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My pretty mouth will frame the phrases that will disprove your faith in man [30 May 2006|09:28am]
[ mood | Reflective ]
[ music | Ben Folds-Still Fighting It ]

Look at how much has changed. I can't muster the words to describe it.
Life has become deliciously complicated. Nevertheless, I'm so happy right now--I'm practically bursting at the seams. I'm so excited to move to Boston, but in a way I hope this idyllic summer never ends.

I am never going to lie to myself, and am never going to surrender part of myself to another person. Life is too short.

(3 gouged-out eyes | poke me with a stick)

I've got a new computer and a bright future in sales. [17 Aug 2005|10:52am]
[ mood | Concerned ]

I've had this Blurty since the summer after Freshman year, and it is now the summer before my Senior year. Old school, bitches!

I've rambled on about this subject innumerable times, but growing up is a concept I still cannot wrap my head around. What has changed, and what has remained the same?

I miss this blurty a little, sometimes. It contains some of my best entries ever. And for that reason I shall never completely abandon it, even though nobody actually reads it any longer.

(1 gouged-out eye | poke me with a stick)

u dON no mE [14 Jul 2005|09:46pm]
[ mood | irritated ]

What irks me (almost) more than anything else in this universe are the people who insist that you don't judge them-- That labels are the vestige of an age of bigots and ignoramouses.
Those who plead for your lenience are the kids that need a proscenium, be it clothes, make up, hair dye, piercings, in order to flaunt their individuality and re-affirm their self-worth. They scream and cry for attention with their outer appearance, because their personalities, intelligence, and actions are not extraordinary enough to gain the notice of their peers.

You know what? The more you cry that you cannot be so easily judged, the more I will pass superficial judgements on you based solely on your mode of dress. That statement tells me that in asking me not to cast you aside as simply a "goth", "punk", or "scenester" screams one thing, loud and clear: That you are desperately attempting to be a goth, a punk, or a scenester.
It's one thing to have a unique flair. I'm perfectly capable of appreciating someone's personal funky style,so long as you can own that and carry yourself in a manner fitting the way you choose to dress yourself. Honestly, could you see me ambling down the street decked out on black leather with a nose ring? No, it's just not the way I'm made, and I acknowledge that. You would immediately assume that I've gone and adorned myself with ornaments merely as a sad cry for attention.

Perhaps I am inclined to feel this way because I myself would rather recieve accolades for my personality and my actions rather than my highlighter green fishnet shirt and purple hair.
It's simple: Those who are true individuals won't be judged, for they are self-posessed and, most importantly, they know who they are. Someone who is self-actualized is not typically the prey for those who wish to belittle others for their poor taste in clothes.

(poke me with a stick)

I'm not dead yet! [30 May 2005|11:17am]
I refuse to let this journal fade away.

I'll breathe new life into it sometime soon.

(poke me with a stick)

The Best Thing Since Digital Watches [13 Apr 2005|09:55pm]
[ mood | The best ]
[ music | Spaiiiiiinnnn. No, not really. ]

Esoteric blurty updates composed in sporatic intervals! Sort of like a sneak attack during urban guerilla warfare, except a little bit less painful.

I ~~~~<3 you.

You know.


It's finally April. You know what that means? I can start swimming at the beach.

(2 gouged-out eyes | poke me with a stick)

[02 Apr 2005|07:40pm]
Square nuts.




The end.

(1 gouged-out eye | poke me with a stick)

It must be summer? [26 Mar 2005|03:27pm]
[ mood | horny ]

I wish I wish I wish it was summer.

I need it. Not want. Need.


And I'm so booorrreeeddd.

(1 gouged-out eye | poke me with a stick)

You'll Be Selling Books at the Airport! [13 Mar 2005|08:35pm]
[ mood | Amazing ]

I haven't publicly updated this journal in forever.

What to say?

Life is good great.

(4 gouged-out eyes | poke me with a stick)

Hunting Marlins [27 Jan 2005|12:49am]
[ mood | loved ]

"You loved him when he was alive and you loved him after. If you love him, it is not a sin to kill him. Or is it more?"
-The Old Man and the Sea, Hemingway.

This has nothing to do with anything. But for some reason this quote resonated within me, and I wanted to save it somewhere.

And no, my loved ones need not worry about me killing them whlist they sleep.

(7 gouged-out eyes | poke me with a stick)

From Start to Finish [28 Nov 2004|01:23pm]
[ mood | uncomfortable ]

This blurty is so dear to me becuase it's a chronicle of a strange, strange period in my life. A period laden with self-invented melodrama, giggling, and stormy fits of displeasure. A period that I believe is drawing to it's inevitable close.

I began my adventure in blogging on June 22, 2003. To quote, I said, "I'm new at this, so bear with me". I babbled, used those little internet smiley faces, and copious amounts of exclamation points. (Where did all that enthusiasm go, by the way?)

Now, on November 28, 2004, all of this seems as if it was composed by another person. Though it's been little more than a year, it feels like an eternity. I've amassed experience in this time. My beliefs, while not radically changed, have modified themselves in some way.

I feel strangely about change. Because I always have been the person you see now, but in previous years this person was buried under facades and stifled, not free to express itself. So I think evolved seems to be more of an appropriate term for the process. Perhaps other people change, but I'd like to call it evolution. (Because I love euphemisms)

So here I am, the new (and slightly improved?) Kate Noyes. (Strangely enough, the 'new and improved' Kate Noyes is neither new, nor improved. Rather she's been gifted with a new coat of paint.)

And I'll be seventeen on Wednesday. I suppose I'll continue to scribble my faux-epiphanies and crazed ramblings in here for yet another year. It's not as if I have anything better to do.

(3 gouged-out eyes | poke me with a stick)

Excite [01 Nov 2004|07:57pm]
[ mood | amused ]
[ music | Bare Naked Ladies-In the Car ]

According to the Fruedian diagnostic test, I'm a whore, sexual deviant, and all-around remorseless sinner. That's certainly food for thought.

Freudian Inventory Results
Genital (86%) you appear to have a progressive and openminded outlook on life unbeholden to regressive forces like traditional authority and convention.
Latency (53%) you appear to have a good balance of abstract knowledge seeking and practicality, dealing with real world responsibilities while still cultivating your abstract and creative faculties and interests.
Phallic (73%) you appear to have issues with controlling your sexual desires and possibly fidelity.
Anal (23%) you appear to be overly lacking in self control and organization, and possibly have a compulsive need to defy authority. If you are too scatterbrained, you will not develop much as a person as you will habitually switch paths before you ever learn anything.
Oral (10%) you appear to be stubbornly and irrationally against receiving help even when it might be the more intelligent option.
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Self-control and knowledge are overrated, anyways.

My mother wants me to marry Jaques Olivier. He's supposedly my male counterpart....and fabulously wealthy. Am I up for the challenge? I'm not one for monogamy. However, I am one for selfishly using others as a means to an end.

(2 gouged-out eyes | poke me with a stick)

"You ah so retahded" [28 Oct 2004|12:16am]
[ mood | Utter Disbelief ]
[ music | My neighbors screaming.....still. ]

So...Yeah.....Did you guys see that?

Because I do believe I just witnessed the Red Sox win the World Series.

So, where's Satan? I'm waiting for him to descend upon Massachusetts and reap a harvest of souls. It was part of the deal after all.
Jamie and I discussed rioting and causing undue harm to small animals and churches. Something tells me Marshvegas isn't ready for it.

Now, who wants to see the city of Boston be torn to shreds by elated college kids and drunken and lecherous men. Who wants to join them instead of attending school?

How 'bout them Red Sox?

(4 gouged-out eyes | poke me with a stick)

"Maw, I'm mighty tar'd. I need to sleep a spell...." [21 Oct 2004|08:53pm]
[ mood | Procrastinating ]
[ music | They Might Be Giants-'Till My Head Falls Off ]

So, HOW 'BOUT DEM RED SOX, EH?

I can now add that to those awkward silences without feeling like an absolute tool. God, I'm such a fair-weather fan.
You know, if the Sox somehow pull through and win the World Series there will be no school in Massachusetts. Really. Or nobody will attend, because the entire student body and faculty will be rioting in the streets of Boston, weeping openly,half sloshed, beer in hand, shouting things like, "Fuck da Yankees! They ah so queeah!....NO YOU AH! DON'T BE RETAAHDED, SULLY!"
Oh, I can't wait to count myself amongst their ranks.

Now, if they loose, we'll all die. No sarcasm there. The thousands of college students will stage some sort of overthrow of power. It'll be the Boston Massacre version 2.0. (Now with more carnage!)


Why are Pep Rallies mandatory this year? Keuther cannot force school spirit on me. Well, not with his current tactics. If he continues to spout out Jerry Maguire quotes during his motivational speeches then I'll have to organize a coup d'etat, French Revolution style. Leaders will be beheaded, there will be men "without knee britches" (Sans-culottes!) and sinister two-faced Robertspierre look-alikes who dupe an entire merchant class. It'll be a fun time.

Can you tell I miss European History?

(1 gouged-out eye | poke me with a stick)

Social Evolution [04 Oct 2004|09:39pm]
[ mood | nostalgic ]

People grow up. The entire system is baffling. It all occurs in the blink of an eye. Hell, just read back on people's blurties and you can track the change.

We begin as a self-centered and puerile child, screaming and yelling until we attain the object of our desire. Eventually, a social evolution occurs and we transform into a thinking, greedy being who uses subtlety, manipulation, and cunning to meet our ends.

I love it all, it's fascinating.

And we get to witness is in our peers. Sometimes it makes me feel like a research scientist, just observing it in my classmates at good old MHS. From the Pee Wee Football team to their first liscense test. Frightening.

(poke me with a stick)

Fuzzy Sentiments [22 Sep 2004|11:14pm]
[ mood | Someone please shut me up ]

We talked about the Robot Apocalypse today in Soslow's class. Hannah, Chris, and I had a field day. The man really is a god.

Say what you will, but the human being is inherently selfish. Our primary concern is posession. It's a base instinct built into out genetic make-up that's irreversible.
Some say that all men are imbued with a moral compass that help us differentiate between right and wrong. To me, this all seems like wishful thinking.

One may state things like, "Well, if humans were not born with an idea of right and wrong then why do all men think things like adultery, murder, and theft are evil?"
Simple.

All of the things that are considered deplorable are lesser or greater forms of theft. It all stems from our obsession with ownership. Posession is 9/10 of the law for a reason. We claim people, objects, places, ideas, lives.
Adultery? Theft of spouse. Murder? Why, the grandest theivery of all. The theft of life. The most greivous crime known to man. The mere thought stirs outrage amongst even the most corrupt vagrant. Having someone forcefully take away your most valued posession is an unforgivable transgression.

We all share similar moral orientations because no human being is exempt from that base primal selfishness that forces us to desperately cling to the little things in life. And if anyone challenges our right to posession, they are immediately dubbed corrupt and cast out for striving for something that someone else 'has dibs on'.

I'm not exempt from this criticism of the human race by any means. I adhere to the same principles. You steal my book? I'll kill you. You have sex with my husband? You'll be short one head. It goes on and on and on.
Don't you love knowing how childish your motivation and actions are but are unable to correct them?

(5 gouged-out eyes | poke me with a stick)

"God creates our things!" [18 Sep 2004|05:53pm]
[ mood | nostalgic ]
[ music | Save Tonight ]

Do you know what I love?

When you state as a rebutal in your history debate that " Just because the conquistadors were horny and were unable to keep it in their pants does no way excuse the senseless rape of the Arawak women." and your seventy year old History teacher giggles like a schoolgirl.


Growing up. It's a strange epidemic that's sweeping the students of MHS like the Black Death. I have yet to decide if I approve of this development or not.


The only thing I miss about last year was AP Euro with Mr. C. No more Locke and Hobbes debates, no more sexual innuendo, no more failed attempts at describing Calvinism. Hells bells and a bucket of blood.

(poke me with a stick)

In Case You Wonder Where I Get It From... [17 Aug 2004|11:36pm]
[ mood | cynical ]

Dad: Hey! You! Clean the catbox, it smells like urine.

Me: But I thought you liked the smell of urine. The stench adds to the general ambiance of 'squallor and pestilence'.

Dad: I can't wait 'till I'm old so I can soil my adult diapers with feces and urine so a hot nurse will come in and change my diaper, giving me a little bit of morning wood.

Me: Dad, when you're that old, you won't even be able to get morning wood.

Dad: (blinks) ...What? Susan, where the hell does she learn this shit?

Me: I learned it from watching you!


"Would you eat a rectal thermometer?...I would. Ah, mercury, sweetest of the transition metals."
-Sealab 2021

"Idle hands spend time at the genitals,and you know how much God hates that."
-Brak

(3 gouged-out eyes | poke me with a stick)

Does this make sense to anyone else? [01 Aug 2004|05:52pm]
[ mood | Fumbling for words ]

When I spend prolonged periods of time amongst people my own age, I begin to feel as if I'm older than 16. Not that my actions or statements would lead another to believe that I'm something more than an adolescent girl (people who know me will read this and scoff)...

But I witness the machinations and petty plots of my peers and immediately see through them, or tell what sort of reaction they hope to elicit. It's not difficult to discern their underlying motives.

Ugh, I look at what I've written and realized I've absolutely failed to convey my point. I just sound like a self-important narcissist. Maybe I'll give it a shot some other time. But that's unlikely.

(1 gouged-out eye | poke me with a stick)

LOOK AT ME! [28 Jul 2004|10:51pm]
[ mood | mellow ]

All of us who scribble our inane thoughts and ramblings in journals...we're such unabashed exhibitionists. However we may filter our entries, or privatize them, we're all looking to impress someone. There are few exceptions. Whether it be with our actions, wit, or intelligence, we secretly would like everyone to read and we awestruck by our outstanding qualities. ("He smoked how much?" "She hung out with who?" "Wow, that was deep..." etc....)

Don't think that because I'm writing this that it's an end to my chonicling of my dull and mundane life in the journals. Of course not. After all, I count myself amongst your ranks.

I'm still the same ridiculous girl, don't worry

(2 gouged-out eyes | poke me with a stick)

Lesson: Always Listen To Celebrities in Driver's Ed Movies. They Know What They're Talking About. [19 Jul 2004|01:07pm]
[ mood | disappointed ]
[ music | Pete Yorn-Starnge Condition ]

I GOT A THREE ON THE AP TEST

Phew, that is a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. You may think that a three is only mediocre (and you'd probably be correct), but I was convinced I recieved a one, or worse, no score at all. I was worried that I would shame the good name of Mr. C, blah blah blah.......

But on an aggravating note, I have to work today. This effectively ruins plans with Sean. I gave him the HIV, too. I'm a horrible person.

So, in conclusion, I'm mercilessly slaughtering my boss. Anybody up for late-night homocide? (Meet me in the back of St. Ann's church 11:00)

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