Friday, May 27, 2005
There's something sticky on my desk, and I don't know what it is, but I think my book is permanently affixed to it.
Thursday, May 26, 2005
My boyfriend's ex-girlfriend's new boyfriend just moved in next door.
I can totally see him in the shower from my bedroom window.
I can totally see him in the shower from my bedroom window.
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
Eggs are like the cutest thing in the refrigerator.
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
(Scene: Restraurant with very loud music.)
Heather: Do they have anything chocolate?!
Me: Cookies!
Heather: No, chocolate!
Me: Chocolate-Chip Cookies!
Heather: No, nevermind!
Me: Chocolate-Chip Cookies!
Heather: Hey, I saw that movie with Jane Fonda!
Me: James Bond?! What?!
Heather: Jane Fonda!
Dad: What?!
Heather: Fonda! Jane Fonda!
Dad: Do you want a cookie?!
Heather: Do they have anything chocolate?!
Me: Cookies!
Heather: No, chocolate!
Me: Chocolate-Chip Cookies!
Heather: No, nevermind!
Me: Chocolate-Chip Cookies!
Heather: Hey, I saw that movie with Jane Fonda!
Me: James Bond?! What?!
Heather: Jane Fonda!
Dad: What?!
Heather: Fonda! Jane Fonda!
Dad: Do you want a cookie?!
I told her I thought she stabbed Matt with screwdriver.
We both had a good laugh.
We both had a good laugh.
Sunday, May 22, 2005
Jenn: You just got up? It's lunchtime already.
Mark: What? Where?
Mark: What? Where?
Friday, May 20, 2005
Real vegetarians don't eat fish.
Firebird Band Lead Singer: Next, we're going to play a fast one. You can dance if you want to. (points directly at me) You can leave your friends behind.
Kate: What? What's going on? What does he mean?!
Kate: What? What's going on? What does he mean?!
Thursday, May 19, 2005
I think God communicates to me.
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
My milk expires today.
I tried to eat a lollipop once without biting it.
It's impossible.
It's impossible.
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
Nobody likes a vegetarian.
Friday, May 13, 2005
At least once a week, I get mistaken for somebody else.
True story.
True story.
Thursday, May 12, 2005
Everyone has their one perfect radio station- the one you always listen to. It's that station that outlines your favorite bands and songs. It defines your taste in music. It's you...but you only truly realize it after you've gone out of range and all other stations seem shamefully inferior.
I miss James.
I miss James.
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
Matt: Oh, Book Lovers' Trivial Pursuit!
Me: I don't know anyone who'd be good at that.
Matt: I'd rock at it! No, I'd suck, but having it would make me feel smarter!
Me: I don't know anyone who'd be good at that.
Matt: I'd rock at it! No, I'd suck, but having it would make me feel smarter!
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
Getting directions and navigating places is painful to me.
Dear Jeff,
Some of my associates and I have discussed the matter, and we've decided that you, sir, are full of stupid.
Sincerely,
Britta & Co.
Some of my associates and I have discussed the matter, and we've decided that you, sir, are full of stupid.
Sincerely,
Britta & Co.
Homemade Best Friend tattoos!
"Kate...Trying To Do Something Really Great Since 1984!"
Monday, May 09, 2005
Today, I finally did the dishes.
If I died right now, that's what I'd want on my tombstone.
If I died right now, that's what I'd want on my tombstone.
Saturday, May 07, 2005
I made eggplant parmesana today. It was good. In fact, it was so good I wanted to call everyone and tell them to come over and try it...
but I ate it all.
but I ate it all.
Friday, May 06, 2005
Who remembers Muckman?
A boy once asked me why I had a blog if I didn't write personal things in it.
I told him that it was a way for me to say things that just would never come up in conversation.
(My roommate sings along while watching Jesus Christ Superstar.)
I told him that it was a way for me to say things that just would never come up in conversation.
(My roommate sings along while watching Jesus Christ Superstar.)
Thursday, May 05, 2005
In this interview with one of Hitler's secretaries, Traudi Junge was describing Hitler and what a monster he was and how he went crazy. Then, at the end, she was telling about when he died and about Eva Braun and how they got married two days before they committed suicide and were burned together in Berlin before the Russian army found them.
In spite of all the terrible things he did, that's like the most romantic thing ever.
In spite of all the terrible things he did, that's like the most romantic thing ever.
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
People who post everyday are damn sexy.
Me: I am not emo!
James: Then, what is this?!
Me: Our Lady Peace is totally not emo!
radio: How many times have you been pushed around? Is anybody there? Does anybody care?
Damn it.
James: Then, what is this?!
Me: Our Lady Peace is totally not emo!
radio: How many times have you been pushed around? Is anybody there? Does anybody care?
Damn it.
Today I've concluded that left is my best side.
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
Me: Need implies requirement for survival which implies that we need to survive.
Tommy: Now, we're just arguing semantics. I refuse to argue semantics.
Me: Except with Christians?
Tommy: Yes, except with the Christians.
Tommy: Now, we're just arguing semantics. I refuse to argue semantics.
Me: Except with Christians?
Tommy: Yes, except with the Christians.
My bunny is funny.
Monday, May 02, 2005
I've decided what I want to be when I grow up.
Technical Writing Class
John: How should I format these pages?
Me: I don't know. Just do what you think.
John: Well, what about the document numbers?
Me: I don't know. Just put something.
John: Does this go in the appendix?
Me: Sure, just do it.
John: How about the...
Me: I'm ignoring you.
John: Well, what do you think about these bullets?
Me: Buck, buck. I'm a chicken.
John: Should I take them out?
Me: Why are you asking me? I'm just a chicken.
John: How should I format these pages?
Me: I don't know. Just do what you think.
John: Well, what about the document numbers?
Me: I don't know. Just put something.
John: Does this go in the appendix?
Me: Sure, just do it.
John: How about the...
Me: I'm ignoring you.
John: Well, what do you think about these bullets?
Me: Buck, buck. I'm a chicken.
John: Should I take them out?
Me: Why are you asking me? I'm just a chicken.
