Words are flying out like endless rain into a paper cup

omg.
caitlin mcelroy
is the coolest
and dare i add most badass
chick on the face of the planet.

i can't wait to go run around in the park with her.
and go see star trek tonight.

BAH

Oh hi. This is Katie. I'm multitasking at the moment. Currently, my gameboy is making me laugh hysterically. Don't ask. I don't even know. . My tonsils are also as big as the fucking moon. Holy hell. Nothing is helping. I might have to go to Thagard soon. My photoblog is collecting dust; I haven't been able to update as much as I want. Sometimes carrying around my camera, especially around ridiculously drunk people, isn't appealing.

Wtf. Katie just drew me on her DS. She is a pro. An artistic pro. I adore her. She makes me squee. And vice versa, I hope.
<3

-Angel

:D

Caitlin, hurry the f up and come to Tallahassee. And bring mumsy too <_<

YES WE DID!!!!

Hello Live Journal people, this is me talking in my own real voice. I am not typing this. No really, because I am using Jott. It's really cool, just like you just call a number and say yes, so yeah it's speaking(?) at me. So, I am going to go now, goodbye.

listen:
http://www.jott.com/show.aspx?id=7…
Powered by jott.com

Distractions? Distractions? Only prolonging the inevitable. I can bury myself in books and music and happy friend stuff for so long. Too bad this couldnt've happened some week when I didn't have anything to do or anyone to see or anywhere to be.

Alex said something interesting last night online. He said that people are like windows with four panes of glass: one of which both people can look through, one only others can, one only the owner of the window can, and the other no one can. Maybe so, but the sizes of the panes seem to favor one more than others.

Why are some people capable of talking and talking and talking without ever saying anything, while there's others who only speak in caveman grunts or scatterbrained smiles? Does either type actually have anything important to say or are they both empty? Are we all? Did all humans use to have interesting thoughts but then natural selection started killing them off, preferring the get-in-get-out types? Or are we all hiding in caves?

Tell me who you are. I beg you.

Don't you hate those days when you wake up and you just want to get OUT of your body? Random pain sucks. It's like you can't think of anything that'll make you feel better; sleep, food, water, reading, going out... nothing sounds appealing.

edit: drinking tea and listening to this song helps.

edit again: riding my bike around and eating rolls and pineapples and BEEF helps alooooot.

I would just like to take a moment to tell everyone how awesome I think Caitlin is. She's is pretty damn cool, in all honesty. She knows so much about the world, and not to mention the fact that she is SO AMAZINGLY GORGEOUS. Wow. Just wow. I am not worthy. I think I shall give her all my money and also the shirt with the cherries on it, because I love her so.
And my lighter. I want to give her that as well.

OMG everyone! Everyone, gather around now. Let Auntie Katie tell you a story. Exactly 3 years ago minus a month and a day (ya rly), a silly little girl decided to get some new-fangled internet account called LiveJournal. Now she's posting her 600th entry. Now let me pull out my trusty computer calculator... that means that on average I posted ~.55 entries a day! Isn't that just souper? So let's celebrate! *does the enthusiastic finger dance*

Woot!!! I'm totally making use of FSU's campus-wide wireless internet at the Union! God, this is so cool. But it's about to rain. So byyyyyyyye!