Bitches, I am totally going to Ann's house tomorrow. I think I'm sleeping over, although I don't really know if I was invited to. I guess I'll stay until they kick me out. (Which could be a matter of minutes.) And Annie is coming as well, fully restoring our coolness quotient to 100%.
But I will have to leave early, to get to Haley's house for noon-ish. And pack my Disney movies.
Then I'm spending all Sunday watching soccer, because it's Poland v Finland and Holland v Luxembourg. Fuck yeah.
I have also heard some of the greatest stories ever told today from Ann. Ask her, for yay they be hilarious.
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Tuesday, August 29, 2006
good times
I had a dream that Miroslav Klose was making out with someone... maybe Philipp Lahm. And I had a front-row seat.
For all the time my mind is a dark and scary place, sometimes I love it.
We were watching a game show this evening, and it was Coast Guard night on the show. My father sees these two... bo'sun's mates or something, and immediately proclaims that they're sleeping together. Oh, I love it.
posted by The Artist Formerly Known As "Katherine" @ 2:23 PM0 comments
DAMN THOSE NIPPLES!
I am so fucking ready to go back to the nunnery. Why? I have never, EVER, longed to go back to school. Even at SMMcT. But I am fucking ready this time.
I saw a presentation from admission-y people today. I went to Boston to a meeting with people from Emory University. They were both named 'Scott.' It was a little confusing. The younger Scott was the same guy from the college fair. (There was an opportunity for pie where he was concerned.)
But I still like UVA better.
I think I must run away from home before my parents see the cell phone bill. I don't think it will be text messages, but I might have overages, seeing as I spend about an hour per phone call.
Haley, I belive I promised to call you. So sorry. I recieved another phone call, and then I had to shower. Think about the greater good: what would people prefer? That I speak with you or that I smell as fresh and clean as I can?
I got my Dutch National Team jersey. I think it's going to deserve it's own fucking picture. (Aren't you going to miss all these updates once school starts?)
Please, post a joke or a limerick about gel bras no longer being allowed on airlines. In the comments. Author of the best one gets my eternal love or something of equal or lesser value.
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Monday, August 21, 2006
notes from the road
So... my desire to blog this trip has been sedated by text messaging Haley almost every second of the day. So blame her if there's an important detail you don't get because I've already shared it with her.
The hotel I'm staying at in Savannah, GA has some soldiers on leave from Baghdad, and one plays the piano and sings Phil Collins songs. I know because the hotel has High Tea, and that's always a production. Also, if you wanted to know, it is entirely possible to press the pedals of the piano with combat boots.
The bartenders at the hotel in St. Augustine, FL, are totally fucking. Thought everyone should know. Andras (ESP) and Richard (USA), while Tomas (CZH) looks on with jealousy. And at the Casa Monica hotel, they make you wear a name tag with where you're from. Czech Republic rules the bars there.
Everyone in St. Augustine is Czech, Russian, or Polish. An international buffet of hotness, I assure you.
I saw a boy on the streets of Savannah who looked just like Lukas Podolski, except that he spoke Spanish. He was the hottest guy I saw on this trip, and that's saying something.
My parents are insisting that next year I bring along a friend. I am now officially accepting applications.
Saw UVA on the way down, fell totally in love. Tomorrow I must see Wake Forest and Duke, but I'm not really interested. I tried to get them to take me to Vanderbuilt (Nashville TN) and Emory (Atlanta GA), but that was met with enormous resistance.
Going to be in Winston-Salem NC tomorrow. Hope/know it's less of a shithole than Florence, SC.
Did a lot of piratey activities. Sailing on a schooner, eating at the Pirates' House, taking piratey tours.
Sonic has the worst coffee any human has ever attempted to make. EVER.
Photos will appear at sometime, somewhere.
PS- It is impossible to get a Pepsi or a drinkable cup of coffee south of Virginia. Except at the Rockin' Bean, St. Augustine FL. That place saved my life.
PPS- Everyone here refers to the Civil War as "The War of Northern Aggression." I call it "The War of You Douchebags Had Slaves and Thought You Could Be Your Own Country," but it never catches on. Wonder why.
WHAT THE FUCK YOU ASSCLOWN?! Your opinions are noted. I would now like to introduce my opinions in the form of a brick to your skull. All in the name of lively discussion.
posted by The Artist Formerly Known As "Katherine" @ 7:08 PM1 comments
I would have preferred Frank Lampard as vice-captain, just like it is at Chelsea, but he didn't have a spectacular World Cup towards the end and I understand.
Good news: I have found my cell phone again, so I can now be reached on that. Almost exclusively.
Bad news: My kickass new ringtone only works sometimes.
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Monday, August 07, 2006
Just now, someone said "Hi, Kate!" And I forgot what the proper response to Hi! was. I fumbled for words. It's been a long day. (I settled on Hey, if you want to know.)
I love this new band I found. Flogging Molly, they're Celtic punk and they're AWESOME. Like Dropkick Murphys, but with less bagpipes and screaming. They kick ass.
I'm also developing a love for Polish hip-hop. I didn't know there was such a thing until the World Cup, but one of the German nationalmannschaft members and the OTPB, Poldi, loves it, so a lot was mentioned. I've been seeing what the fuss is about. So far, I've only been able to find a few songs by Peja, with my favorite being "Kurewskie." It's (un)surprisingly difficult to get a hold of. I'd like to try Grammatik.
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Sunday, August 06, 2006
this is the best thing I have ever seen
Oh. My. God. Please watch this. Please. Not for me, for you. Because, let's face it, EVERYONE needs to see this. No lie. I almost died from the hot. Watch it. Watch the boy-touching.
NOW!
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Saturday, August 05, 2006
soccer owns my soul
Yeah, bitches. THIS is why Lukas P. is our poolboy:
And I love Robin van Persie. No lie. For reasons that are far too numerous for here, but also because of this:
what the fuck does that mean? Does he know what it sounds like?
I am fighting a growing attraction to Miroslav Klose. He is very attractive while wearing very little clothing, so when he does (which is a lot, because apparently he has morals, or whatever Catholics are supposed to have. I gave mine away a while ago) I would appreciate it if he would wear good clothing.
Not shirts that say "LET YOU EASILY" in bold letters across his chest, because I thought the purpose of wearing clothes was to protect yourself from wandering eyes such as mine.
Mirek, that only encourages me. If you're going to wear clothes that makes you seem like a slut, simply wear no clothes at all. I bet they would let you easily.
posted by The Artist Formerly Known As "Katherine" @ 9:04 PM0 comments
I've lost the notebook. THE notebook. The one that describes, sometimes in some great detail, the fantastic amounts of pie I've sampled. Imagine if this fell into enemy hands.
I must go change the launch codes for the missle silos in my backyard.
I have more friends on LJ.
And I will include favorite TV shows in Favorite Movies, because blogspot hates television.
I watch soccer. Please do not let this affect your decsion to associate with me.
