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| Lots of things have happened since I posted last. I went through a slight crisis when Ian and I broke up. I ended my junior year and became a senior. I was in an entire play. And I met Jayme.
How to describe Jayme...he's amazing. He's got a voice that makes me smile and a smile that makes me melt. He's sweet and funny and kind and cute and romantic and...eight and three-quarters years older than me.
It's a lot. Yes. It's a lot. And yes, I'm only 17. But what am I supposed to do? He's perfect. And he's wonderful. I can't even explain. We have chemistry. But he doesn't think we should date because of the age difference. We're in two different places in our lives. Yes. Okay. I get it. But really?
I bet I sound pathetic, like a little lovesick puppy or something, but this is different. If you knew, you'd understand. This is real. This isn't normal.
Fuck.
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| So...strike that last post. I don't know what to think or feel right now. I'm more confused than I have been in a long time. And angry and upset and lots of other things. Ian tells me to hit things when I'm upset because that's how he gets his emotion out, and the whole time he kept saying, "Hit me. You want to. Just hit me," and I kept saying, "No! I don't want to hit you! I'm not mad at you!" But I kind of am. I dunno what I am.
WHAT THE FUCK, STOP BEING SO FUCKING CONFUSING. | | |
| I've been away for a long time, so here's an update on my life:
On Tuesday, I got a new boyfriend. His name is Ian. He's very cute and sweet and kind and caring and wonderful. He has an incredible voice, and he's in a band. Viada - it means momentum in Peruvian Spanish slang. They just came out with a demo CD, and it sounds absolutely fantastic.
That's mainly all of the excitement in my life...just thought you ought to know.
Come together, right now, over me.
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| So I don't think I'll be using xanga much anymore. I'll actually be here, at blogspot.
Even if you don't have a blogspot account, you can leave comments (I think), so go ahead and leave me comments there and I'll get back to you here.
Your soul is an appalling donkey overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of rubbish imaginable, mangled up in tangled-up knots. | | |
| Update on the life of Katie:
1. Ned's is tomorrow. That means I am MC-ing for Ned's tomorrow. And I have thought of nothing to say. I'm an improv-er, so I suppose I should be okay to wing it, but you never know how well that's gonna go. And by the way, if you plan on going to Ned's, buy your ticket at lunch because you CANNOT buy it at the door.
2. I have a four-chapter history test tomorrow. GAH.
3. My Twelfth Night in Twelve Minutes is not going nearly as well as originally anticipated, considering the fact that we have about twenty-svene-thousand pages of script and it has to only be twelve minutes' worth. And my group kind of slacks off a lot. Awesome. (On a happier note, I get to be Viola, which is cool.)
4. The Madrigal Dinner is tonight, and I have to play for chamber, so, uh, NO time for homework (I'm gonna guess you're gonna ask why I'm on here, then. The answer is I don't know).
5. MY SHOES BROKE.
So you want to know how I'm feeling? I'll sum it up for you: stressed.
On the bright side, we plan on using Eli's music from songwriting class to write a sort of operatic musical about a dragon-slaying necrophiliac, so that's cool.
Everybody's gonna love today. | | |
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