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 Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 11:38 pm
I'm Ky. Do I really have to offer up an elaborate introduction? *fidgets*
Erm, yes, I am Ky, or Ky-Ky, or Jesty, or Baby Smurf, or Ursula, or Bertha, or... let me impose a tariff on myself before I blather ad nauseum.
I'm eighteen. Graduated from high school last week. This laptop was a gift from my parents. In theory, it will be Useful at college. In practice, it is encouraging Insomnia and Procrastination.
My skin is dry and my legs are overly warm.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 12:30 pm
I got my dorm room assignment yesterday. Squeak and I are not in the same room, despite the request, and to be quite honest, I'm rather glad of the fact. I love the girl (in that goat-interact-with-duck sort of way), but I'd rather not go through this again.
Need to stop binging and start exercising, or Sniper Lady will have my hide.
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 7:45 am
Two years and one day ago, I pulled my first-ever all-nighter. It was spent looking after their new puppy and playing Animal Crossing.
Last night, I pulled my second. And now I have thank-you notes to write. Katters suggested I write them like this:
Dear Person Who Gave Me Stuff,
Thank you for the free stuff, but I hate you. Please leave me alone
Not yours,
Katters' Massa
Yeah, no, I really doubt that would go over well.
Here's hoping I get through the day without keeling over! biggrin
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2007 9:20 pm
Haha.. the thank-you notes. Good luck on all that. O.o
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2007 1:12 pm
I registered for classes yesterday. Here they are, in all their glory:
- Chinese 101
- German 202 (Horray for testing into fourth semester)
- Origins of Current World Conflicts
- Survey of Astronomy (Physics wouldn't fit in emo )
- Introduction to World Politics
I tested out of both math and English, which saddens me, because I heart t3h math.
Next year I'll be taking Russian, and Spanish at some point, and possibly some more French. In the meantime, I'm studying Italian independently.
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2007 5:34 pm
It was just another sale day at work, though peculiarly less busy than a standard sale day. In fact, so unbusy was the sale day, that Ky was informed she could leave early.
She joyously secured her purse, made the necessary arrangements for transportation, and settled into the break room, a land flowing with milk and honey (or at least, chips and cookies). As the Ky cannot eat without a book, she reached into her bag (handmade by a kindhearted friend) to read a few more pages in Simone de Beauvoir's autobiography.
And her heart stopped. Her eyes filled with tears, confirming that the Ky does, in fact, have tear ducts. Her breathing became labored.
The bag was completely lacking in books.
The Ky uttered an involuntary gasp of pain.
Never, not once, had the Ky found herself out of her bedroom without a book. Never. Not even for any reason.
And she couldn't buy an emergency book, as she had on her person twelve cents.
Her co-workers arranged their faces into expressions of varying sympathy and incredulity.
The Ky sank into a catatonic state of despair, and stared hopelessly into a magazine detailing Paris's legal woes.
A few minutes later, when she was still staring, Jon returned to the break room with pure generosity in his hands: concerned by Ky's broken heart, he had ventured back out into the store and purchased a book as a gift for her.
The lad had chosen well. A Tale of Cities, which, incidentally, Ky had been seeking to obtain for some time.
And then peace and joy reigned rampant o'er the land. The end.
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 1:20 am
A few hours ago, I was chatting with Erika and the Katters. It was all lovely, as such chats are wont to be.
Erika said, "I don't feel so good."
The Katters and I nonchalantly asked what was wrong, interspersed with random comments.
She didn't answer.
Twenty minutes later, we realized she'd never answered, but was still logged in. We started joking around about how she'd probably started puking and passed out in her own filth.
Forty minutes later, we were seriously fretting. We summoned Swing and Rae, and debated for another twenty minutes about whether to call, and then who should call, and how they should call, and then again, whether or not to call.
See, Erika's mother doesn't know we exist. And we have to keep it that way.
Rae and I both called. Voicemail.
We all fidgeted in our little crisis mismanagement team, theorizing what had taken our Erika away.
When over two hours after her disappearance, she spoke.
Erika wasn't like Erika, she was... she didn't know what had happened. We think she may have passed out. She was insensible. We told her to get off the computer and wake up her mother.
Now we're still in our chat. I'm crying. Rae and the Katters are equally distressed. Swing is... well, Swing, and seems indifferent.
I never cry. I didn't even think I had tear ducts.
I'm clinging, clinging to a ******** stuffed camel, and I hate stuffed animals and I hate clinging.
I want my Erika to be okay. crying
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2007 9:20 pm
Mother and I had one of those Talks yesterday. You know, the kind where my state of existence is called into question. The kind where we embark on a journey of discovery and learn from Loving Mommy Dearest that the reason I have no friends is because I can't act like a person. The kind where she threatens to kick me out of the house.
I don't sleep at night. I like to be awake for night. As a general rule, I do Not Like people. Therefore I don't socialize. Staying up all night with the Katters and Erika, I can avoid others during the day. Sleep.
There's a reason I spend all my time in my room.
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2007 2:08 am
I feel absolutely horrible.
The past few nights, I've been having group-chats with Erika and the Katters, and it's always the same: the Katters and I dominate the conversation, and once in a while ask "hey where'd Erika go lulz." I always realize, too late, that she gets left out.
Worse, the Katters and I are both brash, obnoxious people. And we talk to each other way too much, so we tend to blend into one another.
The situation seems unfair. Erika's the closest thing I have to a best friend, while I only met the Katters recently; I know we're her best friends. I think maybe she liked us better when we didn't know each other.
Anyway. Tonight was her final straw -- she shifted her status to Offline on MSN and claimed to be in bed to avoid having to deal with our stupid three-way chats. We found her online elsewhere and wisely opted to let her alone.
The Katters and I discussed this, and have decided to have our conversations with Erika separately for a while.
And in the meantime, we both feel like s**t. Shitty friends.
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 5:46 pm
The Lion King is win.
Scar is win.
Hyenas are win.
Youtube is win.
Foreign languages are win.
The Katters is win.
Now you know how I spend my evenings when I'm ill: I watch the youtube clip of "Be Prepared" in different tongues over and over and over and over again with the Katters and follow her medical advice.
Well, most of it.
Movies I've watched in the past forty-eight hours:
Robocop
The Lion King
The Lion King 2: Simba's Pride
A Chorus Line
The Gods Must Be Crazy
The Bourne Identity
Eraser
Number of Movies I usually watch in any given month:
0
Right now I would kill a litter of puppies for a DVD of Sweeney Todd or Nosferatu.
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 9:42 pm
Wow. Seems like a ton of people are getting sick lately... Hope you feel better soon, anyhoo. heart
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 9:23 am
Thank 'ee, Miss Sabi. xp
I'm a bit in shock: for the past sixteen hours or so, Mother and I have been getting along.
I love tilapia. Tilapia tastes like sex. Have I mentioned that?
Anyway, we went to Red Lobster for the orgasmically delicious cheesy biscuits, the ever-sexly tilapia, and the fiendishly good chocolate wave dessert. Mother even bought me a pina colada (underage drinking, ohnoes!).
After which she agreed to rent Sweeney Todd for us. Sweeney Todd. My mother. Demon Barber of Fleet Street.
The rental place was tragically lacking in Sweeney, but I am confident that if my mother ever does see a version of Sweeney Todd (which I believe she will, she will absolutely loathe it. She's not a terrible supporter of cannibalism, see.
We secured, instead, Lola Rennt (my favorite film, and a German one), Elling (Norwegian), and Dr Strangelove.
Then this morning she came and perched uncomfortably on my chaos-stricken bed and let me show her the glory that is lolcats2.
Such tidings as these be strange ones indeed, but such tidings as we are glad to receive.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 12:39 am
I just got a message from my sister saying she's engaged and I'm a bridesmaid. Cue the hallelujah chorus.
John is coming home in a week and two days. He's been in France for six months and I miss him liekwoah and can't wait for him to get his a** back here and take me to Old Country Buffet.
Dolphin and my parents are going to Sonshine festival next week, leaving me sole charge of the house for four days and three nights. Saturday Leo's coming to get me so we can spend the day together.
My bank account level has risen considerably -- I can afford to go to Spamalot with Leo, Rae, and Psy on the 25th.
I have recently watched many films containing many guns.
Don't you just love it when life starts making mosaics for you?
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 12:22 pm
Duuuude. Jaycee let me buy Baghdad Bob: The Very Best of the Iraqi Information Minister the other night at work. Kickin'est DVD ever, yo. Well, in my possession, anyway.
DUUUUDE. Also, I have the house to myself until Sunday afternoon, and I just checked, and Da left his car keys and his car with a full tank of gas. twisted
*grooves to music* Sometimes I worry that my shuffle is a dangerous neighborhood. It's a bizarre mix of 80's rock, modern Celtic, foreign trip-hop, and morbid Broadway OCRs.
*grooves nevertheless*
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 10:07 pm
Solike. I just talked with my roommate for this year. And I don't know how I'm going to coexist with her.
You know those girls who pepper their sentences with "lol nice" and end their conversations with "later"? And basically churn out bland niceties by way of contributing to conversation?
Yeah. She's one of Them.
Duller than a cement wall.
Erika peer-pressured me into adding her to the MSN conversation, and even that wasn't enough to flavor her personality.
Also: she's one of those girls who think that all lesbians are out to get into the pants of every single girl. Every girl ever.
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