I work all the time. I hate when the entire upper half of my arm is peeling and itching and flaking off black all over my sheets. We talk about moving back to Denver more and more and I am getting homesick because DC still doesn't quite feel like home. I remember missing California like this, maybe I'll adjust soon and stop feeling so lost without snow and mountains.

List twenty facts about yourself. Note how many
minutes it takes you and tag that many people to do it too.

1. I use the word 'awkward' to describe anything I feel is weird
2. I have an intense fear of deep water
3. Stand up comedy is my backup backup backup backup plan in life, ask Monique
4. I am going to write at least one book in my lifetime
5. The aforementioned book may or may not be interesting
6. I plan on moving to New York next summer (so much for that plan, I guess moving to DC years later is close enough, right?)
7. I really want a motorcycle. Like, intensely bad.
8. I'm a huge perfectionist with certain things, but not all.
9. I refuse to date or have anything to do with the opposite sex. (apparently did not believe in marriage at that point, the irony)
10. I want a Martin accoustic guitar like none other.
11. I try my hardest just to spite people instead of being honest with them.
12. I really do have emotions. Really. I promise.
13. I don't have a best friend.
14. I like photography a lot.
15. I want to move to Europe after college and teach, which will very likely happen. (I have since decided I would rather manually remove my own fingernails than be a teacher)
16. I read like two or three books a week on average.
17. I can't have kids. This didn't bum me out in the slightest until recently. (this was because I figured I would never get married. HA.)
18. I can write backwards in cursive perfectly.
19. My favorite work of art is Cupid and Psyche by Antonio Canova
20. I hate pineapple, people with atrocious grammar and spelling, and attention whores.

2005 was an interesting year. 2008 is going to be the best one yet. I love Eric so much, I look back on how I used to be and I am amazed that I met someone to perfect and so patient with me to help me get to who I am today. I am so sappy when I'm tired, I guess this is my version of the drunken voicemail. Late night Livejournaling (totally a phrase now) should be avoided at all costs. Also, I used to be one mean little fucker. Really, I'm stunned at my past self. She was a fucking bitch.

I have finally given in to Facebook, find me people.

Some girls are crazy
Just listen to what I have to say about it
You've gotta watch out for the beautiful ones
They'll twist your head right off your neck
And laugh about it with their friends
That's just one night for them
They target you with their eyes
And move with their lips
And it pulls you in
She shuts you down with her voice again
And now are you listening?
This song goes out to girls
That we haven't met just yet
This song is for stupid girls
Who think that every boy is all about them
These girls are crazy...
Just listen to what I have to say about it
You've gotta watch out for the younger ones
They'll tightly wrap you around their fingers
And brag to all their friends
It's nothing but a game to them
Then target you with their eyes
And move with their lips
And it pulls you in
She shuts you down with her voice again
And now are you listening?
This song goes out to girls
That we haven't met yet
This song is for stupid girls
Who think that every boy is all about them
You think you're on top of the world
When all the eyes are on you
Just wait until your heart breaks
And you'll know how I felt when I wrote....

you left YOUR account logged in this time....

It's 10 degrees outside. The high tonight? 3.

This is my laptop, that I allow you to use all the time. So naturally I reserve the right to leave my shit logged in because I paid for this. You should now bake me cookies and tell me what a fair and just ruler-- I mean... girlfriend, I am.

eric wins this time. all of you call kate, and tell her not to bug me about leaving my accounts logged in on the computer, when she does the EXACT SAME THING. eric ftw, PWN3DZ0r3d.

eric is the dank nugs suckas!

Eric and I are getting a puppy on Saturday. It is going to look like this little guy right here:


We're debating names, we're thinking Rancor or Vader because we're nerdy like that. Suggestions?

My plane leaves tonight. I'm extremely saddened about leaving but at the same time I know it won't be long until I am back, and permanently so.

he said hate: no it does make sex
he said hate: shit
he said hate: sense
thisxkate: hahahahahahaa
thisxkate: freudian slip?
he said hate: god damnit i thought you could only do that out loud

Every time I listen to Dimmu Borgir it blows my mind. Metal and a fourty eight piece symphony from Prague.
So. Amazing.

All I was doing was trying to get some cake when Stephanie flashed me in my kitchen just now.

"The measure of a person's love for you is the depth of his hurt at your betrayal; that's the only way you can now how much, or how little, you matter." - Marya

Wow. Just... Wow. The audacity of certain people is simply just astonishing.