and made it rain with the sweet gift of absorbency. 

I have also spent a lot of time in the library with some really great people.

Look at them. I love them.
I feel like God brought them in my life to make sure they don't die in college or something because they are little baby broskis that need someone looking out for them. There are a few other little baby bros that I feel this way about as well.
K. Jack