I'm Katelyn. I live in Alberta. I study psychology. Lately my days have been filled with classes, creative writing, climbing, church, cross-country skiing, awkward conversations, and as always, alliteration.
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- Me, text: Sooo, how did it go?!
- My friend, voice-mail: Hey Katelyn, this is Xxxx calling. Just received your text this morning; I kind of slept in that's why I'm returning this so late. Also, I had some other stuff to do this morning. Anyways, yeah, give me a call back because I'd like to discuss what happened and what my future plan is. So yeah, give me a call back. My number is xxx-xxx-xxxx. You obviously knew that because you sent me a text, so I don't know why I just gave you my phone number when you already have it. But anyways, at any rate, give me a call back, alright, thanks, bye.
- Probably the best voice-mail I'll ever receive. This came from the guy who once gave me instructions starting with, "Please go to www.google.ca and click on the images button." He's the best. I have awesome friends.
Hiked to the summit of Yamnuska on Saturday. Lots of fresh snow and lots of fun. (Maybe one day I’ll climb the east face!?)
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#now if the sun would come out that would be great #hiking #summer
I’m going hiking on Saturday, my prescription sunglasses finally came, and I’ve been eating berries all day long.
Hello, Summer. I’ve been waiting such a long time for you.
#seriously I haven't painted my nails in at least five years #what is this #sleepless in seattle
HELP.
Tonight I find myself eating raspberry sherbet, painting my toenails, and watching Sleepless in Seattle.
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I still haven’t been to Joshua Tree.
Once, you went to Joshua Tree and I sat at home and wondered how you felt about me.
You climbed under sweeping, azure skies with wisps of clouds. You caressed rocks and sought out the secrets of the natural world. I wrote in my journal, spewing out enough words to use up the jet black ink of two pens. I tried to banish the secrets of my thoughts.
When you came back, our hands showed the evidence of what we had done.
Tonight I finally ran, for the first time in a month. It’s been raining all day but it let up so I laced up my shoes and stepped out onto the grey pavement, under the grey sky.
I came back sweaty and red-faced, but the library was close to closing so I threw on a colourful cardigan and tied my hair back and left without showering.
To be honest, I haven’t felt that beautiful in a long time.
I really didn’t want to come home from Utah. But I’m now sitting in my bed with a cup of apple cider and the window open a crack so I can listen to the rain. I bought new sheets while I was down there and they feel so good. I love the feeling of crisp new sheets. I have a book to read and my cousin is home from Waterloo. I finally watched Midnight in Paris and it really is my kind of movie. Tomorrow I’ll run and do some errands and then make plans with friends whose texts have been piling up in my phone. The weather forecast shows temperatures in Celsius and labels are familiarly cramped with English and French. It’s good to be home.
