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| Tuesday, January 10th, 2006 | | 4:14 pm |
I love Sean
Winter break was completely fabulous (except for you people who are on a different schedule and I hardly got to see you at all). But in terms of Sean, my break was fabulous. We spent practically every day together except while Annette was visiting. And we went to San Diego which was soooo cute. We went to Sea World and the Wild Animal Park and we were very silly and 5 years old. I think it was really good for us to just be away together for three days. Every day I'm amazed by how well he treats me and how much we get along. As much as I am in love with him, he's also a wonderful friend. I love Sean. | | Saturday, November 12th, 2005 | | 10:50 pm |
assholes exist
Sometimes I think I'm too hard on people. Sometimes I think I overreact. And sometimes, I don't. This is one of those times. I had it confirmed by Annette, who is very level-headed, and yes, we agree, this is the stupidest thing we've ever heard. Let me set the stage. I am coming home for Thanksgiving, I will be home for one week. My parents are psyched and they are having all the regular family over to see me. It's a very big deal. My mother will be cooking for 3 days. She's making a whole turkey and a whole ham, anyway, it's a BFD. But it's not going to last that long, ya know? It'll probably be a 4-5 hour event. So my parents invited Sean to come. They want to meet him, things are getting serious so they want to integrate him into the family by having him come to a nice family function. And most of you know my parents and know that they take this stuff semi-seriously and that respecting my house is a big issue. So here's what Sean asked me last night: "Is it okay if at some point in the night I say that I forgot something at my place and then Kristen will come with me to get it and we can go smoke up?" I see a number of problems with this. First, what is it that you're getting from your place, and where will it be when you get back to my house? Second, what are my parents going to think about my boyfriend and my best friend leaving my house together and leaving me behind with all the stuffy adults? Third, how are you going to explain the smell of marijuana when you return? To this Sean responded that he and Kristen weren't planning to leave me there alone. Well, points 1 and 3 still stand. But this is possibly an even worse suggestion than the first version in which i was ditched. My parents paid for a plane ticket for me to come home for THIS FAMILY DINNER. I'm sure they'd be fine if i left in the middle of it to go watch my friends smoke up. Perfect. I don't know what they'll do, but I think I hate them both. | | Saturday, November 5th, 2005 | | 12:22 am |
| | Friday, November 4th, 2005 | | 11:59 pm |
GAH!
What do you do when faced with the sudden realization that in each of your 3 classes your prof expects a 10 page paper due, and they're all do the same day and you have a week to write them??? I'll tell you what you do: 1. Cry yourself to sleep the day that realization hits you 2. Get on that shit. I am so goddamned fucking responsible it's unbelievable. I finished my english paper today despite the fact that it's not due til Monday, leaving me the whole weekend to write my paper for phil 34. And since I have the same prof for phil 13 and phil 34 he took pity on me (and my friend Krista who's in the same two classes with him) and he extended the deadline for the whole class to THE FOLLOWING MONDAY BIOOOOTCH!!!! So I'll have an entire WEEK to write that paper. Oh God it feels so good to be a fucking overachiever!!!! Honestly, is there any better feeling than rereading the paper you churned out in a matter of mere hours and realizing that it's actually good? I don't think so. Oh, well okay, I guess there are a few things, like, anytime you ever spend at the coffee bean, or at the Sig Nu early 80s party, or with Sean, or eating chocolate, or watching law and order, or painting, or not having to write the paper in the first place, or...okay so i was wrong. but it's still a good feeling. and with that, i'm going to bed and i'm going to tell myself that this isn't really mono and just because my glands are swollen and it hurt when they poked my spleen doesnt mean anything, what do they know anyway... okay this has turned into the long-winded ramblings of the insane i'm going to stop now with every intention of sleeping til the wee hours of the afternoon. | | Tuesday, October 25th, 2005 | | 4:00 pm |
My pirate name is:
Captain Anne Kidd
Even though there's no legal rank on a pirate ship, everyone recognizes you're the one in charge. Even though you're not always the traditional swaggering gallant, your steadiness and planning make you a fine, reliable pirate. Arr!
Get your own pirate name from fidius.org. | | Tuesday, October 18th, 2005 | | 3:56 pm |
oh my god. i have news that you'll never believe. it turns out that my dad is a huge buttface. incredible, no? | | Sunday, October 16th, 2005 | | 5:24 pm |
Beware! This is a mushy update! Enter at your own risk!
Sean's the most amazing person I've ever been with, and I don't mean that in any way I've ever said it. He truly amazes me. I'm stunned speechless sometimes. He's so smart and he doesn't even know it. And he's so wonderfully sexy and silly. He has all these aspirations that just inspire the hell out of me and make me want to cheer him on. And he's so kind. The kindest man I've ever been with. Maybe that's the difference. He's a man. He knows what he wants and he's going for it. He has his life together. He's not a boy anymore. Oh sure, he gets silly, likes video games, and can spend hours in a Toys R Us. But he's a man. And I love him. I love him in a way I didn't know existed. My life is great besides Sean, I mean, I have friends, I love my school, etc. But meeting him was like finding out that I'd had a hole in my life the whole time that I didn't even know about. We fit so well. And when we talk about the future we both see the same basic things. We even talked about how we'd raise our kids. I don't know what the future will hold. But I know that right now, I am so in love. I've talked to him every day since I got back to school and I've never been bored. He's so much more than someone I'm dating. He's become a really incredible friend. I love him so much that if I were watching someone who was as in love as I am, I'd puke all over their pretty smile. No joke, it's sickening. And I try to be good and not burden everyone with a lot of gushing, but I just had to gush for a minute. I love him. And yes, you can go throw up now. Current Mood:  loved | | Tuesday, August 30th, 2005 | | 11:07 am |
Buttercup
Inconceivable! You scored 85! | | A respectable score. This movie is probably nestled in your dvd collection, and its not gathering dust either. You are a big fan, if not yet utterly devoted. A few of the questions may have stumped you, but instead of being annoyed, this just makes you want to watch it again to find out the answers. Well done! |  | My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender: | You scored higher than 82% on pbpoints |
| | | Sunday, August 28th, 2005 | | 12:35 pm |
| | 12:12 pm |
I've just woken up. Woke up about 5 minutes after noon to be exact and already my dad has done what I consider to be one of the top 3 things he does to make me hate him. All my life he's done this. He quizzes me. He pushes me to perform on this little tests he devises about philosophical reasoning. From as early as I can remember he's had me take every logic test he's ever written. This is because, in his mind, a smart logical person should be able to figure out what's going on without learning any of the material, including terminology like Modus Tollens, which I'm sorry, does not seem to have an obvious meaning that I can discern by looking at it. Today I woke up, hungover as shit from Sam's party. I went into the kitchen expecting to see my mother reading the paper. Instead I found my father listening to Bonnie Rait. I said a civil "good morning" and received in return, "Hey Katie, symbolize this sentence: If we don't do something then we'll have nothing." I started trying to work through it out loud, not really wanting to have to write it down. "You're on the right track, just think a little harder about 'something'." In the end, he just told me how to symbolize it and walked away disappointed. The truth is, I actually disagree with him about the way he symbolized "something," his symbolization really meant "anything" but there's no way in hell i'm telling him that. let him be disappointed. i'm hungover and no longer wish to perform for his amusement. | | Wednesday, August 3rd, 2005 | | 6:49 pm |
Things with my dad are getting worse by the minute. Today he did two things he's never done before. Kristen came and picked me up from work so I wouldn't be stuck there after closing. This was necessary because my dad said he would not pick me up and my mom couldn't get me til after she was done with work. But there comes a point when your friends have to live their own lives and you get dropped off at home and things are even worse than when you left. Right now I have locked myself in my bathroom with a chair against the door and my only hope is that he doesn't break it down before my mom gets home. I know when she does he'll immediately calm down and blame the whole situation on me. Maybe she'll fall for it, maybe she won't. Or maybe this time he won't calm down and she'll finally get me out of the house. He took my keys so I can't leave the house, which basically means that leaving the bathroom would amount to suicide. He's more drunk and more angry than I've ever seen him and the weird thing is, I'm not even that upset. Usually I'd be huddled in a little ball sobbing, but not this time. This time it's too much. It's unreal. I don't even really hear what he's yelling anymore. I've just gone so far inside my head it's like this isn't happening. God I wish this weren't happening. | | Monday, August 1st, 2005 | | 4:21 am |
lj's evil
so liz posted this and now i think it's too fantastic not to do and i hope everyone responds because i think it will be fun but i'm sure i'll give up once i realize how hard it is. so everyone respond and pray you're in the first 5. or not if you dont really want to know these things. 1. Reply with your name and I'll respond with something random about you. 2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you. 3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in. 4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me. 5. I'll tell you my first memory of you. 6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of. 7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you. 8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal. You MUST. It is written. | | Monday, July 11th, 2005 | | 1:36 pm |
I have to leave in 5 minutes for a job interview. My dad has the car. He promised me he'd be back in plenty of time. I'm going to be late for this interview. I really really want this job. I'm going to look like a flake when I've been ready to leave for 20 minutes. I hate my dad so much it is beyond words. Fuck this. I'm staying in Hanover next spring, there is no way I'm ever living in this house for more than 2 weeks again. | | Thursday, June 30th, 2005 | | 1:39 pm |
idiocy part 397
So my father's playing around with songs on his computer. He asks me, "if the only copy of this file is in this folder and I delete it, will there still be a copy on my harddrive?" No jackass, not if the ONLY copy is in that folder. You see kids, even without any knowledge of computers whatsover, you could discern, simply from english semantics, that there would not be another copy on the harddrive. In his question, the semantic function of the modifier, "only" is to describe the reality that without that copy of the file, there is no copy of that file. Now, it's entirely possible that there are two copies of that file, one in the aforementioned folder, and one on the harddrive. However, if that is the case, then the copy in the folder is not the ONLY copy and I cannot be expected to draw the correct conclusion about its existence in the harddrive from the incorrect information regarding the uniqueness of the copy in the folder. For the love of sweet jesus christ could people please just think for a second about the dumbass things they say before they say them?!?!?!?!?! | | Monday, June 20th, 2005 | | 12:31 am |
So apparently my English prof from last term was even more badass than I initially realized. I knew he was cool, he'd gone to UCLA, grew up in Santa Monica, we chatted a lot. But now I've seen his band's website...the band was from 1987. George was of course the hottie in the band. And apparently he was once described by some critic or someone as "one of the best bassists in LA" which is impressive cuz bands like the chili peppers and jane's addiction have LA bassists. so props to george. but good god hair was not attractive in the 80s. I now look at George and see a spot that's almost maybe kinda balding and i look at the pics of the band and i see...well...80s hair. He named his band Divine Weeks cuz of Divine Weeks and Works of Guillaume de Saluste, so even while he was a rocker, he was just a sissy bitch studying medieval lit. Apparently he also had another band briefly called Ice Nine, which jazzed me completely because as everyone knows Cat's Cradle is my favorite book of all time. Look at these links guys, esp if you're one of the people from english 22. George rocks my world. These are all the pics on the site. In the first pic, (for those who dont know) George is the 2nd from the left...with the black t-shirt and shades. But if you go through them all, you'll see the downward spiral of 80s hair. http://www.divineweeks.com/dw_pictures.html | | Sunday, June 5th, 2005 | | 10:51 am |
finals cont.
So Grant had a final at 7:30 this morning. All 80 members of the two sections of Econ 1 (literally the most failed class at Dartmouth) were waiting outside the test room with their profs. The door was locked. They could not start the exam. The profs called maintenence to open the door. They said they'd have someone there before 8:00. At 8:05 the prof declares, "Well, it seems we have a choice. I could either make you all wait here indefinitely, or I could give you all As for the final and send you home...Get out of here before someone comes to open this door." So Econ 1 has now become the least failed class at Dartmouth for the term, and Grant has had shit to do all morning. So Matt asks him, "Grant, why aren't you drunk?!?!" and Grant's reply is: "A) I have a paper to write, and B) The euphoria of not having to take my econ final but still getting an A equals if not exceeds the feeling of being drunk." Good for you Grant (though I have not doubt we'll see you playing social at 6 with the rest of the alcoholics) As for me, I have a spanish final in 30 minutes. | | 1:26 am |
In the immortal words of "The Lion King," "our trio's down to two." At least, that's my prediction for the end of the summer. We'll never survive this one. And sadly it's not because one of us ditched the other two for love, as happened in the Lion King, and also the situations are dissimilar because Simba never really ditched anyone, and it's not one person ditching the other two it's the two ditching the one, so really I probably shouldn't have quoted the Lion King afterall. No, correction, this time it's a classic case of "girls in a triple" syndrome. Greater love between the two than either have for the third. Feelin' really low right now. It's weird to be able to see so clearly that something is going to totally change your life and have it be totally out of your control. Yeah, feelin' really low right now. Gonna have my first big cry in about 6 months I think. | | Saturday, June 4th, 2005 | | 3:52 pm |
finals
some pretty interesting things come out of people when they've lost it by studying for days without a moment's break. Here are a few of my faves: Matt talking about his anti-communist prof: "I'm going to capitalize on my capitalization of capitalism in this paper." The resurgence of the game Cornhole, so named because of Grant's shouting "Get your balls out of my COOOORRRRNNNHOOOOOOOLLLE" 130 empy bottles of grapejuice (adding up to 34,000 calories) that Nick drank being lined up in the hallway, stacked into a pyramid, and being used in a slightly modified version of Cornhole involving putting the bottles into a trashbag so that they might be recycled Frankenbox (because controlled storage charges $10 per item and size doesn't matter so the boys of the gay bar taped 5 boxes together and had to surf it down the stairs on their futon matress) small asian men listening to avril lavigne. wish me luck kids. i still have 2 days and 600 pages of reading. The funny thing is, I'm not afraid, and that scares me. | | Thursday, May 26th, 2005 | | 11:50 am |
last night
My roommate Norah and I went to Zete. We played dice with three of the brothers there, Grimace, Mr. Will Osborn, and Nox. Weeeell, Grimace found a random melodica behind the bar. For those who don't know a melodica is kinda like a cross between a piano and a harmonica. You blow into one end and hit keys like on a piano. No one knew who this belonged to. They also aren't made anymore so any melodica you get is worth at least a couple hundred bucks. What it was doing unclaimed behind the bar is beyond me. But Grimace decided he could play it. He fumbled a few times playing unrecognizable strings of notes and then yells "Shit! That was almost 'This Land is Your Land!!!'" He eventually did play "This Land is Your Land" as well as "Mary Had a Little Lamb," and a fucked up version of "Chopsticks." The best that Mr. Will Osborn could do was to say to Grimace, "If you blow, I can probably play Happy Birthday." So Grimace blew, and yes Will did play Happy Birthday, though not well. This was one of the funnier things I've seen in my life. Oh boys. What will you do next?! | | Saturday, February 19th, 2005 | | 7:20 pm |
oh man, nothing like watching pete sing "fuck her gently." nothing at all like it. nothing at all. |
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