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I swear to god, I'm going to kill that fucking cat. He's gone from dying to complete recovery, but now had decided to take it upon himself to wake me up in the middle of the night and keep me up by howling and meowing at night for....god knows what! Last night was especially bad. I COULDN'T shut up him! No sense yelling at a deaf cat, really. Not even throwing a pillow at him worked. He just kept meowing. I didn't want to give him what he wanted because it would just reinforce that it was ok for him to keep me up all night. I even shut him in the kitchen and he kept howling. The vet says he's going senile and that's why he's meowing and keeping us all up at night. I'm grateful he recovered. But still. I just want to smack him sometimes.
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[01 Aug 2006|12:23am] |
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Do you have ANY idea what it's like to be around your vain grandmother and have the song "Everyone has AIDS" stuck in your head? I started to sing it lightly, and she was like, "WHAT'S THAT YOU'RE SINGING!?" "Oh, nothing....just muttering to myself." *giggle*
Apparently when I got up to go to the bathroom, as I was walking away, she said loudly, "My, she's shapely!" The restuarant was filled with little kids as well. I wanted to KILL them all. It must have been "annoy Kate" night. They were ALL screaming at one point. I was ready to chuck my fork at one of them. I swear!
As predicted, she was pointing to EVERY "fat" person in the room. I counted ONE who could be considered fat. I swear...and she doesn't think I'M fat? Really! I dunno...maybe I hide it well or something. But yeah, I remember we were driving in the car once and this anorexic looking girl...I SWEAR she was anorexic. She had the curved back thing that showed that her body was eating her muscles, and my grandmother was like, "Isn't SHE pretty!" Umm....no, she looks UNHEALTHY. *shakes head*
One day we came in and it was obvious she had lost weight and my dad mentioned it. She was like, "OH THANK YOU!" Ummm...no. That WASN'T a compliment. You're not supposed to be LOSING weight when you're 91 years old!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In fact, I don't even know why you worry so much about your weight and whine so much about your tummy. YOU'RE 91!!!! SHIT, IF I WERE THAT AGE, I WOULDN'T CARE!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'D EAT ALL THE CHOCOLATE I PLEASED! HEY, I'D HAVE EARNED IT!
Apparently, she tried to control my weight ever since I was little. "Don't eat that, Kate, you'll get fat! I was 5. My mom had to threaten that I wouldn't eat meals with them if they tried to control my weight. If it wasn't for my mom, I'd probably be anorexic. They stopped....but she's started up again. "Too much food!!" I want to slap her. "I haven't eaten all day....."
I've lost my retainer too. Think I left it at her apartment. Oh, and I've also come to the conclusion that it is pointless to yell at a deaf cat, now matter how obnoxious he is being.
Oh, and Marcus, thanks for teaching me those chords today. Erm...I only remember G major, but that's ok... Heh.
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[31 Jul 2006|02:12pm] |
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It really disgusts me how vain my grandmother is. She's 91 years old and she has the audacity to point at really fat people and talk about how disgusting it is and how ashamed they should be. My dad pointed out to her once, after she pointed out a particularly fat guy in the street, "Mom, what if he turned around and said, "Wow, that lady is REALLY old!"
My mom was at a restaurant with her and my grandmother was making fun of this "fat" lady at the next table, and my mom said, "Eileen, she's PREGNANT." "Well, she's not pregnant in her butt!" Jesus.....
Ha. She probably didn't even realize that the lady was pregnant and she said that to cover it up. Or...she's so fucking shallow, that's all she really cares about. Looks. I hate it. I don't want to see her tonight.
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[30 Jul 2006|12:18pm] |
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Don't Let me Down--The Beatles |
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I love cherries. If Marcus doesn't want any, more for me! Happy happy happy!
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[28 Jul 2006|10:45pm] |
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When Love Comes to Town--Joss Stone and Jonny Lang |
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Don't know why.
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[27 Jul 2006|03:49pm] |
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No One Mourns the Wicked--Wicked |
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I'm not allowed to have my stuff on the dining room table, but my dad is. That's fair. That's REAL fair. My dad has been blaming my mom and me for shit that he is primarily the cause of and it annoys the crap out of me. I've avoided pointing it out to him, because I know he'd love an excuse to yell at me. I'm sick of yelling. I'm sick of fighting. I want to leave. I want to go back to college.
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[27 Jul 2006|03:44pm] |
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AIM IM with Annde .
Annde: hey!!!!
Kate: hi
Annde: whats up
Kate: i told you i was run off the road, right?
Annde: no!!!
Annde: omg what happened!!!!!!!!!!!!
Kate: yeah
Annde: omg
Kate: i live on this really skinny and windy hill
Kate: and i always make it a point to drive on ONE side of the road
Annde: lol
Kate: and this one asshole barrels down the middle of the road, which forces me off the road (i nearly went down the hill), and he glares at me like it's my fault
Kate: i wanted to follow him and pee on his car
Kate: but....
Kate: that's road rage
Annde: lmao!!!
Kate: and i try to avoid it
Annde: you should have though it woulda been great
Kate: lol
Kate: i was too shaken
Kate: like seriously
Kate: if i drank....
Annde: i believe it
Kate: i would have had one
Annde: thats scary
Kate: my mom's tires arent' to happy
Kate: but meh
Annde: lol
Kate: the car runs
Annde: yeah
Kate: i swear though
Kate: people suck!
Annde: yeah they do
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| Damn right, Marcus.... |
[25 Jul 2006|07:32pm] |
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Yes, siree I am a MONSTER. Yup. A fucking monster....in a nonsexual kind of way.
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[23 Jul 2006|04:22pm] |
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I'm Not that Girl--Wicked |
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Hot much? EEEEWWWWW. :'(
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[22 Jul 2006|11:26pm] |
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GOD.....
Why does it have to be so......
FUCKING HOT!?!?!?!?!?!?
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| Clerks II |
[22 Jul 2006|01:07am] |
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Lover Boy--Queen |
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Saw "Clerks II" today. Pretty DAMN funny. I love Rosario Dawson. She's ADORABLE. And talented. :) Seriously though. I have a huge crush on Jason Mewes now. That's awesome that he kicked his 10 year heroin addiction. Kinda blows my mind that his mother was a junkie and he never knew his father. He's pretty damn successful. You know? Anyway, gotta go to bed. Probably going to a wedding shower tomorrow. Bah. Sorry I can't come to your party Marcus. To be honest, my parents planned this and I was not even aware of it. You know stuff.......
Happy Birthday, Marcus. :) You're legal now. You now can:
Buy a lotto ticket
Join the military forces
Get arrested and tried as an adult
Vote
Buy porn
So yeah....I probably left out a whole bunch of other crap. But yeah. Happy birthday. :)
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[21 Jul 2006|01:26am] |
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Why must my parents treat me like I'm some delinquent? They never let me drive anywhere because they think I'll crash the car, even though I've been driving for 2 years. Granted, I came back from college, not having driven for 9 months. But it's been about 3 months now. WHY CAN'T THEY FUCKING TRUST ME NOW!? I've gotten the hang of it.
I'm especially hurt now because of what my dad said. Gary, James, and I went out to Twain's late because we were hungry and my dad called us to come home at about 11. So, we came straight home, but we forgot to set the security system when we got in because we got distracted. When James left, I just remembered to set the system and so I did. James forgot something and so I opened the door, forgetting that I had set the system already. The alarm went off and when James left, my dad called me on my line from the bedroom.
Dad: Why are you just getting home now? I called you at 11 and now you're JUST getting home? 2 hours later?
Me: We were here for a while. I just forgot to set the system.
Dad: Why would you forget?
Me: We were distracted. Look, I FORGOT. I made a MISTAKE.
Dad: You are telling the truth...right?
Me: Look, if you want, I'll go back there and look you in the eye and tell you everything.
Dad: (silence) I'm NOT happy.
Me: Well, what do you want me to say? "I'm sorry?" I already did. I made a mistake. I don't know what else I can do.
Dad: (silence) I think you should send James home.
Me: James IS gone. He already left.
Me: Look, we left as soon as you called, and we got distracted so we didn't set the system. James left and I set the alarm then because I just remembered. James came back after a while because he forgot something and so I let him in, forgetting that I had set the system. I'm really sorry.
Dad: (silence) Well I SUPPOSE that's PLAUSIBLE.
Me: Why are you treating me like I'm lying?
Dad: I just don't understand how you could forget....
Me: Look, go to bed. We'll talk about this in the morning.
NICE. I especially loved the "Well I SUPPOSE that's PLAUSIBLE." Nice. You know, Gary told me that maybe the reason why my parents are treating me like a teenager is because I am reacting like one. After being initially insulted, I realized that he was right. I am not responding to them calmly....showing that they have no effect on me. Because that will make them realize that (to use a kindergarten phrase,) "they aren't the boss of me." It's hard though. It's really hard. Especially when they treat me like I'm some no-good teenager up to trouble in the streets. It's not like I'm a fucking junkie. So I'd really appreciate it if they'd stop treating me like I'm one. It's as if I can never fucking satisfy them. Yeah, you got a $32,000 scholarship to one of the best music schools in the country, but you still haven't cleaned your room. You need to keep track of your own life. Yes, I DO. I'm WORKING on it. You know, they claim that they never had any influence on my perfectionism. That's a FUCKING LIE. They had EVERYTHING to do with it. I never realized it until now. It was little things...the whole time.
I actually think I'm doing well so far. I haven't blown up at my parents for a full three days now. I almost blew up at my mom, but I caught myself. I don't always have to defend myself. Perhaps the best defense is listening and then not reacting too much. Because then, they have nothing on me. They have no excuse to blow up any more. But you know, it's hard. Gary said it was going to be hard. Apparently, he used to have a temper too. He said that when he was younger, if his parents had told him not to hit girls, his sister would be dead. Mind, she's a bitch, so he would have a reason. He said they start to respect you more if you don't blow up. They will listen to you more. But he also said that it would take time...because parents take a long time to adjust and a long time to realize that I'm not a high school student anymore. I'm in COLLEGE. I'm an ADULT. I'm also making an effort to not blow up at other things too. Perhaps it will make my blood pressure go down.
But yeah...I'm really hurt. Again...I'm no delinquent.
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| An Inconvenient Truth |
[19 Jul 2006|11:08pm] |
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Go see "An Inconvenient Truth." This is a must-see film. Tell your friends and family to see this film. Take pen and paper, and take notes. Go to www.climatecrisis.org for more info. A change can be made. Start now!
Repost this message in your journals, and pass the message on!
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| The Blues |
[19 Jul 2006|11:05pm] |
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Subject: Blues
If you are new to Blues music, or like it but never really understood the why and wherefors, here are some very fundamental rules:
1. Most Blues begin with: "Woke up this morning..."
2. "I got a good woman" is a bad way to begin the Blues, unless you stick something nasty in the next line like, "I got a good woman, with the meanest face in town."
3. The Blues is simple. After you get the first line right, repeat it. Then find something that rhymes - sort of: "Got a good woman with the meanest face in town. Yes, I got a good woman with the meanest face in town. Got teeth like Margaret Thatcher and she weigh 500 pound."
4. The Blues is not about choice. You stuck in a ditch, you stuck in a ditch... ain't no way out.
5. Blues cars: Chevys, Fords, Cadillacs and broken-down trucks. Blues don't travel in Volvos, BMWs, or Sport Utility Vehicles. Most Blues transportation is a Greyhound bus or a southbound train. Jet aircraft and state-sponsored motor pools ain't even in the running. Walkin' plays a major part in the Blues lifestyle. So does fixin' to die.
6. Teenagers can't sing the Blues. They ain't fixin' to die yet. Adults sing the Blues. In Blues, "adulthood" means being old enough to get the electric chair if you shoot a man in Memphis.
7. Blues can take place in New York City but not in Hawaii or anywhere in Canada. Hard times in Minneapolis or Seattle is probably just clinical depression. Chicago, St. Louis, Kansas City, Memphis, and Nawlins are still the best places to have the Blues. You cannot have the Blues in any place that don't get rain.
8. A man with male pattern baldness ain't the Blues. A woman with male pattern baldness is. Breaking your leg 'cause you were skiing is not the Blues. Breaking your leg 'cause a alligator be chomping on it is.
9. You can't have no Blues in an office or a shopping mall. The lighting is wrong. Go outside to the parking lot or sit by the dumpster.
10. Good places for the Blues
a. highway
b. jailhouse
c. empty bed
d. bottom of a whiskey glass
11. Bad places for the Blues
a. Nordstrom's
b. gallery openings
c. Ivy League institutions
d. golf courses
12. No one will believe it's the Blues if you wear a suit, 'less you happen to be an old person, and you slept in it.
13. Do you have the right to sing the Blues?
Yes, if:
a. you're older than dirt
b. you're blind
c. you shot a man in Memphis
d. you can't be satisfied
No, if:
a. you have all your teeth
b. you were once blind but now can see
c. the man in Memphis lived
d. you have a 401K or trust fund
14. Blues is not a matter of color. It's a matter of bad luck. Tiger Woods cannot sing the Blues. Sonny Liston could have. Ugly white people also got a leg up on the Blues.
15. If you ask for water and your darlin' gives you gasoline, it's the Blues. Other acceptable Blues beverages are:
a. cheap wine
b. whiskey or bourbon
c. muddy water
d. black coffee
The following are NOT Blues beverages:
a. Perrier
b. Chardonnay
c. Snapple
d. Slim Fast
16. If death occurs in a cheap motel or a shotgun shack, it's a Blues death. Stabbed in the back by a jealous lover is another Blues way to die. So are the electric chair, substance abuse and dying lonely on a broken-down cot. You can't have a Blues death if you die during a tennis match or while getting liposuction.
17. Some Blues names for women:
a. Sadie
b. Big Mama
c. Bessie
d. Fat River Dumpling
18. Some Blues names for men:
a. Joe
b. Willie
c. Little Willie
d. Big Willie
19. Persons with names like Michelle, Amber, Jennifer, Debbie, and Heather can't sing the Blues no matter how many men they shoot in Memphis.
20. Blues Name Starter Kit
a. name of physical infirmity (Blind, Cripple, Lame, etc.)
b. first name (see above) plus name of fruit (Lemon, Lime, Kiwi, etc.)
c. last name of President (Jefferson, Johnson, Fillmore, etc.)
For example: Blind Lime Jefferson, Pegleg Lemon Johnson or Cripple Kiwi Fillmore, etc. (Well, maybe not "Kiwi.")
21. And I don't care how tragic your life is, if anyone in your family plays soccer, you can't sing the blues.
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