up, up, and away [12 Jun 2005|12:22pm] Hello, girls (and boys). Leaving high school has given me the clichéd excuse to start over with a new user name - I read back and I hardly recognize myself. I really want a smaller friends list, so I can be more active and supportive of you all; there's no way I can interact with ninety people in any meaningful way. If you'd like to be added to my new account, comment here. Love, always, Kat Edit, 9:10 p.m.: Wow, I just read over that and it's so cheese... but that's just the way it goes, whatever. 48 still waiting ++ for your grace

[01 Jun 2005|01:03am] [ mood | annoyed ] [ music | Eagles of Death Metal - I Only Want You ] i ran out of room on my ipod tonight. fuuuuck. yeah prom / cottage-y stuff will come later. 7 still waiting ++ for your grace

today [11 Apr 2005|08:02pm] [ mood | amused ] [ music | AC/DC CD ] Hey all, sorry about that last entry. I was just having a moment, so to speak. I'm actually really excited about Dartmouth; these next five months are going to go so slow!! (I think this is the first time I've ever actually wanted the summer to go by quickly!) Today was long, boring, bland.... not worth making an entry over. Apparently it was unofficial seersucker/pink day at our school, which was excellent. I, of course, was wearing pink seersucker pants! (Okay, I'll be honest: they're supposed to be capris. But the combination of J. Crew's pants being made for women that are, oh, about 5'9 and the fact that I'm really short... makes them pants.) Track today was uneventful - we have a meet tomorrow which will be horrific but that's the way it goes. Loove, looove, love track - can you sense the sarcasm here? Well, I'm off to study for my calculus exam tomorrow. I sort of gave up on calc a few weeks ago and haven't done homework since, so this should be interesting. Love to you all! -Kat 5 still waiting ++ for your grace

DARTMOUTH '09!!! [11 Mar 2005|10:28pm] [ mood | jubilant ] [ music | the Rolling Stones - "Satisfaction" ] I GOT INTO DARTMOUTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Okay I've disappeared, and major apologies for that. I really appreciate all the messages many of you have left me - I've been thinking about you all more than you know. I'll make a long update later but right now it's time for some celebratory chocolate truffles!) xxx 28 still waiting ++ for your grace

[23 Nov 2004|12:45am] [ mood | blah ] One autumn night, five years before, they had been walking down the street when the leaves were falling, and they came to a place where there were no trees and the sidewalk was white with moonlight. They stopped here and turned toward each other. Now it was a cool night with that mysterious excitement in it which comes at the two changes of the year. The quiet lights in the houses were humming out into the darkness and there was a stir and bustle among the stars. Out of the corner of his eye Gatsby saw that the blocks of the sidewalks really formed a ladder and mounted to a secret place above the trees — he could climb to it, if he climbed alone, and once there he could suck on the pap of life, gulp down the incomparable milk of wonder. His heart beat faster and faster as Daisy's white face came up to his own. He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete. -The Great Gatsby. F. Scott Fitzgerald. 30 still waiting ++ for your grace

inquiring minds want to know [20 Nov 2004|03:37pm] [ mood | listless ] [ music | Benny Benassi - "Love is Gonna Save Us" ] MORP costume change: Wearing little black spaghetti strap clingy dress, with slit up the slide and heart-shaped neckline. Paired with small black cashmere cardigan layered over until coatcheck. Still planning on Ferragamo knee-high black leather boots. Now the question: to fishnet or not to fishnet? 5 still waiting ++ for your grace

six labor day confessions, public [06 Sep 2004|10:55am] stolen from multiple people, but I can't remember who. apologies. Instructions: Write five [very personal] statements Intended to different people. Never tell which one is to whom. Guesses are welcomed, but the identities will not be revealed. 1. You're the one that got away. But hopefully things will look up for us in following summers, whether it's the next (our final week of tennis court gazing and Last Chances) or the ones that follow. I'm sure that even if things don't work out, we'll have an amazing time as counselors. (And yes, we're going to be counselors together - there's no question of that.) 2. I had a dream about you last night. I can't shake you from my system - when we called you the "virus" it was more correct than we realized. You've practically defined my high school experience in one regard because, while I've drastically changed, this aspect of me has stayed static. Either you're incredibly dense or have known all along, and I can't make up my mind as to which one. I really hope things go in a good direction this year, rather than repeat the past three. 3. I'm sorry I treated you so poorly. You really didn't deserve it as you're a nice guy - things were just a bit weird for me at the time, as I was in the middle of a somewhat unconventional relationship with someone from another area. But often, when I pass you in the hallway, I feel I ought to apologize for how I acted towards you, even though now it's practically historical. 4. In different circumstances, I'm sure we'd be together. We complement each other perfectly, from our language preferences to our sense of humor, and you need to teach me the essential life sport. I wish that high school wasn't such crap. We have to keep in touch during our college years and travel Europe together at age 30. 5. You're a complete bitch and I can't stand you, do you know that? I think at first I was jealous of you, back in sophomore year, but now it seems the roles have reversed. You try to represent something you're not, and as a result of trying too hard to force the image, your cover is blown. My only consolation is that there's no way we'll end up at college together, so I only have to make it through three hundred something more days with you. ...Oh, and buy clothes that fit properly, I don't enjoy seeing your stomach. and I needed a sixth, oh well. 6. I never talk to you any more, but I remember when we couldn't go several hours without sharing a laugh. Although we've grown distances apart (both in where we live and our mental processes) I think of you fondly and wish you well every day. While sometimes I think our best years are best kept in a memory box (with the Notebooks and "friendship coupons" and other middle school paraphernalia) I hope that you'll remain part of my future. EDIT: ( you are 30.97% 'normal' ) 4 still waiting ++ for your grace

you might be just what i need [13 Jan 2004|09:50pm] [ mood | moody ] [ music | Nirvana - "Smells Like Teen Spirit" ] ( friends only ) ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ Proper friending protocol: Comment on this entry. Add me to your friends list. I'll add you back... if I like what I see. 108 still waiting ++ for your grace

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