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I hate hate hate hate school!

Jan. 12th, 2006 | 08:57 pm
mood: weird weird

I haven't even started school yet, and I'm already feeling the anger breeding. I don't want to go back! I like having free time all the time. I'm too busy. I wish I could just knit all the time. I don't like working either. When I get married I can stay home all day and clean and cook and have knitting clubs and babies. Yesssssss!

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Dec. 26th, 2005 | 09:11 pm
mood: lonely lonely

So Christmas has come, and though for many it has also gone, I still have quite a chunk of it ahead of me. That's nice for me. I get more presents, more love, more holiday cheer. I also get more stress, more boredom, and more arguments with Mommy, but that's all a part of the package.
I had a really nice christmas, considering the horrors that some other people had. I almost felt guilty for having such a nice christmas, and having such a nice family. And I felt even guiltier about how I wasn't even that happy about it. It's not that there was anything wrong with it, it's just that Christmas isn't as magical as it used to be, and I guess that's just part of growing up, but it's really sad. Christmas for me has become just like any other day, except people give you stuff and you have to visit grandpa. Christmas morning always used to give me this special feeling, like a sort of high, and I just don't get that anymore. That's probably why people do drugs. Because as they get older the high that they got off of simple natural things subsided, and so they had to get a high someplace else. I'm not going to do drugs. I hope I never lose the ability to get a high off of life, even if Christmas doesn't do it anymore.
Hopefully it won't always be like that. I think that probably having kids allows people to feel that magic feeling again, because their kids are and they get the joy of sharing the magic with them. So I guess I'll just have to be patient for a while until I get married and have my own kids and can have some magic again. That's really all I want anyway. Husband, babies, homeschooling. It's a good thing.

I MEANT to do that!

Dec. 18th, 2005 | 07:00 pm
mood: tired tired

Hey remember Ureka's castle? There was Magellan and this freaky little bat thing that flew in crap and then was like, "I MEANT to do that." I used to say that alllll the time when I little. Ureka was pretty fine too, she was a fox.

I'm really really really tired and not looking forward to my math final tomorrow. Of course that mad stupid because who does look forward to any kind of finals? I wonder if theres some freak in the world that does...crazy.

Theres some people I really hate. They are mean and cruel and I don't understand how people like that can exist outside of movies. I mean, I didn't know they did. Ugh. What is becoming of the world?

Anyway, I love my baby cat. Just so you know. BC...he's the bomb.

Gypsies Tramps and Thieves

Dec. 12th, 2005 | 11:07 am
mood: grrrrrrrr grrrrrrrr

I have this wretched feeling that I'm going to fail math. In a way, that's terrible. And in another way, I don't really give a crap because it's not important to me anyway. The only thing is, if I fail math then I must take it again or else no degree. But you know what? I don't even want a degree! I'm not going to take that shit again! It's not enriching MY life.

No no no. If I fail, I shall pack up and move to LA to be a hippie/movie star. Either that or just tavel around being a gypsy, but I think I'd rather be a movie star. I can live in a tree in a park or something and then come out of it in the day to go to auditions. Then I'll get into movies and win lots of awards and all the people who thought I was stupid will feel bad. And I won't give them any of my money. I'll hang out with Johnny Depp and Cate Blanchett and then they'll be sorry. And when I win my Academy Award it won't be any of my professors that I'll be thanking. Not a one.

I'm soooo tired...Tired of being admired!

Dec. 10th, 2005 | 11:30 pm
mood: zzzzzzzzz zzzzzzzzz

I am one sleepy ass little girl right about now. I hate online math programs. They are not beneficial at all, in fact I think they confuse me much more than good old fashioned textbooks. I should write to the company and tell them that I am dissastisfied with their product. When I was little I was always getting mad and wanting to write nasty letters to companies, and sometimes I did, but they never wrote back.

I really like ice cream but I wish it wasn't so cold. I ate a whole bunch before and it was soooo tasty, but it made me so frickin cold I was shivering all over. Such a shame. Of course this problem might be solved if the mommy gremlin would turn the heat above 50 degrees but noooooo we have to conserve electricity. What a crock, we're going to all die anyway we might as well splurge a little on heat. Theres this one Bible verse that says stuff about not storing up treasures on earth but storing them up in heaven or something, and that's what mommy should do. She doesn't need to store up all that treasure, she should spend a little on heating my poor, frozen, shrivelled body.

I keep hearing these really frightening noises. Like someone's knocking against the window or banging around upstairs. That's really scary, especially considering that all the cats and dogs are in mommy and daddy's room, so it can't be any of them. I hope I don't die. If a scary rapist came in right now I'd probably be too tired to really care anyway. Well I suppose I'd care, but I'm sure I'd do much about it, because I'd be so tired I probably wouldn't fully grasp the situation.

Ok, whatever. I'm sick of typing. I really like Luke Skywalker. It saddens me that he got so old. Cuz otherwise, I'd marry him. Not really. That's right. Good. Okay....I go now.

I'm going to catch Word Perfect and wring it's fugly neck!

Dec. 5th, 2005 | 04:23 pm
mood: Kill Kill Kill!!! Kill Kill Kill!!!
music: Christmas Music

I am so frickin pissed! My research paper is due tomorrow and I had nothing written. So, like a good little girl I settled down to write it, and the damn program screwed up and deleted like half of what I wrote! Damn computers! I really hate Word Perfect. Microsoft word was waaaaay better. Microsoft Word is like an older hooker who may not look so nice or do as many tricks, but she's reliable and damn good at what she does. And Word Perfect is like the young fancy hooker who is real kinky but its just too kinky and not that satisfying and you just wish you could get Microsoft Word back. That's how I feel. I want the old hooker. I miss her.

Sexy Barbie
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Okay I had to take a bunch of quizzes to make myself feel better. I still want to kill Word Perfect until it dies. HAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Poor, poor Kate

Nov. 29th, 2005 | 07:09 pm
mood: aggravated aggravated
music: I listen to the sound of my farts

Poor Kate was feeling sad today, and yesterday too. This is very unfortunate, for she was feeling so happy and chipper for so many weeks, and now the clouds of depression have drifted across her blue sky. We only hope that it doesn't start to rain.
What bothers poor Kate most is her future. What is to become of her? She is a worthless piece of crap! No, not really. We know that somewhere out there must be some reason that Kate is alive. Some grand thing that Kate is to do. But she hasn't found it yet, and this makes her sad. And slightly pissed. Yes, she is pissed off. But what can she do?
Her biggest fear is to become a sad old woman who has had an unfulfilling life and many boyfriends, none of which are "Mr. Right." She does not want to have many boyfriends, she wants to marry one lovely boy and have lots of babies and homeschool them all, training them up in the sexy ways of the homeschooled children. But what if she's not supposed to be with the lovely boy? What if it's all in her stupid little head and the lovely boy is really supposed to be with some fat ugly chick and Kate is really meant to live with her cats for the rest of eternity? What then?!?!? Oh, woe is Kate. Like, whoa.

Oh geez, for a minute there I thought I had deleted all of this. Anyway...

That is what has been worrying Kate. Of course, even though she is genuinely worried, there is a little voice in the back of her head saying, "It's ok, Kate! Everything is going to be sunshine and roses!" And he's probably right, because Kate has felt this way before, and then everything worked out ok. Kate just has to take a deep breath and take one day at a time. And she knows that. But it's still pretty damn hard. If not for Kristina, Kate would probably have killed herself by now. Well, not really. But she'd be a really bad person and probably pregnant or something. Thank God for Kristina.

Ok, now I'm done. I feel better. That was a long ass journal crap. Of course, nobody but mah sexay homies read this shit anyway!


Kate's a lazy ass

Nov. 26th, 2005 | 09:58 pm
mood: horny horny
music: None, bitchesssss

Ugh, do you fools realize how much homework I have that I should be doing right now, but will probably not do until like midnight the night before its due? Thats right, bitch! ........Kristina is really cool...she's my sista from another mista.

People are so frickin crazy and I'm reallllllly glad I was homeschooled and I am sooooo homeschooling my kids. There is no way they are being sent off into the ruthless blackboard jungle. Home is the natural environment for learning, not these communistic centers where all of the children are herded like animals and trained up the way the government sees fit. Ugh. I could go on a rant, but I'm too tired. Someday I'll write a book. Or have big rallies with lots of angry homeschool moms and burn down all the schools. Well I suppose I wouldn't REALLY do that...violence is not the answer. Or is it? Hmmmmm...

Anyway. Brain=melting. haha. If Brain + exhaustion = stupid kate, what is stupid kate + brain? Ha, just try and figure THAT out!

I'm a woman of mystery

Nov. 20th, 2005 | 10:54 pm
mood: irritated irritated

Men See You As Understated

You are an intreguing mix of girl and woman.
You're feminine, quiet, and a total mystery to most men.
Yet they often feel the urge to protect you, even if they don't know you.
You *are* a flirt, but you usually only flirt with those you know well

Quizzes are awesome. So is Martha Stewart.

The Tragic Tale of Mr. Noodle

Nov. 17th, 2005 | 10:34 pm
mood: naughty naughty

Once there was a noodle
He got eaten by a poodle
He went into its belly
Along with some mint jelly
The both came out its ass
In a glob of crap on the grass