Sunday, November 21, 2004

Why do psychics have to ask you your name?

My aunt got snowed in, so they won't be here 'till tomorrow.. When I have school. *sigh* Anyway, maybe I'll be able to skip school tomorrow since I'm still sick. I went with ma bro to MickeyD's today.. again.. even though I'm still sick, I can ride faster'n him. Haha, the people there were WIERD... I get up to get something and when I come back he's on this stupid Mickey Mouse racing game and there's this 3-foot 5-year old next to him.. We were about to leave, but he wouldn't get off the game, and the little kid sat on his lap watching him play.. O.o Just to spark up some conversation, I say, "SpongeBob would make this game SO much cooler.. ya know.. riding the Krabby Patty thingy.." Well, he suddenly gasps, jumps off my brother and runs around to me and tries to give me a high-five, "OH YEAH!! Krabby Patties!! Hahahahaha!!!" Yup.. Wierdest 5-year-old I've seen.. ~Kat

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Saturday, November 20, 2004

This sucks.. my dad's had this cold for over a week, I better not still have it by Thursday.. Or tomorrow, for that matter. *sniff* It was funny, though. I only have 2 aunts coming over, and one of them was bugging my dad to get her some Yodels.. She was sending him spam emails asking if they sold them down here.. I started cracking up, because what's wierd is that she's Diabetic. ^^;; Anyway, haven't seen 'em since the wedding 2 years ago, and before that since I was six. I tink we is going to Orlando or something.. Ya know, for the amusement parks. ^_^ So, what're you guys doing for Thanksgiving? *hugs* ~Kat

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Friday, November 19, 2004

Been bored all day.. Probably should be working on portfolio, but too lazy to get up.. Guh.. Submitted another attempt at PC art.. tell me what ya think.

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*sniff* Ugh.. My dad gave me his stupid cold.. =.= I hate being sick.. Ya know.. Ever since I've been on AIM, I've been getting tons of chain emails from my friends.. Saying like "Send this to 15 people in the next hour and you'll fall in love!" Okay. Number 1. I don't know 15 people! >< Goddamn.. and is love all anyone ever thinks about anymore? It's really frustrating when that's all ANYONE talks about.. -_- Anyways. It's Friday, right? And since I feel like shit, I'm not in school (obviously) and my relatives are coming Sunday. My mom's gonna be working us to death to make the house spotless.. MAJOR neat freak.. I mean.. She got the friggin' Rug Doctor!! Agghh! Maybe I should clean my room more often.. I've got these little purple feathers everywhere in it, and I have no idea where they came from.. *sigh* Talk to ya later, I guess.. ~Kat Heh, 400 visits and 80 GB entries ^.^ Thanks you guys!

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Thursday, November 18, 2004

Death is nothing but a minor inconvinience.

Wow.. I have 80 GB entries already.. Sorry if I haven't responded to yours yet, I've just been really busy with Thanksgiving, and getting into high school, and crap like that.. yeah. Turns out I can't go to Cypress at all. It's in the east zone, and I'm in the west zone. =.= Whatever that has to do with it, I can't go. I have to go to NFMHS, which has a brand new art program.. *sigh* Probably has some math teacher trying to teach us to draw.. Damn school choice.. Excel Saga is hilarious! The last episode.. Oh my god.. That disturbed me as much as it could.. *shudder* One of those things that it was so wierd it was funny.. and so funny you actually like it.. ~Kat

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Monday, November 15, 2004

DAMNIT!! >__< I officially DESPISE the Board of Education.. Damn school choice.. Now I CAN'T get into Cypress, just because I don't live in the city it's in. *twitch* But, they are making a normal high school nearer my house into an Art Academy this summer.. Even if it is going to be brand new, and the teachers are probably going to suck... Grr.. I haven't a clue how that's going to work, either, considering the try-outs are supposed to be in March to May and they won't be changing this one until the summer.. I'm going to try for Cypress anyway.. Maybe the Guidance lady person can help. =.= Anyways. Onto other matters. ...M'kay. There are no other matters. Hah, cya then.. ~Kat PS: BTW, I added a fanart I did a while ago.. First time trying it on the PC.. Still no scanner, though.

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Friday, November 12, 2004

Not going to be on very often.. Found out something about Cypress. I need to fill up a sketchbook and portfolio with NON-ANIME STYLE drawings. >< It's going to take me all year to finish them... Squeezed in between homework and other things.. *sigh* Toooo much stuff is going on this year...

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Sunday, November 7, 2004

Round 1.. Ed vs. Momiji!!

YAY!! Hiei's back in YuYu Hakusho!! He was out for at least 2 months.. >< Too bad Sniper's dead though. So sad. *nod* I mourn thee.. Lol. Hah, Kitty and I had this really wierd conversation earlier.. She was getting mad at me for no specific reason.. And so we were claiming random bishounens on our sides to battle it out.. XD Of course, I also got Patrick, Foamy, and Bender. XD!! It was hilarious. I also found this really annoying animation that went something like this: "I know Joel's death must be hard on you. Especially considering it's like the 10th time. =.=" "Yyyyyeah..." *Joel appears in his dream*"Dude, I thought you were dead?!" "There's no Hell for us anymore, remember? I'm like, Yusuke Urameshi." "Dude. You are SO not like Yusuke Urameshi." *A very poor drawing of Hiei appears*"Fear me! For I know karate!!" "Really? Like, what moves?" "...The kick-ass ones!" --------------- ...That was really annoying.. and yet, somehow funny.. ^^;; ~Kat

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Saturday, November 6, 2004

The scariest thing in the world could quite possibly be to open up a fortune cookie and take out a blank piece of paper.

Why is everyone confusing me today?! Since I got home yesterday, I've only been able to grasp like half of the meanings of what people are saying.. the other half they never bother to explain.. *shrugs* Maybe I'm just in another dense phase.. I've been called dense at least 4 times today ^^;; Not much else to post today, hence why I hadn't posted earlier. Anyone else looking forward to the release of WoW? ~Kat

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Friday, November 5, 2004

I'm not going to try to delude you, saying it won't be so bad, because it will. Ok? This is going to hurt like hell and there's nothing anyone can do about it.

I got a haircut today ^.^ It's now shoulder-length, I'm gonna get red highlights for it sooner or later.. Anyways. I got this story in an email; Thought I would share it with you. After all, we all know someone like this sooner or later in our lives. One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd." I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives." He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!" There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends. He said yes. We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!" He just laughed and handed me half the books. Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship. Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak. Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him. Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech, so, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!" He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. "Thanks," he said. As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. "Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends...I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story." I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. "Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable." I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.

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