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[28 May 2005|01:22pm] |
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i am bored. but kind of not at the same time. restless? is that the right term? not sure. haha anyway, everyone is busy or gone and i have stuff i need to do but dont feel like doing. im happy because i finally finished my piece for next saturday, which took me forever because i didnt have the right colors. now i should be studying for the calc exam or for chem, both of which will kill me, but instead i am here sitting on my roof and writing this. its the first nice day in weeks, or even in this month, so i intend to enjoy it. now i think i will go read my book, which is pretty good so far. note to self: get off roof before taking a nap. im thinking that falling would hurt a good deal.
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[26 May 2005|07:49pm] |
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ok i am updating because sam yelled at me because i look at hers all the time but never update my own. but thats because i dont really have anything to say. its like holding a one sided conversation, which isnt very much fun unless you like to hear yourself talk. there, i updated. have to go study for spanish final, but thats ok because i've been in a really good mood today.
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[03 Apr 2005|08:36pm] |
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yay! i have a new icon. i like interpol. thanks sam. haha i love how i have no idea how to work this thing at all except to update and sam is like the master for all of us. which reminds me for some reason that it was carmens birthday and i meant to have sam tell her happy birthday. not that she would really know who i am at all, but what ever its the thought that counts i think. hope we have the match tomorrow bc its better than practice and it would get me out of the prayer service. which is bound to be in the gym and therefore freezing cold and uncomfortable. and i am not holding anyones hand haha i am turning into mr ierardi
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[23 Mar 2005|09:04pm] |
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wow i never update this thing. im not sure if that is because i have a life or if i have no free time (and therefore no life at all)? well, tennis season has started and i am very excited. i cant wait for our first games, even if freddy did schedule the hardest teams first. he also scheduled one for the day after prom, the fool! has he not learned his lesson from doing this every single year??? every team always complains (usually the girls) but yet he does it anyway. not that a game will effect how late i stay up, because its prom and i will have a good (curfew-less) time no matter what. aaaand speaking of which i have a date! haha i was very happy when mike said yes and i can only hope that i am not too awkward and/or lurpy, causing him to rethink his decision. i have a new respect for the stereotypical "man's" job of asking someone out. i dont think guys get enough credit for that because rejection sucks and i for one am glad that i am a girl and can try to use that excuse to hide my fear of rejection. that was a long sentence. anyway... i am so tired that my eyes hurt and my contacts are going all blurry, so i think i will go to bed. (small side note relating to that last comment: i am getting new glasses! which is good bc my other ones (a) dont fit my face and (b) are rather hideous.) ok so going to bed and probably reading farewell to arms, which just so happens to be one of the worst books i have ever read in my life. hemmingway should have just stuck to being an alcoholic and not bothered us with his drunken portrayals of co-dependent women and emotionless warfare. in my humble opinion.
ok im going finally.
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| god loves me |
[21 Feb 2005|12:48pm] |
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yep, there reaelly is a god. i got 3 hours of sleep the night of the semi and didnt get home until 11 last night, meaning the max time of sleep i could get was 5 hours. and then... the snow day. yes! haha i now have slept for half the day and am feeling very good again. it was such a busy weekend! semi was a lot of fun but i was so dead to the world at tennis. "um, katie? KATIE watch out! thats a ball!" as a tennis ball narrowly escapes knocking my unconcious. i am really sad that i didnt get the job i wanted for this summer. ughh. but, ive already started looking for other stuff to do, and im looking at this 6 week trip to mexico which should be really awesome. and they still have room in the program, which is good because i am not in the mood for more rejection right now. cant wait until vacation and to actually feel warmth again. *sigh* how i have missed it. so much to do today and before vacation i might go insane, but right now i am happy and having a hard time caring.
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[17 Feb 2005|08:47pm] |
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mmm. tacos. i was just searching something on google when this big ole taco popped up in the middle of my screen. and now im kind of hungry. you would think my parents starve me the way i am always so hungry. i just took a bath so i am all nice and warm and happy. but a little worried about sam-face. i hope her mom doesnt go too insane about skipping today, bc she hasnt been online all day. so i am thinking it did not go well. heinous. its been such a good week, which is surprising and i am happy about that. the only thing that would make it better is a panera sandwitch which i will most likely get... more food talk. haha i am so easily contented. ooooh and the new car is awesome!! of course, any car wowuld be nice but this one is great. it had a cd player and nice steering so i am a happy girl. ok ima go study for history now and then go call caroline.
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| happy singles awareness day |
[14 Feb 2005|04:50pm] |
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ah well the cheesiest hallmark holiday is upon us. because i need another reason to resent my completely love-less life. not that i am bitter. lol. i probably wouldnt hate it so much if i werent single, but seriously, while all the happy lovesick couples suck face and give each other flowers what are the rest of us supposed to do? in my case, its bake an ungodly amoun of cookies and eat twice my body weight in pastries of some sort or another.
you know what i dont understand? (other than precalc, boys, and how to turn on computers or other simple tasks). if people are ugly or have really annoying voices, why would they try to sell something on tv? a perfect example is that guy from bobs furniture. why would you put your picture on something like a billboard to sell furniture? (a) you are not so easy on the eyes bud. if you want to sell something, but johnny depps picture on it. (b) if you are not going to put johnny's picture on it, why not put the thing you are actually selling on the billboard? just a thought.
ughhh i despise re-runs!!! anyway... i guess i need to stop this random string of thoughts and actually go do some homework before yoga class. blah.
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[11 Feb 2005|10:25pm] |
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that is one emo little ferret. every icon has him with a little tear. maybe his little female ferret friend left to go hybernate with another ferret. or maybe he got dirt in his eyes when he was burrowing into his little hole. we may never know.
i just saw the first 25 minutes of napoleon dynamite that we missed the first time. its still the dumbest movie i have ever seen and i think its pretty safe to say that while it was funny the first time, i wont ever see it again. i would go insane.
ummm... i really have nothing else to say. cept i think i am getting sick which sucks bc everyone around me has some kind of sickness and is hacking up a lung or sneezing near me. its enough to make anyone a germophobe. i dont even know if thats a word. so more vitamin c for me. that rhymed.
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[06 Feb 2005|08:54pm] |
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i have learned a very important lesson: do not go looking for information you are not ready to hear.
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[23 Jan 2005|04:58pm] |
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sam just made me a new layout and i must say its pretty snazzy. i got back from caits a while ago and i am very tired, but it was fun. haha i love sophie, she is so cute. i need to rid myself of my coffee addiction that seems to have built up during midterms... ill start that right after this cup. maybe. this whole pile of snow we have is really rather useless if we dont get school off 2morro. i cant wait til february vacation, it will feel so good to be warm for at least an entire day- a week will be heaven. *sigh* i just rememebered why it is that i never update this thing, and that is because i have nothing to say really. and what i do have to say generally comes out sounding completely retarded which may be either because i am (a) completely inarticulate or (b) what i had to say really was dumber than a pile of rocks and it had nothing to do with how i said it afterall. oh well, which ever one it is, they both have the same result, and i couldnt really care which it was. i think i am going to take a nap, i kept waking up at caits because cait would roll over and go "hmmmm" in her sleep, like she was "prophesizing" and my hip bones kept digging into the floor rather uncomfortably. so yes, a nap it is, and i can only hope that there is no school 2morro. we deserve it for the hell woodward put us through with the 58 pages of terms we had to memorize. i think i hate him. ah well.
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[09 Jan 2005|12:11pm] |
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i never update this thing, but i guess i will now seeing as sam went to the effort of changing it again. of course, really it is pointless to have this, seeing as anyone who is reading this is probably someone who sees me everyday in school and could probably gain more insight into my life watching me for five minutes than you will ever get from reading this. really i am just writing/typing in this to put off doing my homework, may it rot in hell. mid terms are in two weeks so i guess i should start figuring out what the hell is going on in my classes. precalc, for en example, i think it is a miracle that i (a) am passing and (b) havent gnawed my arm off from sheer lack of interests or that (c) caitlin hasnt killed me for drawing such dumb cartoons. altho they are rather amusing as she will grudgingly admit to, and i wonder why it is that mr k doesnt ever think its strange that caitlin and i burst into laughter so hard that we begin to cry in the middle of his class. perhaps he thinks that his class is funny or interesting? or that we are laughing at the joy we feel in being in precalc? well, he can continue his disillusioned thoughts, i dont really want to know what goes on in his head. ughhhh i think i will go eat some more. or make myself some chai. or both. i love food.
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[10 Dec 2004|07:38pm] |
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TGIF! What a long week… this day started out as the perfect depiction of hell. Rainy day, I couldn’t drive into school bc apparently the rain was supposed to turn into sleet and freeze, although who ever said that must have been (a) on crack or (b) completely oblivious to the laws of nature, because last time I checked it was impossible for it to snow at 40 degrees. Then we stopped at dunkin donuts and I spilled my coffee all over my pants and it stayed there all day, leaving me to look as though I was some homeless Swedish immigrant: blonde, eyes half closed from lack of sleep and working 5 jobs, babbling random words and not able to string words together to create a sentence that makes sense, with clothes all baggy and dirty (uniforms and rags…. Pretty much the same, wouldn’t you agree?). yep. But I guess it wasn’t such a bad day. After all I got my latte, the rest that wasn’t on my lap anyway, and I am not homeless or Swedish for that matter, and it is now the weekend, so life is good after all. And I fully intend to spend this weekend doing what I do best: sleeping for mass quantities of time. Generally 12 or 13 hrs a night is good, with a nap sometimes during the day. Its only 7 and I already have my pajamas on. Which actually leads me to realize that I am slightly anti social and have no social life to speak of, because most teenagers don’t spend their Friday nights at home, but I do and it makes me happy so really I don’t care. Im not going to apologize for something that makes me happy. Unless it is pushing people down stairs or off cliffs or eating babies or something. That would merit an apology. But thankfully I think that is a little weird and that doesn’t make me happy, so im ok. ahh I am listening to RHCP. I love them so much. Particularly parallel universe, roadtrippin and fortune faded. The bass solo in parallel universe is my fav.
Anyway… no spain trip :-( and sam is mad at me for that. Blah. Buuuut I get a job hopefully, and that will be good. This is random and I don’t remember what reminded me of it, probably just thinking about the day, but cait brought in pretty pretty princess for her theo project with kate and I forced her to play and then liz and lea joined in and it was so much fun! Hahaha dorky but wholeheartedly amusing. and then john walked in and was like “umm… Katie we are leaving. You need new friends.”
Ok well, here are some pics of my family and summer that I just felt like putting on here if you feel like looking at them. Haha just be warned.
http://www.shutterfly.com/view/pictures.jsp?aid=67b0de21b33b0d3e0598
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[30 Nov 2004|06:23pm] |
well vacation is over. only 3 more weeks laft til the next one. *sigh* i do love christmas though. well, actually the days leading up to christmas, which always seem better than the actual day, not that its bad. oh i dont know. cait finally burned me that jason cd and it has become my best companion. ok it needs to snow soon i am going insane. it either needs to be summer or needs to be snowing bc i dont like the inbetween-ness, with cold rain and cold cloudyness. the new custom is calling my name- it is sitting in my living room begging to be used and i walk by it everyday. aaaaand i am really excited bc i may be able to avoid going back to NJ for christmas! yes! i feel a bit guilty saying that bc its my dads family and everything, but its not all me, they dont care about me either.
umm.... not a whole lot is really new. i applied for a summer job which is gonna be exciting bc i will be away from home all summer if i get it. nice. so other than that my love life is flailing. maybe flailing is not the right word, perhaps nonexistent would be better. ah well. such is the life of an albino. haha well not really, but "whatev" as sam would say. um i have nothing to say, this entry is bad.
i have resurrected my knitting project, which i stopped when it got too warm. um if anyone knows how to knit a hat id love it if youd teach me. i can only knit in straightlines, which is not good for a whole lot. i think i will go study for precalc seeing as i failed the last quiz. blah. my brain cannot take anymore information being shoved into it, nor can my back take the pain. i am complaining and no one likes to listen to that, so i will go until i am in a more cheery mood.
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[26 Nov 2004|01:49pm] |
*sigh* day after thanksgiving, which means grandma puts the boys to work. And as is usual in the Tomai household, there are too many chiefs and not enough Indians. Caro’s race is tomorrow, and I cant wait to see her and the rest of the benson clan. I think they are going to visit my grandfather in the hospital today… I hope he gets out soon I think he’ll go insane there and I cant stand thinking of him in there anyway. Haha he complains that he cant get anything read, as if that were unusual, which it is not seeing as whenever he sits down to read the newspaper he falls asleep within 5 minutes, sometimes while turning the page. Ah yes, in the background grandma is standing watch, hands on hips, while my dad, uncle, and brother all crowd around the remains of the kitchen sink. I think a trip to barnes and noble is in order later, as well as a stop by starbucks- its expensive but man I wish we had those in NH. Stayed up last night watching mission impossible and old james bond movies drinking bud, it was nice…. Tonight girl, interrupted is on. I love that movie its one of my favorites. I feel very far away and like I am missing out on stuff at home, even thought I am sure nothing has really happened. But sam has a bf now and I have no idea how that happened and I keep trying to hang out with mike and im always gone and I feel out of touch. I am being beckoned to in order to inspect the boys handiwork and to come eat- I swear my grandmother has made it her personal goal to make me morbidly obese, all she does it shove food at me. I love it.
Ps, you are all cordially invited to the funeral of john tomai, he died a very long and painful death after pushing his sister too far. The manner of his death is still unknown, but it is suspected that arsenic and a pack of wild animals were involved.
>>>if he is still alive by the end of this weekend it will indeed be a miracle.
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| happy turkey day |
[25 Nov 2004|07:10pm] |
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well, i am currently in New Jersey, spending thanksgiving with the more insane side of the family, hence my resorting to the computer to keep me sane. actually, its really quiet here, given the usual hubbub. normally we have lots of cousins and uncles and aunts all running around gossiping and such- over 30 actually, not including all the boyfriends or girlfriends. Theres always Uncle Dan, who resembles a mobster with his big stomach, NY accent, hawk nose, threats and love of cuban cigars. Then there are his daughters who are out of college now, whose names i still cant keep straight. they are insane. one of them always brings a boyfriend old enough to be her dad, which only provides for more gossip amongst the family and within 5 minutes of being with the family they are making themselves hard drinks and sneaking off to the downstairs bathroom to smoke with the 2 cousins around my age: both boys, who put my brother in a head lock every time they see him and (thankfully) ignore me completely because girls seem like a bit of a foreign concept to them. Then there is the crowd of Cubans, most of whom I don’t even recognize, who run up to you, kiss you on both cheeks and say in a thick Spanish accent: “oh halo, we haf not seen u since you since you were dis beeg” *motions with hand about knee height* then they take to arguing in half Spanish half English about politics- never ever begin talking about anything remotely political or there will be no escape and a very very long discussion will ensue. They ran away from their sugar plantation when my aunt was a girl because fidel wanted them dead for allying with the US govt against him. And then of course there is my aunt toni, a very bitter white haired aunt of about fifty who has a voice of a smoker and whose trademark noise is “hmmmmm?” after almost everything she says. She is bitter because of her divorce I think, and she has never remarried and also perhaps because her children dislike her and blame her for all their problems. Then there are the 2 gay uncles, and it seems almost everyone I talk to has a gay uncle- our family is no exception. One of which, bill, is very sweet and I love him a lot, but then there is peter, who is, well, not sweet and is rather annoying. He hates children and housework and getting his clothes dirty and I think it broke my grandmothers heart when he came tripping out of the homosexuality closet- he did not break the news well and for a mother who is a devout catholic, I think faith needs to be reassessed when two of your sons announce they are gay. And among it all are some messy divorces and a fair amount of alcoholism. At the top of the heap is grandma, who dwells among “will work for chocolate” pillows and who is one of the most opinionated people I have ever met. She lives life by the mantra “I am always right” though she has a sweet side and is fond of me, mainly because I am a girl i think and one of the only girls in the family that isn’t entirely wrapped up in buying luis vuitton bags or spending voluminous amounts of money on makeup. After raising 8 children she has been through a lot and tells it like it is- never in your life do you want to receive a “Kathy Tomai letter” Everyone gets one at least once in their life time and it is a verbal assault of what you have done wrong, chewing you out until you have not a grain of self esteem left to call your own. “Katie, you can light the candles, there are matches in that drawer and a lighter too but it is child proofed and I cant get the damned thing to work…. Only the French could make something this hard to open, god bill, help me with this.” Ahhh yes, thanksgiving is hectic in my family to say the least, and I cant believe you have read this far without closing out of this or falling asleep. I commend you. Well, I think I will go now and find other ways to amuse myself... ugh away from john, who is currently in the background reading aloud the definition of cheese from the dictionary and reciting all the many varieties of cheese. for those of you who know him well, such as sam who shares my pain, this is nothing new and I hate him and his cheese obsession with a fiery passion. And for those of you that don’t know him, welcome to my sad scary little world.
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[09 Nov 2004|05:24pm] |
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1st entry thanks to the amazing works of sam. and really that is all i will do, credit sam, because i have nothing else to say. surprising i know.
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