Unvalued Vivaciousness
I'm Katrina.
Some basic stuff about me: I'm from Texas, but my Dad is from El Salvador. Despite this I do not speak a lick of Spanish, though I can German fairly well. I also English well too, please note the lovely vocabulary that is my blog title. I attend a University and study Geology. Rocks are my passion, unlike fashion.
Warning: I do post ponies. Why? Because it's a good show. You should watch an episode, it's surprisingly good.
My blog is not typically saturated from them, but it's definitely one of the regular things I post.
There's a lot of Scenery, Geology, Animals, Pokemon and whatever I find humorous or interesting on this blog. Essentially, I re-blog anything I like, as this is my personal blog you see.
From ye olde golden days of summer. It was fun. Until we almost passed out from heat exhaustion.
Texas heat.. Ruinin’ shit.
Here’s a prime example. This kid thinks he’s a hipster. He’s doing it wrong.
Soo I’ve been sick for the last week or so, and basically the medication I’ve been taking just knocks me out within the first 30 or so minutes of taking it. I went off of it this weekend and witnessed some class A (summer vacation worthy) insomnia.
I mean, well, honestly I can’t complain about last night, true I was restless until 4 in the morning… but I wrote one of the best poetry analysises ever… There’s just something about writing last minute essays three hours before school starts that just spurs some serious motivation.
Needless to say, it was flawless, I think that was the first time I understood what the “theme” actually was.
And now of course I’m exhausted, but alas, I must tread on, it’s german movie night… and then I can already tell I’m going to have a hard time sleeping… AGAIN. Only this time I don’t have an essay to keep me occupied. 
In high school I was in desperate need for a summer job, so a pretended to be a dedicated skater and landed a job at Zumiez. I dazzled them all with my recently googled skater lingo.
It took months for the regulars to eventually realize I was a “poser” and the “worst kind of person.” I was eventually let go.
I was all like, “yo brah, thanks for the gig.” I’m sure my manager’s eye rolling was only an attempt to prevent the shedding of tears.
