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December 25th,
2006 10:16 pm
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Frankie Lymon and the Teenagers - Why Do Fools Fall In Love? |
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merry christmas everyone.
I say that sincerely even though I'm feeling a bit "bah, humbug" right now.
Grr.
GRR I SAY.
Oh wellll.
If I've learned one thing over the years, it's how to bottle things up.
Until I explode.
:))))
:)))))))) I SAY.
....
I need some kind of release.
I think I'm gonna go outside and scream.
...
yeah.
that works.
peaccccce.
♥
~Kat
[ever had one of those days that weren't yours at all? ever felt like you couldn't breathe? ever felt like running a million miles just to get away? ever felt like the things that used to make you happy don't anymore? ever miss anyone more than you should-- more than you ever thought that you could? ever felt like everything is falling apart?]
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December 2nd,
2006 7:25 pm
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 calm, fine, whatevah! |
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Gary Jules - "Mad World" |
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So I haven't been around in ages.
Sorry.
But hey hey.
Life has been pretty good to me.
The old dude is gone... very sad, yes, but in his place, something even better occured.
I'm in a relationship with the perfect guy, my best friend, the pop to my tart, the peanut to my butter, etc., etc....
We're very happykins and today is our 2 month anniversary.
:)))
Anywho, life has really gotten away from me and is flying by.
I wish it would stop that.
Not too much has changed, or maybe I just can't process it all right now, but whatever.
How have all of you sex muffins been?
mucho mas love,
~Kat
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| Pictures in an exhibition... |
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September 24th,
2006 10:18 pm
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"Summer Skin" - Deathcab For Cutie |
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So last post I refrained from bitching about guys.
Oh ho.
Life has been kind of shittykins lately, but whatever.
Classes are alright. I'm doing well except for my fuckingshitfuckfuck hard math class.
Math can blow me.
( In which I explain why life is complicated and other madness )
Be good, love life.
Until later...
~Kat
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| What started as a crush became an obsession |
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September 9th,
2006 2:41 am
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mood |
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 sleepykins. |
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music |
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Esthero - "Every Day is a Holiday" |
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I feel like the only thing I've been doing lately is bitching about guys, SO EVEN THOUGH THERE'S A LOT TO BITCH ABOUT RIGHT NOW, SCREW THAT.
I'm going to the fantastico Austin City Limits music festival next week. Only Friday, because 3-day passes were all sold out, but that's okay because Friday is the best day anyway.
I get, for the low low price of 55 fucking dollars:
Nickel Creek
Gnarls Barkley
Gomez
Theivery Corporation
Los Lonely Boys
The Tragically Hip (AKA one of my most favorite bands ever)
John Mayer
and goddamn Van Morrison.
(plus many, many, many others, but who cares?)
I can fucking die happy now.
Seriously. Me, Gabby, and Evan are all going together all day. Fantastic, though I'm still mad at that bastard (Evan) for practically breaking my fucking hand in the car today on our way to lunch. It's not my fault that he's so goddamn hilarious to tickle, but SERIOUSLY he about fucking killed my hand for messing with him. Heh heh. It was worth it.
Why am I cussing so much right now?
Maybe it's the lack of sleep, not to mention the bottling of rage and blog!angst that I'm not writing about guys.
Anyway, (or anyFUCKINGway, if I'm following the current theme of this entry) I've been super busy because life is lame like that. Tomorrow I have about five billion things to do, and it's almost 3 am and I haven't gone to bed yet. Obviously.
Oh well, sleep is for the weak.
In other music news, I've been totally skitzo about what I've been listening to lately. A lot of indie stuff. And random bolts of desire for stuff like Hanson and Bob Dylan's "Modern Times" and Rilo Kiley and Explosions In The Sky.
Not to mention Regina Spektor, who is a crazy crazy artist. I'll give you a sample with the hilarious song (yes, hilarious. I can't help but get a happy when I hear this song) "Poor Little Rich Boy."
Regina Spektor - "Poor Little Rich Boy"
Hee hee.
So. I really don't have that much to talk about if I can't bitch about things. That makes me some kind of weird. Or angry or violent or something. Whatever.
Tomorrow I'm supposed to see "The Protector" with all those crazy bastards I call friends. All I know is that it's a kung-fu movie or something. Which begs the question: ANOTHER DUDE MOVIE?
Damn it.
I love the boys as much as the next girl, but I seriously need to hang out with chicks more. I feel like I've become so numb to sexual comments/jokes that nothing phases me anymore. And it's true! I've been corrupted!
Oh wait, I already had a dirty mind.
Blast.
~Kat
p.s. I bitched about stuff. Damn do I fail at life!
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August 21st,
2006 2:49 am
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Metric - "On A Slow Night" |
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TEEN CHOICE AWARDS LOL.
I LOVE LIFE.
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| Post Modern Sleaze |
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August 8th,
2006 1:52 am
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Tatu - "Robot" in goddamn russian or some shit. |
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For some reason, I have this really weird craving to listen to Hanson right now.
Fucking crazy.
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| My Sweet Little Religion... How Does It Feel? |
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August 2nd,
2006 6:29 pm
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 frustrated like whoa. |
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Sneaker Pimps - "Post Modern Sleaze" |
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So I've been working every day for two weeks.
Getting up at 5:30 a.m.
Dear God.
Taking care of a two-year-old. (And a six-year-old and a 10-year-old last all at the same time last week, but not this week.)
Dear God.
I love children (mostly) but jesusfuckingchrist I cannot take any more Barney or Barbie movies.
Seriously, what the fuck is up with kids and that damn purple dinosaur? Not to mention his "friends" BJ (*immature snort*) and Baby Bop.
Dear God, I know their names now.
My life officially blows.
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In other news, the sortoffriends guy situation has escalated into bad territory. Or maybe I'm mixing metaphors or euphemisms or whatnot. --But whatever, it's bad. We've gotten to the point where we're dating, but we're not calling it dating. So I'm getting all the flack without any of the fun.
Great.
It really hit me how retarded I am when we went out with our friend Dan to the movies the other day and Dan referred to me as my friend's girlfriend.
It didn't hit me until later, but damn-- I'm being so stupid about this.
A few weeks ago it was just playful flirting... and then some weird friends with benefits shit, and now I'm his girlfriend.
Fuckity shit fuck fuck.
I know that this can't go on. And I know that I don't want an actual, committed relationship with him, and that he probably doesn't want the same with me... maybe. Now I'm all confused about where he is with this whole thing because of how he's acting around me now. LIKE I'M HIS FUCKING GIRLFRIEND.
So I have to end it. But I'm no good at that-- the whole "love you but not IN love you" bit. Because it sounds like shit and usually is, but this case, it's actually how I feel. So, because of that, I also feel massive guilt and horribly bitchy... on top of feeling like "OHGODMUSTSTOPTHIS." Because, really, this isn't going to end well. Arrrrg.
So now I'm all depressed that I have to "breakup" with my friend, who is actually a great guy but just not for me, and it will cause all this angst and probably massive amounts of awkwardness, all of which are my fault for not nipping this in the goddamn bud earlier.
BECAUSE I'M AN IDIOT.
Just put me in a pointy hat and set me in the corner.
Because I'm done.
--Damn, I'm mixing euphemisms again.
~Kat
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| baby, it's just too late. |
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July 23rd,
2006 7:08 pm
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"Bleed" - Anna Nalick |
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So I think most of the re-vamping is over and done with.
New layout?
Check.
New moodtheme?
Check.
New yacht floating somewhere in the Caribbean that stores my millions, while new boytoy is fetching me a Pina Colada?
Check.
Just kidding.
...
That's planned for next week. Don't want to get ahead of myself.
~Kat
p.s. 'Wonderfalls' moodtheme... tre awesome, no?
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July 21st,
2006 2:43 am
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 pissed the fuck off! DAMN IT! |
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None... but I'm watching House right now. Yay! |
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Okay, so the new layout sucks. I've been trying all day to find something satisfactory, and... no luck. The valiant search will continue tomorrow, after I get some sleep and some caffeine.
This was disheartening. The most gorgeous layouts that I lovedlovedloved did NOT work because of fucking Plus. I'm going to kick some ass. All this effort was definitely not worth an extra ten icons.
Boo. Boo I say.
If anyone has any suggestions for the new layout (PLEASE! I'm begging you... pathetically.) pleasepleaseplease tell me. Barring actually paying for livejournal (I was THIS close today... it was sad.) I'm willing to do about anything to make this work. Ten icons, people! TEN MORE ICONS.
Argggggggggggggggggggggggggggcbcvbzxccnxbzceshf
*headSLAMdesk*
You might want to STAY AWAYYYYYYYYYYY until it's ready. Because it's ugly. Damn.
Okay, so it's fixed. And hella awesome, if I say so myself. Go me! *snoopy dances*
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| If you can't hold yourself together, why should I hold you now? |
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July 20th,
2006 11:54 am
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calm. whaevah wheaver |
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"Never Take Friendship Personal" - Anberlin |
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Under construction.
I'm messing around with the layout and selling out to livejournal for more icons (I know, I know! I'm a whore...)
So until it's done, you may want to RUN AWAYYYYYY.
♥
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| So I'll hide my head in this paper bag, because if I can't see you, then you can't see me. |
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July 19th,
2006 12:03 am
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"wild world (cover)" - the format |
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So I'm back. And really. fucking. TAN. And by tan I mean I look half black. (Or at least mexican.) It's kind of really funny how tan I got because of how pasty I was before I left. Like ghost, milk, almost-see-through-me white.
Ah, well, at least I know that those Italian genes are still in there and doing their job (e.g. also see love of pasta).
The Keys were fun and gorgeous, except for when it rained. Which, unfortunately was about two-fifths of the time (not one-third, thankyouverymuch).
I saw dolphins no less than five times. Which made me squeal like a little girl on the inside (And outside... darn.) Went scuba diving almost every day, and snorkeling EVERY DAY. Which is partly why I'm so tan.
Other than the fun time of vacationing, I did have to deal with four bitches who were so fucking negative all the time that it ruined a good portion of my inside times. Seriously, hating everyone without reason and guffawing about incessantly like fucking donkeys is not attractive in any way, shape, or form. See, snark is funny. I enjoy it. Getting on people's cases who deserve it can be a good time, in moderation. But being cruel to people (behind their backs, no less!) is just ignorant and pathetic.
Ah well, c'est la vie.
Other than vacation bliss, I've been having some almost-trouble with a guy friend of mine. I know, I know, I'm all into this other guy, and yet here I go again, getting into trouble with ANOTHER one of my friends. *headdesk*
Basically, we've been sort-of fooling around (none of the sex, but definitely crossing the line of what friends do), which is a really, really stupid idea, and we both know it. And I tell myself every time that he leaves that it can't happen again, and I'm resolute all the way through up until I see him again. Because then it just goes *poof* and we end up having a great time and doing all this stupid shit over again. So.... me = idiot.
It's complicated by the fact that I know we don't have any real feelings for each other, as in no way are we ever going to have a real relationship because neither of us want one with each other, but there we are, doing non-friend things again. I think he expects me to take the friends-with-benefits bullshit because we're close and we tell each other everything and we have some great chemistry, but... it's not what I want (who really wants that??).
Oh well, I'll deal with eventually. Until then, I guess I can enjoy his company and try to control myself. (HAHAHAHA. I shouldn't laugh, but it's kind of funny.)
So, what's up with all you crazies? Don't tell me "nothing" because I have it on good authority that the world did not cease to exist in crazy internet land while I was MIA.
Pretty good authority.
Oh... and to any of you that care: For some reason, I just realized (okay... not JUST, but pretty recently) how fucking awesome House, M.D. is.
Am I the slowest TV junkie ever, or what?
Also: Pirates of the Caribbean 2 pissed me the fuck off. So many things made me angry! Elizabeth, suddenly into Jack? WHAT?? Jack, suddenly into Elizabeth? WHAT?? That shitty ending? FUCKING WHAT??
Argggg. I can't forgive those Disney bastards, but I will forgive Johnny. And poor Orlando because, dude, having Johnny steal scenes AND your love interest must just blow.
At least Barbossa is back. That dude is the most badass pirate ever.
Also: History of Violence = weird. I saw it with above-mentioned guy-friend and hmm... I think it was Viggo's face plant into his character's wife's vagina that initially freaked me out, and then it later escalated when he shot that dude's jaw off. I'm not quite sure how I feel about it all. Maybe after the *eye twitches* wear off, I can give a clearer opinion.
I swear, swear, swear that I will get to watch The Princess Bride sometime tomorrow. I've been trying to do it for days, to no avail. PREPARE TO DIE!
The Final Word: Bought tickets for The Format concert today for Friday. I was SUPPOSED to go with best friend Sky, but bitch is going to Vancouver the next morning and had to back out. So now I'm going with guy-friend and it's weird. He doesn't even know them, but volunteered to go when I moaned and groaned about her not going. Sweet, but shit-- it just gives me another chance to do something fucking stupid.
*headdesk*
~Kat
p.s. I forgot. I MISSED YOU GUYS. LOTS.
I'm not even joking
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June 24th,
2006 12:22 am
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 I get jittery before trips. |
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something by The Rasmus stuck in my head. |
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So the air conditioning is fixed. You might not have gotten that it was broken because I was being subversive in my last, desperate post.
Ah well, no matter.
The super-duper fun thing about it being fixed is that I won't be able to enjoy it since I am leaving (on a jet plane, haha) tomorrow morning at 6 bloody a.m. (Yes, I DO, in fact, have to wake up in 3 1/2 hours *headdesk*)
Not that I'm complaining.
Especially since I'm going to...
*drumroll for added dramatic effect*
Heck yes.
I'll be gone until the 11th (of July, *BWUAHAHAHA*) and I expect it to be awesome, fantastic, orgasmic, and any other synonym for "bitchin' good time."
So, since I'm embarking on THIS year's summer vacation, I thought, just for kicks and giggles, I would give you a taste of LAST year's trip, which I promised to do... but you know me. Lazylazylazy.
So... awesomeness ahoyhoy!:
( You WISH You Were Canadian. )
See you all in 3 weeks! I lub ooo.
Shut up, I was channling a 5-year-old there. I did not, contrary to popular belief, have a stroke.
Much less-than-three! (all the cool kids are saying it...)
~Kat
p.s. now I have to get up in three hours. Fuckity fuck fuck me.
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| Gold Dust |
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June 15th,
2006 12:58 am
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whatever and amen. |
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We Are Scientists - History Repeats |
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Hmm... so I have yet to discuss the awesomeness that was the Arctic Monkeys' and We Are Scientists show last week.
So... it was awesome.
Ha ha.
Sky and I met up over here, and then headed over to the show to stand in the hothot sun for about an hour (at Stubb's, if you care. Also, it was 97 degrees, if you care.)
We laughed continually at all the sweaty people and the fact that we were not the last in line. (We were closer to the beginning/middle, if you care.) This woman behind us was sweating so profusely that I made the honorable comment:
"Should I offer her a tissue?"
Maybe "honorable" is not the word I'm looking for.
They let us in, and we ran. Yes, ran. Like silly, silly idiots. The plus was that we got kickass standing spots. The minus was that we left those spots about 10 minutes later when we wanted to go get t-shirts.
I now own a red Arctic Monkeys t-shirt. It cost me $20. Bitches.
We got back to the standing area, about 10 feet to left and behind of where we were before.
I then made these entirely helpful comments:
"We should have gone one at a time, because that way we could have kept our spots. There's someone tall standing in front of me."
Maybe "helpful" is not the word I'm looking for.
Then came standing around for about an hour. Sweating. More sweating. Sniggering about standing next to a real, live British person, or at least an American with a nice fake-accent. Sniggering about all the "indie" people there, when really there are no indie people in Austin. They all buy their clothes at Target and pronounce it "tarr-jay." Like cool people.
Then We Are Scientists.
Oh, be still my heart. It makes my ears ache with love to remember them. Listening to their CD and admiring the stickers given out with their name on it is nothing like hearing them live.
Dancing. Well-concealed sniggering about "indie" guy's (also friend/drinking buddy of British guy) dancing, which was like a monkey with epilepsy not only having a seizure, but having an orgasm and on date-rape drugs, all at the same time.
He sang along loudly.
Keith (aka lead-singer-man) is gorgeous. Pictures don't do him justice.
Self-deprecating set-banter was amazing. Laugh-out-loud. Literally.
Waiting. A long, long time of waiting while trying to feel any and all breezes, no matter how small. Sweating. Yelling at stage. Random mass-hand clapping. Chanting. "HURRY THE FUCK UP."
Then Arctic Monkeys.
Wonderful, wonderful. Everyone was polite, creepily polite, at this show until they came on. The drunk people decided to come out and play (as they were obviously getting their drink on during We Are Scientists' set). Got beer splashed on my new, cute "indie" top (not bought at tarr-jay) several times. Yelled at drunk guy behind me, even though I was shorter than him by no less 12 feet. Got pot smoke soaked into my new, cute clothes by lovely, lovely people standing next to me.
Did not get offered any. Bitches.
Did, however, get smiled at by possibly-British guy. We shared a whole, throbbing connection and mutual understanding there for no less than two seconds. I do not lie to you when I say the words "pretty FUCKING hair."
Got drunk guy's drunk girlfriend's boobs rubbed all over the back of my new, cute top.
(I might officially retire new, cute top.)
Drunk guy decides that screeching "FUCKIN YEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHH" (although once it was "FUCKIN AAAAAACCCCEEEE") no less than every two seconds, no matter if Arctic Monkeys is in the middle of the chorus or not, is a fantastic idea. I yell at him again, but to no avail, as he was drunk and quite possibly very high at this point and I am very, very tiny, no matter how loud my voice is.
Arctic Monkeys were incredible, which made me very pleasantly surprised because of the shitty review they received after SXSW. But what the fuck does Chris Garcia know? Or is his name Chris Black?
Eh, neither of them know anything.
Moshed for a grand total of no less than 25 seconds. But that was mostly due to two very probably drunk guys getting into a fist fight right in front of me.
I pushed us forward no less than three times during the concert. Every time some asshole tried to get in front of us, successfully doing so to the people to the side of us, I would immediately take the spot they had carved out for themselves out of other peoples' personal space. Bitches. Don't hate the player, hate the game.
Yeah, I'm cool enough to say that.
Saw some people that I knew right as the show ended, around the lovely hour of 10:30 p.m. Not too shabby. Said hi to them, and then ran off to get catch a cab outside.
Then got harassed by a creepy mother fucking hobo on 10th street while waiting. And by "harassed" I mean the full shit-- the I'm-gonna-fucking-kill-you, suck-my-cock-you-white-bitch deal.
Waved down a policeman, and hobo guy ran off.
Ha ha.
Got into our cab and went home without further insult or injury, with the lovely sugar plums of We Are Scientists and Arctic Monkeys dancing through my head.
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Oh, p.s. If you need convincing that We Are Scientists are awesome, go here: We Are Scientists' Letter
That's right, I'm not even going to make you listen to their music or anything, because that would be unnecessary after reading that letter.
Just do it.
I know you want to.
Dooooooo ittttttt.
Do it.
Now.
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p.p.s. My new icon is representative of only a small fraction of how goddamn pretty Jesse Spencer is.
LYK, SRYSLY.
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| Laid underneath the stars, strung out and feeling brave. |
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May 31st,
2006 1:46 pm
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Anna Nalick - Consider This |
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So...
I just bought tickets for the Arctic Monkeys here in Austin on the 7th...
Aren't you just super proud of me?
I'm pissed though that just because I waited one fucking day to buy them, the price when up like, 12 dollars. WTF.
ONE DAY.
Ah well, wallet rape was to be expected...
Now, all I have to do is buy tickets for The Format (!!!!!!!!) for the 21st (a lovely 3 days before I leave, thank you god!) and I'll be set.
Except for when I want five million billion dollars for ACL fest in September. I neeeds to go to that damn festival. It gets better every year, and this year they'll have What Made Milwaukee Famous, which is a fucking awesome band. Like Jeff Buckley only more indie pop than folky rock.
Though there is that in there, too.
Me = excited! I &lamehearts; music.
~Kat
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| Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun! |
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May 26th,
2006 12:07 am
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Metric - "Dead Disco" |
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I really don't like hickeys. I mean... why do people inflict them on other people? Not only are they embarrassing to cover up afterward or, alternatively, to expose to the world, they're like fucking bruises!
Of all the things people could do instead (i.e. biting, licking, kissing, etc.) sucking on a neck seems like the best idea ever??
WTF.
Plus, if you have single friends, it's retarded because you're basically flaunting the fact that someone has slightly vampiric tendencies toward you while they don't. And that's not cool.
So.. in conclusion, hickey = dumbshit idea.
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Haha... I like that this rant was based on an actual conversation that I had with a certain raccoon yesterday morning. And oh yeah, apparently chicks are now squirrels and guys are raccoons. (my response was that they would have fucked up babies, lol)
I have weird friends.
Ah well... c'est la vie.
~Kat
p.s. Sorry that this makes about zero sense. I'm tired and should really be sleeping. But am I gonna? HECK NO.
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May 23rd,
2006 3:31 pm
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WHY, MUSIC? WHY? |
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Cesaria Evora - "Besame Mucho" because why the hell not? |
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I'm cleaning out my extensive music library at the moment and it's quite sad, the amount of music that I have that I don't listen to.
Like...
Who the fuck are beatsteaks and why do I have 12 songs by them?
Delving into the "misc." file is always frightening for me.
Also... do I really need 14 versions of the same song by Pink Floyd? Do I really need EVERY album by Simon and Garfunkle?
The answer is a resounding "Fuck no."
Especially for the latter. I mean, I love "Bridge Over Troubled Water" as much as the next sap, but what the fuck? I hardly ever listen to anything besides their greatest hits album anyway...
Jesus.
~Kat
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May 15th,
2006 7:27 pm
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Pink Floyd - "Breathe" |
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Hmm... yet another long abscence.
I pretty much banned myself from the internet (outside of necessity) for about a month. 'Twas a cleansing period, of sorts. But anyway, yays for being back! I missed everything about LJ... except for the shitty things.
Not that I'm complaining.
A lot of stuff has happened in the last four weeks, not the least of which include boyfriends, break ups, friends dating friends, friends breaking up with friends, Six Flags (theme park fun!), sunburns, Scuba, procrastinating, family problems, financial problems (which is nothing out of the ordinary, but whatever), family awesomeness (which probably isn't a word, but still applies), dogs, cats, even more procrastination, and general craziness.
In other news, I pre-ordered my copy of The Format's new album "Dog Problems" today. I'm looking forward to it in a completely fangirly, squealy way, haha. I've heard the first single (not "The First Single," hee hee), "The Compromise," and it sounds rockin' with all the "ooh"s and "ahh"s that they've added in. July 11th couldn't come fast enough.
Summer is pretty much upon us (and, weather-wise, has been for the last couple of weeks) and I'm still uncertain on my plans. I'm supposed to be going to Big Pine Key in Florida for about a month during late June to early July, but it's become iffy for reasons probably within my control (i.e. see "procrasination" above) but we won't talk about that...
My parents' 28th wedding anniversery was Saturday, and it really struck me that I know so many people whose parents are divorced and/or have single parents. Seriously, about 75% of the people I know don't have what I have with two parents who have really been together for a long time and still love each other. Not that I'm saying that people whose parents are divorced and/or have single parents are unfortunate or even less screwed up than I am, but it still astounds me.
All right, enough notsoquiet reflection for today. I hope everyone had a lovely Mother's Day (and their mommies!) and weekend and Month-Long-Break-From-LJ (which is not a national or even recognized holiday, but should be mandatory and celebrated).
~Kat
p.s. I thought this was pretty funny:
The Coen brothers can pretty much suck it, but the title kicks some major ass.
p.p.s. Also, this is pretty much awesome:
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| hell just ain't the same... |
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2006 8:45 pm
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"Any Other Way" - Theory of a Deadman |
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I feel literally sick right now. Just... absolutely sick inside.
My friend who has feelings for me asked me how I felt about him, once and for all (I officially loathe email now), and I just composed a response to him... letting him (or trying to) down easy.
I hate this, I absolutely hate this. I can't help how I feel, and it is just tearing me apart (probably more than it should) that I have to hurt this guy. I haven't sent the message because I haven't worked up the courage yet, but I'm about to. It's open and I'm just... staring at it wishing it would go away.
I feel all angsty and fucking physically sick because of it.
God. If this ends our friendship, I will be completely devastated... And I have to see him tomorrow, and it will be so awkward.
I was so happy yesterday, like, really, really happy, and today has just been one thing after another. Complete suckage.
*whimpers* I need chocolate or something. That or something to scream into.
Thanks to whoever is listening... I needed to vent.
~Kat
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