i'm gangster miss katie, i do what i want

i'm gangster miss katie, i do what i want

I freaking miss my family these days. Andie is turning into a little lady and actually starting to develop crushes on boys. Kole is still a punk and only texts me when it is associated with Obama or he needs something. My mom and I communicate regularly,  she's usually busy doing something, so she's only 70% apart of the conversation. My dad and I have chats about once a week. Last time we discussed the new democracy of America and sex education in schools. Did I ever mention that my dad was the one to give me the sex talk? My family is the bees knees.

A listy roux of other things I miss about home: 

a) My bed. I'm starting to get back pains from this crappy dorm mattress. 

b) Homemade meals. I like to refer to my mother as Mrs. Weasley, she can literally make food appear out of thin air. When I was little and we had no money whatsoever, we would live off of food storage. I had no idea because it still tasted delicious! Ohhh that woman. 

c) My dog Molly. Unfortunately apartments and dorms don't allow animals, I never see them. I miss the companionship of a dog. It's the only thing in this world that loves you more than itself. The other day I put on a shirt that I hadn't worn since being home during Christmas break. It has a thick white dog hair on it. I almost shed a tear. I miss that bundle of joy.

d) Melissa Willard. Although she didn't live in Cedar, I still saw her a lot more than I do now. We both suck at texting each other too. She's been my bestie since sixth grade! Now she's too cool for school being a nanny in NY. Goodness gracious girl. Come back into my life.

e) A laundry room. My dear old mother would occasionally do my laundry, but at times I would do it myself. I never really minded it until now. Having to do laundry is SUCH a hassle. Going in the basement and finding an empty machine is a miracle in and of itself. Then once that happens you have to pay for it, wait for the forty minute cycle to end, and then go through the same ordeal with the dryers. Pain in my fanny. 

f) Family wards. A college ward is weird. Way weird. Being in Relief Society just feels like Young Women's all over again because everyone is my age, and sacrament meeting consists of unprepared Freshman boys who go off about farting contests in their halls. Umm gross?? They're also super quiet, so when I try and eat my daily pop-tart everyone looks at me like I'm satan. 

That's all. I just got a letter. That's right, be jealous