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Sunday, August 28th, 2005
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A week from today I'll be at school, and everyone I know will become dead to me and never ever talk to me again and I'll get stranded in Boston to die a horrible lonely death.
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Thursday, August 11th, 2005
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Today I was walking down an aisle after my break at work, and I happened to pass a young man. No big deal, right?
In the man's hand was a bottle of strawberry whipped cream. Poor choice of flavor, but still understandable...
But what was the man doing with this fruity whipped desert-topping? He was huffing. Huffing! Who does that? Who does that at The Farmland??
So, naturally, I didn't know what to do. Should I interupt him? He seemed to be having a good time- Who am I to burst that toxin-induced bubble of happiness? In the end I decided he wasn't hurting anybody and I left him be. I few minutes later he came through my line to pay for the aforementioned bottle, and I can only describe him in one word: Fucked.
He left me with a feeling of disillusionment. What is this world coming to that a man has to get his kicks in such an inconcievable fashion? How do you get to the point that you're buying drugs in the dairy section of your local grocery store?
Gawrsh.
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| Time: | 1:07 am. |
| Mood: |  sleepy. |
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Thursday, July 21st, 2005
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Step 1: Shower, dress, get ready for a night on the town.
Step 2: Hop into your car of choice, listen to "pump up" music, drive out into suburbia.
Step 3: Drive aimlessly around suburbia. Realize that there's nothing to do.
Step 4: Head to your local Dunkin Donuts and lurk around the back door. [heh, back door]
Step 5: Grab massive bag-o-bagel/donut from an unsuspecting Dunkin Donuts worker.
The desired result?? Food/Amo for all your digestive/violently rebelious needs!
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Step 1: Go out at night. Allow yourself to be ravaged by mosquitos.
Step 2: Stratch bites from aforementioned ravaging until they begin to bleed.
Step 3: Allow blood to congeal and scab to form.
Step 4: Pick scab until it begins to bleed.
Step 5: Repeat Steps 3-4 until a scar is visible.
The Result? Attractively spotted skin for all your summer fashions!!
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Yes, I have graduated. The ceremony was really fucking hot and sweaty and essentially pointless, but I suffered through it-- And now I have all these wonderful graduation parties to go to, which is quite possibly the best thing to ever happen to me. You can basically just walk into anyones house all over town, eat lots of good food, and have people congratulate you for putting in little to no effort over a 12 year span.
So far I would have to say that Bobby Nine Times had the best party, as the adults were drunkenly entertaining us with their singing of Queen/slash their inability to sit on a couch without falling. Mr. Matthews, you're the man.
So that's basically everything that's going on. I've decided to wear my white flowy skirt everyday, and I'm quite confident in that decision. I've also gained at least a solid 5 pounds from grad parties etc. in the past 2 weeks. I'm almost tempted to see how far I can push things until my clothes don't fit, but on the other hand, I shouldn't. So basically, if you see me eating, stop me.
By any means neccesary.
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[Notice: a bored lemon and an asian lemon look identical]
It's just shy of 3:30, my hair and make-up are done, my jewelry is on, and I'm wearing my gloves with my fuzzy yellow bathrobe. Basically, I get to sit like this for an hour, at which point the dress will go on, so I can sit around some more until the inevitable click click clicking of cameras. What am I doing to pass the time, you ask? Drinking apple juice, listening to Dynamite hack, and typing away. It gets me in the mood.
Anyway, post-prom I think some people are sleeping over here, and we'll probably drink more apple juice and listen to more Dynamite hack, in true Kathryn fashion. Tomorrow morning the treck towards North Conway begins. 12 or so people, age 17 to 20, without supervision for three nights. Will we survive? Will we be capable of feeding/clothing/bathing/burping ourselves? We shall see.
I guess I'll go sit on the couch or something.
By the by, if anyone cries tonight I might stab them through the eye with a safety pin. Consider yourself warned.
Peace.
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| Mood: |  pensive. | | Music: | elliott smith- clementine. |
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When my mom saw my car after the "Tess the mud-monster" incident, she said "Now, this is why I'm worried about you being in the city. You try to bring a dog home in Boston and you'll end up in a drug house."
And yes, insanity does run in the family.
To wrap up this whole 'high school' thing, I'm not going to lie and say it's been a blast. I won't miss the authority, the requirements, nor the schedule. I won't miss the librarians. I won't miss the lunch ladies. (you may have won the battle, but I will win the war! [angry hand shake])I won't miss those insufferably stupid girls who can't seem to master walking in their own shoes. I won't miss the teachers who get off on the supposed control they have over their students. And more importantly, I won't miss Ms. Lynn... At all.
But, to be honest, I will miss seeing many of your gorgeous faces day after day, and I'm forever indebted to many of you for making everything more enjoyable.
And now, as I raise my theoretical online glass of premium box'o'wine, I toast you all to the future. Here's to what comes next. [chug]
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Kathleen "Floor" Kelly has a hickey on her jugular. The only reasonable conclusion?: She has fallen for a vampire.
That is all for now.
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Tuesday, April 26th, 2005
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Firstly, I'm going to Emmanuel next year. However, I just found out that if I don't maintain the 3.5 gpa I need to keep my scholarship, I lose any and all scholarship money. No good, you crazy catholics-No good at all.
Secondly, I'm getting a new phone tonight. This means we can all say goodbye to Gus,[goodbye Gus!] and welcome, with open arms, the young Jethro. I met a Dutch man named Jethro over vacation. He made a mean cheese sandwich.
And now, my story:
So Greg and I were leaving school today and this cute doggie stumbled out of the woods, ownerless. Naturally, we patted said doggie on his cute little doggie head, and Greg discovered (after some clever detective work) that the dog lived on Grove street, which was quite a walk away. We began to walk with doggie towards the lebaron, wondering what we should do.
At this point, the doggie ran into a backyard and began to roll about in the mud, to which we replied "ohh, no doggie. oh, no." Then I called 411 and found the number of the address to be unlisted.
Some time later, once the doggie was out of site and susceptible to harm, we drove around the neighborhood and re-found the dirty little thing. We pounced, Greg discovered the dog to be named,'Tess' and he found her phone number. Phone number was called, message was left, and the only option left was to put the muddy Tess into the back of my beautiful car and drive her back to Grove Street.
However, to my dismay, the owners of Tess had moved from their house on Grove Street to Longfellow Road- aka, the road we found her on. We stayed for awhile and chatted with a little boy named Antonio, who had some kick ass pajamas, and apparently only goes to school on Sundays and Mondays. Then, one muddy trip later, that cute little doggie that stumbled out of the woods was back with her rightful family. Crisis evaded.
And you should see my backseat.
And the new pope is a nazi. Literally.
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I saw the new dentist today. She told me I had two cavities. Then she told me she thinks my wisdom teeth are coming in.
I got my wisdom teeth pulled two years ago.
Enough said.
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Saturday, April 2nd, 2005
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As you all should know, Duncan is insane. However, on some days, he makes sense. Today is one of those days:
DAM16 1986: soo u hear about the pope
DAM16 1986: god killed him
wenchie 42 0: finally
DAM16 1986: yeah
DAM16 1986: if u think about it he is like the closets thing we have to the emperor of the world
DAM16 1986: if aliens came to earth theyd have to deal with him
DAM16 1986: but i hope they dont come for another couple of weeks bc we be popeless
DAM16 1986: which reminda me of a time this summer wen it was hot and i was pop less
DAM16 1986: i enjoy cherry flavored ice pops
wenchie 42 0: who doesn't
DAM16 1986: they should make a cherry flavored pope
wenchie 42 0: I agree
DAM16 1986: a cherry flavored ice pope
He got me thinking. The concept of an edible pope on a stick has been circulating the streets for years now, but there has always been on problem: The pope just tastes too pope-y! Thus, with a bit of cherry flavoring we can all unite over an iced cherry pope-pop. As a result: The catholics will befriend the jews, the whites will befriend the blacks... the students of Reading Memorial High School will befriend Gary Hart. Harmony.
.... I'm just kidding. We will never befriend Gary Hart. He stole my chocolate milk.
G'day.
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Tuesday, March 22nd, 2005
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[Note: the above smiley face looks far more constipated than it does distressed.... Think about it]
wenchie 42 0: Jen
wenchie 42 0: I've been online for almost 8 days
jjjjeeennnnnn: kathryn
jjjjeeennnnnn: is that healthy?
wenchie 42 0: Is there a clinic I can go to?
jjjjeeennnnnn: im sure there is, i can help you with it but right now im working on a project with lez
jjjjeeennnnnn: liz
jjjjeeennnnnn: wow
jjjjeeennnnnn: ok so i'll be back later to help you, keep stong my dear
wenchie 42 0: In my time of need, you leave
jjjjeeennnnnn: giving me a guilt trip are you?
jjjjeeennnnnn: psh
wenchie 42 0: I'll be writing a journal entry about this
wenchie 42 0: And then, you'll be hearing from my lawyer
If Jen won't help me, who will?
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Tuesday, March 15th, 2005
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[Read This]
I could go on about how peta sucks for days, but I'll keep this short. In regards to the orangutan so rightly named "Bam Bam," I highly doubt he'll be beaten and dumped on the side of the road. That fucking monkey is famous! I mean, sure, he may be a bit high-maintanence, but then again, what soap actor isn't?
Listen Peta, I'm just not convinced. Look at the taco bell dog. Thing looks like a fucking rat and it will never have to work another day for the rest of it's life! You call that un-ethical treatment? I call it show business.
Living the good life --->
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So, kids, in a matter of days I'll be sending a large quantity of pictures, primary of YOU, into the senior slide show. But before I do, I plan to give you all an opportunity to veto certain pictures. Cause, you know, sometimes a parent doesn't want to see their drunken child blown up on a screen.
Anyway, if you don't tell me otherwise, it's fair game:
http://community.webshots.com/user/kipple102
http://community.webshots.com/user/kipple101
http://www.picturetrail.com/quack
http://www.picturetrail.com/quack2
Thank you for your time, G'night
Note to Self: Brothers being home=Good, Almost getting in trouble=Bad
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So I completely missed Gus's 1st birthday, and I feel pretty shitty about it. Thus, I gave him another makeover, and he looks beautiful.
I really can't believe I've been doing this for a year, and I don't know if that's an accomplishment or simply a sad fact of life- But either way, it is what it is. Moreover, I'm really worried about the future of our generation when it comes down to all this livejournal, myspace, etc. crap. I hope I'm not still online all the time when I'm 30. That would be just a little too sad to take.
[Note: I in no way intend to offend any 30-year-old online addicts out there. It's not you, it's me.]
Goodnight Gussy.
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If you're reading this then you already know, today is a snow day. Snow days truly are one of life's simple pleasures. Just like bottled root beer.
Anyways, today has been nice. I watched about 7 episodes of sex and the city and drank some hot cocoa with mini pre-packaged marshmallows, and came to the conclusion that marshmallows should be called 'marshmellows,' because thats how I pronouce it, and because they are in fact a very mellow food. Come to think of it, I'm not really sure if they count as a food. The nutrition value is probably about equal to that of jello. mellow jello.
But yes, after the marshmellows, I shoveled. It was quite bad. The snow is really wet and heavy and some guy at my neighbors house kept distracting me with questions. And now I have work at 3, which reminds me of the Farmland asshole customers of the month of February. They are as follows:
This one woman, let's call her Susan was accidentaly charged for a tray of lasagna instead of a little plastic box of salad. Naturally, she wanted some money back. However, she had paid with a credit card.
You see, when one pays with a credit card, one must put the refund back onto said credit card. My co-worker completed said steps with her Farmland-esk ease. This is where the problem began. Susan became infuriated and claimed that a similar situation had occured at Filenes, but that the credit never actually registered onto her card and she had to track it down. She was informed that she could simply call her credit card company to check, which made her even angrier as this was apparently "not her problem." Old Sue then refused to sign the slip from the original sale and asked that the manager be called. In turn, my manager informed her that not signing the slip does not stop the sale from being processed and that there was simply nothing else to be done. Susan said we were selling her something without proper authorization and stormed off in a rage.
And now, asshole number two (another woman. no surprises here):
The second woman, let's just call her Betsy, seemed perfectly calm at first. She purchased sliced mushrooms and butter from another of my esteemed coworkers. I see now that it must have been for a mushroom & baby souffle.
Betsy asked to see where the prices could be located on her purchases, at which point my coworker pointed to the sticker on the butter and explained that, as the mushrooms are sold by the pound [code 392], there was no fixed prices written on them. This made for an angry Betsy. As her voice grew shrill, she stated that in Massachusetts you must have the price written on anything you sell and that our delectable mushrooms where breaking the law. My fellow cashier helplessly reiterated that mushrooms are sold by the pound, not the package. Just like Susan, Betsy stormed from the storm.
However, it didn't end there. Betsy called. I answered the phone. She asked for the manager, I transfered her to her office. A few minutes later, she called back. With a sigh, I answered the phone again and was greeted with a verbal assault about someone else picking up my managers phone or something of that nature. She went on and on about how we had lost her as a customer and how she was going to call the state and shut us down. I replied with an "I don't know what you want me to do," and then transfered her yet again.
Betsy and Susan are examples of what not to do at a grocery store. Do not take your anger out on the poor cashiers. Frankly, we don't care about Filenes or about the state shutting us down. Leave us to flourish in our bubble of cashiering bliss.
Oh, and Betsy, as for your little threat. Farmland is gunna keep on keepin on. So fuck you.
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Tuesday, February 15th, 2005
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So we're all sitting at lunch last week, having a grand old time for ourselves when, out of the corner of my eye, I see Kathleen awkwardly caressing her plump, ripe orange. As we all notice her actions, the conversation ceases and the universal focal point is an orange sphere of juicy goodness.
A creepy smile drifts across her face with a care-free ease she hasn't shown since the night she became known as "Floor." It appears she is about to peel the orange and devour each section, savoring the flavor. Perhaps realizing we are watching a little too intently, we all shift in our chairs and try to revitalize the conversation. After all, she's only peeling her orange...
Then suddenly, *wham* Kathleen thrusts her finger into the fruity orifice of her helpless victim. Juice oozes out as she gives her thumb a defiantly dirty wiggle. "What are you doing?!!" we all shout.
"Well, this is how you peel an orange," she protests. And yet, seeing the look on our faces she allows the fruit to slip from her grasp. It slumps, defiled, into a pathetic heap on the lunch table, and softly begins to cry.
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Tuesday, February 8th, 2005
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 | You scored as Sandy. You are an easygoing idealist. You follow your own internal values and also know how to have a good time. Make sure that you are not so easygoing and fun seeking that you don't ever realize your ideals.
Sandy | | 78% | Jimmy | | 56% | Oliver | | 44% | Marissa | | 39% | Summer | | 33% | Anna | | 33% | Luke | | 33% | Caleb | | 28% | Kirsten | | 22% | Seth | | 22% | Hailey | | 6% | Julie | | 6% | Ryan | | 0% | </td>
What OC character are you?
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Tuesday, February 1st, 2005
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The bell rings at RMHS as students crowd the hallway. Admist the little girls in adult bodies and the blood-shot eyes, the gossip, heels and fake designer bags, an artsy type skips quietly with princess slippers as bright as her smile. Cup of tea in hand, she stares ahead into the sea of faces looking for someone who might lend her their physics homework.
Out of the blue the blur of bodies parts and an all-too-familiar face becomes all she can see. She runs toward him, a single tear glistening as it slids down her cheek. The two collide. He picks her up in his embrace and spins her with those all-too-familiar arms.
But before she can stammer together a sentence, the bell rings, waking her up from the standard post-lunch nap. He was gone. He was a dream. And it's all too familiar.
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Start going to both lunches!!!
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disappointed.
mellow.
full.
dirty.
missing the mullet.
distressed.
dorky.
My feet are cold.
accomplished.
hopeful.