|200 ways to stay your thinest.
||[14 Aug 2005|01:25am]
Living in halls, it's good to learn some first aid. "Help me, some one stabbed me in the back!" Back-stabbing, a common high school injury. Remember, in stab wounds, never remove the knife. Taking out the knife would be like removing the stopper and releasing a nigh of unstoppable flow of arterial blood that spurts out up to two meters away. Don't be a hero and remove the knife, killing your friend.
||[19 Apr 2005|11:18pm]
Top Five Things Katelin Fears Most In A Relationship
By: Rachel Dover
#5. The Blah Life
#4. Being like my parents
#3. The 'What If' Complex
#2. The acutal person
#1. For Better of Worse
Top Five Things Katelin Looks For In A Relationship
By: Rachel Dover
#5. Flowers and Ballons (Katelin's Favorite)
#3. No weird parents
#2. Easy to talk to
#1. Open Minded
Yeah, I'm sure there are more, but I like these best.
Love Rachel <3
PS There is a man sawing outside my window
||[12 Apr 2005|05:42pm]
you know what's ALWAYS bothered me? cold cereal mascots
I mean that is just some FUCKED UP SHIT
the Trix rabbit, for example
I dunno man... if I were him I'd be fucking KILLING some kids
I remember a commercial where the fuckin rabbit WENT INTO A FUCKIN STORE AND BOUGHT A BOX OF TRIX WITH HIS OWN FUCKIN MONEY.
fuckin kids came outta NOWHERE and basically fuckin mug the poor stupid bitch rabbit
"silly rabbit Trix are for kids"
Fuckin rabbit just sits there and looks depressed.
FUCK NO that wouldn't fly with me
I'd have pimp-slapped EVERY ONE OF those fuckin bitches
and made them go get me the REST of a "complete breakfast" and eat Trix right in front of them bitches and THEN beat the shit out of them some more.
and wtf is with the disguises? All the dumb rabbit does is hide his ears and all of a sudden he's a fuckin kid?
I dunno about you, but if I SAW a 6 foot fuckin RABBIT with his ears tucked under a baseball cap, I wouldn't immediately think
"Hey, there's a cool lookin human kid, let me go over and share some of my cereal with him"
I'd be thinking
"that's a 6 foot fuckin RABBIT with his ears tucked under a baseball cap... what the FUCK was I just smoking?"
another thing... wtf is up with cereal being "A part of this complete breakfast"
last time -I- checked, cereal WAS breakfast
they show a big ass bowl of frosted flakes next to a waffle, a pancake, toast, a banana, a fuckin grapefruit... who the FUCK eats a breakfast that big
I don't even EAT breakfast nomore
I mean, I eat when I get up
but the whole thought "BREAKFAST IS ONLY SERVED UNTIL SUCH AND SUCH TIME"
bitch, you make my fucking sausage and egg sandwich when I pay you the fucking money
don't give me that shit.
Back to stupid cereal mascots...
FUCKING LUCKY CHARMS
Lucky can turn the fucking MOON into a marshmallow, and he can't escape a bunch of fucking 6 year olds?!?!?
C'mon now, Lucky.
I KNOW your bitch ass has got to have a "Blow the fucking kids up" spell SOMEWHERE
or make "kid marshamllows" and EAT those bitches.
"They're after me Lucky Charms!"
KILL THEM, BITCH!
I dunno why I went off on this rant here
it's just always bothered me."
That's for John.
|I have a cute poem for you.
||[08 Apr 2005|09:53pm]
So there was this boy and this girl
and they'd never met, they'd never spoken to each other or even seen each other
but one day the girl wrote a letter to the boy
the boy was lying in bed on morning
when the letter arrived
he heard the postman and he hoped it might be one of his songs he sent off somewhere coming back with good news
but all that turned up was a letter from his friend from school who had gone off to art college in Dundee
but the letter had another letter inside it and another envelope, and that was the letter from the girl
and they began to write each other a lot, the boy and girl
for a long time one of them would get a letter everyday and they would write about everything
about themselves and about the world
and they wrote their own world and they lit the whole thing up
after a while they began to meet up in the world where other people live, quite nervously, and only about once a year
they would walk around just watching things laughing at stuff that happened
they didn't talk too much they already said most of what they had to say in letters and they were shy
and at the end of those rare days they would both go back to their own cities and write about how good the day had been
and say some of the things they hadn't said at the time
and light the whole thing up
and then life began to happen to them, their separate life in their separate cities
and they wrote less often they wrote still just as long
about their lives and how the world was coming into their world
and they keep going, until they realized they had been writing for seven years
and because the had once written themselves a beach in which to dream themselves together they decided that to celebrate they'd have another one of the real rare days and for it they would go to a beach
and in his last letter before they went, the boy wrote, "that would be good. and if you want, you can take my bony hand along the shore"
and so they went and they could talk a little more by then they could talk okay and they spent some money in the arcade at one beach
and at the beach they felt like turning over sand and shells and the girl drew out a puzzle in the wet sand a puzzle she had be trying to solve in a dream the night before
and they walked and stood at the edge of the sea there for a while and when they turned around to walked back to the road
the boy said, "do you want to take my hand?"
and the girl said, "take is where?"
and although afterwards he thought
he should have said "everywhere."
he only just mumbled
"my hand's very cold"
the girl said as he took it
and as they walked up the beach the boy only said, "we only have to do this until we reach the dry sand, then we can stop"
and for a bit they walked in silence
and although in more than a thousand letter they had talked of the stars, and of rivers, and of love, and more than a hundred dreams, and all they could think of to talk about was a tree in a garden on the other side of the road how tall is was and how out of place it looked
and when they came up on the dry side, they didn't let go of each other's hand they just walked up the beach still talking about the tree
and they stepped over the fence and onto the pavement, falling quiet again
and as they walked along the pavement, there came a pole
and walked one on either side and they let go of their hands
||[26 Dec 2004|09:46pm]
You Are a "Don't Tread On Me" Libertarian
You distrust the government, are fiercely independent, and don't belong in either party.
Religion and politics should never mix, in your opinion... and you feel opressed by both.
You don't want the government to cramp your self made style. Or anyone else's for that matter.
You're proud to say that you're pro-choice on absolutely everything!
||[05 Dec 2004|11:07pm]
I have mono. Boo mono.
||[28 Nov 2004|10:34am]
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Thanksgiving pretty much SUCKED! I hate it.
||[24 Nov 2004|11:48pm]
Ok livejournal audience, here is lovely picture for you. Mr. Jack Sparrow.
||[22 Nov 2004|10:21pm]
A Day in Hell
One day a guy dies and finds himself in hell. As he is wallowing in despair he has his first meeting with a demon...
Demon: Why so glum chum?
Guy: What do you think? I'm in hell.
Demon: Hell's not so bad. We actually have a lot of fun down here...you a drinkin' man?
Guy: Sure, I love to drink. Love the drinks.
Demon: Well you're gonna love Mondays then. On Mondays that's all we do is drink. Whiskey, tequila, Guinness, wine coolers, diet tab, and fresca...we drink till we throw up and then we drink some more!
Guy: Gee that sounds great.
Demon: You a smoker?
Guy: You better believe it! Love the smoking.
Demon: Alright! You're gonna love Tuesdays. We get the finest cigars from all over the world and smoke our lungs out. If you get cancer - no biggie - you're already dead remember?
Demon: I bet you like to gamble.
Guy: Why yes as a matter of fact I do. Love the gambling.
Demon: Cause Wednesday you can gamble all you want. Craps, Blackjack, Roulette, Poker, Slots, whatever... If you go Bankrupt...well you're dead anyhow.
Demon: You into drugs?
Guy: Are you kidding? Love drugs! You don't mean...
Demon: That's right! Thursday is drug day. Help yourself to a great big bowl of crack. or smack. Smoke a doobie the size of a submarine. You can do all the drugs you want and if ya overdose - that's right - you're dead - who cares! O.D.!!
Guy: Yowza! I never realized Hell was such a swingin' place!!
Demon: You gay?
Guy: Uh no.
Demon: Ooooh (grimaces) you're really gonna hate Fridays.
Dude, let's all go to hell. That sounds super rad...except Fridays....not so cool.
||[22 Nov 2004|08:18am]
I feel bad today.
||[20 Oct 2004|10:13am]
Goodness, I'm sleepy. Jared was being really nice to me yesterday. So was Andrew. He bought me Water. He came up to me and goes, are you thristy? I was like yeah. Then he disappeared and came back with flavored water. Yummy. They're both really cute. We went to waterloo last night and ate. I sat with Juli and her mother and Dan, Thomas, and Heather. We have a Exchange student from Germany that my sister is hosting. She is doing a cruddy job. She cares too much about stupid Tom. He is still going to be there in 2 weeks. Steffi is not. She is so stupid sometimes.
This saturday is the last marching contest for the year unless we make state, which we won't. I have zero faith in our band. Andrew B doesn't like me. But then again he doesn't like anyone. There's still hope for Andrew D though. And Jared A. And David D. And Nic B. And my mystery guy. He is really cute. I don't know his name or anything. I just see him between classes. He has amazing hair. I was on my old computer yesterday and I found a story about a girl who had written the goldfish jingle. I wrote that like, a year ago or something. It's not finished. Sadness. It's a cute little story though. I remeber writing it. I remember how much I loved my characters. Eek. I am gald I found it, it's so cute it made my whole day better.
Rachel said she put black roses on Stephen's grave for me last night. She started crying which made me cry. Sadness. She said they were going to get Brenden a grave, but with nothing in it. That made me even sadder. I better go. I don't want Ms. Teich to see.
||[13 Oct 2004|03:54pm]
THE ULTIMATE SILENCE
October 12, 1998
Listen to the mustn'ts, child.
Listen to the don'ts.
Listen to the shouldn'ts,
The impossibles, the won'ts.
Listen to the never haves,
Then listen close to me ...
Anything can happen, child.
Anything can be.
~ Shel Silverstein
Six years ago today, Matthew Shepard was murdered for being homosexual.
What will you do to end the silence?
Click here to post this on your own page or weblog
I miss Brenden and Stephen
||[05 Oct 2004|09:53am]
:x: name: Katelin
:x: height: 5'9"
:x: shoe size: 10
:x: hair color:red
:x: siblings: yeah, heather and sam
:x: eyes: Hazel
:x: highschool: RRHS
:x: jr.high: Cedar Valley
:x: intermediate: Harmony
:x: elementary: Brookhallow/Harmony
:x: hometown: Austin
:x: favorite place: My hill
:x: favorite soda: Coke or Pepsi
:x: game system: The internet
:x: favorite food: Cake? or maybe sphgetti
:x: favorite pen: This on pen my om gave me but it doesn't work
:x: favorite car: Explorer
:x: favorite animal: Cow
:x: water brand: Ozarka
:x: favorite burger: The one I had in Feburary at the hotel
:x: favorite hobby: Writing
:x: best friend: Erin
:x: bar or club: Bar
:x: favorite vitamins: Those choclate chewy ones
x: favorite show: I love the 90's
:x: favorite news: Differntly not CNN probably channel 24 KVUE
:x: gold or silver: silver
:x: favorite dog: Corgy
:x: favorite shirt: My a7x one
:x: favorite sport: Running
:x: favorite alcohol: I think...rum or hard lemonade
:x: favorite computer: My desktop
:x: favorite fruit: watermelon
:x: favorite song: Right now? The new one by Green Day
:x: ketchup or salsa: ketchup
:x: favorite milkshake: chocolate
:x: steak or lobster: Steak
:x: favorite color: pink and black
:x: favorite weather: the rain
:x: favorite state: California (mostly San Francisco)
:x: have a crush on someone: Yes
:x: wish you could live somewhere else: Yes
:x: think about suicide: Yes
:x: believe in online dating: Noes
:x: think others find you attractive: Apparently Chris think I am
:x: want more piercings: Lip, eyebrow
:x: like cleaning: its good threapy
:x: like roller coasters: Yes!
:x: write in cursive or print: Print
:x: last talked to: The girl next to me
:x: last thought of: David...sigh.....
:x: last showered: last night
:x: last cut your : uhh i dunno
:x: last did laundry: Sunday night
:x: last hugged a tree: Oh when I went to pitza nitza
tched anime: eh, a month or so ago
:x: last prayed: uh, i dunno
FOR OR AGAINST
:x: long distant relationships: against
:x: killing people: depends
:x: teenage smoking: Against.
:x: driving drunk: dont care
:x: gay/lesbian relationships: For
:x: soap operas: I like all my children
:x: ever cried over a boy/girl: ya
:x: ever been in a fist fight: ya
:x: ever been arrested: no
:x: ever had a friend die: ya
:x: ever dated a cousin: eww, no
:x: ever used a gun: ya
:x: ever frenched kiss: ya
:x: ever finished a puzzle: ya
:x: ever got surgery: ya
:x: ever hated someone: yes
:x: ever made a huge mistake: yes
:x: ever tried any drugs: once
:x: ever jogged a mile: yes
:x: ever played w/ someone’s feelings: ya
:x: ever had feelings for someone young: no
:x: shoes do you wear: Saconoy
:x: are you scared of: Hmm, being buried alive
:x: do you sleep in: my jammys
:x: did you eat for lunch: a sandwhich
:x: is love: a time waster, you'll lose them eventually
:x: four letter word: damn
:x: comedian: Dane Cook
:x: candy: Butterfingers or cookies
:x: cartoon: Bule's clues!
:x: cereal: Crunch berries
:x: chewing gum: the green minty kind
:x: day of week: saturday
:x: least fave day: monday
:x: jello flavor: Rasberry
:x: summer/winter: Winter.
:x: trampolines or swimming pools: swimming
PERSON WHO LAST
:x: slept in your bed: uhh, Brenden
:x: saw you cry: uhh, Rachel or Brenden
:x: made you cry: Well, it wasnt realy anyones fault
:x: you went to the movies with: My dad
x: yelled at you: My mother
:x: sent you an email: probably live journal
HAVE YOU EVER
:x: said "i love you" and meant it?: nah
:x: gone out in public in your pajamas?: ya
:x: kept a secret from everyone?: from everyone? I think so
:x: cried during a movie?: ya
:x: ever at anytime owned new kids on the block?: no
:x: planned your week based on the TV Guide?: no
:x: been on stage?: no
:x: what time is it now?: 10:18
:x: apples or bananas?: bananas
:x: blue or red?: red
:x: walmart or target?: Target
:x: spring or fall?: fall
:x: what are you gonna do after you finish this?:go to class iim late already
:x: what was the last meal you ate?: A donut
:x: are you bored?: ya
:x: last noise you heard?: talkinh
:x: last smell you sniffed?: Deodorant
||[22 Sep 2004|07:00pm]
There's a million other things I could be doing right now, but I think I'll complain about men. For serious, I don't get them. Are they really as simple as I think? I think I'll complain about Charles, Moses, and Jared. So I like Jared. Big fucking deal. I can't help who I like. But Charles found out, and was yelling it at the top of his lungs. Bitch. So then (of course) Moses found out and they ask Jared if he like me even just a little. He said, no I don’t think, why? Charles says, no reason. Jared sighs and puts his head on his hand. No things are kind of awkward. God damn. He really cool, is that my fault? No.
Then, at lunch, I was sitting with Courtney (who also plays Trombone) and David came over, took a bit of his apple.... and then asked where Charles was. No 'hey' or anything. Then him, Charles, and Moses go outside and play Frisbee. Don't even ask us. We play Trombone too. The men of the trombone section are so sexist and I can't stand it. Every time I make them food, they don't even say thanks. The least they could do. Jerks. I hate men. What are they good for? Sex. That’s it. And that's a shitty reason.
||[21 Sep 2004|10:08am]
233 days until Rank Leader tryouts. I will make it.
||[19 Sep 2004|09:21pm]
I remember that night. I remember running. I was running so fast. So fast. The ghost on my shoulder couldn't touch me. I ran pass it. I ran home. My mother. She said she hated me. She said she didn't understand why I did it. Why did you take so many? I ran the best mile time ever. I ran so fast. I float to my room. It racked the depths of my soul. I laid on the floor. A layer of burs beneath me. My tongue was thick. I lay. My pain coarses through my body. What is happening? What have I done. The white specks the floor. My throat burns, and I can't breathe. My friends. Are they there with me? Where are you? I need you. Brenden. I see your face. Will I die like you too? I can feel you. I throw up. I roll on the floor. I cannot breathe. Brenden. You talk to me. Hold on, you say. Not now. I'll always wait for you. I'm in our place. The place in my heart.
Noise. Bright lights. Where am I? Where are my friends? I need them. I need you. I'm so tired. I can't feel. Where am I? Blood. There is blood on my face. I need something. I need new life.
I'm awake. Where am I? Please say what I want to hear. Please say death has come for me on a beautiful horse. Death is not now. I am here. Empty and alone.
The bed next to me is empty. Another one has left me. I am alone. But I must put on my mask. I must breathe. I need you now more than ever. Why don't you come? You don't care.
||[14 Sep 2004|08:16pm]
I have toiled for countless years and ever felt the cost,
and ive been burned by this worlds cold like leaves beneath the frost.
On my knees i've crawled to you, bleeding myself dry.
But the price of life is more than i could ever buy.
If mercy falls upon the broken and the poor,
dear Father i will see you there, on distant shores.