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Name: Katie
Birthday: 2/22/1986
Gender: Female
Interests: (I finally got a picture of me up there...heh..)
www.xanga.com/katie__ann
katie, you remind me of a feisty little girl with a baseball hat too big for her head. i want to knit a slytherin scarf for you. there's something slightly manic and creative about you. i like it. i have a feeling it probably goes unnoticed or disregarded a lot, but i appreciate you so fucking much. for always being there to hug me on my gloomy days. you'd make a very a good teacher. sometimes i feel slightly apologetic around you. where do you hide your mermaid tail? your kindness and female strength is the medicine. this might be another language, but i know you understand. you seem unifying. i have a feeling you don't say all. you share personal things and it seems very humble. i don't really find that anywhere these days.
-Me. In the words of my Anna. I luv ya so much!- (Is she not amazing?) I miss you!
Expertise: Being a feisty girl with a large baseball cap.
Breaking rules that were meant strictly for oppression.
Speaking out of turn.
Speaking out.
Persuasion.
Humor
Music?
Wondering what I am doing.
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Art
Message: message me
AIM:  KatieBirde
MSN: kate_ann_@hotmail.com
Yahoo:  KDbirde
Member Since:
9/22/2004
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| It's 4:48, do you know where your children are?
They should be in bed, just as I should be in bed, but however am not.
Can't sleep.
I was reading back through my old posts and I've come to a few conclusions.
1. Never assume you have anything about life figured out.
2. I was much happier then.
3. I've screwed some things up big time.
4. I feel much less creative than I used to be.
I'm going to make myself go to bed now, but I shall expand later.
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| I have always looked down upon those kinds of girls.
You know. The ones that do those things. The ones that say those things.
The ones you feel sorry for. Of course they are that way. Something must have happened to them.
Maybe they never felt noticed. Maybe they have an insecurity complex. It is for a reason though, right?
There's always a reason.
Isn't there?
They couldn't have choosen it.
Sometimes I feel like that girl. Or that people think I'm being that girl.
Maybe it's some of the things I do, or choices I've made. Everyday it's different. Some days I wake up perfectly content, productive thoughts shifting themselves about in my brain to sort out the day.
But. Some days I look at myself in the mirror and wonder, "Why?"
Am I doing this the right way? Is this how life should be? What if I changed some variables?
Is life as simple as an equation?
life = ?
Maybe life is just a jumbled bit of variables.
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| Oh how I love Panic! at the Disco. I'm lame, I know. But I like it, so there.
So I had this odd moment the other day... To ease their suffering concerning a certain situation, I was listing the attributes of an aquaintance of mine. Explaining why things are the way the are, what they can and can't do and/or accomplish with the situation, and what is only going to make things worse. So while I'm bouncing along my line of point...my mind whispers to me, "he's actually a really cool guy....you'd do well to like him"
SAY WHAT?!?!
What sort of encryption is this?!
GAH!! | | |
| So maybe that last entry was a bit harsh. eh. I have my reasons.
So it's 5:50...am. And I just finished my stupid history paper. It actually wasn't that bad, just makes me feel like I don't know what's going on when I have to look so much up to be able to get my point across.
ah well.
I was never good with dates....or Names...especially weird Roman ones.
(this was a completely pointless entry, designed to kill time..)
So...off I go! whee!
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| For a long time I decided I was finished with xanga.
Childish. I said. Waste of time.
But maybe it was always good for me to see things in print. Perhaps, it makes me see when I'm being stupid, and when I'm justified.
There's been a lot of tragedy in my life. Of course that's a egotistical, cause it's been for a lot of people. But I think I'm pretty finished dealing.
Currently, my grandmother is in the hospital.
This, you might say, would be a tragedy. (considering she's 90-something and had a stroke...and is unconsciouss)
But as I usually refer to her, "the woman known to others as my grandmother" the only thing she has to offer me is the hope of a nice payback through assets that may make life livable for my family.
Why do I feel this way you ask?
This is the woman who wouldn't recognize me as a person because my mother is my father's second wife. The first being an alcoholic who made her children do drugs with her and ran off with another man. (But of course she was first!)
Then when she did it was only because she must have felt bad and wanted to forgive herself.
Plus, she spent zero of her time raising my father and still pays her youngest daughter's car payment and insurance. Psycho woman? yes.
Looking at it should make me feel like a vengeful bitch. And maybe I am. But I don't feel any worse.
And I'm glad.
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