"I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints - the sinners are much for fun. You know that only the good die young." -Billy Joel-

“You can’t change things; we’re all stuck in our ways. It’s like trying to change the ocean – what, do you think you can drain it?” –Jenny Lewis-

“Work & play, they’re never okay to mix the way we do.” –Jimmy Eat World-

The following statements all conclude with exclamation points, but I am only truly excited about two of them.

1.       I worked hard today but I made some good money for the trip to D.C.!

2.       I just saw my friend John on national TV in the second episode of NBC’s “Conviction”!

3.       I’m staying in on a Saturday to do a project & write an article!

 
EDIT: Staying in on a Saturday fries your brain. Thanks, Elise. Sheesh. I suck.

“Baby, black, black is all you see. Don’t you want to be free?” –Cat Power-

It’s funny, sometimes, the things you realize when you’re lying to yourself. When you’re trying to tell yourself that everything is alright & it’s really not, little realizations come creeping in, seeping in, through cracks in the lies & they hit you hardest because you thought you’d shielded yourself from the truth.

I’m lost again, I think. It’s that old feeling, the one I always had at OU, that there’s not really anyone here who knows me, or who cares about me like I care about them. I’m sick of people being fake, staying in relationships and friendships for the sake of the words & for the sanity of the people around them. I see what’s going on but I’m too much of a coward to act on anything… for the sanity of the people around me.

It’s funny that the people who like me best are the ones who know me least. I wonder what that says about me – am I, deep down, someone who’s not worth liking once you get to know me? On the other hand, I wonder what it says about the people who know me – do they have me pigeonholed, or do they REALLY know? Have I been given the chance to be myself? Does ANYONE know "myself"?

Also funny is that lately, the only place where I feel like a normal person is when I’m at school, and in the Stater office. Funny because I don’t know any of those people, and only three or four of them actually even know my name. But I’m myself when I’m writing in there & swapping stupid stories with people I’ve never really met. And the fact that I realize that is, perhaps, the most pathetic realization on the planet.

There are a lot of people I know, Kent State people, with whom I desperately want to be friends. But you can't be desperate about friendship because then you alweays feel like you owe the other person something, for taking you in when you practically begged them to. So even though there are these people I like so desperately much, I don't do anything about it because you can't force a friendship & you can't expect these people to desperately want to be YOUR friend...

Note: Don't comment on this if you're going to be patronizing.

“This is comatose – just let me out.” –Brandtson-

The Oscars do not excite nearly as much as Desperate Housewives & Grey’s Anatomy. I am, therefore, unhappy with tonight’s feature presentation. Luckily, there’s an SVU marathon on.

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Best quote of the weekend: “She’s like, ‘I think I’m pregnant,’ and I want to be like, ‘No, you’re just FAT!’”

I took all of nine pictures this weekend. Blahhhh. This one is the best of them, primarily because before we took it, Megan said, “Look creepy.” And so… we did.

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My body hurts in, like, nineteen individual places. I fell in the street on Friday in a boy-band pose & I fell again on Saturday – this time down a flight of wet wooden stairs. Also, Michelle’s bed has no egg crate underneath, so my body pretty much molded into the mattress, giving me a stiff neck and… basically a stiff everything else.

I want it to be Spring Break. Semesters are way to effing long. I despise them. I’m sick of Print Beat… I wish I were going somewhere fun over break, instead of picking up more shifts at the Nat… I wish I had any money, ever, and that I was getting more than a measly $60 back for my tax returns… bah humbug.

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If you’re the praying kind, now would be the time to do so.

 My Waterworks friend Zach is in a medically induced coma because his kidneys are failing, among other things. Lisa’s older brother, Adam, with whom I graduated, was admitted to the hospital today for low platelet count. It’s not looking good for either of them.

On top of that, my grandpa is sick & Marisa’s mother had surgery yesterday.

Why does this time of year hate this town so much?

  Bless those in need of healing

With r’fuah sh’lema

The renwal of body,

The renewal of spirit…

And let us say: Amen.

“Faith, I got faith. It's dangerous to worry so much.” –onelinedrawing-

You know you’ve reached pseudo-celeb status when there’s a Facebook group created about you… at a school you no longer attend! Thanks, Meg. I adore everyone who cared enough to join the “Eat Shit, Kent State – You Don’t Deserve Kate [insert my last name here]!” group.

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          *this beaut of a pic graces the photo portion of the group

I have an annotated bibliography due tomorrow that is most certainly NOT complete. And I can’t get to Lexis-Nexis from home. Effff.