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wFriday, October 15, 2004


Ambitious Posted by Hello


posted by Kate at 3:41 PM


wWednesday, October 13, 2004



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wSunday, April 04, 2004


The Only Reason Why I'll Be Watching that Alamo Movie This Summer

My boyfriend got his assignment today. Finally. We'd been waiting, respective breaths held, for months and months for him to recieve his assignment so that we'd know for sure where we're going to be living and how soon we'll move.

It's San Antonio. And he might not be activated until early July, which is good for me because I'll be back from Europe by then and able to move with him to Texas as opposed to moving separately--by myself--which would suck, butit's bad for him because after he graduates he doesn't get any more paychecks until he's activated.

I'm thrilled. He's thrilled. Together we've amassed a solid amount of thrilledness and looking-foward-to-this-ness and can't-hardly-wait-to-graduate-because-school-totally-sucks-ness.

Texas: producer of NASA, big hats, and a really crappy president. I'm excited--in that relatively terrified kind of way.

posted by Kate at 12:51 AM


wThursday, March 04, 2004


I miss my blog.

Maybe one day, when my life isn't so hectic, isn't so preoccupied with words and phrases like go and have done and must do and absolutely must complete, maybe then I'll restructure this place.

Maybe I'll make something really nice.

A little home in the internet, for me, with all the colors I want the way I want them and designed my way.

I hope so.

In the meantime, I've fallen in love. I've fought desperately with my family. I've been a bad friend. I've made the beginnings of life plans. My hair has grown very long.

Meanwhile, I plan for a backpacking trip through Europe. I help my boyfriend make bookcases for all our books to live in. We plan for our lives in San Antonio. I graduate college.

See you. Sometime soon.

posted by Kate at 11:48 PM


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