Intelligence Test--

--FAILED. SEVERAL TIMES OVER.

-beats head against desk-
Gragh, I can't believe I forgot my effing Theory notebook at HOME. Eff. Eff my life. Eff it all.
And it was beautiful, I thought. Nearly finished. Pertyful, it was. And now it sits, a hundred miles away, cold and lonely. And I think I've lost all motivation to give rise to a new notebook of equal amazingness. So I'm going to stall and mope until I get the motivation.

...Damn, I'm glad I don't drink. -goes to drown in tea-

-brooding silence-

Really dunno if anyone reads these anymore, but I figure it's still a good outlet. And if you are reading teh bloggage, don't hesitate to comment. Comments make me happy, aye.

...Anyway.

I realized Monday that I am beautifully torn between Moscow and Grangeville. I left Monday morning to go home for Thanksgiving, and as I drove out of town, my chest felt like there was a gaping hole in it--and I nearly started crying. I don't really know why, though. I knew I was going to be back in a few days, but why did it affect me so? And it was the same thing as I left home to return to Moscow earlier today. I really didn't want to go. It's like... Idunno.

I thought about it on the drive up, and came to this conclusion:
>>I didn't want to leave Moscow because in some recessed corner of my mind, I've made this place my home. And in that little recessed corner of my mind, the little-kid part of Katelynn screams, NO I DON'T WANT TO LEAVE!! But I had to leave, because I had to get home. But I was already home. And... blah, this is tangly.

>>Vice Versa, almost. I didn't want to leave HOME because, well, it's my HOME! That, and I really worry about Dad up there by himself. And even though Dad was on his mail route when I left and I had the house to myself, I was freaking out. ((I don't think I've ever cleaned the kitchen that fast. Ever.)) I left before he came home, and I passed him on my way up to the 'Scow. But BLAH, why does this ache plague me in such a manner!?

-lapses back into brooding silence-

OMG I HAVE A THEME SONG!!

IT'S ADORABLE!
And you will probably hate me for getting this stuck in your head, but it'll be so worth it.

Watch it. Love it.
http://www.fetchfido.co.uk/games/chocs/chocs.htm
...'Cause everyone loves the chocolate.

Pizza virginity...

I had it. Lost it. And it only took me... what, three months?
That's right, folks. I've finally ordered a pizza in college. Domino's.
Build-your-own pizza-online thing. It was dangerously fun... Extra pineapple, Italian sausage, banana peppers, mushrooms, and provolone cheeeeeeese. Mmm, gigity.
It was delicious, by the way. And I'm still munching, and I need to stop before I eat the whole thing--which would just be gross. :D And I'll need brekkist in the morning, right? Right.

Haha... I've been living here too long. Because 'Pizza Virginity' was the first title that came to mind.

Uhm... Clouds are lame, because I can't see the meteor shower. And to end on a totally irrelevant note--The hardest conversation begins with a single word. ;)

One Simple Request

A close friend of mine recently lost her little brother to a severe fever. I ask that you pray for her and her family, and ask the Lord to keep that little boy in his care. I know you don't know her. And I know it's strange, me asking for this. But would it really kill you to take thirty seconds out of your day to send condolences and prayers their way?

...Thank you.

Shoot the Moon ((Experimental Snippet, Yo.))

So, yeah. I was rifling through the 'Shoebox of Doom' folder on my PC this morning, and I came across this bit. I totally forgot about it, but as I scanned it, I had to grin. Because this was one of my favorite 'bits'. It was awesome. If y'all could read it, maybe give me some feedback? Much obliged.

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“Cassity, wait!” I grabbed her sleeve as she moved for the door. “What do you mean, ‘back home’? You said you’ve lived here all your life.”
She calmly removed her arm from my grip and turned away. “I’ll see you at school tomorrow, Oliver.”
I watched her leave, watched her shining blue bracelet flash as it went out of sight. The bracelet that would go berserk from time to time, causing Cassie to suddenly have to leave. The same bracelet that she nearly killed a man to get back. The bracelet that she would continue to leave me in the dark about whenever I asked about it. I sat there for a moment, bewildered, and it finally all clicked. “Cassity!” Launching myself out of my chair, I flew into the hall and towards the front door. She was pulling on her raincoat, and her singular piece of jewelry was still shining like mad. “Cassie, wait! Let me talk!” She was still ignoring me as she slipped into her boots and reached for the door handle. I pushed her gently out of the way, locked the deadbolt, and turned my back against it, blocking her way out. “You aren’t human, are you?”
“I’m as human as you are, Ollie.” Her green eyes were so calm, so collected. It frustrated me.
“Then you’re from the future!”
She finally smiled, but it was a sad kid of smile, and I hesitated. She motioned me aside, and I found myself complying, wondering why she looked so cheerless. “Am I right?”
“No, Oliver,” she said, shaking her head. Undoing the deadbolt, she twisted the knob and let the door swing wide.
It was pouring.
She turned and smiled again, her green eyes looking more morose than anything I’d ever seen. Her bracelet twinkled still, a radiant diamond on her wrist.
“You are from the future,” I breathed.
Again, she shook her head. “No, Oliver. I’m from the past.”

Who. The Hell. Do You Think You Are?

"Well, that's just not okay with me. You're too accepting of people's differences."

...Uhm, excuse you?
The only reason this woman still walks the earth is because I don't know her that well. That, and the fact that we were separated by the interwebs may have saved her life.

Somehow we got onto the subject of sexual orientation. I should've stopped right then and there--I could feel that her mind was narrowed. But I failed to change the subject in time, and I paid for it.

I said that I had no problem with homosexual couples. It's not how I fly personally, but I'm not affected by anyone else's decisions. She said that was weird. I said that one of my best friends is gay. And he's not shy about it. We all know it, and we all accept it. I stated that he was one of my personally close friends. And that's when it started.

"Well, that's just not okay with me. You're too accepting of people's differences."

WHAT. THE. FUCK.

Why should it matter whether I'm too accepting? How does it affect her? And HOW can I be too accepting? Should I be less accepting? I'm sorry, but it's just not like me to be a total ass just because you happen to like the same sex. I've found that gays are usually more enjoyable to be around than some straight people I know! What's wrong with that? Since when is being accepting a BAD thing?

...Rawrgh. There goes my week. -sets things aFLAME-