La lingua de Katia

La lingua de Katia The writings of a child from a thousand different parents

Thursday, January 29, 2004

The Writing Process according to Katie Mc Kate
I have never considered myself a writer. The only reason I am in this major is because I was desperate to get out of Irvine and my USC acceptence letter came from the English deparment rather then the film school. I was suddenly given the title "creative writer" even though I failed miserably in all of my previous English classes and I was illiterate til the ripe age of nine. So how does one become a writer? I discovered that one way to come up with characters is by drawing. I sit and doodle and eventually come up with some silly creation and then write a story about it. Sometimes I write out all of my physical characteristics and then try and think of all the opposite physicalities to create a character. I prefer to write at night/early morning from 1 til 4 while listening to the radio. The more noise the better that is why I think it is so strange that I like to create when no one else is up(except for Steven Hall)
Before I start writing I usually go to the living room, find some poor schmo and then tell the potential story. If the person laughs then I know it is a good story or maybe I am just friends with people that like to laugh. I consider myself more as an entertainer and writing stories provides me with the opportunity to paralyze people with pains of laughter. So prepare for my wrath...muahha ha

WEEEEEZER
Yesterday, I was in a haze, but managed to invent another brilliant meal for Steven Hall and I.
In a pan fry up turkey breakt cutlets. Toast bread. On one side of toast smear mayo on the other, ok get this...humus. Add a handful of mixed greens and the turkey. If you have cucumber toss those babies on as well. ohhh wonderful. After we devoured our sandwhiches we feasted on cookies. Then I passed out. When I woke up I went for a stroll and ran into Greg. He complained of hunger pains and lack of funds to purchase food, so I made him a sandwhich. Now here is the exciting part:
Greg: So what are you gonna do tonight babe?
Kate: I am brain dead.
Greg: So you don't want to go to the studio?
Damn people, don't they understand that I just want to stay in my room and sleep??? So yes we drove out to the studio and now my face hurts from smiling so much. I don't know if I ever mentioned it before but I LOVE to drum. I rocked out with a heavy meatal hair band and received my first battle wound of the year, a pee sized blister on my left index finger...wonderful. Right I know I am not suppose to Blog today, well I do need to post my assignments but I am making up for lost blogs, since I have been locked in my room without internet.

Sunday, January 25, 2004

I hope that last post counted for Saturday, is it sunday already? what happened to the weekende. I don't want to go to ballet on monday, the teacher is gonna make fun of my hair:)

Dedicated to: Billy Idol
If I should stumble catch my fall...how appropriate.
Just finished my work and the bottle of Jack. It is Sake time!!!
It is so strange I was on the phone with Keri, then I took several rollsof film to document the madness that is the living room. I know why it is called living because it is alive.
The events are in order from most recent to earliest of the days. Amanda Kat just knocked over a bike pump,
Mandy Kat:I didn't even touch that!!
now she grabbed a basketball and ran outside. Blogging in the portion of the couch that has refused to sink down.
Took many pictures, Steven Hall had a sandwhich clip clapped into his beard, Tyler went to a movie with another girl, after I had made him dinner. He likes my hair.
If you want to impress someone with a great salad the ingredients are simple...Lettuce, mixed baby greens, fresh pears, grapes(sliced in half, feta cheese, glazed pecans and ginger salad dressing. Supposidly you can win a man through his stomach, I found that this is not the case. Damn Martha Stewart, you dirty liar. Anywho Tyler and I worked all night while Mamey shot me angrey eyes. She has a thing for him...opps and I quote, "He is a golden god!" I love it, I love how Miss Mamey has no shame, she shakes her booty and hollers every chance she gets. One day she will seduce Steven Hall, she just is nver around when he has downed a bottle. i think timing is the most important factor, rather then food. Before USC tonight, I was celebrating my sisters 36th birthday, damn we are getting old. Her son and I screamed like Indian War children until my mother's hangover kicked in. She downed almost two bottles. Love it. I missde my little brother, he was unable to come down because he had too much work in SB.
Andrew wants to type in a poem about the house...here it is...
Pale Face said to the Eyeball Kid: "she just goes 'CLANG, AND BOOM, AND STEAM,'" a halo with wings, and horns and a tail, shoveling coal inside my dreams, there are no laws, a Cheeto coat fills up with cream, she's such a scream.
Beautiful jjust beautiful...
Kate to Andrew:Are you going to bed?
Andrew: yhes but I will be back down.
what the hell does that made.
Steven says that Websters new world college dictionary is the official dictioanary of the associated press..good to know. Anywho I went to bed last night at four and woke up at seven e mezzo to meet Sophie at Temescal for our weekely walk. See every week we meet an either do something physical or mental. We go to museums or parks or the beach if it is cloudy. My mom is a beautician and she does not encourage me to venture out into the sun.Wrinkles my dear, wrinklles. Everything in my house at home is white, My mom finally branced out wuth off white. She is such a rebel yell. BGut I ain't nobodies fool, shit I am my own fool. I converted my embarresing moment into a one act play for BNT. Hopefully it will get chosen. Hmmm manybe I shoukld chancge the names, well no shame here I will leave it ultimalty. Andrew lies, he and miss mandy kat anre not returning back down the stairs. I think they be passed out.
I wish I could rock the cradle of love...
but this ain't gonna happen. I did see a 19 year old but unfortunalty he was seeing his girlfriend oh woe is me and my 21 years.. ha ha hah ah

Friday, January 23, 2004

Steven just pulled out a liter of Jack Daniels. Looks like were getting drunk in the living room, just like Monday all over again...time for another cd...maybe I will get my wish and turn Japanese...Andrew strutted down the stairs snapping...I am so excited, we are gonna go see 8 1/2(otto e mezzo) on the BIG SCREEN...finally the light has come...and revalation is upon us, Steven Hall is a great speller

Steven just pointed out that I have probably allienated myself from my classmates and to that I say rock lobster!!!!

So I have safetly ascended to Los ANGELS from the Gothic underworld. Last night I went to stay with Keri and her beau Jeff. I don't know if I have mentioned them on this yet. Keri is my other true friend, a miniture gothic beaut. My mother aka Martha Stewart loves Keri but detests the fact that everytime I hang out with(which is pretty frequent) my hair changes colors. He he he, Currently it is Cookie Monster Blue, Hag Grey, My little pony blue, Snowbunny White and Joan Jett Black. Do you like the names I made up? I have one qualm with my new do' is the grey, I don't want grey and Keri being the little punk she is put it in on purpose to piss me off. But that is what I like about her, the little fucker continues to push my buttons. A friend that can get you into more trouble and remain unarrested is vital. Like for instances, she kidnapped me the weekend before finals last spring term to go to Vegas. I said, "are you nuts, I can't go to Vegas, I have to study!!!" She retorted, "Whatever Freund, I"M GETTING MARRIED, and you are gonna be my bridesmaid" WHAAT, like I said she is nuts and currently unmarried.

Ok so Mr. Payne just called me away from my blog. We talked extensivly and now I am a hyper active hypo doing kartwheels around the living room, shaking my tail feather, kicking up carpet.

I am having fun with my blog, contrary to my alleged peers, I like this forum, its bloody Brillant, oh man the Clash is making my blood shake. I just want to spasm shooting spray from my mouth. oh man.
Ok usually, I play the part of the half wit, I like to let a lot of opinions slide. I mean if everybody has differing thoughts then the classroom environment becomes heated and exciting. I don't want to control what people think(lies) but there were a few things that really fricken bothered me. I am such a rat.

To:The gutless yellow bellie cowards!
I am so frustrated by students who bitch and whine. I just want to fucking shake them, they don't even realize how lucky they are to be going to this school. They sit and whine, oh I don't wanna blog, I don't wanna journal, it doesn't help my process, this is a waste of time. well by that rational, all life is a waste of time. Half of my friends would kill to be in your shoes instead of selling their bodies, or pawning their lives away on ebay. It just makes me sick. I thought we were in college, a safe home for independent thought and creativity. Ok so fine I sound like a frigging hippie, I challenge you to a duel a knife fight, I will show you the meaning of waste because I will waste you.
Second, I overheard the most ridiculous comment that needs to be addressed. I know that Vicki Forman will be reading this and probably it is a "waste" of her time. I'm not a suck up, kiss ass, teacher's pet but I must comment, I know that she has to read this and "grade" it but the blog is for you, she gave us the freedom to write what we like. Sure I digress often, I am sure she doesn't care about housemates or hair jobs but why on earth would a student say, "I am afraid of her reading my blog, I mean she is a teacher." Newsflash(I can't believe I just wrote newsflash!) who cares if she is a teacher, I doubt that she is gonna rat you out. As an advocator of the Peter Pan syndrome I feel like a hypocrite but come on, GROW UP!
fuckin retards

Kate: Can we listen to some music?
Steven: Sure

Steven is too busy looking at porn to get up and appease me with some tunes.

Kate:Are you gonna turn on the music?
Steven:I just wanted to see how long it would take before you asked me to get up and put something on.

Steven:How bout the best of Bowie
Kate:No

Steven:Then what do you want to listen to?
Kate:I don't know

Steven:(muttering)Too many cd's
Kate:See that is why I want communism, less choices

Steven:Bob Marl-
Kate:NO

Steven:So what do YOU want to listen to-
Kate:I DON'T KNOW I JUST WANT NOISE

So Hall puts on London Calling...its funny he has a million cd's but we always listen to the same five.

Thursday, January 22, 2004

Sophie just called...
...She doesn't have cancer...
...I am still worried about my friend...
...I have to calm down...
...I don't want to cry in class...

I am friggin' starving. Like a moron I opted to create a ridiculous outfit rather then making a sack lunch. For breakfast I devoured chocolate cookies and coffee. Hmmm death by malnutrition, i hope it gets me before I die of lung cancer. Steven Hall is down to a pack a day.

I watched Casablanca last night instead of attending queer poker night in my living room. I got home to find Steven crouching by the mailbox, too jittery to go into his own house.

Kate: What the hell are you doing down there?
Steven: Smoking
Kate: What the hell is going on inside?
Steven: Joanna is hosting gay poker night.
Kate: Well why the hell are you out here instead of taking their money?
(Steven Hall is renowned for his poker skills)
Steven, just lit another cigarette and I dropped the issue.

I am still hungry, usually when I don't have time to eat I just chew on altoids but my mouth is currently aflame. owww the pain, there is nothing worse for a hypoglycemic then not having food. I feel light headed, I have no money, I can't even print out my homework assignment that I am suppose to read to my next class. Inside my wallet, several receits dangle. I finda penny, a dime and two nickels, what the hell can I buy with this? I think I am going to steal some sugar packets before my next class or beg for change in front of the fountain.

My radio drowns out the growl of the coffee drip..."think of me when you are coming down, la la la..."
I feel like I have neglected this thing, sure I have written more then my fair share, but still it has become nearly impossible to blog from home. Mike A, who deliberately put his computer into the living room, assuring that it was a "house" computer has recently put a password on his system after a heated dish debate. My attempts to crack his code have proved futile. Regretfully, Steven Hall's pirated connection is never reliable, so now I am writing blogs out on note cards to be typed in at a later time. This is just pathetic, I mean i don't even have dial up!

Anyway it is far too early (9:00 am) and I am far too sleep deprived(went to bed at a quarter of 4) to be complaing. I love this radio station. At first I was torn, how could some wanna be indie broadcast replace my beloved 24 hour party network? But the new 103.1 is amazing, If I ever run into a few thou, whether from whacking someone or winning the lottery, I wanna donate it to the DJ's who actually play GOOD music. See unlike most kids attending this school I drive a jalopy. The windows won't roll up, my windshield whippers wont wipe, I'm missing my front licence plate, the tail light is out,the seat warmers are busted, the paint is chipping, the air conditioner refuses to turn off unless the heater is on, the CD player extender won't function because my tape player keeps eating tapes but at least it passed smog check. It just dawned on me that some of my closest friends either don't drive or their shits just as bad as mine...interesting. Ok back to radio, I love sounds and music, sure I don't know who the artisit is half the time, but when your trapped in a car, there is nothing more wonderful then a good DJ. 103.1 is amazing, they play songs not just singles. I mean seriously here folks, what other fm goes from the B-52's to Queens of the Stone Age to the Smiths to Bright eyes, then Tears for Fears to The Faint...I am so in love, I wish I could just sit in my loft all day listening to the Radio.
I just noticed that my coffee is slowly leaking onto my desk, apparently I made the mistake of selecting the mug with a crack in its face. Damnit, thank g-d Mamey(joanna) bough papertowels. But ya know what is funny, I've cursed this cup probably 50 times but I always clean it up good and proper and stick it back on the shelf, why don't I just throw it away? Because it is an accident waiting to happen:)
I think I will go to school dressed as a stripping Ballerina today.

Tuesday, January 20, 2004

A car alarm is sounding in the distance while Annie listens to Peter Gabriel, In your eyes.
So currently I am at Dance's house, apparently she didn't sleep much late night therefore I will forgive her for not fetching my Jasmine tea that she promised an hour ago. I am wearing a soggy robe and my brother's pj pants. We through a...Dance just read the screen and raced to the kitchen, anyway like I was saying, I think someone barfed in our shower so I have resorted to showering at my neighbor's apartment. WE do have two other showers yet don't be fooled, Vasto accidently pulled the corroded shower head off of one and the other drain refuses to let any water pass, before you know it you are calf deep in brown water...pretty gross huh? Dance has returnd with pipin' hot tea and her head hurts, she fainted last weekend and bonked her brains out..three times she chimes in.
Yeah so my hair finally fits into a mini pony tail. My writer buddy, Tyler calls it the "George Washington" Great just great every young girl wants to look like one of the founding fathers, I've reached a new level of sex appeal.

Sunday, January 18, 2004

Looking back friday was a really busy day. My light, Sophie who i have loved since I was one and a half dragged my ass to the museum, whole foods and to her doctor who sticks little needles all over her body. I loved the museum, spent too much money at the market and hid in the waiting room with my book at the doctors.
I have this really weird feeling that God is going to spite me, that I will outlive all of my loved ones. Sophie is sick, i can't handle this. As a pair she is the good one,why is she always in pain? I would gladly trade places with her. I mean there are a few people really in this world that if a bullet was flying right for their face I would dive in front of it without thinking, my little brother and Sophie.

At my parent's house- my brother is picking away at his electric guitar
What day is it today?
Sunday you say.
I couldn's sleep last night,
stayed up till the sun came out

Now I must ask this, why the hell is Jason Priestley, the object of desire on the cover of this weeks tv times? Dude you are done! Unless you disapear for another thirty years and start your career again as a horndog old man I donna wanna see your face. Jason Priestly didn't you make enough money to retire for life. Take the lead from the other Beverly brats and accept your sindication checks and move to Iowa or where ever...

Friday, January 16, 2004

I knew that I should have gone out. I stole Steven's laptop and am hiding away in the nook that is my loft. Let me tell you about what escalated into a full fledged war this evening. So like I said the boys were trying to get me to laugh and I just happened to be drinking water at the time when, I know this sounds sexy but try and contain yourselves, water spewed forth from my mouth and out my nostrils all over the front of my sweatshirt. So naturally, they started laughing at me, when I asked, "now why isn't anyone in love with me?" Steven continued to laugh so I decided to take action and pour some of the contents of my water bottle into his lap. sucker. Now the thing with Steven Hall and I, this immature behavior is only natural between the two of us. I mean granted I knew that Hall would envoke his wrath on me later but Mike A just had to jump in...
Mike:" Are you really gonna take that shit?(beat, while shaking his head in disaproval) What a pussy."
Now what you have to understand about Steven Hall is that he is a quite boy, a simple lad who is not one for jumping to his feet, racing to the kichen to grab a pitcher full of water and dump it over my head. The dude has patience, I mean he will wait until I am off guard, in my pj's with my book and then BOO YA. Mike on the other hand raced to protect Steven's honor to the kitchen and before I knew it I was soaked. I awoke Andrew and Mandy Kat, who were in a peaceful slumber upstairs. I was distracted by their inquires and forgot to turn off the tap in the batheroom and so now, our house is floooded. Like a little bitch Mike ran upstairs and locked himself in his room. Andrew being the gentle pacifist refused to give me his keys to their room so I could implore my vengence on Mike in bed.
Finally, shivering in the living room got old, I took the serbs advice and changed into dry clothes but I am still freezing with wet hair, no windows and no one to keep me warm tonight.
The thing is I am alone because my schoolyard crush prefers asian girls and myself being well an amazon with platnium hair realizes that there is no future relationship.
My housemates would agree that I go for the "wrong" ones but what the hell does that mean? Sure I can't keep anyone around for more then 3 maybe 4 weeks but what am I gonna do get married now? A month that is a pretty long time right? I mean during the relationship I understand that this person is probably a waste of my time and vis versa but once you are dumped then it's like, what the hell i really thought this was going somewhere. The problem has become increasinly more common in the past year, so if I bitch, which I probably will since it is becoming evident that I am addicted to this damn thing, this blog, this internet placebo whathave you.
I can hear the drunks roll home in shopping carts outside of my window. Some dude is screaming at some girl in an ape like manner, while she giggles, "oh my god you are so drunk."--I gotta get outta here. I really want to move to Italy and visit the towns in which Fellini shot his masterpieces. I wanna watch La Dolce Vita right now, Macello Mastroiaani's sweat voice caressing me into slumber, but I left the tape at home. Speaking of sleep, an activity I rarely prescibe to, I read something today by someone who I prematurely judged as a halfwit, I know I am an asshole but at least I admit it, I was shocked, a piece of work that was actually really good. My typical tendency to doodle during class, which by the way helps me listen, was abrutly halted. However now I am worried that the writing was so good that I will be disappointed by their future pieces but at least i will look forward to the class. ok now I am really going to do my homework, that is after I return Steven Hall's computer and perhaps converse with Andrew for a bit. I can hear his laughter and am curious if he is talking to anyone or reading his book.

Still talking about little boys and monkey bars, apparently little boys are more...Mike said my lipstick makes me look like a hooker. I wish I was able to upload photos onto this thing.
Steven just called me a liar, I feel like I am loosing my voice already on this thing. Mike has strated playing darts, right over Stevcen's and my head, he sucks, they all missed. Mike is voicing his desire for Steven. He just treatened me with a dart and then threw my journal on the floor, kicked a cup of sake over and told me that I had to keep it real and gritty on this thing. He just kicked a can of cola at Steven, and attacked the key board...I think I better sign off of this thing, Mike is spraying pam out the window over a lighter, now it smells, now he wants to melt Dance's doornob. They are eager to deface property and be on my journal...pathetic. See what happens when there is no good tv to keep one sedated. He is wasting pam arguing that we could graffetti with pam

Steven has already forgot the premis of the episode. I think I missed something they are laughing at me, Mike just told Steven to trow something at me. I love my boys

Thursday, January 15, 2004

Steven: "Wait are those fake?"
Kate: "Yeah, I'm a class act huh?"
-Regarding the ornamental flowers in Kate's hair.
Walked into the living room, Steven got into my nail polish again...ha ha his nails are wet and he has to pee.
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Back in the hole of the couch. Steven is to my right and Mike A, not V is in the red velvet chair. He just hit Steven for coughing. Earlier I hit Steven with a dirty look for complaining about the color of his nails since it is my polish.
I can hear The Queers, "I didn't puke" from under my door.
Mike started sining you are so beautiful to Steven.
Mandy Kat promised me a strawberry shake tonight but Andrew reminded her that I am lactose intolerate, damn him. My new nick name has become Lactoid the Bloggy..great.
Steven is pulling on one of the many zippers on my bondage pants, i told him that I would stab him, he said well then i might as well keep pulling. I started typing and he quit it. He has sunk into the other hole in the couch.
Mike just hit Steven again and said you have to live a little, Steven responded with ok, I got nothing. They are talking about a yellow guitar that Steven started biding on via ebay.
Mike is attempting to convince Steven to go and see Big Fish, but my mexican ain't got no car and has spent his last paycheck on Ramon and cigs.
The two are now singing along to married with children.
Mike has sunk lower into the red velvet chair. His rocking back and forth is disturbing my sake stomach.ewww I feel sick. This place is a disgrace. Nicola the Serb who lives upstairs is listening to Jack Johnson again. This married with children sucks.
Mike: "Wahat are they establishing some fucking motif or something? What the fuck?"
I think he just threw something.
I want oreos, Steven just lit another cig while mike has started coughing.
Mike: "You fucking pedophile"
Steven: "fuck you-"
Mike: "your fucking disgusting"
They realized that I was copying their conversation and now they are trying to gross me out...damn boys I'm not even going to write about them raping little boys with tight asses, and watermelon.
The ash tray almost spilt over into the couch.

Forgot to attach the original 7 pm message...
Listening to Bikini Kill- Suck my Left One
Man hearing there drums, I wanna go to Bobby's studio and beat away on his Pearly pearl kit, but it is not gonna happen. I'm gonna go out on a limb here and guess that I would have been more productive if I would have left the house, but at the risk of sounding like a lame wad (which I am) there are some homework assignments that I would like to get out of the way before the weekend...now typing this at ten 38 I realize that my conjecture was right! Terrible just terrible, but I did go out and play last night.
See the thing is that I had to rescue my little buddy Dance from Fox's The Simple life. It has been one of my personal goals to pry her asian eyes away from the tv, but usually we both get sucked into the hyperreality of trash television. Finally I draged her booty out to a movie. We saw something that was truely bad ass. i mean this shit was hardcore, ladies peeling off their clothes in the name of...charity???
Ok fine, we went and saw Calender Girls. Old saggy tities, accents and flowers, what more could I ask from a movie going experience. Dance and I were the only ones in the theater, surprise surprise. I cackled and snorted away without shame. It was great, Dance got so excited that she mooned the projection booth. Yeah my friend is a wild monkey hunting for a sexual release. See her boyfriend is across the seas, so it is my job to keep her hapy as opposed to sane. I started by giving her a pair of roller skates. We are in a fucking roller skaking gang, bow down motherfuckers before we steam roll over your ass. It's Dance, Mandy Kat, Me and Jane the Russian, the official gang of 2814 E.D.
-eating candied ginger for dinner again, awaiting my malnutrioned demise.

Fprgot to attach the original 7 pm message...
Listening to Bikini Kill- Suck my Left One
Man hearing there drums, I wanna go to Bobby's studio and beat away on his Pearly pearl kit, but it is not gonna happen. I'm gonna go out on a limb here and guess that I would have been more productive if I would have left the house, but at the risk of sounding like a lame wad (which I am) there are some homework assignments that I would like to get out of the way before the weekend...now typing this at ten 38 I realize that my conjecture was right! Terrible just terrible, but I did go out and play last night.
See the thing is that I had to rescue my little buddy Dance from Fox's The Simple life. It has been one of my personal goals to pry her asian eyes away from the tv, but usually we both get sucked into the hyperreality of trash television. Finally I draged her booty out to a movie. We saw something that was truely bad ass. i mean this shit was hardcore, ladies peeling off their clothes in the name of...charity???
Ok fine, we went and saw Calender Girls. Old saggy tities, accents and flowers, what more could I ask from a movie going experience. Dance and I were the only ones in the theater, surprise surprise. I cackled and snorted away without shame. It was great, Dance got so excited that she mooned the projection booth. Yeah my friend is a wild monkey hunting for a sexual release. See her boyfriend is across the seas, so it is my job to keep her hapy as opposed to sane. I started by giving her a pair of roller skates. We are in a fucking roller skaking gang, bow down motherfuckers before we steam roll over your ass. It's Dance, Mandy Kat, Me and Jane the Russian, the official gang of 2814 E.D.
-eating candied ginger for dinner again, awaiting my malnutrioned demise.

Currently in the hole of our couch. Yeah the springs are busted. So the computer keeps turning off, this was originally written at 7pmish. While waiting for our internet connection to return we; Steven Hall, Andrew and Mikey V watched Woody Allen's Love and Death...wonderful. Drunken idiots are yelling down the street while we keep slightly warmer drinking sake and wine. We are missing several windows, that got knocked out by serbians and have yet to be replaced. Freezing, so I put on some zipper slacks...cozy.

Listening to Steven Hall's babble about the history of Wheat
To lazy to make waffles, found a box of cereal on the living room floor. Trader Joe's Frosted Shredded Bite Size Wheats to be exact. hmmm they would taste a lot better with milk but then again the original problem arises, too lazy to walk to the kitchen. Choking on wheeties, I am getting old for this shit.

The house is silent--
Steven Hall just pointed out that it is technically tomorrow, therefore I can get my next blog out of the way. I mean I don't see the blog process as a chore but it is a part of my course curriculum and any homework or assignment for that matter is a chore.
I live with Steven Hall, the tall mexican with a blue mo hawk, well actually it has taken on a slightly greenish hue, is sitting adjacent to myself. He is complaining about his 405 Hemingway assignment for Gummerman. Well actually he is trying to read and I keep interupting him with spelling concerns. So far I have inquired about 7 different words. Yeah I can't spell but I am Claire's angel. I met Claire today, she has pink hair and wears chokers. I was walking back from my dinner date, in a rather di
"Fuck yourself, fuck your mother, fuck your sister"-Steven Hall has spliced a Hemingway quote into my thought process.
Ok yeah where was I, I was walking back from dinner, listening to The Moldy Peaches(not to be confused with Peaches) when out of the corner of my eye I spotted a ghost with translucent pink hair by the name of Claire. I abandoned by childlike tunes and struck up a conversation. It is strange when you can tell when someone is dying to talk as opposed to when someone will bite your head off when interupted with mindless chatter. And I will be honest this was the most mindless of chatter. We talked about hair, I found out she was from Washington and originally a red head. I didn't bother inquiring about her major. I mean there are only so many times you can have the same conversation with different people. Our introduction ended as we reached her apartment when she hit me with it, "thank you for talking to me, you have been my angel for the night." I mean what does one say to that? I replied thank you asked her for her name, and invited her to a party this friday.
Ok let me clue you into my little game, The one rule is that whoever you talk to, it doesn't matter if it is your best friend, a neighbor or the parking attendent you have to get one laugh out of them. In this skeptical society it is becoming increasingly difficult to arose laughter and I hate that. But then again I dislike a lot of things I enjoy like not being able to sleep, blinddate or doughnuts. Steven on the other side of the couch said, " I'm not bothered by things that I enjoy." referring to cigs but then again here is a man who spent a fortune on education and his future plan after graduation is to move to Vegas and deal black jack. I think I will visit him. I like old ladies with raspy voices who wear sparkle sequin baseball caps and vegas has a plethora of said women.
time for waffles...

Wednesday, January 14, 2004

Listening to My Housemates music--The Clash-London Calling
Well hello out there! I am nervous that I will be kicked off the internet momentarily either by the owner of this computer or by our ridiculously slow internet connection at our home. Joanna just came home, apparently she is "ok" I can overhear her screaming to mike about her boring class that thankfully got out early. The thing you are gonna have to understand about my blog, my life is that I live with a lot of people, 10 to be exact. Unfortunatly half of my house is affiliated with the opposite sex, they are dating so on a good night, depending on how you look at it there may be 15 people in the living room. Hey that is almost a party. Thankfully i am relationship retarded so I never have to worry about finding a chair for my loved one. No don't get me wrong, I am not one of those bitter dried up degenerate who loathes friends in relationships. To b e honest, it makes it a hell of a lot easier on me. For starters, I am terrible with the phone, I hate having to call anyone. More often then not friends become increasingly hostile towards my lack of attention. Well I discovered that if you make friends with people who are attached to others they don't expect you to call them all the time. i seriously recomend hooking up all of your friends, your phone bill will be cut drastically in half. Ok for instance my friend Caroline started dating my friend Camillo, and it is really great because I don't have to choose one or the other to hang out with. Its like killing two birds with one stone...wonderful. And better yet if they are fighting you get to hear the gossip from both sides, hours of entertainment since they are usually both wrong!