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PUPPY! [Dec. 19th, 2005|02:58 am]
Kat
Hello kids! Long time no update, but I have a reason to update now! A new puppy! She's very cute, a 7 wek old Golden Retriever named Molly. Pictures of puppy, cut for the sake of your friends list:

Adorable puppy pictures!Collapse )
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(no subject) [Aug. 31st, 2005|09:09 pm]
Kat
Well, it's official.

I ordered my whole Halloween costume!

This is what it is!
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EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I just need a tea cup now.
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(no subject) [Aug. 26th, 2005|12:40 am]
Kat
Joan Crawford
You scored 33 grit, 23 wit, 28 flair, and 23 class!
You are one tough dame, as tough as they come. You've had to fight long and hard to get where you are, but you always knew you'd do whatever you had to do to get ahead. You aren't above committing crimes (or seducing others to do them for you) to get what you want. You want to be happy and comfortable, but you usually always manage to get the fuzzy end of the lollipop. Even your kids are usually against you. Your leading men include anyone you set your sights on, even married guys that are never seen on-screen. Watch your back.

Find out what kind of classic leading man you'd make by taking the Classic Leading Man Test.





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You scored higher than 60% on class
Link: The Classic Dames Test written by gidgetgoes on Ok Cupid
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(no subject) [Aug. 25th, 2005|06:04 pm]
Kat
They showed up at my aunt's with a physical therapist. And a walker.

My aunt has never walked a day in her life.

Are they stupid?
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(no subject) [Aug. 25th, 2005|01:44 pm]
Kat
[mood |infuriatedinfuriated]

I HATE hospitals.

For those who don't know, my aunt Barbara, who was born extremely physically and mentally disabled, has been in the hospital for the past couple of days to have possible surgery, and to have her brain shunt replaced (it pumps away the excess fluid in her brain).

Except the doctors apparantly have no clue what to do.

And now they just treat he rlike a guinea pig.

Yesterday I was sitting outside her room on the phone, and EIGHT doctors go in. Except it was only one doctor and seven students. So I go in and tell them to get the hell out. The doctor can chekc on her, no one else she isn't a science experiment. The doctor nods sweetly then asks my aunt "you don't mind if they're in here do you?"

Now mind you my aunt has the mental capabilities of maybe a 6 year old. And she's in extreme pain and can't really talk, but she managed to say 'Get Out". Go Aunt Barbara.

It makes me so sick. They have no idea what to do and instead just keep poking and prodding and using her for medical journal information (She's already been in 6 or 7, she was put int he first as soon as she was born).

And in order for them to kepe running their tests, they hurt her. Right now, she's not allowed to drinka nything and she keeps begging "please please can I have a drink?" It breaks my heart.

Today I couldn't go...one because I would break down and probably beat the hell out of one of the doctors and two because I needed to play secretary today (my mom, aunt Karen and Uncle are taking shifts at the hospital, so they all call here to find out whent he others are taking over).

I hate hospitals. HATE HATE HATE.
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(no subject) [Aug. 25th, 2005|10:34 am]
Kat
ON a slight upside.

I have bullied my dear friends into taking swing dancing with me at school. Poor souls.

And I start at the rescue center this week. Which I'm ecstatic about. (For those who don't know, I shall be working at the Lost and Found Center...a place which buys starved and abused horses from meat auctions, gets them healthy, and gets them adopted).

I'll come home every night in tears, but it's probably the best thing I can do. It's the one thing undestructive I'll have in my life...I'll actually be helping, instead of hurting for once.

I'm good with horses. I have soft hands and i'm stupid, so I'm not scared off by a drugged horse trying to kill me. Like an idiot I'll stand there and hold him until he tires himself out from trying to break my neck. They like me. I guess they know I love them.

And they're good for me. Dr. Berchick called today. And I told him I was beyond his help, that I need to find my own peace.

I have it when I'm at the rescue center. I just need to get it to move over to other parts of my life.

So a warning. If you're squeamish about hurt animals, especially starved ones, or ones with evidence of being beaten, be wary of links on my journal. I'll be posting pictures to chronicle my experiences, and to try and make sense of why it breaks my heart so. I'll put them behind an LJ cut but just so you're aware, some of these horeses are very bad off. If you can't stand to see that, dont click on them. I'm not exaggerating how bad they are; You won't sleep for a week.
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(no subject) [Aug. 25th, 2005|02:35 am]
Kat
I went for a run tonight. And as always happens on my runs, my mind drifted off.

It's amazing what a few words, be they typed or spoken, can do.

They can cheer someone up. They can soothe tears.

They can also undo years of friendship in a matter of seconds.

It's a tough lesson to learn. What was that poem, "There are no Erasers"? I should have paid more attention to it when I first heard it in grade school.

There is no undoing what i did. I was selfish, I was stupid, I was vindictive. I was trying to make someone hurt as much as I was.

And it worked. Only then I lost a friend, an amazing person who I was lucky to have in my life in the first place, and it hurt even worse.

There is no undoing it.

I am sorry. But I learned around five that those words can't solve much.

I can just try to stop myself from being such a bitch again, so I don't lose anyone else.
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I love my roomie! [Aug. 21st, 2005|09:33 am]
Kat
brandi8823: HAHAHA!!

Auto response from KandieKitten720: I want to do somehting destructive, impractical, and bad for me!

I want ideas!


Brandi, you aren't allowed to come up with ideas. Your ideas scare me.

brandi8823 returned at 2:54:03 AM.
brandi8823: omg i just read the beginning of that and all these ideas started coming into my head...
brandi8823: and then i read the second part and got really bummed!
brandi8823: hahaha
brandi8823: alright, i can't help myself so i'm just gonna throw some ideas out there...
brandi8823: get a tattoo, do drugs, drink heavily regularly, get a peircing, have random sex with different people, play in traffic, try to tame large, angery, wild animals, challange people to sword duals, run with siccors, carry heavy oversized boxes down many stairs, play with matches, hang out with joe
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(no subject) [Aug. 20th, 2005|04:39 pm]
Kat
An amazing, amazing day.

A wonderful end to my internship.

I spent todayw ith two of the country's best racehorses, Rockport HArbor and Round Pond. They are...amazing. I drooled a little, and took up a few rolls of film. Pictures a coming!
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(no subject) [Aug. 19th, 2005|08:18 pm]
Kat
I am firmly of the belief that no matter what happens in life to make you down, three things willa lways cheer you up:

1) Your roommate saying "US SLUTS ROCK"! and hi fiving her phone

2.) pizza

3.) your best guy friend

I was kind of down at work (my last day) and Brandi called with some insane story. I went from mope to hysterical laughing in 3 minutes.

After the sad goodbyes at work and looking longingly at the track, I went over to have my usual Friday dinner date! And by dinner date I mean that I meet Rob at the karate school 45 minutes before class, we get pizza and soda, and we sprawl out ont he dojang floor picnic style. We discuss gosssip, life, we rant, we laugh, it always cracks me up. Until recently Rob (who's 8 years older than me) has always been "my brother's friend". Now he and Chris rarely talk; instead me and Rob chat constantly. We got really close this summer. I'll always be his little sister, but now he's less possessive/protective, more liek he can relate to me. It''s nice. It completely relaxed me tonight.

My talk with Rob helped me get through some stuff and I htink I'm okay now. My head has been kicked straight :-)


And I may have bought more clothes *ashamed*
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