the girl with thin lips; queen of the soft kiss

katbabe64@hotmail.com — Mon, 22 Dec 2008 19:25:47 GMT

It's funny, instead of counting down the days until Christmas, I find myself counting the days until you come home. 8 more days. Oh, but don't think I'm not excited for Christmas too! Food, wine, music, and the family by the fire.... I can't wait.

Horoscope

katbabe64@hotmail.com — Sun, 21 Dec 2008 18:25:09 GMT

You are realizing that even though your world is beginning to settle down, there is still a lot of hard work for you to do over the next month. It may feel as if your great adventure is morphing into the drudgery of infinite details. The enormity of your job could be a bit overwhelming, but it will be easier if you take it one step a time instead of just racing off for the finish line.

sad, bony, and weak

katbabe64@hotmail.com — Sat, 20 Dec 2008 03:18:07 GMT

I've waited for this moment for so long and now I don't know what to do with it.

I've finished graduate classes and I've moved out of worcester. I'm on to a bigger and better part of my life.... right?
I'm not as happy as I thought I'd be. I guess because I don't have any closure, and of course there's also the part about me living back at home for 6 months. I'm worried I'll grow apart from my friends, worried about how I'm going to pay what little bills I have and still be able to have extra money for the little things, and wonder what the future has in store for me. Or what I have in store for the future.

There's a blizzard outside and it is somewhat comforting to me, telling me to just let myself go numb and to be comfortable in the house that I grew up with. But it's not the same house, I'm not the same person. *insert garden state quote here* I've been through so much in the past five and a half years and I think I'm scared because I'm realizing I haven't digested all that I have seen, done, accomplished, lost, etc. I now have time to breathe (well at least for 2 weeks before I start fieldwork) and I feel anxious because of it. I have been going non stop in school for five and a half years- always taking summer classes, at first to get a head in nursing, and then to catch up when I switched to occupational therapy. The pressure of my program was so intense, and i feel like I am still cringing under the weight of it. (And the tell us that we can still fail out of the program on fieldwork, thanks for having faith in us.). I can't believe I have completed an undegrad degree in OT with a minor is pys, finished level I fieldworks in all the disciplines, traveled to Nicaragua to asses their need for OT and help children with cerebral palsy, conducted and wrote a 60-some-odd page thesis, ran a play group for children with cancer and their siblings, taught numerous power point presentations to my peers, crammed for exams (and cramped my fingers writing out notecards), cried, laughed, and bonded with an incredible group of women. I feel like I'm just randomly going to burst into tears sometime this week when it finally hits me, or on Jan 5th my first day of fieldwork (if I'm not throwing up in the parking lot, haha). I'm sure I'll be sitting reading some random book and then all the sudden the ugly cry'll come pouring out. Uf.

My brain thinks that I'm just home for winter vacation and that I'll see all my classmates and roommates in a few weeks. I didn't even cry when I said goodbye to the girls, like I thought I would, and I felt like I should have. I know I'll see them again, but this is such a huge step for us- we have gone through so much together in the program and in life in general. I have lived with Kristin for 5 years and now she's going to Arizona for three months. It's bizarre.

I'm also terrified that I will be treating real patients, that they will be looking to me for help, and that I might not always have the answer or be able to comfort them. In some ways I might make things worse for them before they get better, I'm also going to meet patients that will test my boundaries and make me question myself and my knowledge.

But I love the profession and I know it was what I was meant to do, helping people- healing them in some form or another, and emphasizing with what they're going through. Giving them pure medical aid as well as comfort and hopefully incorporating activities, hobbies, and enjoyable exercises into their treatment so that they don't even realize that it is therapy.

Sigh.

And Matt is in the Galapagos right now, for 2 weeks- what a lucky duck. I won't go into how incredibly amazing he is, but will say that I am absolutely smitten. He understands me better than I feel anyone has, and continues to make me a better person (and cook!). He doesn't punish me for my negative traits (i.e. being a worrier, constantly getting lost, being amazingly stubborn and sometimes oversensitive), instead he calls them to my attention and is understanding of them. Plus we just have similar personalities and I feel like we should have met and become friends years ago. His humor, bluntness, and energy for life is refreshing. Sigh. Okay, now I'm blabbering. I'm hopefully going down to NJ to meet his family on the 30th when they get back. I've never driven that far by myself- it'll be quite the journey. I will have Daniel (my new GPS) though!

Whelp, because I have this time to veg out (and I don't intend on unpacking just yet) I'm going to finish my Chelsea Handler book and then watch some mindless tv on Hulu... hmmmm.... I could go for some Top Chef.

I still can't believe I'm done with classes, and worcester. Wow.

Hmph

katbabe64@hotmail.com — Mon, 13 Oct 2008 18:06:17 GMT

"When I get lonely these days I think: So be lonely, Liz. Learn your way around loneliness. Make a map of it. Sit with it, for once in your life. Welcome to the human experience. But never again use another person's body or emotions as a scratching post for your own unfulfilled yearnings."
- Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Love, Pray

Whelp, there that is.

Horoscope

katbabe64@hotmail.com — Fri, 10 Oct 2008 18:48:40 GMT

You may not know which way to turn next because you cannot resolve your natural need for emotional connection with your new found taste for independence. This is unfamiliar ground, for you usually feel more secure when you are in a fully committed relationship. Don't push away.

Happles?

katbabe64@hotmail.com — Thu, 14 Aug 2008 05:10:47 GMT

So I wrote this way back in June and just found it on my computer. It's very rough and I'm not completely satisfied with it, but I wanted to put it out into the world... even if it is only on here. Pardon some of the cliche lines and words (although he did say our relationship was a catch-22 and that he loved me, but that he didn't want to be with me right now). It all just came out one night and I haven't thought to change any of it. Maybe I'll send it to him, maybe I won't. I haven't decided yet. I don't think it would much make a difference.

I have more thoughts that I want to put out into the world to ease my mind, but now is not the time. Soon.

Untitled

"It's a catch 22" you said, explaining how you felt about our love
22- a number which marks an anniversary that no longer exists
I fall apart as you say it is I you wish to be free of
And wonder how I can be so easily dismissed

You say you still love me yet you're not by my side
Instead we have tense conversations over tired telephone wires
While my mind races to conspire
Of words that will make our hearts and minds agree
Searching for ways to bring you back to me

I count as my head pulses in four-four time
And I struggle to remember how it felt to be alive, to be in love
I'm left wondering if we will ever be free of
The guilt, blame, and hurtful words so skillfully contrived

I tell myself curses only exist for those who believe
And If it was meant to be, it will be driven by fate
Instead of leading only to empty hate
So let's take a step back and grieve
For a relationship lost to insecurities, stress, and plainly being naive

Rest your bones, force your lungs to fill with air
Wipe your sullen eyes and hold your head high
Let it all go, allow your body to sigh
Knowing that not all's fair
For love is a raging war

Turn another leaf, let the past fade away
Heres to hope that someday we'll see where our love strayed
As clearly replaying conversations like a broken record has gotten us nowhere
So dig deep under porcelain skin and tell your heart to rest
Let weary nerves relax, don't let doubt change the facts

I say "Life is a catch 22, only if you let it be"
Where 22 is now just another number for me
I know that I will be soon be free
Of all the hurt left from when you and I were "we"

Magnanimous

katbabe64@hotmail.com — Sun, 04 May 2008 04:44:38 GMT

inner monologue

katbabe64@hotmail.com — Tue, 27 Feb 2007 21:31:55 GMT

stop fucking questioning yourself.

you're better than this, get your act together.

The history haunts me tonight

katbabe64@hotmail.com — Thu, 25 Jan 2007 07:44:30 GMT

globes & maps.
plane tickets.
the smell of library books.
the hope of sleeping soundly.
& well, just plain 'ole cow.

...and you.

2/15-2/20. Can't come soon enough

Sometimes I think too much.
Sometimes I get scared that I'm not her and that you won't like me/love me/want to be with me because of that. Am I just a subsitute? I don't want to change, don't want to hesitate on thinking about who I am or what I like, and want you to adore me for that. The history haunts me tonight. It shouldn't, it's just one stupid thing you said to me. It's just uncertainty.

But after all, it's just mountains & miles.
and I know that if it weren't for that you would be here next me,
and thinking I was just plain silly for thinking any of the above ideas.

Silly Kitty.

katbabe64@hotmail.com — Fri, 12 Jan 2007 06:11:01 GMT

Suppressed thoughts are the dreamed,
not the dreams we wish to have while we are awake.

Although I'm not quite sure why I had a dream that someone killed octavio! Or why I dreamt I drowned when jimbo, bill, and I tried to out run a tidal wave.

Hmph.

Suh-leep time.

And it's only doubts that we're counting on fingers broken long ago

katbabe64@hotmail.com — Thu, 11 Jan 2007 04:09:00 GMT

I'm going to California.
Yeah I know I can't afford it, but I need it.
I need to do something on my own, something for myself.
I need a break from the monontiny.
I need to see Bill- even if it's not until February 15th. He makes me feel alive.
I need to be adventurous.
I need to stop busting my ass for what feels like little to nothing. I work far too much, I do what is asked of me.
I need something to look forward to.

I just re-read that and scolded myself for using the word "need". Since I can remember my mum has lectured me on the concept of "need vs. want". And I know my parents are somewhat in need right now, and yes I do owe them money for my car, but it can wait.

It can wait because I'm jumping out my skin. I've worked hard the past few years and I haven't taken a vacation, have worked most major holidays and school breaks, and haven't pursued any dreams.

So fuck it.
I'm going to find a way.

<3.

Hmmph

katbabe64@hotmail.com — Fri, 05 Jan 2007 05:42:31 GMT

I think Kurt Halsey is telling me to go to California to visit Billiam.

Check out his new stuff, it's amazing- and strangly a few pieces are about California and the distance between two people...

http://www.kurthalsey.com

It's a new year, do you feel any different?

katbabe64@hotmail.com — Wed, 03 Jan 2007 06:00:27 GMT

old friends, new acquaintances
a phone call from Billiam thousands of miles away, still in 2006
my lips grazing a red solo cup rather than his as the ball dropped*
un-inhaled cigarill(-as?) (-os?) under a star-less night
(oral fixation? I love the taste)
heart to hearts
(but still kind of feeling like a loner- like I don't fit in)
games of pool
feeling sassy
(in my new jeans)
chips and salsa
gin and tonics
blueberry beers
(or as nate calls them blueberry pancake beers)
flavored champagne
the "fuck you game"
corners
talk of composers
(Berlioz is my favorite, as Glynn swears by Schubert)
talk of sunday school in elementary school
(I once played Mary in a Christmas play and Lee may have been Joseph?)
adoring marley the cat
candid photos

realizing how ironic life is-
and bittersweet

*whoever came up with the idea to watch a lighted ball drop (actually I think it more like glides) to ring in the new year? And why is the expression called "ringing" in the new year?
I suppose Wikkapedia or Google has the answers to this, but frankly I'm too lazy to look it up.

Happy 2007
To think, I once calcuated this year knowing that I'd be graduating from college.
I never would have expected my life to unfold the way it has thus far, and believe things truly happen for a reason. I hope you all do too, and are proud of where you are today.
G'nite.

It's just one thing after another.

katbabe64@hotmail.com — Tue, 05 Sep 2006 02:55:00 GMT

This my last night in Plymouth.
I'm anxious, but excited at the same.
I'm mostly anxious because I'm not ready to leave home.
My family is falling apart.
My dad is very sick. The dreaded "C" word. I don't feel like writing about it in here, and now that I think of it I haven't really told many people. Meh.
There are a lot of people I blew off this summer, and for that I'm sorry. I didn't do it on purpose.
I worked. A lot. Especially overnights which truly messed with my body, and more importantly my mind. Not to mention they make it hard to see anyone who has a normal work schedule.
I'd like to post some of the mixes I've made over the summer as I think they better show/tell how I have felt the past few months.

Where did the time go?
How did I seem to distance myself from so many people?
Why do I feel so distant from my brother right now, when I need him now the most?

Eh fuckers.

I'm not a concept.

katbabe64@hotmail.com — Mon, 29 May 2006 04:33:37 GMT

I have this problem of not being able to let go of past boyfriends.
Looking at pictures of us just makes it that much harder.
And I'm not talking about one particular person.
Does that make me pathetic?
Maybe I'm just too nostalgic right now.

Is there a cure?

Even if it's temporary, send one my way.

Other aspects of my life are on repeat and I don't know how to get out of this 'groundhog day' like situation.
Guys say I'm confusing, yet they also say they can read me like a book.
They say I'm frustrating and complicated, but that they are attracted to that.
How is that possible?
I don't understand.
They usually have very little, if anything in common with me and again like that I'm not like other girls they know.
Again I'm not 100% about being with them, which usually means no.
My mom seems to think that I keep dating the same kinds of guys, and that I will continue to do so until I learn some sort of lesson.

I never seem to meet the kind of guys I'm attracted to.
Well maybe I have in one instance, but every time I try to forget about him he seems to text with plans that fall through, or one of his songs pops up on my ipod. I don't think he's all that interested even though when we're together he seems like he is.

Oh well.

Here's to the amazing weather coming up and the feeling of soaking up the sun.

So this is growing up.

katbabe64@hotmail.com — Mon, 29 May 2006 03:02:00 GMT

Life truly is strange.

I love when people pop back into your life out of the blue.

Talked to Mike Wood a few nights ago.
He and I dated the summer I turned 17, the summer before my senior year.
He truly was unlike anyone I had ever met before. Still is.
Looking at all the silly pictures of us I look truly happy, we both did.
God that seems so long ago.

I wonder what the 17 year-old me would think of who I am now.
I suppose there are pro's and con's to who I've become,
although I think my basic personality is the same- I have been through far too much to consider myself the same person, which obviously happens with growing older.

That summer I was still working at Lobster Hut, it was my last year before SSH.
I didn't have my divers license yet.
My room was still painted pink.
I didn't own a cell phone.
In many ways I lived up to the translation of my name. ('Purity')
I had not decided what I wanted to go to college for.
It was not even conceivable that I would not be friends with half the people that I was then, nor would I even stop to think that some of my classmates may die before they reached the age of twenty-one.
From what I can remember I primarily listened to Taking Back Sunday, Jimmy Eat World, Blink-182, NFG, Reggie and the Full Effect, the Starting Line, Finch, and Get Up Kids, among many other pop-punkish bands (and Leftout of course, haha.) I specifically remember listening to Boxcar Racer with Mike and going to see NFG with him in Worcester at the Palladium (I think I may have even seen Andy, Colby, and Brendan there...?) As well as hanging out at his house for band practices for reBirth.
Although I still listen to those bands those songs will never mean the same to me as they did then.
I did have Chuck at that time, (my goldfish) who is still alive and resides in my kitchen. And I of course still have all my old band tee-shirts, and many new ones as well.

I like who/what I've become for the most part, and believe that things truly do happen for a reason.
I'm excited and anxious for the future, and wonder what I'll be like in another 4 or 5 years.

Here's to more cherry cokes (as my brother once said), listening to new music and acquiring new band tee's, making new friends, experiencing new things, and living to my full potential.

Stop and think about what you were like when you were 17, what some of your favorite things were- (or if you are 17 now think how you may change)

Do you like what you see now?

Yeah this was lame, but it's what was on my mind.

La vie est trop courte.

katbabe64@hotmail.com — Mon, 22 May 2006 01:46:37 GMT

It's only the beginning of the summer and I am already burnt out.

I've been working pretty much every day- sometimes 12 hour shifts with an hour commute. I even had to work a ridiculous 3am-3pm shift because the overnight guy is out sick.
I just have to keep in mind that the overtime is really going to pay off, and with that I'll be able to buy some furniture and odds & ends for my room in worcester.
I also have Thursday off which is a plus, but then there is the whole problem of what to do with that day.
Catch up on sleep? Unpack/Organize? (My room is a disaster) Go up to Worcester to see the girls, move some things into the house, and assemble some furniture?

So far this entry is pointless. I'm totally skirting around issues that are more important and on my mind- such as the recent death of Alishia, feeling like I'm out of the loop in regards to friends, and family issues.

As for Alishia, I just happened to be going through my room two days ago trying to get rid of a few things and came across my prom album (ironically this was before Jess' entry talking about how last time she talked to Alishia was at her after prom party and I had totally forgotten that Alishia had gone) and found pictures from that party. In one of them Alishia was in the background laughing at something someone said. I got really upset even though I never really knew her. She looked so happy there. It's amazing how a picture can capture such a thing. I won't go into a spiel about drinking and driving because no matter what is said said about it, it still happens- no one ever thinks it will happen to them. Life is too short.

I saw the Code last night with Steve Taylor after Nicole's grad party. Despite the bad press I really enjoyed it, and not just because I'm obsessed with Audrey. (How does everyone else like her?) I admit there was no real chemistry between her and Tom Hanks, but I think she did a great job, and I don't think that her accent was so thick that you couldn't understand, (as some critics said). I wish Ron Howard would make Angels and Demons as I, and from what I've heard from so many others, liked better than Da Vinci Code. I also was disappointed by the action scenes, I feel like something was missing, and yes they did leave out pieces- but with the detail of the book it is expected, movies rarely live up to the expectations of the books they com from. I may be going to see it again with my mum because she originally wanted to go with me but I jumped the gun. whoops.

I think I'm going to take a bubble bath rather than tackle the mess that is my room.

G'nite.

And remember- La vie est trop courte. Vivez, aimez, et riez.

Hopefully that is translated correctly- I'm trying to teach myself a bit of french.

Whelp. Here I am.

katbabe64@hotmail.com — Mon, 08 May 2006 04:19:58 GMT

I don't know where to start.
This entry is bound to be choppy and as full of holes as swiss cheese.
If you want the details, acquire within- meaning, ask me.

It bothers me that I feel that some people wouldn't know what I was up to if it wasn't for
a. facebook/myspace
b. this silly journal that I never update
c. my away messages/profile

With all this technology I feel like I'm even farther away from a lot of people that I used to be so close with.
I believe Bethany wrote a simliar entry regarding this.

So. This is my life.

-the girls and I bought a house a 1/2 mile from campus. it is old, creaky, has hard wood floors, closets and doors that lead to everywhere, a scary servant stairway, a doorbell that sounds like an old school bell, huge windows, two porches, an odd kitchen, and it's all ours. It's exciting and intimidating at the same time. I wish I was living there this summer. Which leads to other stuff...

-I decided awhile ago I didn't want to live in worcester because of the hell that was last summer and because I couldn't afford it. Now I wish I hadn't signed up for my summer stats class and had looked for a job out in worcester, because so many of my friends are staying in the city. (or everywhere besides plymouth) I'm worried I'll be alone, be miserable, or that I will spend massive amounts of money on gas going up there all the time (which is completely worth it if I'm happy).

-If I stay in plymouth I can spend time with my parents who I don't see nearly enough- my brother (when he's not touring with Harris/Waking Ashland) the kitties, and chuck. I miss them all terribly when I'm at school. As I miss my beautiful house and plymouth in general. Maybe by staying in plymouth I'll be able to take a deep breathe and look around me. Although I'm staying at south shore hospital and taking a stats class I still have some free time as I'm not driving to the woo for classes.

-I'm burnt out with everything.

-I've lost Ben. He was my best friend and I can't think about last summer without him. It hurts.

-The girls and I have been surrounding ourselves with WPI friends once again.

-I attended two formals at WPI recently: SAE with Evan and LCA with Nate. Both were fun, but completely different.

-I've been making some killer mix cd's for myself lately since I have no one else to make them for any more. Maybe I'll post them on here at some point.

-I didn't make Dean's List this semester- I didn't do nearly as well as I had wanted to, but I tried and that's all that mattered. It was a hard semester.

-I have mixed feelings about being in school forever. Because I switched to OT I'll be in school for 3 more years. 6 years total. Although I'll have a Master's it's hard to think that I've worked so hard and I still have so far to go, whereas most of my friends are graduating this year.

I feel like there is more that I need to say here but can't get my thoughts together enough to muster typing something.

Let's just see how everything goes from here. I've made it this far, right?

I'm a shmuck.

katbabe64@hotmail.com — Thu, 06 Apr 2006 18:56:33 GMT

hmmm... what does this say about how I've been feeling lately?

My top 15 songs on itunes...

1. your ex-lover is dead- the stars
2. guess I'm doing fine- beck
3. forgive and forget- the get up kids
4. don't panic- coldplay
5. sparks- coldplay
6. love ridden- fiona apple
7. caring is creepy- the shins
8. still fighting it- ben folds
9. paper bag- fiona apple
10. such great heights- the postal service
11. it's all in your mind- beck
12. track 3- Bia
13. delicate- damien rice
14. limp- fiona apple
15. what if I do?- foo fighters

In a FUNK.

katbabe64@hotmail.com — Wed, 25 Jan 2006 02:40:47 GMT

Happy new year.
Although like death cabs statement, I don't feel any different.

The holidays were okay. I worked a lot, even on Christmas. I guess you could say South Shore Hospital owns me.
But being home with the fam, kitties, and chuck was much needed. Not to mention the great organic food, music, and wine. I miss the few days I had of that.

Ever had that feeling that you're bored with yourself? Heh. Yeah, well I am.

Classes are okay, shouldn't be too bad this semester- I'm still really enjoying OT and I'm done with my psych minor.
I got all A's last semester and made Deans List.
I feel like I'm going to be here forever.
Sometimes I wish I had transferred.

I haven't felt myself lately. Nothing is devestatingly wrong. Things could be much worse.

I've been too nostalgic lately perhaps.
Wishing I had kept in touch with a few dozen people.
And some other people are making me itch, and I'm realizing I don't want to be like them. But from the outside I may seem to be straying that way.

I need to be exposed to new/more art/music/books.

Going somewhere sunny wouldn't be so bad either. But the Arizona/Mexico thing is shot. Stupid me.

Ben is amazing.
Sometimes I don't know how he puts up with me.
He truly is my best friend more than anything else and I love that.

Sigh. This is random and I wish I wasn't being so glum.

Maybe it's just a winter funk?
Hope so.

lame, but funny

katbabe64@hotmail.com — Thu, 15 Dec 2005 01:38:57 GMT

Dear Santa...

Dear Santa,

This year I've been busy!

In April I turned bestmistakeever in for farting in church (3 points). Last Monday I saved a busload of nuns in Angola (326 points). Last Thursday I didn't flush (-1 points). Last week btvs8513 and I robbed a bank (-50 points). Last Sunday I gave xprettyemostarx a life-saving blood transfusion (50 points).

Overall, I've been nice (328 points). For Christmas I deserve a shiny red ball!

Sincerely,
xkatx

Whew! My journal almost got deleted!

katbabe64@hotmail.com — Thu, 08 Dec 2005 18:58:07 GMT

I haven't written in here in months. Seems like eons. I feel as if I have so much to say, but not enough
time or energy to get it all out.

Winter hasn't even begun and I already want it to end.

I've been told I've lost my spark. Again.

One neuro lab & lecture exam and OT203 final on the 16th, and I'll be on my way back to 02360.

Distant Thoughts.

katbabe64@hotmail.com — Wed, 31 Aug 2005 00:19:48 GMT

I just realized while watching the news tonight that my only surviving grandparent may be dead, and I wouldn't even know it.

My grandfather that I haven't seen since I was three, lives in Mobile, Alabama- one of the places that got hit the hardest by Katrina.

I don't know what's worse- the fact that I don't know he's dead, or the fact that I have no sentimental feelings toward him because he is an awful person.

Not that I'm wishing him death, but it's just such a strange feeling to think of him after all these years, and to wonder what my mom is thinking.

I heard a few years back that he was dying of Parkinson's disease, maybe he died before all this- I don't even know.

Sorry, I didn't write this to upset anyone, or invoke any kind of sympathy- it was just something I was thinking about and had to write down.

I hope to write a post about my summer soon, but now is not the time.

Love your grandparents dearly, as I was only lucky enough to meet my Grampa Lynch who lived to the age of 89, dying when I was 13.

My heart goes out to everyone who has been hit by Katrina.
For once we should feel lucky that we live in New England.

<3K

Oh randomness, I love it.

katbabe64@hotmail.com — Tue, 26 Jul 2005 03:52:26 GMT

So yesterday I met a boy on the Mass Pike.
His name is Nolan and he goes to Framingham State.

I'll tell the rest of the story later, too funny.
I definitely needed some random fun in my life.

I have a feeling he won't call me though. Oh well.

Went to Wrentham today with Kristin, and spent money I didn't have on things I needed for school.
Next week I'm going to Hampton Beach with Kristin & Liz to visit Kirk & Ben- shall be interesting. I need some sun and the beach, and to just plain get away from everything.

Is it fall yet?

Oh! I have a new friend- I got a beta! He's pink with purple splotches on his tail and I think his name shall be Pierre. I wanted something French and flamboyant. Kristin's is white with aqua/turquoise coloring on his tail and is named Bruce, haha.

My mom is back from the hospital, still on coumadin though. hmph.
My brother and I may be tested soon to see if we have any clotting problems too. sigh.

My summer class is almost over and I absolutely OT. I'm actually kinda excited for next year and for my classes, wow I'm a dork.

Whelp, I'm tired. G'nite.

katbabe64@hotmail.com — Mon, 18 Jul 2005 19:17:24 GMT

Oh, one last thought or two.

Things I want to do before this summer ends:

-go to a drive in movie down in RI
-go skinny dipping
-have another woo reunion in plymouth- dinner party?
-get another piercing (but I have no idea what)
-be confident about driving standard

Also, ignore everything I've said about boys in past entries.
I've realized that I am naive and obviously suck at judging a person's character.
I deserve better.

I am now accepting mix-cd's (or lists for possible ones) for my ridiculous commuting.