and there was this
and then this happened
& this is me about to drive a very, very large truck. can you see the fear?
Sunday, May 07, 2006
Thursday, May 04, 2006
i love gordon peterson
this is what my head feels like:
so you may be asking, then why are you awake katie? that would be because of my neighbors dog, a border collie named abby. abby has a bark so shrill, so blood curdling that trying to sleep when your window is down and it's standing outside is impossible. it is physically impossible to sleep when your ears are bleeding.
on top of abby who i want to kill, i also want to kill my head for getting me so sick. i am getting very irrationally angry at this cold. i am graduating from college. i worked very, very hard to do so. i want to go out and sit with my friends. instead, the highlight of my week has been getting through my day so i can take my NyQuil and go to bed. sad, eh?
so you may be asking, then why are you awake katie? that would be because of my neighbors dog, a border collie named abby. abby has a bark so shrill, so blood curdling that trying to sleep when your window is down and it's standing outside is impossible. it is physically impossible to sleep when your ears are bleeding.
on top of abby who i want to kill, i also want to kill my head for getting me so sick. i am getting very irrationally angry at this cold. i am graduating from college. i worked very, very hard to do so. i want to go out and sit with my friends. instead, the highlight of my week has been getting through my day so i can take my NyQuil and go to bed. sad, eh?
Monday, May 01, 2006
Countdown to the REAL WORLD: t-13 days. During an average day, I spend about 85 minutes talking to someone about my "plans for the future." Seeing as I have no plans for the future, it is sufficient to say that 84 of those moments are spent by the other person lecturing me about how THEY felt graduating from college. You want to know how I feel? I am not excited. I am not ready. I don't have a job. So stop asking me, asshole.
I haven't really taken any pictures I feel I can share with the rest of the world so I am going back to an old stand by:
Every year since I was born my entire family goes down to the Jersey Shore for a month. It's usually spent consuming mass quantities of food, alcohol, aloe vera and is marked by an over-exposure to card games, CELEBRITIES and Boggle. My cousins and I (there are 8ish of us) always go to the "rides" aka the Ocean City, NJ board walk. Ever since I could drive it has been my responsibility to take them while our parents get sloshed and get into extremely loud political arguments (Summer 04 was particularly rough). But within the confines of my family history lies a story so legendary that is only brought about once in a great while. My cousin Chrissy and my brother Tom were quite young the first time they ventured into the House of Glass (it's like a House of Mirrors). Alone, except only for each other, they traveled deep into the bowels of the amusement while the rest of us stood outside. We watched as they walked farther and farther and got more and more confused as to how to get out. Suddenly, they panicked. Tommy turned around too quickly and ran smack into a clear, plexiglass door causing his nose to spurt blood all over my cousin. They both started crying. The 16 year old kid who was hired to man the House and quite possibly hated his life because of it was summoned. He ran in and dragged them out. Everyone was to busy tending to Tommy, making sure his nose wasn't broken to notice that Chrissy's hands were clenched in front of her pants hiding the fact that at 13 she had gotten lost in the House of Glass, cried AND peed her pants. Last summer, she finally got up the courage to go back 4 years later.
I haven't really taken any pictures I feel I can share with the rest of the world so I am going back to an old stand by:
Every year since I was born my entire family goes down to the Jersey Shore for a month. It's usually spent consuming mass quantities of food, alcohol, aloe vera and is marked by an over-exposure to card games, CELEBRITIES and Boggle. My cousins and I (there are 8ish of us) always go to the "rides" aka the Ocean City, NJ board walk. Ever since I could drive it has been my responsibility to take them while our parents get sloshed and get into extremely loud political arguments (Summer 04 was particularly rough). But within the confines of my family history lies a story so legendary that is only brought about once in a great while. My cousin Chrissy and my brother Tom were quite young the first time they ventured into the House of Glass (it's like a House of Mirrors). Alone, except only for each other, they traveled deep into the bowels of the amusement while the rest of us stood outside. We watched as they walked farther and farther and got more and more confused as to how to get out. Suddenly, they panicked. Tommy turned around too quickly and ran smack into a clear, plexiglass door causing his nose to spurt blood all over my cousin. They both started crying. The 16 year old kid who was hired to man the House and quite possibly hated his life because of it was summoned. He ran in and dragged them out. Everyone was to busy tending to Tommy, making sure his nose wasn't broken to notice that Chrissy's hands were clenched in front of her pants hiding the fact that at 13 she had gotten lost in the House of Glass, cried AND peed her pants. Last summer, she finally got up the courage to go back 4 years later.
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