I have one younger sister named Ann, and my parents aren't divorced (which seems somewhat rare now, doesn't it?). I love my family, but honestly, who can spend a great deal of time with their family without going nuts?

Some of my favorite wastes of time include waterskiing (which I'm getting pretty good at), listening to music, and making web pages. I have my skills with computers to keep my ego inflated to proper pressure, and I built my computer all by myself (with a little moral support and advice from my friends...).

I am dating a wonderful and lovely man named Dan who laughs at my funny habits and makes sure I eat well, I like margaritas and Hooch, and I'm a bad dancer who tries. I get spurts of energy were I just need to GO and I love road trips. I have no problem driving 3 hours just to see a movie and or get a pretzel at the "good" pretzel stand.

I used to not eat meat, but now I eat all of the little creatures. I'm not fond of ham.

The History

I was born in Mercy hospital, and baptized Roman Catholic at St. Christopher's Church. I went to LearnAbout nursery school, Meadow School AM Kindergarden, then got tossed into eight years of Catholic school at St. Chris. Nothing special happened while I was there. I started out as a hyperactive brat who spent most of first and second grade in the hall.

In third grade I was tested for IQ stuff and someone decided I was really smart. So they sent me to PAG (Program for the Acedemically Gifted) in fourth grade. I spent three years going there two days a week, missing important stuff like fractions and American History. In seventh grade I was too old for the smart kids program and they tossed me back into St. Chris full time. That was when I realized I didn't fit anywhere too well. I had two good friends and a lot of half friends who talked about me behind my back through all of junior high, which seems to be what happened to the rest of the world at the same time.

After St. Chris I went off to Baldwin Senior High School, where I spent a fantastic four. I was playing trumpet in the school band and loving it. I made friends like crazy and by junior year I was second seat in the trumpet section and having a blast. I did well in high school, took honors classes and got AP credits. Then college closed in on me.

I never wanted to go to Hofstra, but when they offered me a giant scholarship my mother pushed for Hofstra. When Binghamton wait-listed me until the spring, I decided I wanted to start school in the Fall and went to Hofstra. I was a Bio-Chem major and spent one whole miserable year at Hofstra, not learning much and not fitting in. I was working during school so I didn't have much time to make friends either. I could think of nothing more than leaving that school to go to Binghamton. That's about when Brian and I got back together. We went out for a year in high school (I was a senior in high school and he was a sophmore at Nassau Community College) and we broke up. It was ugly, so I won't mention it anymore. I started the journal the day before Brian and I officially got back together.

I transfered my little self up to Binghamton the first chance I got. Binghamton accepted me as a sophmore but I wasn't offered a dorm room. Uh-oh. I had to get an apartment up here, and a roomie all on my own...with a lot of help from Mom. So I got a cool apartment, a cool roomie, and all was going well. But I was still a Bio-Chem major. Hmmmm.

That quickly ended with Kathy vs. Organic Chemistry. I had a computer science minor and I thought, hey..I really like these CS classes, and I really hate the Bio-Chem stuff....why don't I ditch the Bio-Chem major and go for the CS? So I did, and became Little Miss CS.

I suffered through some math classes, enjoyed some CS classes, and took Women's Self Defense. My roomie graduated and I found a new roomie. I learned to drink. I got myself on The Pill. I bought a bat and I'm currently suffering math classes disguised as CS classes, and I'm dating the boy next door...even though "next door" is 220 miles from my apartment in Binghamton.

But the real story is in the journal...