"My sainted FDR-liberal grandma was afflicted with Alzheimer’s, and did not recognize me for the last few years of her life. It is a very unpleasant disease, although I can’t say she ever really suffered. She was no more than a shell of a human being by the end, but she was comfortable and pain-free and surrounded by people who loved her even if she didn’t know who they were."

There is something painfully powerful about that last bit and it makes me want to cry. On a positive note, Under the Sheets by Ellie Goulding is a fucking brilliant song.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING.

(I am thankful for you.)

Current Mood: exhausted

[2:20:38 PM] tappaniii says: By the way, regarding the New Moon soundtrack:
[2:20:46 PM] Kaaaatherine. says: I'm worried
[2:20:54 PM] tappaniii says: My music-god friend said that (despite the fact that he hates the Twilight series) the soundtrack is amazing
[2:20:55 PM] Kaaaatherine. says: It sounded utterly fucking fantastic amazing in the movie
[2:20:58 PM] tappaniii says: About what, dear?
[2:21:02 PM] Kaaaatherine. says: The OST
[2:21:06 PM] Kaaaatherine. says: It sounded glorious in the movie
[2:21:12 PM] tappaniii says: No, what are you worried about?
[2:21:25 PM] Kaaaatherine. says: But I know I listened to like, two of the songs beforehand, and I know that they were just okay
[2:21:44 PM] Kaaaatherine. says: FUCK YEAH JUST TORRENTED THE NEW YU-GI-OH WORLD CHAMPION GAME, KISS MY ASS SETO KAIBA


At least he loves me :D

Current Mood: okay

I am eating saltless pretzels from Publix and they are delicious.

Current Mood: thankful

I met her sometimes last thursday, watching her comb her hair on a park bench.
hey, you're beautiful. hi. what's going on?
i fall in love.

"don't love me" she says, so i
build my love in the dirt, a hole, so that she can't find it. she does, and smiles like a teacher.

"be careful about who you love," she says, so i then
try to look at architecture for ideas on how to be safe.
a girl has a sandcastle across the street from me. looks safe.
so i build my love out of tall sticks to keep bad things out.
she gets upset and tells me how fast it will catch fire.

"never love stupidly," she says with melted popsicle eyes.
so i put a moat around it.
she can swim, though, so, she says,

"love me with all of you, don't hold back"
so i asked her to move in and she said no.

"love me more and i might."
i covered my house in diamonds, made it taller, grander, without boundary.
it gleamed in the sunlight, the most beautiful thing, shining wonderful all over the grass
bigger and better than any sandcastle.

"don't love me so shallowly!" she screams, diamonds melting from her eyes now
i realise that i must be doing this all wrong. maybe the first time was better
she was smiling, then.
so i dug a hole under the castle, filled it with trinkets and security blankets
old photographs and teasets.
she sighs.

"let's just start over, try this love thing out again."
i tore it all down and buried it after burning it. sat on the hill i made, and loved her.
she seemed better.

"love me forever, like you'll always protect me."
i built my love out bricks and bones and blood, told her i'd love her forever if she'd just let me.
the girl was patient and clumsy and swayed back and forth like a rocking horse.

"i don't love you."

i sat in my house for a while. a weeks later, she knocked on my door, burnt and wet, covered in dirt and diamonds, splinters in her hair.

"love me," she begged, sobbing. "love me, love me!"

i walked outside, and she breathed in hope, but i smiled like a principal, telling her that a detention was in order.

"i don't love you," said i. my house disappears again and
across the street, i can see a sandcastle crumbling
washing away with all the water.

Current Mood: good

[12:17:56 AM] Kaaaatherine. says: Billy's insight is that you picked your nose so vigorously that you have unwittingly attacked your own temporal lobe, causing headaches.
[12:17:58 AM] Wobbert says: Mmhmm.
[12:18:04 AM] Kaaaatherine. says: :|
[12:18:20 AM] Wobbert says: Well, technically, that would make my finger a brain tumor.
[12:18:35 AM] Wobbert says: It's just a mass of cells that keep reproducing in a place they shouldn't be.
[12:18:38 AM] Kaaaatherine. says: HAHA
[12:18:41 AM] Wobbert says: MY FINGERS ARE TUMORS
[12:18:43 AM] Wobbert says: OH GOD
[12:18:43 AM] Kaaaatherine. says: FLKESDFDKSJDFSAFdgv
[12:18:48 AM] Kaaaatherine. says: BROTHER NOOOOOOOOOO

Current Mood: LOL

Summer is officially over for me. School tomorrow.
Developmental Psychology with allegedly one of the best teachers ever? I hope so D:
And then College Algebra. I hear I will fail this.


AWWRIIIIIIIIGHTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

Current Mood: rejected

I smell like cucumber&watermelon, whatever is in Kendra hair curlyfier, and cherry blossoms. I just brushed my teeth and showered. I am listening to Modest Mouse. I am going to the beach on Monday. My Yugioh deck is beast.

I think this is how sixteen year olds should live.

Current Mood: relaxed

^that's me.

Happy Independence Day, America-dwellers! (:

Current Mood: accomplished

Happy Birthday to me! :D

[12:06:14 AM] Cammycakes says: So whats the first thing your want to do now that your 16?
[12:06:50 AM] Kaaaatherine. says: I REALLY NEED TO PEE ACTUALLY.


<3

Current Mood: hot

Man walks into a bar, /b/. Sits down at the counter and orders a beer. He doesn't really say much for a while, but he sits there and drinks his beer. Orders another one, sits and drinks. Now this goes on for quite a while, but he doesn't bother anyone so no one really cares. After about an hour, he starts to burst into tears. No one really wants to deal with a crying man, so they don't bother, but after a while it gets annoying. One guy, tough man, gets up and says "Hey, you wanna shut the fuck up, man?!" Man just goes on crying into his glass. This pisses off the tough guy so he grabs him by the collar and gets ready to kick his ass. The bartender steps in. "Hey, Let him go or you're both out of here." the big man complies and during this, the other guy stopped his wailing. They both take back their seats. The bartender looks over to him and says "Now, what's aching ya, buddy?" The man looks up, eyes red and takes a breath. "My wife left me this morning. She said that after I lost my job, She needed someone who could provide. Took the kids and everything and left." Bartender understands, but tries to reassure the man either way. "Well, cmon now. Plenty of fish in the sea. At least you got rid o' them damn kids, eh? He he he-" "You don't understand! They were everything and now they're gone! I need one more beer. One LAST beer. Then I'm going to take my car and drive it off the nearest cliff." The bartender sees that this man is not joking but he's willing to at least give an attempt to save him. "Well, even if your wife up and left and took the kids and house, there's still something you haven't lost." Man looks up and says "Yeah, what?"

Bartender looks at him and says, "The game."

Current Mood: uncomfortable

What the fuck just happened on House. What the fuck. Why.

Last season's ending was infinitely better, imo. Someone explain what's going on and I will draw you a picture of anything.

Current Mood: indescribable

[7:26:37 PM] Alan Chan says: howe many molars are you suppose to have?
[7:26:47 PM] Kaaaatherine. says: Four to eight
[7:27:18 PM] Alan Chan says: brb
[7:27:55 PM] Kaaaatherine. says: LOL WHY ARE YOU TELLING ME THIS YOU'RE IN MY FUCKING HOUSE

Current Mood: focused

do you hear it DO YOU HEAR IT

the sound of my hymen growing back.

Current Mood: I LIKE THE RAAAIINNN

ITS CAPYBARA TIEM!!!!!!!!!!!

( TOTALLY IMAGE HEAVY AND BEAUTIFUL <3 <3 <3 )

Current Mood: I AM THE BEST YEAH

I have taken to playing Mario Kart for the DS in my tote bag. Excellent fun.

Also, sketching whatever is going on at the moment. I am very fond of drawing naked women and myself as a sea monster.

Current Mood: groggy