If only i had a nickle...

New Video

2006-12-01T10:01:00.000-08:00

CANDY MOUTAIN!!!! YAY CANDY MOUNTIAN!

OK you all have to watch this amazing video, if you don't i will cry...so have that on your conscioufangagss! muauahahahaha!

LIFE

2006-11-06T11:45:00.000-08:00

So halloween has come and gone. That pic is of me and my friend Sarah in her dorm.

Life for me has been kinda slow and boring, except for when my parents decided to drop in on me. It was really really nice of them to do that. I had been missing them quite a bit and for them to just come and hang for awhile was wonderful.

So, i watched Bruce Almighty last night. And i know its very very strange but everytime i watch it i truly feel like i'm getting a spirtual glass of water. I guess just like being around fellow christians and stuff, which i don't do very much of here, but thats what it felt like to me. Just a brush against God, it was wonderful. And this morning i woke up feeling very refreshed although i probably only got like 4 hours of sleep at the most.

Well i certainly do miss most of you and hope that you are having a good week. Hopefully if all goes well i'll be able to come home this weekend, which i look forward to muy mucho! I miss my cat, and i miss you guys. So look out i might be rollin into town! YEE HAAW! ya i know you can't handle this, apparently you can't handle much. hmm...maybe i should be a little less vindictive, yes that would be best. But i'm tired of playing like all is good in the nieghborhood when things are all crap. So tough.

loves and kisses

kat

hmmm

2006-09-23T22:24:00.000-07:00

Random midnight thoughts.

hmm...since NOBODY except for angie ever comments on my blogspot i'm thinking i might just quit it. I'll just stick with my myspace. If people want to contact me, i'm at myspace.com/coywolfy4god but seeing as no one contacts me here i doubt you will all contact me there. I'm just really tired of posting and knowning that nobody gives a rats @$$ so i'm quitting it. Angie i guess you'll just have to get a myspace, it really isn't all that complicated. its actually easier.

So, tootles
kat

Rainbows and Sunshine

2006-09-19T14:20:00.000-07:00

Things aren't as good as all of that but they are still pretty good.

Fencing has been going really well, last nights practice was much fun even if i was extremely sweaty afterwards. We ran 2 laps, then did this exercise where you jump up on to a metal bench and then jump off of it in engard postion. Then we did footwork exercises and the dreaded crap walk where we go down as far as we can and still do our footwork. Now that just burns. But then after that was all done we got to suit up and start sparring. So i got to fight much longer than normally. Then we also each got to do a one on one with the coach. Now i'm going to remind you all that coach is sword swinging hottie. So, we start off and of course he gets me first and then again and then I GOT HIM! He totally was not expecting that at all. It was wonderful! I parried and the repoiste! Exactly like i was supposed to do and got him right in the chest! it was beautiful! He even congragulated me on it. Saying it was a very good hit. lol! Oh its wonderful feeling.

I passed my psychology exam with an 80 something. I got an A- on my public speaking speach, and an 18 out of 20 on my history paper. *happy dance* I was very excited about all of that! Good grads are fun! Specially when you expected to get very low grads on all of them. lol!

Well thats about it except that the weather has become soooo wonderful! yay yay!!! nice and cold!!!!!
lurves all of you even those who don't ever read this and don't ever update theres
kat

Updating 101

2006-09-16T14:15:00.000-07:00

OK, so life has been purty good. Gave a presentation didn't screw up to badly. umm..rented a million movies to watch this weekend have already watched most of them. Meaning i actually only have one left. Hmmm...I'm tired and excessively bored.

Fencing has been good. My legs are all sore. But on the bright side we've actually gotten to start sparring with each other. So thats always fun.

um...last night played Trivial Pursuit till like 3 in the morning that was fun. oh yeah...i lost both games. yeah for me.

Finshed my homework, yay.

Contemplating poking my eyes out with my Rainbow colored Fire Fighter Pen.

My room is actually clean...yay for me. I had to clean it cause my room mate's folks came today and i wanted it to be clean when they got here so that i wouldn't seem like too much of a slop. Since i am purty sloppy. lol!

Anywho much love my bonnie lasses

Kat

Renn Fest

2006-09-05T14:25:00.000-07:00

So i went home this past weekend. And it was good to see people and hang out with them. It was good to get hugged again.

So i went to rennfest monday. and it rocked. Like all years. I loooove the renn fest. When i have kids i'm always gonna take them to the renn fest! Yes i know its kinda expensive but its always so worth it. I love it soo much. Just the whole feel of the place is amazing. Not to mention all the hotties in costume! The renn fest is a wonderful reason for hot guys to walk around shirtless and in tighter pants than they would have ever dreamed of wearing. Oh its wonderful.

My sissy paid for me to get in. She also bought me a tail. I loooves me sis! She rocks!

Kinda been feeling the single blues recently. But i think i'll get over it. Don't have much choice huh? Look on the bright side of things, lol...like i get to stare at guys and not feel guilty, don't have to worry about somebody else, umm...yeah...thats a good thing right? Oh well, i'll get over it don't worry.

I've got fencing tomarrow and i'm psyched about it. Can't wait, *happy dance*!

Later my little lovlies!
kat

Mountain Dew

2006-09-01T10:23:00.000-07:00

So i finally got a face book...go me. lol! umm...not much else is going on. I'm coming home this weekend. yay. I want to cut off my legs cause they hurt so bad from fencing. oh well.
kisses and hugs and a round house kick to the face
kat

2006-08-24T10:45:00.000-07:00

FENCING IS AMAZING!!!!!!!! I've joined a fencing club and it rocks. And our coach is cute. muahaha! But oh my! Its rockin'! I'm so excited about the next lesson! We get to actually use weapons! YAYAYAYAYAYAY! Believe it or not but its a hard work out too! my left leg hurts so bad! lol! They say the most common injuries are pulled muscles and broken ankels! must be careful then! But oh man its just soooo much fun and so fast paced! Me and my friend sarah stayed afterwards to watch some of the older members and the coaches, duel a wee bit! oh man it was cool! plus i've learned that there are three diff. types of weapons! The foil which is the typical weapon, the other one which i don't remember its name but it means sword, and the saber! Its sooo cool! And did i mention how cute, funny and yummy smelling our coach was? lol! It was kinda cool cause me and sarah were watching and he cameover and sat down next to us and started talking to us. OH yeah...for a single chick with no life this is big news...i guess. lol! BUT i can't wait till Everything gets really started and we actually start dueling with eachother! oh its sooo cool! LALALALA! happy song happy song!
KISSES
Kat

2nd Day

2006-08-12T16:54:00.000-07:00

So its my second day at Emporia. Kinda nice, i was walking down town here and it suddenly dawned upon me that i had nothing to do, no one to answer too, no one to see and no where to be. It was beyond doubt one of the strangest yet most wonderful feelings in the world.

Met my roomie, shes pretty nice. And the dorm looks of course WAY better now that her half is decorated as well. lol!

I guess i'm still kinda missing all of you and am really missing going to church. I know, i know, its not even sunday but already i miss it. The worship and all of that. Yes i know they do have churches in Emporia and they are doing a church fair BUT i'm gonna be classes at that time, so i won't be able to see the diff churches. I guess i'm just gonna church jump till i find one that fits. But i don't think i'll be able to find one that is like the Vineyard. Or P-diddy...?*sigh* oh well.

The food here is good i guess, its just such a hassel to deal with all the lines and junk. *note to self never get job workin' at cafeteria* it was that crazy. But its good, good selection anyways.

I miss my kitty most of all. Its pretty wierd not having his warm furry little mass against my knees at night. *sigh* my fuzzy love. All of you give my kitty extra cuddles now that i'm gone. Because i'm sure he doesn't miss me at all. Hes probably glad. Hes sitting there like a loaf taking over my bed, sleeping on MY pillows and gloryfing in all of it! TRADER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So far things have been a wee bit boring. Not really much to do. But i figure once classes start i'll be plenty busy. Gotta work hard so i can come visit this coming week.

The dorm is pretty cool. its surprisingly pretty nice sized. Pretty spacious. The walls make me wanna barf though. all an off white color. Me and my roomie want to be able to hang stuff pronto. lol! So i've recieved some free sticky thingys, and put up a few pics so that the wall isn't to horribly obnoxious. Also when i come back from being home i'm bringing back my Jhonny Depp poster and i'll buy sticky tack or whatever and put it up. That way a whole bunch of wall will be taken care off in one fell swoop. lol!

Wow this really has been one very long post aren't you all extremely glad. Just for this all of you HAVE to update, and comment on my blog. so mehhh....lol!

Emporia

2006-08-11T18:16:00.000-07:00

So here i am...finally at emporia. Don't know what else to say. I've already set all of my stuff up and tomarrow my roomate comes. So i guess really thats all thats going on here.

12 days

2006-07-28T23:19:00.000-07:00

I'm starting the count down. I leave the 11th.

Ok so today i expected it to be an ordinary day...and it wasn't. I get to work and my boss says ok come with me. So i figure he and i are going to go lug horns all over kingdom come. But instead he and his wife took me out to lunch to have Sushi! OMG! it was A-mazing! Plus it was a wonderful surprise. I seriously have the best employers EVER! So that was my day. Pretty good day i guess. Got a belly full of yummy raw fish, only had to really work an hour, spent the rest of the day in my bed with a book and sunflower seeds. And i've started throwing stuff away and sorting things out, ya know what to take and what to leave behind. i have a TON of laundry to do. ugh...so tomarrow after work my mummy and i are going to go shopping. Got lots to buy. So that will be fun i'm sure. Buying stuff is always fun.

Leaving blues

2006-07-26T20:19:00.000-07:00

So, i guess i've finally come down with the leaving blues. I know kinda silly right? But in many ways i'm gonna miss this life. It feels like i'm starting a new life down at Emporia and leaving this one behind. And i don't know if i really want to. i mean i've finally laid roots, found a place that i wanna be. And off i go again. And yes i know i'm gonna meet new people, and have fun and all of that but, at the same time, i'm afraid to lose what i have right here. That things are gonna change, because they will, they always do. I was reading today in my room, with celitc music and my electric blanket, and i wondered when i was going to be able to do that. Be alone with my cat. God, i'm gonna miss that furry demon. He means so much to me, and so do you. you mean so much too me. And i feel like when i leave i'll never see you again. And it breaks my heart to imagine it. when will we play cards? When will i get to cook for you? Tease you? pester you? hug you? Just please whatever you do don't stop commenting on blog, don't stop updating. it frightens me cause i feel like this will be my only link to you. sorry for the crazy emo ramblings.
love with all my heart
kat

New Video

2006-07-22T13:57:00.000-07:00

Check out my new vid, its freakin' sweet.

In other news, i think i'm getting sick. Yay me.

ALi has left kansas and is back in florida.

Harley wieghs 11 pounds.

I have 3 weeks left of living here.

end

Ali Has Landed

2006-07-13T14:52:00.000-07:00

Ok so Allie is here amongst us! yay! its soo wierd cause it feels like she hasn't even been away. Its soo cool, and wonderful. lol! So i'm gonna go and get my ears pierced a third time tomarrow, plus tonight we plan to go cosmic bowling. lol! oh it'll be fun. Also we've picked out like a million movies that need to watch! oh muahaha! ANywho, being 18 is difently muy fun. Or at least more free. Its like I already can feel some leash or barrier or something has been lifted. Its amazing!

pah i still can't wait till i go of to Emporia, to finally be really free. lol! ok so not really all that free, but still freeer. muahaha, thats a word it is. Deal.

I LOVE YA'LL!

KAT

The Allie cometh!

2006-07-12T12:43:00.000-07:00

So my friend Allie comes today. I'm really excited. I have to clean...lol! anywho. So all the card hommies have left. So the house is quiet, for today. Its been quite a busy summer.

Don't have much else to say.

love
kat

Pah and a few mehs for good measure

2006-07-08T18:25:00.000-07:00

Ugh i'm so tired. The card hommies are all here and cards/dominos have run rampent. Its fun. Unfortunatly i had to work today ALL DAY! as in 9 to 4. ugh i'm sooo exuashted. But its fun and then on wed. my friend Alishnallie is coming! I can't wait i haven't seen her in like 3 yrs. Other wise thats all thats going on. I really have naught else to to tell you.
outie
the sexy one
bow to me you pathetic mortals
muahahahahahahahahahahaaaa!!!!
kat

muahaha

2006-07-06T14:42:00.000-07:00

So yar, all the card peeps are coming in today and tomarrow so a card fiesta will be occurning at my home. lol! Cards all day and all night. Thats the way to do it.

Anywho, i can't wait till i leave to Emporia. No offense to all my leavenworth homies, but i can't wait to leave. I'm lookin' forward to new faces, new people, and new hotspots to hang out at. Ugh, i can't wait. But i still will love all of you and miss you when i get around to it. lol! But yar...thats all for a crazy post today.

4ourth of July

2006-07-05T16:09:00.000-07:00

Ok so my birthday has come and gone along with the wonderful holiday involving getting drunk and blowing stuff up. Oh what a wonderful time of year.

So yes...

Pah

2006-06-26T08:28:00.000-07:00

It is truly a sad day when no one comments on the slightly deranged posting of the GRACE. But oh well obviously her and my own intelligence is wasted upon you. But seeing as how i'm such a kind and wonderful person i shall grace you with more spoutings of incredibliness.

Moving swiftily forward. So my sweet dearest Angie is back in the state of doom. Otherwise known to you ignorent people as Florida. We are all praying for her safe return to the Land of Cool aka here. Why is desolate Kansas deemed the Land of Cool? Well, because i'm currently residing here thats why. Silly children.

Well, i shall become 18 in a mere four days. Can your dear young souls process this information? It means i shall become one with the land of no bedtimes. Also the land of no restrictions by law. MUAHAHAHAHA! OH the joy i shall have! Do not fear my little ones you shall not come to harm, only the police will have a new and more beatiful poster to grace their blank walls. (if you didn't understand what i just said you are very very simple indeed)

-kat

And Thou Shalt Know

2006-06-23T22:00:00.000-07:00

I am the God Of All Intahrnets! Whoa, there's that hubris thing again. Gotta remember to keep that under control on occasion. Bah. I'm ten shades of amazing and you miscreant little blog addicts know it.

The job hunt has proven fruitless. And there's also a distinct lack of vegetables involved too, although their role in my future employment is vastly understated. But at least people have the common sense to stop asking. For the best -- I'd hit them with my briefcase, and I already busted one of the latches doing that a few days back. Miserable luck. I don't have the cash flow to replace it now.

People keep asking me about casual clothes, seeing as it's mid-nineties weather and I'm still in multi-layered dark colores. I ask them why they cannot comprehend my psychopathic dedication to a classy wardrobe.

In other news…

I wish I was branching out with my writing more. Yet, hostile, elitist misanthropy with antagonistic overtones of hopelessness and sheer arrogance seem to be doing me just fine. The only real deviations have been Trapped In Enamored Nostalgia, which captured youthful insecurity and infatuation, and "So, what are you going to do with the rest of your life", which captured sheer fatalism and despair. And both of them were incredibly well writ! I need to do more like that.

The other day, I wrote another blog. It's actually fairly good, but I still hate myself. It could be worse -- I could be one of those traitors who shuts down their blog. Or I might just randomly to mess with people.

Anyway, here it is…

On second thought…

No…

The Atheist

2006-06-17T14:45:00.000-07:00

Ok so i recived this as an email and thought it wonderful beyond belief.

An atheist was walking through the woods."What majestic trees"!"What powerful rivers"!"What beautiful animals"! He said to himself.As he was walking alongside the river, he heard a rustling in thebushes behind him. He turned to look. He saw a 7-foot grizzly charge towardshim. He ran as fast as he could up the path. He looked over his shoulder & saw that the bear was closing in on him.He looked over his shoulder again, & the bear was even closer. He tripped & fell on the ground. He rolled over to pick himself up but saw that the bear was right on top of him, reaching for him with his left paw & raising his right paw to strike him.At that instant the Atheist cried out, "Oh my God!"Time Stopped.The bear froze.The forest was silent.As a bright light shone upon the man, a voice came out of the sky."You deny my existence for all these years, teach others I don't exist and even credit creation to cosmic accident." "Do you expect me to help youout of this predicament? Am I to count you as a believer"?The atheist looked directly into the light, "It would be hypocriticalof me to suddenly ask you to treat me as a Christian now, but perhaps you could make the BEAR a Christian"?"Very Well," said the voice.The light went out. The sounds of the forest resumed. And the bear dropped his right paw, brought both paws together, bowed his head & spoke:"Lord bless this food, which I am about to receive from thy bounty through Christ our Lord, Amen."

AH! its soo pretty...let us all take this wonderfully deep lesson to heart...and giggle.
-kat

Grace's Report on Devil's Tuesday

2006-06-10T17:48:00.000-07:00

So apparently, because it was the sixth of June on 2006, we were supposed to have some sort of heretical calendar convergence that's denoting Luficer's presence, as a day. Yes, today we will pay the devil his due in this manufactured allotment of unholy misbehavior. I don't know how this happened, I would have thought people at least gifted enough to have the whole thing thrown off by the zero in 6/6/06, but apparently we like the Satan more than we like our memories of passing simple elementary school math.

This is good for the slackers out there. Now you can blame the malefic forces of darkness for your shitty math grades. It's not the inhereted lack of algebra skills from your retarded parents, or the pill-sponsored ADHD your doc says you have, no, it's Beelzebub himself who made you flunk out of math.

Go humanity, you bright shining star.

It's also Punch An Emo Kid day, which has resulted in gratuitous amounts of sheep-brained people posting that excitingly adorable little promo poster for it, and a prolific sense of violent bigotry towards the most hated (yet most obscenely prevalent) sub-sect of humanity these days.

I was simply unaware, you know, we needed a specific day to punch emo kids.

I thought punching emo kids was something for every day. For a bit of stress relief. For when you see one of the little girl-jeans wearing shits ordering coffee at your favorite cafe. For when you see them walking on the street, talking about the utter suckitude of life in a way that would make the most nihilistic of goth kids roll their eyes and backhand them with one of those spikey wristlets.

But no. Now we need mandated Emo Punching Days.

Now, trust me. I want those emo kids hurt as much as possible. Some days I want to find a little emo crackbaby and torture it in the most brutal way possible. That would not only be amusing, but also well worth the intial amusement, which would be force-feeding an emo mother crack. Let's cut the ears of their whiny little corpses and make necklaces out of them a la Vietnam.

The only thing more that really ticks me off about this day is the fact that all the prophesies lied to me. 666 my ass, it's 6606. Nostradamus obviously failed math...because of the devil! Revelation (NOT RevelationS) is a lie! (calm down, I'm only half serious)

...yeah, I think this entry just turned into Apocalypse Now meets The Omen.

- the infamous ms. grace

Life in my lane

2006-06-04T21:16:00.000-07:00

So ya, i've been feeling kinda lonely lately. Generally i don't post this kinda info and stuff, but i guess i could use some prayer. I'm just really tired of being alone. I've prayed to God and stuff but i'm still alone. I know its stupid and girly but thats how i've been feeling lately. I just really want someone who i can curl up against and they can make everything feel better, or at least make me feel wanted and needed. I just have been feeling like a third wheel, kinda out of sync, not nessacarly unwanted but just unneeded. Like i kinda hang around the back ground, on the edge and not really a part of anything. I know God has someone planned for me, i just pray that he comes sooner than later. Someone who will want me and need me and someone i want and need, and that we both are after God. I'm just soo exhausted emotionally that it makes me so tired physically, and that isn't right. I shouldn't sleep as much as i do. It isn't healthy. Gah....i just really need some prayer. LOTS of prayer. bleh.

Sunday Sunday Sunday

2006-05-30T20:29:00.000-07:00

So yar sunday was muy fun. It was really cool to hang out with everyone. I don't think the youthgroup has really had a big hang out like that in awhile. So it was cool.

Ok, now that i'm no longer a member of said youth group, i won't be coming into the back durning church anymore, also i won't be praticpating in the small groups. Please don't anybody be offended its not you, its just i don't feel like its right for me to stay when i'm not a member anymore. Its like highschoolers hanging around the middle school campous and going to middle school activites, its just kinda wierd. But i am hoping to get a college group operating again. Small groups ARE important, i just would like to attend one that was directed at people my age and junk. I'm sorry. I just really don't feel like i should be doing that, i dunno. But i still love all of you.

On brighter less offensive notes, i've dyed my hair. Its A-mazing, its all red and junk i love it. Its all cool and junk.

ttfn
kat

LIfe in the Big People world

2006-05-29T18:45:00.000-07:00

So yes i'm enjoying life in the big people world. Doing anything i kinda want. Its been nice. Making my own schedule instead of people making it for me. I always hated that.
out
me

Alumni of Lansing High

2006-05-21T17:23:00.000-07:00

So i am offically no longer a student of lansing high. Making me a student of Emporia State. Wow... it still just blows me away. Lol! I guess i'm kinda still shellshocked. The big bad world is all ready for me...i guess.

The cermony...well it was a cermony. End of story.

I'm just hoping that when i get to Emporia, I'll meet someone. I'm tired of being single, and lonely. A good christian man, who has like thoughts on the world, who can make me laugh, make me feel special. Ok i should stop writing my singles ad. lol!
kat

It is Over

2006-05-16T20:42:00.000-07:00

So school is finally and officaly over. YAY! On sat is my graduation. So i'll be offically a college student. Some days i just forget that its actually over, it almost feels like a dream. LIke today i was at the book store and ran into an aquantince there and we chatted for some time and yet it felt sooo strange like i was someone else. Being out of high school permently is a very different experience.

ANYWHO! Went to prom and had tons o' fun! Me and my friend jeremy went and we danced to all the slow songs (lol) and also to the Time Warp, The Electic Slide, The Chicken Dance and some more! Oh we had sooo much fun! It surprised me how much fun we had. Plus i looked great.

-kat

Love

2006-05-09T12:02:00.000-07:00

Yeah, so i'm so feelin' the love...NOT! Nobody (not including Angie) ever comments on my blog. Seriously i'm not quite sure why i keep up with this bloody thing. ANYWHO!

3 days left of school. Its almost over i can almost touch it.

Still sooo not feeling the love. WHERE'S THE LOVE PEOPLE WHERE'S THE LOVE???!!!!!!!

6

2006-05-04T16:19:00.000-07:00

Yes 6 that is how many days i have left of school! I can't wait! I'm sooo ready for sleeping in. I've been so tired lately. See i've been fighting a cold for quite some time now, but i've just kept going cause i can't really miss any more school, cause that would be silly.

Been trying to be creative again, by working on some of my novellas in progress. But its been a tough process. The only thing is sheer determination and knuckling down. Truthfully i feel completely wrung out but i need to work through this writers block. That way I can stop feeling like i'm giving people the wrong idea about me when they say i'm creative, because for like the past couple years, i've NOT been creative. I've been totally run of the mill. It sucks.

-KAT

SWARM

2006-04-30T14:45:00.000-07:00

So on Sat. i went to SWARM! SWARM is a program at Emporia that helps freshman get a head start at school. So we got a lot of infromation, enrolled in classes, pre-ordered our books, got our student ids and got a checking account at the local bank there. So technically i'm now a student of Emporia State University!!! YA! i'm soooo excited, everyone is sooo nice there and i love the campous i still would love to just wonder around and explore...and check out the...landscape...yeaaahhh....(hotties) ANYWHO! by the way there were quite a few of 'em out there.
For a grad/birfday pres i was thinking of begging my folks for an IPod so that i don't have to take my boombox or any of my cds with me. I think that would save space and would prevent me losing some of my fav cds.
Got my Senior pics taken. I haven't gotten to see what they look like yet though so i'm still waiting for the pics. But some of them i took with my cat, some with my guitar and some just by my lonesome. I hope they turn out well i think they will. I'm barefoot in all of them so and i'm just wearing my green turtle neck so hopefully it will portray the real me. Not someone just dressing up and "smiling" (really they're grimacing). So ya...when those are done i'm hoping to have some to hand out. But thats still in the works.
on other news.
Doing crazzy clean up for Mother's Day and my Mum's birfday since they are so close together. See all my mummmy wanted for both those days is a spectacularly clean house for Bob's grad recpection. So i'm working on that.
hmm...i'm trying to remember if i have home work or not and truthfully i can't really remember so i don't really care.
oh! I'm going to have a poem of mine published in a ameatur poets contest on poetry.com. if i win third place i'll recieve a bronze medal, if i win 2nd i'll win a silver medal and if i win 1st i'll get 1,000 dollars!!!! But that fact that i'm getting published anyways since i made the semifinals. So that will be my third piece being published. I'm really happy, especially since i only submitted cause i kind felt like 1,000 dollars would be really nice for school. But if i win anything i'll let ya'll know. Ok so you are probably wondering what poem it is. Lol! so here it is.

Grace

Why did we slay you Unicorn?
Why did we draw your blood at Calvary?
Why do you still love me sweet Unicorn when I killed you?

Unicorn oh Unicorn my hands are covered in your blood.
Why do you smile and wipe them clean?
Oh Unicorn, strike me for I have stricken you!
Beat me oh Unicorn for I do not deserve your love!
Take your glorious horn and stab me though,
For death is all I deserve.

Why did we slay you Unicorn?
Why did we draw your blood at Calvary?
Why do you still love me sweet Unicorn when I killed you?

I hope ya'll liked it! Obviously its a poem of faith. lol!
KATHLEEN

Tootsie Farkletush

2006-04-26T08:38:00.000-07:00

YOU ALL HAVE TO DO THIS!!! AND YOUR COMMENTS WILL BE YOUR NAMES!! MUAHAAHAH!! lol! Seriously this is hilarious its an email i recieved and HAD to put it on here as you can see the title is my name...muahahaa...

The following is excerpted from a children's book,
Captain Underpants
and the Perilous Pilot Professor Poopypants, by
Dave Pilkey, in which the evil
Professor forces everyone to assume new names...

1. Use the third letter of your first name to
determine your new first name:
A = snickle
B = doombah
C = goober
D = cheesey
E = crusty
F = greasy
G = dumbo
H = farcus
I = dorky
J = doofus
K = funky
L = boobie
M = sleezy
N = sloppy
O = fluffy
P = stinky
Q = slimy
R = dorfus
S = snooty
T = tootsie
U = dipsy
V = sneezy
W = liver
X = skippy
Y = dinky
Z = zippy

2. Use the second letter of your last name to
determine the first half of your new last name:
A = dippin
B = feather
C = batty
D = burger
E = chicken
F = barffy
G = lizard
H = waffle
I = farkle
J = monkey
K = flippin
L = fricken
M = bubble
N = rhino
O = potty
P = hamster
Q = buckle
R = gizzard
S = lickin
T = snickle
U = chuckle
V = pickle
W = Hubble
X = dingle
Y = gorilla
Z = girdle

3. Use the third letter of your last name to
determine the second half of your new last name:
A = butt
B = boob
C = face
D = nose
E = hump
F = breath
G = pants
H = shorts
I = lips
J = honker
K = head
L = tush
M = chunks
N = dunkin
O = brains
P = biscuits
Q = toes
R = doodle
S = fanny
T = sniffer
U = sprinkles
V = frack
W = squirt
X = humperdinck
Y = hiney
Z = juice

Thus, for example, George W. Bush's new name is:
Fluffy Chuckle-fanny .

HAPPY EASTER

2006-04-15T12:41:00.000-07:00

(insert evil laughter here)

2006-04-13T12:20:00.000-07:00

18!! DAYS!!! OH YEAH BABBY! lol...oh i'm sooo ready for school to be over. The weather is already agreeing with me! Nice and warm! The sun is all bright and shiny begging people to come out and play! Today i already sat out in it reading a book. Oh it felt sooo good on my skin! My pasty pale white girl skin!!! lol!!!

On not so bright news, i have to got to the doctor's today to get some blood work done. I've been so completely tired lately no matter how much i sleep that he wanted to take some tests just see whats going on. So yar. I don't really like needles. And the dudes with the needles ALWAYS have a hard time finding my viens...incompentent fools...jk!

Can't wait to graduate! All my stuff came the other day, my cap and gown and my TANKARD!! YES i got a tankard its A-mazing! Also all my invites came and now i'm just waiting on Senior Pictures to take place and then i'll send them. Lol!

ALSO i'm way excited about prom, I've been trying to atleast get some color on my arms and stuff seeing as i'm wearing a strapless dress. Oh the dress is soo pretty. And i'll be wearing pearl earings taht my grandmother sent me that she got as a christmas present from my grandfather! I'm so excited and i'm just absloutely sure this will end up being one of my happiest days.

Th-th-thats all Folks!
Kat

Updating!

2006-04-07T12:21:00.000-07:00

Ok yar i'm finally updating aren't ya'll special?! Not really...anywho... So here i am at work. Yeppers. Today was going to be my sleep in day but no i had to come in. But thats ok. I was awake anyways. Next friday hopefully i'll be able to sleep though.

21 Days left of school! Yeah baby! I'm way mundo exicted! Since i'm already offically a student at Emporia State Universty! Its all so wonderful God has just truly blessed me with this school and how everything is happing so fast and easily. He truly is a wonderful and loving God.

But anyways i'm just hanging out at work, its cool. Its just me and Brian so thats always fun because Brian is funny. And hes mundo talented at the guitar so when he goes to just jam its always great to listen to him play. Unfortuntly i was never given that talent. I can play...i guess, and i enjoy it, but i know i'll never be as good as he is. Or even as good as Lucinda is. Speaking of him, if you haven't gone on his blog and heard his song i strongly suggest you do so its amazing. There is a person truly blessed with a talent.

But thats all i've got to say for today.
THE WONDERFUL BEAUTIFUL INCORRIGABLE
KATHLEEN!!

oh

2006-04-03T11:17:00.000-07:00

I also changed my music video. WATCH IT OR DIE! jk...but seriously i'm pretty handy with a spork so be weary.
-kat

Changed plans

2006-04-02T13:15:00.000-07:00

Ok, so the whole Pride and Prejudice dress is a no go. BECAUSE while my mother and i are were browsing at Rome's Boutique i found the perfect dress. Its a strapless bronze dress. Its so beautiful i think even prettier than the Pride and Prejudice dress that i was considering. Also i have a date so i don't have to go stag. My friend Jeremy and i are going together so I know we'll have fun. *evil laughter* For those of you how know Jeremy you'll understand. So yar!

Ugh, its sad about the Seven Project but i know its for a good reason even though dependeing on what day it is in the future fall i may or maynot be able to attended. *sobs* Its all Lucinda's fault! jk...really i am...hehe. But we still had fun i think that night anyways. Ugh...their youth room is off the CHAIN!! lol! Its soo cool!!!

So not much else is really going on. Just have like 28 days left of school!!! YESS!!! My last day is the 11 or 12 of MAY! so i only have this month left and then its practacilly over!! No i'm not counting the days till my highschool career is blissfully over!!! HAHA!!! Then my grad is on the 20 ya'll have to attended. i will have proper invitations comeing out...sometime. lol. i'm way lazy.

-kat

Rules O' Dating AGAIN

2006-03-23T14:44:00.000-08:00

OK! So i posted this eons ago but still it is awesome beyond compare so i am posting it once AGAIN! lol...

Rules of Dating a Marine's Daughter

Rule One:If you pull into my driveway and honk, you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure not picking anything up.

Rule Two:You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.

Rule Three:I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open-minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.

Rule Four:I'm sure you've been told that in today's world sex without utilizing a "barrier method" of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate. When it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.

Rule Five:It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is "early."

Rule Six:I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.

Rule Seven:As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?

Rule Eight:The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka - zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies that feature chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.

Rule Nine:Do not lie to me. On issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.

Rule Ten:Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over the Iraqi desert ... the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit your car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car - there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.

Rules of Dating a Marine's Son Rule One:Be agreeable and cook him a nice hot meal whenever possible. (Prerequisite: Learn to cook)

Pride and Prejudice

2006-03-23T06:57:00.000-08:00

GAHH!! I've been reading Pride and Prejudice since i LOVED the movie, no not the new one but he BBC version with...COLIN FIRTH! That yummy man beastie! Anywho, its awesome, its actually taking me a wee bit longer than my other books merely because i'm lazy and haven't really been reading anything and also because the words Jane Austin uses are absloutely beautiful! Her style of writing IS like none other! She is rockin'! lol its true though really it is.

SO OTHER THINGS I THINK ARE IMPORTANT BUT REALLY AREN"T!

Youth group last night was really good. Great job Lucinda for a good lesson and also great job worship team it was really great last night.

Believe me or not but i'm actually going to prom this year, being my senior year and it being prom i felt the stresses of tradtion wiegh upon me and decided to obey them...just this once. I've already picked out a dress its purty. Its very PRIDE AND PREJUDICE looking, lol, yeah i'm on a kick. But i am pleased with my selection, since i feared looking at dress after dress and never finding anything except dress that only a dead rat could look good in. But only after minutes of surfing the great big web i found it at David's Bridal.

Look you learned something today! I don't know what it is but you learned it you smarty you!

-Kat

A silly little quiz thingy lol!

2006-03-14T14:04:00.001-08:00

Four Jobs I've had...
vol at the Carol Mansion doing inventory work
The Tune Shop
Aiding at the Library at School, ya'll might not see it as a job but i do.
Baby Sitting ALL DAY!! ugh that was horrible.

Four Movies I Can Watch Over and Over...
Emporer's New Groove
Robin Hood Men in Tights
Company Of Wolves
Nightmare Before Christmas

Four TV Shows I Love to Watch...
CSI
Teen Titans
Ghost Whisper
Medium

Four Places I've Been on Vacation...
Texas
Amazon
Georgia
The Florida Keys

Four Favorite Dishes...
Steak w/ Baked potatoe
Sushi
My Dad's fried rice
um...Food?

Four Websites I Visit (somewhat) daily...
www.blogger.com
www.deviantart.com
www.goldenwolfen.com
and my email of course

Four Places I'd Rather Be...
Texas
Ireland
Bahamas
Scotland

Four Blogs I'd Like to See do This Quiz...
Angie
Eric
Bob
Kim

Want a New Post?

2006-03-10T13:31:00.000-08:00

It ain't right in my world at the moment.

Car license plates re-arrange in front of my eyes to display "who dares wins". Vengeful demons inhabit bumpers and pay me lip service, calling me names. I ignore them and they reshape themselves into humanoid figures and step away from the car to engage me in incoherent fisticuffs before being knocked out of existence by private investigators shaped like dogs, who fight amongst themselves in a private telepathic war of attrition. I am told to ignore what I have seen, and go about my day, but I can't. Oh, I can't.

Horrible things are happening, and I have no one to tell. I try to explain the devil's details that singe my cortex and they tell me that my insomnia is making me hallucinate. The slumber that has forsaken me only opened my eyes to the true torment that hides behind our world! And no one will listen...

Anti-abortionists are crucified in front of crowded orphanages by jeering legions of re-animated fetuses, all wearing crowns of mangled coat hangers. I've seen it, damn you. Seen it with these two eyes of mine, the eyes infected with icebergs, great hunks of ice that scream curses as they launch themselves like cruise missiles at hapless cruise liners. The cruise liners re-attack by arranging themselves in the secret names of cosmic beings long since lost to the awesome entropic energies that can kill even the most resilient of gods, calling upon the death juice of horrendous things beyond all comprehension. Multitudes of innocent passengers and criminal warlords are lost in these cataclysmic and unyielding struggles between ice and metal, and I am forced to behold all of the desecrations. Arsonists done up on angel dust stand outside churches, chanting esoteric grindcore lyrics in a vain attempt to light matches through the pure power of grind. I watch this while bewildering battles between sandworms and tapeworms escalate in my intestinal tract as proselytizing enzymes convert my digestive juices over to Catholicism. Slow churches build themselves into my bloodstream, evangelizing my organs and starting holy wars with my epidermis. My tongue carries on a singular jihad against unicorns while my forehead's stigmata drips whiskey so potent when I pass by winos they serenely seizure from benedictions of booze.

Toy stores sell carnivorous teddy bear assassins originally created by alcoholic alchemists to attack belligerent Nazi sorcerers. Now trapped in fur and armed with powers stolen from delusional armored ghosts who died in the first Crusades. It all seemed perfectly reasonable at the time, but now these creatures are unleashed upon innocent children and no one knows. Mangled bodies of young children are found in alleyways with ornate silver swastikas impounded into their foreheads and unspeakable warnings carved into them, blood trickling widely around the words, unwilling to come into contact with such profanations. The coroners who read these warnings die of brain cancer within weeks.

If I didn't know any better, I would tell you how all the art galleries in this city aren't full of people, they're full of slowly moving flesh sculptures that pretend to be uncultured bastards, when touched threaten to ship off morally ambiguous living helicopters to war-torn African countries. But I do know better, and I know none of you have seen the horrors and that inhabit this misbegotten midwestern liberal hellhole. The occult and surreal haunts me and poison my every step, burning my footprints into the sidewalk and leaving black and white photographs fluttering upward from each flicker of dancing lurid flame. The people seen in these pictures have all died from growing supernumerary bones through vital organs. I feel my own bones grinding against each other and wonder constantly what fate awaits me.

Hello, my name is Grace, and this is what I have to deal with sometimes.

- the infamous

Chicken and Stars

2006-03-10T10:12:00.000-08:00

To show my sweet devotion to Campell's Chicken and Stars soup i shall come up with a glorious and perfect poem off the top of my head.

I love Chicken and Stars.
Chicken and Stars I love.
The noodle shaped stars so soft and moist,
and covered with the chickeny flavor of love.

THANK YOU AND GOOD NIGHT!
-kat

LiFE

2006-03-05T12:31:00.000-08:00

Ok so here i am updating. Yay for me.

So lately i haven't been able to sleep so i find my self staying up till like 3 in the morning and then of course i have to wake up around 7:30ish to go to school. It isn't cool.

yesterday we rearranged our living room. It looks pretty cool. My mum watches a lot of Home and Garden tv.

AHHH!!! I've got something in my eye and it stings real bad. My eye is getting all water and stuff ew!!!

Moving on.

Been feeling really rather distant lately. Distant from God, from my family and from myself. i don't know why and i can't explain how but i do. I just don't feel intouch anymore. Then again i've never really connected well with the world around me. But i find myself wandering around my house aimlessly and feeling like there is supposed to be a purpose but i don't know what it is. Also have been feeling a bit low. Been sick and that always drags me down but also spirtiually low, been kinda snippy and stuff with people. I just don't want to deal with people lately. I find myself holed up in my room just staring at the ceiling and i think why? Why, am i here when i'm not doing anything? But i just stay there until one of my parents yells for me to come and do a chore or eat or something. i dunno i'm just kinda draggin' i guess.

Whatever.

This has been a beautiful life changing message brought to you by The Glorious and Perfect Kathleen

Sick

2006-02-28T09:59:00.000-08:00

Ugh...i'm sick. I hate being sick. I feel like Dumbo fell from the sky and landed on me. poo. I was feeling better yesterday though. Had a good day too, went to lunch with Charity and Luke. We went to China Buffet and it was rockin'.

Got a new guitar. Its BEAUTIFUL!! its a Luna! and it plays wonderfully.

My cat keeps alternating between being absloutly adorable and evil. But then again that isn't anything new.

I've been a slacker on my deviantart site and haven't posted anything new in awhile. I need to scan more art in and submit it.

GAHHH!!!!

I think i'm going to dig in my fridge for some chow and then crash. I'm soooo tired its not funnny. Really it isn't. STOP LAUGHING!!! My heart is crushed.

so enjoy.

-kat

PS Wed. Is Seans 16th B-day so yar i'm going to be making a cake and bringing it in on wed. So be there or...not...get...cake? YA!

Unsettling Things I Write When I Get Pompous, Delusional, And Vaguely Omnipotent

2006-02-20T17:44:00.000-08:00

Back again back again. I've been away and I've been busy, kids. Blogger, I have neglected you (you know, I've started every other post for the past couple of months with something like that) but I'm back at the moment. I've been away, being that overhyped insolent demi-god of the intarweb you know, fiendishly worshipped and vigorously mocked.

Let me tell you crazy kids, being a demi-god ain't all it's cracked up to be.

Sure, you get some snazzy powers, and there's the whole immortality and prescience and resilience thing brought on board, but you know, I used to be a Messiah (of the Working-Class stature), and that was fine with me. Though I worried about the retirement clause in the dark hours of the night. Things happen. Things involving nails and martyrdom, and as much as I like you guys, you're not worth getting pinned like an especially mouthy butterfly to a cross just so you can feel guilt-free or some shit like that. It happens. I've seen the pictures.

So I upgraded. It's not so bad. The ascension, all in all, was a pretty entertaining process. Sacrifices, lots of chanting, people who don't have any idea watching through the windows, probably wondering why there's guys writing things in blood on the walls. It's like the antithesis of a Mormon funeral. Acolytes are a fucking dreary bunch, if I do say so myself. Always with the black robes, and the chanting, and the standing around looking all mysterious and arcane and shit. You know why they're so dour? Eunuchs! So fucking boring. "What's the score?" "They took my balls." Like a broken bloody record, they are. Ask them any damn question and they're always like "They took my balls". It's like a malfunctioning oracle, only less likely to make some dumbass hero all puffed up on himself go charging into a maze looking for a baby and a three eyed bull. I never pay attention to the legends anyways.

And the gods, the full-fledged ones, oh how they look down on you. Just because, you know, there's a demi in front of my godly title doesn't make me any less of a god than you, you self-righteous pricks! Okay...maybe it does, but, that's beside the point. Always with the proclamations of "Thou shalt fetch me some more salt for my popcorn" when you're in the theatre. They don't even need to go to the theatre. It's all for show, just so they can order us demi-gods around. Then there's God, and you just can't spell His name without self-righteous. Thinks because He made the entirety of the cosmos He has the right to be a sanctimonious prick. Well, for sure, but there was stuff around before Him. Okay, there wasn't stuff around before Him, but there were conceptualizations of the..you know what, when you ascend to demi-godhood, I'll take you to a coffeeshop that doesn't exist, so you can get over your metaphysical hang-ups. Unfortunately, all dieties are obligated by divine right to report in to Omniscience, LLC. It's this big bloody company that keeps track of all the gods, goddesses, demi-gods, godlings, semi-gods (don't you dare make a trucker joke, I will have you garroted) messiahs, saviors, that whole lot. It's fairly well put-together, if you can get used to the paperwork. Dear sweet fancy Moses, the paper. A piece of advice -- never smite anyone right before review. You have to file in triplicate, why you were smiting, who got smoted, what form of heresy, who witnessed said heresy, what the heresy entailed. Everyone's so uptight about heresy. And then you have to do it in Latin.

You'd think, after years of seeing it all over the place, mostly in stand-up comedy, they'd be less of a bunch of pricks about it, and do what Buddha did, and eat a lot of Mexican food and hang out in techno clubs. You won't find the Buddha on the road, but you will find him at The Eidolon Studio getting down with his fat shiny golden boogie. It's not a pretty sight. Speaking of not a pretty sight, you wouldn't believe the things that Inhuman Resources makes you do. I'd tell you, but then you wouldn't be able to eat for a month and a half. And then you wouldn't get to partake in any of the real ambrosia.

All right, I've got to go. Allah found out they were serving bacon sandwiches in the employee cafeteria and now we have to go to some sort of empowerment lecture and tolerance and all the good new age crap.

- the infamous ms grace

Yeppers

2006-02-20T10:34:00.000-08:00

Ok so i've been kinda lazy lately and sleeping in and stuff. I've just been so tired and stuff i don't know whats wrong with me, you'd think i'd get enough sleep but i dunno. I guess its because i feel like there isn't anything better to do.

I'm so tired of staring at the walls of my house. I'm always either here, or at skool or at work or church. I NEED NEW ENVOIRNMENT!!! I feel like an animal pacing its cage. Also i want to go somewhere where i don't need to spend money. I feel like i'm slowly gonna go crazy i've been breazeing through books like non other. I don't really like watching tv so i don't watch tv. I'm like the only one on the computer during the day. I feel like pulling out my hair or getting crazy tattoos just for something to happen!! I'm looking forward to college just for a break in routine.

-kat

Walking on the phone lines

2006-02-13T19:29:00.000-08:00

Silences are truly golden because in them -through them -we can hear our perfect imperfections resonate through spectral bandwidths, connecting mutual considerations and electric contemplations, across oceans, states, and nations.

Not that there is much silence to be had.

~grace

Happy Singles Awareness Day!

2006-02-13T11:13:00.000-08:00

Yep so its that time of year again. The one where every fool puts their little hearts out on the line to be crushed.

I'm surpirsed the sucide rate isn't high durning this time as well as Christmas.

So i'm gonna be codirecting a play! YAY for me! my career(notreally) is soaring! I'll be famous in not time flat.

Shoulder is still bothering me. I have no idea what i did to it it just aches everynow and then and if i do to much pyschally labor (like moving tons of heavy books in the library) it hurts. The muscles get all tight or something and it feels like someone is stabbing me. Like right now. ugh.

SO! yar....not much else is going on with the sexybeast kathleen! So untill next time!

CIAO!!!

ME! THE SEXY irritable, ireplaceable, estactic, gorgeous one...KAT!

Dear Blogger, (And All The Other Weird People Who Read This

2006-02-10T14:33:00.000-08:00

Today is one of those uninspired days where I don't even have the energy to yell at the lot of you in that charming hypocritically sarcastic way. That, and really, the censorship debate has been played out everywhere else, so a rebuttal is unnecessary. You all can do it, but, everything I was thinking about has been said to death by other people, so the hell with it, I've said my piece and satire'd it up, so I am done. Though I got called the spawn of Satan, which was fairly awesome.

More fascinating and totally unrelated entries shall follow at some point, or maybe just more of my pretentious and irreverent verbose jackassery and poetry.

If you're one of the new subscribers, feel free to browse through the archives (along the side) for further amusement while I rid myself of this headache and gear up for more writing. There's a lot of crap, but, some decently entertaining stuff in there.

One final note -- as it turns out, listening to grindcore extremely loud isn't the most productive way to solve a headache.

- the infamous

Inherit the Wind

2006-02-09T16:17:00.000-08:00

I don't swear for the hell of it. Language is a poor enough means of communication. We've got to use all the words we've got. Besides, there are damn few words anybody understands.

Grace

Updating...whoopee...

2006-02-06T13:21:00.000-08:00

OK i'm finally updating good for me.

Been spending my days listening to 102.1 and reading alot. Today i was left without a car so i was stuck here at home...poo. I wanted subways for lunch but was stuck with leftover pasta(which i shared with my cat). It was ok not very filling so i compenstated with saltine crackers(which i shared with the dogs) and some icecream(which i didn't share at all). So i've been updating today, i update my deviant and also am updating here....not that you actually care.

SO! I'm mondo-excited about ATF and the concert on Wed. It'll be wicked fun. I'm planning a way emo outfit to wear just because i can. But it'll be way fun anyways. MUAHAHA!!! wait i can't laugh even if its evil...emos don't laugh...the sob..MUAHAHAH!! yar i'm wicked way emo! lol...

MOVING ON! I love this radio station! Been listening to it nonstop! I feel all up to date and in the loop with music now and i'm also getting my beloved 80s and 90s music. YAY!

gah....

-kat

did you know..

2006-02-05T20:28:00.000-08:00

did you know that when its this cold outside, the stuff in the brain that makes angry people mad gets freezy and they go super crazy angry lashing stuff ninja go?

i will stay well clear of crazy angry people in this weather. leavenworth is good for me and the walrus who does a cover of slick ricks childrens story.

man why cant i make a catapult?

grace

Silence, you.

2006-01-28T18:37:00.000-08:00

As bad as I am, I am consoled by the fact that I am truly worse than I seem.

Grace

Freakin' Cold

2006-01-28T13:15:00.000-08:00

Its sooo cold in my house right now. I can see my breath...ok not really but my fingers are really cold.

Also i'm putting my kitty on a diet. Hes too fat. Ok so hes not tooo fat hes perfectly plump but i don't want him to get unhealthy fat so i'm restricting how many times a day i feed him. He doesn't like it at all and hes bugging me at this very momment but will resist! Hes just so cute!

END

-kat

Kill The Sky

2006-01-28T08:31:00.000-08:00

It's times like these that I either feel like making an extended and extremely witty list, swearing out a lot of people for cathartic purposes, or puking up my guts.

Probably going to be the last one, as the poem...whatever...thing I was working on just dissolved itself into a couple dozen scattered and pointless lines. While other blogger poets may try to get away with that, not me, nossir, I have a reputation for straight-up well-done mediocre poetry and I'm going to keep it like that.

My immune system's been haywire. I'm starting to think whoever put together my system wasn't just utterly insane, but hell-bent on making strange things happen to me all my life.

I require soup. Of course, I'm not much of a forward thinker, so I already ate all the soup in the house earlier this week. Apparently there's garlic bread and tortilla chips and some sandwich rudiments around. Plus a bucket of KFC that Moses might have partaken of.

Jeez louise, Moses, save some chicken for the rest of us.

Ahh, I've just said jeez louise. The power of decongestants rides within me once more! Soon I'll have one of those explosive-decompression nosebleeds and lie on my floor alternating between laughing and thinking incredibly fatalistic thoughts. Fun.

I was going to formulate a list of things that I wouldn't miss about Lansing and then the things I would. I really need to get out of this place. If only because my stagnant social situation resembles a Mexican soap opera on crack meets a Britcom. Which is to say everyone is pompous, absurd, the women are noisy and pointlessly melodramatic, and I'm never quite sure what the hell is going on but I'm likely to hear someone yelling at me in Spanish. All right, that last part isn't true, but I'd really appreciate it, because it would be something new. Same old patterns for as far as I can see.

Chicago. Land of the rising sun. Wait, that's Japan. Well damn, I'll take Chicago to Japan. That'll make me right. No problem for a demi-god. You know, I've always thought INXS was far better than The Cure, and I think that makes me a heretic. I'm a sly old heretic. Can you be a heretic and a demi-god? I hope so. I don't need your Jesus. I need feeHEEeelings. I hate that song. Right now I have that disturbing NIN version of "In Da Club" on and I'm wondering what sort've drugs a person had to do to come up with that.

Because I want some. Though, I'm starting to feel a bit scattered. Not like, you know, Legos, I mean, I'm just feeling a bit off. As opposed to on. Not like a kill-switch though. I'm fairly certain I don't have one of those. I am not a machine! Just an organic pain collector dissolved into improperly placed cellular structures. That's a very unpleasant machine right there. Now I want a torture machine. Just something I don't even have to work with, just something I could shove some mouthy self-righteous person into and then leave, and come back to gobbets. And let me tell you, gobbets has a finality you can't achieve with machete, a day off, and a work ethic.

I'm thinking I have to throw in something about robots raping cowboys but I wasn't reading Burroughs today, I was reading Glamorama and trying to figure out if Bret Easton Ellis was sucking at the whole writing thing or not. I think he is, but I think he's making a good show of it, so I can forgive. Though Less Than Zero was just a failure. Or maybe I'm not west coast enough for that sort've thing. Damm it all. I need to spend less time in bookstores. At least around here. Although truth be told I haven't been spending much time doing anything these days. Writing and not using half of it, sitting around at home not even drinking heavily, just doing...nothing.
Makes me think about high school. Makes me wonder just what it is I have been doing this whole time. I wasn't in any clubs, or anything extracurricular, or really, doing anything. zbut really, I do have friends. Just like when asked if I had any friends, sure, I'd think about the people I hung out with the most, but really in the end there was a distinct lack of human compassion and warmth and actual connections being made. I blame m'self though so it's all good. The blank spots. What the did I do. Well I've got a fucking future now but it's hard not to be fatalistic. But what the hell. Where ...I lack for a legacy. Too busy being extraordinary to enjoy the ordinary things and work that into a Joe Walsh joke. But it's there in spirit. I think blogger and my keyboard conspire to exaggerate all my angst and make me come off like even more of a drama nut self-obsessed kid than I really am. Well that's the internet for you.

Thanks, internet.

I'm thirsty. There's blood on my shirt.

I think I found a violin.

- the infamous

Yar

2006-01-27T09:58:00.000-08:00

So yes....

Last night Bob, Jbob, Big Ryan and Melba came and ate food and hung out. Also we toasted to Australia day! WOOT! anywho then we talked trash on luke fooorrreeevveeerr! Not really but yar.

So that was what i did.

Another story for you and all your igonrance.

SO! There was once a sexy beast dectective called Agent Sexybeast and singlehandly she found all the cules and busted some old granny for being the leader of the mob group called S.T.A.I.N. Then she celebrated by eating Boston Cream pie and listened to all 80s lunch on 102.1 MUAHAHAHAHAA! it was wonderful.

ah well

2006-01-23T13:12:00.000-08:00

So my wonderful plans of excitment were dashed upon the rocks of life. Damn them all.

So instead of thinking up something smart i'm going to make up a story off the top of my gorgeous head.

There once was a man named Hoork, this man Hoork had a terrible lisp. It made him overly selfconcious about everything he did. The end.

Wasn't that a fantastic story!? Shouldn't i win the pulitzer price?!!! OF COURSE I SHOULD YOU MISERABLE MAGGOT!! BOW DOWN TO MY SUPERIOR WISDOM AND BEAUTY!
-kat

YO YO YO!

2006-01-23T09:56:00.000-08:00

ok...so i live a boring life. But whatever. So i love my shorten schedlue i've gotten in some serious reading, almost finsihed with a six book serious that i started right before christmas break. i'm on the last book which i started today and i'm already half done.

Also i have time to actually go and spend the money i make! I have to go and pick two books from waldens today, spend more money at claries, then of course go to baristas for yummies then i might have taco bell for lunch. Yep sounds like a day well spent to me! MUAHAHAHA!!
-kat

"So, Grace, What Are You Going To Do With The Rest Of Your Life?"

2006-01-17T17:18:00.000-08:00

Back and rambling;

Sorry for the lag in posting, I've been drowning myself in apathy, and angst. I feel like a real writer now, except for the fact I haven't been doing any actual writing. It's been ages since I've written a short story. Ages. I remember last time I did a short story, the woolly mammoth was rather impressed and decided not to squash me. Then I stabbed him and used him to make a fur coat. Fun. It was him or me, and I had a harpoon gun. I call it the Cullmaster. When I'm alone, I pet it like a cat and tell it stories. But in the long run, I just haven't written any short stories. I've started a few, but in the end I just write clever ways to kill all the characters involving umbrellas, unicorn jihads, and the occasional appearance of large star ships crashing into small east coast liberal towns and liberating the people from the mortal coil in a firestorm of quantum-based probability engines. And one guy survives, to drink all the booze and root beer while participating in Za Zen sitting meditation.

Muahaha.

I'm immortal!

Ahem.

No finished poetry either. All I have are lines that don't properly dance and follow and lead each other around. My typical fumbling erotographomania is in a serious downswing. So now I have a few documents full of clumsy lines, which makes it sound like I have jagged cocaine occupying my computer. Well, **** you, cocaine, my computer is fairly drug-free, unless you count my sweet sweet word drugs. In which case those drug-sniffing dogs are going to stop on by and chew on my *butt* for awhile. To prevent this, I will stop keeping steak in my back pockets.

Don't look at me like that. You never know when you might need some steak. I've had many a steak-related emergency, and having a steak on hand at all times is rather useful. It doesn't make for much of a weapon, but slapping a vegetarian with a steak always results in amusing screams and blood splatters. And god knows, if it screams and splatters blood all over the place,

Why haven't I been writing much lately? I've got no inspiration, BUT I HAVE mastered throwing small children into wood chippers and laughing myself sick.

Interesting events have moved into the realm of nonexistent. I think it's high time I found a job. But what to do? I want something interesting that actually challenges me, but, I've got nothing. What could I do? Mad scientist? I've got the hair for that. Although, I nearly failed all of my science classes back in high school, mostly due to academic apathy, a high level of intolerance for taking notes, and a tendency to throw around beakers full of volatile substances. Also, according to some bizarre and rather stupid law, making a meth lab in the back of class does not earn you extra credit. Neither does trying to sell it to my fellow students. Apparently capitalism never flourished properly in the North Science Room 2A.

Well **** you, Lansing, I can be an adventuresome capitalist if I want. Then, a warlord. Yeah, I said it. Drugs, and explosions. Apparently my science class was like a failed rock career. All we needed was half a dozen trash-talking aliens from some obscure nebula and we could have had a sitcom.

Taking off from that warlord idea, I should run for mayor of Lansing. Of course, I'd have to actually get involved in politics, which means I would go utterly batshit insane, but that just increases my chances of winning. My platform would advocate constant violent interrogation of local hippies, eugenics, unparalleled drug abuse by public officials, and replacing all the local statues with Pong arcade machines. My entire administration would be based around be unproductive and driving people out of this city, until KCCC was forced to shut down and replaced with a weapons factory, in which case we would hold hunts on the Commons for the homeless to test the weapons on. Tell me you can't envision a bunch of drugged-up, suit-wearing lawyers with machetes and sub machine guns and nets tear-assing down the street after a screaming hobo and his trail of urine and booze. That would rock. After we've annihilated the homeless and the hippie problem, it's time we moved on to simple enslavement of the local populace. But not physical enslavement! Oh no, that's too good for the Lansing residents... I'd go with full mental enslavement, which would require hiring espies, and I tend to shoot those *things*, but I think I can hold off my trigger-happy impulses for long enough to have a bunch of hyped-up psychics destroy the minds of everyone in this county. Not that it'd take much work, reading the local paper. If anyone else wants in on this sweet bargain of destroying a town, feel free to give me a ring.

Other people probably won't want to go as far as me, but that's why they're stuck being small time, and I'm the Infamous.

Grace

ok

2006-01-16T10:45:00.000-08:00

So today i have no school...woot...but i'm home doing nothing. And i'm not gonna leave cause sean busted his ankle so i'm gonna stay home and take care of him cause he doesn't need to be walkin' on it.

Another note...PEOPLE NEED TO LEARN TO ANSWER THEIR PHONES!!!! those people know who they are. Its vastly annoying to be desperatly trying to reach someone and them just sit there and let there phone ring and ring untill the answering machine comes on and i have to leave a message which does me NO GOOD!!!!!!! people have phones to answer them to be in contact with them. And i absloutely hate it when people say on there answering machines that hi this is (insert name) i can't answer my phone right now so leave me a message...or whatever but the phone rang of the damned hook!!! OF COURSE YOU CAN ANSWER IT!!! its not that complicated!! if you don't want anyone calling you just turn the stupid thing off!! gahhh......angerangerangerwrathwrathwrath.....

-kat

Work and stuff

2006-01-13T14:42:00.000-08:00

Been working more and stuff need el mula for skool. Ugh life outside of my folks house doesn't look cheap. Oh well.

So i left the other post by Grace up for so long because it is absoulutely hysterical. So...yar read it.

So high skool is doing ok, i have three classes as of the other day. So my counsler calls early in the morning to tell me that i need another credit...soi have to come in for another class. But its Sci Fi so its fun and interesting a lot of reading needs to be done for this class so i have to catch up seeing as they are ahead of me because i've gone a couple of weeks already with out being in that class. yeah...i wasn't happy.

Tomarrow gonna go to OMalleys!! Yeah...Its a neat little irish pub in weston so i'll hang out watch the bands drink soda or water and have good conversation with my dad and a few others. So it should be really fun or at least relaxing.

So yeah thats my life right now...yes it is rather pathetic but whatever.

-kat

The Sort Of Things I Get Up To While Mildly Intoxicated (on cold medicine) And Armed With My Ego

2006-01-08T07:16:00.000-08:00

Apparently I'm marrying a exceedingly attractive and witty Russian man from the City and we're going to start an Institute of assassins, and generally superior good-looking people. Our progeny will rule the world. Then they will fight me and Ren's spawn to death. I will rent out a coliseum for this event.

Frankly, I'm going to have to do a lot of procreating, and the sooner we start, the sooner I can declare myself Empress and finally have an excuse for being so pompous.

Of course, this means I'll have to build a palace. And if there's any place to build a palace, it's in the City. So I think I'll have my fiendish army take over Manhattan and convert that entire part of the city into one vast interconnected palace structure. We'll have a mixture of old Chinese dynasty roofs, Russian towers, those strange English castles, and basically hybrid architecture. But we'll hire people who know what they're doing so it looks cool.

Maybe some Tudor thrown in, because I'm a New England sorta gal.

Also, skyscrapers. I want to own a skyscraper and spend most of my days on the roof playing the cello and watching the helicopters. I don't play the cello and I despise heights but I figure if I have to be some sort of Empress-Assassin-God then I'm going to need a disguise to put people off their guard. It's either that or throwing harpsichords off said roof onto random passerby, which I might just do anyways.Though from that height it's disorienting and hard to aim.

From here, I will establish my Empire. I am unsure where to start, but New York makes for a great staging point for anyone to start a political ascendancy. We'll be a dictatorship soon enough, and really, I'd rather be the woman in charge than the woman sitting on her butt staring at the television saying "To hell with me running I knew I shoulda taken up the Russian on his offer!". This is why you always take up Russians on their offers. They are an especially crafty folk. They're not Italians by any means, but you can still have a rough time of it playing them in chess. Only in a waffle house, though. They get temperamental if they lose at chess in any place but a waffle house. They'll stab you any place else. But Russians are amazing at chess.

And waffles are awesome.

But anyways. After making myself the New York Empress with my court a Minister Of State, I'll make Kat the Court Jester, and I'll have appointed a whole bunch of other people I know into various positions of power because I figure that's a good way to stay amused and be an American -- put your friends into office with you so you're never bored. It works for other administrations. Plus we could all get drunk and start fights with peasants.

Am I getting ahead of myself? I think I am. After the New York Empire takes over the rest of the states, I shall declare myself the Great North American God Empress, because I like declaring stuff, and then I'll bring the entire hemisphere into a new age of cyberpunk sword fights, gun fights, eugenics by way of harpoon guns, feudal democracy, and contradictory politics for my own sick amusement. Soon there will be Great Houses, political factions, guilds, and eventually the Landsraad, and then I can die happy, and OD'd on Dune references. And melange, because I'd want to live a long time and I'd chew that stuff like it was Pez.

He who controls the Pez, controls the universe!

It'll be great.

Grace

'i think I understand why watches don't work around you, Grace'

2006-01-06T19:35:00.000-08:00

OK, I was told to edit this post so I am... For those of you who haven't yet read it I'm not changing the message, only most of the offensive language. I'm leaving some of it, to make a point. Don't like it? Sorry? Nay, I'm not sorry. Feel what I'm writing and stop worrying about my choice of words. God never told me I couldn't curse, only not to use his name in vain.

Take that, stick it in your hippy peace pipe, and smoke it.

I wish I could draw again, really.

But it's not the haunting clarity right now, because I have been thinking a bit clearer, having exculpated my self-destruction for awhile at least, so now I can think about it in that good old fashioned worrisome disconnected fashion. I suppose that's why the objectivists still read me despite our intense differences; I have a clarity of self-awareness they admire. Of course, unlike them, I chose to do nothing about it, but, meh, fatalism blah blah...you've been here before, I assume.

Back, back and forth and forth.

Introspection is built on this endless spiral for me. It's not a circle -- I never re-arrive at conclusions, though I'd be the first to admit I get stuck in a nice rut and lose my point a lot but for now, I've got that lovely curtain of calm existential dread and I mean to use it to articulate the hell out of this bitch.

Self-destruction! Oh, it's fun, both the real life version and the True Hollywood stories version, except Hollywood likes to leave out the desperate loneliness in favor of the melodramatic narcissism. I like to combine both, because it makes me feel interesting and theatrical.

Hurray for sarcasm. I'm extraordinary.

But, I'm dying. It's that simple. I mean, we're all dead or dying, you morons, but this is different. Or not, but the only people I could ask are either dead or too far beyond the point in their lives when they went through this to be of any real help. Maybe it's just losing my grip and something else is pushing that along. Momentum. Too easy to fall into that momentum.

It's easy to define it as me just self destructive and write me off because I lack the sense of self-gratified accomplishment, which is true, for all my ego and pompous sardonicism, I never feel like I've actually done anything. Probably because if you take a nice look back, I don't do anything and I never have. I lied and I talked and I wrote and I bitched a lot, and if you catch me when my creative equilibrium is perfect I'll unwrap a soliloquy driven by miserable solitude, and the endless baleful spirit of creativity. I can talk a lot of crap before I die; I never run out of ideas, I just run out of ways to express them that sound different. Not that we don't all fall into that little lull. I just make sweeping gestures with mine. And I'm a total hypocrite, but it was that or be sanctimonious, and I really do try to avoid that. I can't avoid being pretentious, so I've made an art form of that.

Losing track of the point again, because my head hurts like all unholy *stuff* and it's probably the only reason I'm thinking straight instead of frightening my colleagues (for I really lack for friends) and people with that empty look in my eyes, though it's interesting to see people's reaction. I wonder what they're reacting too -- the look in my eye that's me having tossed myself into a pit of self-pity that I endlessly reiterate to those who ask? Or just the perpetually haggardness of a girl who's finding the edge and running along it as fast as she can? Intimidation through the obvious look of the inevitable?

When I think of this, I smile. It's the most terrifying thing I can do.

I realize how out of tune with the rest of the world I am now. I don't establish much rapport (RAPPORT, this weeks vocab word, take that, Bach) anymore and what I do have is weakened constantly by either inattentiveness or moments of startling apathy. Not that I don't long for any sort of real tangible physical comfort, but just that presence, but I'm acutely aware that it's my own actions that have led to this distance.

Doesn't make it any less lonely, of course.

I have also noted I am irritated by these people who say the same things over to the same people, to tell the same ones that they love them that they hate them that they miss them and that they know them, and I loathe reading of that more than they would ever know. Why on earth would that irritate me?

Jealousy?

No shit.

I still don't know what to do, but I know what I'm not doing, and by *goodness*, that is a start. Now to see if when the dust settles if I'm face-down in the dirt with the or if I've walked away from it all.

In conclusion;

No, you don't get a good night kiss.

Grace

The big bad world of phones

2006-01-06T11:06:00.000-08:00

So yar i have now got a wicked cool celly phone!! yay for me!! it even has pics on it and stuff!!! yay. So that is all

Angie left *cries* we all miss her. And i'm extremely bored because i have naught to do since i only have 2 classes and don't have a second job yet. oh the life of me.
-kat

Skool

2006-01-02T22:22:00.000-08:00

school starts tomarrow. poo on a stick i really don't wanna go but i've only got two classes anyways so it doesn't really matter.
so yar....not feelin' so hot. my throat is hurting me.

So i went to bob's game along with the grif boys+david, angie, luke, jbob and my dad. It was fun, although they lost...*sobs*

Christmas break was fun although i burnt myself on the oven making pies. Its healing slowly and it looks really gross.

So thats all in the life and times of ME
-kat

2006-01-02T16:21:00.000-08:00

GRACE IS BACK

muahahahaha!

Frustration

2005-12-30T11:29:00.000-08:00

So Ang, Kim and I went over to the guys house and learned a new game called frustration. It was mucho fun. Bob won, Jbob got 2nd i got 3rd Ang got 4th and Luke lost, miserably...it was beautiful. The game was way fun cause Bob and Luke kept screaming like a bunch of pansies!!! But yes then us gals went home and and went to sleep, so much for getting a good nights sleep though cause we didn't get home till after midnight.

Also, although i don't want to admit this Luke came over during the day and whooped me and ang at hand and foot. Another card game, it was sad and there were many shed tears...but it was worth it when we obliterated him in Frustration!!! NO TWOS FO YOU!!! lol
-kat

yes...well

2005-12-28T06:57:00.000-08:00

so life has been lifie right now. Angie is here and today we have da plans of planning cards like mad people who do mad things. So yar...that should be fun. Already had breakfast of biscuts and gravy down at Homers cause Homers rocks! Yummy...it was really good, and really cheap and lots of it. So anywho that is all i have going today, last night Ang, Mum and me played cards i was winning until about half way when angie beat me by a few thousand points. its only because i didn't go out though cause i counted thirteen three out of four times. Plus i went out the first time before anyone else did and with an extra red. I just realized that 99% of ya'll have no idea what i'm talking about. OH WELL!

So yar that is what i've been up to....

-kat

CHANGE!!

2005-12-26T16:38:00.000-08:00

I've changed the song thingy...yay me!! SPOONS!

LIFE IN MY LANE!!!

2005-12-26T16:22:00.000-08:00

OK! so yar life in my lane is sexy, why? cause i buy hats and hang wif frineds!!! YAY! frienwds r gooooood!!!!
-kat

Frustration

2005-12-23T12:58:00.000-08:00

After posting several entries here that I took somewhat seriously and got no feedback whatsoever I have decided to abandon blogspot. Maybe not permanently but for a while.

Many of the things I posted about I'm still curious about so if you read them and want to leave me something you can do so HERE. Though I recommend you NOT go to my personal site if your not over the age of... eh... say 15ish? I try to keep it as clean as possible but as you all know blogs are open forums to anyone and I don't always know what people are going to say there.

So long and farewell, my blogging buddies.

Grace

2005-12-22T22:06:00.000-08:00

WHY do we as Christians feel we have to put our label on everything: Christian music, Christian movies, Christian books, etc etc.

Do you see Muslim movies or Muslim music?

Yo yo, it's Muslim rap ya all? ALLAH'S IN DA HOUSE! OH YEAH!

Gonna kill me some whities,

get 72 virgins up in heaven

oh yeah oh yeah

whassup bitches!

And that's my sad statement on religion for today.

-Grace

POSTING

2005-12-22T12:03:00.000-08:00

Ok Kat here with a post, seeing as i've been neglecting my duties as a blogger but thankfully the wonderful Ms. Taft was posting.

Christmas is coming and i've been really trying hard to make this a CHRISTmas if ya catch my drift. And i've also been trying very hard to continually talk to God, to make it a point of spending a bit of me and the Father time.

As you all know my mum is busted up so i've been staying home this past week and takin' care of her. I've been struggling to see this as a way of serving for God and less the middle child being dragged into more chores. Although it has been very hard to not get angry, i've been trying to use it as a way to hang with my mum anyways plus to get stuff done. All the gift i have bought so far a wrapped, the tree is completely decorated, some of the house is getting decorated and i've found some of my fav cds. Cleaning and orginazation is good. But sometimes i still struggle with the feelings of it being a burden that i was forced to bear. Which i know isn't right. But unfortunatly still there.

Recently i've found myself contemplating all kinds of things more and more. Mostly i've been trying to figure out this restlessness in me. Its constantly there and i can't seem to apease it or at least understand it. I just feel as if something is coming, I don't know what but everytime i pray about it this feeling grows stronger and more piercing. Its sooo frustrating to have this constant, i dunno even how to explain it, its almost like i know there is something more out there! Something huge and undescrible! So so close as if its waiting right around the corner! As if its like a word or a name thats hanging on the tip of my tongue or right of grasp and i just can't reach it! ugh...i just dunno. And again i've prayed and prayed for understanding and for knowledge and for wisdom and sense but all that happens is this feeling intensives!! GAHH!! *angerangeranger*

-KAT

sighs

2005-12-21T19:28:00.000-08:00

Deck the halls with mutilated Barbies, fa la la la la, la la la la.

-Ms. Grace

2005-12-21T11:32:00.000-08:00

I've been reading and here are some thoughts I came away from my book with:

If we associate closely with those who are addicted to the pursuit of sense pleasures, power, riches and fame, we shouldn't imagine that we will remain immune from those addictions: in time our own minds will gradually incline to these same ends. If we associate closely with those who, while not given up to moral recklessness, live their lives comfortably adjusted to mundane routines, we too will remain stuck in the ruts of the commonplace.

If we aspire for the highest -- for the peaks of transcendent wisdom and liberation -- then we must enter into association with those who represent the highest. Even if we are not so fortunate as to find companions who have already scaled the heights, we can well count ourselves blessed if we cross paths with a few spiritual friends who share our ideals and who make earnest efforts to nurture noble qualities.

grace

Confused...

2005-12-20T17:37:00.000-08:00

It's me Grace again back with yet another abnormal post.

Is it wrong of me to kind of practice a lot of the Buddha Dharma beliefs along side my biblical beliefs? I shouldn't say "practice..." because it isn't really a religion.

The philosophy is basically the same as biblical beliefs. It's just that its more focused on... self clarification... I don't see anything wrong with broadening my horizons but at the same time I don't want to be doing something God wouldn't want me too.

As anyone that knows me knows, I've been having a very hard time as of late. I've been SO bogged down the the stress of the world and I had been praying and praying and all of a sudden one day I was kind of talking to God as I was organizing my books and I came across this old book about the Buddha Dharma ... it seemed interesting so I gave it a go and its kind of what I need at this point I think. I don't know.

I'm not one to declare my thoughts on such things but that seems to be what I'm doing. I personally think its OK to live and learn. I just want other peoples opinion.

(and this isn't a substitute for the bible)

grace

A Break From the Usual...

2005-12-19T16:12:00.000-08:00

I'm stepping away from what my posts are generally like here at blogspot. They are usually unquestionably cynical and even a but rude and condescending, but hey, that's just the way I am some days.

Anyway, more to the point, today I was talking with some fellow internet people about the creation of the earth. They didn't believe in God and where very scientific in their thinking and the moment I said, "Well I'm a Christian but, ..." It was like intellectual suicide on my part.

They dismissed anything I had to say because they automatically deemed me an ignoreant sheep and as uninformed (And by the way, they are tragically, tragically wrong). Which brings me to my next point: I am very well read in the way of evolution and to be frank, I believe it whole heartedly, but I also do not think that it just happened. I think God made it happen that way. Theres no way stuff like that happens as some sort of chain of freak accedents. I dont think the Bible was ment to be taken litterally when it said the earth was created in seven days. I think thats a metaphore for how everything happened in stages.

Does this make me a bad Christian? Some say yes, and to them I would say I do not care. I think God loves me anyway even if I am wrong. But more to the point I dont really think god cares if we think it all happened in 7 days or if it was actually a much longer time span of different phases. As long as you believe there is a god that created us and loves us I think you're fine.

What does everyone else think?

Grace

YAR!

2005-12-18T18:29:00.000-08:00

So yes...ok, yar...hmm...

Ok so i've been hanging at the guy's house for...all day. Came over after church to set up a foot tall fiber optic xmas tree with a few decorations. Then Kim and Eric went to The Great Mall, i thought they said they were gonna just go down town and stuff, well went six thirty rolled around and everyone was alseep but me and the dog and i'm not home i was thinking perhapes i was forgotten, once again. But i wasn't just a miss uderstanding, so then when kim and eric arrived back at the house we went to applebees, it was yummy and now i'm back again at the guys house, chris is gone, jason watching football, kim and eric playing with the knives they bought and luke holed up in his room, and me typing on the laptop sitting on the kitchen table. Whos is it? I believe its lukes...but truthfully i really don't care. Updating this blog isooooooo important that i would use a stranger's laptop with out hesitation just to update. AREN"T I SPECIAL!! or perhapes i'm just a way loser with no life...that seems more like it.

So anywho not much is going on, i'm way glad that school is over cause that means i get to sleep in on monday! yay for me and then i need to finish xmas shopping! *sigh*

-kat

If I Owned Me A Helicopter, It Wouldn't Be A Snow Day, It Would Be A Death From Above Day

2005-12-17T19:44:00.000-08:00

Again, consciousness is overrated.

-grace cant think of a cool way to sign this

2005-12-15T19:06:00.000-08:00

Illness. I hate it. That bone-tiredness, the sudden sharp feelings of pain in my head, and most of all, the lack of clear-headedness. This is what I get for being outside when Kansas's temperature plummets. Yesterday I was out wandering around when I should have been inside, drinking warm drinks and socializing. But no, I had to be the lone wolf and gallivanting around the city to desperately seek amusement I knew I wouldn't find. How childish of me.

This week has already been getting eaten up with all that annoying personal life BS that's been going on, and now I have to take a day of to recuperate. Curse you, frozen disease-air of Lansing.

I was almost dismissed from school for a great deal of sneezing and a general disconnection from attention. That and I'm obviously ill. I would have stayed home, but my presence of mind is somewhat lacking when I wake up hacking and coughing with a tremendous headache, that and finals.

Isolation for me, at least for a few hours. I'll have the computer and the accursed phone if you really need me. I'll hole up in my room, and start trying to find something to read, and then fall over abruptly and pass out on the floor. Whatever this infection is, it has left me totally messed up and is probably going to require massive amounts of drugs. Anyone who gives me grief about my previous dedication to keeping myself free of narcotics will be slapped.

I need to recalibrate my immune system. Get my act together. Get revitalized. And then come back to quality blogging and write the living daylights out of that despair machine of a webjournal (I'm playing with something after the obvious return triumphant buffer entry, and it's rather clever) and get my old groove on.

Or, I will die alone in my room alone and unloved and unmourned, from a secret biological weapon slipped into my Red Bull by one of my asshole friends (ha ha, we all know I don't have friends, I mean, I'm me, for God's sake) or various wannabe nemesis candidates.

I'm yet to see anyone worthy of being my nemesis, but, someday. Gotta dream that dream. Someday I, the great Evil Internet Murder Lord will have my obliged antithetical counterpart, instead of a bunch of sanctimonious peons who like to play like they're mean and metal like me.

Pfft.

If I live, I'll report again later.

- the sickly villainy of ms. grace

ITS OVER!!!

2005-12-15T13:57:00.000-08:00

YAY NO MORE SKOOL!!! well... except those to minor classes next semester...but they don't count so...NO MORE ITS ALLLLLLL OVVER!!!YAYAYAYAYAYA!!

And tomarrow i'm going to the China Buffet with a few fellow library aides and the librarian the beautiful talent MS.HUTTON!! yaya!!so yar i am happy!!

not much else to say, cept i found two of my favorite cds, Jewels Pieces of You and Goo Goo Dolls Dizzy Up The Girl. YAY! and i'm listening to them now!! i love these cds!!! YAY!!! kay yar i'm happy, end of finals always do that...lol.
ttfn

-kat

Survival On The Streets OF Ulterior Motives

2005-12-14T17:05:00.000-08:00

Once upon a time, it was a day.

OK!

2005-12-12T19:13:00.000-08:00

yar well...hmm....let me think....hmm...yar....hmm....yes well....hmmm...ummm....ok....so......

teeheee

gonna put up a song now?

YOU ARE by me

Verse uno

I love
There isn't anything else to say
All my hopes and dreams are centered around you
You're my days and my night
There is nothing in exsitence
That could compare to you

Chorous

And I love you
You're my life and my death
You're my all and my always
You're my King, my God, my Father

Verse dos

So many songs have been written
And mine is just a drop in that sea
But you listen and you love me because
You know everything from the momment I was born
You've been keeping track of everything
Because you love me

Chorous

Verse tres

There isn't anything i could say
That could explain how i feel
But thats ok cause you already know

Ending

That i love you
That you're my life and my death
That you're my all and my always
That you are my King, my God, my Father

Heavenly Father, there is nothing we could possibly say or do that could truely or completely show how much we love you! But we know that you know how much we do and that it makes you happy. Lord i just want to say that i love you! That i always want you close and near me! That you are all there is and all that there could ever be!!! May we always remember that! May we always love you and always love being with you and remember that you love us sooo much that you gave your most precious possesion. your son, and he loved us sooo much that he let himself be humilated and hung on that cross so we could walk with him in heaven and here on earth.
amen

-kat

2005-12-12T18:10:00.000-08:00

Speak when you are angry and you will make the best speech you will ever regret.

Ambrose Bierce

2005-12-11T17:07:00.000-08:00

Friday Fun: Photograph your postal workers with cameramail

Artist Kyle Van Horn has come up with a very cool project involving sending disposable cameras through the mail.

On November 30th, 2003, an oversized postcard holding one disposable camera and a roll of 800 ASA, 27 exposure film was mailed from Lafayette, IN to Santa Monica, CA. A few days later, the postman knocked on the door of my friend and found him answering in his underwear. He did not understand the statement: “The Post Master wants to know why you are mailing cameras.” as he had no prior knowlege of this delivery. Approximately 14 of the 27 shots arrived intact, all of which were taken at the Lafayette post office.

The pictures are mostly of postal employees, providing a surprisingly interesting slice-of-life series (reminds me of disposable cameras at weddings). Be sure to check the tips page on creating your own cameramail!

Cameramail Cameras

Deviant

2005-12-11T16:46:00.000-08:00

So i now have a Deviant art site. I'm gonna try really hard to get crap up there, but seeing as i don't own a scanner, art on it might be rare. So deal wif it. Punks.
-kat

2005-12-11T12:18:00.000-08:00

I've decided that cyberspace is populated by a coalition of political obsessives and pundits on speed who get it wrong as much as they get it right. It's just that they type so much they are bound to nail a story from time to time.

Thank you.
Goodnight.

Grace

yar

2005-12-10T19:02:00.000-08:00

new song, was getting bored of the old one plus this one is sooo adorable, if only all men could be Brad...*sigh* oh welll they aren't.

So life is better, i'm no longer angry. Still hurt but i'm not angry nor do i hate anymore, i was just really not happy when i wrote that last post. Sorry.

-kat

HEY PA! WE'RE GOING TO THE MOON

2005-12-10T17:27:00.000-08:00

My mind is a jumble of images and words and nothing is clear everything is in a haze and I can't comprehend this thing called love or emotion or feeling and I think...I think my mask of sanity might be starting to slip...and I fear what people will see there....

I don't want to hurt anybody...

but I just can't help it.

grace

hate

2005-12-09T17:24:00.000-08:00

we are told not to hate but to love, and yet hate is a very natural thing amoung humans. Seeing as we are in a fallen world. One tries not to hate, but then you meet someone and can't stop the seething anger inside you. I'm hating someone right now. I'm trying not to. I'm fighting the anger, but that person has continued to hurt me no matter how many times i've told them to stop or asked them to stop and told them what it does that hurts. They continue to ignore me, to shove me aside, to abandon me. There was a time in there life where they were in a similar postion as me, and i brought them with me, i helped them make friends, i was their friend when no one else would be. And what has that brought me? Nothing but hurt. When i see that person again they'll act as though nothing was wrong as if nothing had happened and they'll be upset when i don't act the same, when i continue to be truthfull to myself. I can't help but to hate the one who cause me to hurt. I'm not afraid, of the man who whips i'm only angry, and anger slowly turns to hate. Hate is an awful thing. And we are told not to hate. But we are also told not to hurt.
-kat

HAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!

2005-12-09T08:04:00.000-08:00

Ok this comic freakin' rocks! I found it on a website and all of you must look at it and laugh!!! i love Lucious Malfoy and yes i know i spelled Lucious and instead of the way its supposed to be spelled because he is yummy....gah...
-kat

It's way to early for this.

2005-12-09T07:28:00.000-08:00

For clarification purposes: a villain is a villain because at some point in their life they made the decision to move over to villainy. Someone who has always been villainous is a monster, not a villain. A monster can commit any atrocity, any sort of foul murderous deed with no hesitation. A monster, however, is born. A villain is created, out of resentment, anger, and selfishness. A monster can commit any number of despicable acts across the board, however, a monster will always lack the same passionate anger that a villain has.

An anti-hero is someone who does not conform to the polite dashing stereotype of the hero. An anti-hero can also be a villain reformed, or even a villain in remission, but an anti-hero only engages in purely villainous acts if he is set back along the path back to villainy. An anti-hero cannot be a monster anymore than a monster can be a tree.

Unless it is a particularly evil tree.

-Grace

SNOW part II

2005-12-09T07:19:00.000-08:00

YAY another snow day!! i was ssooooo happy because i've been really sleep deprived and this let me catch up on some zzzzzzs. it was fun! what am i talkin' about the day has hardly started.

So i'll end up doing to many chores to count on both hands but still a snow day is a snow day, plus it gives me time to actually get started on my project due tues. and also to get my math homework done that was assigned on wed. teehee! I'm such a procratinator its really bad but oh well. this semester is almost over!! just this coming week!! and its alll finals!!! YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYYAYAYAYA!!! can you tell i'm happy? teehee

-katinator

YAy

2005-12-08T11:42:00.000-08:00

I am advanced!! I love this sooong soooo mucho!! I'm not sure why but it speaks to me some how. Anywho Johnny Reznick is a hottie from misscootie!!! grr... his hair is all emo cute! And dimpled chins are yummy! Plus his voice is so wonderful, its all deep and full of feeling so you can't help but get wrapped up in it.
-kat

SNOW

2005-12-08T11:17:00.000-08:00

Yes 9 whole freakin' inches!!! YAYAYAYAYAYYA!!!!

Ya know what that means right? SNOW DAY!!! yes i am splendering in a snow day!!! teehee!!! How wonderful!! Me and Kimmy are going to go play in it as soon as she gets out of the shower! To bad Eric is working or else he could have come to. SNOW BALL FIGHTSS!!!

Moving on, i feel as if my whole creative part of me has died...a horrible death of doom. I can't seem to do or write anything subsationally good. Its all crap. CRAP CRAP CRAP!! yar. I just can't work on any of my stories or write any new songs or nothing! i've tried but its like a car that just won't start. Its been like this most of this year. And i really want to work on my story Frank but nothing is working for me. grr.... oh well.

-kat

Men

2005-12-06T13:34:00.000-08:00

The Beautiful Kat here! And i want to talk about what big meany heads men are. Ok, so i was hanging at a friends house and he was being a total jerkwad...yes i said jerkwad...igorning me and then twisting and NEARLY breaking my fingers, wrist and legs...the dog Then his room mate then had the audacity to try and break the other fingers that were left undamaged, oh the outrage. Then i proceeded homewards and what do you think happens? My cat, Harley Earl, decideds to be a big fat meany! I walk in and he hisses at me and runs away! I didn't even dooo anything, and hes still being a poo face. Then today while being an Aide to the Beautiful, Smart, Wonderfully Talented Ms. Hutton, the Matts (because there are two of them) decide to destroy the zen garden i was currently working on. Destroying my ecosystem, polluting it and getting sand into my house...impertance is not allowed!!!

So in short the whole Male side to the human species should be kept underground untill needed for procreation. That way woman control the world and peace security, and happiness rule supreme.

END
-kat

2005-12-05T13:35:00.000-08:00

Here's the lowdown; I have nothing to say about my personal life at the moment, as it's totally confusing and insidiously complex, and to elaborate I'd have bitch and rant copiously about the whole back story, and my past, and I'm sure you don't want that.

I have no spur-of-the-moment fiction, no dazzling short bursts of my wordslinger's talent, no absurd stories with precise syntax. There's not much I have to say to too many people; and I'm actually considering a blogging hiatus, [because no one ever leaves feedback] not only from this site but also from my personal xanga, though I'd place good money that most of you would think me incapable of such a thing.

And I've realized I stopped watching.

Everything.

Grace

What am I?

2005-12-04T07:34:00.000-08:00

I am just young and unjustifiably cynical.

Grace

I am insane. Yes...

2005-12-02T19:07:00.000-08:00

a conversation between me, myeself, and i

me: hey they chopped off the tree

myself: yea, you didn't know?

me: no i never noticed

I: i wonder when that happened

myself: it looks good though

me: they should just cut the whole tree down

I: some people like trees

me: why? they're so ugly

myself: maybe because they help us breathe

Grace, out.

Angerangeranger

2005-12-01T15:40:00.000-08:00

Kay, was super uper T.Oed today! Kids in art made HUGE mess with the characole, then when the bell rang everyone ran away! Who was left cleaning up? Moi and Katie. So we mopped the entire floor and wiped down the desks. Ugh it made me mad! We're in highschool, don't make me sing the barney song!!! GAHHH!!! But that was really all that made me mad.

So i talked to Zack today, the wallula youth pastor, he subs at moi's school sometimes and his class was in the lib when i was so we chatted, it was fun. Told him about the friday's b-ball and sat's fuzzball, he thought it was cool and was gonna tell his "followers" about it. Yes we are now called followers...jk, who wants to follow luke? i'm mean seriously, what a drab...jk.

CARDS! Way excited i've been living on card-withdrawal!! My hands have been getting all twitchy and junk...not really but ok!

Today is Harley Earl Gilbert's 3rd birthday! I bought him a scratching post with a little mousey thingy! Hes been soo grouchy lately so I thought i'd spoil him some.

But i'll speak more later...and stuff.
-kat

Rules

2005-11-29T11:33:00.000-08:00

Ok i thought these were hysterical and i think they apply to almost any father when it comes to dating his girl.

Rules of Dating a Marine's Daughter

Rule One:
If you pull into my driveway and honk, you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure not picking anything up.

Rule Two:
You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.

Rule Three:
I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open-minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.

Rule Four:
I'm sure you've been told that in today's world sex without utilizing a "barrier method" of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate. When it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.

Rule Five:
It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is "early."

Rule Six:
I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.

Rule Seven:
As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?

Rule Eight:
The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka - zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies that feature chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.

Rule Nine:
Do not lie to me. On issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.

Rule Ten:
Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over the Iraqi desert ... the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit your car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car - there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.

Rules of Dating a Marine's Son

Rule One:
Be agreeable and cook him a nice hot meal whenever possible. (Prerequisite: Learn to cook)

If only i had a nickle...

New Video

LIFE

hmmm

Rainbows and Sunshine

Updating 101

Renn Fest

Mountain Dew

2nd Day

Emporia

12 days

Leaving blues

New Video

Ali Has Landed

The Allie cometh!

Pah and a few mehs for good measure

muahaha

4ourth of July

Pah

And Thou Shalt Know

The Atheist

Grace's Report on Devil's Tuesday

Life in my lane

Sunday Sunday Sunday

LIfe in the Big People world

Alumni of Lansing High

It is Over

Love

6

SWARM

Tootsie Farkletush

HAPPY EASTER

(insert evil laughter here)

Updating!

oh

Changed plans

Rules O' Dating AGAIN

Pride and Prejudice

A silly little quiz thingy lol!

Want a New Post?

Chicken and Stars

LiFE

Sick

Unsettling Things I Write When I Get Pompous, Delusional, And Vaguely Omnipotent

Yeppers

Walking on the phone lines

Happy Singles Awareness Day!

Dear Blogger, (And All The Other Weird People Who Read This

Inherit the Wind

Updating...whoopee...

did you know..

Silence, you.

Freakin' Cold

Kill The Sky

Yar

ah well

YO YO YO!

"So, Grace, What Are You Going To Do With The Rest Of Your Life?"

ok

Work and stuff

The Sort Of Things I Get Up To While Mildly Intoxicated (on cold medicine) And Armed With My Ego

'i think I understand why watches don't work around you, Grace'

The big bad world of phones

Skool

Frustration

yes...well

CHANGE!!

LIFE IN MY LANE!!!

Frustration

POSTING

*sighs*

Confused...

A Break From the Usual...

YAR!

If I Owned Me A Helicopter, It Wouldn't Be A Snow Day, It Would Be A Death From Above Day

ITS OVER!!!

Survival On The Streets OF Ulterior Motives

OK!

Deviant

yar

sighs