| I'm a Fucking Goody Two Shoes.... Godamn! |
[Oct. 28th, 2005|11:41 pm] |
Your Deadly Sins
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Lust: 40%
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Sloth: 40%
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Wrath: 40%
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Envy: 20%
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Greed: 20%
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Pride: 20%
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Gluttony: 0%
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Chance You'll Go to Hell: 26%
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You'll die from overexertion. *wink* |
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| Quiz Results, Everyone Does It, w00t for peer pressure!! |
[Oct. 14th, 2005|10:41 pm] |
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you think "it's just a quiz, it won't CONSUME MY LIFE"
yeah, well it starts with one quiz, but pretty soon it's ten, before you know it you're doing at least five quizzes a day and picking one or two so the world won't know about your problem. i'm in the early phase. today i did a personality test (for the purpose of filling out info on an account thingy), a fake quiz about the abstinence only sex ed program for bush, and the one i'm showing. admitting it's the first step, right? if we get it in the early phases, we can beat this thing, right?? i'm not beyond saving? how long have i got, doc? ahhh!! *runs around screaming with printed out sheets of quiz results* this one says i'm emo, but that one says i'm fun-loving, here it says i should dye my hair blue, but that one says my element is fire, so should i dye my hair the color of water????!!!!!
see? quizzes are dangerous, proceed with caution. much caution.
funny thing: this isn't even a quiz, it's a type in your name thing....
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| Heehee!! Check it, gotta love hypocricy!! |
[Oct. 12th, 2005|05:29 pm] |
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I found this article on a random site during my boredom. Check it.
Two Boys Kissing Is a Beautiful Thing
By Anonymous
What is it about two guys kissing that stirs such fierce reactions from people? On the one end, you have people who would rather watch this sort of thing than just about anything else, on the other you have the “Eww, gross, that’s awful!” crowd. It isn’t the same as two women kissing because, frankly, we’re so used to hearing that particular fantasy uttered by men that it’s rather cliché. It’s something we just accept. Yet if a woman mentions in public that she’s into watching guys in the same manner, she’s suddenly a freak of nature. Why is this?
All the slash writers out there hide in their rooms, scribbling or typing out these little fantasies by the thousands. Thousands more readers read them every single day on the internet. These are not stories written by gay men. These are stories written by straight women. Your neighbor, your sister, your daughter, your Aunt Pearl, your MOM for chrissakes. And yet we pretend we don’t do this sort of thing. Why? Because the word “pervert” will flash in people’s minds.
It isn’t unnatural. It isn’t perverted. We are not freaks of nature. We’re perfectly healthy people. We’re probably more mentally stable than the prudes who have not so much as seen a vibrator in their entire lives and shun us before going to say their 50 Hail Marys for simply talking to us.
Perhaps it’s that girls are raised to think sex in all its varied forms is dirty and not something we’re supposed to talk about. Perhaps it’s because most women are extremely uncomfortable looking at the nude male form. Instead of catapulting ourselves into equality on the heels of the feminist movement, we insist on keeping ourselves down by clinging to such outdated and puritanical thinking. It’s ridiculous. Sex is a natural, healthy, wonderful thing between consenting adults, and anyone who thinks otherwise really needs to step out of the Stone Age and into the twenty-first century.
I think the world would be a much better place if all the writers and readers of slash decided to announce to the world that we’re out there in massive numbers. Let’s all make ourselves “I Love Slash” T-shirts and just wear them one day. Make a National Slash Day. I want to walk into Borders and see five gay fiction novels on the best seller rack. When someone asks me what I did last night, I want to be able to say “I read this angsty love story about two guys falling in love in the middle of a war” and have the person I’m talking to react as if I’d said I was reading any other angsty love story. I want to see “Queer As Folk” just totally sweep the Emmys.
I’m not asking for the moon here. All I’m asking is to be able to enjoy my particular little hobby without having to hide myself away in a dark room with the door locked. M’kay?
Now check out the name of the author. |
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| Heehee!!! |
[Oct. 11th, 2005|05:14 pm] |
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Disgruntled Asian Tattoo Artist Inks His Revenge
Symbols on the back of a Pitt Student inked by Sakai (inset) were originally meant to say, "princess." They really say, "prostitute."
Reprinted from Sept. 2002 -- Pitt junior Brandon Smith wanted a tattoo that proclaimed his manliness, so he decided to get the Chinese characters for “strength” and “honor” on his chest. After 20 minutes under the needle of local tattoo artist Andy Sakai, he emerged with the symbol for “small penis” embedded in his flesh.
“I had it for months before I knew what it really meant,” Smith said.
“Then I went jogging through the Carnegie Mellon campus and a group of Asian kids started laughing and calling me ‘Shorty.’ That’s when I knew something was up.”
Sakai, an award-winning tattoo artist, was tired of seeing sacred Japanese words, symbols of his heritage, inked on random white people. So he used their blissful ignorance to make an everlasting statement. Any time acustomer came to Sakai’s home studio wanting Japanese tattooed on them, he modified it into a profane word or phrase.
“All these preppy sorority girls and suburban rich boys think they’re so cool ‘cause they have a tattoo with Japanese characters. But it doesn’t mean shit to them!” Sakai said. “The dumbasses don’t even realize that I’ve written ‘slut’ or ‘pervert’ on their skin!”
In the last month, seven people unknowingly received explicit tattoos from the disgruntled artist. Kerri Baker, a Carlow College freshman, paid $50 to have the symbols for “beautiful goddess” etched above her belly button, but when she went into Szechuan Express Asian Noodle Shop sporting a bare midriff, the giggling employees explained to her that the tattoo really said, “Insert General Tso’s Chicken Here!”
“I don’t even like General Tso’s!” Baker sobbed. “I’m a vegetarian!”
Sakai doesn’t feel guilty about using hapless college students as canvases for his graffiti.
“I think I’m helping my fellow man by labeling all the stupid people in the world,” he explained. “It’s not a crime, it’s a public service. |
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| Quiz Results!! Just one this time, I promise!! |
[Oct. 11th, 2005|03:48 pm] |
 | You scored as River Tam. The Fugitive. You are clever and dangerous, which is a nasty combination. The fact you are crazy too just adds to your charm. They did bad things to you, but you know their secrets. They will regret how they made you.
River Tam | | 94% | Simon Tam | | 81% | Inara Serra | | 81% | Kaylee Frye | | 75% | The Operative | | 75% | Capt. Mal Reynolds | | 63% | Hoban 'Wash' Washburne | | 56% | Zoe Alleyne Washburne | | 50% | Shepherd Derrial Book | | 38% | Jayne Cobb | | 6% | </td>
Which Serenity character are you?
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| heehee, i feel better!! |
[Aug. 29th, 2005|07:10 pm] |
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btw, i'm feeling a lot better than i was in my last entry there before the hotness de scott thing. which he is, you know it. don't deny it, you'll just make yourself a liar. he has awesome powers of cheering-kate-up-ness. god i love him. you love him too, admit it. some of you don't even know him, but he's so love-able. anyway, i gotta get back to work on a story i wrote and am now editting. bye!!! |
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[Aug. 29th, 2005|07:01 pm] |
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presa de noche: do you speak computer advertising?
Eloquent Elegy: sure
presa de noche: what should i look for?
presa de noche: i want a laptop.
Eloquent Elegy: um... I dunno
Eloquent Elegy: what's your price range?
Eloquent Elegy: go to best buy first and look around
presa de noche: i don't know what the words explaining the laptops mean.
presa de noche: i just want something simple that can listen to cds, go online for research/downloading music, and upon which i can type things for school.
presa de noche: my whole family is addicted to a comp game, so i never get the comp (they're not home right now, and michael is nice)
Eloquent Elegy: ah I see
presa de noche: but i need one or i might end up failing classes....
Eloquent Elegy: well I'm bad at comp language
Eloquent Elegy: ask michael
presa de noche: cuz mommy didn't give me the comp til like, ten last night, and i can't do that in the school year.
Eloquent Elegy: he probably knows
presa de noche: k...
presa de noche: ty.
presa de noche: can you recommend a brand though?
presa de noche: that would really narrow my search...
presa de noche: i know i don't want apple, way too expensive and i hate the system anyway.
Eloquent Elegy: go with an ibm or compaq
Eloquent Elegy: mine iis a compaq
Eloquent Elegy: it's rather nice
Eloquent Elegy: if you want something cheaper, maybe a dell
presa de noche: k, thanks.
presa de noche: now to go to best buy and flirt with the compugeeks who run the notebook section!!!
Eloquent Elegy: lol
Eloquent Elegy: flirting is geeks is entertaining
presa de noche: except not really.
Eloquent Elegy: kinda
presa de noche: yes entertaining, but i won't actually.
Eloquent Elegy: ah
Eloquent Elegy: it's only entertaining if they're cute geeks
Eloquent Elegy: because those do exist
presa de noche: yes, they do.
presa de noche: you're proof.
Eloquent Elegy: awe..
presa de noche: scott is DEFINITELY proof.
presa de noche: scott is proof and a half.
presa de noche: times pi.
Eloquent Elegy: lol
Eloquent Elegy: squared?
presa de noche: yes. |
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| i don't wanna title my entry today |
[Aug. 6th, 2005|09:36 am] |
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so, how is everybody? i don't really have much of a mood today. i'm like, blank girl. i was fine when i was talking to stephanie a little earlier. but now i'm just kinda lost. like, i can't feel unless i'm talking to someone. i've been afraid of this feeling (or lack thereof) for some time now and now it's happening. it's hard to explain, but as my closer friends know, i've had a shittier life than would be expected given my personality and such. my way of coping with bad times has generally been to cry about it once then shut down. i stop feeling. i'm sure as a small child, i had emotions that actually functioned, but that was soon changed by circumstances known to a few people out there in the void. i was like a robot until around my junior year. i mean, sure i felt a few things, i could be giddy and depressed, but i'd never known happiness. not since being a kid. then i met Scott. it wasn't remotely love at first sight. but as i started liking him and as he started hinting that he liked me, i started to feel something i hadn't felt in a long time: emotions. now i can be happy, sad, giddy, angry, depressed, ecstatic, understanding, look through the little mood thing, all of those. i don't know if it's love. i've been told that it isn't, and i've been told that it is. all i know is that this is the strongest feeling i have ever known for anyone in my entire life. so for now, it's love. unfortunately, that love is about forty-five miles away and well, we all know the story. and this may sound somewhat codependent, but scott is my anchor to the world. i like the world, with all it's crazy screwed-up-ness, i like it. i don't want to go back to the way i was. i can't do that. it's no way to live. i guess that's what i get for letting my guard down, right? for thinking that maybe, for once in my life, things can work out and i can just be me. but no. now i'm sitting here, getting all depressed-er because i can't see an end to this. but between depressed and nothing, i'll take depressed. i guess for now i'll just pray that scott ends up moving back to his mom's house, cuz i refuse to go back to robot-dom. i can't do it. i won't do it. wow, i sound like imprending doom, the apocalypse is coming girl. i'll just go make a cardboard sign and stand on the corner of a busy street now. |
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| Quizes, Bitches!!! heh heh, both end in es, gofigure, i mean what with the pluralization and all... |
[Jul. 30th, 2005|11:48 pm] |
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btw, that title is the exact number of characters you can have in a title, and i did it on accident, how cool is that??? no really, how cool?
you r salior mini moon
what sailor moon charater r u?
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You dont sleep. It's not because you love life too
much to lay your head down, it's because you
can't or just dont want to. Sleep? Who cares,
right? In fact, who really cares about
anything? You dont. Maybe you're mad at
someone for something they did, but its
probably more than just one person who has
pissed you off. People have probably told you
to get over your issues lots of times, but
thats just because most of them dont understand
how deep some scars can go.
How do you Sleep? (Anime Pics)
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You are Deb and you could drink whole milk if you
wanted.
Which Napoleon Dynamite character are you?
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7 Types of Intelligence - Which is yours?
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You are an
assassin.
That means you are a proffessional and do your
job without mixing any emotions in it. In your
life you have probably been hurt many times and
have gotten some mental scars. This results in
you being distant from people. Though many
think that you are evil, you are not. What you
really are is a person, trying to forget your
pain and past. You are the person who never
seems to care and that is why being an assassin
fits you good. Atleast, that's what people
think. Even if you don't care that much for
your victims, you still have the ability to
care and to generally feel. It is not lost,
just a little forgotten. In crowds you tend to
not get to noticed, and dress in black or other
discrete colours. You don't being in the
spotlight and wish people would just leave you
alone. But once you do get close to someone you
have a hard time letting go and get real down
if you loose him/her.
Main weapon: Sniper
Quote: "The walls we build around
us to keep out the sadness also keep out the
joy" -Jim Rohn
Facial expression: Narrowed eyes
What Type of Killer Are You? [cool pictures]
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Midnight is the time of day (or night, more or
less) that best represents you. You have
little patience for idiots and probably would
like nothing more than for people to just leave
you alone sometimes. People often see you as
being a very dark and cold person, and you
probably have some inner anger or resentment
towards those who have hurt you in the past.
You are almost always open to unusual ideas and
you like expressing yourself through writing
and/or drawing.
What Time of Day Best Represents your Personality? (anime pics!)
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Your label is the Nice girl/guy. You tend to care
for others over yourself. However, many people
appreciate your caring side and would rather
stick by you than hurt you. But, there is a
downside. Some tend to abuse your kindness and
take advantage of you. You always try to see
the good in everyone and try not to hate.
Also, you have sharp insight and a great
personality. Calm, serene, and understanding,
you make a worthy friend and a valuble ally to
people in need. Don't change your sweet
nature, your constant being-there can save a
life. I suggest your go into a field that
centers around working with others such as a
doctor, baby-sitter, psychologist, lifeguard,
or Teacher. If none of these occupations
interest you, it is okay then. I am sure that
there are plenty of oppertunities out there for
you.
What type of teenager are you?
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Your wise quote is: "Be kind to unkind people,
they probably need it the most" by
Ashleigh Brilliant.
You try to look beyond apperance, try to give
people second chances and are probably very
kind. Understanding is your biggest personality
trait, and thoose you can see through should be
grateful. If they aren't already. You detest
narrow minded people, because they can't see
what's really there. Facades is not your thing
and you strive to always be who you really are.
What wise quote fits you?(pics) UPDATED
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You'd fall for the classic Romantic Guy. Roses,
chocolates, and poetry are the keys to your
heart. You love to feel loved and you want a
guy who will see you and only you for the
beauty in your soul (And he'll tell you, too!)
It's a pity there are so few REAL romantics out
there, but dont worry, Im sure you'll find one!
What Kind of Guy Would You Go For?? (Nice D.N. Angel Pics!)
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This one's kinda lame
The Goddess of Fire and Happiness. You are a ball
of energy. Always compassionate and full of
life, you can make anyone feel happy and you
are exceptionally uplifting. You are an
individual beauty.
Which gorgeous goddess are you? For girls! (breath taking pics!)
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I got your angry inch right here buddy!!!
You're Transgender Barbie! You're well, there's no
way to describe you. Pick a sex and stay with
it!
If You Were A Barbie, Which Messed Up Version Would You Be?
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You have PLAYFUL love, and it suits you well. You
are light-hearted and easy-going, and are
willing to compromise when there is a
disagreement (which isnt often). Maybe some
people think you dont take love seriously
enough, but you have a good time and a good
heart, and thats what is important.
What Type of Love Best Represents You?? (WONDERFUL anime pics!)
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K, i tweaked the answers to get this one, but the picture's so seeehhhkksiee
You are the depressed/dreamer anime girl.You either
lost somebody you love or somebody broke you
heart so bad that you can't pick up the
shattered pieces without hurting yourself.You
think nobody can heal your wounds but don't
stop looking because you never know who loves
you enough to try hell the one special guy
could be right infront of your eyes and you
don't even know it.You also love to day dream
because it seems like the only place that makes
you happy.But little do you know that people
all around you are trying to make you happy and
you won't let them in fearing you'll get
another heartbreak or get hurt worse.But just
try and if things go wrong just brush it off
and try again.It never hurts to try.One more
thing never let that lost love one leave you
heart keep them in forever and keep their
memory alive.
If You Were An Anime Character What Would You Look Like?(Girls Only)
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and now for the piece de resistance (however the fuck you spell that):
innocent kiss - you're cute and sweet and like it
that way
What Sign of Affection Are You?
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heehee, it's so cute!!!! |
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[Jul. 17th, 2005|08:08 am] |
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| Heehee, teh awesome quote of awesomeness that I love |
[Jul. 16th, 2005|09:56 pm] |
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"We're champions, it doesn't matter what we've done or haven't done, what we're doing, or even if we're making a difference. We live as if the world were as it should be to show the world what it can be."
Angel, Season 4 Premiere
Is that not beautiful? We live as if the world were as it should be to show the world what it can be. I love it. At the same time, that can be taken badly by psychopaths like Hitler. The world should be efficient and pure, so I'll just go kill the bad stuff. Heh heh, no. But in the case of heroes like Angel, it works nicely, so me gusta.
much love and peace (you hippie scum!!),
katee
ps, i emailed scott today, very long email, no response yet, hope it went through. god i miss him |
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| Boys Were Icky |
[Jun. 20th, 2005|07:21 pm] |
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Michael: You used to be like that, you thought boys were soooo icky.
Kate: Nuh uh, I just said that to be like other people, I'm better now.
Michael: Yeah, you used to think boys were icky, but now you like them. You just can't stay away from Scott's...lips...uh huh, lips.
Kate: Damn right lips, mofucka.
Jasmine: Heehee, I'm too innocent to understand the innuendos inherent in this conversation.
Kate: We know honey, we know.
yeah, other than that, I'm in a bad mood kinda, i miss scott's...lips. no really though, i miss him. *cries* literally. i had this awesome dream last night that his dad and i were just hangin out in a kitchen somewhere, talking, no problems, he didn't resent me, we were fine, he was approving of me and all that jazz. then i woke up, remembered that scott is forty five miles away and i have no idea when i'll see him again or when his dad will open up and realize that i am a good person. so i'm depressed. but they only let you put one thing in the mood thingy, so i chose flirty cuz of the first part of the post. |
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| final for melchor... |
[Jun. 13th, 2005|04:32 pm] |
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Kathlynn Gonzales
Mr Melchor
English 11 H p3
6/14/05
(ignore most of the
stuff in parentheses
when grading this essay)
What I Learned In Mr Melchor's Class
(and why I'll never think the same way again)
I thought you'd like the title. I'm really just going to talk about Othering and Individuation and the middle ground belief that I have. I've learned way too much in this class to put it into one little paper.
Many people have one of two views on life. Either it sucks, or it's awesome. We call these outlooks pessimism and optimism respectfully. In the philosophical world, there are two theories that can have parallels drawn to them from optimism and pessimism. Pessimism is the Lacanian theory of Othering and Optimism is the Jungian theory of Individuation. There is truth in each of these theories, but I prefer a middle ground, one I'd like to call the Kate-ian theory of Optipestism. (credit to Jenna for coming up with the word as far as I've heard)
Individuation: Carl Jung, Freud's apprentice (sort of), came up with this awesome theory. Individuation is the theory that people figure out who they are based on the attributes that they have. Everyone is who they are because of who they are. I sing well, therefore I am a singer.
Othering: Lacan has this other theory (hee hee, other theory, i kill myself). Basically, the theory of Othering states that people realize who they are by looking at other people to see what they're not. Everyone is who they are because they aren't everyone else. She sings well, I don't, so I must not be a singer.
The thing about each of these theories is that they seem somewhat incomplete. Othering requires that people have an unbalanced sense of self and are always changing because the world is changing, so their touchstone is changing. Individuation is a great idea and all, but I don't think it's wholly what goes on in the human psyche. Generally, people's opinions of their skills are based on other people's responses to them. I know I am a good singer, not just because I choose to think so, but also because other people have told me so. I think there are standards set by society about certain everything. And those standards aren't always bad things. Without standards, people would go around thinking that they're the best and then the pain would be horrible when they found out that they sucked. Which brings me to my point.
If I knew from the start that I sucked at singing, I would have to make a choice, either sing or don't sing. Choosing not to sing would be a decision to accept society's opinion of me. Choosing to sing would be accepting that society thinks I suck, but moving past that and singing because I don't care what society thinks of me. That's the basic theory of Optipestism. I know who I am because of other people, but that just affirms who I am because of myself. |
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| Heehee, Laura issue stuff, if Anna is Interested, cuz Anna's like, the only one who checks this. |
[Jun. 13th, 2005|03:44 pm] |
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| | frustrated | ] |
frogitachickita: does your mom still have that same gf?
presa de noche: she has an adorable play for little kids and we convinced her to direct adults and tour the school district with it. we'd probably make a bit of money too.
presa de noche: nope.
presa de noche: they broke up cuz she had to move back to texas cuz she was po.
frogitachickita: hey thats pretty cool
frogitachickita: the play part
frogitachickita: not the break up
frogitachickita: lol
presa de noche: she moved back, but i guess they had just kinda been distanced too long or whatever.
presa de noche: yeah, i figured.
frogitachickita: oh well that sux for your mom
frogitachickita: how did she deal with that
presa de noche: she seemed ok with it.
presa de noche: my dad has a girlfriend now.
presa de noche: she's getting on my nerves though.
presa de noche: it's annoying.
presa de noche: *eye twinge*
frogitachickita: lol
frogitachickita: does she come over?
presa de noche: mom could handle the gf thing, dad doesn't know how to split his attention as well, it's all about laura with him....
presa de noche: all the fucking time.
presa de noche: she spends the night on wed and sat.
presa de noche: every week.
frogitachickita: oh how does that work with your mom i mean i know they have and open relationship but is your mom there when shes there?
presa de noche: yeah.
frogitachickita: whats your mom think of that
frogitachickita: ?>
presa de noche: she was ok at first, but my dad hasn't really adjusted to having to split his attention. he has to learn how to act around his family and laura. when he goes on dates with mom, he just talks about laura the whole time.
presa de noche: i'm tired of it.
presa de noche: so are michael and mom and allee.
frogitachickita: lol well dang tell him to get wit it
presa de noche: there's tension in the room, and the only people blind to it are dad and laura.
presa de noche: we have.
presa de noche: he just keeps defending her and telling us to give him a ligitimate reason for not liking her.
frogitachickita: hmm well crazy so shes spends the night with yoru mom and dad?
frogitachickita: whats she look like?
presa de noche: we're like "she tells us what to do, calls us slobs, cleans up after our dishes, it's really not polite.
presa de noche: nah, she sleeps in the garage with dad on sat and in the garage alone on wed.
presa de noche: fri mom goes on a date w/dad, sat laura does.
presa de noche: it worked at first, and everyone liked her, but she's really grating on our nerves now.
frogitachickita: lol
presa de noche: she does the cutesy girl act when dad is around.
presa de noche: it's like "pay attention to me!!"
presa de noche: sometimes i have dreams where i kill her.
frogitachickita: lol what the hec tell her to get out of you damn lives
frogitachickita: lol
presa de noche: not really.
presa de noche: i wish i did though.
presa de noche: i probably will now.
frogitachickita: lol howd your dad meet her
frogitachickita: ?
presa de noche: i don't wanna be rude to her.
presa de noche: they were in a play together.
frogitachickita: oh hmmmmmm
frogitachickita: interesting
presa de noche: quoi?
frogitachickita: do you think your dad would ever leave your mom?
presa de noche: hell no.
frogitachickita: what if he ends up liking this girl like no other
presa de noche: he asked my whole family for permission before he pursued laura.
presa de noche: laura's got nothing on 20 years.
presa de noche: she's only 26
frogitachickita: ohhhh
frogitachickita: howd your dad ask permission?
presa de noche: mom and dad have been married almost longer than she's been alive.
frogitachickita: lol true
presa de noche: he told us he liked her and asked if it would bug us.
presa de noche: but i don't think we really thought it through.
presa de noche: i didn't know that i'd be seeing this much of her.
presa de noche: mom's gf lived in san jose.
frogitachickita: lol or didnt realize how annoying she would be
presa de noche: she was kewl then.
presa de noche: she's still kewl.
presa de noche: i don't think she means to be annoying.
frogitachickita: yeah well like you said your dad hasnt ever done the dating thing yet
frogitachickita: so
presa de noche: but yeah.
presa de noche: exactly.
presa de noche: i didn't predict that he'd change like this....
presa de noche: if i'd known, i would've been against it from the start.
presa de noche: and now that i don't like it, dad says "well i asked and you said i could."
presa de noche: it's just frustrating sometimes.
frogitachickita: tell him you changed yoru mind
frogitachickita: and yoru opinon should count wethere is was from the beginning or now
presa de noche: he won't let me change my mind until i can come up with something he can't be blind about.
presa de noche: i think i'm gonna have everyone in my family write dad letters about it, cuz he can't interrupt a letter.
presa de noche: cuz he'll argue his point before we can get our point out there.
frogitachickita: true
frogitachickita: thats a good idea
presa de noche: cuz it's even affecting allee, and she is oblivious to the world.
presa de noche: and if she's talking to my dad, she won't be able to say it.
presa de noche: michael and i have spent hours venting to our friend anna marie.
presa de noche: she wants us to keep her posted on the latest laura issues.
presa de noche: it's kinda cute.
presa de noche: one of the first things she asks about when we talk is "so, how's the laura thing?"
frogitachickita: lol
presa de noche: i love anna, she's my problem sponge.
frogitachickita: yeah
frogitachickita: thats tite to have someone like that
presa de noche: yup.
presa de noche: woot for one handed typing!
presa de noche: k, two now.
presa de noche: damnit.
frogitachickita: lol
frogitachickita: so dosent your dad know at least not to talk about laura to your mom while the two of them are on a date
presa de noche: no.
presa de noche: and laura calls when they're on a date.
presa de noche: and dad talks to her.
presa de noche: i'm like, wtf?
frogitachickita: shittt lol youd think he would at least know the unspoken rules
frogitachickita: i know that at least
frogitachickita: if it was me
presa de noche: i found out about that and got pissed.
presa de noche: i was like "tell him off mom, don't let him treat you that way, you're his fucking wife."
frogitachickita: fo sho
that's pretty much it. Anna must come over and make this lj pretty for me, cuz it's lame right now. i just want to be pretty for you. so yeah, *twitch* tell me if you think the letters idea is a good one or not, cuz i'm on the fucking verge. |
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| It's Scott's Fault |
[May. 23rd, 2005|08:13 pm] |
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| | horny | ] |
I'm horny I'm horny I'm horny I'm horny I'm horny I'm horny I'm horny I'm horny I'm horny I'm horny I'm horny I'm horny I'm horny I'm horny I'm horny I'm horny I'm horny
I'mhornyI'mhornyI'mhornyI'mhornyI'mhornyI'mhornyI'mhornyI'mhornyI'mhornyI'mhornyI'mhorny
HORNYHORNYHORNYHORNYHORNYHORNYHORNYHORNYHORNYHORNYHORNYHORNYHORNYHORNYHORNYHORNYHORNYHORNYHORNYHORNYHORNYHORNYHORNYHORNYHORNYHORNYHORNYHORNYHORNYHORNYHORNYHORNYHORNYHORNYHORNY
K, now that that out there, I have a haiku I just wrote for you:
It is not my fault
He is so the one to blame
Now I am horny
(I meant to write this thursday night last week, but i didn't get a chance, so i'm writing it now, but it still applies.)
much love and peace (you hippie scum!!),
katee |
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| Just Something I Must Say About Someone Before It Stops Mattering.... |
[May. 17th, 2005|09:14 pm] |
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| | thankful | ] |
you'll understand this in like, two seconds, but i had to get it out there because it's been killing me, i just can't say it to him, so i thought i'd tell everyone else so that they could tell me to tell him. i dunno, it's not even that angsty, ten bucks says people will probably say that it's cute or something. just know that this is how i feel, honest to cosmic powers of whatever nature, i believe this in my heart, so don't make fun of it.
before i didn't allow myself to feel. to become attached. my dad always said love like you'll never get hurt. i thought to myself, that makes no sense, because then when you get hurt, you aren't prepared for it, and the pain will be worse. but now i understand, that love is not the same if you are apprehensive of its end. if you treat it like it will end, you won't be allowing it to truly grow. so i love now. i love one person, and i don't know what will happen when we end, because i don't admit that we will end. by simply allowing myself to love him, i am allowing that we can go on forever. he has opened my heart and helped it beat. he has given rythm to that lifeless muscle and now it will not cease to pump life into me. no matter what happens, i am alive now, and i thank him for that. |
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