| A Hug and a Song to Make My Day |
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| 07:28pm 13/01/2006 |
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mood:  giggly music: Songs and Style -- Goodwill CD yeah!
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Ms. Shchieldt sang me a song in the hallway today. It went like this: "KATHERINE! KATHERINE!! KATHERINE!!! KATHERINE!! Museus." It was totally awesome. (Though that's not the song reffered to in the title.)
I miss my MI peeps.
Ha, I said peeps.
My brain is too jittery right now; I'll shut up.
P.S. I'm almost finished with my first sonnet. WOOT!
"Fly me to the moon among the stars/Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars/In other words, hold my hand/In other words, darling kiss me" |
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| clock so alive... |
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| 11:06pm 07/01/2006 |
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mood:  contemplative music: "You and Me" - Lifehouse
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"What day is it?
And in what month?
This clock never seemed so alive
I can't keep up and I can't back down
I've been losing so much time
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All of the things that I want to say
Just aren't coming out right
I'm tripping on words, you got my head spinning
I don't know where to go from here"
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| 09:00pm 01/01/2006 |
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Grace: You can tell a lot about an author from his books. Take us, for example. There's nothing there. |
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| New Year's Eve |
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| 12:53am 01/01/2006 |
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mood:  cheerful music: Curtis singing the Family Matters theme
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So after [not] watching the ball drop with my father and brother, I ascended to my room, where I listened to Julie Andrews's rendition of "Send in the Clowns" endlessly, until...
Curtis called. No we're listening to dorky music (we're talking old TV show theme songs and "Baby One More Time") and just generally having a good time.
I want to talk with someone about the recent occurences in Jude the Obscure...it was so sad!
The me of 8th and 9th grade would be bursting right now. The current me keeps letting its spectre wander across Inman...
I really wanted to use the word spectre. But the statement is true.
I've been rambling more often again recently.
DAYS GO BYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! |
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| Trying to be philosopohical while talking on the phone and avoiding specifics... |
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| 10:34pm 18/12/2005 |
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mood:  rushed music: Alberto's voice on the phone
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I have been called "the luckiest one"...But I don't believe in luck. I believe in blessing and what is done with them.
But did I really make good choices...or am I simply covered with blessings? Or...both?
Wow. That wasn't where I intended that to go. Not that I really had intentions. Yeah. I'm so tired.
I want my college applications to be in the mail...done...I want to make a decision and begin to plan...that way I can start letting go of all of this.
I'm a senior and I'm not itching to leave high school. I enjoy drama. I enjoy socializing (most of the time). I enjoy not having the responsibilities of taking care of myself completely *yes, I'm spoiled*. I enjoy choir. I have a crush on a freaking sophomore. I need to dream away from here. |
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| K Max = <3 |
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| 08:33pm 15/12/2005 |
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mood:  artistic music: random Kevin Max samples
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So Kuboard (Katherine) discovered that Kevin Max not only has a new album, but also a my space (www.myspace.com/kevin_max1767). I think I'd forgotten how freaking awesome he is. I think I may want to marry someone like him. Mm. |
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| "The Boy", A Mr. Rosenthal Term |
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| 03:34pm 11/12/2005 |
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mood: cheerful music: Jamie Cullum
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So Amy, the Hummers, and I were supposed to go sledding today. The Hummers couldn't make it, thereby depriving Amy of a fun day with her "the boy." Amy and I went anyway...and who should be there but my "the boy"...'s two brothers. Yeah. Aargh.
But now I am wearing a sleeper and drinking hot chocolate and listening to Jamie Cullum, and all is well. Except for my homework, which is undone. And my college applications....which are pretty much untouched. Hehe. |
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| Sara and Katherine Continue in Their Quest for Denim Pants that Fit...Either One of Them. |
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| 08:27pm 10/12/2005 |
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*Katherine resists the urge to ramble on with inside jokes that would actually make this entry pertain to the title.*
Anyway...We went to Chicago today, the Field Museum My favorite part was the World Religions book shelf in the gift shop. (Kristin would be making fun of me right now. I'm like the official Book Worm of THS AP Psych: Amber: I want to be a librarian! [So she can use the DL TV to spy on classes.] Katherine: Me too! Look at all the books!)
Then we went to this mall thingy, and there was a Border's Outlet. I got Frankenstein for 99 cents. WOOT!
Random Funny Quote From Katherine's Awesome Red Book:
Katherine: [About her demanding that the Theaterfest group make a detour to the Christopher Columbus Museum *in jest*] I can't help it! I'm the daughter of a history major!
Dan: Really? Well, I'm the daughter of an English major.
(Disclaimer: Dan is the one of the most intelligent people I know. I'm not making fun of him; I just think it's hilarious.)
"May I return to the beginning? The light is dimming and the dream is too." |
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| 03:57pm 07/12/2005 |
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mood: busy music: The Best of Andrew Lloyd Webber
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Well...I have lots of homework and must be skipping youth group (I'll rant on this in a moment), so I shouldn't be spending time posting, but I MUST PLEASE LIZ! (Plus, I like it.)
So, on with the youth group. I've been thinking today about how the things which I enjoy most and are possibly most beneficial to myself are often the things which I must push aside. As with youth group, which I am skipping due to a large amount of homework though it is my favorite place to be (What? It beats out drama? It's a close call, but I think it might...) and is hugely helpful to my faith. Also as with Creative Writing. I love that class, I want to be a writer so it's important...but it gets pushed down in importance in comparison to, say, AP Calc, which I don't think is really that useful. Ah, well.
A large percentage of my hw comes from English, it's going to take a long time...but I don't really mind. I enjoy it so much. We had to paraphrase each line of a poem, and now we have to annotate two or three other pieces. I'm such a word nerd. *huggles self*
Okay, so I will shut up and go do this load of homework I keep alluding to... |
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| scratch scratch scratch |
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| 08:46pm 04/12/2005 |
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mood:  content music: guess.
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I've been resisting the urge to post some random but describing lyrics for some time now, but I think it's about time to give in...
"'Don't you know little fool, you never can win
Why not use your mentality, step up, wake up to reality'
But each time I do, just the thought of you
Makes me stop before I begin
'Cause I've got you under my skin
I love you under my skin"
*giggle/sigh* |
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| I know I'm selfish, but how much so? |
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| 08:23pm 23/08/2005 |
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mood:  irritated
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So today I finally sat down to work on a short story that I had hoped to have finished weeks ago, and I reached a point where I wanted the description to be perfect: I could see the character's face in front of me, and I just had to find the right words to describe that look in his eyes -- when my seven-year-old brother pushed the door open a crack, then a bit more, than close it a bit, then opened it a bit...you see the point. So I broke my concentration to ask him to leave, which of course he didn't, but I decided to let it go. He proceeded to sit at my keyboard (the musical one, not the typing one) and began to play with various whistle noises. Then he started to ask me random questions, and well, you see.
So now come the questions. I feel bad because I don't spend a lot of time with him. He doesn't have a lot of encouragement in his life, I feel like he needs more of it, and more guidance, and I really feel like God is impressing upon me that I should give it to him. But how do I know when to give in to John's requests and when I can claim my own time? Do I have to play whatever that top-spinning game is called with him every time he asks?
I know I'm very selfish with my time; I've been downright reclusive this summer and remain without inclination to change that. I'd like to finish some things before school swings in to gear...but isn't my little brother more important than all that? What right do I have to lock myself away to work on myself or my things while my little brother needs me? I just don't know. |
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| IM conversation with McSara |
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| 12:41am 16/08/2005 |
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mood: calm music: Kelly Clarkson on Launch
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ME: mmm....revolution-times clothing *drool*
ME: I'm so weird.
Sara: Yes! I really like clothes from the American and French Revolutions...
Me: I don't want to see a guy with his shirt off, I want to see him with layers and layers of clothing
Sara: My feelings exactly.
Sara: I'm actually more attracted to a guy in layers of clothes (frock coat, ruffly shirt, ascot) than a guy without those clothes...
Me: hehe
Sara: It's like: "Noo! Don't take them off! Leave them on! Leave them on!"
Me: lol
Me: maybe that's .... a good thing?
Sara: Maybe.
Sara: Probably.
Me: score!
Sara: Yes!
Me: I want a frilly shirt
Sara: I do, too.
And, later, it got metaphysical...
Me: everything is unrelated.
Me: no, wait, everything's related.
Sara: Maybe it's both.
Me: you know, things have to be related. Because saying "everything is unrelated" gives everything a relation; kind of like with the "there are no absolutes" thing...
Me: something is wrong with me.
Sara: Because everything is something ("unrelated"), therefore everything is related?
Sara: That made very little sense...
Me: well, if everything is unrelated, then they all have the trait of being unrelated, and this common trait relates them.
Sara: Exactly!
But then, if they have that relation, then they are related, which means they're not unrelated, which messes up the system. MWHAHAHAHA! I like circles. |
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| Today at Youth Group... |
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| 09:48pm 06/07/2005 |
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mood:  uncomfortable music: Relient K
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...we were discussing whether God has a sense of humor. Pastor Jesse asked us what we thought, and everyone I heard answered with an affirmative. Then he asked us why we thought that God had a sense of humor, to which Rebecca's response was "What other reason would there be for platypuses?" It was HILARIOUS.
Pastor Jesse also read us some of those funny things that were printed in church bulletins. I think there was something about hearing them with a room of people, because even though most of us had heard them before, we were all laughing so hard our abs hurt. I actually had tears coming out of my eyes.
I'm really starting to feel comfortable with the youth group now -- joking around and talking to more people and what not. It's sooo nice. Especially since it's more and more becoming the only place where I feel right. It's more than just the fact that the people there are so into God and so encouraging (sometimes, I admit, that does make me feel a bit alone -- I feel behind them in my spiritual walk). It's also that...I don't really now how to explain it...It's like God lifts this veil that's over my mind throughout the week, and lifts it high enough that I can't pull it back down like I so often do. I'm not even tempted to. It's so beautiful, and everything is so clear. It usually falls back down after a few minutes at home, though, but let's not get into that...
OH! And I hit a soccer ball with my head today! YEAH! |
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| Irony |
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| 10:10pm 18/06/2005 |
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mood: discontent music: "Lover, You Should've Come Over" -Jamie Cullum
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My parents don't want me to go to church.
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| BEWARE the long ramblings ahead/Maybe this is what Saul Bellow does to a person... |
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| 09:21pm 14/06/2005 |
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mood: cynical music: Yahoo Launch
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I'll spare your friends pages with a cut...
I've found a new "me" song... ( 'Twentysomething' by Jamie Cullum )
Basically, I'm not even sure what my dreams are anymore...and that doesn't seem to matter, anyway, as people are trying to pry my fingers from even the false (i.e. more realistic) one's I'm slapping together. My father seems like he won't be satisfied unless I'm an engineer. Honestly...I just can't do that. I've pretty much given up music...pushed aside every new, similar idea that pops up...can't I keep graphic deisgn?
I have, however, managed to keep my writing plans securely in my pocket. Hoorah! Insanity being used to keep sanity. |
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| Drama Banquet |
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| 11:08pm 05/06/2005 |
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mood: cheerful music: um...crickets?
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Today we had our 2nd annual THS drama banquet. (Sounds fancy, huh? I'm hamming it up.) I learned that Dominico's uses very good cheese on their pizza. I also learned that I am next year's Drama Club president, following in the footsteps of Shawn. yay! (The VP is Dan, Sarah H. is Historian/Recorder, and Joey is treasurer.) I also learned that we are officially doing JOSEPH AND THE AMAZING TECHNICOLOR DREAMCOAT next year. (We saw that coming since last year. I think we were all pretty much resigned to it...I've decided that it will be a very fun show to do, so I'm actually excited.)
I got most excited, however, when Joel got the award for supporting actor and Abi for lead actress for their roles in the play Amy and I wrote. I don't know why I felt so proud about that (not the bad kind of pride; at least I don't think so), but it was just really cool.
Um...taa-daa! |
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