[Ganked from Liz]

List Twenty Friends 1) Liz
2) Amanda
3) Valerie
4) Jess
5) Keith
6) Scott
7) Kelly
8) Tyler
9) Molly
10) Chris
11) Levi
12) Dani
13) Dan
14) Josh
15) Hawk
16) Casey
17) Tiah
18) Madame
19) Birgitte
20) Bettina

-Who is #8 going out with?
Umm, I'm pretty sure he's still going out with Natalie.
-Is #9 a boy or a girl?
Girl. Most definitely.
-Would #11 and #2 make a cute couple?
Nope, not so much. Sorry Dani, but I think you'd be a little too high maitenance for Levi.
-How about #18 and #4?
Not so much. Seeing as one is a teacher and the other is in a serious relationship.
-What grade is #17 in?
She's in eleventh.
-When was the last time you talked to #12?
Three minutes ago.
-What is #6's favorite band?
I dunno, he changes his mind so often
-Does #1 have any siblings?
Yeah, her half-brother and step-sister, both younger than her.
-Would you ever date #3?
Maybe if we both swung that way. But we don't. *sigh* just kiddin' babe.
-Would you ever date #7?
Still don't swing that way.
-Is #16 single?
Yeah, as far as I know.
-What's #15's last name?
Oh shit. I think I knew it at one point in time.
-What's #10's middle name?
Oh damn. This one I KNOW I knew at one point in time...John?
-What's #5's favorite thing to do?
Hang out with us when we're in Pine Ridge?
-Is #13 hot?
Yeah, if you're into geeks. Dan's awesome, but not hot, persay.
-Would #14 and #19 make a good couple?
I don't think so. Josh isn't into highschool dating and Birgitte lives in Denmark
-What school does #20 go to?
OHS
-Tell me a random fact about #11?
He's got this big thing for Dream Theater and is going to Chicago to see them this summer.
-And #3?
She used to play Barbies with me with cement blocks as houses.
-Have you ever had a crush on #15?
nope
-What's #4's favorite color?
purple or orange
-Would you make out with #14?
Hell yeah!
-Does #7 like #20?
I don't think they know each other.
-Does #8 like #19?
They don't know each other.
-How did you meet #2?
Computer Science class
-How did you meet #18?
Well, she's the awesomest French teacher EVER!!!
-Does #10 have any pets?
no, he lives in an apartment. but he likes cats.
-Is #12 older than you?
Yeah.
-Have oral relations with #3?
Oh yeah.
-Does #2 have any cute siblings?
Nope.
-What about #16?
Definitely not.
Later folks,
Katy

[End of the Year]

I just finished my Computer Science I Final. Wow. I'm pretty sure I tanked that one. Couldn't understand what it was Mr. Maine was asking half the time, so I just guessed. On a few of the questions, once I actually read them and started writing them out, I was like "Oh, duh!"
But one the rest of them...no such luck. Took my College English Skills Final today as well. That went pretty well. I'm pretty sure I passed that class, but then again there was that book report do-ma-job that I totally didn't do. I haven't even finished the book and we gave our report a week ago. But there's nothing I can do about it now since Mrs. Berglund doesn't believe in extra credit. Which is the way it should be, since it was totally my fault I didn't do anything for our presentation.
This weekend will be better though. I'm going out to see Nickel for about as long as Becky can stand having me. And I'm also going to Rice County for as long as they can stand me. And I have class tonight! Yay! I couldn't go last weekend because there was just so much going on, and since it's up in Northfield, and we only have one licensed driver in the family...it just wasn't happening. Then there was the added bonus that my grandparents were in town and my mother would really prefer not to tell them she's letting her oldest daughter take witch classes. Not only letting her but paying for them as well. I can't blame her. The minute they thought my Aunt Steph was into that stuff they about had a coniption. So...we'll just have to see.
Now I'm going to work on the CSI stuff that I'm behind in so maybe I can pass with a B. Talk to you later.

Katy

[TIRED!!!]

I am so friggin' tired I could fall asleep right now and stay that way for 15 hours. And it's only seven o'clock at night. I have had very little sleep the past few nights - yes, it's been my fault - and have been working my ass off the past three days to get work done for school, and at my job. The end of the school year is in four days, thank gosh. If it was any longer, I'm afraid I would have a mental breakdown.
Speaking of, I'm down to 10mg a day on my Prozac. I take a 20mg pill every other day, and it really seems to be working well. Of course my grades are insanely sporadic and may very well all be quite less than adequate this quarter. I know they all are for the rest of the year. I don't think I have one bloody A other than French, and I'll be damned if any of the rest of them are over a B. Where's Hermione and her Time-Turner when you need them, eh?
Oh well, all laughs aside, we had this kind of weird conversation today about suicide in Psych II. I was a little worried about the effect it would have on Levi, since the last time death was a large topic of the class, he had a rough time of it. But he seemed to be okay. Maybe he's just better at keeping it inside. I hope that's not it, for his sake.
Back to the grind, my supervisor's coming.
Ta,
Katy

[Night at the Wanous's]

Yesterday, I don't think I was home for more than an hour. I swear. Got up at 8 fucking thirty because Liz called me to ask if I wanted to go to Best Buy with her. I couldn't cuz I had to go to a classmate's house so we could do this project for College English Skills - which took ALL FUCKING DAY!!!! Seven and a half goddamn hours in fucking Ellendale. In a basement. That was FREEZING!!!!!
I was pissed.
Oh well, we got the project done and then I went to Hy-Vee to meet up with Amanda because we were going to go to Faribo and I was spending the night at her house. Stopped back at my place and I grabbed some cash and clothes and then we went to her boyfriend's place in Faribo. I got to play with his four-month old nephew the whole time which was SO much fun!!! He's the sweetest little thing and after I got over my nervousness of being in someone's house who I didn't know, I was basically baby-sitting because his mom had work to do and I didn't really have a problem with it. We danced around the living room and I gave him his bottle and we watched a little TV and then he went to sleep on my chest while I was laying down on the couch. Such a cutie.
I want one. I really do. Maybe I should just meet some asshole and get pregnant so I can be the single mom at eighteen that I've always wanted to be. Who knows? But we all know that's not going to happen anytime soon because of the male gender's STRONG aversion to me and my attitude. Oh well, their loss.
Talked to Margaret the other day. I'm at 200 lbs and I finally fessed up to my Ma that I hated myself. So now I'm going to get healthy. Gonna lose 60 pounds and I'm gonna look FINE. Course that won't be for another year, but who cares? No one will even recognize me when I get back from college. Fuckers.
Late-ah,
Katy.

[Katy-girl]

Does anyone really know where my nickname of Katy-girl, or Katy-kins came from? I mean, really. Am I the kind of person who seems like they WANT to be called Katy-fucking-kins? Come on! You would think that the people who should know me best would have figured that out by now.
I have been given a grand total of...three nicknames that I haven't had any certain aversion to(putting aside all the nicknames my parents gave me when I was still under 18 months).
First off)Katy-bird. My dad gave me that nickname and still calls me that to this day. My sister's name is Spaghetti Hair or Kitty Karen. That's just the way my dad is. Plus, what's wrong with being called a bird? Nothing.
Second name: Killer. This was given to me by my seventh-grade Geography teacher Mr. Noet when he found out how combatative I could be. And of course, as the entirety of the OHS student populace knows, that was when I wanted to be feared by the entire male gender.
Third and lastly: Fiend. My friend Liz gave me this nickname - I can't quite remember why - and she has the adjoining one of Minion. This name has caught on in French class, and that is what I sign all of my papers as in that particular class. It's an ongoing joke between the two of us and our teacher.
Now, examine this list carefully. Do any of those look like Katy-girl or Katy-kins. I don't think so.
And now, I'm gonna go and watch movies at a friend's house with the guy I happen to like (her cousin), in a place where people call each other by either their ACTUAL names, or ACCEPTABLE nicknames.
This has been a presentation of Rants-of-a-Psycho-Fiend(c). Thank you for listening, and good night.

[Boredness]

A - Accent: What accent? I dunno what ch’all are takin’ about.
E - Essential make-up: essential? You’re kidding me right?
F - Favorite perfume/cologne: deodorant
H - Hometown: Owatonna, MN
I - Insomnia: Not presently. Quite the opposite in fact.
J - Job title: Office Assisstant
K - Kids: not yet. Not that easy.
L - Living Arrangements: With my ma and sisters
M - Mum's birthplace: Fort Bragg, North Carolina
O- Overnight hospital stays: not yet
N - Nastiest injury: Jumped out the window, twisted me ankle
P - Phobia: heights
Q- Favorite Quote: “Horses love me, cowboys fear me.” Anonymous
R - Religious affiliation: Witch
S - Siblings: 2 sisters, karen (14) and amy (8)
T - Time you wake up: after noon
U - Unnatural hair colors you've worn: Unnatural? What is this unnatural you speak of?
V - Vegetable you refuse to eat: cauliflower
W - Worst habit: being a bitch. Yes, that counts.
X - X-rays you've had: teeth and ankle
Y - Yummy foods you make: Pizza rolls. Okay, I microwave them.
Z - Zodiac sign: Scorpio.

Yeah. I'm pathetic.
Get used to it.
Ta.

[Life So Far...]

So let's see here. No longer crushing on the drummer, got a thing for the jock now. Okay, always had a thing for the jock, but now it's stronger than the drumer, especially cuz the drummer is NEVER going to work out. And the jock...well, can't talk about that right now...sworn to secrecy on many different accounts.
I've got a job interview at Nike next week, and I'm really hoping that goes well. If it doesn't, then I'm stuck at InTouch for the next couple of weeks until I can find another job to apply for. I applied at KwikTrip a few weeks ago and they haven't called yet either. I hate my job at InTouch, especially because I get a grand total of about ten hours every two weeks. Yeah, like I only need that much money. Hello! I have a horse to take care of. A horse that costs a minimum of 0 a month.
Gotta go. Class started.
KT

[Redneck Jokes]

40 Things Never Said By Southerners

40. Oh I just couldn't. Hell, she's only sixteen.
39. I'll take Shakespeare for 1000, Alex.
38. Duct tape won't fix that.
37. Lisa Marie was lucky to catch Michael.
36. Come to think of it, I'll have a Heineken.
35. We don't keep firearms in this house.
34. Has anybody seen the sideburns trimmer?
33. You can't feed that to the dog.
32. I thought Graceland was tacky.
31. No kids in the back of the pickup, it's just not safe.
30. Wrasslin's fake.
29. Honey, did you mail that donation to Greenpeace?
28. We're vegetarians.
27. Do you think my gut is too big?
26. I'll have grapefruit and grapes instead of biscuits and gravy.
25. Honey, we don't need another dog.
24. Who's Richard Petty?
23. Give me the small bag of pork rinds.
22. Too many deer heads detract from the decor.
21. Spittin is such a nasty habit.
20. I just couldn't find a thing at Walmart today.
19. Trim the fat off that steak.
18. Cappuccino tastes better than espresso.
17. The tires on that truck are too big.
16. I'll have the arugula and radicchio salad.
15. I've got it all on the C drive.
14. Unsweetened tea tastes better.
13. Would you like your salmon poached or broiled?
12. My fiance, Bobbie Jo, is registered at Tiffany's.
11. I've got two cases of Zima for the Super Bowl.
10. Little Debbie snack cakes have too many fat grams.
09. Checkmate.
08. She's too young to be wearing a bikini.
07. Does the salad bar have bean sprouts?
06. Hey, here's an episode of "Hee Haw" that we haven't seen.
05. I don't have a favorite college team.
04. Be sure to bring my salad dressing on the side.
03. I believe you cooked those green beans too long.
02. Those shorts ought to be a little longer, Darla.
01. Nope, no more for me. I'm drivin tonight.

Enjoy!!
-Katy

[There's a reason nobody likes suicide.]

Check ai's livejournal and you'll get it.
Katy

[Quizzers]


B:

Your Beauty lies in Plain Sight. Plain, simple and the girl next door. People tend overlook you as you are the
"normal girl", but you're actually very beautiful. And you have plenty about you to
set you apart, but more that lets you blend. People love the stability you have
because as others may come and go, you will always be there and you may always
be the same. You like simple things and that's what people like about you. You
most likely enjoy things most consider normal, like movies, shopping, that sort
of thing and are very friendly and probably have many friends. You are sweet and
kind and that shows on you, but you're also strong and not very naive. You're a
rather well-rounded individual. Even though some people pass you off as
just another girl, shrug it off because they don't know what they're
missing.

Some Things That Represent You:

Element: Earth, Light Animal: Cat Color:
Pinks, Blues, Browns Song: Girl Next Door by Pilot Expression: Simple
Smile

Gemstone: Alexandrite Mythological Creature: Fox
Demon, Hobbit Planet: Jupiter Hair
Color: Light Brown Eye Color: Brown

Quote: "To the world you may be one person, but to
one person you may be the world."

[Story]

“In the beginning…” No, already been done.
“To start out…” Nuh-uh.
“First off…” Nope, sounds like I’m listing something.
“In the first place…” But there’s no second place.
“Primarily…” Ouch.
“Once upon a time…” Not even gonna start on that one.
For the next five minutes, all Kailyn could think of was crappy beginnings to her story. Got the body, got the brains, need the filler, she thought, repeatedly discarding intro after intro. Finally, she gave up.
Cursing to herself on her apparent inadequacy, the young woman picked up her pen once more and began to describe a tale of faraway places and things no one had ever heard of before – minus the entrance of course. Her pen flew across the paper, telling of heroines and fantastical animals in an imaginary world she only visited in her sleep.
Twenty minutes and seven pages later, Kailyn glanced back over her work and realized there was no way she could sell this to her teacher. Fantasy and fiction were not something he was interested in for a composition class; he preferred in-depth theses and intricate takes on real-life events, not the ludicrous workings of her healthy imagination.
Sighing in regret, she ripped the pages out of the notebook and catapulted them into the garbage can at her feet. Yet another tale that will never see the light of day, she reflected, with an absentminded air. She looked around her room at all the notebooks that lined her shelves, worn with constant use. My entire life is in those notebooks. No wonder no one else knows why I am this way. They’ve never seen those pages. But before she could continue on that tangent, her alarm went off with startling abruptness.
Another day, another battle, she hummed to herself, reciting one of her favorite songs inside her head. She kicked the trash can under her desk and began to prepare for the long day of school ahead, wishing she could climb back under her covers.

***

“So, how is everyone coming along on their pieces? Are we making any progress?” A congressional murmuring arose from the class that the teacher interpreted as an affirmative. “Good, so we’re ready to move on to the next area then. Alright, contemporary writers of the 18th century were…” As Mr. Alphonse went on in his monotone voice, Kailyn tuned him out, completely uninterested in the writing styles of 18th century authors. This class was a mandatory unit, so she had no choice but to attend. That didn’t mean she had to remain attentive.
As she glanced out the window, a young man on a motorcycle pulled into the school parking lot. She couldn’t really pick out his features from this distance, but from what she could see, she knew he was good-looking. But before chancing another glance, Alphonse suddenly realized she wasn’t paying attention.
“Is there something out there more interesting than my discussion Ms. Smith, or are you merely too thick-witted to concentrate?”
Kailyn raised her eyebrow and replied, “No sir, it was definitely your discussion that was making me lose my concentration. The point of fact is, sir, that your lectures are most boorish and lacking in any real material. I suggest you look into that.” And without another word, she got up and walked out of the classroom. Before she managed to close the door, she heard his falsetto command to go to the office. Rolling her eyes, she complied, subconsciously glad of her destination.
The girl didn’t even have to say anything. Mr. Brunswik, her guidance counselor immediately knew. “Alphonse is quite the bore, isn’t he? Let me guess, you just couldn’t resist the opportunity to get out of listening to today’s lecture?”
“Something like that,” Kailyn agreed, glancing around the remainder of the office, but not quite sure what she was looking for.
“Listen, just sit in here for awhile, then after school, I’ll make nice with him and find out if we can get you into an independent study.”
“Or I could just drop the class entirely,” she suggested hopefully.
“No. It’s required, and with your level of intelligence, I refuse to let your chances at a higher education be compromised because of your lack of tolerance.” Kailyn grumbled a bit, but knew he was right. And the only way out of this back-drop of a town was a full-ride scholarship.
“So do you actually have any work to do or can I get you to do some things for me?” Mr. Brunswik asked, already knowing the answer.
“What d’you think?” Kailyn answered. Brunswik nodded and handed her a sheaf of papers. “To the teachers’ boxes or classrooms?” she asked, referring to destination of the invoices.
“Whatever gets you out of here for more than ten minutes so I might get something done,” he replied, already immersed in his next project. Rolling her eyes, Kailyn left the room, and strode down the hallway, headed for the main office.
Upon entering the office, Kailyn realized what had made her suddenly need to get out of class. Standing before the secretary’s desk stood the man she had spied through the window, black leather jacket and all. Damn, there are sooo many things I’m gonna not hear, thinkin’ about this man. A walking distraction, that’s what he is.
Quickly shaking herself back to reality before anyone saw her drooling, Kailyn walked back to the teachers’ boxes and began distributing her deliveries, looking out from under her eyelashes every few seconds to try and catch a glimpse of the man’s face. But no such luck was to be had. He kept his face tilted downward, giving the secretary his full attention and never even raising his head to look around. Plus his head was home to a gracious amount of shaggy auburn hair, so she couldn’t even get a side profile. Disappointed, Kailyn gave up and finally got all the messages delivered.
Having thought she had no chance of seeing this guy’s face, Kailyn headed towards the office door, when the secretary called her over.
“Could you show this young man where his classroom is?” she asked politely. “He’s a new student here and I just have too many things to do right now. Do you mind?” Inside her head, Kailyn was thinking – in a shameless voice - Not at all. But she managed to calmly reply, “No problem.” Something that wasn’t embarrassing for either of them to endure.
“Let’s see your schedule,” she said when they reached the hallway. His hand appeared in her frame of vision and she managed to spy Economics class on it before the man pulled his hand back. Glancing up in confusion, Kailyn finally got her first good look at him.
His eyes were the most gorgeous shade of brown she’d ever seen, and the fact that they were staring right at her, made them all the more beautiful. Her knees almost started to shake, he was that attractive. But she caught herself before she could become any more obvious and automatically placed her emotional mask over her face.
“What the hell was that about?” she snapped. “I can’t tell you where your classes are unless you let me look at the stupid piece of paper.” One of his brows rose in a piqued manner, and without a word, he turned and strolled down the other end of the hallway.
Nutter, she thought. Dumbass doesn’t even know when to accept help. And that was the last thought she had of him all day.

***

“So how was school?”
“Oh just dandy,” Kailyn replied sarcastically to her mother, with a sardonic grin on her face. Julia Smith rolled her eyes at her daughter’s lack of creativity.
“You say that every time you come home. And every time, I know it was always just a regular old crap-shot of a day.”
“So why do you ask?”
“You’re asking me to make sense of something I do? Are you insane?” Julia answered, smiling. Her daughter returned the gesture, a true smile this time, instead of a grisly replica.
“Have anything going on tonight?” she asked, wanting to check out the new strip mall on the south end of town.
“Yeah, I’m sorry love. I’ve got some folks coming over to look at the new baby and we really need this sale, so…”
“That’s alright, can I help?” Julia nodded absentmindedly.
“You know what to do,” she answered and became immersed in her paperwork once more. Kailyn trotted down the stairs of their triplex, headed for the ground level where the goats were kept out back.
Immediately grinning at the sight of the newborn following its mother everywhere, scared to wander beyond two feet, the young woman opened the enclosure and sat down on the sun-warmed ground. The mother looked at her cautiously, before deciding she posed no threat and returning to her grazing. The baby on the other hand, poked his chocolate brown head from behind his mother and stared at her like this was their first introduction. In reality, she had been the first his eyes had ever seen when she pulled him from his dam’s womb. The nanny was having many complications that night and an extra hand in the labor had been well-appreciated.
Of course, he remembered none of this, so was still incredibly shy of her presence. But Kailyn continued to sit still, humming a tune that always seemed to float into her mind, calming those around her when released. And, true to form, the melody worked in this instance as well. Moments into her harmony, the goat child was entranced from the safety of his mother and boldly stepping towards the mysterious woman, trusting her completely.
After a few hours spent getting the newborn used to her human presence, she knew her mother’s customers would be arriving soon, so Kailyn stood up, brushed her jeans off and went to do her chores. The horses needed to be fed and the sheep let in, the cats fed and watered and the dogs put into their runs. And with this list in mind, she heartily went to work.
Upon completing her duties, Kailyn heard voices from the yard that lay in front of the barn. She recognized her mother’s melodic timbre and thought she knew one of the other voices, but couldn’t place it. Walking out the barn’s entrance, she spotted the young man she’d encountered that day at school and froze in her tracks, stunned once more by his appearance.
Damn your hormones! she cursed herself, wishing she was less shallow than her attitude was reflecting. Since when did your knees start knocking at the sight of a guy you hardly know?!? With this harsh reproach in mind, Kailyn wrenched her legs into motion and advanced upon the small group surrounding the nursery enclosure.
“Hey mom. These the buyers?”
“Potential buyers. My name is Catriona Aodh and this is my son Neil.” The woman standing beside the man Kailyn now knew as Neil, had richly dark brown hair that appeared to be red in the setting sun. Her eyes were a deep green and her face the very prototype for Irish perfection. She emanated a pure, gentle light from her face, the image of a perfect woman.
Her son, on the other hand, was staring distantly at Kailyn, giving her the amused, half-smirk she had seen on him earlier that day. Her cobalt eyes narrowed as they met with his brown ones, and she was alarmingly caught up in their depths for a moment. Then she was able to pull herself free and glare at him, irritated he had her so entranced.
But her mother had brought her up to be respectful, if not courteous. So she extended her hand and shook the proffered one of Catriona’s, nodding civilly at Neil. He returned the gesture, the amusement on his face growing with a twitch of his mouth.
“So, what d’you think?” Julia asked the other woman, referring to the newborn goat.
“He’s adorable. How old did you say he was?”
“Barely 24 hours. Kailyn had to rush home from school to help me when I paged her. The mum had a few complications, but everything turned out just fine.”
“He’s a big boy. But healthy?”
“As far as we can tell. He doesn’t stray far from his mum at this point, but what we do see of him walking around on his own looks pretty steady. And Kailyn here has gotten him used to her being in the pen, so he’ll get better with humans as time goes along. Would you like to hold him?” Catriona nodded eagerly, a childlike excitement showing in her eyes. Kailyn stepped to the front of the group and entered the enclosure, humming her charming tune under her breath. The tiny kid trotted right over to her and greeted her by rubbing his head against her outstretched hand.
Murmuring reassurances to him, Kailyn picked the kid up and brought him over to the customers, all the while putting her words to the mysterious refrain.
Seeing the pure, unadulterated joy in Catriona’s face as she held the goat child made Kailyn remember why she was so eager to help her mother do this kind of work. Adopting out abused and abandoned animals into loving homes had been Julia’s lifelong dream and was quickly turning into her only daughter’s as well. While Kailyn reveled in the joyful moment, her eyes arose to Neil’s. She was surprised to see a happiness glowing in his eyes as well, but when he noticed her gaze, he quickly turned it to one of indifference.
Highly amused by this, Kailyn smirked to herself, but then returned to the conversation between her mother and Catriona, bartering over prices and a date when the kid’s new family could bring him home.

Happy, Liz? It's HTML'd now!!!
:P

[ Computer Science]

I dunno what to do. I'm totally lost when it comes to structures, I don't know when I'm gonna find time to hook up with someone who can help me and it's all just...bleh. French is the only thing that's going to be any good today. And that's if we get to watch a movie. I hope so. I have no idea what movie we'll watch, since they've pretty much all been seen by us before, but somehow we'll figure out a way that we don't have to do any work. The state wrestling tournament is today and a quarter of the people in the school are gone, so none of the teachers that actually do stuff with us are doing anything. They don't want to have to teach it all over again. Which is fine by me, that means I can sleep today. But then...Mr Maine just HAD to be gone today, and now I have no one to tell me what to do when structures are concerned. Cassius doesn't know what he's doin', Amanda doesn't know what she's doing and Jess knows nothing about scheme language. And the sub's a total airhead who keeps telling the the boys in the corner to shut up, even though the rest of us know that's never gonna happen. We've been in this class...four weeks? Five? And they haven't shut their mouthes ever since they stepped foot into the class. So she's fighting a losing battle.
Structures are what I've been stuck on this past week or so. And I just DON'T understand them. I've asked Maine for help...that didn't work. I need him to come back to my computer and tell me why stuff isn't working, cuz otherwise this is going to be one long-ass class. That I will fail in the end because I never learned what scheme was all about.
Dammit.

Ta,
Katy

[Well, the show must go on.]

Let a friend see my last entry that I had on here. Didin't get the best reaction back, so I'm thinkin' either he really IS still head over heels about her and Ange and I were totally off, or he's right and I'm just being a major bitch again. Whatever it is, it's not looking good. I've got to start minding my own business and letting other people figure out their own problems. I'm so used to everyone dumping their shit on me and feeling like I have to solve it, that I can't mind my own business and just listen for once without thinking that I have to take action.
Either way, I've got a lot of work to do.
Ta,
Katy

[Horses are the goddess's gift to mankind - we should not waste them.]

Sometimes I just don't understand people. If you're going to put all the time, effort and money into such a beautiful creature, then why the HELL would you just send it to slaughter when it becomes too much of a problem?!? I mean, has human kind lost all relative humanity anymore?!? I just came from the farm where my horse is at, to discover that the horse I first started riding on is leaving today to be sent to the U of M for research purposes and one of the new Arabs who came in last month that were really beat up is being sent to slaughter. And I can't do anything about it!!!
Not only is this mare the sweetest little lady there is, but she just has been used as a broodmare her entire life and isn't used to being around other horses. So she scares easily. Well, she got so scared last week that she tried to hop a fence and ended up ripping her foreleg wide open. And now her owner is shipping her off because his son doesn't want to deal with Shalita - the horse - anymore and wants a new horse. I swear to...AGHHH!!!!!!!! Sometimes I just DON'T GET IT!!!! This horse never did ANYTHING wrong in her entire life, she was skin and bones when she and her buddy came in, and now because her owner's son is bored with her, she's being put to slaughter!
I'm gonna kick some serious ass next time I see that guy. He wasn't even there to see her off! Just called somebody to pick her up in a truck. And since he wasn't there, I couldn't even try to make an offer on her. Or anything! Why doesn't he send her to a horse rescue?!? Or find someone who DOES care about her?!? But no. He'd rather send her off to become dog food.
Stupid bastards. I have no faith in the world anymore. None whatsoever. And now Scott's mad at me because I bit his head off when he said his version of hi to me. Well, work should be fun.

Katy

[Never talk on the phone when you're dead tired. Never.]

Well now my boss probably thinks I'm a junkie. She called me about half an hour ago and wanted to know if I could come in early today because work was an absolute mess. Well, her name's Terri, and I thought she said Mary. Mary is the woman who also boards her horse out where my Nicky is. Mary and I are going out to see the horses today at 11 cuz she lives around the corner from me. But anyways, I was still half-asleep, and then I got really confused when she asked me to come in early and get some extra hours cuz I thought it was Mary. And then she kept saying stuff about extra hours and how Sue wasn't coming in today - the other woman I work with - and so I just stopped her and said, "Who is this?" And she answered, in this really worried voice, "This is Terri, from work?" and I almost died. I told her what my problem was and that I couldn't come in early because I was going to see Nickel, but that I'd stay later tonight. She said okay and we hung up. I'm positive she now believes I was high on something. I'm gonna hear all about it the moment I step foot into work today. I can hear it now. "So, Katy. Had an interesting conversation with Terri..." and "Had a little visit with Mary Jane this morning?" It's gonna be nuts. And that'll be on top of having to sort out whatever shit's goin' on down there.
Oh well.
Ta,
Katy

[My apparent Love Profile. Enjoy!]

Your positive traits: You're red hot passion makes anyone you date feel extremely wanted Loyalty, to the point of doing anything to protect your lover You are mysterious and charismatic - and you easily draw people in Your negative traits: You tend to be paranoid and think that the worst is going on with your lover You turn cold and mean at the first sign of conflict in relationship You sometimes become obsessed with dates - so much so that you develop jealousy early on Your ideal partner: Someone who will take the time to win you over. Not an easy task! Is able to keep up with your carnal appetite... lots of stamina needed. Reassures you of their love and loyalty on a daily basis. Your dating style: Intense. You prefer to stay in with take out and conversation - so that no one else is distracting you and your date. Your seduction style: Hot. New partners have trouble believing that your libido is for real. You have incredible sexual intuition - you always know what your lover craves A bit bossy. You know what you want, and you certainly aren't afraid to ask for it. Tips for the future: Don't be so secretive with your love - they want you the way you are Let go of your jealousy. Your partner has chosen *you* Spend more time alone, doing things you love. It will help you be less obsessive. Best place to meet someone online: eHarmony - your best bet at screening out untrustworthy people Best color to attract mate: Dark red Best day for a date: Tuesday

[DEAD]

This blog is officially dead. I've moved. Katy's moved. And I need to update the link to my page. See, I got it WRONG. >_< Well, here's my page:

Apostate Dreams

And Here's Katy's:

Milady Kat

Please update your links! This page is now DEAD. DEAD, I say! DEAD!

Love, Ann *niko*

[MOVED!]

Ann has MOVED MOVED MOVED MOVED MOVED! This blog is now solely Katy's. Not that she ever updates. . .but, HEY! u.u;;

There's nothing here yet and I haven't titled the sucker, but I have a new blog. No more shitty pitas. Sorry, pitas, but you SUCK! *sticks out tongue*

LINKU

It's such a good page, that riikei.net. *nods* AKI-SAN YOU ROCK! And I'll finally be able to put up clique picture on my blog! (Pitas doesn't upload pictures and my geocities won't let me direct link, the bugger.) Anyway, I'm gonna go now. Since it *is* seven in the morning. Heh-heh. Bye, all!

~Ann Lowe, signing off!

[MAJOR ANNOUNCEMENT]

As soon as the blog is up at riikeiNET I will no longer be blogging here. (Because pitas is a pain in the ass.) Katy, however, will still be here. Updating as often as she does now -- once every six months or so. u.u;; She'll update more when she has a computer that works. (It won't turn on.) Well, I'll see you all at riikei!

~Ann
Quote of the Day: "All you need in life is an H-bomb and a missile launcher." P.S.: I have a deviantART ID now! (Yay!) It's anoyo. Add me, add me!

[And boredom strikes again. . .]

I swear the world will be destroyed in 3 million years because we all ran out of things to do. Honestly. I finished my computer science stuff (Kyle finished first ;_;), and then. . .this. No ff.net or fp.com updates. Noooo. . . the world is trying to bore me to death! Gah. Annoying schmookuhlas. o.O;; Great word, eh? All right. . .time to be. . .productive.

Katy is confusing the crap outta me. I swear she's trying to make me twitch subconsciously. On Friday she asks me and Ang what she could do to screw with Ryan's head while he is in Kansas (or Kentucky, or wherever he's going) and now she's spending uber-huge amounts of time with him. Yeah. Confusing is an understatement. Grr.

And the school won't let us dress up for Halloween. Stupid fuckers. Grr. So everyone out at the Tower (the place where people smoke during lunch) is dressing up anyway. Jess asked if me, Angie, Jeff, and Casey would dress up, too. So me and Casey (who's a guy) are going to go as gay lovers. Me dress up as guy. Heh-heh. And I'm the butch. *cackles* Casey's like, for those who don't know, a foot taller than me. Angie's going as an anime schoolgirl. She's got the outfit and the hair to do it, too. Jeff. . .well, he hasn't said yet. Turd.

Well, Mr. Maine decided to torture the people who actually work in this damn class and give us more to do. Which means I can't goof off. Crap. I finish all my work early so I can play on the internet, damn it, not so I can learn more! >_<

I suppose this means I have to go now. *sigh* Lata,
~Ann

Quote of the Day:
"No one understands the tears of gentle people." I love that. It's my MSN Messenger SN. ^-^

[Meep]

Aargh. . .I totally haven't updated this sucker. Meep! Uhm, news of the weird. . .yep. I need to set a schedule: update one blog before school and one *after* school. *sigh* Or update this one whenever I remember and update my deadjournal every day. *whistles innocently* I could use this blog for a weekly recap? Katy doesn't seem to be updating at *all* anymore. *sigh* Don't worry -- I'll find *some* sort of use for this blog. It will be updated regularly! I promise! I need *some* sort of regularity in my life. ><;;

So, what all's new with me? Well, I got sick of signing some emails "Ann", and some "Ann of TR", and some "Liz", so pitas is Ann, dj is Liz, and all emails are Liz. I friggin' don't care. So there, pen names! (Liz is my RN.) Just so ya know. Though, the name that goes with my emails is still either Anrui Lowe, Ann Lowe, Haikyou Fortunova, Twisted Revolution, or. . .well, that's it. Yeah. I need a clearwave email that has no storage limit so I can just have everything forwarded *there*. ><;;

Anyway, onto something actually *relevant*. I'm taking computer science currently, but I have web site design next semester. Our school has a wiggy schedule system according to everyone else I know's. Anyway, this is my schedule *right now*:
Advisement: Mr. Dorway, C-207 (Only on Mondays)
Hour One: General Bio (you *have* to take *General* Bio as a Sophomore, no AP), Mr. Ngyuen, G-414 (M-F)
Hour Two: Computer Science I, Mr. Maine, G-310 (M-F)
Hour Three: Pre-AP English 10, Mr. Fish, B-106 (M-F)
Hour Four: AP American Studies 10, Mr. Muir, B-301 (M-F)

Yeah. Strange, huh? Anyway. . .my grades are okay (Sci: A-, CS: 100% (darn easy class), Eng: B+ (4-pt quizes that are *weighted* as quizes so if you get ONE wrong, it's 75%), AS: A-), church is fun, Katy's boyfriend is still pending in my mind (on a fairness to her), and, uh, well, I need to put a strikeout through "Fish" or "Ryan" or whoever is on Katy's crush panel 'cuz she's going out with him. . .not crushing.

Meanwhile, *my* boyfriend and I are avoiding each other. Ah, young love. x_X This is what I get for playing mind games at Homecoming. And better yet, my sister *told* Gary I was avoiding him. Eh-heh. Stupid brat. Gah. Oh yeah, and I've been sick for the past week and a half, got ten hours of sleep all this week, had more sugar than is healthy, and am on a permanent sugar high. It's not cool. Or rather, it's UBER-COOL! WOOT! *dies* Yeah. Go read my deadjournal for actually *important* information. I'll put up a link to it on my side panel, right in front of my name. How's that?

~Ann
Quote of the Day:
"I will go up to the one-eyed man and say, 'Hello. My name is Sumeragi Subaru. You kill my sister. Prepare to die.'"
~c/o Liz-chan's webpage (not me, for the love of Elvis). Heh-heh-heh-*gets bonked* Y'know, I think my muses are trying to give me *brain damage*! ><;;

[. . .I AM ALIVE!]

Okay, I know I said I'd start updating more often when school started. . .but I guess I lied. Holy COW I'm busy. I have SIX HOURS of dance every week. And the homework load like tripled. *cries* Anyway. . .we've been having an awesome school year! *cheers* And Katy's working on getting her compu fixed so maybe she'll start updating again. ><;;

M'kay. . .well. . .we went through a bunch of leaf litter in science class (we went to Rice Lake State Park on Friday and collected it. That and the deadwood we're gonna go through tomorrow.). That was gross. We had a "pool of death" (50% water, 50% methane) and we were supposed to pick out all the bugs. *pales and goes green* I have serious arachnephobia. (sp?) Seriously. I almost screamed half a dozen times. And Andrew found it amusing! Cute, innocent little Andrew Boeddeker! He was CHUCKLING at me! *cries* That was a huge spider, too. . .><;;

Anyway, Scott broke his backpack. . .dunno how that was significant. . .'cept that it's only the tenth day of school. Mine's 20-years-old and it's still just fine. -_-;; I just found that funny.

Oh yeah! The pop machine ate me and Scott's dollar! It pissed me off! We put in fifty cents ('cuz he's a dork. I had a dollar bill and a quarter, and it was only one twenty-five; he just wanted to put in one of his own quarters to see if he'd get a different one back) and then realized it didn't take bills (the bill thinger was broken). So we put in some more change. We had a dollar thirty. For some reason Scott pressed the coin return. It only gave us back eighty cents. We blinked at it. Then Scott kicked it and we put the eighty cents back in to see if . . . well, we're just dumbasses, we'll leave it at that. It gave us back *thirty* cents. So Scott attacked the poor pop machine (poor, my ass, the fucker). All-in-all it was very amusing.

Oh, and I brought in the first volume of Yami to show Casey. It was kinda funny. He loved it. Yeah. That's it. I'm gonna go now. *yawns* I be tired. And have three hours of POINTE. POINTE, I say, POINTE! *rubs her toes THINKING about it* ;_;

Ann Lowe
Quote of the Day:
"What goes up has to come down. Just make sure you're outta the way when it lands." ~ I dunno. I either made it up or someone put it in my head. Can't remember.

[quizer]

Hey. I'll update more often when school starts (the second), I almost promise. ('Cuz I'm gonna be REALLY busy.) I'll be doing more entertaining things. Well, yesterday me, Angie, and Scott went to Mankato (a city an hour west of where I live). We drug him through woman's clothing and shoe stores. It was funny. Anyway, I'm writing this entire thing 'cuz I found the FUNNEST quiz in this story I'm reading. Well, here goes:

YOU MUST ONLY ANSWER IN SONG LYRICS!

1.) Are you male or female?: Shania Twain - Man, I feel Like A Woman
MAN, I feel like a woman!

2.) Describe your neighborhood: Queen - ?? (Show Must Go On, I think)
Empty Spaces
Is there anything worth fighting for?

3.) How do you look?: Can't think of one.

4.) What would you say to the person you like? Queen - Show Must Go On
Whatever happens, I leave it all to chance
Another failed romance

5.) Where do you wish you were right now? Meatloaf - Good Girls Go To Heaven
Good girls go to heaven, but the bad girls go everywhere

6.) What would you say to your best friend?: Meatloaf - Everything Louder Than Everything Else
Wasted Youth is better by far than a wise and productive old age!

7.) Any words of wisdom: Look up. (Literally)

8.) What do you wish you were doing right now: Queen - Bicycle
I want to ride my Bicycle, Bicycle

9.) What do you think of drugs and alcohol?: Good Charlotte - (last song on Young and Hopeless)
All my friends just keep on dyin', people 'round me always cryin'

10.) If you could say one thing to your enemy, what would it be?: Queen - We Are The Champions
I've been kicked in the face, but I go on and on and on

11.) What do you usually do on Friday nights?: Can't think of one!

12.) Are you for world peace?: Anathema - Sleepless
Surely without war there would be no loss
Hence no mourning, no grief, no pain, no misery
No sleepless nights missing the dead ... Oh, no more No more war

13.) What do you think about school?: zzzzzzzz *fell asleep before music could start*

14.) How do you feel right now?: Queen - Another one Bites the Dust
Hey, there's another one gone, another one bites the dust

15.) Any closing words?: No.

That was REALLY hard. I'll revamp it sometime when I have a bunch of lyrics on hand. Wow.

Need to stop listening to Queen. . .
Ann

No quote today!

[It's my birthday!]

KYAA~! It's my b-day! I'm sooooo happy! 15 now! But that's not all, no no no! I got the entire Yami no Matsuei manga for my b-day! (Along w/ money to buy two Volumes of the X/1999 manga! *almost giddy* )

I'm SOOO happy. And I think I'm freaking Angie out. She says not really. And I'm talking to l'il Chris! Yay! I SO need a chill pill. Eh. . .NAH! *laughing crazily* I think I'll go bug other people now! But FIRST! Must give list of all I got for b-day:

Yami Manga (11 Volumes)
Yami Anime (4 Volumes)
Afgan
Book (Why Girls Are Weird)
35$
Linkin Park: Meteora
Hair Cut
Plastic Drawer Thingy
Magnets, Post-Its, Pencils
Peridot Gold Necklace
Orange Pop from Angie
Bath-soaps and Rice Dish
Bath-beads
Chobits 7
And SOMETHING from Chelsea. I want a puppy from Amber. ;_; Purebred Alaskan Malamutes. Pedigreed and all. I WANT ONE! (They want me to pay at least a hundred dollars though. The puppies ARE worth six hundred. . .but still. . .)

!Ann!
No quote for today! Instead, and super special:
Hannah's birthday song for me:
Happy birthday to you
You belong in a cartoon
With Hiei and Sano
And Subaru too

[The Long Entry]

Okey doke. I know I've been gone a LOT longer than I said I would. But things kept coming up. And I decided to post all this shit in just one fowl swoop. Here's the lowdown on ALL my vacations (all three). Plus everything that happened in between (that was interesting).

Okay. My first vacation was to Lake of the Woods (which is on the Minnesota/Canada border for those who didn't know). That's a nine-hour drive, FYI. Good Charlotte saved my life. Well, right after we got to the cabin we rented (oh yeah, we really roughed it. the damn cabin was nicer than our HOUSE), Rick (mum's bf) found a Penthouse magazine underneath one of the mattresses. It was sad and pathetic. Then we went fishing. And I sat in my room and listened to music at night. I caught nothing. Rick caught little. It was not really worth it.

Then I spent two days driving. Fun.

Then I left for Colorado. Fort Collins, to be precise. That was another two days of driving. Yay for me. ><;;

The Montreat was fun. Not as fun as I'd hoped, but it was still fun. I roomed w/ Molly Partridge. xD We did REALLY strange things at night after events were over. We had a silly string war, put a mattress in the hall and jumped and slid on it, climbed up the walls (we were at CSU, the walls were close together. you could put your legs on one side and hands on the other and climb up), had a "party" (six people. pop. candy.), and drank Espresso. xD I like Espresso. It's nummy. *evil laughter* I made good friends w/ a guy from Des Moines (Peter), and better friends w/ two guys from my church (Jason Kerr and Chris Gefre). The luau the last night was REALLY fun. I got to swing dance w/ Jason, did the limbo and was in the last twelve or so (of roughly 350. this is cool), ran through sprinklers spraying waste-water, tripped over a sign, laughed my ass off, and figured out how to hula-hoop. xD Oh, and me and Andrew made up a new kickline. *laughs evilly* Iz good. We drove back two days and stayed in Omaha. We stayed in Lincoln on the way out. Tyler Cochran got mono. I hope to God *I* don't have mono. ><;; He's fine now, though. ^_^

I stayed at my dad's for a week before going my cousins showed up. Anyway, the day they showed up (before they arrived) I went to Legally Blonde 2 w/ Dani, and my cousins showed up that Sunday. Btw, it's July by now. We got back from Colorado on the 29th. Cousins showed up on the 5th. *nods* I think that's right. Anywho!

My cousins were here for a week and a half and I learned how to drive a four-wheeler. Michelle stayed over at mum's one night and we went manga and anime shopping. I had eighty dollars to spend. xD I bought the last Yami DVD, Clamp Campus Detectives 2, MARS 11 and 12, and Chobits 6. I got Steph (w/ her money) MARS 4, Chobits 1, and INVU 1. (It was buy 2 get one free at Suncoast. Funfun. [LEAF!])

After they left I went back up to mum's for a day or so, then I went to Katy's family reunion. (Schusters.) It was in Iowa. And they have a really nice house. *nods enthusiastically* Uhm. . .Katy's g-pa (on the other side) died and her step-cousin was murdered. In the same day. If you heard about the four people shot and murdered in Houston, Texas, that was them. Oh. And I now have a son. His name is Brad. I don't know his last and middle names. I must have been on something. *laughs* I suppose I should explain now, ne?

We were playing monopoly at one o'clock in the morning. I was in jail (I honestly only passed Go three times. That's how often I was in jail.) and Brad (Katy's Aunt's Boyfriend's son who is fifteen and lives in Des Moines. He's me and Kate's age. Gonna be a Sophomore.) landed on Just Visiting. He said "Paying old mum a visit." since his real mom IS in jail. Well, that was dark and depressing, so I said, "So I'm your mother now?" and I became his mother. Then he kept trying to hire the Mafia to kill me (yes, Monopoly now has Mafia. . .remember it's one in the morning). After I'd been in jail at least a dozen times we decided I was a part of the Mafia. So I was being hired to kill myself. It was interesting. Then Jessie (Brad's would-be step-sister if Katy's Aunt [Jessie's mother] and his dad got married) noticed a kitten outside the window. The game was forgotten and we went outside to catch it. At one in the morning (you'll notice I keep mentioning the time). Well, we finally caught it. Brad grabbed it and it scratched up his hand. After we got it inside it turned out to be pretty mellow, and we kept it. Or rather, Katy did. It's now at her house. And Brad has made it a rule that whenever Katy goes down to her grandparents' house and he's gonna be there, she must bring both me and the kitten. He wants to see his mommy and his baby. (Don't. Ask.)

As you can see, that was VERY amusing. Now, on to yesterday (July 25th). I went boating w/ Ai and April.

Well, we went to Lake Tetonka. We went inner-tubing first, then water-skiing, then inner-tubing again. The first inner-tubing was uneventful. Then water-skiing. Note that I've never tried that before. I stood up. First try. Proud'o myself. xD Then inner-tubing again. Well, we were goin' really fast (Bob [Ai's Da] was trying to knock me off the tube) and hit a big wave. I slipped down a bit and my butt went in the water. Big problem. My bottom came off (I will NEVER buy a two-piece again). Ai finally retrieved it and held it over her head like a banner. I will forever be remember as the girl who lost her bottom to that family.

Now Da wants me to go to bed (it's 11:11). ><;; Well, g'night all. . .one last note!

My birthday is in two weeks! August 8! I expect people to sign the message-board-thinger! *glares* DO IT!

Lata!
Ann

Quote of the Day: "Hey Ann." "Yep." "Dad told me to ask you if you had your pants on." ". . ." (Me and Ai. This morning. Evil terd.)