2002-06-22/ mommy's ignoring you, honey.

i really hate these banners. i mean. come on.

12:13 p.m. E
kat*~

2002-06-21/ omega-town, mail, candy, and skool. rarrrrrr

i stomped down the highway in my nikes (word!) to the post office today, blasting rasputina into my head to cover the trucker horns and redneck whistles (or was it trucker whistles and redneck horns?), and spent over fifteen dollars mailing junk to choice canadians. stupid post office! at least they were open when advertised. some icky dude sitting in an old boat whistled and shouted at me, waving his arms, but i gave him the evil eye from behind my shades and walked on.
went to the 'grocery store' in omega-town and bought soda and three coconut long boys(sort of like bit-o-honeys or squirrel nut zippers, excepting with coconut instead of peanuts). if i had the means to subsist on candy, i would.
coming back, i smelled dead animal. horrid. instinctively closing my nose, i looked around for the unfortunate victim, but didn't see anything. that is, until i saw a furry black ear, and realized i had just traipzed through the earthly remains of someone's poopsie. god. i nearly screamed. my feet even started hurting. eeeek.

then, when mum came home, we talked once again of college. she keeps trying to get me to go to the technical school where she is teaching, but i am very reluctant. we allll remember my past school experiences. i finally gave in the other week, saying i'd take some computer courses and such like that, probably some transcription courses because medical transcription seems promising to me... maybe i'll go to one of the other colleges here (because this is actually a college town, folks! i kid you not. the paltry shops close at ten and town is dead empty after that.) to take an art course as well.

fah. skool. i'd like to take the art courses to build a good-looking portfolio (so i could maybe, possibly, [never] go to my dreeeeeeam school, ahhhhh) and transcription would be a very easy job with pretty good pay. sigh. i hate being in limbo. (and goddamn! in three months i will be twenty! no! this is not possible! i always promised myself i'd be dead by now. hee.)

hee.


ah, god, i've just been looking over the SCAD site again, and ah, god, it's so horribly wonderful, and ah, GOD, it is SO expensive.

5:12 p.m. E
kat*~

2002-06-20/ sticky wicket.

cheered by this! yes. tis foony. laff. that Mariloon is a crazy bitch.

hee. 'they gots no securitee.' hawhaw, muthah! aw snap, i just got to slap mah knee sometimes.

like, like (ok, i'm obsessing again, yes, but gahdam i need to.) did you see? on emtyvee, at ozzy's walk of fame thingy, that there Mariloon was a-wearin him some suspenders! oh man. i keeled over. he can just be so corny. :D yay! i laffed and laffed. and then i laffed again. and yet some more times did i laff at that there Mariloon. ah luvs him.

wait, what? i was going to type something serious and thought-provoking! shit! i just got waaaay off-track here. okay. let me gather my thoughts... um.

wait, no, i didn't have anything.

other than - i love you, internet

11:18 p.m. E
kat*~

2002-06-19/ tried to kill it all away, but i remember everything

today, when i walked, i did nothing but sing to myself and think about comic books. yay.
but, lately, i have unearthed a couple of happyhappyfun childhood memories! oh, yoy. here goes: