Tim Mcgraw

Born Samuel Timothy "Tim" Mcgraw on May 1, 1967. Tim was born in Delhi, Louisiana. He is an amazing artist and I wish I had a voice half as good as his

Life

I miss High School more than I thought I ever would.... Man I sound slightly crazy. I miss the light homework load. I wish so badly that I had waited a year to go to college.... what was I thinking? I was always in such a rush to grow up, and now that I have I wish I had appreciated being a child when I was one. Growing up sucks, period. Ok I am done whining but I miss my social life, it may have been practically non-existent but now it is LITERALLY non-existent. I don't have many friends and I am so single it's pathetic. super-single. XD man I miss having nothing to do. But I have a job, I work at McDonald's, it's better than nothing... :P don't judge me.

The Real Me: Removing the mask

This post is about me, you may think you know me from my blog posts but you only know a little bit about me. There are a few people that know who I am in this blog, a few of my friends. I sit on the far side of the classroom. I usually have a book, I am talking to Summer, or I am sleeping. I don't do much or anything but I do know how to have fun and I can do a lot of things. I have a hard time with school and I cannot wait to graduate. I don't know what else to say, I am not comfortable talking about myself.

Who am I?

Katie Walker

My 18th Birthday

So all in all a pretty okay birthday. But of my list of things I wanted to do here are the things that actually happened yesterday:

1. I ate cake.

2. I got balloons.

3. Watch TV for a while.

Not much else otherwise 

Football in my home

My house is a football house. We do more football than anything else, football is almost the most important thing to my father. I don't even really like football but my dad would never forgive me if I disliked football. So I act like I know whats going on when the game is on, I wear the jersey when the game is on and I get excited for my dad so he doesn't get all upset. My little brother is convinced that one day he will play football professionally for the Minnesota Vikings, that is the team we root for. I don't have the heart to tell him yet that he has a 1 in 1 million chance of that happening, to let him know he has to be the best of the best of the best. He is 11 and is allowed to be naive though. I can't wait until I don't have to pretend that I know whats going on anymore.

The REAL World

The real world has not always been kind to me. It pokes, it prods, and it sees you as those around you want to see you. It tells you that you're beautiful and then makes you think otherwise. Like you have to be 5' 9" and 95 pounds to be beautiful. Or that you're only amazing when you're rich or famous.I am not famous for anything. Everyone in the world does not know my name, and yet I feel like there are those days when I am amazing and beautiful. But it seems as though that only lasts for a little while and sometimes I just wish that the rest of the world would see me for who I am. That it would look past my flaws and see the person underneath. That it would understand that, yeah I did not always have it easy. That I worked hard to be the person that I am today. It tries to pressure you into doing things that you KNOW you shouldn't do, but yet you follow them and the example the world sets you just need to be you to be truly happy. :)

Writing

I love writing and I always have a lot of fun doing it and now I am writing a book. Whoop! Yes this is just a random post cause I like this picture

Embarrassment

Everyone's been embarrassed at one time or another

I am about to tell you a story, NO ONE can learn of this and you MUST NOT speak of it.

I remember the time I got the flu mist and I freaked out and, well.... here it goes. Although the way my Mom tells it makes it sound worse than it was.

       I stood in line waiting to get the flu mist relatively calm. Then it was my turn, I got the mist but since I had a cold my nose was stuffed. I walked out of the room fine and then I was walking down the hall (they did it at the high school) and then my vision started to go black, I told my mom that I couldn't see and that I was blind and she didn't believe me. I kept walking, seeing nothing, and then they had windowed walls on either side of the door to go down the other hall and I ran into the left one and landed flat on my back. Then my head smacked against the floor and my sight returned. My mom and siblings then proceeded to laugh at me even though they couldn't tell how much I was hurt, both in body and mind. I walked the rest of the way to the car with my head down silent tears streaming down my face. Then we got into the car and my mom started yelling at me to get a sense of humor because it was funny. 

       I didn't think it was funny and to this day I still can't sit there when my family jokes about it without getting upset. There are times when my mom and the rest of my family doesn't understand that it hurt my feelings and they don't know when to stop. So.... DO NOT SPEAK ABOUT THIS EVER!!!!!!

The Last 44 Days....

         Its official as of today I have 44 days left of being considered a child and after that I will be an adult. My birthday is May 14th, a Monday. I have a long list of things that I would love to have happen on that day here's the top 10:

1. Go out to eat and ignore my diet while doing so.

2. Learn to play Skyrim.

3. Get a bunch of balloons to tie to my backpack.

4. Get no homework to do.

5. Watch TV for a while.

6. Get asked on a date.

7. Hang out with my friends.

8. Eat cake!

9. Have a surprise party.

10. Have a Harry Potter movie marathon!

       All of these things would help to make my 18th birthday the best ever!

Jealousy

I wanted to have what they had, seeing them together tore at my heart. I wanted to have a lasting relationship with someone, but it seemed like I never knew what to do. I sat watching my friend and her boyfriend trying to figure out what I was constantly doing wrong, that I didn't have the luck with guys she seemed to have. I sat trying to figure out what my problem was and finally figuring out what emotion I was feeling when I heard a voice behind me.

"Feeling a little jealous?"

I would know that voice anywhere, and he was right that was exactly how I was feeling. I turned to face my ex boyfriend Jason, and I felt a new wave of jealousy flood over me at the sight of this new girl on his arm, Jason had been the only guy that I had ever felt something for and I was completely confused when dumped me for no apparent reason at all.

Stress

Helpful...? Maybe.

Stress sucks. Period. I am so stressed so often that it's not even funny to think about anymore. The best way to deal with stress is to go do something that isn't stressful for a while. 

I looked at my boss with wide innocent eyes. "Mr. Jarrington, you can't honestly think that I would be able to do the big project?"

Jarrington looked at me for a second. "No, thats why I am having you work on it with Burns."

Oh kill me now. I thought, Jared Burns had been trying to get me fired for the past two years. He made it quite clear that he didn't want me working here because I was a woman and women shouldn't be working. No, women should be at home and the husband should be working. Only problem was that I wasn't married.

"Fine." I said. I knew that I couldn't win this round, no matter how hard I tried. Mr. Jarrington had just added more stress to my already stressful life. Can this day get any worse? I thought. Little did I know that it could and would.

Harry Potter VS. Twilight

Obviously! As much as I love Twilight I love Harry Potter more!!!!

Harry Potter was my childhood,

Twilight was my High School Life.

But I don't want a guy who sparkles, 

So I am sorry Bella but Harry Potter is better than Edward!

I mean seriously who would you rather have?

Dreams

There are many ways that dreams change and shape us.

Dreams are just wishes waiting to come true. That was the quote of the day on the white board in Mr. Sanders creative writing class. Yeah right. I thought, while I glared at it as intensely as I could. I had a dream to go to the senior Prom (in a large empire waist dress that was ice blue) and that didn't look like it was going to happen any time soon. I had three days left until that day and by the looks of it my chances of being asked were slim to none at best. 

Courage

The way my Dad always explained courage to me was "Courage is being brave even when you are scared to death."

When you have courage anything is possible.


I wanted to be normal, I wanted it so bad that I could taste it. But I was also scared I had always tried to be myself, but thats a hard thing when I didn't even know who I was. So I mustered up the last bit of courage and pushed open the door to my new life.

I'm afraid of...

There are many things that I am afraid of, the thing is that I don't usually tell anyone what they are. I hate the dark- too many scary movies as a child- I used to think that the bad guys from movies would come out of the television and kill me in my sleep. I am not afraid of dying but I am afraid to lose the people that I love. I am afraid of the porcelin dolls that my mom gave to me, they are strategically placed behind my curtains on my window sill. I am afraid of being buried alive. I am afraid that life will pass me by. I am afraid that I won't ever find love.

Many people are afraid of something, and those fears can be hard to overcome.

I have a friend who is afraid of moths (yes the little white bugs that fly around). I think that it is ridiculous and hilarious, but to her they are those scary little bug bodies that fly around the lights and fly into your face. I do not know what caused this fear to come around so don't ask.

When creativity and glass combine

This is one of many of the amazing glass sculptures Dale Chihuly has made, no two are exactly the same. They are all done by hand and if a piece breaks there is not another exactly like it to replace it because no two pieces of glass are the same. This particular piece is in The Children's Museum in Indianapolis, I have been there and have seen firsthand just how amazing just one these glass sculptures is.
This is creativity  because someone had an idea that turned out to be an amazing masterpiece.