I Scream! I Scream!

Hi, I'm danger,
Hi, I'm gangster,
Hi, I'm mightier than any power ranger.

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School started today! Yay! Right? Right. So, in the past week or so since I’ve blogged, I’ve gotten new clothes, shoes, a massive pile of binders, textbooks, and a back ache. I finished all of my homework though, and all of my papers are signed. I have a binder for Physic’s which I was switched into without my knowing (I guess Psych was full ): ). I’m all set. Overall, today was pretty good. I saw tons of people from middle school and found out, Maddie has to play football. Can you even imagine that? Haha that made my day. Now, I’m going to end this blog and go shower, ‘because my back aches. Ugh. OH! I found a band called Blood on the Dance Floor, they are amazing and from my neck of the woods. Dahvie Vicious, is it? Yes, I think so. I don’t feel like Googling it, so we’ll assume that’s right. Yes, well, he and Garret are amazing.
Oh and smelyalata is amazig too. I now know my favorite songs of the moment.
i. smalyalata- NeverShoutNever
ii. She Makes Dirty Words Sound Pretty- Vic and Jonny
iii. Fer Sure- Medic Droid
iv. Let’s Start a Riot- Blood On the Dance Floor
v. The Balcony Scene- Pierce the Veil
I think that’s it. I’m drawing a blank and it’s almost eleven. I’mma go now.
Byes yous guys. I loves you.
Haha, extra ‘s’s are amazing.

omfgbbq!

PS. I got to touch Daniel's hair. I was so excited. His hair is soft.

He said he didn't care if I touched it. :D Forever smilies for Eddie, who I almost called Luis O.O...weird.

So, I'm At the End of the Rope

So, my font is not going to stay amazing and pretty when I copy and paste this into the little “post blog crap here” box, but whatever. I got my summer reading assignment yesterday, so I figure I’ll work on the next week. Eddie sent me an email, wanna read it. Here:
“Okay, I apologize for what I've done. I've avoided you. And I feel like an utter douche, cunt monkey with Type 17 Demi aids (which I think is the worse) anddeserve to go live in a land filled with teletubbies. But I have worse news than that. Well, not really, better for me, and WAY news to you. I dunno why I kept this from you seeing that you should've known. Probobly to protect your feelings, or save Angel's ass. i dunno. But after that first chat you had with him on MSN, he blocked you.
Not only that, but I've "broken up" with Angel. I put this in quotes because Ashley insisted that Angel and I were dating. Yes, it may seem like that through the letters he sent to me, but that's no the case. That cunt hole was just....i dunno. He actually hurt me badly Katherine. He actually got me to lower my walls, and then he took a wreking ball to my asylum. I was devistated. So, just thought to let you know, Angel is a prick(sp) and needs to go get eaten by cannibles in Ethiopia, then get raped, then poisoned, shot, stabbed, and tarred and burned...then maybe get eaten by ethiopians.
Or get a castration preformed. I'd laugh if he ever did. well its pretty late now. Again...severe apologies, adn I hope you can forgive me. I know this doesnot exclude me from having aids...but its worth a shot.
ily...peace...crab people...condensation...and...i dunno.”
Okay, let me start with this. Back in 7th grade, a boy name Mason told me something that has stuck with me to this day (yeah, it hasn’t been that long, but still). He told me, I can say sorry all day long, but if I keep doing it, I’m not really sorry. So, Eddie can keep saying he’s sorry for not talking to me, but he still doesn’t talk to me on a daily basis. I mean, that really hurt my feelings. What the shit man “Okay, I apologize for what I’ve done. I’ve avoided you.” Fuck you too, Eddie. Who the hell do you think you are? I mean, it’s not like I was cruel to you or anything. I mean, I don’t recall being mean to you.
You have the nerve to keep in contact with Ashley, Ashley—who trashed you to your face. Ashley—who told you she hated you on a daily basis. Ashley—who dogged you behind your back. You keep in touch with her, but you leave me hanging. Fuck you man. Yeah, I burned your schedule when you got into Algebra I, and I got cut. You kept fuckin’ rubbing it in. You are being a total ass wipe. I can’t believe you. Oh my God, I am beyond pissed off about this. My feelings are actually hurt. I mean, my feelings haven’t really been hurt by someone I actually dare to care about since Thanksgiving of last year. Darn dude.
Yeah, this is a day late, but fuck you. Fuck you, fuck Angel. I don’t need to be your friend. What the hell was I thinking? Oh, like a relationship from middle school would actually last. I must of bee n out of my damn mind. My God. I am utterly speechless on this. Screw you man. I hope you don’t expect to us to be chill, like back in middle school. Fuckin’ Middle School bitches. And how the fuck are you gonna say you’re trying to protect my feelings by telling me that bullshit. You are an asswipe. You—good Lord. All right, let’s try another approach.
I don’t understand why you came out and told me this, but I thank you. I now know where we stand. Thanks for fucking up the last of what I thought was my good friendships. Yeah, you little bitch. I hope you get the occasion to read this. You are such a bitch.
Other than that little rant, my day was good. I permed my hair, and now it’s all shiny and purty. :D Well, I’mma go. I feel all sad on the inside.

“A hideous ecstasy of fear and vindictiveness…”

“A hideous ecstasy of fear and vindictiveness…”
Tomorrow is FCAT, unfortunately, and for some unexplainable reason, I’ve become irritated. I finished my essay, so I should be happy, right? Brandon is being a fucking douche bag. Oh! Shit! Here comes the rant:
What the fucking shit? I mean. I’m generally a good student. I turn in my homework, study, pay attention, help other kids, but somehow, when it comes to doing Tiffany’s grades, he can’t fucking add. Alright, so we did an extra credit activity involving surface area, volume, and area. I got a twenty a ten the first time, corrected it, and got a twenty. Understandable, correct? 10+10=20. But Tiffany for a fuckin’ twenty-two, checked it, and somehow got a goddamned forty-eight. How the shit did you get forty eight? 22+22=…48??? What the fuck? I hate that pedophile dick, Mr. Bakker, those damn facial pubes. Speaking of pubes, some girl left pubes on the toilet, and I’m gonna find out too. I mean, now I don’t want to even go in there anymore. >.>
I’m a bit drove. This blog is short, because I have to resume copying my essay long hand.
Bye.
KattKatastrophic®

Screenwriting an Apology

I would suppose, because Ashley was highly upset, that I owe her an apology for the "no one likes her like that" comment. What I said was unprecedented and mean, I'm sorry I was mad, but honestly, it's a blog and I was mad so what I said was to hurt your feeling intentionally. You do it all the time, but whatever, I'm sorry, okay Ashley.

THE END

KattKatstrophic

Ranch-flavored Goldfish are Falling From the Sky!

Your finger say to [c o m e]
But You're eyes say I should stop it

Okay people, so it’s been exactly twelve days since the last time I blogged, and sadly, there’s not much to report on. Although, so minor stuff happened.
Uno. I got into IB for next year.
Dos. I made a new friend, his name is Marcello, and he’s pretty chill.
Tres. My dislike of Mark grew a little.
Cuarto. I became tinkerbell. [I’ll elaborate later]
Cinco. We stared doing math I knew how to do already.
Seis. I made a decision that my friends don’t agree with.
So, here it goes. It’s twelve days until I hit one five, I’m not all that excited. Well, I am, but I’m uncomfortable, and pissed off because I forgot to put my laudry in the dryer, so my wardrobe(which consist mostly of dark clothes) is all out of wack. I don’t want to wear white. I don’t care if it’ll be dark, white glows. >:[ <---That’s my mad face. So, how about so sections?!
f.r.i.e.n.d.s.
So, I’m on speaking terms with Tiffany, but I no longer feel sympathy with her. She has changed categories, if you feel me. Like, at the beginning of the year, I thought I could, perhaps, trust her, that was wrong, and extremely naive of me to think. She’s a whore, she’s said so herself, and she did something that was horrible, that supposedly I did too [I didn’t]. Douche bag. Ashley is being strange, and almost clingy. I lub the girl, but she’s starting to step on my nerves, ever since that whole…cheap shot thing. Olivia is awesome; she’s my face eating, amazing friend. But back to Ashley, she needs to chill out. Not my fault no one likes her like that. –sighs- What happened to good old fashioned friendships, the ones not based on shallow, phallic, endeavors and vain attempts at finding “the one”. Oh, right, we hit puberty. Darn. I think I’m doing to endeavor to have more guy friends, at least I won’t have to worry about them trying to block…hopefully.
.m.o.n.e.y.
I owe fifteen sixty in book fines, I have to pay them down. My mom found out, and she says to break the habit. I loaned Chris a dollar, but later he gave me his potatoes so I’m supposed to forget all about it. I told him I would, so I guess we can consider it forgotten. I got the actual debit card on Tuesday, the one with my name on it. :] “Katherine E. don’tstalkme!”, It’s great. That’s going quiet well, I’m happy to inform.
.s.c.h.o.o.l.
I got a ‘C’ on my freaking Spanish test, but I guess that doesn’t account for the fact I haven’t done the oral part. Gahh, I have a headache, and I need to shower. I joined TSA, but it is extremely unorganized, and Blake [a local douche bag] is trying to use Adarius [ a local hot mess] as a puppet head, which I will not allow. That was my idea. Haha, no, but I’m secretary…hehe. I’m in TSA for photography, which isn’t all that exciting, but I get to touch a camera. Seizure kid, Zach, was back at school. Every time I look at thim, I’m afraid he might go into another seizure, so needless to say, we don’t speak—at all. I just ignore his comments now. We got a CCOT[Continuity and Change Over Time] essay for the weekend, and we’re supposed to read Chapter 22, all of that, plus the chapters I need to make up are basically my homework for this weekend. But that’s gonna wait because I’m going to the movies.

Keep talking
‘cause I love to hear your voice
I’m going to get dressed now.
G’evening.
KatKatastrophic™

two.twenty-three.o’ni

‘cause baby

you weren’t the |f|i|r|s|t| or the last or the [worst]
and we could sit around and cry
but frankly you’re not worth it anymore

today was…well, it was amazingly…moody, if you will. i’m slightly upset, because i was up way past eleven: forty-five, try more like one: thirty, so when it was time for me to wake up(at five am), i didn’t do it, i just kept hitting snooze. coincidently, my mom had a long night as well, she didn’t go to bed until four, and heaven forbid d.b. actually get up and wake all of us up. so we didn’t get started until six: thirty, i think, which made it six: forty-five/fifty, when we went to drop of bag. on the upside, my tardiness led to doughnuts, but then i realized i forgot my student pass for the bus, which meant i had to borrow a dollar from my mom, who was slightly mad, because after we left i said i had it(without checking). we got to school at seven: thirty something, and first period(aerospace technologies) was alright, i cut out three wing sections, putting me at a total of four. i have to sand them, but essentially they are all even. i have one more to cut out then i’ll be done with this portion my assignment, we’re making an eighteen inch wing, and i believe i’m going to paint mine some ‘hot color’. in the next period (algebra I), it was ghey. he was paying all the attention to liz, who….is liz, and my pencil, which i stupidly colored red with a sharpie was rubbing off on my hand, turning it red. then mr. smith came in and told me i had MAZE testing [it was a total breeze] next period, and to report to mrs. gulley’s classroom. so i did, and she gave the class candy, and in the midst of a bunch of loud tenth graders, i began my test. unfortunately, at roughly ten: thirty ^am this kid began having a seizure. it beyond freaked me out. he was red and making some demonic noise, and he was ridgid and spasming, and he fell out of the chair. mrs. gulley half caught him, i suppose that’s when he began foaming at the mouth, it apparently had blood in it. they’d since called mrs. anders, mr. smith, and he’d called nine-one-one, it took then ten minutes and forty-three seconds, from the time of the call to the arrival of the first set of paramedics. i didn’t want to look, so was focusing on my test, thus i don’t know all of the details. i passed the test, i suppose, betsy was freaking out, and sarah accused me being the one who was causing system failure [stupid little d.b], even though atm i was in alg. the rest of the day was boring. i used my debit card today, and bought snacks for the rest of the week…. alright.

i’m going to do my homework.

g’night lovelies.

katkatastrophic

two.twenty-two.o'nine

today i’ll live like you never exsisted
tonight i’ll listen to other people emotions
&& tomorrow i’ll be the shitt with two ‘t’s
i finally got andy to talk to me, but i had to delete him. i think i’m officially through with him, like i like him, really i do, but he’s a total douche, that’s hiding something. today, other than this ordeal with andy, was amazing. i got a wallet and a new bag, a debt card, and my room smells like ginger peach [which smells amazing]. i finished my earth space science homework a while ago, but i’ve yet to do my algebra homework, and refuse to pull a trey and say “i didn’t understand it”, seriously, why does everyone fall for that? that’s why she’s the presidential whore, -shakes head- stupid wench. anyways, i have thirty percent battery remaining, and i have to go get ready for bed at eleven: forty-five, which is eleven minutes away. i think ashley insulted my intelligence twice, the first one may have been unintentional, because she said “that’s retarded” but caught herself, because, to be frank, it wasn’t retarded, we just had different thought process, so i asked as a curtsey to her and her characters if my character alonzo could speak to lynn in regards to ownership of property and transference of the ownership to him. the second time though was her attempt at a sly shot at me, because i didn’t coddle her when she said “i’m sorry, i’m stupid.” she’s the one who said it, all i said was ‘if that’s what you think’, so later she messed with me about being in IB, which she knows i’m not in, because one i’m in a academy, second she witnessed how pissed off i was about not getting in, stupid whore. for the record, she’s not in it either, she wasn’t even asked to test.

i know i shouldn’t have let something that stupid grate my nerves, but i don’t like have my intelligence questioned. it hurts my ego. other than that little indicent, today went fairly. my stomach hurts, and douche bag was just bugging me to get off of the computer, i still have three minutes. –shakes head- whatever. i’m going to go now