Something smells awful...

I don't know where it is coming from, but something in the kitchen smells like Macrodantin. Good God I hate that stuff...

(Insert appropriate title here)

...

Curses...a world full of beautiful things to draw, and not a one for me.

As much as I thoroughly enjoy long weekends, I look forward to Monday with great anticipation. No, I don't want to get up early, and yes, I do plan on bitching about it, but that can't be helped. What I'm looking forward to is the HHH. Teehee!
And let us have music.

Until I Fall Away-The Gin Blossoms

I want to tell
If I am or am not myself
It's hard to know
How far or if at all could go
I've waited far too long
For something I forgot was wrong
I don't know all the answers
That I think I'll find
Or have it within the time
But it's all that I'll have in mind

Until I fall away
I won't keep you waiting long
Until I fall away
I don't know what to do anymore
Until I fall away

My fear pretend
That I'll never be in love again
It's real to me
But not like these fools
And not like this scene
I won't find or have it within the time
If it's all rusted and fade
In the spot where we fell
Where I thought I'd left behind
It's loose now but we could try

Until I fall away
I won't keep you waiting long
Until I fall away
I don't know what to do anymore
Until I fall away

When there's no good answers
No new questions
Another personal disaster
There's nowhere to go but down

Until I fall away
I won't keep you waiting long
Until I fall away
I don't know what to do anymore

Until I fall away...

In pain, but happy.

Went skiing today. It was brilliant. The wind rushing through my hair, the sun on the snow, the laughter, the sound of nothing, the beautiful scenery, the feeling of flying, the cool turns, the perfect stops. Right up until I hurt myself. Then it wasn't as fun. But still funner than what I had originally planned for today.
Yesterday I slept for thirteen hours. And rated the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles by level of sexiness, which are as follows:
(From most sexy to least sexy)
Donatello
Leonardo
Michaelangelo
Raphael
Yeah, okay, they're cool. So now I'm going to get some ice, curl up on the couch with Sour Kraut sheep, and watch cartoons.

I flinch, and my fingernails cut my palm.

Clench your fists, Kat. Grind your teeth. Bite your tongue. Stare straight ahead. Do whatever it takes not to make an ass of yourself.
So, I had a nap. I don't think it was a deep enough sleep to dream anything, but when I came around, I was curled up, hugging Sour Kraut (my new plushie for my collection) and my mom and sister were bad-mouthing me in the hall. My mom hates it when I sleep. You know, because heaven forbid I should exercise my right to sleep when I'm fucking tired. Then Meagan came in to turn off my lamp and I pretended to be asleep.
No school tomorrow. I'm going to stay home most of the day, and then go to my dad's, and on Saturday, providing the weather is good, skiing! I love skiing. It's a great way to forget about everything. The mountains are always so lovely, and I feel like I'm flying. Yah, it's cool.

The Adventures of Sour Kraut Sheep.

It's a cool idea, and you know it.

Nooo! Not Ethan!

Can't they see that Jerry is a total bitch? Come on, Survivor people! Get it together!

Happy St Patricks Day!

I am greener than thou.

So, my day was pretty normal, I suppose. The highlight was in the morning. I was allowing two little old ladies to get off the bus, and one of them looked at me in my fully green outfit, smiled, and gave me a jolly "Happy St Patricks Day!"
"To you too!" I laughed. But I was thinking I should kick her because she was in the way.

And now, my favourite part o' thee Irish holiday. Drinking!

In the moonlight I felt your heart...

I was listening to that song earlier. So pretty. And from Princess Mononoke, no less. So I was sleeping on the living room floor, and I was having a weird and confusing dream. I woke up, opened my eyes, and saw only blackness. I tried to inhale and I could not. I though I was dying and that I had gone blind and swallowed my tongue. I was panicking. Wondering what my mother and sister would do when they found my body sprawled out on the floor. I wished my goodbyes to the world, and felt tears in my sightless eyes.

Turns out my cat was sleeping on my face. Then I laughed hysterically for about five minutes. I'm so silly!


In the moonlight I felt your heart
Quiver like a bowstring's pulse
In the moon's pure light, you looked at me
Nobody knows your heart

When the sun has gone I see you
Beautiful and haunting, but cold
Like the blade of a knife, so sharp, so sweet
Nobody knows your heart

All of your sorrow, grief and pain
Locked away in the forest of the night
Your secret heart belongs to the world
Of the things that sigh in the dark
Oh, the things that cry in the dark

Ooops.

I made it through the day, staying as awake as possible, but on the bus ride home, I was hit with a wall of fatigue. I trudged home, got stuck in the mud, and was so out of it when I got onto our street. I walked up the drive, up the front steps, and threw open the front door, which was unlocked.
"I am so glad to be home!" I cried. A small boy and his mother stared at me. There was a long, awkward silence.
"This isn't my house," I said monotonously. I stepped backwards, closed the door, ran into my house and closed all the blinds. I crawled under a blanket and didn't hardly move for roughly two hours.
Well, you know, it comes with the territory of being a moron.
So this song was playing as I left school, and I really like it. It makes me remember happy childhood years.

Part of Your World-The Little Mermaid

Look at this stuff
Isn't it neat?
Wouldn't you think my collection's complete?
Wouldn't you think I'm the girl
The girl who has everything?

Look at this trove
Treasures untold
How many wonders can one cavern hold?
Lookin' around here you'd think
"Sure, she's got everything."
I've got gadgets and gizmos a-plenty
I've got whozits and whatzits galore
You want thingamabobs?
I got twenty
But who cares
No big deal
I want more

I want to be where the people are
I want to see, want to see them dancin'
Twirling around on those...whatdya call 'em?
Oh...feet!
Flipping your fins you don't get too far
Legs are required for jumping, dancing
Walking along down the..what's that word again?
Street!

Up where they walk
Up where they run
Up where they stay all day in the sun
Wanderin' free
Wish I could be
Part of that world

What would I give if I could live
Out of these waters?
What would I pay to spend a day
Warm on the sand?
Betcha on land they understand
Bet they don't reprimand their daughters
Bright young women
Sick of swimmin'
Ready to stand

And ready to know what the people know
Ask them my questions and get some answers
What's a fire and why does it...what's the word?
Burn!
When's it my turn
Wouldn't I love
Love to explore that shore up above

Out of the sea
Wish I could be
Part of that world

Awww...such a cayuute Disney movie.

Your True Nature by llScorpiusll
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The quality that most appeals to you:	Beauty
In a survival situation, you:	Outsmart your attacker
Your hidden talent is:	Resourcefulness
Your gift is:	A loving heart
In groups, you:	Don't fit in
Your best quality is:	Your empathic nature
Your weakness is:	Your laziness
Created with quill18's MemeGen 3.0!

Hmm...seems about right.

The Dirty Leprochaun Joke.

My father told me this on the weekend.

Once, there was an Irish truck driver, who was travelling through the Canadian Rockies. Of course, the weather went from beautiful starry night to complete blizzard. So the Irish truck driver pulls over, and decides to wait out the storm. It's one of those huge trucks, with a little bedroom and a kitchen and everything, warm and cozy, and there is plenty of gas. So the Irishman makes some tea and sandwiches. As he is watching the storm and eating his sandwich, he hears a knocking.
Knock knock.
The driver thinks nothing of it, but he hears it again.
Knock knock.
The driver looks about, and sees nothing. Again, the sounds comes.
Knock knock.
The driver peers out into the bleak weather, and just at the bottom of the passenger side window, he sees the top of a green hat. He rolls down the window, and sees a little man all dressed in green.
"I be beggin' your pardon sir," says the little man, also Irish, "but t'is freezin' out here, and I was wondrin' would you be so kind as to let me sit in your lovely warm truck?"
"O' course!" says the driver. "Come in, and get yeself warmed up. Here, have some tea and a sandwich."
"Thankin' you kindly," says the little man. A short while passes, and the little man turns to the driver.
"Sir," he says, "sir, you done a very good deed, and to repay ye, I'll grant ye three wishes, for I be a leprochaun."
"B'jesus and begorna!" exclaims the driver. "Blarney, a leprochaun you say? Well, for my first wish, I want a huge mansion!"
"T'is done sir," says the leprochaun.
"Secondly, I would like 15 000 000 pounds o' gold in me bank account every year," says the driver.
"Very well," the leprochaun says.
"And thirdly, I want a beautiful woman as me wife," the driver says.
"Good, sir," says the tiny leprochaun. "Now, sir, to make all those wishes come true, ya hafta fuck me in the ass."
The driver is a little taken back. "Don't you think that's a bit of an odd request, wee man?"
"You have to do it to make the wishes come true," says the leprochaun.
So they uh...yes. And when they are done, the leprochaun is pulling up his green trousers, and turns to the driver and smiles.
"Tell me, sir, how old are ye?"
"Why, me?" says the driver, "I'm thirty-seven."
"And don't you think that be a little old to be believin' in leprochauns?"

Hahaha, I love that. Damn, I lost my earring.

Ballroom Blitz

Hah, that's a cool song.
So, today was...well, a day like any other. I said three very acurate words today; "Monday already? Fuck." And they turned out to describe my day extremely well. I have a huge ass pile of social homework...dang. I finished reading the Grapes of Wrath today, and the end was thoroughly dissapointing. Too bad, I really liked the rest of the book, but the crappy end ruined it. What else? Oohohoh! Have you guys ever been thinking something, and then it happens to you. I was walking and thinking about falling down stairs, and then I tripped and fell upstairs. I hit my left hand on the step and it hurt quite a bit. And then, I was racing into the english room, two seconds after the bell, yelling "I'm not late I'm not late!" and slipped, and fell flat on my face. It was quite funny, but I got made fun of the rest of the class. And I left a huge ass scuff mark from my black shoes. Meh. Um...kay...nothing else of importance happened. Except I heard that Marcey was coming back. Which I'm a little worried about. Damn.

Sleep awhile, you must be tired.

Yes, yes I am. Still haven't slept well. But nevermind that.
A long, uneventful weekend is drawing to a close. Had a little birthday soiree for my father, which included cookies, and the delightful alchoholic beverage needed in order to make them.
So my mother saw my wounds, I suppose you would call them. She asked what the horrible mark was, and I made up some shit about scraping myself on a file in art class. I hate to lie, I really do, but I don't want to end up in a mental hospital either. I'm not mental. Just tired.
I don't want to go to school tomorrow. I just don't.