Good... And Good for You

a conversation i had yesterday... person: where's liz? me: i don't know. person: is she in her apartment? me: i don't know. person: why did you buy artichokes at the grocery store? me: i don't know. person: how do you cook them? me: i don't know. person: where's that fella of yours? me: i don't know. person: how are things going with him? me: i don't know. person: how was "american idol"? me: i don't know. person: you don't know very much. me: ...i know.

i used to think i was a social person. oh no! turns out i was acting under a misapprehension. i am not a social butterfly type person. i am a recluse. all day today i've been doing everything in my power to get a little alone time. EVERYTHING!! i just want to sit on the couch and read my book, but people keep on coming over. i went so far as to lock the door, but i didn't have the heart to ignore the constant knocking. i feel that i can type this entry without worry because i can say without hesitation that i would love a day long visit from every single person i know who might read this. to all of you i say, help me. help me!! take me somewhere. somewhere quiet. please... please.

my parents took a vacation to las vegas and stopped in provo on their way home. as they peeled themselves out of the car we had the following conversation... mom: hi me: hi. how was the trip? mom: good. you'll never guess who we saw. me: who? mom: guess. me: sigfried? mom: no me: roy? mom: no. me: one of the tigers? mom: this is someone you care about. me: in las vegas? mom: your dad took a picture with them. me: oh. who? mom: sarah michelle gellar me: ...no. mom: yes. me: no!! mom: yes. me: wow... just...i...who...wha..wow. cool story, right? my mom and dad met the star of "buffy". but then later, when i was bragging about it to emily, i noticed my mom chuckling... me: what? mom: nothing. me: you did see buffy, right? mom: yep me: and dad had his picture taken with her, right? mom: yep. she's doing her fighting pose. me: cool. you guys are so cool. i didn't used to think you guys were cool, but this has completely changed my mind. i just want you both to know tha...

apparently the color that best represents me is... "Champagne A sophisticated soul like you is best matched with a classic color that's always tastefully chic. That's why Champagne is your perfect pairing. You're probably known for your impeccable taste in everything from clothes to music to restaurants. And it wouldn't surprise us if you also had an unparalleled ability to know just what to say or do to handle almost every situation gracefully. Don't get the idea that your simple elegance ever makes you boring: You've got a charming flavor that makes others hang on your words to the last drop — and you're not afraid to let your bubbly personality sparkle. Sure, you may get teased at times for your love of life's finer things, but you've got diplomatic skills that are likely to take you far, both in social, and professional, situations. So here's to you, Champagne. Cheers! "

i function so much better in the summer. i'm seriously considering hybernating next winter. summer kat is happy and friendly and easy going and sunshiney. winter kat is grouchy and over sensitive and always hungry and unmotivated. summer kat is good. winter kat is evil. this may sound a little extreme but... well... it should, because it is a concept which is both extreme and complex. i am a very complex person. sometimes i'm good, and sometimes i'm evil, and sometimes i'm... well there's really just the two. you get my point though, don't you?

i wanna be part of the club . can i play guys? can i?!

...for showing me this .

i've come to the conclusion that my guardian angel was working overtime today. picture this, i went swimming with em this evening. at one point, after having raced, i stood in the shallow end and talked to emily. i splashed my hands in the water lazily, enjoying the beautiful spring day. eventually i looked down and realized that i was enjoying the spring air a little too fully as my swimsuit top had completely fallen down to my belly button. i screamed and pulled my swimsuit back up only to find that is had disintegrated and i was essentially wearing toilet paper. here's where my guardian angel came to the rescue. even though she'd been busy all day keeping me sane, she still had the energy at this very auspicious moment to somehow distract the entire villa, thus saving me from pure mortification. i don't know what she did, but for those 30 seconds NOBODY in the entire world was looking at me. tomorrow i go swim suit shopping.