It looks like . . . something. I dunno.

12:25pm: Summer, Guilty Pleasures, and So On And So Forth.
Summer is weird. You can't wait for it, waiting down the months, then the weeks, then the days and even down to the hours and the minutes to the seconds. You are free, fucking free, thank god, and see you guys later 'cuz I'm gone baby! And then the next day comes, you wake up, and then you think, "What now?"

Hoo boy, you really don't know. You could spend time watching the NEW AND COMPLETELY AWESOME satelitte, when you finally don't have to go to a motel or somebody's place so you can watch ABC or Animal Planet or something just as equally uncool in comparison, say, Spongebob or Naruto.

Speaking of which, guess one is my guilty pleasure. IT HAS KAKASHI, ALRIGHT? HE'S, LIKE, ONE OF THE FEW SAVING GRACES OF THE SHOW. I LOVE MY PERVERTED BAD ASSES.

I'm also going to summer school for my first painting course. I am so pumped. So pumped that I went on and painted some stuff without going to class first. Go me, I'm getting ahead of myself.

But I am back with dail-up internet connected. Boo boo booo.

I need to go and tend to the garden now. Growing tomatoes and potatoes because of the DRASTIC and TERRIBLE price increase of food lately. (I'm getting really sick of of this fucked up economy, seriously.)

11:48am: Girly timez!
I have a piece at a collegiate art exhibit that has been taken down, so today I had to bring it back. I though it'll be in safer hands at my dad's office.

The thing is, the gallery is way across the drill field. And the office is in the oppposite direction. So I had to carry my piece all across the drill field. With the framing, it is little above my elbow. . .and I'm a fairly short person. As in, when I carry the piece you could only see my feet, my hands, and everything above the shoulders.

If I present it in the front, that is. I found it much easier if I simply carried it sideways, so I pretty much crab-walked my way to the Cobb. Funny picture, now I think about it.

Anyway. I've been asked five times by boys if they could help me out.

I turned them all down, mostly because I got it all handled. Really! I only had to stop a few times because my hands were gettin' all sweaty and I started to loose my grip.

But the most important thing is, this is the most attention I get in ALL YEAR LONG.
All because I'm carrying something that is twice my width and almost as tall as me.
Seriously, is there something wrong with this picture?

10:58pm: Happy Easter, guys, and go eat your chocolate before I steal it from you.

6:41pm: THIS IS THE WORST MONTH EVER. >:c



AAAAAAAARGH.

2:34pm:  Seriously, Mr. College President, what the hell do you want to achieve in trying to exterminate  the daffodills? You are paying people to pull up these plants, and yet you have an emphasis on the limited funds this university has.  

What. The. Hell.

11:32pm: ...

I love irony.

I love it when it bites me in the fucking ass. 

First off, I've gain an entry in the gallery with one of my watercolor paintings. Basically, it decipts life and death.  I need to upload a picture of it sooner or later.  Anyway, today is the day when giving it to the gallery is due. It's been finally framed, the sucker's huge and it's a bitch to carry.  (Well, no. I've carried heavier things, but the painting plus the frame makes it longer than it is originally is.)

I went to my dad's office to pick it up when I caught him talking on the phone. I waited around the office until he finished. He started to call again when the cell phone went up. He looked at the number and groaned, then answered:

"Yeah . . . yeah. . . right, I know, the other dogs doesn't seemed to be affected . . . antifreeze . . ."

I stared at him. He noticed me staring and lifted a hand to silence me. I stared harder, not budging. 

He turned off the phone.  

"I found Spooky unconsicous this morning," he said.

"What?" I sounded pissed, but all I felt was dread.

"I took her to the vet, but it doesn't look good."

Now, I know I have never mentioned Spooky in this journal until now. But here's the basic: Spooky was a stray dog that has appeared in the woodsline. My mom managed to get on her good side long enough for her to bring her inside so we could take care of her. We're pretty sure that she is a pitbull mix of sorts, since she had the head shape. It's also been pretty obvious that she had been abused, since she'll cower when we give her food or move too quick. But either way, we gain her trust for her to want openly our attentions, and she'll bump other dogs out of the way so she can get the most pets.

We are also pretty certain that somebody dumped her on our place, and they probably abused her into being mean but only managed to break her completely.

Like I said, when I look at my painting that has the symbols of life and death, I said to my dad, "I hate the irony."

I spent the rest of the day being upset and angry. Upset that Spooky might die, but also that she only spent a year of happiness where as she spent the rest of her life in abuse and neglect. 

Dad left to check on the dogs. He called me into saying the rest of the dogs are not sick, but we lost Spooky. 

That made my day. 

Not.

At around nightfall, my mom called and told me what really happened: somebody posioned Spooky buy feeding her with antifreeze. It was deliberate sabotage. 

I was glad that I was alone in my dorm, or otherwise I would've lost it and just try to yell at the next person who was next to me. 

So yeah. We lost a dog because. . .I don't know. I just don't fucking know anymore. 

Somebody beats dog, dumps dog, then murders dog.
That's how the story works.
Somebody finds dog, adopts dog, then loves dog.
That's how my story goes.

11:00pm: IT IS FUCKING CAPSLOCK TIME!
HOLY SHIT OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG!!!!!!!!1111


THERE IS A SERIOUS CONSIDERATION OF AN ANIMORPHS MOVIE.
I SHIT YOU NOT. 

GRANTED, THERE WILL BE A SMALL CHANCE OF STUDIOS CONSIDERING, AND THERE IS THE WRITERS' STRIKE AND ALL. 
JUST LOOK FOR YOURSELF.
 
CLICK! AT THE BOTTOM OF THE SCREEN.

THIS MADE MY DAY. HELL YES.

7:42pm: Heath Ledger just died today.

I feel completely bummed as a result.

1:37pm: Meme!
Snagged this fromfuggered

[1.] Where was the first time you ever kissed the last person you kissed?
In an empty parkinglot inside his car.

[2.] What's the greatest thing that happened to you today?
Class being cancelled today, so I can sleep in.

[3.] How many TRUE best friends do you have?
...few.

[4.] Would you rather get up early or sleep in?
Even though I had little sleep to go on, I still get up early.

[5.] Tell me where you got you're shirt youre wearing?
I have no idea where it came from, it's a Christmas present.

[6.] What's the closest thing to you that is brown?
...my hair? Or is it my eyes the closer to me than my hair?

[7.] What would you change about your life right now?
Don't ask me that! It'll probably jinx me.

[8.] Would you rather smile over a lie or cry over the truth?
Cry. But then, lies tend to fall apart quickly, and then truth reveals itself. So it's a bit of a win-win situation for great Truth.

[9.] What's on your bedroom floor right now?
Carpet.

[10.] Who was the last person you got into an argument with?
Don't remember.

[11.] Do you trust people?
In a laconic way, I suppose. When people betray my trust, however, I rather go through a lesiurely walk through hell then trust them again.

[12.] If you could move away, no questions asked, where would you move?
A nice, small house in the backwoods.

[13.] Have you ever been out of the country?
Yes. Argentina and Chile, to be precise.

[14.] Could you go a day without eating?
I've actually done this once, so yes, I can. I have a fairly low metabolism when it comes down to food. It'll be hell, but I can manage.

[16.] Do you like anybody right now?
No, not really.

[17.] When was the last time you had your hair cut?
Too long.

[18.] Would you rather be mad or sad?
Mad. When I'm mad, it is only for a short period of time. After that, I tend to forget about it. When I'm sad, it'll end with a nagging sense of worry.

[19.] Does it take a lot to make you cry?
Depends on the content.

[20.] Whats the best feeling in the world?
The sensation of laughing at something wonderful.

[21.] Are you close with your mom?
Yeah.

[22.] Are your parents strict?
No. As to qoute my dad, "We don't have rules in this household, we have common sense."

[23.] Do you tell your parents everything?
No.

[24.] Name one thing you fear.
What would happen to my family after I die.

[26.] If you need to go to the store a block away, do you walk or drive?
Walk.

[27.] Does the thought of marriage scare you?
The idea of me being married does not compute.

[28.] How many kids do you want?
I'm not entirely sure if I want a kid.

[29.] What's your favorite color to wear?
Red. I got the shirts and long-sleeves to prove it.

[30.] Who was the last person in your bedroom besides you?
My ex-roommate.

[31.] What are you doing today?
Clean up my room before the repair guys get here and fix my refrigerator.

[32.] Would you rather be rich & sad... or poor & happy?
Poor and happy.

[33.] Do you work out?
Does walking count?

[35.] Do you get bored easily?
Yep.

[36.] What's something that someone can do that really annoys you?
Interrupting me. I let you talk, so give me a chance to talk!

[37.] Did you ever want to change your name when you were younger?
Funny story behind it. When I was very little, I wanted to change my name, thinking "Kate" is my real name. I told my parents that I want to be called "Kathleen" for now on, and they called me that for a little bit. After awhile, I got tired of being called "Kathleen" so I told them I want to be called Kate again. Then my parents told me that my name Kate isn't my real name at all, it is a nickname for my real name, which just happens to be Kathleen.

[38.] Do you wish you were famous?
The idea of being famous amuses me, but no.

[39.] Do you make a wish at 11:11?
Do people really do this?

[41.] Who's the last text message you received from and what did it say?
My ex once texted me a Merry Christmas. I didn't return the favor because I didn't have the text-message service on my phone.

[42.] What are you freakishly obsessed with?
Avatar. Iroh is Chuck Norris, bitch.

[43.] What's your favorite song at the moment?
Bjork -It's Oh So Quiet

[44.] Do you like going to the mall to shop or just shopping online?
Mall is fun, but online is far more cheaper.

[45.] Can music affect your mood?
Yes.

[46.] What piercings do you want?
Don't have any.

[47.] What tattoos do you want?
Don't want any.

[48.] Have you ever been in a cave?
Yes.

[49.] Ever eaten a bug?
No.

[50.] When will you see the person you like next?
I don't have anyone to like, so I guess I can't answer that question.
 

10:14pm: Last post was March 2007?!?!
I thought it's later than that. Christ. I'm just shitty with these blogs, am I? No, wait, don't answer that, I know the answer.

I'm still going to keep this blog even though I don't update it much as I should. I am still very connected to the Internet, but I just have a "lurker" approach it than actually being a part of it. I mean, I really don't take part of Facebook because . . . well, I honestly don't know. It is a valuable communication site, no doubt. I guess I never really understood just how important they are. 
But then, I rather talk to people face to face rather than on the internet. On cell phones or on e-mail, I tend to use those because I have to in order to get stuff done. I call my dad for help when I needed it. I call my sister when I needed it. I'll call anybody if there is an inconvience that needs to be dealt with. I don't talk to people on the cell or on LJ or AIM (which I don't have), but using it as an example) because the idea of communicating on any network just for enjoyment and for bonding with others does not compute very well with me. I think that is one of the reasons why my boyfriend broke up with me: we sometimes don't get the chance to talk to each other face-to-face, so he likes to call me. I tend to turn off my cell phone during class, and forget to turn it back on because I am not the one who needs to  do the calling right away. The even barest concept of somebody calling me not because they need to know my schedule so I can be available, but so they can enjoy hearing my voice alone doesn't cross my mind.

It is my failure of understanding the sheer power of communications is what stunts me in the relationships department. 

As of now, I have very few friends. I have a very poor memory of names. I don't even remember some of my own floormates' names.(Christ, I can't recall my  prom date's name!) My only best friend is a few states away, and while I have e-mail, somehow or someway I can't bring two and two together and realize that constant communication can strengthen that years-old bond.

Talking to people, as I realize this as I write this down, has always been a major flaw to me. Being born with a limited ability to speak and convey my thinking ability, I had difficulty reaching out to people. It is not that I cannot be emphathic to others, but rather I cannot demostrate that emphathy. I can think a thousand words, but can only speak out a hundred. I can think, "I love you and so many others," but I have difficulty saying it. 

It is hard for me, even writing this down, to explain this. I still have some difficulty writing and speaking. One time I spoke about one person to my friend, and she noted that keep on talking about this person in past tense as though she is dead. That is not the case, but I have failings in distinguishing past and present tense. You might notice this in this entry or this past entry, but I don't care at this moment. I am making an effort to describe myself. 

I am trying to write to you, the lurker or reader of my blog.

I am trying to talk to you.

I am trying to communicate with you.
 
Can you understand what I am trying to say, even though I have been absent?

Can you understand perfectly, even though I am saying very little?

Can you understand me at all?


By God, I hope so.    

11:29pm: Day-AMN!

I know I haven't been up to date with LOST on this blog, but this episode

In other news, dragonsong and I finally get to meet one another. It was my first time I had ever met someone over the inter-web and and see them in person. Woo.

Oh, and this math homework=teh sucks.

 

3:23pm: AHAHAHA.
Wikipedia Article for World Wide Fund for Nature

Just in case this jewel does get deleted, I'll post it right here:

They suck, don't delete this, it's true. They hath destroyed the WWF, and turned it into what it is today. I mean just look at the wwe now. Vince vs Trump? LASHLEY?!? And look at the WWF. Austin vs The Rock, Armageddon hell in a cell. And so on. . . Whoever deletes this must be a retard. I mean, who cares more, entertaining wrestling, or saving a bunch of panda's who aren't worth SHIT. Peace out

Edit: Wow, two minutes after the post, it's already deleted. That was quick.

1:22pm: ...
...it is still cold in the dorm.

It makes me want to strangle something. THIS IS WHY I DON'T LIKE THE COLD.

8:07pm: Returning from Virginia!

And with a clip of the new Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie!

http://raincloud.warnerbros.com/wbmovies/tmnt/featurette/tmnt_featurette_500.mov

6:21pm: Previously, on LOST I wrote this:

So I am leaving leaving MSU for Spring Break on Saturday, leaving on Sunday. 

WTF. The cold messed up my mind even worse than I thought. Well, I have Friday off (class cancelled! Whoo!), so I get to go home a day early. On Sunday, I leave for Virginia to see my grandma. 

So there. This post is for another post's mistakes.  

So I am home now, where it is not too hot, not too cold but juuust right.   

7:28pm: Spring Break.
So I am leaving leaving MSU for Spring Break on Saturday, leaving on Sunday. 

MSU decided to give the heat its Spring Break early too, so I am FREEZING in the dorm. Damn you, MSU! Couldn't you wait until, oh I don't know, on Friday afternoon when everybody is heading out to leave and not on Wendsday night? IS THAT SO HARD?!?! 

7:37am: ...and speaking of Shaun of the Dead.

10:36pm: I WANT TO SEE THIS.

It's like Shaun of the Dead. With sheep.

5:45pm: Hng.
When I was crossing the drill field (the college park for you non-MSU students), I saw a big crowd hanging around this sign. I walked closer and I could see the sign clearly, with a huge header SATAN BELIEVES and below it a list of "beliefs."

You don't need to be a preacher to know what the list contained.

Anyway, a lot of people were gathering around it. Whether it was for arguing or supporting, I had no idea, because I was in a hurry to the Writing Center. At the corner of my eye I noticed a man carrying a baby with him, clearly using emotional baggage in the protest.

For some reason, this made me giggle briefly before going on a brief religious angst whether or not God would really hate me. I then made a conclusion:

That is between God and I; not God, I, and the crazy preacher who suffers lack of attention.

So there.

10:12pm: LOST ramble.
Okay, am I probably the only person on Earth who doesn't mind LOST the way it is at this moment? Everyone is complaining LOST isn't good as it is, or it has become too detailed or something. Just a few minutes ago I just finished watching a new episode, and I loved it. I felt the heavy weight of the Others boring down on me and I was relying on good ole Hurley to make me happy again. That is, I don't hate the Others as I used to have as they become more sympathetic in a weird sense. I mean, I'm starting to like Tom. He'll shoot you, but he won't like the blood.

Ben is still creepy.

But coming back to the half-baked topic: I really don't mind the way the show is. I'm pretty patient with it, mostly because it is part of the requirement to enjoy it. For some reason, Kate does not annoy me like she does with others. I don't hate Kate, though I suspect the reason as to why is that she and I share the same nickname.


"Kate is so annoying!"

" . . . gee, thanks."

"Not you!"*



I have no objection to naked Desmond. I felt baffled that Eko died, but I take Locke's word for it (AKA the writers') that he died for a reason, though it'll probably come into play into a next season or two.

But today's episode? A good one, especially when I am feeling down and very, very frustrated at myself. Oh, and Sawyer = much love.


*This exchange as yet to happen, but I can still dream.

6:44pm: Wow, that was quite a storm.

Of course, when I say that's a storm, it usually means it keeps waking me up in the wee hours of the night.

Stupid thunder.

The Black Dahlia was the most boring and confusing movie I have ever seen. It was too much detail for me to keep a good hold on what's going on.

*sigh* Now I have to work on my Design class project. Ah well.

12:17pm: Boo-yah!
Whose got the numbers, bitch? Who didn't break under the time limit? Who didn't worked all the problems and double check them and didn't snap?

80.5%, you stupid Pre-Algebra Test with Equally Ugly Time Limit.

You just got pwned. Next time, it'll be 100% IN YOUR FACE.

12:05am: Hrrggghhhn. Three months later, no update.

Really, there was nothing to write about really. I am still enjoying LOST, still working on college, and other things that sounds like "BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH."

Well, I did had a boyfriend. But then after three months, he broke up with me. But that's cool, because it wasn't a big deal or anything. It was more like, "Hey, wanna date?" "Sure, why not, I don't have anything better to do."

Which comes to show that it is hard to get the romantic out of me, which is why I didn't celebrate Valentine's Day.
Oh, and changed the journal colors.

Gonna and try to see if I update at least bi-weekly, but I am not making any promises.

10:01pm: Lost
...

What the flying fuck? It . . . that cloud monster thing . . . the Others . . .

*brain goes boom*

9:26pm: Lost Season 3, Episode 2
SAWYER.

Stop being sexy one second, then silly the next. It's killing the mood, DAMMIT.

Kthnxbai.