Here in Katie’s Head

Katie: Yeah, I’d totally go with you, though.
Molly: yay! my one true friend.
Molly: you can put that on your blog.

We’re gonna go to Planned Parenthood together. Because, well, yeah. It’s the thing responsible 18-year-old girls do.

But of course the conversation degenerates….

Molly: then again,
Molly: that almost sounds like you and i are having some kind of lesbian IV baby
Molly: …hmm…
Katie: Hehe.
Molly: perhaps it’s best forgotten
Katie: Um, not yet Molly. I’m not ready for kids.
Molly: haha
Molly: i thought you wanted to commit. what are you saying to me, huh?
Katie: Well, I…I want to wait to have kids until we’ve both finished school.
Molly: well that’s just fine for YOU, miss modern career girl
Molly: hahahaha
Katie: :)

Jokes aside, I have mixed feelings about getting to be a “responsible adult.” On one hand, the freedom and the knowledge that I’m mature enough to plan ahead is good. On the other…it’s kinda scary to leave momma hen’s nest and venture out into the big bad world.

I suppose this whole scary/fun thing is what every kid my age goes through.

Yeah, I still call myself a girl, a kid. I refer to my friends as kids, no matter how old they are. Because mature as I think I am, I’m just not quite able to let go.

I miss being 10 years old, when boys still had cooties and girls were still undeniably superior. I miss not having to think about birth control or college or whether or not I should consume whatever substance I’m being offered. Back then, my decisions were all whether or not to sneak a cookie from the cookie jar and, if I get caught, who to blame it on.

And I miss being fourteen and saying I’d never get married and have kids, or at least not consider it until I was secure in a career that was perfect for me.

And I miss being six, when my first best friend was a boy and we talked about dump trucks.

And I miss being fourteen, when I realized what really made me happy and I learned to lighten up.

And I miss being fifteen and discovering a whole new world of high school, where I could control my destiny and enjoy the years I’d reflect on for the rest of my life.

And I miss being three and having all sorts of bizarre [though curiously precocious] notions about the world.

And I miss being seven when I had good handwriting for my age.

But now I’m eighteen. Not really much in the whole scheme of things, but quite a lot when you’re walking the line between child and adult. I’m really lucky though. I’ve got everything I need to make it. I really have nothing to complain about.

And now I’m eighteen, and I appreciate all I’ve been through and I’m grateful for everyone in my life and I’m not a selfish bastard like I used to be.

And now I’m eighteen and I write really cheesy, introspective, puke-inducing essays like this. And I enjoy it.

Posted: 10:02 pm · Category: Deep Thoughts · Comments: None

I got bored and decided to do the Friday Five two days late.

1. If you could eat dinner with and “get to know” one famous person (living or dead), who would you choose? Um. John Linnell. Partly because he totally rocks and partly because he’s so introverted and so it’d be cool to have a nice conversation with him over dinner.

2. Has the death of a famous person ever had an effect on you? Not really. At least, not that I recall.

3. If you could BE a famous person for 24 hours, who would you choose? Hmm. I’d love to be a rock star for a day. But a rock star in one of those less famous groups. Like Muckafurgason or OK Go.

4. Do people ever tell you that you look like someone famous? Who? Not consistantly. Everyone gets a “hey, you look like that one girl from that one show” every once and a while, but I never hear the same one twice. People just say I look like my mother.

5. Have you ever met anyone famous? No one believes when I say that I once had a conversation with Ewan McGregor, so I quit even trying to convince people. But really, I did. Alexandra can vouch for me.

Posted: 5:23 pm · Category: Lists · Comments: 1

I hurt my finger bowling. And I bowled pretty badly.

My father asked me to take some videos back to Blockbuster. When I refused, he asked why.

“I can’t! I hurt my finger bowling last night! And it’s my driving finger.”

I am sad he didn’t ask why I only use one finger to drive because I’m sure I’d have made up some hilarious bullshit logic for it.

Posted: 12:42 pm · Category: Stupid Things · Comments: 2

Several months ago, there was a 10 Things meme that spread like wildfire. I don’t remember who started it or who all participated in it, but it was pretty cool.

The basic idea was that you post 10 obscure facts about yourself, nine of them true and one a lie. Which one is a lie? Well, you can guess and I might eventually tell you. Or I might not.

1. I’m allergic to tartar control toothpaste. Other kinds don’t affect me.
2. I first met my boyfriend of eight months online and thought he was really creepy then.
3. I’m afraid of the public library because I have a $7.50 fine from several years ago that I never paid.
4. I have a big dent in the back of my head from all the times my parents dropped me when I was a baby.
5. I believe in love at first sight.
6. I’m not going to my senior prom. I’m going to see a drag show instead.
7. My mother once had me in a headlock with a knife in her hand. It was all in fun, really.
8. Freud was right. I do have penis envy.
9. I’m still friends with all the guys I’ve dated.
10. I actually weigh less that what it says on my drivers license.

Posted: 3:00 pm · Category: Lists · Comments: 4

This is just about the coolest thing I’ve seen in a while. Someone rigged up a system to control his cat’s access through an electronic kitty door. Now if Kitty has a mouse with her or if the local skunk tries to get in…access denied!

My cat looks at me, “Why can’t I have a ‘lectric door?”

Because I’m not clever or rich enough to rig this up, sweetheart.

Posted: 11:01 pm · Category: Links · Comments: 1

For those of you who know Brandon, you know he has this weird obsession with telephones. I still haven’t decided whether it’s creepy or endearing.

So while we were talking today about the new Justin theme, he excitedly suggests the idea of a phone theme. Within minutes, he’d sent me all the graphics and the hex codes for Bell’s “official” colors. And he kept asking if it was done while I fiddled with the CSS for a few minutes.

So thus I introduce the Telephone theme. Admittedly, I like it a lot.

Posted: 5:56 pm · Category: Meta · Comments: 4

I hadn’t found a Friday Five worth doing in a while, but this one I thought maybe I could be semi-interesting with.

1. What is your favorite time of year? This is hard, because every season has its perks. Winter is quiet and introspective and I seem to grow a lot. Spring is fresh and fun and I usually make a lot of memories in spring. Summer is a break from school, a time for adventures, and a transition. And fall…I’m a autumn person.

2. What is it about your favorite season that, well, makes it your favorite season? The trees are pretty, the weather’s just my style, there’s a clam about it that I just love.

3. What is your least favorite time of year? Why? I don’t like the summer heat, I don’t like the winter monotony, I don’t like the stress I have at school and work in the spring. But I don’t dislike any of the on the whole.

4. Do you do anything to celebrate or recognize the changing of seasons? Not really. Well, besides a last camping trip of the summer or spring break, not really.

5. What’s your favorite thing to do outside? Look at the stars on a clear summer night. I have a star map that I used to fiddle with. I could never find much besides the Big and Little Dippers, though.

Posted: 11:59 pm · Category: Lists · Comments: 2