Sunday, May 2nd, 2004
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9:25 am - gone FOREVAR
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Tuesday, November 4th, 2003
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5:48 pm
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current mood:  happy
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(sing me a song)
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Thursday, October 30th, 2003
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7:48 pm - thanks marianne
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Wednesday, October 29th, 2003
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3:46 pm - kinda questioning..
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Wednesday, October 22nd, 2003
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4:12 pm - close your eyes
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So I was running out of time last night~ I hurried up and took the picture and saved it to my computer...saved it to a diskette and at 10:20 a heaven-sent buddy and I superduperpowerwalked to kinko's which, by the way, should lose the right to be called kinko's because it's not open 24 hours; it closes at 11!
I printed it all okay but I accidentally left the diskette in the darn computer. And I like that diskette too. Lime green.
Staying up to do a painting is not generally recommended. "Finished" around 3ish...another heaven-sent buddy brought over strong BLACk coffee and just talked for 3 hours straight in the lounge. Going without sleep and drinking coffee has really weird results. Like right now my eyes feel like @_o.
So now for the rest of the day I just want to sit here. And do nothing basically. My room is messier than it has ever been in a loong time.
Friends are great. I love you all.
current mood:  tired
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(sing me a song)
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Thursday, October 16th, 2003
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2:05 am
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I am seriously falling in love with this.
I love being able to poke my head into a random room, say hi, introduce myself and talk about simpsons before going down to bug more friends. I love being able to stay out as late as I want and having to not worry about getting in trouble. I love the people here. I love being me finally.
Now that I think of it, high school pressured me too much into trying to be someone I am not...someone who has the brighter smile, someone who has the more charming laugh, someone who has better grades, just someone who is/has better..anything. It was so awful because I knew I couldn't be just like that. What would I do? Hide behind a mask?
But I come to college and everyone is so honest. They don't lie to you. Nor do they lie to themselves. Here in college, I've learned to open up and be me better than anywhere else. I don't think I ever gave myself enough credit for being who I am. But I can't thank myself for finally opening up. It's all the people I've met, new friends I've made who have opened me up. And I can't thank God enough for giving me a second chance at this; it makes me feel I can really do this.
And I really do wonder if I was really meant to go through such troubles. It's difficult to tackle everything that comes my way, but I like to think that these obstacles are strewn before me for me to learn from them and become better person. It's started way back when...should it never stop?
current mood:  pensive
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(sing me a song)
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Monday, October 13th, 2003
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6:50 pm
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You know, I've been thinking.
And I miss livejournal!
I like my xanga...
but I like my LJ too.
So I'm going to write in here too =)
current mood:  nostalgic
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(4 melodies sing me a song)
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Tuesday, August 5th, 2003
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11:16 am - bye everyone,
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Wednesday, July 23rd, 2003
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2:07 pm - shop, shoppin', shoppin at TARGET
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So yesterday I went to go some preliminary college shopping.
I spent about 70 bucks.
On bed sheets. On pillowcases. On pajamas.
On towels. Lots of them.
I was going to get 3 large towels and two small towels. But my mom knows my habit of using two towels (one for hair and one for body) so she insists that I get six. Not three, but six.
And the COLORS dude. My dad's like "the colors that IIII choose are the colors that you GET" So I just coolly replied that as long as it's not ugly I'll take it. Hehe, that only made him defensive. "Who says I chose ugly colors!?" Hahahaha. So then we go to Target and we're looking at towels. I'm looking at the blues and purples while my dad's looking at yellows and browns. Spew. I hate brown towels. My dad points to a beige/brown/greyish/yellow towel and says, THAT one. So I'm like heeeeeeeck no, it's BROWn and I don't like BROWN like I already specified! And we just stood there trying to convince each other that our respective color choices are better than others. Thank God for my mom because she just came and said to me, "okay, you can get your own choice for the large towels, he gets his choice for the small ones." Agreeable. So I got 6 sky blue/cerulean larges ones and two yellow ones. So I'm walking with the cart down the aisle to the clothing section and well, whaddayaknow, it's blue and yellow! UCLA colors baby. Hehe.
And then we went down to the pajama place...I found just regular grey sweats. The shirt is so cute though--it's a cami with a small rainbow and it says "i <3 sleep" ahahahahaha so cute. And then my mom found a mossimo cami for 1.44--HECK I'm going for that too! ahahahaha I was being greedy :D
I think more college shopping is to come later, you know for the small furniture, decorations and such. I'm gonna make sure I get a cute lamp. not one of those ugly black practical ones.
I think I made the day sound more exciting than it really was.
current mood:  silly
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(sing me a song)
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Friday, July 18th, 2003
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8:29 am - Restless!
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Wednesday, July 16th, 2003
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11:48 pm - so here goes.
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My room is crawling with ANTs.
Like bazillions. Nasty.
My leg is crawling with ants too. I had to slap 3 just now.
Did you know that ants have this funky smell when squashed? Yeah, I remember when I was in elementary I squashed a bunch of ants on my desk and when stupidly I sniffed my thumb, the smell wasn't too pleasant. And I still remember to this day.
I want to get rid of them ants but I can't help but throwing my food-trash in my room trash bin. Kitchen's too far of a walk. And my leg muscles have dystrophied due to lack of leg movement.
current mood:  sleepy
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(2 melodies sing me a song)
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11:47 pm - hi everyone
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i'm back from the dead. Just kidding. I'm gonna cross post on xanga and lj. That way I won't be a REAL traitor to either. I love you both~~~~I can't possibly leaveeeeee any of youuuu
^_^
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(sing me a song)
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Saturday, May 3rd, 2003
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7:45 am - yay, purgatory..!
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Tuesday, April 15th, 2003
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7:46 pm - Hi everyone.
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I'm Kat.
Now will you step back and look at me for who I really am instead of going ahead of yourself and making assumptions and judgments about me?
Am I here to prove myself? Sure. But what need do I have to prove myself, and to whom?
I usually walk around campus by myself not because I don't have friends. I have friends that do care about me, it's just that I don't want to feel dependent on anyone. I hate the feeling of being the piece of lint just clinging on to something. The superfluous design on a beautiful embroidery. Up until now, I had been hanging out with a group that treated me like a piece of lint most of the time. Never felt they wanted me there, never felt like they cared very much even though they have said repeatedly that they do. Never been invited to anything that they do, they just went around in their own circle. Left the lint out. Never felt like I belonged anyway. Didn't need that bullshit so I moved on. I became myself.
I have found comfort in God. Often times I have been overly skeptical, feeling like I only used the Bible and God as an excuse to make myself feel better in times of trouble. When I was sad as hell or pissed off I would turn to the Bible and seek help, comfort. When I became happy, however, I never looked to God. But now, opening my heart to Him with all I am, I feel genuinely strong. When weak, I feel strong; when strong, I feel stronger. The power of God's love is so amazing and I come to realize this more and more every day. Thanks to my fellow Christian club members, my C.E.L group--you rock.
I don't understand why people shun me. I try not to let this get to me but I can't help but let it eat at me slowly. It's painful to have that feeling. I feel like there is nothing wrong with me, and yet people still tend to stay away from me. I hope college will be a source of comfort for me, where I can start all over. Apparently, I have done nothing right up to this point.
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(4 melodies sing me a song)
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Friday, April 11th, 2003
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10:00 pm - man what a day.
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I love ucla.
it feels so nice and so different. I know i'll cry the whole month when i'm first there but heck, i dont care. i need a break from everything.
i love ucla.
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(1 melody sing me a song)
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9:09 pm - man looks cheesy.
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the background's not black. bummer. OH WELL
current mood:  disappointed
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(sing me a song)
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8:59 pm - Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?
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current mood:  amused
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(4 melodies sing me a song)
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Thursday, April 10th, 2003
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10:27 am - dang it.
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I still have too much to do. Gonna go shopping today. Hw! hw! hw!
And those damn art projects.
current mood:  rushed
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(5 melodies sing me a song)
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Monday, April 7th, 2003
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6:28 pm - WELL worth the three months of download and waiting
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A Walk to Remember has got to be the best love story movie I have ever seen.
It's also got to be the only movie that ever made me cry so much too.
I was watching the movie and halfway through the movie when Landon started being so nice, I started getting teary-eyed. A mini whisper in my head asked "Why the hell are you crying when there is no cue for a bawling session?" I really don't know. I think it's because the guy was SO DAMN NICE. The character of Landon is TOO nice and thus too good to be true. I don't believe I have ever seen a guy like Landon, never in my life. I have yet to meet that kind of guy because up to this point, all the guys I have met have been dickwads. But, if there exists such a guy and "if thou find'st one, let me know."
I feel like watching that movie again just for the heck of it. To cry another bucketful.
current mood:  touched
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(1 melody sing me a song)
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Sunday, April 6th, 2003
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11:50 am - Big Boy Blues
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He lost his job--or maybe a chunk of his Propecia-fortified hair. Whatever the trauma, men deal with bad news differently than women, says Richard Driscoll, Ph.D. Guys see setbacks as personal weaknesses, while women simiply wail at fate. If a pigeon pooped on your suit, you'd scream, "Just for that, I'm hvaing chicken tonight!" But he'd silently berate himself: "Only morons walk under a bird!" Most men deal by withdrawing, says Dr. Driscoll.
Poor Brian. Don't know how to help him. =T
current mood:  contemplative
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(sing me a song)
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