Twin?
30
Oct
2002
But…but…but who is my twin?
Here in Katie’s Head
Ew Gross
29
Oct
2002
Yesterday, I got my first Pap smear.
So the doctor lady is doing her thing, smearing my pap and whatnot, and she keeps asking “how are you doing? okay?” every few seconds.
What I think: “Pretty good considering this is the first time a chick has ever gotten to third base with me, especially since we just met a few minutes ago.”
What I say: “…uh…yeah…”
Uphill Both Ways?
28
Oct
2002
Remember when your parents said they had to walk “uphill both ways” to school when they were kids?
And you know they’re lying, right?
Well, I think it may be possible that they were not lying.
Here on Mount Oread [which is only a mountain to Kansans, but is still a very big hill to everyone else], it IS uphill bothways to get to class. Really.
At least all the legwork balances out all the junk food I eat.
Daylight Fucking Savings Times
27
Oct
2002
After being quite rudely woken by Shannon’s 4:30 AM alarm, which I had to turn off myself because he was in Wichita today, I tried to get back to sleep.
But sleeping in the basement of the FieldTrip house is no easy task. Justin rearranged his “room” so that the bed is easier to get to in the dark [as the only light switch is at the top of the stairs], but that puts my poor, precious head about two feet away from the front of the furnace. The furnace that seems to run in 20-minute cycles.
By the time I gave up on trying to sleep through all the various hints that I should just give up, light flooding into the basement and it seemed it must surely be late in the morning.
It was 8 AM. EIGHT. IN THE MORNING. ON A WEEKEND. AFTER STAYING UP LATE.
Because of daylight savings time, I awoke at an unreasonable time for any college student such as myself to be waking on a weekend.
There’s just something very wrong about being up at the same time on a weekend as I get up for classes.
Yes, I know. I will shut up now.
Ass Tattoo
24
Oct
2002
I’ve said for years that I wanted to get a tattoo on my ass, just so I can say I have a tattoo on my ass.
And I would have gotten it done in Berkeley this summer [instead of the belly button piercing that my parents will now find out about when they read this], but I could never decide what to get a tattoo of.
Sammy and I discussed this yesterday and were thinking a short, black and white, 3-panel comic strip would be neat. No dialogue, just pictures. It’d certainly be original.
But that’s still somewhat vague.
So, I’m asking for suggestions.
DRAW KATIE AN ASS TATTOO HERE. Or email me one. Just send me something.
Jeremy
23
Oct
2002
I was probably in third grade and he would have been in fifth. For some reason we were talking about my hair.
“You have split ends,” he announced.
“No, I don’t,” I said, examining a few strands.
“Yeah huh,” he said, grabbing a clump of my long hair and holding it in front of my face.
“Jeremy, that’s like a whole bunch of hairs. They’re not split.”
“It is?”
“Yeah, that’s like…twelve separate hairs.”
“Oh. Um. I guess you don’t then.”
He was my best friend’s step-brother and I think he’s still the only guy I ever intentionally racked. I don’t remember why, but I think that happened during a game of schoolyard football.
I love my friends.
23
Oct
2002
I have the greatest friends.
Last night, well, stuff happened that wasn’t…good. I’ll leave it at that because I really don’t want to discuss it here. Not the end of the world, but I was stressed out and looking for something to have a breakdown over.
So I leave a pretty unhappy sounding away message and in a couple minutes Scratch and John had IMed me asking what’s wrong and offering their support. And these are guys I just know over the internet, so I thought that was very sweet of them.
And I talked to Sammy for a bit last night. She lives across the hall from me and she’s my best friend here in the house.
And this morning on the tag board by the entryway, she’d left a little note for me.
Hope things are better today. I’ll be around if you need to talk of just to get out. (I have a car if it’s cold.) – Sammy
Thanks guys. You take really good care of me.
