things that peeve me

-when people don't clear the time on microwaves
-slow internet
-being broke
-being broke without a job
-out of tuneness
-having to drink hot or lukewarm water on a hot day
-jackets that don't keep you warm
-typos in comments you can't fix
-melting ice cream
-depression
-my brother(s)
-having to play special music and not having music. Then finding it on friday night. people say you did great anyways. but it's not true. they're just being nice.
-fricken alarms going off in the middle of the night.
-bratty kids
-invasion of privacy (being ordered to keep your door open.)
-how my roommate loves garlic. then the whole rooms stinks like the seasoning aisle. except that actually smells better.
-blonde bond
-people who are always happy.
-reading blurry captions
-my awful photography
-my excellent time management skills
-my negativeness.
sigh. i should write a happy list now.

christmas spirit

It's christmas eve and I'm not even feeling up to it. it hardly seems tomorrow is christmas. if it wasn't for the decorations and gift-wrapping, it would go by like any other day. i don't know why, but i am just not....happy. yet, tonight at worship, a little six-year-old boy brought a smile to my face and made me laugh. but not the casual smile or the lighthearted laughter, it's the one that comes from within. when something really touches you. my dad asked him "what is the best gift you can receive for christmas?"
then came his reply after little thought--"x-box 360!" He really meant it too. (the intended answer was-of course-Jesus)
he enthusiastically goes to the piano to show us his one-finger version of 'O Come all ye Faithful." suggesting afterwards that we sing along to his playing. how is it that he can be like that?
I wish i could be like that. I used to be. energetic, happy, innocent.
the innocence of youth...

~keity facts~

+i like mangos
+climbing trees was a favorite pastime in my childhood
+i used to be a bookworm
+sometimes i talk to myself
+my middle name is.....Ha! i'm not telling.
+my middle name is NOT: Ha! i'm not telling.
+im the youngest in my family. but i'm not the spoiled one.
+traveling the world is a goal of mine
+i like cool people.
+i love the ocean. wished i lived by it.
+i dislike stuck-up people
+i admire confident people
+treena yeo is my best friend
+i want to graffitti something
+used to have a dog named kaiser
+used to have another dog--mean as the devil. no joke. he was black too.
+i am NOT a man-hater like so many of my friends believe.
+in fact, i like guys.
+i have a cold.
+i wish i could sing good.
+kavdy is actually more talented and smarter than i am. rrrg. jealousy.
+i like to bake. doesnt mean i'm good at it!
+i dont know how much longer i'm going to make this list.
THE END

situations (finalized)

They made it. i never doubted once. :P

situations (cont.)

cursed weather!!!! having reached my brother, they closed the pass. and they won't open until sunday! now they're all stuck on the road with little food, sleeping bags, cars, and each other. if that isn't depressing, tell me what is. i am NOT happy right now. all these stupid mistakes!!!!! what if they freeze? what if they try to keep going and get stuck somewhere else? what if they get in a car accident? what if!

nicaragua

The summer of 2006--this year (soon to finish!)--was pretty crazy for me. i wont tell all that happened because i dont want to. but.....I finally got to go back to Nicaragua after eight years-after our final move here to the u.s.
it was right after graduation so it was kind of like a graduation gift. It was strange going back after so many years. I had come to the US when I was about eight years old then finally going back at sixteen. it didn't seem real. everything was happening, but it was as if i wasn't in it. I was there, present, but reality hadnt set in. not when we flew into managua. not when everyone around me spoke spanish and the air already felt hot and humid. not even when i heard abuelita and abuelito's voices calling to us outside the airport. i don't really know when it hit me. maybe it wasn't a sudden realization but a gradual shift. everything was familiar: the streets, the smells, the noises..... dad would point out buildings and name them. remembering what happened here and there....then we got to jinotepe and finally abuelito's house. it was just like i remembered it. running around the bend in the street and into the house. i could just picture the old lady who would go around with a basket on her head shouting out "tortillas!" around the neighborhood. we would make quesadillas and eat gallo pinto. drink pinolillo and semilla de jicaro. go to the market in managua, clutching tightly to my mom's hand and look at the stands and wares of the vendors. each person beckoning, hoping to sell something. sampling the cut fruits and buying fresh cheese. can cheese be fresh? i remember watching them make the different kinds....
i am glad i got to go back. although i wouldn't want to move back and live there for the rest of my life, i want to go back soon. i don't want eight more years to pass without seeing my grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins again. our past is something we should never forget, but it isn't something we should live in either.

situations

it seems that when my family finally gets together for the holidays, there is the extra mile we have to go. after his last final, my oldest brother flew into seattle. due to weather conditions, they cancelled all flights until sunday. that was yesterday.....
he stayed the night at a hotel. there is this other guy who lives here also, so his dad went to seattle to pick them up. we were going this morning too, but when we heard he had already left, we didnt have to go. but.....on the way back, the genius didn't fill the tank up in seattle. they're stuck somewhere on the road. Now we are doing what we should have done in the first place, driving up there-and getting my brother. obviously im not on the way, my dad and other brother are. of course we're taking extra gas.
you probably don't care, but i miss my brother and this is a heck of a lot to go through just to get him home.

to blog or not to blog?

blogging.......i always wondered if i would do it. and here i am, typing away on my powerbook. i think that maybe i decided to blog because myspace was too general. blogging seems more up close and personal. of course, it's an online journal. so here is my first entry. i will introduce myslef.
Hello all, my name is keity hodgson. you may call me keity. i like art, music, and friends. i dont drink caffeine and i'm a vegetarian, but i don't mind if you are a caffeine addict and can't live without steaks.
i am attempting to become a blogger. i don't know if i will forget about it for a whole year or delete it in the next month, but i will try to continue.