About Kathryne

To be, or not to be. That is the question.
More specifically: to be Katie, or to be Kathryne instead.

I am Kathryne. I go by Katie, and if you call me Kathryne in person I will look at you like you called me "hey you, monkey," except more quizzically. I call myself Kathryne here because I think it encompasses the simultaneous classiness and quirkiness I hope to one day embody.

I am Kathryne Elizabeth. I know no one else like me, and that is a good thing, because I doubt I'd get along with myself.


What do I look like?
I have very white skin, very small hands, and very curly hair. That's about all you need to know.

What do I think about in my spare time?
Metaphysics and mathematical theories and Russian literature. I'm not entirely kidding. I'm quite a weirdo.
I think about the backstories of people around me, and sometimes Biblical heroes (who ever said the woman at the well was sinful?).
I also think about myself and why I do the things I do (I like to analyze) and how I can fix it.
I sometimes think about God, and then I wonder why I don't do it more often because it is the least stressful of anything.

What do I do in the other spare time?
I sing. I try to teach myself various instruments. I try to sew. I try to write poetry. I try to teach myself Russian. I fail many times in most things and try again until I find something new to try.

What do I like to read?
C.S. Lewis. Dostoyevsky. Ted Dekker. Oscar Wilde. Kevin Henkes. The Bible, but not so much as I ought.

What do I value?
In the physical world: my Bible, my hair, the color purple, my iMac, my camera.
In people: integrity, faith, transparency, artistic aptitude/imagination, ability to see beyond the immediate physical world.
In music: clever lyrics, absence of autotune, pennywhistles.

What makes me OCD?
Toothpaste that isn't squeezed from the end. Mechanical pencils sitting unused with the lead sticking out. General discontinuity/disorder. A cluttered computer desktop. Your/you're. Double periods. "Irregardless." Misplaced/crooked table settings.

What makes me happy?
I'm not too picky. Obviously. haha.
However, in particular, there is:
  1. applesauce, cream cheese, peanut butter, cheesecake. 
  2. good music, skies with interesting clouds/colors, a nice photograph, someone with pretty hair, a skirt that spins and floats. 
  3. when I am able to create/recreate any of the aforementioned.
  4. words. 
Words make me happy. I love receiving them. Better than any gifts in the world, I love words. I am learning to love giving them. Sometimes I hoard them (the avarice that grips us all, yes?)... but it is certainly a working progress. Yes, I said "working progress" instead of "work in progress." That's on purpose.


Even though I like to talk about myself, it's getting late and I am running out of important things to say. Therefore I shall sign off with one of my favorite passages in all literature:
Music was not articulate. It was not a new world, but rather another chaos, that it created in us. Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One could not escape from them. And yet what a subtle magic there was in them! They seemed to be able to give a plastic form to formless things, and to have a music of their own as sweet as that of viol or of lute. Mere words! Was there anything so real as words?
-Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray