One Hit Wonder

totally awesome day

2004-10-02T23:25:00.000-09:30

Here is how my day went, starting with last night:
I was going to go out with my friends but they were all just kind of scattered around town nowhere to be found, and plus, I subconsciously didn't want to go out anyway, so I went home and went to sleep at about 9:15. And I litterally fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. So I slept until 9:30 this morning, and you know how when you sleep such a long time and it feels so good when you wake up that you open your eyes and go "Wow... this is going to be an AWESOME day." Well, it was one of those kinds of things. Then my dad came in and was like "get up, we are going to breakfast" and I was thinking "holy crap, the day is already great and I'm still in bed..." So I got up and we got to breakfast and everything was good, except for the hashbrowns that I had with my grease. Or visa versa. No, I had it right the first time.
So after that we did some parading around town, like, we went to the Sprint store to get a new battery for Pam's (my stepmom) cell phone, but it turns out the cell phone is extinct anyway, and they don't make batteries for phones that are extinct. Then we went to CargoKids to pick out a bed for Lindsey's room. Ok, that was a senseless journey. Let me tell you why: Because Lindsey is a four-year old spoiled kid who still sleeps in her mother's bed, and just because Mommy and Daddy buy her a bed does NOT mean she will sleep in it. Thats simply a couple hundred dollars wasted on something useless. Then we went to Kirkland's Design, where Pam bought this cutesie tootsie little Halloween thingy for her desk at school. The only cool thing I saw in there were the paintings of all the alcoholic beverages.
After that my dad took us home. (even though all these journey's were pointless, my day still seemed to be very pleasant.) I left as soon as we got home and went BACK to Thruway to volunteer for AARF (Animal Adoption and Rescue Foundation) [i wonder how long it took the creators of the program to come up with that acronym... i bet they sat there and were like "hmmm... how can we do something CLEVER???"] Anyway, all there was were cats there, and I don't like cats, so I was told to go to the AARF House on Harvey Street if I wanted to work with the dogs. So I went there and bathed dogs and tried to get people to adopt dogs from 12:00 until 4:00. I am now sunburnt as all getout. After that I went to Kohl's to get a birthday present for Pam, who's birthday is tomorrow. I saw Tongie while I was there. Also, I smelled a new fragrance that Adidas has out called Moves. oh....my....GOD... I swear, I was smelling my wrist for the rest of the day until I took a shower. Thats how good it smelled.
Then I came back to my Mom's house because I just did. And my dad is out of town by this point. Anyway, I wanted to take a shower because I smelled like wet dog... Litterally, I smelled like wet dog. But I wanted to take a shower at Betsy's house, so I went to Betsy's house and took a shower when nobody was home. Her house is kind of scary in the dark. Then her mom and dad got home, but she was lost somewhere on the highway with Eric and Rachel trying to find her way back from Charlotte after her 86 year old grandfather's wedding. Then she calls me and says she is tired and is just going to stay at Eric's house and so I chilled with her parents for a while, and then came back to my moms house. And even though it rained, and nothing happened like it was planned today, it was a TOTALLY...AWESOME DAY

SCGPPPPP

2004-09-30T20:16:00.000-09:30

I was going to write something last week, and it had a point, but my mom went haywire, and I am left to not remember what I had written. Anyway, this weekend I ran in a cross country race and got tripped by some bitch on a blue team, and i ended up spraining my ankle. I need the break from running anyway, im starting to get tired of it. i still have good grades in my classes, except my yearbook teacher overheard me say that i think my english teacher sucks at life, and then she told my english teacher that i said i think she sucks at life, and my english teacher came up to me and told me she was horrified by my actions (this only happened because my god damn yearbook teacher was EAVESDROPPING on my conversation with my best friend and had to open her fuckin mouth about it.) now shes going to hate me and grade me like a stick from now on. whatever, like i give a crap, i DONT READ BOOKS... GET OVER IT WOMAN! its not my fault that you have succumbed to reading boring literature for entertainment, and you envy those of us who have LIVES. i mean come on lady, welcome to the 21st century. why read 1800's literature when you can have a machine do everything for you. i bet they are both angry because they are teachers and they both dont make enough money to pay for the diapers they have to put on their damn asses. [if you have not sensed the *whats the word im looking for* remorse i feel towards the both of them something is wrong]. personally i still want to keep my good grades but i feel like sometime soon i am going to fall back into that slump of "i could give a damn about school" mode. its gonna suck if that happens. Cuz i gotta get into college. Boo friggin hoo, i wanna go to Appalachian. Damn skippy, so what if it is a party school. Its for EDUCATION and i want to be EDUCATED. Maybe i will let other people dictate my life for the next 65 years, that way, i will never have to make decisions, because thats what i want to do with my life. sit on a log and be told what to do and where to go and who to go with. fun.

Two things happened to me recently...

2004-09-19T20:25:00.000-09:30

Ok so its been kind of a hectic couple of days. I got in trouble for I don't even remember what now. But I got in trouble and my mom decided that she was going to take away all of my instant messaging "privilages". Oh, now I remember why I was punished. Because I had lots of homework, and I was doing it and my mom wanted me to cut the grass, but I didn't because I was doing HOMEWORK! gah. Jesus, first of all, if the grass needs cut that bad, "pause your space cadet pinball game, put down your wine glass, and GET UP [OFF YOUR ASS] AND CUT IT YOURSELF!!!!, I GOT WORK TO DO!" i mean seriously. come ...ON. So secondly, shes running out of reasons to punish me. You have a good daughter who makes good grades, and wants to keep good grades so she does work. Well thats reason enough, lets PUNISH HER! YAY! its so exciting, shes BAAADDDDD.
So I recently have had no instant messaging goin on which really sucks because I cant communicate without my fingers. Plus, I got this email about how "fuck" is the most versatile word in the english dictionary and how it can be used as any part of speech, ta-ta-ta i could go on and on, and I, the idiot that i am, printed it out and she found it and was like "how IMMATURE... what a DISGRACE!" and so i was in trouble again.
And I couldn't talk on the phone with my friends because well, i just couldn't. And my friend XxXxX calls me, I would put their name, but I dont want to ruin their lives. So XxXxX calls me and says "I have to talk to you NOW!" and i was dead tired and was like, "okaaayyy ***sigh - as in i dont want you to come over, but you are going to do what you want, so yea, come on over*** so XxXxX waits like 476 hours, and then pops up at around 10:00 when i was already half passed out on the couch. And we go outside and sit by the pool and XxXxX starts telling me about their weekend. It goes something like this "So I went to this party with this guy from [the new school i go to that im completely obsessed with] and I got high for the first time in my life. it was awesome, you should do it sometime" to which i replied "no, i shouldn't, so shut the fuck up... is that all you HAD to come to my house after i was asleep to tell me?" to which XxXxX replied "no, theres more. it gets worse." XxXxX was telling me all through this that there were drugs there they had never seen before, so I initially thought they were gonna say they did crack, or something else really retarded like that. but they continued "so i was at this party, and i was drunk and high, and i got tired so i went to go to bed, but there was a [person of the same sex] in the bed, and nowhere else to sleep, so i laid down anyway. The person next to me started flirting with me and because i was high/drunk, I let them kiss me." ****baffled and confused stare, followed by uncontrollable laughter on my part, sorry XxXxX**** so i was just like okaayyyy [what the hell do i say to this person?!?!?!] and XxXxX asked if i thought they were still straight, and i just explained that i am not the one to decide that, only XxXxX knows what XxXxX feels. Even if they are gay, XxXxX has been one of my best friends, and will always be, whether they are straight or not, and thats what I told them. Turns out they think it was just a thing done while high. whatever.
ok then the last thing i wanna talk about, my mom found out i drink and all that crap. boohoo. im a teenager. i was surprised though, cuz the only thing that i was worried about was her going postal on me. she didnt. all she said was she knew i have been lying all this time, and that ill get in trouble if i drink anymore,but IF I DO DO IT AGAIN...(thats a little contratictory huh?) then i should only drink from things with lids so guys can't put exstacy in my drink and then rape me. im glad to know shes looking out for me. plus, she says, make sure you have condoms so that if you get too drunk, you will at least be protected. to which i said "first of all, im a [social] drinker. meaning, i dont get drunk off my ass to the point that i let any guy that wants to sleep with me do it... but thanks for the advice"
so i have been working on the honesty thing, its not going too well, or maybe it is, idk. my psychologist told me that being honest and telling the truth all the time would really help me control my anger and depressing moods. it seems to work pretty well. plus he told me to avoid people i dont like. so i wrote one of them a corny letter (email) saying "you are not my friend, stop acting like you are." and my mom read it and guess who got in trouble? yep, my sister. no just kidding, me. i cant do anything right. jeeze

oh the drama

2004-08-30T13:30:00.000-09:30

first off i just want to start out by saying that if anyone has ever had the urge to just beat the living hell out of their mom, wait for the opportune moment, and then DO IT. oh my gah, like, me and my mom got in this fist fight the other day, and i was screamin and yellin, and she was screamin and yellin, and my stepdad was speculating with a camera and a ferocious laughter. anyway, all i wanted to do was study in the living room and the bitch wouldnt let me study in there, why not i dont know, because she wants me to study, and the one night i actually have the motivation to do it, she wont let me do it in peace where i want to? WTF is that man?
but i was also informed through all this crap that my mother is almost diabetic, and god damn it you know its my fault... i stress her out, and her medical record is out the fuckin wazoo because of ME(btw she told me this thinking i might feel sorry for her. i wonder if she knows i take pride in that little tidbit? *ponder*), YAY VICTORY!
then theres the whole situation with the friends.the best friend was angry because when i ran away after i faught with my mom, i didnt run to her house. (seeing that her house is like 6 hours away on feet, im not really seeing where shes coming from with the anger?) i felt more secure running the short 5 minute distance to bitch ass courtneys and calling my dad for a ride. anyway, me and bets (bets is my best friend) fought all weekend. she used NATE (the dumber than a stick almost college graduate)as a scapegoat to be mad at me for whatever else problems she had goin on in her life. (*sidenote-what the fuck is a scapegoat?) ok so hes the dude she likes, and i hate him, not only cuz hes like 200 years older than her, but because hes just stupid, and stupid cant even describe him. like hes so dumb when hes sober that he will walk in the room and see you sitting there and say hey, then walk out and five minutes later walk in again and be like "hey, when did u get here" or maybe he is just stupid all around, he drives a truck thats ugly as sin. and i personally despise him, but thats just me. but u know how when girls like a guy they get all uptight and think that everyone else likes them too. so betsy thought i liked him and was all "gah" the whole weekend and freakin out that i was gonna steal him from her or whatever, and we faught, and she was scared i was not gonna be her friend anymore just cuz i was cussing at her (wake up people, cussing is part of my daily language, dont let it o fuckin ffend you).
ok so thats my story for now. thats all i got, catch me when i come off tour.

gah

2004-08-23T19:19:00.000-09:30

(another msn conversation with kelly, heres the story part of it. sidenote: my msn screen name was "Katerina_and she was like"dont cuss in front of your sister" and i was like "FUCK YOU, YOU STUPID BITCH ASS MOTHER FUCKER!!!"" and kelly asked me why it said that... now, storytime

Katerina_and she was like "dont cuss in front of your sister" and i was like "FUCK YOU, YOU STUPID BITCH ASS MOTHER FUCKER!!!" says:
ill tell u the story real quick
Kelly says:
ok

ok, i got in a fight with pam cuz im sittin here typin my fuckin paper
and i changed my subject from the end of the world to how the world began, anyway
the only computer is in my dads room
so pam says u need to hurry up cuz i wanna put lindsey down for bed
and i say "hold on a sec, its gonna take a little longer cuz i changed topics"
and she was like "well earlier u said it would only take 5 minutes"
and i was like "yea but i changed subjects so its gonna be longer"
and she was like "well just hurry up she needs to go to bed"
and i was like "ill finish in a minute"
and she said... AGAIN "hurry up"
and i was like "fine ill stop now, ill just fail"
and she was like "listen here, im trying to do something for work [like i give a shit] so i dont need your smartass comments"
and my dad is in the bathroom yellin "whats goin on in there?"
and im like "nothing... PAM? did i do somethin to you today?
"...cuz ur bein a complete bitch to me today"
and she was ilike "dont cus in front of ur sister

Kelly says:
ohh, hence the quote

Katerina says:
yea but my quote is not real, but it sounded like a good ending to my story

so thats my story for today. wow i said "and i was like and she was like" alot...peace

egg rolls and suspensions

2004-08-20T18:17:00.000-09:30

first off i just wanted to check to see if anyone else realized that i spontaneously wrote about egg rolls in two blogs in a row, and if u think about it, i have now written about egg rolls in three blogs in a row cuz im writing about them right now.
ok now about the suspension story, i was going to write the story all over again, but i think im just going to paste a conversation i had earlier with kelbel the hellion, because she just makes life so much more fun:

Me: did u hear my story about almost being suspended today?
Kel: omg, no, what happened?
Me: i almost got kicked in the face by mrs freakin everett
Me: because she hates life and dress code violations too
Kel: oh god i hate that woman
Me: actually i almost kicked HER in the face
Kel: hahaha
Me: then, on top of everything, she tried to write me up for skipping when i got to the office to sign out because my english teacher didnt write me a freakin note sayin SHE KNEW I WAS NOT IN CLASS?!?!?!?!?!
Kel: haha, oh geez
Kel: bets said something about that
Me: so i was like, ok ill go get a note, and the idiot just stared at me for like two hours and then started bitchin about why her life sucks and why im a bad student
Me: and how everyone needs to do everything for themselves, and that she shouldnt have to do anything but sit behind a desk because shes a secretary and thats what secretaries do, they dont make phone calls, they dont write words on pieces of paper
Me: they dont have conversations with people
Me: they just SIT there
Kel: what a moron, she wouldnt let me borrow her pen the other day, she's crazy
Kel: oh for god sake
Kel: what a bitch egotistical woman... who needs to wax her lip
Kel: well, that's what she does most of the time
Kel: sorry, you have to work for that paycheck, small though it may be
Kel: your shining face doesn't brighten anyone else's day either
Kel: good god
Kel: holier than thou bitch
Me: hahahaha, then she ways yellin at hardy (her boss)
Me: and he was just givin her a look like "whoah, hitler on wheels"

yea, thats mrs everett, for those of you who have not discovered her lack of people skills, something is wrong with you, and let me just give you a pointer - her kids will HATE HER ONE DAY!
http://www.illwillpress.com/squirrelsongs.html
i strongly suggest you people go to that website, its so awesome its not even cool.

2004-08-19T16:04:00.000-09:30

Croizee Nights at the Stallions Place

spychic19

2004-08-19T15:22:00.000-09:30

This is taken from someone elses (spychic19) blog, its so inspiring to me:
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This can be considered the official "my mother is a freakin insane crack-whore" post. SBKUFD38Y59BDFnudie!
Okay...Last night, was all fun, went to H-town, got a hotel room, lied to my mom...(who BTW is a freakin insane crack whore)...but you see everything was just going swell...

I have been telling her now for like weeks that she needs to write down when I call to check in, or knock on her door when I get home. That's our little system, I can stay out pretty much as late as I want as long as I check in every fer hours and knock on her door when I get home. This system has been working pretty well, except it's becoming so frequent that I get home after she has gone to sleep that it's all kinda starting to run together, and she can't remember if I checked in or not. So I tell her "you need to put a pen and paper on your nightstand so you can wright down when I check in." She still hasn't done it so whenever she suspects that I didn't check in...I run into her stupid little traps that are absolutely ridiculous.

Take today for instance...yeah, last night I was supposed to call and check in when I got "back into town" so I called her at like 2 am and was like "okay, we're back in town"...she's like (half asleep) "okay, y'all going to meghan's" ...I'm like "yeah, we're really tired" ...and she's like "okay thanks for calling, good night." And then this morning I get home, and I go to the front door cause my mom and buster were gone, but I forgot my brothers had gone to my dad's. So, yeah, I'm ringing the doorbell, figurin, they're probably asleep, and need to be waken up to answer the door and let me in...They don't answer (maybe, cause they aren't there) so I go around back and come to find that the garage door combination had been changed. And I am just like "those bastards." So I figured they were probably just being idiots and changed it while I was gone and didn't tell me, even though I have no other way of getting in, (I can't be trusted with a fucking key). So I am waling around for like 20 minutes trying different birthdays and holidays on the lock (yeah, they're so original). And still ringin' the doorbells, like a dumbass. And then I start lookin in my bag for something to pick the lock with, cause I know they don't use the deadbolt cause they don't have a key for it. So I use my drivers liscence, I get in...no problem. I call them up to see why they didn't tell me they changed the friggen code. And my mom is like "Well...why didn't you call last night when you got back into town?" I'm like WTF!!! I'm like "I DID CALL YOU, I TOLD YOU YOU NEED TO WRITE IT DOWN [you stupid bitch]!" And she's like "Oh, did you call? Are you sure? I wasn't sure." and I'm like "SO YOU LOCK ME OUT OF THE[FUCKING] HOUSE?!" GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! And then she's like "Well, how did you get in?" And I'm like "Hehe yeah right, like I'm going to tell you!" And now she's all pissed...boo hoo. GIVE ME A KEY, BITCH!

3 hours to kill

2004-08-19T14:24:00.000-09:30

ok so today was a pretty cool day. last night i forgot to read "barn burning" for english class, and we had a quiz on it today. luckily for me im one hell of a guesser and got a hundred. i know, i know, props to my brain for that one. i got my psych test back and i got an 85 on it, better than expected, and praise the gods who give me 7 extra points back for doing test corrections. not bad, not bad at all.
this afternoon was the best. at school, i cut through the grass at the side of the parking lot to get out earlier and lied to the assistant principal when she asked if i did it, and she believed me and let me go. i guess its cuz i was a girl listening to piano music on my car radio, and she thought "how could this sweetie tell a lie?". mwa ha ha, she has no idea.
then the topper was i got back to my homeschool (from the AP career center place thing-a-ma-bob) and cross country practice was canceled on acount of heat... newsflash people - - yesterday we ran our meet in 92 DEGREE WEATHER! no difference. anyway, so i told my mom practice was at tanglewood (30 minutes away) and i wouldnt be home until 7:30, then i found out it was canceled, so i went to betsys house to clean out their pantry. i swear i ate everything in sight. the house is a freakin eating machine, u just can't stop. it was good times cuz im never allowed to go to betsys on school days, and my mom thought i was at tanglewood the whole time when i was really at betsys for three hours. mwa ha ha, it must be the sweetie look i have in my eyes that says "how could this sweetie tell a lie?" mwa ha ha. she has no idea.
today we did stream of consiousness writing in class, cuz thats how william faulkner wrote "barn burning" (which i read after i took the quiz on it, and let me just tell anyone who reads this... dont waste your time on it, it was horrible) anyway, we didi stream of consiousness writing today (as you can see, i like stream of consiousness writing) and it was so much fun because i was just writing and writing and wow i think alot. its kind of annoying though because you cant write as fast as you think, so it doesnt work that well. i ate egg rolls for dinner from CHINA KING or whatever its called. im in love

psychology of things

2004-08-17T16:38:00.000-09:30

So I'm sitting here in class (actually im not in class right now, physically i am in my home copying writing off of a sheet of paper that i wrote while i was in class cuz i had this huge epiphany and i was like whoah) anyway, so, hypothetically (or maybe not hypothetically, the question is, do i REALLY know what HYPOTHETICALLY means?) back to my story (its really not a story its just a 10 second spew on why i love christmas) anyway, im sitting in psychology class and the first weird thing is we were supposed to be studying for our test which is tomorrow, but i (being one of the highly populated group of students who have a five-second attention span) just could not resist, and i began working tediously on something different. That would be a letter to my friend who lives in Argentina, but thats not important to my story. Then i drew a picture of a cliff and there was a line of people standing under a tree walking towards the edge of the cliff, and when they get there they get in "egg roll" position and roll off and fall into nowhere. it was really cool, but that doesnt pertain to my story either.
ok heres where i start to copy off of my freshly cut notebook paper (its new, cuz school just started - i hate it when the edges get all jagged and crap, then i have to buy a new notebook to make it look pretty - which theres no point anyway, cuz after this month, i will probably never take it to school or use it again, that would be the slack kicking in).
OK ... Begin copy... NOW "I feel like I am really selfish because Im sitting here in class suposedly studying for tomorrows test, and instead, im sitting here writing a list of things I want for Christmas and my Birthday (which are precisely 11 days apart - - for those of you inteligent people, it can be concluded that my birthday is either December 14th or January 5th, guess yourself, i forgot which). The list itself is selfish considering it is only August, but then i start looking over the list. My god, rollerblading "shit" (maybe the word gear would have sufficed, or even a descriptive tone could have worked... u know a helmet, bearings, laces, you know DETAILS), green lights under my car (yea, the car that i wont have in six months, what a waste), money, stuff for college, a new camera, makeup, a new bathroom (yes. i said a new bathroom), clothes, cell phone, jewelry, purses, precious moments, bla bla bla. I mean good lord, the only things that seem reasonable are college stuff and money, and maybe the precious moments. Oh well, thats what christmas is for.
Anyway, if i want to take part in the "giving" festivities (which i normally dont want to but its expected or else my mom cries cuz she thinks i dont care about her cuz i didnt buy her diamonds) i need money, which i DONT have cuz i spend it all on useless crap like more shoes and purses, and that means i need a job which i cant get cuz my mom wont let me work. Which in all actuality is rediculous cuz she cries if i dont get the present for her, but i cant work therefore i cant afford the gift, so she starts the chain reaction AND ends it. Oh well, no present for her, not my fault. Hah, damn, it really sucks not having money."

curly haired freaks

2004-08-15T14:35:00.000-09:30

holy smokes, i love the song from night at the roxbury "its a beautiful life" "where do you go" i like that one too. anyway.
i just have to say that if any more four year olds come up to me and start yelling at me because they didnt get their way or start yelling at me to do stuff like they are possessed, im going to go off the deep end. im going to loose my noodle. how the hell do you spell loose, is it loose or lose? i dont know. anyway im gonna lose it with everyone. With court, whos annoying the crap out of me lately, just because she is, and she can, so she does. lindsey, well, we already know that situation.
sidenote: so i was at my father's house, and i was told at 7:30 at night to make my bed. maybe its just me, but what kind of freak idea was that? i mean come ON, who makes their bed when half the family is going to sleep anyway, and i was just gonna sleep in it four hours later anyway. Plus, its not like there was gonna be company coming over to make sure it was made or anything. get over it, ill leave my room dirty if i want to.