so, i've gone and done it. i've booked our tickets to cali. me and beth are going to have an amazing time, now i just have to organize my life here. i.e, i have to tell work i am leaving and i have to tell my roommates i am no longer living with them, come 2 weeks. i felt my heart rate jump right when i pressed the "confirm" button.

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~... " It was as if normal existence were a photograph of shapeless things in badly printed colors, but this was a sketch done in a few sharp strokes that made things seem clean, important - and worth doing. There was nothing else, nothing to dilute it, so that one could admire the naked purpose ..." - Ayn Rand ( Read more... )

... So, last night, i was having a dream about running around charleston, and random other areas, in the early morning, and there was no bright sun and no people, and i had no shoes. It started out where i woke up in a dark bedroom after sleeping with a coworker of mine ... and so i panicked and ran and i was stepping on broken glass , and my feet ( Read more... )

((yawn)) i hate work. and ive got a lot of it these next few weeks. even stranger, every time i have worked (at least the past 3 shifts) i've felt panic attacks coming on. no good. this space incites anxiety in me. i just want to run out the doors, and not look back. not so far as the next block, but to the airport , to a foreign country, where ( Read more... )

so, joe was here. just left. we had fun. i drink too much sometimes though, and turn into a mega bitch when i have pent up agressions towards people and am given too much red wine. need to watch that. so there were a few bumps in the road. but all went well, and it turns out i am glad he came down. i was worried. off to work at cortile, beth and ( Read more... )

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its 4 am. you're at the library, writing a shitty paper and you have no voice. you have to work at 9 till 4. and then go take a final at 4 to 7. you feel like hell. you go to leave, and realize you do not have your car keys. or house keys. or any keys, whatsoever. who are you? yes, thats right, folks. your name is katie guthrie.

i sang/danced to journey and got wrapped in tin foil till 6 in the morning. pictures to prove it. now ill be dragging my slack ass to the library till the sun comes up tommorow... i nevvveer learn ;)