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[ 07 Apr 2005 @ 01:15am ] |
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Today I watched two guys cut a bicycle out of a tree. Yes, a bicycle. Wish I had a digital camera.
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[ 16 Mar 2005 @ 04:54pm ] |
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I've never felt so inspired in my whole life. I just woke up from a nap and, well, the way the wind was blowing and the way it made me feel was so beautiful and incredible that I couldn't help but write a little prose. Now, it's not the most wonderful thing ever, but I think it might be the best poetry-type thing I've ever written. I'll share it with y'all. No editing done, I wrote this down almost without thinking.
The cool soft
breeze steals in through the
window
Its delicate touch reminds me of you -
Gliding so gently over the
small of my back
I close my eyes and breathe
deeply
But the pleasant sensation
does not last
And when I'm about to slip
back to sleep once
I've shaken you from
my thoughts
The breeze tickles
me again and I can't
let you go.
And even though
I know you're gone
I still lie in front of
the window and wait
for the wind
to wander in
Hm, I guess it could definitely use some revision. But man, seriously, it was the most amazing feeling ever. I'm so overcome with emotion. Dang. Nature is flippin' awesome.
On a side note, I'm in the middle of writing a paper and I can't help but super-analyze my own little thing there. Like look at the way I broke it up and the capital letters and I only used one period and no other punctuation. And look at those W's at the end. Alliteration, baby. Yeah, I'll stop now.
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| i'm pretty sure boys suck |
[ 02 Mar 2005 @ 02:17am ] |
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I think I may have a very severe complex or something. So Katie meets three boys. She fools around with one (while intoxicated), hardcore hits on another (also while intoxicated), and mildly flirts with the third (this one was sober, and it was soooo mild it like wasn't even flirting). Of course the first and third start to like her. The second one? Doesn't seem as interested. So which does Katie want? Duh. The second. ARGH!! Is this because I like the chase? Is it because numero dos is cuter than the other two and I'm just being shallow again? Is it because I get bored as soon as they fall for me so easily? (Which sounds incredibly pretentious, but go with me here people.) Is the old wanting-what-you-can't-have kicking in and messing with me? Why does this happen? No wonder guys can't understand girls, I don't understand what the heck is going on. Perhaps I suck at life. Yes, that's it. Let's just leave it at that.
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[ 23 Feb 2005 @ 03:38pm ] |
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Man I am so lame at updating.
Fortunately, I'm excellent at procrastinating. And I've yet to come across a situation that will really learn me to stop. For example, I had 4 hours before work to do my math assignment. I sat in front of the tee vee and got maybe 10 out of the nearly 80 that I was supposed to finish for my 9:55am discussion. Well I get back from work pretty early, nine or so. Do I start my math? Nope. I snack and chat online. I finally sit down around 10:30 to work on it, but kept getting distracted by things like downloading music to make a super kick ass playlist that I call "iPod shadow dancers", french manicuring my left hand, randomly surfing the internet for nothing at all, and more snacking. After all that I decide that at midnight I will work straight for an hour. But guess what? Natalie gets back from somewhere (the library, or something, I don't recall) and of course I can't not talk to her because I'm a freaking Chatty Kathy and I was totally hating on my sequences and series. I think I got about another 20 problems done in the two hours that followed, most of which I simply copied out of my solutions manual. Then around 2am we got to talking about our room setup. Such talk is devastating to us. It had happened before, we both had homework or studying that we really should have been doing but instead we drew pictures of how to set up our room. Well I think we spent almost an hour sketching out ideas on my white board. We've decided on Plan Alpha, which I think I realized about ten minutes ago has a minor flaw in it. We may have to switch to Plan Beta or even Plan Pears, but I think I like my new idea of Plan Half-Pears. It's slated to go down after Natalie's exam Thursday night. We're hoping for the best.
Oh, but back to the whole reason I was even telling the story. Obviously I didn't finish my math assignment. At last count I had around 60 problems to do. I just shrugged and figured I could get some of it done in the library during my forty minute break before class. I didn't feel like taking the time to think, so I copied 10 or 15 out of the solutions manual. My TA is half-blind anyway and she hasn't really noticed the huge gaps in my homework before. So I get to class and take the quiz. EASY. She picked two odd problems. I made one teeny mistake that I don't think she'll notice, but max I lose a half point. Then I find out that only the first two sections of homework are due (I had skipped Mondays section, oops). I had most of that stuff copied anyway. Baddabing. I get away with procrastination once again.
Everyone says that procrastination will eventually nip you in the butt. I'm still waiting for that day to come. Until then I'll take my internet, iPodding, sleeping, snacking, and keep up my solid 3.5.
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| Is it wrong to want a shorter bed? |
[ 18 Jan 2005 @ 03:40pm ] |
So the roomie and I decided it would be a good idea to rearrange on the first day back (well her first day back, Sunday). Apparently the room is smaller than we thought because we had to change the way my desk faces. Now I have to jump over my bed to get to my little cubby area that houses my desk and dresser drawers. If my bed was just a little bit shorter I would be able to walk to the cubby area. Oh and not such a great idea to flip my bed all by myself. I wanted more storage space underneath but didn't think about how difficult it would be since it's wedged inbetween two dressers. I got it, but it wasn't easy.
I think I'm the worst friend in the world. I didn't forget one person's birthday - I forgot two. Mandy, Andy, Happy Birthday to you both. I'm sorry I'm such a retard. I love you both so very much.
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| College Success Story |
[ 17 Jan 2005 @ 05:37pm ] |
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I've finally been introduced to the wonderful world of alcohol. I took my first shot of booze followed by four other shots and a Mike's Hard Lemonade. Didn't get sick, didn't get a hangover, and I remember everything. I haven't slept in my own bed yet - I'm starting off second semester on the right foot.
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[ 14 Jan 2005 @ 12:04am ] |
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I am so bored right now. Hm, what to post about. I'm not feeling very creative so if I were to make up a story it would most certainly suck. Instead I'll reminisce about childhood. I wish I was still as easily amused and imaginative as I was when I was a kid. I used to play Barbies for hours and hours. We would create houses that took up whole rooms and leave them set up for days. But my mom always made sure that I would clean up a path to my bed before going to sleep. She called it the "fire path." I remember another time in kindegarten or that thing after kindegarten, K-Care I think (if I was even in that), Damon Capetz and I were playing Cootie Bugs. I'm not sure if we actually knew how to play the game, but the way we played it was to construct a bug and then ram it against the other person's. Obviously you wanted your cootie to stay together longer. I remember laughing so hard that I nearly peed my pants. I wonder if we ever actually hurt each other by smashing those little plastic toys together. Sigh. Good old elementary school. Life used to be so simple. It would be nice to take a vacation back to those days. But I bet I would get bored really fast since all the stimulation I've been exposed to has ruined my imagination. Ah, to be young again.
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| Break rules |
[ 05 Jan 2005 @ 04:48pm ] |
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Man it was so nice to have the day off. Slept in 'til noon then watched my soaps. Oh, and then I had to pick Tor up at Simley. Dang a lot of parents pick up their kids. LAME. wtf mate, wtf. I wish my parents had nothing better to do than pick me up from high school - wait, no I don't! Just buy the kid a car for god's sake. Those people are so annoying.
I took a little trip to the Galleria. Doesn't surprise me that it's in Edina. Sheesh. "Shops of Distinction", they aren't kidding. I had my jewelry cleaned and now it all shines like new. Makes for one happy Katie. Tor and I checked out some of the other pieces they had. It's so incredibly sparkly.
Hmm, what to do with the rest of my day? Clean? Nah. Laundry? Probably. Man, this was a pretty boring post. I'm starting to turn into Andy. Haha. Just kidding Andy.
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| I totally kick ass at updating |
[ 01 Jan 2005 @ 11:16pm ] |
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I can't believe that I still have another two weeks at home. I want to go back to school so badly but at the same time I want to stay home. I don't want the two worlds to mix, but I want them both at the same time. How does that even work? Going back to school I lose my sisters and all that girl stuff that I love about them, the '04 grads, my parents, my job where I make money and I know how to do everything with ease. At school I get that freedom of an open schedule with no obligations, my friends in Madison, and Madison itself. I almost feel like I can never be happy because whenever I'm at one I crave to be at the other. I don't think I know where home is anymore. Damn, I wanted to insert some ideas from "Reading Lolita in Tehran" (those aren't quotations, it's actually underlined) but I left the book in Madison. Can you really have more than one place be home?
... interesting new year. I wonder how it's all going to pan out.
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| The Jesus Diet |
[ 14 Dec 2004 @ 06:51pm ] |
I had lunch with Natalie and her friend Trav from Waterford today. This isn't the first time I've met Trav and he's one of Natalie's closer friends, so we're all comfortable around each other. The conversation somehow turned to religion and televangelists. We agreed that it's scary to wake up to a televangelist on your TV, but being at an energetic mass is exciting and almost enticing. You almost can't help but yell "Hallelujah!" and "Praise Jesus!" yourself. But some people to get into their religion to an almost scary point.
Me: "I'm surprised no one has come up with a Jesus diet. Jesus doesn't want you to eat carbs. Jesus wants you to live an active healthy lifestyle."
Trav: "'The Jesus Diet: Eat every meal like it was your last supper.' There's the slogan, now who's going to back it?"
I then laughed for about five minutes.
The grilled cheese was delicious, as was the snickerdoodle.
Trav has a really cool Motorola phone. I think I'm a get one like it. The V400, I think. Any flip phone will do, really.
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| solving the badger herald crossword |
[ 13 Dec 2004 @ 09:03pm ] |
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holycheebis: is 12 down kiwi
TwinkleStar622: no
holycheebis: i know i've seen this clue before
holycheebis: and i thought it was kiwi last time
TwinkleStar622: i've seen that fruit before
holycheebis: what fruit?
TwinkleStar622: what's the opposite of pretty
holycheebis: ugly
TwinkleStar622: yeah
TwinkleStar622: but with an i
TwinkleStar622: not igly
TwinkleStar622: ugli
holycheebis: thats a fruit?
TwinkleStar622: yeah
TwinkleStar622: god, don't you read your fruit books?
TwinkleStar622: 'cause i obviously do
holycheebis: lol
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[ 09 Dec 2004 @ 01:31pm ] |
How slutty are you? (I don't think the link opens in a new window, FYI) At least I'm sluttier than Andrew, that's all I can say.
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| Many think it's brujería |
[ 08 Dec 2004 @ 11:03am ] |
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I think I have a severe problem of the ADD sorts. Instead of working on my calculus, I made one of those quiz thingies. (Take it, the link is in my profile because I'm much too lazy to put it in here.) It was probably because my roommate started doing one and I felt it necessary to write one as well. I'm not sure if I would have been able to get any work done had I tried, because she kept asking me whether or not certain things were good questions anyway. I can't concentrate on my homework with other humans around!! Aaah! I need a frickin' single!
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[ 05 Dec 2004 @ 09:05pm ] |
A friend of mine had a link to this in his profile. You people better post on this. Let's start a discussion!! :P
Ode to Nice Guys
This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.
This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.
This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.
The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.
So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.
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[ 29 Nov 2004 @ 12:31am ] |
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This might only amuse me, but sometimes I am that guy, errr, girl.
Real Men of Genius. Today we salute you, Mr. Compulsive Away Message Checker. While most people are out actually having a fun life, you are at home reading about it on your computer screen. Right mouse click, Get Buddy Info, or the little Info box at the bottom of the Buddy List. You have people on that list you haven't talked to in years, but you still loyally read their away messages every day to see what they're up to. So, crack open an ice cold Bud Light, Marauder of the Mousepad, and don't wander too far from your computer because you never know when someone's away message may change.
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| just breathe |
[ 30 Oct 2004 @ 03:35am ] |
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i can't fall asleep. i switched my pillows and felt a strange wave of nostalgia. the pillowcase on the one i was resting my head on i usually see on my parents' bed. this is the very first time that i've felt homesick for more than just a fleeting moment. and i don't know why. way too many things are going through my head right now. all i want to do is go to sleep and get away from it all. i want to wake up in minnesota, in my bed, and see tor come down the stairs a few hours after me. i want to go to the mall and (it's sick i know) but i want to go to work and gossip with the girls. i want to be with my friends. god where is this all coming from? i'm not so sure i like this new life. i want to go back to how things used to be. i don't feel like me here. i don't know who i am anymore. maybe that's the real problem. who am i? i can't give an answer to that. i just don't know. i see this turning into some deep philosophical argument, so i'm going to stop. i hope my dreams wash away this strange feeling i have in my heart.
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[ 06 Oct 2004 @ 08:02pm ] |
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yesterday i was walking to class and a strange thought crossed my mind. i wanted to not be me for just a minute. to step in someone else's shoes. it was one of those days where you feel like everyone is looking at you and judging you. i wanted to get away from it all. that feeling's gone now, but i can't wait to go home and be around the people i know won't judge me.
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| proof that simley sucks |
[ 04 Oct 2004 @ 08:56pm ] |
The results are in.
Simley Homecoming King 2004 ... Lanre!!! Yay!!
Queen ... Lizzie Robinette.
Hey, what do you expect from Simley? Don't forget who won 2003 (Hannah Tiemann and Joe Bratten)
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