x Kathyn. aka Kat
x 16 years young
x aussie



x leavers Oh.Nine.
x under the name of "supersnail".
x ..music.. addict.
x i talk to myself in italian (which is cool).
x learning to drive.
x speaking my mind occurs often. usually in the form of this blog.
x big blusher.
x me and my over-active imagination.
x loves food.
x and photography.
x band geek with my cool sax.
x incredibly gullable and naive.
x number plates interest me.
x books have overtaken my room.
x romantic in both meanings of the word.

x a LBD
x new pair of shorts
x a car





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Assuming makes an ass out of you and me.

So true.

And I thought that no one ever read this blog anymore. Serves me right for assuming so.

And now I feel like the biggest idiot. I feel so bad. I stuffed up bad, I know that. Science do I know that! (Using names now) Ryan might never forgive me. And I will accept that. For once, I will accept that. But I doubt that he will actually read this and realise how sorry I am, I think I might have scared him off my blog.

Man do I feel like the biggest bitch. It hurts so much now. Not because of my last post and how I felt then, but because I've seriously screwed up a good friendship just because I let my feelings get in the way.

I hope you forgive me, Ryan, if you read this. I really am sorry. I really do mean it.

I need to let go. Move on. I can't keep using that as an excuse. But truly, it did screw me around. That's why I'm jealous. Ryan needs to see that, too. And yes, yes, I see it form your point of view. So please see it from mine.

Mum was right. She always is, isnt she?

8:16 pm

I need to vent. Badly.

Let me just start by mentally screaming.

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Ok... that's a bit better.

How can he do that? How can he suddenly have the guts to do that when he never had the guts to even say a simple two letter word ('no') to me? You know, I would love to say a lot more. But the internet is never a safe place. Although even those simple words might be enough. But no, it's him. He wouldn't give a damn. He obvously doesn't about me. And its not even that they're going out, because duh... we all move on. That's life. I accept that. And it's not even her, but I like her. She's a nice girl. And it's not jelously that they are a couple, because I wouldnt want that with him either. It's just that he never had the balls to say no to me. He just dragged me along. Then a year down the track, told me that it was all fake. And he expects me to forgive me? Heck no! He was the trigger for my depression. And only a select few know how deep I got into it. But he couldn't have even said 'no'? Man, he's gutless. The gutless wonder.

What I wouldn't do to just throw a drink in his face at this moment.

Maybe that might calm me.

11:09 am

The Three Day Rule. A classic. When done correctly, it can really work a charm. It does exactly what it's supposed to do. Or in my case, did exactly what he wanted it to do. Lucky too, otherwise this might not be working. It's a bit cliche' actually, and extremely predictable. But still cute and good to know whats ahead. With my amazing fortune telling skills, I predict that he plays everything by the book. Classic. You see, these moves will actually work on me. I'm a romantic, you know. So playing this by the book will be exactly what I like. So this should be fun! I look forward to see what happens in the future.

5:30 pm

Who to choose?

Do you go for the one that has been there forever. The one you know. The one that knows you. Just like your favourite teddy bear as a kid.

Or do you go for the new one. The one you just met. The one who you seem to have an instant connection with. Just like that new ipod.

The teddy bear company is shy and not quite willing to take on competition. But Apple is a massive company that could literally engulf any competition it wanted -- the "ladies man".

8:43 am

Dramatic Texts may only sometimes comment on a context entirely different to the one presented in the narrative (but this doesn't happen often enough to be worth your time.) This statement is particualry (I know I spelt it wrong) true when analysis Arthur Miller's "The Crucible", which offers an insight into, maybe, the prevailing fear of communism through McCarthyism in the 1950's America, but I wasn't there so I wouldn't know. Although, the story is of how the small community of Salem is stirred into madness by superstition, paranoia and malice, culminating in a violent climax, is a savage attack on the evils of mindless persecutions and the terrifying power of false accusations (yes, that does sound familiar, I did just copy it off the back of the book). This play is really commenting on some stuff that happened in America (enough said) where some dude finally took the courage to stand up to those darn communists and jailed some in the process, some died too maybe, whether that was as a result of a disease called communism-itis or being mobbed in a dark alleyway by government officials or even starved to death because their house was egged by some snotty teenagers then they couldn't get out of their house to get food then died of starvation. So yeah! Everything got, like, heaps worse, like, than it already is in that stuffed country of The United States of America (all with capitals because they think they are soooooooooo great!!!) WHICH draws a chilling parallel between the Salem witchhunts of 1692 - 'one of the strangest and most awful chapters in human history' - and the McCarthyism which gripped America in the 1950s. This essay will discuss something to do with allegorical meanings in at least one drama text I have studied. However, that's as much as you'll get out of me at the moment because I actually have NO IDEA what I'm supposed to be writing about!!! However, it has some reference to a book by Dr. Seuss called the Sneegles, or something like that, with stars upon thy bellies which is really about either racism or something to do with some economic situation thing, which mothers don't tell their children, but maybe they should so maybe our world wouldn't be so stuffed up. And it also has some reference to a book about mice multiplying then the mouse government starting war then running them over with a car.

ANYWAY... I've run out of time!

2:43 pm