An interesting day.

Today was really...weird. I felt relly chipper, and was all "Hi everyone, you rock!". And Anthony Galati pulled me onto his lap and gave me a hug. Isn't that sweet? And Renee said I was beautiful, which made me feel nice. So did a weird guy on the train, but I think he was drunk, and he was creepy anyway, so it didn't count.
Sarah's skirt broke today, and I had to improvise to fix it. I was glad to hear that it stayed up, and I have brought it home with me to repair the elastic. Being Head of Costumes is fun, if not a little hectic.

Want to hear the weirdest, most interesting part of my day? No? Well I'm going to tell you anyway. During my spare after lunch, I was sitting on the couch, in my happy mood, Anthony Knight on the left and Stephen on the right, with my arms around their shoulders. I was a Kat sandwich between two slices of hot, as they say. Anyway, there was a lapse in conversation, and Anthony asked the general question "Ever wanted to kill a man?"
"Yes," I replied.
"How would you do it?" asked Stephen.
"I'm one of those people who would one day snap and kill a whole bunch of people. I'd get everyone together somehow, and then I would shoot them," I said, as if someone asked me how I was going to spend my summer holiday. I continued.
"The people I like, I would shoot in the head. But the people I don't like, well, I would start at the ankles, then the knees, then the stomach then the chest, and then right between the eyes."
"That's really creepy, Kat," said Stephen.
"Oh, don't worry Stephen," I giggled. My voice became gentle, like a mother reassuring a child that there was no boogie man in the closet. "I really like you. I'd shoot you in the temple. No, no, wait. I'd shoot you right in the back of the head. You wouldn't feel a thing." I gently put two fingers against the crown of his head and smiled.
"Then," I finished, "I would take a knife, and carve the words 'I'm sorry' into everyone's back, and leave never to be seen again."
And that was basically my final word on the subject. Later, Anthony and I were discussing the kind of gun I would use, after I said I wish I really did own one. I said a handgun. He asked if I had never fired a rifle before. I replied no, but I just like the way a handgun looks, grasped in my hand and pointed straight ahead. Like when I held the prop gun Mr Jobb has in his drawer. It would be kind of...not fun, but liberating, to kill everyone and then run away, never to be seen or heard of again.
Say, wanna come to a party?

And that was my day.

Note: I am not a crazy psycho. I do not actually have any intentions to kill anyone. Everyone feels like they want to kill others sometimes, and today happens to be one of those days for me. Don't worry, I'm not gonna get a hold of a gun and go shoot everyone. Peace out!

Didn't sleep, what a surprise.

Mom. Yes, she can be a total Nazi, and we have our differences, but she is my mother. You only ever get one mother. One real, blood mother. Sometimes she gets on my god damn nerves, but I get on hers to. Being my mom isn't easy. I'm a stubborn bitch, plus some of my genes are inherited from the man who betrayed her. But no matter what, she is my mom, and as such, I feel a special connection with her, one that I never want to lose.

Needless to say, I was petrified when she nearly died last night.

Aaaanyway, I'm late for school-couldn't care less-and I have to get some stuff ready for tomorrow. Bye, readers!

Pretty busker.

Yeah.

Anyway, yesterday Emily said my blog made her sad, because it was about how I hate my life. Oh, silly Emily, I don't hate my life! I thoroughly enjoy it, I really do, but there are aspects of it I hate.
I hate waking up in the morning, I hate how I can't sleep at night, I hate the constant battle with my body to look its best, I hate going to school, I hate all the stupid mistakes I've made in the past, I hate all the stupid mistakes I'm going to make in the future, I hate eggplant, I hate how my family is crazy, I hate my freak fingers, I hate my artists block, I hate that I failed art last year, I hate that we moved to Canada, I hate that my dad left, I hate feeling tired all the time, I hate it when I'm sick, I hate my stupid computer and its inability to upload files, I hate that I don't live in Japan, I hate that my talent is overlooked by most, I hate that high school is almost over, I hate that I have to get a job, I hate feeling too hot or too cold, I hate it when my cats piss on my things, I hate my friends, I hate my family, and I hate all of you. Every last fucking one.
But life? No, I don't hate life.

HAHAHA! That is hilarious!

Sorry...just heard something really pathetic, and it made me laugh. Oh, TV, you brighten my day with your hilarious anecdotes. Anyway, I should be typing up my essay. I hate essays with a firey passion, but I do enjoy good marks. Speaking of marks, report cards come out soon. Damn.
Not looking forward to school. Never am. No matter what I'm doing, whether it be dashing down the hall or sitting in class looking distractedly out the window, I always remember that I could be doing more important things, like sleeping and drawing. Oh, that reminds me! I drew up my opening night cards, I just need to add some stuff, ink it, photocopy it 40+ times, and colour them. God dammit! Maybe I should have done something easier. Oh well. They're purdy.

The Devil in the Wishing Well is a great song!

I think it's really good, anyway. It's by Five for Fighting, and I suggest you check it out!
Anyway, I was going to go to school on Friday but I woke up, threw up, and decided to stay home. Which was good, because the same thing happened many times, and it's never any fun when one is sick at school.
Saturday was pretty much the same, but with less vomiting and stomach pain and more sleep, which was nice. I felt better later and went out for a bit. Luckily, Bitchfest was not underway so I didn't make anyone else sick either...although I don't think it was the stomach flu or anything, because no one else in my family was ill. I must have eaten something that didn't agree with me. Yeah..that makes sense.
So all I have left to do now is type up my poorly written essay. I just made up most of the information. Hooray!

Okay, gonna go listen to music now, and practice piano for a bit. Stupid song with the stupid hardness. My goal is to play the X Files theme, which sounds uber cool on the piano, and some Disney songs, because those are fun!