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Name: Catie
Birthday: 2/2/1988
Gender: Female
Interests: FRISBEE!!! smiling like a bluebird on a cheery morning...coloring! tech
Expertise: ex-cheerleader...(aman..this is all i'm good at? i'm hurt!)
smiling! being completely inane and dragging others into it and making them have fun or at least act like it..injuring myself backstage..getting bruises
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AIM:  LadyCatie88
Member Since:
5/13/2004
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| I'm sick. :(
It makes me want to sleep a lot.
Today, I did sleep a lot. I got a full night's rest. (eight hours) I took a nap instead of eating lunch. (one hour) I got home at the end of my day, ate a bowl of cereal, and slept. (three hours) It's 8:30. I've been awake about 1.5hours. I think I might go back to bed soon. If I go to bed at 9:30, I'll get tons of sleep. (eleven hours)
We'll see.
My roommate Becky just got home and was like "What, you're awake?!" I reassured her it's merely temporary.
Doctor's appt tomorrow. Yay! I've never been there before, and the Asian receptionist woman had lots of issues getting my name, even though I spelled it many many times. Hopefully communication is better in person.
Were I healthy, classes would be going fabulously. My schedule rocks. The classes are all interesting enough. (I love being a junior; I've gotten almost all requirements out of the way and can just take what I want for the most part!)
Aman and I are doing well. The roommate situation is going well. It frustrates me sometimes that there are other people around, but I think that's mostly because I'm ill and irritable. We three definitely get along swimmingly.
So yeah, that's that!
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| Yesterday I went to the pistol range with Raphi. It was fun. | | |
| So to make a long story short, I tripped on a sewer thingy (right by the Capitol) and hit my head on the base of a lamp post. I was taken by ambulance to the ER and ended up with 5 deep stitches and 9 visible ones. The cut is above my right eye, slicing right through my eyebrow, and it'll leave a scar but I think it'll be a tiny one. My friends were really sweet and waited in the waiting room for three hours for me (even though I told them they could go home), and Aman stayed with me the whole time and even got to watch them stitch me up. I never got to see the cut (Aman took a pic with his camera phone but that didn't show depth so I couldn't really tell), but apparently it was pretty awful. I'm totally fine though; I have a headache, but not even a terrible one. I looked pretty hardcore too, with my stitches and the blood down my (pretty white) tank top and the cut on my knee and all that. Thanks so much, my darling friends who waited for me! It meant a lot, even though I was in the room going "they should really leave! There's no point in them being here and this could take forever and they've gotta be starving..." I really liked coming out and all y'all being there.  | | |
| I'm the only one who didn't update.... I'm excited about the letter I found from Flaubert to his lawyer...quite excited actually. I expect great insight. Jordan said he's planning a trip to DC.  | | |
| Complete with the
absence of anything
things, wonderful about to come
isn't it time to move on
everything happens in its own time
Is today the day we just relax?
so many reasons to just kick back
Completely indifferent to the clouds we see
on today of all days of what we'll be
not feeling ashamed or afraid, happy or dismayed
teeming with possibilities
exactly what should we do
nothing is just as good as anything
tonight we live as we are
mild mannered meddlers
earning our way through life
never to see a dull day or long night
together I feel we'll be great, good, ok, and alright
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So Jordan writes poetry. Really good poetry, but as you might imagine, it's all depressing or angry, etc...which is pretty normal, but I asked him if he ever writes happy things and he responded by changing his about me in fb to "One day I'll write something happy. One day I'll be ready. One day I'll open up my heart again. One day is not today." and we've had this ongoing joke about content poetry and how boring it would be, and I'm constantly pointing out content songs and da da da...anyway, last night he was over here with my girlfriends and he was like "alright I'll write you a content poem" and I told him to make sure it has my name in it (Catie is content....the extra m is ok because meddling is a huge joke with us too, because in medieval times people used meddling as a euphemism for sex, and we're in medieval history together), and this is the poem he wrote me and I don't know if it really means anything but I'm just like *face light up*. And the poem isn't his best of course since I pushed him to write it instead of it just coming, but I think it's really cute. And I still don't think we'll end up doing anything, and I'm still happy just being close to him a lot. I guess you could say that I am, indeed, content.
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