French Erotic Film (Oh!)

Annie Oakley!

2004-10-09T19:12:00.000-07:00

My uncle ned, was sick in bed, and never saw a doctor. Then he died, at ninety-three, doin' a what comes natur'lly! I love that movie. There's no business like show business... Anything you can do I can do better, I can do anything better than you. No you can't, yes I can, no you can't, yes I can! Yay. Well fine guys for not posting on my blog. Gurg. Well then that's it for now, ta ta! Kisses and smacks, Lurv from, Cate the Great.

meh.

2004-10-07T21:32:00.000-07:00

Sorry I haven't posted recently, life just sucks too much. Ah well. Tyler Emerson..... Did I mention that? Ooo that boy is fi-ine. Back To The Future partay tomorrow! I'm soooooooooooo excited. I'm getting really worried about Kai, so Kai if you read this, Vladimir looks best with a party hat on! If that made any sense whatsoever. It would to Molly. Whatever though. I've been around Lars too much, I say dude all the time now. I read an extremely creepy book called Coraline. Her mom has buttons for eyes and really long fingernails.... Very creeepy. I'm going to have nightmares. I wish I was going to Sitka this weekend, but avas I'm not in volleyball or ddf. Harumph. Oo, my toe fell asleep. I hate that. Boyfriends are such a complication, I'm so glad I don't have one... Well not really but let me have my moment ok?! God. I wish I was the president of the Breakfast Club. Cross Country is over and certain people hate me, but whatever. I want to wear a deep yellow dress to prom, with a sunflower corsage. That would be awesome. Sorry, I just read Stargirl. That is a very good book. Oh my song ended must start it again. There we go all better. My school pictures came, they're okay, except that I had the Hair from Hell. Other than that it would have been the best school picture ever. Oh well. Everything happens for a reason. Yea. Don't pull a Marty McFly.... OH my sister is so weird. Then again, so am I. Urgh! I don't see how Emily Thorpe can have a boyfriend, and yet I have never had one except for 7 hours which DOESN"T COUNT. Mmm, lip gloss.... Well I guess I'm making up for no posts with writing a really long one. Oh the song ended again better restart it. Watermelon bubble gum is really good. No, not good. What's another word. Delectable. Scrumptious. Marvy. Fabby! Gorgey... Rain boots. I want some Wellies. Or wellingtons, if you want to get technical. I'm cold. Sigh. Do you ever get that feeling where you just feel bad, and there's no reason for it? Ya well I do. Gherkin. I was born in the wrong decade... I'm a 20's girl. Flappers all the way. The Charleston. New York City. Oh yeah. Prohibition. Bootleggers. Right on. Well this post is getting interminable, so I'll stop now. Love you all. Buh bye now. Don't let the rats get you... Oh no Tux will protect you. Or that adorable hyperactive puppy of yours...

weeeoooaaaarrrraaauuuuunnnnn

2004-10-03T19:17:00.001-07:00

I went to see the Tibetan monks perform the closing ceremonies for the mandala, or sand painting. It was so cool, they chanted and did that really deep voiced singing stuff and played instruments and it was AWESOME!!!!!! I got some of the sand from it, now I'll be blessed or something. It was cool though. I did homework all morning, blah. At least my parents aren't mad any more. I ate french fries. Yum. Lasagna. Ooer, I'm in a food mood today. Well the rents say I must get off, so buhbye for now. remember, Hell hath no fury like Carly Craig scorned.

weeeoooaaaarrrraaauuuuunnnnn

2004-10-03T19:17:00.000-07:00

Sob sob...

2004-10-02T20:01:00.000-07:00

Oh, I just feel like crying. My parents found out I was failing Smith, even though I'm not anymore, and got mad at me. My dad was saying how these aren't getting into college grades, and they were asking why and stuff. Boo hoo. I hate the feeling you get in your tummy when someone's mad at you. Or dissapointed in you. Plus they are "dissapointed" that I have a B in Lit. Sigh. I really need to talk to Finn, in person. Ah well. My teddy bear will have to do. Well I'm orf to have a pity party. Bye now.

For Katie

2004-10-01T19:30:00.000-07:00

Katie says I don't post enough. Whatever. Katie, TYLER EMERSON?! Is he really hot? Hmmm. Well iI jsut discovered I have a temperature of 101.5. That marks me as being officialy SICK. Maybe I'm contagious. I feel stupid, and contagious, here we are now, entertain us... I lurv Nirvana very much. Wow, it's amazing how many times I can listen to In Love With The 80's and not get bored. Then again, it's also amazing how I can spend 2 hours watching a goldfish swim... And I'm only gonna (join in Becca!) pierce my left ear, and I've been working on this (Katie, you too!) mustache all summer long, and my favorite band will always be (dang, those are the only people that read this!) Tears for Fears, and I'm gonna wear a pink tux to the prom. Love that song sooooooooooooo much. Anywhore, dinner calls, I'll be back, never fear!

Gurg

2004-09-30T17:43:00.000-07:00

Well, those posts posted twice... Whatever though. Michael J Foxx! Back to the Future! Love that movie. Harumph. Stupid math extra credit. Gherkin. Pumpkin. Haloween! I'm so excited. Oh, I'm getting out of shape again. Poobits. Pro-hom...... Tostitoes! Yummy. Yay-uh. Anywhore, love ya, g2g, buhbye dahlinks!

Practice makes Perfect, or Tacky

2004-09-28T19:09:00.001-07:00

Well today Imma copy Katie. Here's the pros and cons of life right now:
Cons
I'm failing Smith
I have a ton of make-up to do for missing 2 days
I'm hungry
I have no boyfriend
Jordan Harvey, what more to say?
It's raining, again
I missed the start of Romeo and Juliet in Lit
I watched PBS all morning
I need a shower
I might be failing Geometry
I've missed4 out of 6 Cross Country practices

Pros
I drank apple juice
My kitty loves me
I didn't go to Cross Country
I had 13 hours of sleep
It's almost Haloween, which means that
It's almost Midsummer, which means that
It's almost Christmas!
I can make up stuff from school
I'm not failing Creative Writing, I hope
I don't have to do the dishes tonight

Well, enough of that. Eat apple pie and dream of candy.

Katie Copier

2004-09-28T19:09:00.000-07:00

Let's see if this works

2004-09-27T13:43:00.000-07:00

To fall in love with the 80's... Love that song. This is interesting. Rubber Ducky. I stayed home from school today because I'm sick. Well that's all I have the evergy to write for now. Love ya all though.

Sawry!

2004-09-26T21:28:00.000-07:00

I forgot something. Katie's b-day, February 24. Yay for that. Oh, also, cheesepuffs. Finn and I just had a really long philosophical conversation. About life, boyfriends/girlfriends, and Broadway. Also he's pissed at Kai, but that's another story. And now for something completely different. Plus, creepy pervs. 2 now. This blog isn't that scary is it?!

Be there or be triangle

2004-09-26T19:00:00.000-07:00

Some dates to look forward to (like a calender, silly!): Late October, rehearsals for Midsummer start. Thanksgiving. Public Market. December 10, Midsummer opens. Christmas. Mom's b-day. New Year's. January 1, camp registration starts. January 9, dad's b-day. February 14, Valentine's Day. March 4, Becca's b-day. Begginning of June, school's out. Middle of June, SITKA FINE ARTS CAMP!!!!!!!!!! June 23, my b-day. June 24, my Fuck Day. That's it. I've been so lucky, I've been the girl with golden hair.... Have fun. With that. Oh, I wish I had a boyfriend. Know any hot eligible bachelors? Ta ta.

Lack of Originality.

2004-09-26T16:58:00.000-07:00

Disco will never be dead. I love ice skating, but avas. So, we won, as usual, at the cross country meet. Becca and I rode on the same bike to Food Land to get Skor bars. Yummy. Relient K has such feel good music. Well, I must go, I've got a poop load of homework to do. And I'm gonna wear a pink tux to the prom... Buhbye!

XYZ-just to be different

2004-09-25T13:40:00.000-07:00

I'm so glad I have such awesome friends. I watched 13 going on 30 again last night, I LOVE that movie! As Kai would say, I love it to bits and tiny shiny pieces. I also watched HIgh Society last night. It's okay, but Grace Kelly or whatver the poo her name is CAN'T ACT. Oh well. In other news, Katie posted right. I'm going to be in Midsummer Night's Dream this winter. So is Leigh, Kai, and Adrienne. Grammar. Poo. Anywhore, I might get to fly! Like on wires! In the air! Over the stage! Yippee! That would be really really fun. There's a street fair thingy today, who in their right mind would think to have a STREET fair, as in, and outside un-covered fair, in a town that rains this much?! And by the Equinox?! And almost in stupid WINTER?! Ah well. There's a punk rock concert tonight, can't decide if I'm going to go. It's part of the street fair, but under a roof thank god. Well, halfway under one at least. Razzles are yummy. Becca and I ate some. By the way, happy Yom Kippur everybody! I'm not Jewish, so I don't know what it means, but still! Happy fasting! Newscaster voice-----------------------------okay all better. Beep beep beep! It's the oven alarm! Whoa. I totally just predicted that. I'm Psychic, or Psychotic, or something of the sort. Have fun being a sheep...baa. Baa. My mother is singing "Wild Thang". I actually like that song, surprisingly enough. This morning I was singing Under the Sea. Hmm, Wimbledon is here... I'll have to go see that.... Buhbye now dahlinks, mom says Catie Make All Done. Bye!

Well Harumph

2004-09-24T15:50:00.000-07:00

First moment of teen angst: everyone on the cross country team who isn't in Sitka was invited to a party except for me. They were all talking about it. But oh well. If they don't want to hang out with me then I don't want to hang out with them. I'll have fun sitting... in my room... listening to weezer... and eating rice crackers.... I guess. But don't worry, be happy. Oh gosh I miss everyone from camp. Like Caitlin, and Steffi, and Johnny. And, of course, Myles, except that he's a poo. Don't you hate it when everything in the world is going wrong? You didn't do your math homewrok, you're failing science, there's nothing to eat, and people are stupid. Grr. It maketh me quite anjry. I want a nectarine. Power Bars are yummifuls. Tea pot! Except it doesn't work... I hope everyone wins in Sitka. I hope Isabel beats Carly. I don't like Jordan at all at all. She is mean. She probably just hates herself, so that's why she's mean to me. Innane psychobabble. I hate people like that. No, I don't hate them, they just really bug me. I need to go cheer myself up by watching, erm, PBS or something. Wish I lived in England, I could watch BBC if I did.....

La pluie

2004-09-23T17:43:00.000-07:00

Someone besides Becca and Larz (sometimes) ever reads this? How odd! Well, "Terry", please tell me whether you are a sick pervert, a normal person, an awesome randemosity, or a banana peel. Or something of the sort. My kitty loves me. He is looking up at me with squinty eyes that seem to say, "cate, my dear, it's raining outside, won't you give me tuna fish?" By the way, Becca's awesomenosity of a blog, http://helpmefindthewords.blogspot.com. How do you put links on this thing? Oh wait, nevermind. Well, how do you put pictures on then? Shamrock is about to fall off my lap. Telephone. Oh, and, polka dots. I'm orf to do homework.

Ho hum pig's bum

2004-09-22T21:14:00.000-07:00

Well no one reads this, so i can sufficiently say. (censored) All better. I've been in really crappy moods lately. Like today. Tonight, actually. My mom all of a sudden came in the bathroom while I was shaving my legs and i got a REALLy bad nick. So now I must remain hairy until I can be sure of some PRIvacy in this household. I've decided something. Peoples who don't email you back, (not naming names), are just not worth it. Not worth anything, actually, other than a worm's behind. Oh, but that's mean. Je suis, la pauvre, tres tres.... erm....something. Help me out here people. Ricky Ullman is an extremely phontogenic boy. Oooer, so is Johnny Depp. But no. Think of legality. Well, this has not been confuddling emough, so I will make it more so. Kermooisheronioinkandahalfkinswithbutterscotchhotfudgeandacherryontopandapig. Finally, marmalade! My life is complete! Have fun. Dream of sheep.Or liverwurst....

Grrr, Argh, Scary Sounds

2004-09-19T13:25:00.000-07:00

I just completely screwed up my parents email thingy. AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! They're going to KILL me!!!!! I have homwork to do but I don't want to do it. Pooper. Hello young lover, you ain't gonna get to my heart.... Gotta love Leslie Gore. It's been really sunny here lately, how odd... I don't want to go to school. I wish we had TV. Cable, I mean. Well, I'm orf.

Bonjour!

2004-09-15T21:42:00.000-07:00

I wish I was a Disney Princess. That would be awesome. Homework sucks arse. Don't you love Britain? Cuz I sure do! i wish MOMA had been open when I went. Oh well. Avas. Rene Magritte is the best thing since crunchy peanut butter. I want to eat some marmalade on toast. I want to eat an ice cold popsicle... Don't you love iambic pentameter? Yay for Shakespeare. I have to go and clean out my handbag, or something. Farewell. Ta toi a rupee. I don't think that's how you spell it. It means shut up and go to sleep in French. God I love that language.

Sigh

2004-09-12T21:25:00.000-07:00

Just got back from the cross country meet in Haines! So much fun. We crashed a dance. I danced with Tom, oh he's a good dancer and cute too! I actually got up the nerve to ask Andrew to dance, but someone asked him at the same time, so I was nice and let her dance. I don't like her very much. Had lots of fun though. I love dancing wildly and crazily. Or, as Becca would say, like a whore. Whatever though. Had cereal with no milk for brekky. My time in the meet, actually the course was longer than the 5 kilometers it's supposed to be, anyways, my time was 25:26.04. Very proud of myself. Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen is SUCH an awesome movie! And we found Razzles! First it's candy, then it's gum! Yay! Watched a tennis match, dang those things take a long time. Ate macaroni and cheese. I wonder why......? Fill in the blank. Well ta ta! Sunshine, lollipops and rainbows.....

A Wish For Wings That Work

2004-09-08T22:15:00.000-07:00

Well, here I am again. Not that you care. Not that you exist. It's all good though. The onion you're eating is someone else's water lily. I think lily should be spelled lili. Watercress, fish, hair tie. Une craie. Je voudrais un boyfriend.... Ta ta. I must leave. And go to bed. Or something.

AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHH!!!!!!!!!!!

2004-08-25T19:15:00.000-07:00

Yaya. High school. I saw so many people I know... Smith is frightening, but I think it'll be cool. He lit his desk on fire! Pretty fun. I miss all the Sitka people so much. Waaah! Can't wait till next year. Tangerines. Amoeba=moldy potato chip. The many uses of a triangle. What happened to all my socks? Flamingo! The silent y... Yay for upperclassmen who know me. Well, I've got to go, clean out my purse, or something!

Humph

2004-08-21T23:01:00.000-07:00

It's a hard knock life. No, really. An itsy bitsy, teeny weeny, yellow polka dot bikini... Every inch is packed with dynamite... According to this stupid email chain thing I am fun, feminine, romantic, and wild. Yay. I love the Olympics. Go USA!!! And other places... I am so in love with Michael Phelps. I already said that, didn't I? Oh who cares. Mmm he is gorgey and fabbity-fab-fab and marvey. Ooo-er. Yummy scrumboes. Double cool with knobs. Georgia Nicholsen is the best. Go UK. Well, see you, um, whenever my lttle tea cosys! Or egg cosys. Or head cosys... Depending on whether you are me, Georgia, or Libby. Dream of mascara. Buhbye now.

Slather

2004-08-20T16:27:00.000-07:00

It was slathered in mayonaisse. Okay guys, this is pathetic. One comment. One person reads this. Ever. What's the point? Grrr. Oh, the perils of romance.... The key issue is not to step in the yellow paint. Vladimir. Teehee. Garden, spandex, nectar, sprinkler, perogi, package, um, okay, palace, go-go boot, backpack, popsicle, glove, outlet. You had to of been there. Oh, lollipop. Well, I was almost late for my performance today, but I wasn't, so it was all good. rosamor. Smells soooo good. Well, I must leave and go watch Michael Phelps. Only 5 years difference. I have a chance. He is the epitome of hotness.... except for a certain someone named Johnny Depp/Brad Pitt. Sigh. Oh, I wish I were an Oscar Meyer Weiner, that is what I truly want to be, 'cuz if I were an Oscar Meyer Weiner, everyone would be in love with me....

Honey, I'm Ho-ome

2004-08-12T16:45:00.000-07:00

I have returned! Ta da! I love New York soooooooooooooo much. I'm going to live there someday. I feel like dancing. Flamingo! Eva's here. Yay! My lovah! ABBA rocks my world. I am the Dancing Queen.... or a Barbie Girl.... or whatever. Have you ever heard the Gangsta Rap? It's really funny. Oh, there's no beat. I'm a gangsta, I'm a straight up G. I'm giving a shout out to my homies in cell block 8, jail really sucks 'cuz you have to.... ya. Anywhore, I am seriously in love with Rene Magritte. Oh, and my aunt's really hot neighbour... but ya. I am back. So beware. But no-one even reads this... I am going to do a survey. Okay, ready? Here's what I want you to do. Anyone that reads this, please write a comment saying whether you know me or not, and how weird you think I am, and also suggestions for the blog. Or you could just write anything, just so i know that there's someone out there reading this.... Well, toodle poo for now. A kiss may be grand but it, won't pay the rental on your humble flat, or help you feed your, pussy cat. So square, cut or pear shaped, these rocks won't lose their shape. Diamonds, are a, girl's, best, friend. Ta ta.

Stupid tree frogs

2004-07-24T11:56:00.000-07:00

Well, here I am in Virginia. Yesterday I spent 8 friggin hours in a car. Before that I was in Connecticut. I miss all my friends! Boohoo! Well, my parental units FINALLY agreed to let me pierce my ears, so I want some feedback here. Should I or shouldn't I? Send me comments. We saw a vulture today. Ugly creatures. White cranberry juice. Provolone and basil. This house is so beautiful! Nachos. Guacomole. Trees! And stupid, stupid tree frogs that practically burst my eardrums last night. Oh, and crickets. Crickets are nice. My cousin Shane is awesome. So adorable! Hippos. The Slurp 'n' Burp/Cafe de la Bebe. My alter, restaurant egos. Teehee. Au revoir and ciao and all of that. Tak for kaffe, dahling. Velcome, and bienvenue...

Pepto Bismol

2004-07-19T14:22:00.000-07:00

Don't you hate it when people describe things as being pepto bismol pink? well, phooey to them, this shall be the PINK PAGE!!!!!!!!! Yuppers. You read that right. I, the person who once despised the colour pink with a passion, will make this entire post pink starting NOW!!!!! YAY!!!! I'm leaving tonight. So there will probly be no more posts for 3 weeks. Blessed be the French potatoes. I danced in front of a Matisse, and I plan on repeating that when I'm in New York. I can't wait! I'm sooooo excited! K-k-k-katie, beyootiful Katie, you're the only g-g-g-girl that I adore. When the m-moon shines on the c-cow shed, I'll be waiting for you at the k-kitchen door. Oh wow. I haven't been in this good of a mood since the last night of camp... I miss SFAC. And all the wonderfully frabjapterabulous (I wonder if that's right? Better ask Finn) people there. Hmmm, a coast guard ship. My grandpa was in the coast guard. I spent all of yesterday packing frantically. But now I'm packed. Papillionaceous. I think that's how you spell it. It means "like a butterfly". Actually, it means "having all this complicated technical insect jargon, so and so namy legs, like a butterfly". But more loosely translated, it means like a butterfly. "Our minds are as blank as some blank things". Good times with Rheannon. Well, I'll try to find time to post another wildly confusing rant today. If I don't, just remember this: Time's fun when you're having flies. Au Revoir. Bye bye mein leber herr, it was a fine affair...

The epitomy of paleness

2004-07-18T11:50:00.000-07:00

Maybe I will get slightly less pale when I'm on the East coast... I haven't even started packing yet, and we leave tomorrow. Sigh. Oh well. Better late than never... I can't wait. NEW YORK!!!!!!!!! Henry the wooden duck says hi... Funniest names for animals ever: Blue footed booby. Dodo. Orangutan. Emu. Parrakeet. Mite. Squid. Wanda. Ok, that's enough. God, I hate my school picture from last year. Actually, I hate all my school pictures, except for maybe one from Kindergarden. Is that how you spell it? Anyways, Finn still has my ID from last year too. Him and Myles (I'm not good with grammar) were going through my purse, and Finn found it, horrible picture and all, and asked if he could have it. I said he could. So, unless he's thrown it away, he still has it. This year for pictures I'm going to make a funny face. After all, I'll be a freshman, and no-one cares about freshman. Then again, there are some people I know who will be seniors, and I don't want them to forever remember me as the weirdo. On the other hand, I am a weirdo, so what harm would it do? Oh, this requires too much thinking. Why is it that guys think that girls purses always have something interesting in them? Mine certainly doesn't. Well, this is Conquistador Cate signing off. Or orf. Or arf. Something British. Cheerio! Hmm, I like Cheerios.

Mini Skirts!

2004-07-17T13:43:00.000-07:00

I went shopping today. I got two mini skirts. I love mini skirts. I also got a sweater. I had a Baby Bite Burger at the Hot Bite. It was so cute! I love saturdays. It rained last night, for the first time in about two weeks. At last we're getting normal Juneau weather! Ooo, prettifuls color. La la la. Yay. I just figured this out. How to change the colour, I mean. This is fun. I can't wait till we leave. Well, I must go. Ta ta for now, dearlings.

Damn porcupines

2004-07-16T13:59:00.000-07:00

For the past two nights, flirting porcupines have kept me up. Plus, they ate all our roses! They are really cute and all, but geez! My queen is sleeping on her throne. I love Simon and Garfunkel. Hmm, a pink feathered mask. Nice. Pink and black make plack, which is disgusting, just like plaque on your teeth is disgusting. Plack and Plaque. Becca gets credit for that one. Does anyone know where Andie's Cheapie's is in New York? I want to shop there. Theme song right now:
Why don't you write me, I'm out in the jungle, I'm hungry to hear you. Send me a card, I am waiting so hard, to be near you. (La, la , la) Why don't you write? Something is wrong, and I know I got to be there. Maybe I'm lost, but I can't make the cost, of the airfare. Why don't you write me, a letter would brighten, my loneliest evening. Mail it today, if it's only to say, that you're leaving me. (La, la, la) Why don't you write me?
Oh, that sounds desperate. But it's a really good song. Go oldies. Like a bridge over troubled water... It's really windy today. The water is all sparkly. Farewell for now.

Beach Day

2004-07-15T21:43:00.000-07:00

I may be flat, but at least I'm not Denmark flat. I went to the beach today, and roasted. It was loverly. I now smell like coppertone. Just faintly, but it's there. I love suntanning. Wow, I haven't talked to Kyra in ages. I love bikinis. "They might be on top of the bureau". Just a bit of my everyday life. Well, got to go, parents are poos. Love you all.

No-where Man

2004-07-15T11:28:00.000-07:00

As small as a world, and as large as alone. e e cummings is a genius. He knows exactly how to capture certain things. Who are you/little you i/peering from some high/window at the world below/and thinking that if day has to turn into night/this is a beautiful way. I'm not doing my usual, ditzy rant today. Or at least, not now. Today is the tomorrow we worried about yesterday. Why does the world have to go to war? Is it some primal instinct that can't be squashed? It's stupid. Hundreds, thousands, sometimes millions of people get killed, and it's all over some little stupid thing. I think that to become a leader of your country, you should have to be a good negotiator. That way, there wouldn't be any wars. People could just peacefully settle things without bloodshed. But that would only get rid of half the wars. The other half are caused because people discriminate against other people. Like the Holocaust. That entire thing, the murders of hundreds of thousands of Jewish, gay, and basically everyone non-German, was just because Hitler hated them. If people could just have more open minds, everything would be better. Arguments are inevitable. But it could at least prevent some wars. Think about it.

Maybe he'll breathe through his carrot...

2004-07-14T12:13:00.000-07:00

La di dah. It's so pretty out. Sunny, and not too windy. I love my kitty. She's so cute. I can't wait to get my lazy ass out of here! Of course, I'll miss my daddy, and my kitty, and Juneau, but still. Sesame Street. Thank you Julia for the flashlight disco ball thingy! I found it again, and it's prettifuls. Spastic. How do you post pictures? If anyone knows, please write a comment so I can. I want that green phone. Or maybe the blue one. I miss Mexico, and Carnival. Oh merde. Bonjour. Salut. Je m'appelle Catherine. Enchante. Comment ca va? Tres bien, merci. Et toi? Moi aussi. Enough French. Except for this last thought... Merci. Merci beaucoup. SNORT!!!!!!!!! Don't ask. Don't make me eat you. Kermoo. Keroink! It's the divine swine and bovine! A very happy un-birthday, to you, to you.... Twinkle, twinkle, little bat, how I wonder where you're at. Up above the world so high, like a teacup in the sky... I love Alice in Wonderland. Steamboat Willie is a shexi beast. I'll leave you with that.

Holly Golightly

2004-07-13T21:50:00.000-07:00

I love the movie Breakfast at Tiffany's sooooooooooo much! Audrey Hepburn is awesome. Purple candles. I love salmonberries. They are really yummy. At Sitka there were so many salmonberries. Oh gosh, I miss SFAC. Henry the wooden duck says hi. Mmmmph. I think that there should be no such thing as war, or cruelty, or evil, or George Bush. Or at least that he wasn't president. Wouldn't it be awful if he was elected again? I wish I was old enough to vote. Blae: A mixture of blue and dark gray (or grey, or grae.) I love British people. Long live the Queen! And tea and crumpets (tea is always at four), and awesome accents, and drizzle, and tyres and torches and trainers and jumpers and colours and harbours and their awesome words and ways of spelling things. Well, I must leave now my friendly dishtowels. Dream of crepes, croissants, hot chocolate, and scones. Oh, and bagels with lox WHICH I WILL BE EATING SOON!!!!

The Deadly Eye of Poogly Pie

2004-07-13T13:16:00.000-07:00

I want it to be Halloween already. I love Halloween. Getting all dressed up, and going trick-or-treating, and screaming at things that aren't really that scary. Car on an icy road! AAAAAAGGGGHH!!!!
I leave in a week for NYC and other places on the East Coast. Or did I already say that? I can't wait to get out of Juneau. I am bored out of my skull here! Personal hotty geek (and Leona's): Seth Green. So cute. Oh, I haven't seen my other half in a long time. Poor me. I love Shel Silverstein. Good bye.

Peanutbutter withdrawel

2004-07-12T13:21:00.000-07:00

I am seriously going into peanutbutter withdrawel. I haven't had any in, like, a long time. Fetzer. I am a teenager with an empty gin bottle on my bedroom floor. Not the best image. But it's sucha pretty bottle, all sparkly blue. And I didn't drink any of the gin. But enough about that. I am leaving for the East Coast in a week. We are going to go to New York, and Virginia, and Connecticut, and maybe Maine. How exciting! I miss Becca so much. She's on the East Coast, taking a logic class at CTY. Her parents will never win an argument again. I love the movie Mean Girls. Go Tina Fey! "Do not have sex, because you will get pregnant, and die. Here, take a condom. Do not touch each other, becuase I know you will want to, because if you touch each other you will get 'Klamydia' and die." God I love that gym teacher. But anywhore, shopping. I don't know what I would do without malls and stores and SHOPPING!!!!!!! Hmm, spoons and forks made into fishies. How interesting. And a giant safety pin. I'll leave you with that thought. Farewell, little nincompoops. If you exist. If I'm not just writing to an invisible audience. God, my sister is so weird. Her idea of really good music is Vivaldi, Mozart, anything classical, bluegrass, and Thistle and Shamrock. Sheesh.

my poor blogger babies!

2004-07-11T21:22:00.000-07:00

i'm back! i hate my computer. anyways, i miss certain people very very much from camp. but besides that, here's a rant i've been desperate to have for awhile now.

popcorn is the best invention. i love the way it sounds when it pops. and the way it tastes. by the way, http://helpmefindthewords.blogspot.com that's my friends becca and kai's blog. opus the penguin rocks my world. he really is the most awesomest. i mean, who but opus would have nose hemmerhoids or floss his toes or have sparkling herring flavor mouth spray? i am going inot peanut butter withdrawel. if that's how you spell it. oh lordy my gooness gracious. 9:30 is not a time to go jogging, but midnight is the best time ever. most comforting smell ever: warm creosote and the ocean. most comforting sound: raindrops on the roof. most comforting feeling: when you are scared in the middle of the night and your cat comes up and purrs at you and then settles down, curled up perfectly into your knee or stomach or whatever. it's that weight, that warm, fuzzy, reassuring weight.

anywho, enough of the inane babble. until next time. sleep tight.

Chi-Poos, stilettos, and man hyphen eaters

2004-07-06T21:40:00.000-07:00

So, latest thoughts. A chi-poo (chihuahua-poodle cross breed. So cute!) would be the ultimate New York accessory. Just think about it. An adorable dog as high as your stilettos. Pure genius. Also, sour grapes really means bad cocaine, and guacomole is blue. What's in your anxiety closet? Evil orthodontists and sales ladies are in mine. Snorklewacker. Have you ever thought about life? I mean really thought about it? The purpose of living is to make babies and overpopulate the world. No, the purpose of living is having as much goddamn fun as you can, spitting watermelon seeds at people's heads, and laughing hysterically at 11:30 pm. Oh, that and chocolate ice cream. And getting sap on your hands, and washing it off with shampoo that makes you cry. Well, my birthday cake is calling, mustn't keep it waiting. Don't you love life's little idiosyncracies? I do. Farewell. Till we meet again.

Send fruit by mail

2004-07-06T15:44:00.000-07:00

Bana. No, keep going. Bananana. Damn. They totally should have tied that in. I stole that from Becca. By the way, http://helpmefindthewords.blogspot.com. That's her blog. Okay, so here's the deal. On some random day, we (everyone who's cool) should send fruit in the mail. Just one piece, no fruit baskets please. And write the address directly onto the fruit. Oh God I don't know what I would do without Johnny Depp. Sexiness. what IS up MY hoMEYS CRACKALACKA! The crackalacka needs to be squeezed into 2 syllables, magically. Well, hope anyone who has read this is sufficiently confused. Love you all! Tinkerty-tonk, m'dears.