Good... And Good for You

when i'm blue there are two things i do to cheer myself up (besides having a massive chocolate binge)... #1 i go to the pet store and play with the puppies. #2 i go to my home ward and hang out with the youth. i just spent three days and two nights doing #2. i'm very happyfor you see it turns out that i'm a thin, super model/ pop star, who needs neither make up nor a comb. every muscle in my back is relaxed, as i apparently need to be nurtured and massaged non stop, even while walking across the plains. i'm also ready to collapse. and quite frankly my neck has been rubbed raw. i would really like to sleep for several years now. wake me up when i'm 40.

time to trek. oh! and relax on the beach. are you guys gonna miss me? i bet you'll miss me.

yesterday, blogspot was my only friend. i was bordering on obsessed, and i'm hoping that none of you have site meters. before you pass judgement on me, let me just say that i was really bored yesterday. so bored, and lazy, and migrainey that the idea of leaving my apartment caused me physical discomfort. and also, before you start humming the police's "i'll be watching you" stalker song to me, i want you to know that i've placed restrictions on myself today. and i also have big plans to get real friends today, even though i'll most likely talk to them in comment form ("'lol... that story made me laugh out loud. you rock my world.' posted by kat on 6/17/03 at 1:03 pm."). i hear real people can be nice too, even though they tell you that they like your "crazy hair" ("is it CRIMPED?!"), and explain that you'd be a demanding girl friend. and even though they take you away from your real friends on blogspot. so ple...

why ? why ?!?! i mean really what's the point! i am a stupid, STUPID person. i can't believe i thought that living in provo would be a good idea. clearly i should've stayed in salt lake! it's so clear !! and liz, you should've stayed in salt lake with me. hind sight is 20/20 . why do the fates conspire against me? WHY ?!?!?! i never should've quit su casa . **ok. maybe this will help. david boreanaz went in and ate at su casa. sigh... liz's older sister waited on him. sigh... does this make more sense now?

i've run out of things to say. i blame summer.

thus endeth the blogger marathon.

how much does a man live, after all? does he live a thousand days, or one only? for a week, or for several centuries? how long does a man spend dying? what does it mean to say "for ever"? pablo neruda

sigh... sometimes i want to go up to people who are frustrating me, grab them by the shoulders, shake them, and say, "will you just be normal?!" i think someday i will go on a shaking spree. who knows. it could be a good thing.