• The CSM gave me a melted cran-raspberry energy bar from an MRE today. But it was cool.
• I watched The Birdcage on my iPod while I rode the stationary bike for cardio at the gym today.
• My brother was singing to his Ramen noodles.
• Last night it was so hot in my room that I ended up taking off my pajama pants and sleeping in my underwear. Then, I had a ( Read more... )

I just fell at Speedway. The gas station. I fell at the gas station. Here's how it went down:

I, being the genius that you all know and love, decided that putting my socks back on and tying shoelaces was much too strenuous an activity. Oh, the countless seconds it would shave off of my life! So, flip-flops were the obvious answer. Yes. And a hoodie ( Read more... )

Well, so far this year, I have been moderately productive. I've been to Target, folded laundry, made strides in cleaning my room aaaaand showered. I know, I know: How do I find the time?

I've also had my first alcoholic beverage(s), gotten my ass handed to me by a co-worker's six-year-old son at Wii Tennis, eaten Chinese food and been to Starbucks ( Read more... )

Talking with AJ yesterday:

"Don't try to hide it, AJ. You love Hannah Montana. It's only natural."
"No, I hate her. I hate her stupid teeth, her pedophile dad, her hick accent, and the double life thing."
"But, she's got the best of both worlds!"
"...That's one of her songs, isn't it?"
"...Yes."

Love,
Katie

Uh oh ( Read more... )

Hey, Katie.

Remember July?
Remember life without school?
Remember going to bed at night smiling?
Remember loving every day, even Mondays?
Remember the newfound freedom of a messy breakup?
Remember spending every weekend at your best friend's house?
Remember music seeming like a whole new world all of a sudden?
Remember life before Joe?
Remember life ( Read more... )

If It Kills Me by Jason Mraz

Hello, tell me you know
Yeah, you figured me out
Something gave it away
And it would be such a beautiful moment
To see the look on your face
To know that I know that you know now

And baby that’s a case of my wishful thinking
You know nothing
Cause you and I
Why, we go carrying on for hours on end
We get along ( Read more... )

  My name is Katie. Actually, it's Kathleen Margaret. But Katie is better.

• I'm always afraid that people are being insincere with me because I've trusted too easily before and gotten burned.
• I don't care what other girls think of me.
• I care too much what some boys think of me.
• I don't hide my feelings well.
• I get really jealous.

You know, I love that song. It makes me laugh. Like a dork. Out loud. All snort-y and such.

I am 5'3". I am short. I know this and I accept it. I embrace it. Who needs to be tall anyway? Seeing over stuff. Reaching junk without a chair. It's overrated.

So that's why I can appreciate the frequent short jokes. Because I can laugh at my own ( Read more... )

So sometimes I feel like I like my friends a lot more than they like me. I don't ever get annoyed by anything they do and I always think they're funny. But I feel like I'm getting on their nerves.

And I'm starting to think it's true.

I don't think two out of the three people I consider my "best" friends like me anymore. They won't answer my calls, ( Read more... )