Life...ish

This is curious. Normally I'd laugh gleefully at the oppertunity to be trapped on Dmitri all day on a Saturday.

But now that I'm actually stuck here, I want nothing more then to wander off.

I'm such a cat.

~Sor

I've posted more song lyrics in the past two days then in the rest of this journal combined...

"And why is it the one we want to hear us is always deaf
To all that we say?
And why is it the words that would convey what we feel won't come?
I must speak to myself alone..."

Dear Brad. You and your well-fitting lyrics make my brain hurt. Yes, I know your the coolest neighbor I will ever have. But I forbid you from ever writing more songs, because THEY'D probably make my brain hurt, too, and that annoys me.

Luv, Kat.

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Soyeahlife

Because I haven't spammed you guys enough recently.

I think that I have to be going on a grand adventure back in time some soon, so I won't bother to write everything out. I'm just going to leave you the list of things to write about. If you think about something else, let me know.

Things to write about:

Bird by Bird
Germany
LitMag cds
Pit and hanging out yesterday
The fact that Veronica is almost sinfully more attractive then I am, and that she has a good ninty percent of the boys that we know falling over themselves for her and being all like "Veronicayaycuddlelustwantgood!"
Good ideas for torture. Because, you know...random reasons. >.> <.<

I think I'm stretching now. And that fifth one is hardly true, but then again, half the boys I'm thinking it's not true for haven't met her. Well, one. Shut up brain, you're not helping.

...Why am I bitter? Ah yes, age old girl-excuse: "It's that time of month"

You know what's going to suck? Being stuck in London for ten days in close quarters with 14 other females, guarenteeing that SOMEONE is going to be PMSing on any given day. Yeeeeeah.

Girls suck.

I gotta go play now. See you cats and kittens later!

~Sor
MOOP!

(Heh, I almost wrote "MOP!" that would have been quite amusing.)