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wTuesday, May 06, 2003


Things you might not know about me:

Sometimes I think I have a cute nose. But most of the time I think I have a fat nose.

I know how to wakeboard.

I tried out for cheerleading when I was in 7th grade. I didn't make it.

I was a majorette in high school. I cracked my left front tooth once with one of my batons.

I can beat you up on a trampoline.

I have read The Chronicles of Narnia at least three times each, some four.

Sometimes I'm not a very good student.

But I want to go to grad school anyway.

Most of the time I'm very afraid...of everything.

I have never been in love.

I have a curious obsession with all things pirates and
Ben Folds and Key West.

My cat is meaner than yours. I also suspect he's retarded.

I have a kiss list.

Also, I can be given to gratuitous making out. Especially when I drink tequila.

I danced for 16 years.

I played the clarinet in high school and college. I also played the saxophone for a few years.

That said, I stopped because, really, I was quite bad at it.

I have had cancer. But now I'm okay.

I never wear pants when I go out on Halloween.

I have kept a diary, obsessively, since I was 12.

If I don't remember you, it's not because we smoked pot together.

Though we might have.

Perhaps my favorite thing in the whole world is sharing a good meal with the right people.

A close second is spooning.

Most likely I have warped my personality to better accommodate yours.

But don't worry, it's still all me.



posted by Kate at 9:57 PM


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LET THE COUNTDOWN BEGIN:

only...onemore...exam...left...

Note: Only twenty-two days left until my 21st birthday. I will be accepting cash, booze, and birkenstocks. Thank you.



posted by Kate at 5:45 PM


wMonday, May 05, 2003


I don't know whereby I possessed the ability to pull an essay out of my asshole, but, truly, it amazes me. In the past twelve hours I have managed to cram a whole semester's worth of neglected Shakespeare into my comparatively small cranium. I'm sorry, old bard,
but I won't read you again unless they make me.


posted by Kate at 10:27 AM


wSunday, May 04, 2003


Note to self:

Seriously, you're going to have to temper the public making out.

posted by Kate at 8:30 PM