June 17, 1998

"Not wanting to be rude, but shouldn't you be locked up somewhere?"

That tears it! I won't be YELLED at and publicly humiliated by a teacher. Okay, well, I wasn't humiliated...but I wasn't happy when my teacher held up my lousy test grade and said "Katherine, you've really got to do something about your horrible grades lately."

Pardon? I got a 91 on the first test...I bombed that test you're currently waving around in front of the classroom, but I've done quite well on the rest. And you already mentioned my lousy grade on that particular test. I'd probably be doing better if you didn't hate me, but...I mean really, what idiot does that? He's got to be a high school teacher who just loves physics. GAH!

In other news, my sister is helping to plan her surprise party. Pardon? Yep...her friend is REALLY bad at keeping secrets and actually said to my sister "Ann...if you were going to have a party...not that you ARE having a party, but if you were...who would you invite?" Sometimes I worry. So I'm to bring the very surprised guest of honor to the party. Joy.

July 19th.
Jones Beach
Page and Plant.

Breathe deep. Recall concert tickets. Cheer.

Life is good.

So....I've just been handed an envelope filled with pictures of my apartment and such. My ducky bathroom curtain is DYING to be scanned in...as is this adorable picture of my sister being pummeled by her babysitting charges....and this fuzzy one of me with REALLY short hair...right after the BAD haircut. And the picture of the Mobile Chapel...which defines the upper limit of 'tacky' for the entire lot of Christianity. Oh god...this is such a bad haircut! I'm SO blonde, I'm SO pale, and it's SO short. The only plus is that it reflects my inate cuteness. ;) Gosh...I are SO cute, are I not? Okay...I look like a pasty-red-lipped dough woman...what can ya do? But look at how good Ann looks! Would you believe a ten year old snapped this shot?

Dink Dink.

Wow...I think I'll go to bed really early tonight. Maybe I'll feel well-rested tomorrow!!!

The obligatory haiku of the day:

Orange Milano
Treat of the gods, sent to me.
A delight, for sure.