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[14 Apr 2004|09:15pm] |
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Well The O.C. was interesting tonight. I still hate Marissa though. Stupid whore. She's so annoying. And she needs to eat, like, an entire horse or something. I get hungry just looking at her. Seth can paint! Eee! Creative!Seth. And how sad, him talking about how no one talked to him. I wanted to give him a hug. Well, I wanted Ryan to give him a hug. Summer doesn't deserve him, she ignored him for years. Stupid whore. Wow, can you tell I dislike the chicks on the show?
Caleb is a total bastard and Julie is a bitch. Feel sorry for Luke but it's good that he's leaving, there was nothing left for him in Newport anyway. Best line? "Welcome to Portland, Bitch." Wonder how long it will take for a fanfic about that to spring up. The last scene when Ryan, Seth, Marissa and Summer were lying on the bed I had this vision of Seth and Ryan surreptitiously holding hands, the girls having no idea what's going on. You know, everytime that one of the boys kisses the girls I think that the other guy is going to be upset. I get so caught up in this Seth/Ryan fic world that I transfer it to canon. As well it should be.
Previews of next week. Is Ryan going to hit Seth? *bites nails* Well...it could lead to a touching making up, I'm so sorry, I love you scene. Right? Yes. Definitely.
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[14 Apr 2004|04:43pm] |
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So I went to see a movie last night, so cute. It's called 'The Prince and I'. I feel like such a 17year old but it was adorable. It's my guilty pleasure of the week and I shall buy it when it comes out on DVD. So there.
I have a new fandom obsession. I downloaded all the eps of The O.C. and well, I fanatically ship Seth and Ryan now. I can't help it. I'm such a slash girl. They're so adorable, and perfect for one another! I mean it's practically canon, come on. And Adam Brody is just too cute, dorky but cute. Adorkable I guess you could say. Damn that's corny. And Benjamin McKenzie is like a young Russel Crow. Aww...
I need to start writing. I really need to start writing. So many ideas...
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| Biotch |
[31 Mar 2004|12:30pm] |
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In my French 202 class today we were supposed to be in the language lab, watching a movie. However these women, I think they were faculty members come in and told us they had reserved the room. Interesting because my French Prof, Sayeeda, has that room Mon-Thurs from 10-11, and this was at 10. So they tell her they reserved the room for a meeting, and basically kicked us out. We went to our regular classroom, and Sayeed comes in a few minutes later, crying! These women did not even have the respect and courtesy to let us, to let Sayeeda, know they would need the room. Did they need to use that room? No, they were having a meeting, they could have used any classroom. We're a language class, and I mean we were a class anyway. In an academic institution shouldn't the needs of the students be more important than a couple faculty members not wanting to walk a little further to have their meeting?
And the fact that they made Sayeeda cry, with their blatant disrespect and downright bitchiness about the whole matter is so unnacceptable. My professor is such a nice and friendly woman and they could not even grant her some professional courtesy.
So after class another student and I went to confront the little ringleader of the whole debacle and the woman had the nerve to say that Sayeeda handled the situation innapropriately. We didn't tell her how much she had upset Sayeeda because we didn't want to embarrass our professor. We just told her that we were disappointed that faculty members of a college put their own comfort and needs above the learning of the students. She was a heinous bitch. God. So pissed off.
Watch, I'll get this woman as a professor next semester or something. No idea who she was. Bitch.
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| Death. |
[06 Mar 2004|01:36am] |
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I'm going to fricking kill my roommate. It's 1:30 in the goddamn morning. I got home at 10:30. I have been waiting for 3 fricking hours to try out my new DVD player and she won't get away from the freaking TV. Every. Damn. Night. From like 8-god only knows when, she watches TV. MY freaking TV I may add. Why. WHY. She is monopolizing the damned living room. She never takes out the garbage and there was a really funky smell wafting through the place when I got home tonight. She fills the freezer so full of little baggies of bagels that they fall out and attack me when I open the door. The fridge is filled with strange tubs of food. She has NEVER taken out the garbage. Not this entire semester. God. I am going to kill her. Or maybe just slap her around a bit. Either way there will be blood.
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[29 Feb 2004|11:28pm] |
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It's been a long time since I've posted. Well...since then I have turned 20, been to London, started a new semester, and not much else. I've jumped headfirst into a new ship, Josh/Sam of The West Wing, as well as remaining obsessed with old favorites. I'm hoping to start keeping up with this journal again, I guess we'll see.
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| Damn |
[13 Nov 2003|12:46am] |
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It has been a long time since I've posted. So long I am sure no one comes here anymore. Oh well. So my roommate thinks she might drop out of school here and go somewhere else. I want to be supportive but part of me feels like she is just giving up.
Feeling especially ugly lately. Not that I don't always do, but especially nasty lately. I think I need to start writing again. Help my self esteem a little.
Greens
Circle I Limbo DMV Employees
Circle II Whirling in a Dark & Stormy Wind Militant Vegans
Circle III Mud, Rain, Cold, Hail & Snow Stupid Chicks who think everyone wants to be like them
Circle IV Rolling Weights PETA Members
Circle V Stuck in Mud, Mangled River Styx Bill Clinton
Circle VI Buried for Eternity River Phlegyas Homophobes
Circle VII Burning Sands Democrats
Circle IIX Immersed in Excrement Bigots
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| Here I Am |
[27 Sep 2003|02:32pm] |
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My Great-Uncle died last week. When I told people, they were sorry but just kind of slightly so. I don't think to most people a great uncle is considered a close relative, but then most people probably don't have a family like mine. I'd known my Uncle Jerry since I was a baby, I saw him almost every Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, once a year at a family reunion and in recent years randomly every couple weeks when he would stop by my uncles' farm. Every since my grandpa died, and especially since my grandma died he's been a pretty big part of my family. He always came down to check on my uncles, to see how things were going. My family is close like that and Jerry, like my grandpa believed there was nothing more important than family. I'm really lucky to have the family I do. I'm very close to my mom's side. Besides knowing all her brothers and sister (of course), I know her aunts and uncles, their spouses, all of my mom's cousins, and their children. We all get together at least 3 or 4 times a year. Almost all of them came to my graduation open house thing, I get the feeling most families aren't like that, from talking to friends. I don't know, maybe my friends just don't have families like that.
Uncle Jerry was one of the most generous people in the world. If you needed something, you always knew you could go to him. I kind of thought of him as a surrogate grandfather since mine died. There was nothing he loved more than family get togethers, plaing Euchre and Baitley. He worked hard, and played hard and I hope he knew, and knows how many people loved him and will miss him.
On less depressing notes,
I switched my advisor to Internation Relations and will go in to declare as soon as possible. Unfortunately my advisor is absolutely insane. I could go on and on but suffice to say he is an old, crazy, Socialist.
Tonight my friends and I are having a sex party. No, not an orgy. We're going to have aphrodisiac like foods, licorice and chocolate and other yummy treats like cupcakes. Drink drinks like Sex on the Beach and Pink Pussycat, read my friends' skeazy sex books and generally talk raunchy. It'll be a blast.
Au Revoir.
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| New Layout |
[18 Sep 2003|01:44pm] |
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Well, I hope "everyone" likes my new layout. It's just a little different. I haven't posted in a while, things have been going on. For examply, tonight is the first meeting of the College Republicans on my campus, which my friend and I started. *bows* thank you very much. Hopefully all will go well.
Thinking more and more about majoring in International Relations. I do love other cultures and politics and things like that. Hm. This Sat. I am going home for awhile, two of my friends are coming with me. My mom's making meatballs for my uncle's b-day that day, so we get to eat them. These are the best freaking things in the world. Yum, man.
My kitten, Pip, was declawed and neutered on Monday so I have to go and comfort him as well. Poor baby.
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| Majors |
[30 Aug 2003|08:29pm] |
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Well I've been having a lot of problems over the last, oh, year and a half trying to decide on a major. I've been thinking about Psychology lately, but wasn't too excited about it. Now I'm finally considering something I am thinking could be fun, and interesting. International Relations. I've already decided to minor in French, and looking over the requirements and career options, etc this just seems like something I would really enjoy. I've also been thinking I could take some classes in Russian at the UW, since they aren't offered here. Hm.
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| Popsicles and Death |
[16 Aug 2003|03:56pm] |
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God I hate summer sometimes. It should not be allowed to get into the 90s here. I mean how are we expected to live through sub zero temperatures and then be this hot in the summer? Can we please have some middle ground? I'm supposed to be packing to move back to school today but I don't like to move. I am fine just sitting here in front of the fan.
All I want to do is eat popsicles and die. I hate the heat. Hate it, hate it, hate it. I am never moving any more south than I am right now. Why can't we have AC?
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| I hate Subjects |
[12 Aug 2003|08:38pm] |
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I hate the subject line. I can never think of anything good to put there. Bastard Subject line...
So I took my brother to see SWAT a couple days ago. Pretty good movie, not my new favorite or anything but better than being at home. A couple minutes into the movie four girls and a guy come and sit in front of us, irritating in its own right as this theater did not have stadium seating. But then they start talking. And by talking I do not mean theater whispers, I mean just plain frickin' talking. And giggling. That stupid incessant giggling that is only capable of being done by stupid high school girls without a brain cell in their little blow dried heads. And they keep switching seats with each other. So for the next twenty minutes this continues. I give them a couple of loud SHHH!!s, because as much as I talk I am generally not a confrontational person. They wouldn't shut up though. So I did something I admit I have never done to a stranger before. I leaned forward and said, "Shut the fuck up." And this little bitch looks back and me and says in this snotty voice. "No." So I say "This is a goddamn movie theater, now shut your fucking mouth. Jesus fucking Christ this isn't fucking school or something."
They shut up. And any other little laughs or attempted whispers, my brother kicked the back of their seats. Damn. I must be scary.
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| Fucking Fandoms |
[07 Aug 2003|03:31am] |
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God I am so sick of being a rabid shipper. And a fanfic addict as well. This combination leads to nights filled with much hair pulling as I begin another futile search for fanfiction that I have not read. Currently I am combing through the X-Men Movieverse Fandom trying to find some Scott/Rogue. This is difficult. Very. Worse than trying to find Max/Zach in Dark Angel world. Also trying to find Bobby/St. John which is easier but I think I've found it all dammit. If I have to comb through one more fucking Logan/Rogue page I am going to yak all over my keyboard. (Why is it that I inherently despise popular ships where one of the pair is named Logan? *shrugs* good taste I guess.) I need some new search engines. And Charlie/Adam? Oh, freaking forget it. I'll chew on the ff.net fics, but the majority are kibble.
Mom and brother left for two days, thank god. Peace and quiet how I adore thee.
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| Pillow. |
[04 Aug 2003|01:51am] |
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My pillow is missing. Seriously. And only my pillow. Not the pillow case, just the pillow. I go into the room I am staying in and my pillow is gone. Ok. So I go to my cousin's room to see if it's in there and there, on the bed, is my pillow case. My empty pillow case. There are three girls sleeping in this room. I wake one up, where is my pillow. Random mumbling, no answer. Wake up other girl, where is my pillow? No idea. Poke at the things under their heads, none of them are my pillow. How is this possible? Went to see my dad, my pillow is not in his room either. Why would someone have taken my pillow in the first place? They have their own fucking pillows. And why take the pillowcase off? To hide the crime of course.
Is someone, somewhere doing nasty things to my poor, naked pillow? I bet so. I am seriously bewildered. Why take off the pillowcase? Is it some sick souvenir of their crime? Like murderers taking a necklace, or an earring? I don't care. I JUST WANT MY DAMNED PILLOW!!
It my seem petty, but I need my pillow to sleep. I need it. And it's 2 in the morning, and for some strange reason I am almost in tears over this. It's like I'm five and someone stole my blankie.
There will be hell to pay tomorrow morning if someone has not found my pillow.
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[02 Aug 2003|04:30pm] |
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So I made it up to MN last night. My best friend's parents are out of town so she had some people over. I knew none of them, and they looked a bit like freaks to me. Anyway I got pretty toasted. Was pretty fun. Slept very well. However stomach is not doing so well. I wish I got headaches instead. I hate feeling sick to my stomach. No throwing up, just that queasy feeling.
On a better note, I got a job! Filing loose elements for Medical Records at the UW Hospital. My roommate works there, so it should be good. 10.19 an hour. Much better than anything else I was interested in,
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| the human body, and my mother |
[30 Jul 2003|11:46am] |
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I'm going up to Minnesota to my dad's for a week. I feel kind of bad, because whenever I make it up there I spend most of my time with my best friend and I'm not sure if my dad gets sad that I don't spend as much time at home. I can't help it, I mean I hardly ever see Michelle and so when I get to, we have to pack everything into a couple days. And I love my dad to death, really I do, but it's hard when you really don't have that much in common. All we would do is watch TV really, and I find it impossible to watch TV with either of my parents. Even though I'm 19, I want to die when there is a kiss or love scene on and I am with them. And sex scene? Just give me a gun. I can't help it, I've just never been able to talk about that kind of thing with my mom, much less my dad.
For crying out loud I didn't even tell my mom I got my period until she found out herself like two years later. She tried explaining the birds and the bees to me in like 5th grade or something. Unfortunately I had found out in like kindergarten when some girl explained it all to me. Even then I did not feel the urge to go to my mother and verify everything. And if my mom ever mentions sex, in reference to me having it. *shakes head* I might spontaneously combust. I'm really open about it with everyone else, I mean my floor had a month long random discussion about fisting started by my friend and I when we stole another friend of mine's psycho BDSM Sleeping Beauty books and read the especially freakish parts to one another. But with my family? I don't. think. so.
For a while I actually think my mom thought I was a lesbian or asexual or something. Because she was constantly like. "Oh, Kate doesn't like guys much." or "Oh, Kate's not really into boys yet." I was 18 for heaven's sake! Of course I was into guys at that point. I just do not feel the need or the ability to go to my mother and discuss who I think is attractive. Plus the fact that I rarely get crushes because most guys that I have met my age still act like they're five, but that's beside the point. She saw a pictue of James Marsden I was editing, so hopefully that will have assuaged any lingering doubts about my attraction towards men.
Agh.
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| Survey |
[28 Jul 2003|08:05pm] |
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Got this from ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) lucky44.
Last phone call: Michelle
Last car ride: Two days ago.
Last good cry: I really don't know
Last library book checked out: I checked like nine out the last time I went.
Last movie seen: "Pirates of the Carribean"
Last book read: "A Breach in the WaterShed"
Last cuss word uttered: Probably Damn or Hell. I used them like they were and or something.
Last beverage drank: Diet A&W Cream Soda
Last food consumed: Pizza
Last TV show watched: Monk
Last time showered: 3:30
Last shoes worn: lime green flip flops
Last CD played: Fallen by Evanescence
Last item bought: A cake for my aunt's shower.
Last downloaded: Various songs by the Gin Blossoms
Last annoyance: My mother.
Last disappointment: Life itself
Last soda drank: Diet Cream Soda
Last thing written: Something on F4F
Last key used: Car Key
Last words spoken: "Henry hates you." To my mom, about a kitten.
Last sleep: Last night.
Last IM: Lucky last night.
Last ice cream eaten: I stole some of my brothers Butterfinger Blizzard, there is ice cream in that.
Last time amused: Watching Monk.
Last time wanting to die: Um. I don't know
Last time hugged: I don't remember.
Last time resentful: Today, when reading someone complaining about too many job offers.
Last chair sat in: My computer chair.
Last lipstick used: Um, lipstick. I don't know what it's called. It was a free gift.
Last underwear worn: Green low waist ones with a little bow...
Last bra worn: *looks* it's kind of hot pink and flower and it has hot pink lace.
Last time dancing: My aunt's shower.
Last poster looked at: Uh. A random one at Wal*Mart?
Last web page visited: RoswellFanatics.net
1 MINUTE AGO: I was doing this survey.
1 HOUR AGO: I was eating dinner
1 DAY AGO: I was online
1 WEEK AGO: I was online
1 YEAR AGO: I was doing something I cannot possibly remember.
I HURT: When I bite my tongue.
I LOVE: My family, my kitties, my friends, chocolate.
I HATE: Everyone. No, people with no common sense.
I FEAR: Spiders, bugs, and looking stupid.
I HOPE: too much.
I HIDE: my feelings.
I DRIVE: '98 light blue Chevy Malibu
I MISS: My friends
I NEED: Vodka. Lots of it.
I THINK: constantly.
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| Gee. |
[27 Jul 2003|02:22am] |
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Well, I went to my aunt's bachelorette party tonight. Yikes. Talk about weird. How about bar hopping with your mom, two of your aunts and a bunch of 30 something women you don't know, and then going to a dance club with said women where one of your aunts proceeds to try and set up your mother with various strange men while she waves around a penis straw, and your other aunt is wearing a gag veil decorated with condoms and plastic penises.
It's a good thing I had a couple drinks, because even with some vodka in me it was painful. Seriously wish I could have brought a friend. Tried, but they were all busy. Stupid girls.
On another note, the dance place would have been fun if not for my company. Because I seriously could not just start dancing dancing, in front of my mom. Never been to a club before. Maybe I'll have to convince some of my friends to go with me. Some cute guys there. Didn't look at me of course.
I've decided there is something seriously wrong with me. When you are 19 and have never even been frickin' flirted with or checked out, much less kissed or dated a guy there is something wrong with you. So either I am heinously ugly, very intimidating, or have serious personality flaws. Wish I knew which one it was. Maybe it's all of them. In that case I think I need to resign myself to a life full of having a cat as a significant other. Damnit. Seriously wishing I wasn't one of those stupid girls who wants a boyfriend. But I guess everyone wants that closeness and intimacy sometimes, ya know.
Frick.
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| Rawr. |
[26 Jul 2003|02:49am] |
God. I'm a huge, dumb, lizard. Wonderful for the self-esteem.
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| Hell. Yes. |
[26 Jul 2003|02:28am] |
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Ok, now I am not usually an arrogant person. However, I just redid the layout here and I think it looks pretty fuckin' cool. At least it does in my browser. No idea if it is coming out right in everyone else's, but I am currently basking in my own brilliance.
(This was a big deal for me, let me enjoy it before you all let me know how really simply it is for everyone else to do.)
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