haha, KT rocks my world...

the katie cat: i was supposed to work at blue cross
the katie cat: and make a lot of money
the katie cat: and they had money issues
silberfeuer3: bastards
the katie cat: so they could not keep me.
silberfeuer3: how horrid
silberfeuer3: they should have ditched someone else
silberfeuer3: the KT is waaay more important
the katie cat: hehe, that would be nice
silberfeuer3: you are!
silberfeuer3: to the world domintation plan of me
the katie cat: muahaha
silberfeuer3: waaay important
silberfeuer3: at least a brigideer general
silberfeuer3: or somehting high and importantsounding
the katie cat: oh, happy
silberfeuer3: heheh
silberfeuer3: you get to wear a nice hat
the katie cat: awesome
silberfeuer3: with feathers
the katie cat: can it be purple?
silberfeuer3: yep!
the katie cat: I like purple.
silberfeuer3: so do you awnt south america?
the katie cat: lol, that would be a nice place
the katie cat: lots of rainforest and ancient ruins and stuff, right?
silberfeuer3: yep!
silberfeuer3: and there rio in there
the katie cat: coolio :-)
silberfeuer3: unless you want austrailia
silberfeuer3: ...
the katie cat: hmm, kangaroos...
the katie cat: tough choice.
the katie cat: maybe I can visit australia a lot
silberfeuer3: i'll throw scotland in if your a good brigedeer...
the katie cat: and just keep a couple of animals for myself.
the katie cat: ooh
the katie cat: I shall be VERY good.
the katie cat: if you make it Ireland I'll be your slave for life :-D
silberfeuer3: hehehe
silberfeuer3: okies....
silberfeuer3: but you've got to do somehting about the potato thing
the katie cat: I come mostly trained already ;-)
the katie cat: I can do my best, master!
silberfeuer3: you can march and everything!
silberfeuer3: i forgot about that...
the katie cat: whee
silberfeuer3: you'll look great at ceremonies...
the katie cat: marchity march

catch up

so yeah, sorry about sporadic bloggering, i haven't been all that computer friendly lately... han had her second drill weekend, and i'm so proud of her, she had so much fun, and it really does feel nice to know that she has something to do after college, someone to look out for her (so that somone if the united states government, so what?) it looks like two of my best friends might get togather (crosses fingers) and that another set of my best friends (and mentors) will not be able to come up for graduation... i'm peeved at their parents, but hey, some times shit happens... i plan on visiting them this summer anyway, but i do feel bad for han, because she'll be at boot camp while all this is going on, i did promise to write her everyday (poor substitute, i know, but the best i can do ) and hopefully i can send her tons of pictures. i guess it's because i live in here, but for some reason, the big fuss everyone in our family is making about us graduating is such a big surprise to me. i guess it shouldn't be, but it is a little odd to me still, i always think i manage to slip under the radar quite nicely, but then agian, it feels so great to have all the kith and kin so excited about little ole han and i...
on another note, if anyone has heard anything about keri-ann, please tell me, i feel so bad about this attempted suicide rumor, and i really would like to find out if it's true or not... though if it is, at least she will be in the position to get help now, instead of being miserable and at constant war with her mother...

graduation

thirteen years to lead up to this time, thirteen years... doesn't even seem real. but here we are, on the threshold... it can only get bigger from here baby... that's the real world out side that window, and i'm going to take a big running leap and dive right into it, shattering glass and dreams and hopes and throwing down tracks just as hard and as fast as i can...

"...cause it's life,
little butterfly-wing:
it's dirty-beautiful baby..."

~ H. Drekce

oh yeah, and whoever wrote that really kinda depressing blurb on my blog, do realise that i do know what i'm getting myself into, i'm not stupid, and i have never been afraid of a little hard work... oh, that and i have no social life (no, seriously, social gatherings make me physically ill), so it's not like i'm going to be partying it up in college, i'm going for one reason, and one reason alone

getting paid for hiking

wow! i just made a sweet 47 dollars for riding around in a van, talking to interesting people, petting dogs, adn putting out a few boards... i guess the limitations for the biology department's use for manual labor are endless, i was aparently helping with something called Summer Ventures that goes through the eduacation department of App. and not only did i get paid for this fun in the sun, i also got out of school! hyper-cheute! (sp, all you french speaking types). though the office people were a little sniffy about it... i had to get this form signed by all my teachers and everything...
the plans for tomorrow are set! me and mum are going with the rest of my AP Bio class to the Asheboro Zoo (though to my family it is just The Zoo). so far elaine and autum are riding in the jeep with me and mum ( we're carvaning) and maybe jacob (great, cause he's really fun). i promised my mother a beaver shaped pocketbook (you know the kind of back pack purses that look like animals? well, she decided she wanted one) but only if she's nice to the other horrid ickle teenagers :) since we last went they've added the Austrailia exibit and for once we're going to be going through the Africa part when things are awake :) apprently they all cop out for a snoze at midday. don't blame them really... i could use a nap myself about that time :)
Naomi is getting inducted into the National Honor Society tomorrow, so go her! Han and i were in it this year, and han is going to be there to induct our beloved. mum's kinda peeved that she won't get to go, but i told her we had it covered with han , after all, family is family. i understand her not thinking it is the same because han is, after all, the sister, not the mother, but i still think anybody with the same genes counts. come to that, i'm kinda peeved i'm missing it too........
this week is so crammed full of stuff to do: i had this today, i have zoo tomorrow, erm... wed is blank, thursday is capping practice (nome is capping me, i won her from han... looong story :) ) and the final concert of the year (i'm playing piccolo for the concert band, and my usual alto for the jazz portion) friday is the actaul capping ceramony and senior awards. and then, this sat, we are playing for a wedding reception. Wink's daugther is getting married and she wanted a swing band, so Wink so slyly suggested us! in return, the jazz library is getting several new pieces, paid for by Mr. Winkler (out of his pocket, not the school's paucity of arts funds). hopefully we can get some rhapsody in blue and my funny valentine, as well as some other classic jazz standards that my other half will have heard nothing about (rolls eyes) and no, i'm not dating anyone, we all call kile and i half alto, because him and i are sharing lead (half instead of first?)... i guess you'd have to be in band to get that one... anyhoo... i'm out of school, and see no point in going back, since i went through all that trouble to get that form signed, and mum could use a hand around the facilites... so i'm going to check out now, with grace, a bow, an apology for not having updated this thing sooner, and the remains of lunch thrown helter-skelter about the keyboard :)

argh....

eleven days left
eleven days out of thirteen years, and these are taking the longest of any time i have ever spent in school... seriously... i have a little over three weeks until i graduate and the sheer boredom of high school is killing me... i've taken up reading agian, and have been through two fairly thick books and two manga (though i really don't count those, as they only take me about thirty minutes to blaze through) since tuesday... i stopped doing it so hard-core this year since i had sooooo much homework and i really needed to pay attention in class, but since my exams are over, i've said screw it and have buried my nose back where it belongs... in a book... little geeky-child that i am :) and i feel like i'm coming home... wow... i really am sad and sheltered aren't i? *perfectly happy in this realization* *delighted with myself, in fact* my brain needs the recreation/vacation... i do have a singular addiction to the written word... and it is irreversably tied to my imagination/imaging processors... i read it, i see it... makes it lots more fun to read then simply plowing through like most people complain of having to do...

so school is just this place, ya know?

one AP test down, two to go, although since this one was english, i really shouldn't get any preferential treatment, i mean come on here, english is the easiest subject i take, and that includes gym, jazz band (which is astoundingly hard, btw) and psychology (and that is some seriously easy work babe) and if anyone makes some smart-ass comment about my spelling at this time, i might have to get needlessly violent and tastelessly blood hungry, got it? Mrs. Deal won my adoration for the rest of her career the day she stood in front of class and anounced that spelling was in no way an indication of intellegence. tomorrow is AP European History, slightly worring, but not too much, i have to make cake for it, cause i promised :) (pound cake with fruit i should think, healthy and not at all, sort of cancelling out : )) and AP Biology on monday, i can see my entire scholastic career flashing before my eyes... argh... it's going to kill me...
oh, and that guy i liked? forget him, he's dating a very good friend of mine as of last week (and i didn't know, shame!) so i shall have to find someone else to like (and yes, i can do that, i can turn it off and on at will... unless it's been awhile, then it's harder, you know the whole bit about routines) no problem, it's almost the end of the school year, so i would probably be best advised to forget the whole thing entirely before summer starts and people go diffrent ways... *shrug* ah well, i can always just as easily forget it for the rest of my life...when you get right down to it, one only really needs the illusion of a relationship for the singlular purpose of procreation, and i already decided i'm never doing that (pass on these genes? this warped mind? this infallably unstable brain? i think not!) i can get emotional fufilment from my dream world, and for companionship i can always turn to my several fox bats :)

and from me...

you see what lectures about Bush, welfare and the increasely destabilizing social security plan do to me? they give me all this free time to write this nonesense to amuse my blog readers (all three of them, har har)...

“…So’m sitting back here, feeling immensely bored, almost to tears, as it were, and this cat comes strolling in, slicked back hair, dark sunglasses (more on those later). Dressed like he’s going outta style. He flicks downward those stream-lined frames and gives me the once over.
“Hey baby,” flashes a smile like he’s playing on my sense of coolness and good judgment,” you the one making it so hot in here?”
I cast him a look of infinite patience from my arsenal of bored/getting-that-way expressions. “You’re late.”
He checked the sunglasses in a shirt pocket and his gun on the bar. “Hey baby, don’t get me wrong. I was unavoidable detained.” His hands are up, waving in a way his therapist probably told him looked pleasant and non-combatant. His therapist obviously either wanted him killed or had a sadistic sense of humor. “I only paused to make an impression, throw off a few shadows, you know how it goes.”
I arched my eyebrow a carefully calculated angle and punched the release button under the bar. “Come on back then, messenger boy, I can’t stop you from doing that.”
He smirked and pushed through the short swinging door in the bar’s front. I caught his arm in a vice-grip, dropped my holo-guard for an instant, let him see what he was really dealing with. “But if you ever call me ’baby’ again, I’ll rearrange your face.”
He went white to the lips. I slammed the field back up and released his arm, picked up a fresh glass to finish drying. “Now go on back before Our Lord gets even more impatient with your tardiness.”
He stumbled back through the beads like a man who’d just recently come to terms with a) his own mortality and/or b) just how deep the shit was he was standing in.
The bell on the door chimed again, I looked up from polishing glasses ad smiled my fake little smile of benediction and welcome. The girl at the door grinned at me over her own pair of cheap narrow frames. “Hey baby.” She said, sauntered up to the bar, hopped a stool and turned her grin saucy. “You wanna pass me a glass, or you wanna just stand there basking in your smugness at terrifying another newbie?” I huffed at her, the safest thing to pass off for a laugh around here.
“Bar’s closed, pretty girl,” I crooned, matching sass for sass, “but if you make me an offer, I might make an exception just this once.” Our conversations always went like this. The first time we’d met, I’d said the same thing to her, and my ‘just this once’ had turned on to a bar tab that would sink small boats if it were ever written up. She flipped the glasses across the bar at me (sunglasses being the most viable and useful piece of currency in our line of work; i myself had already bought and payed for at least fifty-three pairs, all of which had ended up being transfered down the line for ammo, she knew I was due for another pair) and at my slight ‘harrumph’ added a knife from her belt, then three lighters (“a devout smoker,” she’d once said to me, “is never without a few extras” or a devout pyromaniac for that matter, which is exactly what she was.), a short chain bristling with amulets, otherworldly charms and wards, some of which, though not invoked, still caused my hair to stand up…”

and that's as far as i got, i might add more on it later, i might not, most of the time i don't start these things up agian.

almost time now....

How to Leave the Planet

1. Phone NASA. Their phone number is (713) 483-3111. Explain that it’s
very important that you get away as soon as possible.
2. If they do not
cooperate, phone any friend you may have in the White House- (202) 456-1414- to
have a word on your behalf with the guys at NASA.
3. If you don’t have any
friends in the White House, phone the Kremlin (ask the overseas operator for
0107-095-295-9051). They don’t have any friends there either (at least, none to
speak of), but they do seem to have a little influence, so you may as well try.
4. If that fails, phone the Pope for guidance. His telephone number is
011-396-6982, and I gather his switchboard is infallible.
5. If all thee
attempts fail, flag down a passing flying saucer and explain that it’s vitally
important you get away before your phone bill arrives.

Douglas Adams

Los Angeles 1983 and London 1985/1986

~An Introduction for those of you who've never read the wonderfully inaccuratly named Hitchhiker's trilogy.~

“...Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the
Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun.
Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-eight million miles is an
utterly insignificant little blue-green planet whose ape-descended life forms
are so amazingly primitive that they think digital watches are a pretty neat
idea.
This planet has -or rather had- a problem, which was this: most of the
people living on it were unhappy for pretty much of the time. Many solutions
were suggested for this problem, but most of these were largely concerned with
the movement of small green pieces of paper, which is odd, because on the whole,
it wasn’t the small green pieces of paper that were unhappy.
And so the problem remained; lots of people were mean, and most of them were miserable, even the ones with digital watches.
Many were increasingly of the opinion that they’d all made a big mistake in coming down from the trees in the first place. And some said that even the trees had been a bad move and that no one should have ever left the oceans.
And then, on Thursday, nearly two thousand years after one man had been nailed to a tree for saying how great it would be to be nice to people for a change, a girl sitting on her own in small café in Rickmansworth suddenly realized what it was that had been going wrong all this time, and she finally knew how the world could be made a good and happy place. This time it was right, it would work, and no one would have to get nailed to anything.
Sadly, however, before she could get to the phone to tell anyone about it, a terrible, stupid catastrophe occurred, and the idea was lost forever
This is not her story.
But it is a story of that terrible, stupid catastrophe and some of its consequences.
It is also the story of a book, a book called The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy- not an Earth book, never published on earth, and until the terrible catastrophe occurred, never seen or even heard of by any Earthman.
Nevertheless, a wholly remarkable book…”