It Begins...
The horrors of becoming a completely obsessed grad girl. It has already begun. When my sister graduated, all I heard for months was "grad dress" "date" "shoes" "nails" "hair" "party" and other such related words. After hearing them in succession several thousand times, I swore I would not become a screaming hysterical maniac about the whole grad thing. But I can't control it.
What I'm getting at is that today I tried on what I'm sure is to be the first of many grad dresses. It was beautiful. Except a little too big, but it was only a sample and it doesn't really matter. Anyway, it was lilac, and so princessy, and gorgeous, and very long so I had to stand on my toes so I wouldn't trip and rip the damn thing. I felt like a princess. Really. Like I should have been riding side saddle on a white horses with a bridle and reins and saddle made of flowers, with ribbons braided into its mane and tail. Yeah. I was overcome with how pretty I looked.
So, fellows, it hath beguneth. My apologies. Hahahahahaha! I love it, really.
And I also love my new shoes. They're plaid, and kitten heels, and strappy, and they also rock.
Gotta go watch the Oblongs, excuse me.
Saturday, January 22, 2005
Thursday, January 20, 2005
All's Well That Ends Well
Yesterday, I had a thoroughly enjoyable time with Dave. Myaaaw*feels all mushy inside*...heheh, Family Guy. Anyway, then I went to my Dad's, and we had a fondue for dinner! Yumme! Except then my night took a horrible turn for the worse. I had something stuck in my throat for six hours. I didn't tell my dad or step mother, because I didn't want to worry them. Instead, I spent the night in my room, able to breathe but not able to swallow, trying to induce vomiting into the garbage can to bring up whatever was constricting my throat. After several hours of pain and no sleep, I finally caved in and woke up my dad and told him what the problem was. He drove me to my mother's work, so that one of the doctors there could have a look at me. Upon arrival, I opened the car door and promptly threw up...whatever it was...anyway, it relieved the pressure immediately. I still had to see the doctor, he wanted to check my throat for damage. Apart from being red and sore, probably from all that puking I tried to do, I'm good. Which is great. And tonight, for dinner, I had very yummy Chinese food leftovers that I found in our fridge. Hahaha! I'm never giving up solid food, ever.
I was gonna go off on a vague, poetic tangent now, but I'm tired and thirsty, so I'm a-signing off.
Musical Quote of the Day
"Hey, Kid
Do wishes count at all
Can you give me a sign
Give me anything I won't tell a soul you told
Hey, Kid
Will you hold me when I sleep
Will you find me
When the tide decides that I gotta leave
Something inside me is breaking
Something inside says there's something better than this
Sunset sailing on April skies
Bloodshot fire clouds in her eyes
I can't say what I might believe
But if God made you
He's in love with me"
-Five for Fighting CD: The Battle for Everything Track: 3 Title: If God Made You
Dedicated to Graham Dave. Because I'm mushy that way.
Yesterday, I had a thoroughly enjoyable time with Dave. Myaaaw*feels all mushy inside*...heheh, Family Guy. Anyway, then I went to my Dad's, and we had a fondue for dinner! Yumme! Except then my night took a horrible turn for the worse. I had something stuck in my throat for six hours. I didn't tell my dad or step mother, because I didn't want to worry them. Instead, I spent the night in my room, able to breathe but not able to swallow, trying to induce vomiting into the garbage can to bring up whatever was constricting my throat. After several hours of pain and no sleep, I finally caved in and woke up my dad and told him what the problem was. He drove me to my mother's work, so that one of the doctors there could have a look at me. Upon arrival, I opened the car door and promptly threw up...whatever it was...anyway, it relieved the pressure immediately. I still had to see the doctor, he wanted to check my throat for damage. Apart from being red and sore, probably from all that puking I tried to do, I'm good. Which is great. And tonight, for dinner, I had very yummy Chinese food leftovers that I found in our fridge. Hahaha! I'm never giving up solid food, ever.
I was gonna go off on a vague, poetic tangent now, but I'm tired and thirsty, so I'm a-signing off.
Musical Quote of the Day
"Hey, Kid
Do wishes count at all
Can you give me a sign
Give me anything I won't tell a soul you told
Hey, Kid
Will you hold me when I sleep
Will you find me
When the tide decides that I gotta leave
Something inside me is breaking
Something inside says there's something better than this
Sunset sailing on April skies
Bloodshot fire clouds in her eyes
I can't say what I might believe
But if God made you
He's in love with me"
-Five for Fighting CD: The Battle for Everything Track: 3 Title: If God Made You
Dedicated to Graham Dave. Because I'm mushy that way.
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
My Fabulous Drama Day!
Allow me to relay it to you, from start to finish, because it was a great day. On the whole.
It started with a phone call from Ellie (Thankyou so so so much, you guys!). My first wake up call. I chatted briefly with her, then slowly dragged myself out of my deliciously comfortable bed, fed Othello and Desdemona, then went to shower. I didn't really shower, so much as I turned on the water, got in, got wet, then left and got the phone, because it was Wake Up Call #2, from Matt. Yeah, so I got dressed and all that good stuff. And I wore a skirt, because it wasn't cold today, huzzah!
However, I thought my good day was abruptly coming to a halt. I was dashing for the 7:29 bus, and the bus driver saw me, saw me running and he kept driving, even though I was about three feet away from the bus stop. Jerk. So, I walked back to the house and asked my sister for a ride, but she wasn't leaving until 8:30, which is when I needed to be at school by. So, rather despondent, I went to catch the next bus, which I also had to make a run for, butI caught it. As we drove, I was trying to figure out any miraculous way I could get to school on time. I felt really bad. After Matt and Ellie both gave me wake up calls, how could I still be late? But, I managed to get to Whitehorn on time to catch the school service bus, and was a delightful twenty minutes early. For a change.
So then the drama 20-ness commenced. And the fire alarm went off, and we just kept going. The part of me that was not in character, about 10%, was divided into two sections. One was thinking "What do we do? Is Mr Jobb going to stop us?" and the other half was saying "Who pulled the fucking alarm? I'll kill them." But we kept going and we did very well and got 99%! I was so happy. I made Fluffy dance. Except now I have nothing to look forward to-schoolwise-except auditions and I am so nervous already it isn't even funny!!! Anyway, that's a story for another blog. My final mark for drama is 90%. Yayayayay! A considerable improvement from the 82% I scored last term. Go Kat.
So then I went to art for ten minutes to get my projects and talk to Ms Siemens briefly. My final mark in that course is 100%! Gah! I was so happy, again. So then I hightailed it outta there back down to the Pit. We went to Starbucks and I had a hot chocolate and we rode in Jaryd's pimpin' car. She shimmied on a guy who she thought was Stephen but was actually a complete stranger. It was the funniest thing ever. Ever.
After that amusing episode, it was lunch, but the whole day had just become one long drama class, pretty much. So then I had third period off, so I watched the tech theatre class perform "The Sandbox" and I was laughing so so so hard! It was so hilarious! With the beachboys/babes dancing around...oh dear, I gave myself a huge headache from laughing so hard. It was almost funnier than the Jaryd thing.
I elected not to go to my last English class, because there wouldn't have been a point. Instead, I watched the drama 10 performances, and the first one I saw, I can honestly say, was the best drama 10 performance I have ever seen. It was so intense, and well acted, and it had lots of swearing in it, and it was funny and scary, and it was just fantasmagorial. And I don't use that made-up word lightly. Then there was one more performance, and then Mr Jobb talked to them about the auditions and I was wriggling in my seat what for the butterflies in my stomach. Even talking about it is nerve-racking! Agh! Anyway, because each class was 90 minutes long, we had a lot of time to kill. I went and sat in the Pit with the assorted others, and Matt and Dan and Tristan were throwing these weird juggling balls around. They were very hard, and filled with rice, and the outside was made of...balloon or something. Anyway, Matt kept trying to throw them to me, but Tristan kept intercepting them with his freakishly long arms. I was pretending to get mad, and we were all having a laugh. Dan thought I was really mad because I couldn't catch the ball, so he called my name and hurled one of them with all his might at me. He called my name, and I turned to look at him just in time for the ball to hit me right between the eyes. It hurt my nose a lot. My hands instantly flew to my face as tears sprung to my eyes. Immediately Dan was at my side, appologizing profusely, hugging me, and asking if I was okay. "I think you broke my nose..." I said very quietly and shaky, and started to really cry. Dan felt bad and hugged me again. I wasn't pissed or anything, it was just an accident. After a moment, I wiped my face and regained my composure. I told him I wasn't crying because it hurt too badly, but I explained I just had my wisdom teeth removed a little over a week ago, and then I got hit in the nose with a ball and my face won't stop hurting, and it was just kinda ironic. My nose soon stopped hurting, and everything was back to normal. Except it didn't help my headache, so instead of going to the sewing bee thing for that rainbow pride thingy, I went home and had a nap.
So, on the whole, it was a wonderful day. If the worst thing that happened to me was a ball to the face, I consider that a minor hiccup. Guys. I love everything. Everything.
Musical Quote of the Day
"Get up, get on, get out about and shout it
Tell 'em all you're dressed and on your way
Oh, there's no doubt about it absolutely
This is your wake up call
You're gonna miss it all"
-Phil Collins CD: Testify Track: 1 Title: Wake Up Call
Allow me to relay it to you, from start to finish, because it was a great day. On the whole.
It started with a phone call from Ellie (Thankyou so so so much, you guys!). My first wake up call. I chatted briefly with her, then slowly dragged myself out of my deliciously comfortable bed, fed Othello and Desdemona, then went to shower. I didn't really shower, so much as I turned on the water, got in, got wet, then left and got the phone, because it was Wake Up Call #2, from Matt. Yeah, so I got dressed and all that good stuff. And I wore a skirt, because it wasn't cold today, huzzah!
However, I thought my good day was abruptly coming to a halt. I was dashing for the 7:29 bus, and the bus driver saw me, saw me running and he kept driving, even though I was about three feet away from the bus stop. Jerk. So, I walked back to the house and asked my sister for a ride, but she wasn't leaving until 8:30, which is when I needed to be at school by. So, rather despondent, I went to catch the next bus, which I also had to make a run for, butI caught it. As we drove, I was trying to figure out any miraculous way I could get to school on time. I felt really bad. After Matt and Ellie both gave me wake up calls, how could I still be late? But, I managed to get to Whitehorn on time to catch the school service bus, and was a delightful twenty minutes early. For a change.
So then the drama 20-ness commenced. And the fire alarm went off, and we just kept going. The part of me that was not in character, about 10%, was divided into two sections. One was thinking "What do we do? Is Mr Jobb going to stop us?" and the other half was saying "Who pulled the fucking alarm? I'll kill them." But we kept going and we did very well and got 99%! I was so happy. I made Fluffy dance. Except now I have nothing to look forward to-schoolwise-except auditions and I am so nervous already it isn't even funny!!! Anyway, that's a story for another blog. My final mark for drama is 90%. Yayayayay! A considerable improvement from the 82% I scored last term. Go Kat.
So then I went to art for ten minutes to get my projects and talk to Ms Siemens briefly. My final mark in that course is 100%! Gah! I was so happy, again. So then I hightailed it outta there back down to the Pit. We went to Starbucks and I had a hot chocolate and we rode in Jaryd's pimpin' car. She shimmied on a guy who she thought was Stephen but was actually a complete stranger. It was the funniest thing ever. Ever.
After that amusing episode, it was lunch, but the whole day had just become one long drama class, pretty much. So then I had third period off, so I watched the tech theatre class perform "The Sandbox" and I was laughing so so so hard! It was so hilarious! With the beachboys/babes dancing around...oh dear, I gave myself a huge headache from laughing so hard. It was almost funnier than the Jaryd thing.
I elected not to go to my last English class, because there wouldn't have been a point. Instead, I watched the drama 10 performances, and the first one I saw, I can honestly say, was the best drama 10 performance I have ever seen. It was so intense, and well acted, and it had lots of swearing in it, and it was funny and scary, and it was just fantasmagorial. And I don't use that made-up word lightly. Then there was one more performance, and then Mr Jobb talked to them about the auditions and I was wriggling in my seat what for the butterflies in my stomach. Even talking about it is nerve-racking! Agh! Anyway, because each class was 90 minutes long, we had a lot of time to kill. I went and sat in the Pit with the assorted others, and Matt and Dan and Tristan were throwing these weird juggling balls around. They were very hard, and filled with rice, and the outside was made of...balloon or something. Anyway, Matt kept trying to throw them to me, but Tristan kept intercepting them with his freakishly long arms. I was pretending to get mad, and we were all having a laugh. Dan thought I was really mad because I couldn't catch the ball, so he called my name and hurled one of them with all his might at me. He called my name, and I turned to look at him just in time for the ball to hit me right between the eyes. It hurt my nose a lot. My hands instantly flew to my face as tears sprung to my eyes. Immediately Dan was at my side, appologizing profusely, hugging me, and asking if I was okay. "I think you broke my nose..." I said very quietly and shaky, and started to really cry. Dan felt bad and hugged me again. I wasn't pissed or anything, it was just an accident. After a moment, I wiped my face and regained my composure. I told him I wasn't crying because it hurt too badly, but I explained I just had my wisdom teeth removed a little over a week ago, and then I got hit in the nose with a ball and my face won't stop hurting, and it was just kinda ironic. My nose soon stopped hurting, and everything was back to normal. Except it didn't help my headache, so instead of going to the sewing bee thing for that rainbow pride thingy, I went home and had a nap.
So, on the whole, it was a wonderful day. If the worst thing that happened to me was a ball to the face, I consider that a minor hiccup. Guys. I love everything. Everything.
Musical Quote of the Day
"Get up, get on, get out about and shout it
Tell 'em all you're dressed and on your way
Oh, there's no doubt about it absolutely
This is your wake up call
You're gonna miss it all"
-Phil Collins CD: Testify Track: 1 Title: Wake Up Call
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