Sup!

Holy crap, I've had this account for a really long time! I started Sways when I was 14, and now I'm 19, so holy crap. Time flies. So yeah,my earlier stuff consists ofall of my shitty,junior high stories and poems about a boy who, in restrospect, really shouldn't have been able to break my heart but did anyway. Then towards the middle of my list of stories, you'll find my eleventh grade confusion, where angst was all I could think about and express. And now, after a long hiatus, I'm back, and my new story They Are The Roses deals with who I am now--um, I don't fricken know. A romantic? A hopeless one? Perhaps hopeful? A mess?

Whatever.

I think it would be great if you poked around through my stories for a while! Pull up a chair, score some cheese-in-a-can, get comfy, stay awhile.

Here are some random facts about myself!

I love ultimate frisbee so much that you wouldn't even understand.

I drop things a lot. I'm not sure what's wrong with me, but if I'm holding several objects, one of em's going down.

I love to dance! To dirty songs, to old 80's songs, to catchytop 40songs, I don't care! I just love to dance! But seriously I dance with like the natural grace of a trained circus bear, I'm so bad.

Coca Cola and Starbucks beverages make me act like I'm on CRACK.

I fall in love with the wrong guys. Every time. I've never been in love and happy at the same time.

Hobbits are sexy.

I obsess over things that are really embarrassing, like Felicity and Big Brother. And hobbits.

I hate shoes. Fuck shoes. SHOES DO NOT REPRESENT YOU.

I fucking love Dane Cook.

I hate tomatoes, and in fact I am sort of scared of them. If they touch me, I'm just like FORGET IT I'M OUT. However, I loooove tomato soup. I have it every year for lunch on my birthday.

I need my cell phone to live. If I do not have itI die.

My goal in life is to catch a bird. It doesn't have to be a fancy bird like a penguin (although, ideally, it would be a penguin because penguins are my favourite animal) or a flamingo (certainly not a flamingo, because they are bitches. They are like 'look at me I am very pink, also I am very gay."), but even just a little sparrow or a seagull. I don't know why, but this has been one of my endeavours ever since I was like, eight. I just want to chase after one and hold it and let it fly from my hands.

My other goal in life is to be an extra in a zombie movie. I.love.zombies. I even have a book called A Zombie Survival Guide, and one time I was over at this guy's house, and I'm pretty much in love with him, and he was like "Look, Kate, I have a Zombie Survival Guide! Would you like to borrow it?" and i was like "No because I OWN IT, SOULMATE!"

THIS IS PRETTY LAME. I'm going to stop while I'm ahead; before I start talking about this one time when I accidentally went into the men's bathroom at Wal-Mart and this guy came in and was like "um wtf i think you're in the wrong bathroom" and i was like *deepens my voice* "um, No I'm not," or like how this other time I accidentally stole the Me, Myself and Irene soundtrack from HMV (interesting tidbit: I ended up working at that very same store five years later!).

Um, peace! lmao i can't believe i just said peace. It seemed appropriate at the time, and now I feel like a knob. Whatev, have a great day!