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If only pure sweetness was offered, why is this bitter taste left in my mouth? [Sunday, November 2nd, 2003 written at 5:02pm]
[ mood | happy ]
[ music | AFI ]

Wow, my soccer team. Wow. We are just the most bosslyes of the boss. We had a goal scored on us but we came back and annihilated 3-1. We are definitely finishing out this season undefeated which is so great. Hehe, soccer makes me happy times 10. I owe it all to my mechanical leg.
I want to write a novel. I'm too stupid to figure out a plot though. Shucks.

I conclude until later.

4 Revel In This/You Say You Want A Revelation?

What's the frequency, Kenneth? [Saturday, November 1st, 2003 written at 3:48pm]
[ mood | cold ]
[ music | Prospering off of Danny's Weird Al songs. ]

Wow, I woke up today and realized that I am getting my braces off in 10 days. It's always nice to have something to look forward to. It makes the endless weeks go by much faster. Even though I don't know why I want the endless weeks to go by faster, because it's not really like I'll have anything interesting to do once school is over. Just another boring summer that I'll hate. I can never wait until school ends and for summer to begin, but once it does I'm just like, fuck I want school to start again. I can never be happy with what I have, I guess. If I have it one way I want it another, and if I have it that other way I'll wish I had it that first way again. There is never any middle ground. I'm so confusing. Wow, I read this diary of this 14 year old girl who was pregnant and it was crazy. I can't even imagine having a baby growing inside of me right now. I can hardly take care of myself enogh just to keep myself from being hit by a car or something, I don't know how I would ever be able to take care of a kid. I'm dependant on my parents to give me everything I need, but having someone depend on me like that right now would just be overwhelming. Well, I don't think I have to worry about it because I don't plan on having sex to be able to conceive a child any time soon. Sitting with Mike, Stephen, and John in science has totally grossed me out. But that girl's diary was so intense it didn't even seem real, except it was. Whoa. Atleast this girl had a mom who understood and supported her. God, If I ever got pregnant my mom would push me down steps or something to try to kill the thing. My mom is such a bitch. I can't stand her. She's such a bundle of joy. All she ever does is scream at me and once she starts screaming she just doesn't stop. She screams about total bullshit too. She told me to open the windows in my room, I opened two out of three, but also cleaned my entire room and she screamed at me for being lazy. Thankfully my grandma saved me. Jeez, I'm a boring person who has boring thoughts that run through my head that I feel the need to share with anyone. This is a preemptive apology to anyone who has wasted their time reading my shit. But this is a preemptive thanks for actually seeing it as worth reading.

I conclude. Until later.

You Say You Want A Revelation?

Been keepin it gangstah since 1989, ya hurrd? [Friday, October 31st, 2003 written at 11:20pm]
[ mood | tired ]
[ music | Get Low is stuck in my head. ]

Wow, I wish I could do cool day-to-day updates but life is just real boring and I'm a real boring person without a lot to say. The last thing I can remember was tonight and that is vaguely so anyway, Halloween was fun. Erin and Rachel's party was really, really fun too. I think some of Victoria's rhythm rubbed off on me or something because I was jammin'. I'm so not meant to dance it's horrible. I can't even imagine how much of an ass I look like when I try. Vic, Jason, and I were all dancing to gangstah rap and we was raising the roof. My hair didn't work out so I just scrunched it, put cat ears in it and called myself a kitten. Went with Licia, Blake, Victoria, and Matt. I hardly got any candy though. It sucked. Went back to Alicia's where we watched I Know What You Did Last Summer, possibly the worst movie with the worst actors ever. But, I don't know. I DID have the misfortune of seeing Thirteen Ghosts. It's a close call. We went to Victoria's house and I was almost sure that her mom hated me so I tried to be polite as possible and DAYUM, I never even knew I had those sorts of manners in me. It was cwazzy. People were driving by us and flipping us off and saying, "Ya'll look like a buncha niggers" and just screaming random SHIT. I hate being yelled at. It's so awkward and I HATE awkward situations.
I haven't been able to put anything into words lately and it sucks. I did write a fun little paragraph about how gay people are while I was having an ADHD moment but I decided to delete it just to avoid controversy. I've been doing that lately. Just not saying exactly what I think of things so I can save myself the trouble of having to fight about it. I think it's the smarter thing to do. I feel like a piece of shit by letting my journal go un-updated for four days. Well, I hope this sort of makes up for it.

I conclude.

You Say You Want A Revelation?

But get this through your head - you never met me. [Monday, October 27th, 2003 written at 10:34pm]
[ mood | exhausted ]

Yes! I have finally gained access to my blurty. My piece of shit computer was being well, uh...it was being a piece of shit, and it wouldn't let me long into my journal. I didn't even plan on writing tonight because there are just so many things going through my mind. It's such a weird feeling. You have so much to say but you just can't put it into words. Maybe it's only me because I'm convinced that I have ADHD. Oh, and then there are also those times when you want to say something so badly and your mind just goes BLANK. Yeah, they're bitches, too. I was reading Greg's sister's journal. Jesus fucking Christ, that thing makes me stupider by the minute. It's just a bunch of abbreviations and nonsense all squished together in paragraph form. It reminds me of what my info's used to look like back when I was in fifth grade... (the gurlygrl days, my friends) Sure I act immature in person but I hope I don't sound like a total dumbass while I'm at it. I try to keep my stupidity level to a minimum, if I can help it. Although I have been having air-head moments, but hopefully that's just a passing phase. Hm, Halloween is going to be really fun. Rob is coming over and we're playing hair salon, in an attempt to put my hair into liberty spikes. I've brought in the big ammo: Knox Gelatine. That shit glues your hands to your hair, it's so crazy. Then Alicia, Matt, Blake and Victoria are all coming over. Well, hopefully Blake is coming but I have the strangest feeling that he might get lost on his way to my house. That boy needs some guidance. Jeez, school is a drag. I've been caught up in homework and ever since we've been reading The Outsiders, I talk more and more like the characters in my book today. Like, today I saw the fuzz who paid me a visit in school. And, you dig? Yeah, I quote books. I'm cool. Whoa, our soccer team is on fire LIKE WHOA. Yet another shutout by the Pitman Wildcats, thanks to our goal scorer Anita Marquez. She had a corner kick and she bended it and it went right into the goal. Very, very nice. Nothing makes me happier in soccer than taking a girl out. I kneed a girl in the nose in the game because she fell and her face was right about the ball so I went to kick it and her fucking nose got in the way. That hurt my already hurt knee a lot. Oh, man, oh man. It's so funny when boys say that they did shit with you when in reality you wouldn't even think of letting them do that to you. Hahahaha, I can't get over how funny that is. Daylight savings time has screwed me up. It's like I have jet lag or something. I got home from school and passed out until 5 o'clock when I managed to drag myself out of bed. The only good thing about it is that after so many months of waiting, my watch is finally the right time again. No longer is it an hour early. Woot to that! God, I'm lazy.

I conclude.

You Say You Want A Revelation?

Kill me. [Saturday, October 25th, 2003 written at 9:52pm]
[ mood | melancholy ]

I haven't been in the mood to update lately. I hate crying in general, but crying in school is the worst. I hate people who take shit way too far and don't know when to stop. I hate people who drink or smoke, then do a shitty job at concealing it. Why do people eat if they know that they're just going to throw everything up anyway? I'm not bulimic or anything, that question is just bothering the hell out of me. God, I hate lots of things. Mike, Stephen, and I resolved matters in school because after me crying in science, he finally realized that he had taken his "joke" too far. We resolved everything with a nice group hug. Alicia and I were supposed to go to creamy acres with Matt but we didn't so Alicia and I just went to see Scary Movie 3. It was funny. I don't feel good. I have a soccer game tomorrow, I love soccer. Playing it makes me feel so much happier. Don't ask questions. I'm not in the mood for it.

I conclude.

You Say You Want A Revelation?

Passion can't apply when we're so drained and pale. [Wednesday, October 22nd, 2003 written at 8:17pm]
[ mood | chipper ]
[ music | The Distillers ]

So there is...this boy. And then there is...me. I like this boy, and he likes me. I never get to see this boy which sucks my day up. Mrs. Adams is a crazy old hag who is just plain fucking crazy. Today because that mastodon Jen Vance was flapping her fat, stuttering, unable-to-pronounce-her-R's lips I was unable to learn something that I really, really need some fucking help in! Did I mention that girl resembles a walrus/mastodon in the worst way? Just looking at her and hearing her speak makes me sick. She's so...repulsive. I hate her. With a passion. So anyway, her and Megan Swenson (who I don't like either) were speaking and Mrs. Adams went effing out of her mind and started screaming at us. Ah, fuck. Looks like I'm failing the next math test. THANKS JEN EFFIN VANCE. I'm in such a good mood because of this boy. I love soccer more than anything. We got to scrimmage the boys today which is always very, VERY fun. I love being on defense. Mr. Tranchina said that the boy's soccer coach wanted to recruit me for their team. That's silly. I'm supposed to go to a gay blink17292348630498 concert with Alicia and Matt if Alicia can get tickets. I could care less if I go. I have definitely decided to be BRODALICIOUS for Halloween. I want Alicia to be heroin.
She thinks it's too hard to be a drug. Whatever. She's just not creative enough. My knee was doing so much better today but after five minutes of playing soccer it was HUGE again. But it's okay because I love soccer. I don't want this season to end, but we're definitely in the playoff's so that's so boss so that means we'll probably be playing until December. If we win the playoffs we'll be playing even longer, going all the way in soccer would be so great.
This entry is meaningless. Blake :). I love firedrills.

I conclude.

1 Revel In This/You Say You Want A Revelation?

Drugs are bad, mmmkay? [Tuesday, October 21st, 2003 written at 10:21pm]
My dad is almost convinced that I'm on drugs. Lovely. I using my nightly visit of about 10 minutes downstairs and my dad looks at me and says, "Why are your eyes so dilated? Are you doing something up there [meaning my room] that I should know about?" Oh God, great. My grandma thinks I'm going to kill myself and my dad thinks I snort speed through a twenty-dollar bill in my room. And all I wanted to do was get some pretzels...
1 Revel In This/You Say You Want A Revelation?

I want you to sigh. Never in tune, just sigh. [Monday, October 20th, 2003 written at 10:05pm]
[ mood | energetic ]
[ music | Da Distillahz ]

Wow, I hate my computer. It's useless and only crashes every five seconds.
Anyway, I wrote this huge entry and it deleted, so here goes it again:
This summer has definitely changed me. I think it began while on vacation when a boy started hitting on me. This boy came up to me trying to strike up a conversation (he was a good looking one too) and something just came over me and I went insane. I got so scared and I just said something sarcastic and ran off. I wouldn't go out to the pool until making sure he wasn't there. Now if this were the old me I would have just been like "hey baby" but no, I totally freaked out and got all shy. This, my friends, was my demise. My status in the middle school dating pool has now totally depleted. Today in communications I was reading the dictionary for fun so I learned all of these new, nifty words that make me sound like an intellectual, anyway. Maybe I really do have social anxiety disorder, but if I don't then I'm just screwed for life or something. Tonight a situation arose where this boy liked me and once the word "going out" was mentioned I got totally scared. I was like going into convulsions. Maybe it's being labeled as "his girlfriend" that scares me, or maybe because I've just totally grown to hate that phrase "going out" over the past few months. Maybe it's because I'm afraid of getting hurt in these things that are supposed to resemble relationships that last on average about two to three weeks. Why would one want to "go out" with someone who was almost clinically insane? Really, I would much rather be with someone who is emotionally and mentally stable than someone who is going to end up as a potential stalker, just because they're cute. Today as I was stalking people out and reading their info's I noticed that just about everyone had "I love so-and-so" in their info's. I mean, even people like Rob Huber have a significant other. That's freaking weird but it's okay because Rob huber is boss as shit. Then people like Kim Erskine talk about how many boys are "into her" and I swear I've never seen my gag reflexes act up so quickly. I fear that one day I won't be able to control myself and I'll just end up spewing projectile vomit all over my computer screen. I confuse myself so much. One day I'll want a significant other and the next I'll be totally anti-boy. Oh, the troubles and woes of a 13 year old girl. I am so glad I'll never have to be this age again. What is up with these people who say that middle school years will be the best of your life? These years fucking suck and I never want to have to relive them ever again. Everyone just makes things into what their not and I am almost certain it is just to give themselves something to do. Everyone tries to act like they're so much older than they are too. The day I get out of Pitman will be the happiest one o f my life. Or at least the day that I get my license and a car so I can drive to-and-fro whenever I want. Well this has been about a month's work of thinking. I'm tired of typing this and boring whoever reads this (if anyone). On a side note: After listening to Coral Fang for the past six hours over and over again, I decided to Distiller-ize my journal. I know that it's cool and if anyone wants one just as cool then they should COMMENT and tell me and I'll be more than happy to do one for you.

I conclude.

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I watched you burn in the eye of my sun. [Saturday, October 18th, 2003 written at 11:14pm]
[ mood | indescribable ]
[ music | Love is Paranoid - The Distillers ]

Tonight I had oodles of fun. I've started putting aside the bullshit and just having a nice time with friends. Matt, Ian, and myself went over Alicia's and we tried to watch a movie but that turned out unsuccessful so we decided to go and porch monkey it up. Then we decided to play knock-knock-zoom-zoom which also turned out unsuccessful. So we went and visited Mike then we went and frolicked on the walls school playground. Came back and made Ian and Matt watch a movie pack-full of gay men and girls doing ballet. Wonderful night :)

Oh God, I can't stand people who try to pull that controlling shit. I also can't stand people who are so wrapped up in this trivial middle school bullshit.
Why do people smoke try to cover it up but do a real shitty job at it. God, I just hate people who smoke in general. It's so fucking disgusting.
This journal entry was pointless. I promise, I'll have something good one of these days.
While you're waiting I think it would be a good idea to comment.

I conclude.

You Say You Want A Revelation?

Baby, you make my heart beat faster. [Saturday, October 18th, 2003 written at 1:43pm]
[ mood | mellow ]
[ music | For Tonight You're Only Here to Know - The Distilers ]

Wow, I just got the Distillers CD and boysnightout today and if I may say so, The Distiller's CD is fucking AMAZING. I urge everyone to go out and buy it right now.

Last night was another gay middle school dance. I hung out with cool Blake and Alice Cooper for the majority of the night. Alice Cooper and I were cool and wore our sunglasses there but I hardly wore mine because Blake was wearing them all night. Whatever, he looked cool in them so it's all good. After the dance we went to Jim and Mikes which is always fun but poor Jason has a bad case of herpes and lice. :( Poor kid. I was trying to get him to stop crying about everything but it didn't really work. I was just in such a good mood last night. Don't ask me why but I had a great time and that's a first time in a while. Nothing is better than spending the night with people who make you laugh and having NO DRAMA WHATSOEVER. :)
Well, except for Jason getting herpes. But I think that was more traumatizing.
I'm rambling about nothing. I need to go to bed real early tonight so I'll be nice and energized for our soccer game tomorrow. Woot to soccer!

"I love you so much, it hurts when I pee"
oh my, oh my, oh my. Alicia and Bianca, the damn churchie.
Bianca's a slut. When you see her make sure to throw shit at her.

I conclude.

You Say You Want A Revelation?

[Thursday, October 16th, 2003 written at 9:53pm]
Wow, isn't it crazy how you can think, "this is the happiest day of my life." one day, and then all of a sudden, everything starts going way downhill from there. What goes up must come down, I guess. One way that I'm going to try to keep my happiness on a neutral level is just by not liking people and not trying to start shit with people. I even IMed julby today to tell her happy birthday and that I would try to be more civilized with her. Damn, I'm special, eh?
Oh, I'm too screwed up to even be able to think anymore.

Victoria is bringing me a Mickey mouse hat to wear to school tomorrow. I'm so happy because it'll look cool. She'll look cool with her fuzzy cow hat, too. Woot to hats.
Oh, and Tara and I definitely have the gangster touch in soccer.
yeah, I'm having an ADHD moment.

I conclude.
You Say You Want A Revelation?

[Thursday, October 16th, 2003 written at 10:13am]
[ mood | your mom ]

I'm in science right now and all these computers are being totally gimped up. Everyone is doing their test and since I missed school yesterday for a dermotolgy appointment, I don't have to take the test. Wheee! I'm so bored. I have to wear a stupid knee brace in soccer now because my knees just totally gave out on tuesday and now they're totally gimped up. Ahh, I got my pictures back and they look HORRIBLE. My face is totally shiney and ugly looking. My pictures are always bad look but whatever, I can't do anything about it. Well, unless I get plastic surgery. That's always a possibility, eh? Today is Esteban's birthday and a year ago today I was very happy. Too bad I'm not that happy anymore. Grr, Stephen and Mike aren't coming over here. They're my only frends in science because John Moore makes fun of me too much. Mike is friggen hot. Stephen is banging. Mike disgusts me. You're gay. Stephen is reading over my shoulder. John Moore is awesome.

I'M SPENT.

You Say You Want A Revelation?

101 things about Katie. [Sunday, October 12th, 2003 written at 11:44pm]
[ mood | tired ]

Here it is, folks: a list of 101 things about me. It's very long and tedious but please humor me, read it, and comment.

1. My full name is Katie Ann Ward Bartholomew, I dropped the Ward though because I hate it. (Mother's maiden name)

2. I'm 13 years old but I have the mentality of a four year-old sometimes.

3. I have one and only one best friend, Alicia

4. I used to have two best friends but then complications arose and we grew apart :(

5. I like it when boys have nice sounding voices

6. I used to try to be gothed-out in seventh grade, but it just wasn't me

7. I only like songs for their lyrics

8. I'm obsessed with my blurty

9. I don't like anyone and I'm trying my hardest not to because boys just make me upset. But sometimes I find myself wanting someone just to hug or something. I don't know, I'm a loser

10. I love songs that threaten death upon people.

11. Soccer is such a great sport and everyone should go out and play RIGHT NOW

12. I love reading and people find that so surprising for some reason

13. I hate being overly cold, but I hate being over-heated. I like a perfect, warm temperature

14. I hate big crowds and I am even afraid sometimes to go places because I know there will be a crowd

15. I have lots of trouble remembering things that happened about five seconds ago, but ask me about it an hour later and I
can remember.

16. I can't stand bad grammar/bad spelling.

17. I'm always tired.

18. I could care less anymore about these social standings and who's cool and who's not.

19. I don't really hate anyone. I just don't like some people, not hate though.

20. I try my hardest not to talk about people all the time, but I'm a 13 year old girl, I can't help it.

21. I don't want to die only because I want to know what is going to happen years to come.
Also, I have no clue what there is after death and fear of the unknown is always the scariest.

22. I don't know if I believe in God or not.

23. I have little, next to no faith at all.

24. I hardly trust anyone with anything

25. I don't trust people because everyone is the same. If they find out something juicy they tell all of their friends, and then
they tell their friends, and then they tell their friends and so on and so on.
26. I hate thinking, it always makes me upset.

27. I try not to deal with my problems as much as possible

28. I also run away from my problems a lot just because I know that they're going to get me depressed in the long-run

29. I try to keep myself busy as much as possible just so I don't have to think at all.

30. My mom thinks I'm depressed

31. I think that sometimes too.

32. I can't open up to anyone. The one person I could is gone.

33. "I can barely smile."

34. I like writing because the more you write without thinking, the more you can just find out about yourself. And it's easier to put things into words if you don't think and just write.

35. I'm obsessed with my blurty for that reason.

36. I'm so impatient.

37. I think my impatience also reflects on my personality and the reason I can't have anyone do anything for me. I have to do it myself because I work at my own pace, anyone else's pace just isn't fast enough for me.

38. I can be a perfectionist at times.

39. "It's a shame I don't think you'll notice."

38. I hate when people beat around the bush with me.

39. And most of all I hate when people just don't notice the obvious and blame the problem on other things.

40. I don't like when people don't take responsibility for their actions

41. I don't care how gay I sound anymore because the closest I'll ever get to therapy is by saying things they way I want to
say them.

42. I can only like a boy if he's a lot like me, and if he doesn't get offended too easily because if so him and I will definitely clash.

43. I hate anti-Semites. Jewish people never did anything to deserve what happened to them in World War II yet people still give them endless shit and hate them. Hate them for what? Any anti-Semite fuckers do us a favor and either a) kill yourself
or b) read the book and see the movie The Pianist (staring Adrien Brody) and read Anne Frank's diary.

44. My favorite actor is Adrien Brody

45. I have very strong opinions.

46. It makes me mad when people are weak and are too afraid to voice their opinions because they're afraid of what's going to be said about them.

47. I hate when people comment and say something mean, then don't sign their names thinking they're huge badasses.

48. I doubt anyone is going to read this.

49. It gives me great satisfaction when I delete people on my buddy list. I have 40 people right now.

50. Music controls and saves my life.

51. Disney World is my favorite place to be.

52. I have a horrible complexion but luckily I go to a dermatologist and he's helping me clear it up :)

53. I don't know how a parent just lets their kid walk around with horrible acne. It's such a shitty feeling.

54. I am near-sighted so I have cool glasses that I wear at school sometimes.

55. I'm in Espanola Uno

56. I can't speak Spanish though.

57. I can say "What is your name?" in two ways and count to nine though.

58. My grandma thinks I'm going to kill myself

59. I have been keeping this blurty consecutively for over two months now.

60. I usually have trouble sticking with one thing for a while.

61. I get bored of things so easily.

62. I hate repetition and I'm praying my life doesn't keep going the way it is.

63. I like sad, slow emo songs filled with hatred and heartbreak.

64. sixty-four is one of my two favorite numbers.

65. Every night an acid eats away at my face..

66. An acid called Retin-A, it gets rid of pimples very efficiently.

67. I couldn't wait for school to start but now I can't wait for it to end.

68. I hate looking ahead for things when I know that there is so much longer to go.

69. Time itself makes me upset.

70. Don't you wish I made a joke about '69' ? Too bad.

71. Sarcasm is a great invention and I urge everyone to make good use of it.

72. Having a good vocabulary is always an essential.

73. I can't stand it when people have bad grammar. It makes them sound stupid.

74. Spell-check is a great invention, too.

75. "But for now, I'll look so longingly."

76. I don't really consider a lot of people "friends", I have a lot of acquaintances, but not all of them are considered friends.

77. Abbreviations on the internet (i.e: u, lol, bff, wuts ^. etcetera) make me mad. It doesn't take that long to type out a whole word.

78. Bands like Good Charlotte make me mad only because they sing about the lifestyles of the rich and famous and how they hate them so much, and then look at them, they're rich and famous. Also they consider themselves "punk" while they are singing about the advantages of credit cards and cash.

79. Plus they're faggots.

80. Did you know that Avril Lavigne's best trick on a skateboard is an ollie? Pshh, she's some sk8rrRr gRrRrL@$%^@^@#$

81. These middle school years have been, so far, the worst of my life.

82. It's gay how people hold things against people from years ago. I don't even hold anything against Julby, I just don't like her. I'm not going to be gay and say "well you didn't come to my party a year ago so I hate you!" That's bullshit and people who do that are full of bullshit. Hey, kill yourselves.

81. Music can have a big impact on my emotions.

82. Sometimes I am almost convinced I have ADHD because I can't keep still.

83. When I'm real bored I like to type with my nose.

84. I don't like awkward situations and try to avoid them at all costs.

85. I'm always incredulous of myself and sometimes I really don't think I can pull certain things off.

86. But then other times I'm really confident in myself.

87. I judge people too much.

88. I've been called down to the office so many times for discipline reasons, I've had the police threatened on me and have even had them come to my house but I have never once been written-up or been sent to the office in class by a teacher. Amazing, eh?

89. This year I plan on being totally about my grades and so far I have done a very good job at it.

90. I really like my calves but I hate my thighs.

91. I think that long eyelashes on guys look really good.

92. I love big, brown eyes.

93. The only reason I made it out of the summer alive is because I would stay up until 6 o'clock in the morning and wake up at 6 in the night.

94. I think that the mind is so interesting so I want to be a psychiatric nurse-practioner when I'm older.

95. I always have to have exact details and everything needs to be planned to a T

96. I hate people who have bleach-blonde hair and look like they were locked in a tanning bed for 4 hours. It's muy unattractive.

97. Happiness is a valuable thing.

98. All I ever do is study for test after test but in the end it's rewarding.

99. I'm obsessive when it comes to reading other people's journals.

100. I would hate to die at a young age.

101. I always try to be myself.


Ah...

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I'm letting go of everything I once loved. [Sunday, October 12th, 2003 written at 5:09pm]
[ mood | sick ]

I don't feel good but I'll just do a brief summary of last night/today.

Last Night
Alicia and I went to D.U. Dinner. I got to sit next to 17 year old piece of hotness, Mike Vasarras and Alicia was jealous. Mike Vassaras touched my arm: There is a god; be thy name Mike. Watched everyone piss drunk. Stared at the cute bartender's muy cute butt. Cute bartender struck up a conversation with Alicia and I. Both of us felt very privileged after that. Mike Vasarras. Almost died of second hand smoke inhalation. Got my period; mom had to go around asking for tampons for me. Listened to everyone say, "fuck" every other word. All in all, it was a fun night.

Today
Woke up 10 minutes of 1, which meant I woke up ten minutes before I had to meet at 7-11 for my soccer game. Getting to my game. Stupid fat girls. Natalie getting in fight (very, VERY entertaining). Screaming stuff at the gay mannington people. Tied 1-1. It was gay but at least we didn't lose. Feeling as if I was going to puke my internal organs out all over the field. And still feeling that way.

I hate repetition. My whole life just consists of it repeating itself over and over again I neeed something new in my life and it has yet to happen.
God, I hate repetition.

I conclude.

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I don't know why you mean that much to me. [Saturday, October 11th, 2003 written at 12:25pm]
[ mood | indescribable ]
[ music | Cheap Trick ]

Ahhh, I love Cheap Trick with a passion. Oh man, Alicia and I did this thing yesterday and we went to Dave's farm and we petted horses and saw cows and stuff and wow, that sure was fun. Horses are crazy ass motherfuckers, the thing is just standing there and it starts shitting like whoa and then it smiles at us. We had to keep Dave's psychotic dog from trying to run into the barbed wire fences or getting eaten by horses. Wow, that was an adventure. Eh? We went past Brady's house and we wanted to stop by but we were too scared. We're cool, eh? So tonight I'm going to a formal dinner in my dickies. Wheeeee. My entries have been nothing but nonsense, but it's easier to talk nonsense then actually face the truth and reality of how things are going. I like just making everything a joke. It makes life less painful. And life needs to be less painful every once in a while. I think that sometimes it's good to be numb to some things and face one problem at a time. Yeah, I'm a faggot, I know. So bite me.
Ah, enough rambling.

I conclude.

You Say You Want A Revelation?

I'm paralyzed. [Friday, October 10th, 2003 written at 1:58pm]
[ mood | pessimistic ]

Wow, I haven't updated this in a while. Well, actually, I tried updating the other night with some of my homicidal thoughts but it could not contact the server so I couldn't. I've been going through internet withdrawal and I wasn't on for the past two days. It's okay though because talking to people makes me real mad. People are very confusing and whenever you ask them for the truth it always seems to slip their minds. Or they were always referring to a different time (according to them) when you were asking about the present, so then they get upset if you accuse them of lying. My brother is an asshole. Let's kill him. I cannot wait to get my braces off. November 10th. THANK GOD. God, I cannot be left in peace for five seconds in this house. I am constantly being ordered to do every fucking thing and if I don't do it that second then the world will come to an end. Fuck you.
I'm mad.

I conclude.

You Say You Want A Revelation?

Is this what you wanted to hear? [Monday, October 6th, 2003 written at 6:56pm]
[ mood | annoyed ]
[ music | Autobiography of a Nation ]

Don't you hate it when things are confusing? And no matter how much someone tries to explain it you just don't get it at all...
...And don't you hate when the phone keeps ringing and you have to get up every time to see who it is because the caller ID isn't near you?...
...And don't you hate how you're always forced to turn your stereo down for the fucking "neighbors". Well what have the neighbors done for me lately?
And don't you hate how nothing EVER works out the way you always think it would. Everything has to be complicated and hard to understand, full of misunderstandings and miscommunications? Nothing can be done the easy way because everyone has to have their own shit factored into everything you do. If you like someone then someone else you know has to like them, just to make things difficult. If you want to go somewhere someone else will want to go another place. Why can't things just be simple and enjoyable? No, nothing can ever be simple. Simple is a foreign word in my life. Everyone (mostly my family) loves to fuck everything up for me and just make everything a long, drawn-out, painful process. If one just wants to do something simple by their selves everyone has to jump in and cause more complications, and I'm convinced that people do it just for the fun of it.

Since I'm asking all of these questions, I have one more to ask: Why the fuck is my chair broken?

I conclude...

You Say You Want A Revelation?

your mom. [Sunday, October 5th, 2003 written at 8:11pm]
[ mood | tired ]
[ music | Last Kiss- AFI ]

Wow, Alicia and I had a full-fledged porch monkey experience.
We took a bunch of blankets and layed them down on her porch and we sat on her porch, ate candy and almost fell asleep. We were porch monkeys to the extreme. In the morning we decorated her house and made a scarecrow out of cotton because we had no hay. Then we threw it up on her roof and we don't know how we're getting it down yet.

Anyway, I went to Maryland on Saturday at like 6 in the morning just to buy some ducks with my mom and Dave. I slept the whole time in the car. I got to hold a duck though! It was cute. I liked it.

Our soccer team is the absolute shit. 5-0 with no goals on us. OH YES! Those little fuckers were all like two years younger than us and we were plowing them over.

I have nothing interesting to tell in my life. God, I'm gay.

I conclude.

2 Revel In This/You Say You Want A Revelation?

"I'm Katie Bartholomew and you're not..." [Friday, October 3rd, 2003 written at 5:42pm]
[ mood | amused ]

Dear Blurty,
I have now been with you for a total of two months as of today. In all honesty, the only reason I began writing in you was not because I actually enjoyed it, but because I enjoyed making layouts for you. You have since grown on me though through out the past sixty days. We have seen some bad days and some good days together so far but let's hope that the rest are only good. Through you I have been able to vent all of my frustration and I have been able to make my opinions viewable and also just tell about how much my life can suck at times. I know I sound gay talking to you as if you were a real person but it's okay because you're just about the only thing that I have.
Love,
Katie

Anyway, onto further subjects. Student council is nothing but bribing people to vote for you by giving them candy but that's okay with me if they give good candy (or barrel monkeys which are even better than candy). Today they had the student council speeches and they were all the same boring things that we've all heard for the past two years: "I will not make promises I cannot keep,I will work hard to be your bitch, blah blah blah." Supposedly in Kim Erskine's speech she said "I'm Kim Erskine and you're not" hahahahah, I didn't hear her though, only because I couldn't understand a word she was saying.

I conclude.

You Say You Want A Revelation?

I'll die drowned by your standards [Thursday, October 2nd, 2003 written at 7:25pm]
[ mood | crushed ]
[ music | Black Sails in the Sunset fucking rocks. ]

Wow, I just read everything I just wrote. I had no idea what I was writing when I did write it. I just typed and typed with no thought to it. Please don't think I'm a total head-case because I'm not as gay as I sound in this thing!

I was totally winded in soccer. We ran so fucking much but it felt SO GOOD afterwards.

I'm in a horrible mood.
I'm going insane. Well, more insane than I already am.

I swear, I'm not that gay. I swear.
Oh, God, what the fuck am I talking about?
I'll just stop now.

I conclude.

You Say You Want A Revelation?

"Things are rough all over." [Thursday, October 2nd, 2003 written at 6:41pm]
[ mood | worried ]

Yeah, I know I'm a queer for putting a quote from a book that we're reading in school as my subject but that quote is practically the only thing I've been thinking about for the past two days. Why is the world so fucked up? And most of all, why am I so fucked up? I don't know, but I hate it. Why does all this crazy, unexpected shit have to happen to people who really don't deserve it, and why does it have to have an impact on others? I guess it's out of love and caring for the person, but God, if I could just rid myself of this "love" and "caring" shit I guess I could feel so much better and be so much happier right now. Everything is just getting to me! I heard that this one band is having a fucking live suicide at their next show and I was looking on the band's sight and I thought I was going to vomit or cry or something. That's fucking horrible and degrading! Suicide is bad enough but why do people have to put on a show about it? Everything is rough all over in this world. Even if you think you can get rid of your problems by just offing-yourself you're fucking wrong. You impose even more problems on people you love and who love you and it's just a permanent solution to a temporary problem. WHAT THE FUCK AM I TALKING ABOUT?! My God, if only I knew. As of right now I'm just writing the first things that come to mind and letting it flow. I've never actually opened up to anyone before in my life but last night I thought I was going to go insane and I just told Jason everything. I know I was just rambling on to him but he was so nice about it and just listened and that is exactly what I needed. I wish I could open up more, maybe then I'd be a lot happier but it's just impossible. I can't do it no matter how hard I try because I know that if I did I'd just make a total ass out of myself and when I walked by people would say, "There goes Katie, the crazy one..." And then this book, The Outsiders. Why can't people just be civilized anymore? Why do they have to go around picking fights just for the sake of showing that they're tougher than others? I feel so selfish because I have everything I need, and then there are these people who have to actually resort to killing others just to get by and live day-to-day. I'm such a fucking faggot! But I'm only saying what I feel I have to get out and say before I spontaneously combust. Oh yeah, emotions suck. What I would give to become totally apathetic and not feel anything...

Before I totally weird everyone out...

I conclude.

You Say You Want A Revelation?

What if I could go to sleep for days, would you count the hours? Or would your restlessness consume fading memories of me. [Wednesday, October 1st, 2003 written at 7:38pm]
[ mood | apathetic ]
[ music | God Called In Sick Today ]

Wow...the girls on my soccer team = freaking great! I laughed my ASS off today at our party. We sat outside on this hammock just talking about everything from third nipples to arm fat. That party was so much fun. We got our warm-up uniforms today and they are fucking hot as shit! We're all wearing them to school tomorrow (except for Bianca because she got elastic pants. Poor kid)
This little fucking seventh grader (no names mentioned) IMed me today calling me a whore ad fershizzle. I told him to come to my locker to talk to me if he wanted to say something but he said no because he's a little pussy. I instilled the fear in him for sheezy. B.H.S. finally has the opportunity to show their true-colors and scare that kid shitless. Wheeee! Harrison is my best. That kid makes my day and according to him, I make his. Whee! I'm out of fun stuff to write. :(
I got a note today from John and it was so sweet. It made me feel important 2 for flinching is the best game to play in science. And if someone is trying to strangle you with the pull strings of your sweatshirt and Mr. Gordon happens to notice, just tell him that they're helping you fix them. It worked for me. John Moore beat the shit out of me when we were playing 2 for flinching because I'm gay and I flinch every time.

I conclude.

You Say You Want A Revelation?

[Wednesday, October 1st, 2003 written at 10:57am]
I'm in science right now because I'm cool. I don't feel like doing any classwork so I decided to be all "hey, I'm cool because I'm in school udating my journal. Mr. Gordon is coming. Bye bye.
You Say You Want A Revelation?

After the things you say, you hate me for being this way [Monday, September 29th, 2003 written at 7:12pm]
[ mood | contemplative ]
[ music | Paris in Flames ]

Oh, you fuckers.
First of all, all people are assholes. Oh my God, someone said that you guys are married, let's make a big fucking deal out of it and be gay about it, shall we? It was a harmless remark, how about you just leave it at that instead of making it evolve into all this drama that is just totally unnecessary.

Let's see, I didn't talk to mike at all today, it's okay though because as of right now I do not want to talk to him at all. I'd rather not talk to him than fight, it just makes life so much easier.

I hate being such a high strung person. I am always so anxious about everything. If I'm going some where with a big crowd I'm so fucking scared to go. I almost go into convulsions every time the intercom comes on to call someone down into the office because I think it's going to be me for some asinine reason that I'll get in trouble for. My goal this year is to be good and just mind my own business and not get caught up in any bullshit that might result in me getting in trouble.
Sixth grade I only got called down like once or twice for discipline reasons, but in seventh grade it was like every week I was getting called into Mrs. Roberts' office so she could bitch at me.
I am hoping this year will be much, much better.
I was having such a bad day today that I thought I was going to cry because I'm a big emotional douche bag, but then my best friend Matt made it better by giving me a hug in order to prove his straightness.
He says he loves me more than my other best friend (my bed). I think he's wrong but whatever.

I'll post more later.

I conclude.

You Say You Want A Revelation?

I know that you will never be able to destroy what is meant to be. [Sunday, September 28th, 2003 written at 1:08pm]
[ mood | aggravated ]
[ music | Charles Atlas- AFI ]

Wow, I've just been reading the outsiders for the past 3 hours and I just finished it. That was such a great book. It was so sad, too. I still have to finish reading Anne Frank's diary because I've been reading that for the past month. I don't get it. For some reason I just can't read that book fast, I have to take it in a little at a time. But they're both very good books and I definitely recommend them. Whee! We have a lovely soccer game today. So far in the unofficial standings our team is in 1st place. We've scored 10 goals and have none scored on us, plus we're undefeated. We're playing East Greenwich is is also in first place as of now, they've scored 18 goals and have had a few goals scored on them. I am praying to God that we beat them, because I can't stand the thought of losing to a bunch of motherfuckers. I don't feel good either, so the first person to start shit with me at that soccer game is getting puked on. Those assholes.

Oh, and fuck you. Fuck you for starting shit with me and then wanting to be my friend again. It doesn't work that way, you asshole. And don't pretend like you don't care when you really do.

I conclude.

You Say You Want A Revelation?

Write these words back down inside. [Saturday, September 27th, 2003 written at 10:33pm]
[ mood | tired ]

You're gay, but guess what: I'M GAYER hahaha. Thanks for telling me that mike. I'll make sure to act extra-gay, just for you. People are gay. I mean, come on? How many times do I have to bitch and complain about people announcing their love for others in their info? And you know what is especially sad? When they announce their love they spell love "luv".
I thought that ended in sixth grade. People surprise me every day. I went to some partay with Alicia today. Her cousins WHORE of a girlfriend was there. I hate her. Alicia, Katie, and I kept talking about her like whoa. Hahah. Then this fat kid comes up because we were all playing soccer and we stole his soccer ball and he started punching me and grabbing us all in various places. Hahah, it was so great. I'm bored and I don't feel like typing.
Bite me.

I conclude

You Say You Want A Revelation?

Today has been cluttered with broken details, filthy stitches and a conscience that won't shut up. [Friday, September 26th, 2003 written at 9:32pm]
Wow, I was just at a football game. Haha. I went with Alicia and Mary was there and I was with her the whole time! I love Mary! She needs to come back to school because homeschooling just isn't cool. So we jammed with the band and cheered with the cheerleaders, and every time I saw Jenell I screamed shit at her because I love her. There was a fun fight. AND THEN THERE WAS THIS GIRL FROM THE SHALICK COLOR GUARD WITH ELF EARS! You would have to see it to believe it but I was afraid I might vomit all over myself. It truly was disgusting. I am praying to God that they were fake. Ew, everyone is in a "relationship" with someone else. That's pretty gay. Relationships are gay, and yeah, so are you. Fuckers.

I conclude.
You Say You Want A Revelation?

[Wednesday, September 24th, 2003 written at 9:57pm]
[ mood | tired ]

Wow, could it be that I actually did something today? Well, after soccer practice (We scrimmaged the boys, yay!) I got home, hauled ass and got ready in 10 minutes and went to the highschool boy's soccer game with Jenell and Alicia to see Brady. My God, after seeing Mr. Morris jump up and down, screaming his head off and shaking I am so afraid of that man. Well, Pitman lost but it was a very good game.

These people that my mom works with, their 19 year old daughter just died of a heroin overdose and she wrote a poem all about how she wishes she could get her life back on track but she just can't, and how she doesn't want the drugs to ruin her life and kill her. It's really weird, and I can only help but feeling pity for that girl.

Well, I'm gay so...

I conclude.

You Say You Want A Revelation?

hANstGERman: i lo0o0o0ve you [Tuesday, September 23rd, 2003 written at 8:43pm]
[ mood | cynical ]

Whee! Tomorrow Licia and I are going to Brady's soccer game!
Brady upsets me. We had a serious discussion tonight and I love him. He's so awesome, and easy to talk to. Today was uneventful. Jenell and her friend April came after school today so I walked home with them. Kim Erskine still wants to fight me but there is no way in hell I am fighting her. It's unbelievably stupid. Plus she's...Kim. One would have to know Kim to understand my reasoning, I suppose Went to soccer practice and was warned by my coach to not grow up mediocre. For the first time in my life I actually have big calves from running so much. It's crazy but I love it. Tomorrow will be fun. I'm tired and bored :(

I conclude.


wheeeeeeeeeee
wheeeeeeeeeee

You Say You Want A Revelation?

Oh, you people. [Tuesday, September 23rd, 2003 written at 4:05pm]
[ mood | working ]

Hm, maybe this is just my twisted thinking, but you know that Christina Aguleria and Lil' Kim song "Can't hold us down" ? It's all about how men can have sex with tons of women and be praised for it, but if a woman has sex with a bunch of guys, she's called a slut. In my opinion, it's like that song is encouraging women to have sex with a bunch of guys. Sure, the double standard that men have isn't cool, but that doesn't mean a girl should go around having sex with a bunch of guys just to get back at men.

"Check it - Here's something I just can't understand
If the guy have three girls then he's the man
He can either give us some head,or sex so raw,
If the girl do the same, then she's a whore
But the table's about to turn
I'll bet my fame on it
Cats take my ideas and put their name on it
It's aiight though, you can't hold me down
I got to keep on movin'
To all my girls with a man who be tryin to mack
Do it right back to him and let that be that"


That verse in the song is the sole reason for my opinions of this. They're saying to do it right back and that the tables are about to turn. I have an even better idea. How about both sexes stop being total whores and screwing everyone just for sport? Problem solved.
Bitch at me all you want. I still won't care.

BNO CD comes out today. I am definitely getting it very, very soon.

I conclude.

You Say You Want A Revelation?

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