Sanest Ever.

Whack Judges

2007-02-27T06:19:00.000-08:00

Even though I really try to disconnect myself from what's going on in the media anymore, the Anna Nicole Smith fiasco was pretty inescapable. Mitch Albom summed up my opinions on that and here is an excerpt from his fantastic brain:

Not every profession is supposed to offer a TV version. Once upon a time, psychiatrists practiced in offices, not on a glitzy set. Financial advisors worked behind desks, not in front of cable news cameras. Courtrooms were for litigators and plaintiffs, not directors and producers.

And judges were austere.

Not auditioning.

For the entire article, go here.

So I have been on hiatus for awhile because college is busy, work is stupid, I sleep too much or too little and therefore I lead the most exciting life in the world. And now I run off for another five months!

Like Burning Man, Except For REAL!

2006-09-18T16:10:00.000-07:00

Sabrina! This happened right near your house the other night. Was it the blue one or what?! Come on! Let me knowwww!

Police coax suicidal man from Junction City home

JUNCTION CITY - About 500 homes received automated calls telling them to stay inside late Sunday afternoon as police dealt with a suicidal man who claimed to have a shotgun and a high-powered rifle.

The man, at a residence on the 800 block of Maple Street, called police and made progressively threatening comments. The man at one point said he had poured gasoline on himself and was preparing to set himself on fire, police said.

Eugene's SWAT team and a negotiator were called in to assist, and talked to the suicidal man for more than three hours, Junction City police said. At one point, tear gas was deployed into the home, and a while later the man was persuaded to come out of the home without hurting himself.

Police later found a shotgun and a full gas can inside the house. The man was taken to Sacred Heart Medical Center for evaluation.

Residents within a quarter-mile of the incident received the emergency automated call advising them to stay inside and to discourage any visitors. A subsequent call alerted residents that they were free to come and go from their homes.

Well, Why Not?

2006-09-10T03:12:00.000-07:00

Earlier this evening, I found myself insanely bored with sitting at home. My solution? Figure out a Laura Veirs song! Anyways, for anyone who knows me, you're probably pretty aware that I don't sing in front of people so this is insanely gutsy for me to post but whaaaaaat the hell ever.

It Is Happening!

2006-09-06T15:05:00.000-07:00

I would just like to point out how weird it is that my brother is in middle school now. Eight and a half years ago, I remember the anxiety of switching schools while looking for a new house to live in with my parents and the general chaos of it all. Sam was just learning how to walk properly and within the blink of an eye, he's now having conversations with teachers that once had conversations with me.

What the hell?

Conforming In The Weirdest Way Possible

2006-09-03T12:42:00.000-07:00

I must say that I feel somewhat obligated to write about everything that's been bugging me lately based solely on the fact that that's what my friends are doing! I'm not overly concerned about starting classes in a couple weeks and thankfully, I don't have to worry about moving into dorms, but even then, I'm still feeling rather apprehensive about this certain stage of life I'm in. It just seems that nearly everywhere I turn, there is someone casually preaching to me about the importance of adulthood, now that I'm 18, and I'm sitting here, waiting for that flashing-of-lights moment where suddenly it all makes sense. And suddenly, I'd be 100% responsible and 100% confident and indestructible but here I am... Nerve wracked and chewing on the sides of my fingers.

Anyways, it's become pretty apparent to me that most adults, even well into their thirties still have that indecisiveness and I'm not sure if I find that comforting or horrifying. I'm sitting here trying to comprehend the idea of permanently feeling this way and never having that aforementioned self-realization and the mere thought is completely mind-baffling. Sure, everyone's different and it's bad to generalize and perhaps I'm making this into far more of a situation than it really is, but time is flying and the bath-time-with-barbies feels like yesterday, so what's stopping this frame of mind from sticking around ten, twenty or thirty years from now?

On top of that, things at home have been rocky. I'm not about to spill this much of my guts into blogland, but with my dad being unemployed for the first time in twelve years and my brother being an adolescent asshole, it's been really uncomfortable even sitting in my room. Here is your opportunity to take advantage of me not wanting to be a hermit anymore! If anyone is willing to give me an excuse to get the hell out of my house, I'll gladly accept!

So there you have it. A once in every couple of months occurrence where I'm somewhat of a conformist! But don't get your hopes up with that "if I jump off a bridge, will you follow?" scenario. We all know I'd kvetch to the moon and back just getting there.

Jesus Was Everywhere

2006-08-15T09:06:00.000-07:00

It seems that I came home from Tucson just in time! There is really nothing more comforting than turning on the news, after twelve hours spent in airports, only to hear about the airline terror levels skyrocketing.

Aside from that, Tucson was fun (and melty). I spent a lot of time doing the things I would normally do back at home: thrive in air conditioned goodness, complain about the weather anyways, relax with friends and set up rather entertaining photos involving a plastic Jesus figurine.

Jesus can be a mother, right? Anyways, Marianne drove us clear out to the La Encantada mall JUST for this photo! What a great person!

Oh my! Sorry, lord.

Then we drove to the Tucson Jewish Community Center. Jesus fit right in.

Jesus! Nice view!

One of my favorite parts had to have been driving around in Marianne's black, sporty, two-seater Mercedes. Jesus enjoyed it too, when he wasn't being held out of the window. (Insert some Michael-Jackson-holding-baby-out-of-window comment that's way overused anyways.)

Scott! Where are your manners?

Rory's holding Jesus up. Look! He's glowing!

I'm not entirely sure what was going on in this photo...

Okay, okay. Now that I've offended every person in the world, how about I post some random storm photos I managed to snap without my tripod?

Because I didn't have a tripod, these photos prove no justice to the insane storm that was going on. In Oregon, it's rare when you actually see lightening bolts touch the ground... I now give you permission to picture me with my camera, standing outside with these bolts of lightening webbing out across the entire sky. Yes, I was a tad bit disheveled.

Had I the proper equipment, there would be a gigantic bolt in this picture, rather than a lit up sky.

Speaking of lit up skies, I have now been hired on to the Passionflower team in downtown Eugene. I wonder if they hired me because I wear a flower in my hair? Regardless, gooooo florists!

And I'm spent.

My Macbook Is Better Than Yours

2006-07-24T23:58:00.000-07:00

Slipping further into the "poor college student" stereotype, I finally have something to show for it. I love you, macbook pro. I want to spoon you, macbook pro.

For future reference, if any of you have a miscommunication problem (as in, having your student loans canceled) over scholarships vs. investments between the financial aid departments at your university of choice, be sure to ask me what to do. I'm becoming an expert with handling situations that are handled once every 50 years. This is so stupid.

It is almost August which means Tucson for a week! I was slightly apprehensive about planning a trip to the desert during the meltiest of months but since the weather here has been terribly inconsiderate (105 F?!!!), I'm starting to become less concerned about it. In fact, the only worry I have on my plate is getting the jesus action figure from Colin to take with me on my trip.

The "Jesus is Everywhere" photo project has begun.

(Not) Better Than Worse

2006-07-14T00:33:00.000-07:00

Earlier this evening, I plugged my ipod into my laptop (like I have for the past two years), got up and walked away for a bit. When I came back, the most ungodly thing had happened: itunes clean-sweeped my entire ipod and replaced it with the measly contents of my itunes music library. I am pissed.

Just a few minutes ago, I was partaking in my mindless, late-night internet browsing and I came across Owen Pallett's tour dates. I danced in my chair when I saw that he was going to be in Portland August 10th but I quickly realized that the venue he's playing at is a bar. Fuck me being under 21!

First my ipod? Now Mr. Pallett?

My heart is on the floor.

IntroDUCKtion, or, I'm-glad-it's-over-with-tion

2006-07-11T13:09:00.000-07:00

Colin and I have been putting up with an overload of cheese and information on the UO campus the past two days. I'm sad to say that the girl who drove me nuts with her AP-credit gloating is a journalism major which meant that she was in the same group I was. I spent most of my time wanting to punt her across the room.

But it's over with, so no need to complain. However, I would like to point out that even though I didn't have a Sabrina-esque Quest, I am slowly learning my way around campus. (Neener, neener, neener.)

For those of you who have been around from day one of me getting my glasses, I'm sure you all remember the difficulties I had with getting the lenses to stay in. I'm (sort of) happy to report that my glasses are broken for good this time. The only downfall is having insurance that only covers eye related stuff once every two years so that means the moolah's out of my own pocket. Damnit!

Here is a mini-preview of some photos I'll be uploading to my flickr and myspace later this evening. It's a must see, for sure!

Grills, grills, grills

2006-07-03T20:18:00.000-07:00

It's been awhile, I know, but it's not like I haven't thought about updating. It's pretty amazing how I can coerce myself to not update blogger, and continue being a sloth around the house.

Alright, that's not entirely true. There are moments where I move, believe it or not, and they usually involve spending time with Nick and Colin. Speaking of which, last night we started working on our podcast for Turbojesus. While a majority of it is gutter-minded boy humor, there are some random ramblings that really crack me up, listening to them now. I'll keep you posted! (As though you're really that interested..)

But for the meantime, enjoy the following video of our awkward moments at the Mongolian Grill.

GradJEWation

2006-06-13T15:18:00.000-07:00

I have to admit that I'm finding myself becoming more and more antsy with the thought of not having anything to do as the chaos winds down. Therefore, a job hunt is in store for next week.

With that out of the way, graduation was a lot more fun than I had anticipated. I take pride in the fact that when I look back to graduation, I'll think of our shitty class song "Come Sail Away." Thinking of our class song will lead my thoughts to our class prank. Ah yes, the sweet, sweet melodies of Cartman's out-of-tune voice did indeed serenade us as we formed the cheesy horseshoe and tossed our caps into the air.
The after party that my parents held was insanely overwhelming. There were nearly 40 people stuffed into our house and every single one of them felt obligated to tearfully choke out personalized congratulation schpiels. I wasn't there for too long, since Great Grad Night was in store.

You know, I'm not trying to be hostile about it, but for $70.00, I really feel like us seniors got the shaft. And for having the entire year to plan this super-secret, supposedly "stellar" event, the parent's didn't really impress me much. Driving to Portland to play video games for 8 hours? I would've had more fun watching Roseanne while eating my mom's rumacki (this is sarcasm, folks.)

But all in all, I'm really thankful I decided to go afterall. It resulted in late night chats with my friends. I think the highlight of it all was when Nick and I had a conversation with a lady that worked at the arcade about whether she enjoyed Paris Hilton's porno or not.

Nick: "You know, I went into Castle and looked at the back of the dvd and... Get this... They showed photos of all the positions she was in! It totally ruined the plot for me."

Aside from Great Grad Stuff, I really lucked out with the graduation gifts. HP photo printer? Check. Gift certificate for girly stuff? Woo-boy, check! $1,400? CHECK! And a plane ticket to Tucson. I am more than down.

Enjoy some photos: (More on my flickr)

Blasphemy... at its finest

2006-06-01T20:49:00.000-07:00

Alright, cats, here's the deal. Aaron and I came up with a wonderful photo series that involves a jesus action figure. We're going to be walking with jesus and placing him in random situations with equally as random objects and/or people. Of course, I'll be there with my camera to capture it all. We're calling it "Jesus is Everywhere" and are hoping for enough to make a poster.

Some other noteables:
Last day of school is on Wednesday!
Graduation is a week from Saturday!

Also, did anybody catch that crazy rainstorm earlier this evening? It knocked out our DirectTV signal right as the verdict of a SVU episode was being announced. How irritating!

Holy phew

2006-05-20T11:19:00.000-07:00

It's been inexplicably hot outside, however, I really enjoyed how the weather decided to conveniently rain on senior skip day. Figures.

Anyways, this photo was the highlight of prom, which was also the best birthday present ever. Thanks, Ben, for having a lot of balls.

Stephen Colbert, the pronunciation of Oregon

2006-05-04T16:20:00.000-07:00

What an amazing man (and an amazing photo!)

Why is it that nobody can pronounce Oregon the right way? I was watching SVU just a bit ago and the lady said she was returning to "are-ee-gone" rather than "ory-gun"... But in addition to that, why are Oregonians so anal about the way Oregon is pronounced? I'll never know...

With prom, my birthday, and graduation coming up, I am insanely busy. Maybe I should turn this thing into a photoblog since I'm too lazy to do anything else!

It's been so gorgeous lately! Well, that is, when my dog's tuchus isn't in my face.

Oy gevalt!

2006-04-12T23:18:00.000-07:00

Watching this makes me feel excellent about myself, however, somebody PLEASE make me stop watching it! It gets funnier every time and I really have work to do. Alright, thanks.

My car's growing up. In fact, he grew his first full mustache this afternoon!

After school, Nick, Ben, Colin and I ventured off to Barnes and Noble with our sweatervests and mustaches.

This last photo's from Toys R Us and I'm going to spare anybody who reads this from viewing the others because they are insanely inappropriate.

I think the funniest part of romping around in the store was running into Mrs. Paschelke. Ben was more embarrassed about being seen with a fake mustache than being seen while wearing womens clothing items.

Schpiel

2006-04-05T19:57:00.000-07:00

It was a gorgeous day today. Amber and I sat outside of the Laughing Planet and a hippy man wearing pink pants whistled and smiled while walking past us. I referred to my dinner as a "burlap sack birthing bundles of black bean babies" and had Amber laughing, which progressed to coughing and calling the sickness a "mother fucker!" over and over.

It blows my mind that it's April already. A couple more months and I'm on a new path. I've grown to love the direction that I'm headed in, however, I'd really like to spend time with the people around me now. Any takers?

JCHS on the news.... again

2006-03-28T23:37:00.000-08:00

We sure have been getting a lot of attention lately.

Spring break has been wonderful so far. I went in to Corvallis on Monday and had lunch with my mom. Other than that, I've done absolutely nothing except waking up at 7:00 AM and continue to be ridiculously tired for the rest of the day.

I went for a walk earlier this morning and couldn't help but to wonder about when I'm supposed to be taking everyone's* senior photos. So let me know? I'm home tomorrow with the brother, pretty busy on Thursday.. I'm not entirely sure if I'm moustache shopping with the guys on Friday or not, but let's get this done! Please!

Side note: I was thinking about using this photo for mine.

Granted that it'd take a lot of effort convincing my mom that it'd be okay... It's essentially not worth it. Oh well!

I taught Sam the phrase "I'd tap that!" while we were watching Law and Order a couple nights ago and I instructed him to say that whenever an attractive lady was on TV. I get so many kids in trouble all the time (note: Mariah picking nose with french fry 'cause I told her to, Letty putting Sam's underwear on her head 'cause I told her to, etc, etc).

This is further proof that I never have anything interesting to say.

*everyone meaning Sabrina =)

Dear everybody

2006-03-21T21:30:00.000-08:00

Hi, I'm Katy and I'm a total pushover.

If anybody in the Junction City area wants to be a wonderful pal and stop by the West Wing Office tomorrow after 3:00 PM to keep me company, you'd make me verrrrry happy. I'll be taking photos of Spring sport athletes for the buttons that are only worn by parents ever and I'm sure I'll be there until at least 5:00. Come on! I make a great conversationalist... No?

I'm also doing all of the Mr. Tiger photos. That means Mr. Formal trips on Thursday, boys in suits on Sunday, trips to the hospital.

And senior poll photos! Oh dear god.

What have I gotten myself in to? Wheeeeee.

However, with Spring break being next week, anybody up for making a coast trip? I haven't been in ages!

(Even at the beach, my camera and camerapack never leave my side. Sigh.)

Kids with guns

2006-03-19T15:47:00.000-08:00

Literally.

Ah yes, Junction City's famous yet again.

Further insight--
Fowler was the "victim" in the horrendous fight that made national news. I remember watching blurred out faces of a fight scene on Maury (shut up) and recognizing our school's parking lot.

Also, "the boy" they talk about in the article is the son of a local police officer.

I guess this is the reason why I feel overpowered by morons all the time.

Adventures of the shit-eater and puke-monster

2006-03-13T19:35:00.000-08:00

Why is it that my family can never have a normal dog? Pete's vomiting all the time because he has motion sickness and Shlomo, the obsessive eater, eats whatever's in sight and ready.. Need I explain any further?

I don't really have anything to add on that-- I just wanted to use that title.

Anyways. Enjoy some visual and audio* evidence of what's been going on in my world the past couple of weeks.

My cousin Mariah came over on Friday.

Colin and I are good friends.

Also, Colin posted a hilarious photo collage of his Dr. Phil mockery.

I think he pulled it off quite well!

(*the audio clips are deleted after 7 days.. Get 'em while they're hot!)

Dear me, stop updating.

2006-03-06T13:28:00.000-08:00

Okay, I promise this will be the last update for (probably) another month, but I'd just like to further my dehumanization process with Ben a little more by providing photos for your amusement . As many of you know, the past few weekends have been spent at thrift stores with the Spidells, Colin and Aaron, spending money on ungodly clothes which I've had the pleasure of capturing on film.

I think I've gone too far.
So I've indulged myself with a digital voice recorder (not only for this, but for future interviews) and am looking forward to recording some of the many car ride crack ups conversations. After some brainstorming, the guys and I have decided that in addition to the book of photos we're in the process of making, we'll have a cd that'll go in the back with random recordings of their absurd conversations and maybe some Cyndi Lauper and Wham serenading inbetween. I've also thought of doing some doctor-esque reports of my progress of turning Ben into a homosexual.

This is not funny at all

2006-03-06T13:18:00.000-08:00

I feel really terrible about the following list making me chuckle. I clearly lose my sense of humor when my sick head is filled with gross.

You know you're from OREGON if:

1. Your idea of a traffic jam is ten cars waiting to pass a tractor on the highway.
2. "Vacation" means going to Portland for the weekend.
3. You measure distance in hours.
4. You know several people who have hit deer more than once.
5. You often switch from "heat" to "A/C" in the same day.
6. You use a down comforter in the summer.
7. Your grandparents drive at 65 mph through a raging rain storm without flinching.
8. You see people wearing hunting clothes at social events.
9. You install security lights on your house and garage and leave both unlocked.
10. You think of the major food groups as elk meat, beer, fish, and berries.
11. You carry jumper cables in your pickup and your wife knows how to use them.
12. There are 7 empty cars running in the parking lot at the Bi-Mart store at any given time.
13. You design your kid's Halloween costume to fit over a raincoat.
14. Driving is better in the winter because almost everybody stays home.
15. You think sexy lingerie is tube socks and flannel pajamas.
16. You know all 4 seasons: almost winter, winter, still raining, and construction.
17. It takes you 3 hours to go to the store for one item even when you're in a rush because you have to stop and talk to everyone in town.

Hello, head-cold.

2006-03-04T13:50:00.000-08:00

I'm leaving in a few hours to head up to the Monmouth area for the JC boys basketball game and it'd be especially nice if they won... Considering how we wouldn't have school on Thursday and Friday as a result. Oh, the joys of a jocky school.

My lymph nodes are the size of clementines.

Happiness is a warm gun

2006-02-10T16:25:00.000-08:00

If you were a terror alert color, which color would you be and why?

It would be so nice if you weren't here

2006-02-02T22:09:00.000-08:00

I'm sick of being so hostile towards TriCounty but it's pretty much consuming all of my time, therefore most of my thoughts. It's difficult for me to understand how a handful of individuals are void of any common sense whatsoever.

I was certain that my sports editor was the central station of all the moron in the world as of earlier today until he, yet again, sent me to a school tonight where all that was going on was practice.

What does that make him now?

Even though this is generally impossible anywhere: I'd like a check that covers all of the gas I've wasted over this past year and a half and I'd appreciate a little smidge of professionalism. Oh, and a 16 oz. raspberry white mocha, please.

Fuck!

Sleep deprivation? Check.

2006-01-31T00:05:00.000-08:00

One of the offices my mom works at burnt down yesterday morning and they have no idea what caused it. It's pretty baffling and strange for it to happen in the middle of January considering how we've had insane amounts of rain.

And speaking of rain? What the fuck? If we're going to have floods why does it always have to taper off before the schools decide to cancel? Come on, rain, chop chop!

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I've been a bad, bad blogger. I started what's above almost three weeks ago and saved it as a draft. I don't even have anything to update about because I'm boring.

I have finally conformed to Flickr. Enjoy my flickr badge to the right.

And now's the time to end my procrastination and finish these review articles! Ready, set, go!

Ed's Redeeming Qualities

2005-12-30T08:43:00.000-08:00

I've been in the outskirts of Santa Fe, NM since Sunday and I am more than ready to come home now. The altitude, dust and piercing sun are toying with my head immensely. Oy vey. There are also the gigantic dogs that shed on everything that makes me miss my Poltron Dogomatic.

Disregarding my inability to walk, breathe or see, the trip has been pretty fun and relaxing. I've been buying useless toys for my room (which I'm redecorating when I get home (EVEN PAINTING WALLS, whaa--?)).

Not only is this topless mermaid hilarious as it is, but her chest opens up and turns into a mirror.
"Here, please fix your hair.. the tits are complementary!"

This is a candle holder with a very sinister, overweight lady whose eyes burn right thru your retinas.

I've mainly been walking around downtown and watching Ali G. Two nights ago, we went out to eat at this very expensive Spanish restaurant where my Aunt had reserved a table for flamenco dancing. It was more than incredible and I especially enjoyed how the tables and floors shook.

Sam's been an asshole, however, and at times I wish we could've left him at our transfer connection flight at San Francisco.

If you look closely, you can see the flower in my hair.

Tonight, my Aunt is having a not-new-years party which should be fairly interesting. I've only met a few of her friends, but alcohol and good food is involved which means good times and good pictures.

'Tis the season

2005-12-24T13:17:00.000-08:00

I somehow managed to end up with Nick, Colin and Ben in huxtable/granny (or better yet, Cosby) sweaters, posing flamboyently in all of their holiday glory midday yesterday at Laurel park. The original plan, however, was to shoot for all huxtable sweaters, but of course, Nick couldn't resist the schoolboy approach and those darn feminine sweaters were too tempting for Ben.

Tonight is Christmas crap at my Aunt's house... Tomorrow I'll be headed to New Mexico for Chanukah where I'll probably have internet access, but probably not use it. Until then...

Would you like some toast with your mp3?

2005-12-18T10:58:00.000-08:00

Going to sleep moderately early (ie, before 2:00 AM) does wonders, but it also results in weird dreams. After falling asleep last night at 10:00 PM, I somehow managed to dream about the excitement of making an mp3 cd. This morning, my mom comes in, taps my legs asking if I'd like toast with eggs and me and my dreamy glory heard it as "would you like some toast with your mp3?"

I can't stop listening to Broken Social Scene's new cd-- It's one of those that grows on you, except continuously. I woke up this morning humming "7/4" and I have the cd on repeat. Nevertheless, it is break and break is good. All I've been good for lately is doodling, spending money, sleeping and I've grown comfortably accustomed to making the best goddamn hot chocolate in the world, no joke.

I have decided to paint a wall in my room a different, loud color... Preferably red/orange or orange/red. I have also decided to apply lomography to my life (or better yet, take on lomography (or in actuality, have lomography take on me, in that twisted psychological sense)).

Not fitted for a straight jacket

2005-12-10T11:39:00.000-08:00

Now, I'm not complaining, I'm merely stating that I'm stressed in the "most stressed Katy's able to be (in the most laid back way possible)" and this week has been difficult especially with the lack of support I get from friends. Sure, my work load in comparison to other's may not be the most insane, but everyone has a limit to how much shit they can handle. And it's partially my own fault for not being one to vocalize real personal problems but I also believe that part of maturing is having the ability to keep all alternative reasonings in mind.

With that being said, ciao.

Not-so sanest ever

2005-11-26T18:04:00.000-08:00

I'm not about to make a bulleted list about why this upcoming week has suddenly turned into an asshole but it'll be a rough one for Katy.

Sabrina, if you're reading this before Monday... I interviewed Joe and he told me at the end of the interview that he doesn't want the article to delve into his accident and recovery which pretty much takes away from the entire purpose of writing the article. However, he did say "not yet" which means he might be more open towards media attention once his healing process has progressed... Bah!

The Muppets turn me on

2005-11-25T14:59:00.000-08:00

Holidays confuse me. For whatever reason, families feel obligated to force their negative attractions together and pretend to be normal and functional for one day which always, always, always involves alcohol.

My Uncle's girlfriend Michelle is, hands down, the most insane human I've ever been around. While I've only seen her sober once, it's pretty safe to assume that she has some substantial functions lacking in her noggin. See, Michelle stumbled my way late last night, beer in hand, sat down and proceeded to explain why the Muppets cartoon show turns her on. How do you respond to something of sorts? Smile and nod? Agree? Scoot down a seat cushion? I told her that she was forgetting her cigarettes outside* which got her giggling out the door.

Yesterday was bizarre.

*this statement was used several times throughout the night.

Cody Biggar shouldn't drive

2005-11-23T23:47:00.000-08:00

Dustin and I realized how badly Cody cuts corners and fails to maintain a steady speed while driving behind him in thick fog tonight on the way to Tio Pepe's. Nevertheless, the drive was well worth it (disregard the immediate "cut across three lanes due to Cody's reckless driving" stunt) and I was able to catch up with Dustin AND have a good dinner.

The Loose Cannons showing was pretty amusing. . . We crammed nearly thirty people into a small-medium sized living room and sprawled out on the floor. I bought a copy, if anybody is interested in watching it (sorry you couldn't make it, Sabrina!).

Like many others, this post is useless.

A new form of rejoicing

2005-11-21T00:35:00.000-08:00

Chicago went as well as expected. My grandparents' insanity undoubtedly advances as they age but I suppose that's normal. Just a recap of their moments:

First and foremost, they picked me and Colin up at Midway, midday (oh ho ho) on Wednesday where we drove on I-55 at 15mph while they bickered over my some-odd great grandfather who invented the first "TASTY laxative."
While at dinner at Billy Goats, my step-grandpa leaves five choppy voice mail messages on my cell phone. I call him back and half way thru the conversation, I start cracking up while my grandma bitches in the background and disconnects the phone with her hair. I put my head down and begin crying because I'm laughing. Then I'm laughing because I'm crying because I'm laughing. You get the point.
I couldn't ride their elevator alone... I might get raped.
I get to their condominium and slip into an intentional coma at 4:30 PM and wake up at 7:30 the next morning with "SHALOM KATY!" notes taped right in front of my eyes.
I caught Sam Dehaven's cold, so they took me to Walgreen's to get cold medicine, however, they made me speak to their pharmacist about what we should get.

This is just a few, of course. I still cringe at the thought of coming to a complete stop on I-55 on the way to Midway during 20F snow flurries. Or my ignorant grandma thinking every black human speaks Swahili.

They're still deceivingly cute though.

So yesterday morning, my dad's making up a grocery list and Sam had a suggestion: "What about some hargon gonaxide for my stupid zit!" This resulted in my dad immediately dancing around, shrugging his shoulders while singing "hargon gonaxide" to "hava nagila".

It's Sunday and I'm already ready for the weekend.

Hey! I Found Him!

2005-10-29T23:41:00.000-07:00

This is mainly for Sabrina granted that she will probably be the only one who knows what the hell I'm talking about, but..

Regardless of how cult-like MySpace.com really is, it linked me to 3rd grade Sam Draper who'd frequently hum Savage Garden songs. Holy shit!

It even provided me with a picture!

Now all I have to do is wait to see if he even responds to my message. How bizarre.

Big Trucks

2005-10-22T21:00:00.000-07:00

So Sam and I were headed home during rush hour yesterday when I noticed this stereotypical blue sedan driving, middle-aged frizzy haired woman accompanied with her dark shades and cigarette hand out the window. Nothing out of the ordinary except how she was driving at least 40mph down the ramp onto Beltline. Rather than waiting her turn, psychotic woman decides to drive to the side of my car and this semi's in back of me and, of course, is forced to skid off to the side of the road which is conveniently above a river. I caught her arms up in a frenzy out of the corner of my eye and proceeded to chuckle. Some people clearly shouldn't be on the road.

Lunatics aside, today I finished Alexa's senior pictures and finished Colin's about a week ago. I have a lot of those senior pictures to do, it seems. Woo! Money!

Oh, and apologies to anyone I've been blowing off lately. I haven't been feeling too well and have been relishing in my alone time. The normal Katy will be back soon, I'm sure.

Don't Die Or Dry Up

2005-10-03T22:35:00.000-07:00

So my friend showed me a link to this shirt that fits Alexa's daily crisis' perfectly. Made for quite the chuckle during my slacker day off from school. Speaking of which, was fabulous. I managed to come up with the Arcade Fire concert review article (save for an ending paragraph.) Excellent.

One essay down, eight more to go.

Tricounty thankfully accepted my polite "fuck off" email and extended the ridiculous culinary article to when I'm not so swamped. Phew.

And this was how I spent my weekend.. Getting my ass wet on driftwood. Pretty!

Ugh?

2005-10-02T19:15:00.000-07:00

I spent Friday and Saturday in the pouring rain and now I'm not feeling well. Oh! Pneumonia? So I'm taking up this opportunity to baby myself tomorrow and not stress about the nine essays I have to write. Ew.

I spent the weekend with my family in Newport and it was insanely stormy- I loved it. My dad met up with his old band from the late 70's to mid 80's. They jammed a bit at this restaurant and it was almost inspiring for me. In fact, I'm going to get my tenor fixed tomorrow and schedule an appointment with the school counselor to get myself back into band (as a zero period, don't freak out pub nerds)..

Throat's raw.. Need cough drops.

Back by a Popular Demand

2005-09-12T16:44:00.000-07:00

Due to Alexa blah blah blahing over me not updating ever, I decided I'd show compassion and give in and update. Love it, embrace it. Congratulations, Alexa, you've succeeded in persuading me.

School's started and aside from being getting sick and unsick and then having my uterus try to come out of places it shouldn't (ahem)... It's been fabulous. My schedule's amazingly relaxing and I'm enjoying my last year here.

I'm also enjoying Clap Your Hands Say Yeah!

Cuteness abounds.

Oh! Good concerts coming up. Sadly, since no one's willing to travel to Portland with me on a Monday night for a show that starts at 9PM, I'll be unable to catch the New Pornographers, siiiiigh. But on the 20th, Joann and I are taking off for Portland to stay at Beth's house and later catching the Arcade Fire. Yes! Saaaadly, I'll miss school the following day. Heh.

The Go! Team's October 24th in Portland, Decemberists November 1st in Eugene, Broken Social Scene's in Portland mid November and I know Clap Your Hands Say Yeah! is at the Wow Hall sometime next month. Exciting!

See, Alexa? This is why I don't talk about any random thing on my mind. It's either political, this country's whack, or concerts. Oh, I'm boring alright.

My Sneezer is Broken

2005-09-06T19:47:00.000-07:00

Oy Vey! School starts tomorrow and I have a head cold.

I haven't been sick for almost a year. It's official! I have the best luck in the world . . .

Nevertheless, check out some photos from the past couple of days.

State Fair, anybody?

What the fllama?

So this is the man that won my heart!

Oh screw it. That's enough photos, I'm done. My lips are chapped.

Cheers, Darlin'

2005-08-31T00:55:00.000-07:00

Damien Rice, oh baby... Oh baby.

Apologies for my hiatus, however, I'm sad to say that it might continue to be stretched out. With arena scheduling tomorrow and my ongoing struggle to find pants that fit right (geez, clothing industry, don't model cardboard, please), I am going to be fairly preoccupied until school starts.

Seeya then, blogger buddies, be expecting the massive "ew it's a whorefest with these stupid freshman sluts" rant.
Exciting!

Double the Decemberists, Double the Fun

2005-08-24T14:35:00.000-07:00

This should've been posted WEEKS ago. Urgh, I suck.

Summer Camp!

Though it took an hour later than originally planned to drag ourselves out of the house, we finally got on the road for our 2-3 hour venture to Bend for Summer Camp! The drive was relatively nice. . . Mountain-y, forest-y and eventually turned into a midpoint between green-Oregon and desert-Oregon. While checking in to our hotel, I called the Amphitheater to pester them one last time about a press pass they never got back to me about. They connected me to the stage manager, "Big John", where he explained to me that because tour managers weren't involved with the concert, there was no publicity allowed. Fair enough. We ran down to a market, picked up a french roll, garlic spread, disposable camera and tons and tons of bottled Fiji water then headed for the concert.

I had all the water in my infamous "the lift that will never let you down" bag, with a cartoon picture of a woman in a push-up bra. It was after ten minutes of walking and schlepping around blankets and junk in 100 degree weather when we saw the sign reading "no outside food or beverages." At Les Schwab Amphitheater, we allow nothing, not even breathing!. . . So after safely storing everything back into the trunk of my car, we went inside the venue.

Viva Voce, a two person band, kicked off the show. I had heard only a few of their songs before seeing them live and their set went fairly quick and smoothly. I was highly impressed with the drummer. At different points of their set, he had managed to play piano, kazoo and acoustic guitar all along with his drums. Entertaining!

While Pedro the Lion was setting up, I went to go and buy overpriced water bottles and after waiting in line for nearly 15 minutes, to my dismay, they HAD no water. Most likely because at Les Schwab Amphitheater, they want you to be as UNcomfortable as possible.

Pedro the Lion zoomed thru their 30 minutes. Because they were in such a hurry, the two man band came off as very cold and not in to the audience, however, they did play Criticism as Inspiration and Big Trucks, which made it better.

It was about this time where I took notice to how many cameras were flashing off... Which then got me noticing all of the press passes. Naturally I was upset and frustrated with their obvious lack of communication with everyone working there. Let's hope that they get this sorted out since they're wanting this Summer Camp thing to become an annual event...

Then came the reason we drove there, the Decemberists. They opened with a new song, which I found weird, usually it's a song people would know already, and to be honest, it sucked. Then, rather than going on to something recognizeable, they continued to play new things. And by new things, I mean "let's sound like we're in a high school garage band." It was so disappointing! Joann and I slumped further and further down onto our blankets until we heard the catchy Infanta drums.

Death Cab for Cutie came onstage and so did the mosquitoes. We stayed for a few songs, unimpressed and giggling at how overrated they are and then took off.

Decemberists at the Bite!

And what's cuter than an 8 year old with a speech impediment singing Decemberists songs? Just about nothing. Sam and I went to pick Colin up around 3ish and drove a surprisingly quick drive to the Waterfront Park in Portland. So pretty there! Colin immediately started his "let's make Katy laugh until she swears she'll pee her pants" trip when we got out of the car, and continued for the whole night.

We're at the sidewalk crosslight to get to the park when Sam asks Colin if his name is Colon. Colin nudged me, and corrected him. "Well where's Colon?" Sam asked, and everyone around us kind of chuckled. "Riiiiight there!" And he pointed to his tush. Fun!

Anyways, it was only $5 to get in, and all the profit goes to Special Olympics.. Sam got in free, rad! We sat in the 3rd row and a band from Portland called The Kingdom took stage. They were a mix between Coheed and Cambria and Hot Hot Heat, or something like that. The lead singer made me laugh, he looked like a middle-aged man who just got off of the couch, crumbs included.

Then some really dull guy came on. In fact, he was so dull that I don't even remember his (most likely dull) name. Pat somethingorother. He's up there with his guitar and fake drum stomp things and a harmonica and he looks strung out on heroin and his songs were so depressing, monotone and crap. I was convinced my ears were bleeding. But then, during the middle of his set, I nudged Colin after spotting the nerdiest nerd at this nerd festival. His profile looked like Colin Meloy's except his glasses were five times better. He had shorts up past his navel, a fanny pack, a cigar in his mouth and shirt tucked in. He stood up on the front row bench, placed his hand on his side and the other over his eyes, threw his head back and pondered. Colin yelled while pointing "HARK! It's a laaaand pirate!"

Yes!

Finally the Decemberists got on stage. Sam was elated. During their set-up, I made friends with an older couple sitting in front of us. A VERY tall grey-haired guy and his short, frumpy wife. There were these teen-bop girls that kept annoyingly walking inbetween the rows, and when the last girl walked by, I whispered to Sam "Punch her!" Apparantly the wife of the couple thought it was hilarious and began talking about how much she LOOOOVED the Decemberists. Part of me was happy. The other part was in disbelief that that will, no doubt, be me in twenty years.

And then they played and of course sounded wonderful. I was much more impressed from the start with their set. They got to "On the Bus Mall" and ended up pausing after Colin Meloy sings "At the Waterfront Park" due to the crowd cheering. It was cute. Colin Meloy talked about how much he loved Portland and loved being home.

Then they played their so-called last song which was "I was Meant for the Stage" and during the end they proceeded to break-the-shit out of their instruments. Sam was upset they didn't play the Mariner's Revenge, but of course, they shortly returned. This is where the fun starts. Colin Meloy had us practice screaming like we're being swallowed by a whale, and then they started the song. Sam's up on the bleachers dancing around, the older lady in front of me is dancing around, I look back and EVERYONE'S dancing around to the sweet accordian riff (yeah!). Right before we get to the swallowed by a whale part, the crowd started screaming. I looked back and someone set loose this GIANT blue ball (snickers) that was over a booth, by popping the milk jugs. So the Decemberists end up laughing because the crowd's moving this giant blue thing that ironically looks somewhat like a whale towards them. Ohhh it was fun. This is a long paragraph.

That sums up the Decemberists part. A majority of the crowd was there for the Violent Femmes but because of the drive and the lateness, we had to leave to get back home at a decent hour. And who would of thought leaving would be so hard? We spent a good thirty minutes surfing thru drunk people and/or standing completely still. Colin started screaming he was having contractions which led me to believe he had Moses-like skills, until people realized who was screaming it.

Nevertheless, Decemberists at a less expensive cost, closer venue and with less bands is much more preferrable than a complete load of Les Schwab crock.

Phew.

It's Hereditary!

2005-08-15T16:37:00.000-07:00

Clearly.

Please Please Please

2005-08-11T10:05:00.000-07:00

And thus it begins. The Scandi parade is most likely marching down 6th St, blocking off traffic. I finally met the other interns at Tri County yesterday when we had a meeting about coverage of the festival. How damaging, you ask? Well I'm essentially living between 10th and 4th st for the rest of today after I go to the bank and get a new lens, I'll most likely be there tomorrow during the day before heading off to the Bite of Oregon with Colin and Sam, and somehow, I managed to talk my way out of the busiest days of the four, Saturday and Sunday. Saturday's my mom's 30th class reunion and Sunday I'm (hopefully) going to Newport to spend all day on the sand either with Diana and her family, or completely alone (!!!).

Okay, let's cut down to the point here. I wrote this entry to yell at Sabrina for not being alive the past few days. Hello? Where are youuu? And this is an invitation to walk around downtown with me, call my cell (please please please).

On a slightly random note, I found myself experiencing horrible fits of senioritis yesterday after listening to girls complain about weight, being over-zealous-y healthy and talking about boys. Now, keep in mind that I have been ready to get out of high school before I was even a freshman, and for it to worsen is shocking to me. School hasn't even started yet! Sigh. However, I am, for the most part, looking forward for it to start. Partially because the sooner it starts, the sooner I'm finished, but it's mainly because the classes I'm enrolled in are really going to offer me something because I'm motivated and looking forward to actually having a class that'll grab my attention.

And on another slightly random note, I cannot stop listening to the Final Fantasy cd I ordered a couple weeks ago. Owen Pallett, you're a god!

Check Out My New Gear!

2005-08-09T18:12:00.000-07:00

The camera's nice. One of the lenses that came with it is indeed a monster. Just from walking around with it, the reactions I get are highly entertaining.

Summer camp was relatively fun. Of course I'll go more in depth when I'm not so out of it. We came home on Sunday and found out my great grandmother had another stroke (I guess that makes five?) so we spent all day Sunday with her at the hospital. I feel so bad for her and my great aunts right now. They had thought she would pass immediately and because she can't swallow anything, they aren't feeding her. That has to be possibly the worst decision any daughter has to make for her mother's own good. So she'll end going probably this week and this will make funeral #5 for this year. Geez.

Other than that, I've been relatively drawn away from socializing for the past few days. I worked today with a client named Brian whose mom started the company and he was insanely intriguing. Rather than talking, he'd answer questions with facial gestures. I love it! But now my hands are hurty and I'm very tired due to lack of sleepage, but all is well!

The wonderful, joyful (. . .) Scandinavian Festival* is coming up on Thursday and as much as I'd like to avoid it, I've been recruited to cover a decent amount of TriCounty's photography. Luckily, I've managed to get out of Friday evening and Saturday coverageness and Sunday's still up in the air(sigh!). I'm not sure why they can't print out last year's issue and use it again because it's been the same every year.

*Yes I know just about everyone in the pictures!

Rise and Shine, Darling

2005-08-02T06:09:00.000-07:00

Uuuuuggggghhhhhhhhhh.
While I'm pulling weeds and sifting the ground up, my brother will be at Crater Lake with his friends, splashing and relaxing away. I really don't feel like working today.

|||Now Playing: M. Ward - "Poor Boy, Minor Key"|||

Celluliteyness

2005-08-01T23:31:00.000-07:00

I should've made this post weeks ago.

I rediscovered our 20 lbs of Dove Firming Supplies hoarded away in my mother's girly-fufu-hairsupply-makeup-dove cabinet in her bathroom. Seeing a few rows of the same exact lotion bottle lined up one after the other not only provided me with a nice chuckle, but also reminded me how my mom had put it to the test (and how the test turned out.)

Stalkers, I bring you the femmes of the Trotter resident's first( and probably only ). . .

"FIRM THIS, DOVE!" challenge.

The instructions on the bottle say to rub in circular motions on cellulitey regions, so my clever mother chose her butt and thighs as the contestants to go under attack. Pushing aside the fact that that was most likely a little more information anyone was willing to hear, think or read about, her results were, yes indeed, successful. I, however, figured it out the hard way when we were outside Downtown Corvallis. She hiked up her shorts, struck a Superwoman-esque pose and yelped "I'm FIIIIIRM!". . .

And of course, yours truly was shaking her head throughout the duration of the challenge (and the very-well declared results), so now, the only logical next step would be to provide you with my very own interpretation of the firming process.

Alright, it's fairly self explanatory as to why a lotion that claims to rid a body of celluliteyness would attract middle-aged women (though I'm still hooked on the reason being that the bottle has "firm" and "cream" written on it). And when you really think about it, for as much circular rubbing these over-zealous women will be achieving in one day, something is bound to change. Physically, or mentally. Done!

Moving on to things that are clearly less important. Here, have a picture.

On Saturday, my brother and I were unwillingly tugged to my cousin Nicole's wedding. Sure, it sounds a bit cold, but the only memory I really have of spending time with Nicole was when I was into Barbies and Polly Pockets. Blah blah, so the actual vow part of the schpeel was over in 5, 10 minutes because we were all seated in the insane hot.

They decided to do some ancient Native American ritual done at weddings where they had 15-20 butterflies locked up in a box, which they (attempted to) release and have them fly away, signifying a long lasting marriage. Seven of them died and one flew in to their candle.

Once convincing ourselves it was time to take off, we unpleasantly remembered the reception following afterwards. The reception was alright, I suppose, but neither myself, my brother or my dad were expecting to be there for five hours. I spent the whole time swinging on a padded wooded swinging bench while fanning myself and the bees away.

|||Now Playing : Death From Above 1979 - "Sexy Results"|||

Where is my mind?

2005-07-26T22:54:00.000-07:00

Addictions of the day : Water, The Robot Ate Me, Pedro the Lion, picking at this zit on the right side of my face, guitar tabs, tenor saxophone, thinking about the Summer Camp festival August 6th, and air conditioning.

After hours of pestering my brother, I finally succeeded in getting him to move. A victory in its own! This couldn't've been accomplished without the old fashioned bribery trick, so I took him to go see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Yay, fun! I'm slightly worried that I enjoyed this movie more than my (almost) 9 year old brother, and all of the other little girls in the theater, but all is well.

Last night I found a concert log I had started earlier in the year. It depresses me to see how I went from two concerts a week to a weak two month break. Unacceptable! Thankfully I have Summer Camp, Decemberists at the Bite, The Notwists and Themselves, The Gossip. . . And most likely several trips to the Ike Box and possibly to Portland. Phew. At least I haven't completely lost my mind.

Speaking of losing my mind, from a boredom induced google search, I traveled back in time to middle school and cleverly typed my name in the search box. Rather than viewing the usual athletic track star Katy Trotter, I came across the real Katy Trotter (as seen here, here, here, here, and here (Okay, yeah, sure, some articles are the same, but they were links, stalkers, liiiinks!. . . )). It's completely reassuring to know that I exist on the internet. This is the link to the Dove site where I'm also featured. Groovy!

I had a long conversation with my poet Uncle Pete earlier today. He's intriguing. He'll hide for months and months and only communicate when he feels it necessary than BAM! Approximately 80 new emails in my inbox of crazy Pete poems. Granted, most of them go straight to the designated "Pete" folder simply because I need a pen, paper, dictionary and a fully working brain to comprehend.

Example:
There's a hand behind the cognizance of two like minded in attraction and that hand will push the cognizance into a mutual position. Could the hand be an overseeing consciousness that in effect manipulates circumstance?

And every so often, I come across one that's off-the-wall kind of fun.
Adolph Levin was one mixed up fella. So mixed up in fact that his neck and head descended right through his torso and out of his anus. The trouble was his head was facing the wrong way so he had to walk backwards which doesnÂt make for much speed. He had his pants custom made so as to protect the rest of his privacy and hide the diaper around his neck. The hole between his shoulders supported an earthenware pot of dirt in which a tree was planted. In his will, Adolph asked that he be buried standing up.

My favorite to this day exists on our desktop computer. His rhyming poem about the Planters Peanut guy coming out of his ass. Brilliance.

Back to what I was saying, our conversation earlier consisted of me in the midst of creating a studio for portraits. . . Therefore leading to a discussion about the movie Blow Up. A few hours after getting off the phone, I get an email titled "Katy's soulmate" with this picture of David Hemmings attached. I giggled and oohed for a few minutes before realizing that it is, quite possibly, the most true-est thing I have heard in awhile. Not only is David Hemming's character completely attractive, but he's ALSO a photographer. This got me thinking about how I desperately need to be sucked in to the movie Blow Up and hang out with the asshole photographer. Pronto!

All For Swinging You Around

2005-07-26T01:54:00.000-07:00

I, Katy, hereby promise to never again take long walks while wearing Birkenstocks (tm), for three consecutive days.

Hurty ankles aside, let's move on. I suppose now would be a great time to summarize my Tucson trip, but due to many minor distractions that took place (way to go, Sabrina!), I've decided to resort to my standard photo update.Jenn Packer and myself during dinner with the guys on Sunday night. The first night being there was extremely awkward. The Jersey girls were "prim and proper" and a tad more superficial than I was expecting. And the moment the guys walked in, Rory, Isaiah and Mo, the tension was incredibly obvious. At the dinner table, I was stuck right in the middle between the sexual jokes constantly being spouted off on my right versus the automatic "ewws" coming from my left.

Monday night was Carrie and Marianne's housewarming party. In my very own selfish way, I was excited to observe drunken people and personality clashes. I was also secretly hoping for some crazy blunt verbal wars to bust out, but that, sadly, didn't happen.

Rory, being his buff-studded-self. Carrie on top, Arco on the left and Lane on the right. The yoga crew! As the party progressed, I took notice to yoga and acrobatics happening in the corner of the room. Cute. Drew, Elisa has pink hair, Suzi has orange hair and Claudia is very amusing.Speaking of Claudia, look at her go! I was also highly entertained with my attempts to explain to her that I live in Oregon rather than Arizona. This, of course, being after she had begged me to teach her how to play alto sax.

Our slow decent into alcoholism. . . Isaiah, Lane, Arco.
Isaiah. . . God? . . . Isaiah? . . .
Marianne, Jenn, Myself and Lane on top. I cleverly took advantage of Lane's buzz and drew a circle on his nose which quickly led to whiskers.

Brandy, Carrie, Myself, Jenn, Marianne and Yasminah. . . Before going out for sushi at Ra.

Before going out to Chili's on Thursday. I think we were all in that exhausted-silly state of mind.
Mo, Rory's brother/apprentice. . . "Drinking it sexy" as is a Chile's tradition.

I was dropped off at the Tucson airport at 1:00 and boarded at 2:30. The flight seemed alright, save the fact of having a window seat and being seated next to a relatively middle-aged couple who were over-zealous about dogs. In fact, the whole three hour trip from Tucson to Seattle consisted of them reading and discussing a pamphlet on dog training. Towards the end, they befriended our backside neighbors and talked about TV shows and sitcoms. I grinned and listened to my ipod and gazed out the window.

The plane landed. I had an hour and half to get to my flight to Portland, so I stopped for a newspaper and headed to the gate. The whole terminal ends up being packed with frustrated customers due to Horizon canceling a direct flight from Seattle to Eugene. So I waited in line while the people at the desks hesitantly booked the passengers on alternate flights. I made my way to the front only to find out that my flight to Portland was two hours delayed and because I had a 46 minute layover in Portland, I would end up missing my connecting flight. However, the people at the desk seemed to not recognize that and insisted that I'd have plenty of time to catch my connection flight. So I explained, slowly and surely, my situation until they finally understood what was going on. They searched for other flights only to realize that the flight I'd miss, would be the last flight to Eugene for the day.

So they ended up booking me on a flight to Portland that would leave at 7:00 PM rather than the delayed 8:30 PM. I chuckled and explained to them that I would STILL miss my connecting flight by 20 minutes, assuming that this flight wasn't delayed as well. And they reacted as expected, being overly reassuring that I'll "be okay".

Finally, a few other people trying to make their way to Eugene went up and complained about the same problem. After the employee's 430th call to Eugene and my 431th call home (I win), they settled with holding the plane so us three Eugeneians could catch our flight.

I made small talk with this attractive business guy, explaining what was going on. He had a nice smile and seemed to groom himself properly (something so underappreciated). We'd laugh at the stupidity of the employees and their lack of communication skills and talk about our day. Eventually, people around us joined in and we had a comfortable circle going.
One lady in white read crime scene novels. Had her glasses on the tip of her nose and insisted that the airlines are taking a fall. She was bitter but enjoyable.
A father and son snubbed us off. Grungy, pessimistic and couldn't even glance at each other.
A middle aged woman curled up while reading Harry Potter with her smiley boyfriend sitting close by.

The 7:00 flight was delayed 40 more minutes because they needed to change a tire. We end up boarding and leaving by 8:00 and I stared at my ticket knowing that my flight to Eugene was already boarding.

The business man and I jogged out of the terminal and rushed to our gate. But to keep the bad luck pattern flowing, the plane headed to Eugene hadn't arrived yet. I relaxed and looked around, seeing how Horizon had cancelled three other flights and the remaining ones were, at the minimum, two hours delayed. This obnoxious lady announced that a plane was struck by lightening, thus being the reason for all of the delays. Everyone in the terminal looked around and there was a nervous laugh that seemed to linger around. Thanks, lady, for making our upcoming flight comfortable.

The business man and a group of three others took off to rent a car. I suppose driving a couple of hours isn't too bad in comparison to what was going on. I would've hopped along with them, though I'm sure my parents would'nt've approved of their teenage daughter riding in a car full of men. Sigh, darnit!

Anyways, we end up boarding the small, 9 row plane two hours later than the time I should've been at home.

I arrived in Eugene at 11:50 PM. I should've been sleeping.

No I'm not finished!
So throughout this long, miserable day, I had a lot of time to think. And while doing so, the only explanation as to why my returning trips are always a disaster, is simply because God hates Oregon. Let's remember other returning trip disasters:

First Tucson trip, 2004. I was stuck between a Russian tourist-y couple. The woman had a noticeable beard going on and really became attached to my right shoulder. Her husband's breath smelt like mold and stale coffee. Terrible.

Family reunion, 2004 in Chicago. While coming home, our flight out of O'Hara airport was so backed up, that we had to stay the night in Las Vegas. Mmm cigarette smoke and the sweet, sweet sound of slot machines all. night. long.

Third Tucson trip during New Years. Similar scenario to the most recent one. Left Tucson to San Fran. San Fran delayed, telling me I wouldn't get home. Finally made it to LA where they said I wouldn't get home. And of course, I made it home. This situation was definitely worse-er in comparison to the other because I was forced to bum a cell phone off of random strangers only to listen to my mom bitch about how she couldn't do anything about it.

New York, one month ago. For six hours, I was slammed up against the window, entire body shifted. This 19, 20 year old girl, BIG girl, sat in the middle. Her thigh took up half of my seat and she went thru an entire pack of cotton candy bubble gum, jolly rancher suckers and tore pages out of magazines for scrapbooking. Better yet, she rambled on about how she just got out of rehab. Excellent!

Clearly God is holding a grudge.

Hot Hot Heat ... Sucks!

2005-07-20T14:21:00.000-07:00

I am bored and sleepy. All of the "Jersey Girls" are at the pool swimming and because (I'd like to think) I'm relatively smart, I stayed inside in efforts to protect my ultra fair skin from being fried, yet again.

Last night, we all got dressed up to go out for sushi at this place called Ra. And because the weather is psychotic here, the moment we stepped outside, the "death clouds" were clearly visible. Immediately, while we were taking pictures, the wind swooped below us and attempted to lift our skirts/dresses up. Not funny, wind. And it started raining and the lightening* was actually touching the ground!!

Anyways. Aside from the weather, everything's okay. I do miss Oregon's non-let'shateeveryoneandkillthemwithourultravioletrays-ness.

*website photos are all mostly from Tucson!

This Is Katy In Arizona!

2005-07-18T12:57:00.000-07:00

Spending seven hours in an airport waiting for a three hour flight sucks. However, I was slightly amused with the entire swim team spread out all over the plane that would constantly shout at each other, bang on seats, throw papers, obsessively talk about fashion and NOT let me out to go use the bathroom.

Oh wait, no.

Aside from that, Tucson is insanely hot. 120 degrees yesterday? Disgusting.

Humans! Call me! I'll be bored and it'd be nice to hear from you (and you and you and you).

Days Are Falling From The Sky

2005-07-15T18:07:00.000-07:00

I saw Jorge today. Only a few complications with getting to my house (alright, alright... He ended up clear in Eugene but that's beside the point). I took him to House of Records in Eugene where we spent a solid hour drooling at all of the indie goodness. He ended up spending $60 on records and I managed to squeak out of there only spending $20.90 on two cds: Sloan - One Chord to Another and A.C. Newman - The Slow Wonder.

Excellence, excellence, excellence.

Tonight I'll be busy getting in touch with friends before I leave early Sunday morning. Barnes and Noble later tonight. And after close, I'm more than likely heading to Sabrina's for a few hours of chatting (and being overly amused by her gigantic dog (Maybe I'll snatch a picture)).

NOW PRESENTING (for all of you stalkers out there) . . . Your long overdue one Country Fair picture!
There we have it. A snapshot of the lovely scenic Oregon and bobbing heads of hippies and tourists. Rad.

Breaking Clavicles!

2005-07-15T00:37:00.000-07:00

So I was standing in my bathroom, looking in the mirror, when I noticed an unfamiliar twitch under my left eye. I blinked several times only to still see it there afterwards. The only logical explanation to why this monstrosity has occurred is that some microscopic organism implanted automatic self timed twitchers under my left eye as a science experiment. But since logical reasonings rarely happen, the constant twitch is probably my body's way of telling me to shut the hell up and go to sleep.

And I'm spent.

What I've learned (continued)

2005-07-14T00:42:00.000-07:00

I've learned that I look extremely weird on the red carpet, however, receiving an email full of these pictures provided many, many bouts of random laughter.
Indeed.

I'd Rather Be Deadly Than Dead

2005-07-13T13:00:00.000-07:00

On this day back in 1992, Jeffrey Dahmer changed his plea to guilty but insane.

It's official. I am the boringist 17 year old in the world. It's 1:00 PM and all I've accomplished is watching CourtTV and fixing my brother lunch. Now, considering the situation I'm in, having a passive 8 year old brother who only has Playstation 2 on his mind makes it difficult to come up with something to do outside of my house. Also, special thanks to my mom for taking the last $10.00 I had in my wallet this morning.

Alive With Pleasure

2005-07-11T15:28:00.000-07:00

It is only 3:30 in the afternoon and I feel like I haven't slept for days. I have already tried my usual method for a good nap by putting on the Addams Family Values dvd but alas, I am still awake.

So now's the time where I'll aimlessly talk about upcoming and past events that will amuse no one.

Yesterday was the Country Fair with Joann and Julie. Ohhh the sweet, sweet scent of b/o, patchouli oil and vegan meals.
Favorite quote of the day:
Note: All said in the standard valley-girl voice
(Man walks by wearing a skirt while we're sitting on the grass)
Katy: Ugggh so hottt.
Joann: He'd be hotter with make-up.
Julie: I prefer the skirt to be shorter.

And, of course, can't leave out all of the painted titties and preggo bellies hanging out. Or the fairies tripping on acid sprinkling glitter everywhere. The drum tower was fantastic as well.

Pictures, soon!

As for the rest of this week, I have nothing planned. Jorge is flying to Oregon tomorrow to visit family in Corvallis. So we'll arrange some visiting time. Exciting!

I leave on Sunday for a five day adventure! Woo for Tucson friends! Boo for ridiculous heat.

The Sporting Life

2005-07-07T22:47:00.000-07:00

Dear Bend, Oregon:
We'd like to take this opportunity to send many thanks your way for having the Les Schwab Amp. and having the following concert on August 6th--
Death Cab for Cutie, Decemberists, Built to Spill, Pedro the Lion and Viva Voce.

That being said--

Sincerely,
Katy and Joann.

Also, we'll be seeing the Decemberists exactly one week after this concert as well, only with approximately five thousand more people in my car. The Violent Femmes will be opening. Sure, it seems like a lot of Decemberists for one month, but not taking advantage of a wonderful local band being home is a very petty idea.
Aside from concerts, my sunburn is not so attack-y anymore.

And this just made my night:
Chris : "yeah, i bought a PSP, and i got two bottles of isopropyl alcohol instead"
Chris : "ohh my word! would you like a replacement?"
Chris : "no, just a cash refund will be fine"
Chris : "ok here you go! sorry again!"

It's absolutely incredible what you can get away with.

Book of Right-On

2005-07-07T08:09:00.000-07:00

This is Katy on two days of no sleep.

I have the worst sun burn in the world topped with twelve layers of aloe vera. I sleep in fifteen minute intervals and shoot up once my back hits the sheets. I had a dream that my bed was invaded by giant bugs who could dance the Charlston while singing "Hello Dolly." I was able to fend most of them off with a broom, before I was knocked unconscious. This is sickening.

Today I have an interview with Theresa from The Gazette Times in Corvallis at noon. It's exciting, but becoming redundant. Tomorrow I have a televised interview with KMRT, a local news station.

I have slivers in my hands, bruises on my shins. It's time to shower.

I've learned that...

2005-07-04T23:07:00.000-07:00

Taking promo pictures for teenage religious bands does not equal good. After waiting impatiently for over an hour while they practiced (and sucked), I finally came up with this picture. "Once Lost" has a lot to work on. Oy, it's frustrating when your friends are in crappy bands.

I've also learned that I sometimes have the best luck ever. My mom and I were talking and she mentioned that her 30th class reunion was either August 12th or 13th. Immediately, I thought of the Decemberists playing at Bite of Oregon on the 12th. Fortunately, my mom's reunion is on the 13th and a car full of myself and friends will make it to Portland.

And so it begins

2005-07-02T23:02:00.000-07:00

Here is the article from yesterday's interview. It's a nice one, overall. I enjoyed how she described me as a "confident, down-to-earth girl with a mop of curly hair."

Sure sums me up! I suppose the only negative part about it is the fact that the clipping of my face doesn't show any signs of clothing but I swear, I'm not naked!

Today I learned to not jump on random covered tubes that say "confined space" on the top.

So I was going on my fifth hour of weeding at work today when this women comes up and says her daughter fell in a hole and her shoe was stuck down there and was wondering if we could "fish it out."

Jeff, the fellow I worked with, checked it out and thirty minutes later, comes back chuckling. He explained to me that the women's eleven year old daughter was hopping from one confined space tube to the other. Her grand finale was on the last one and her stomps cracked the bolts of the fiberclass cover and then she fell. Fell into the sewage drain system.

We didn't get the shoe.

Disease!

2005-07-01T08:18:00.000-07:00

I am getting sick. Everything in my stomach feels like it's wrongly working and my face is pale, throat is sore. Go away, go away!

Things have been good. Spent practically all week at my mom's bakery playing with some of the clients there. Tim is fabulous. We danced in circles around my mom to Beach Boys songs pretending to be superheroes and robots. Having fun is fun.

In about an hour and a half a reporter from the Register Guard is coming to my house to interview me about my prizes. When I talked with her yesterday, she sounded standoffish. She could've just been worn down, but who knows. And next week, I have an interview with Corvallis' newspaper, the GT.

I am overwhelmed, but it is good.

Moments prior!

2005-06-27T02:38:00.000-07:00

"Ugh, we're catching time zones. The sun sets and rises back up within an hour and all I want is dark. It feels like I've been here forever. Arrived at the airport at 1:30 and now it is 7:00 and we've only been in the air for half an hour.

I'm so damn hungry. I had coffee while talking with Jenn earlier and these clouds look like Cinnabons!

I'm stuck, smashed against the window, two rows from the very back of the plane and this gigantic lady is stuffed in the middle between myself and this other girl. The arm-rests aren't down, her thighs take up half my seat and my neck and shoulders are awkwardly twisted. She sleeps with her head on my chair with her mouth open, knarly two-hour-old juicy fruit gum breath seeping out. Occassionally she'll lean forward on to the seat in front. She's young and apparantly just got out of rehab. "Sober thirty-six days and I'm goin' home!" She announced to just about everyone in her raspy, stereotypical fat-girl voice. She should've paid for half of my seat since that is all I got. I know it's harsh, but society is harsh and that's that.

Six and a half hours later and we're on the transfer plane to Eugene. It is raining in Seattle and it's such a nice break from humid NYC. I am tired. My neck is sore, I'm uncomfortable. It's 11:00 pm. Turbulance is rough. This plane is small. The girl across the aisle in the other row is clenching her head with her hands and rocking back and forth. The lights are flickering- Hello! I am Tyler Durden! Let's crash this plane, destroy history, let's hit rock bottom!

We have landed. B/O and dreadlocks, birkenstocks and bagels. Hello Eugene."

Rambling about my day sucks.

2005-06-17T10:00:00.000-07:00

Last night was sushi night with Beth and Joann. There's some sort of correlation between weather patterns and drives to sushi where it always ends up downpouring. I was unusually tired due to finals and disagreements with grumpy teachers. At least they have three months to get over their personal issues.

I am forced to sit around for a majority of the day today to wait for Fedex packages and phonecalls. I was originally supposed to take some band promo shots for Jake's new band.. Ran into the guys during a midnight Walmart run last weekend. They were easy to talk with, though I'm not sure if pictures are in store due to weather.

And I am the most exciting person in the world.

This summer's going to be busy. I leave for New York on Tuesday, come back on Sunday the 26th. Two weekends later is the Country Fair with Joann, Bandow, hopefully as many sheltered friends as I can persuade to go. I leave for Tucson on July 17th to visit with friends. And then Joann and I are planning a trip to New Mexico.

Just a heads up.

2005-06-11T23:45:00.000-07:00

This month is officially going to be crazy and exciting.
I won the grand prize award for the Dove Campaign for Real Beauty contest.
This means that I now have:
$20,000 in US bonds($40,000 at full maturity)
$5,000 in cash
June 21st-June 26th, my mom, aunt and I will fly out to New York City to attend the Gracie Allen gala awards ceremony and luncheo. My photo/essay will [most likely] be in a showcase box in the room where the people will walk in and chat. Way too much Dove stuff I probably wont use too often.

Oh gosh!

Other than that, I've been highly overwhelmed. School is out in four days, best friend graduated today along with my grandma being buried.

I'll have some pictures tomorrow, most likely.

Hello 90's!

2005-05-26T22:59:00.000-07:00

Record breaking 94 degree weather today. I ended up cutting the last half of the day due to our school being poor and not having a/c on in all of the rooms. Chumps.

Neverthelessssss... I ended up getting sunburnt simply from driving around. Oh, fair skin goodness. My friend Tish is in from Mississippi. We were good friends from 4th grade 'till she moved in 8th and it's nice to see her again, though we've both changed a lot. And I've somehow gotten myself in a habit of seeing shitty Americanized mainstream movies more than once. So I took her to go see The Ring 2 (hey, she wanted to see a funny movie) where we ended up talking about how she went nuts and tried to commit suicide. Awkward, sure.

But it's a four day weekend and tomorrow I'm going to sleep in to the maximum and then get up and either go to Peter's house to work on a Spanish project or hang around downtown Eugene while my car goes to the doctors. I work on Saturday, visit with my soon-to-be-planning-funeral-for grandmother on Sunday and then the coast on Monday. Mmm coast.

This is the most disgusting and utterly boring entry I have ever managed to let myself create.

Apologies.

2005-05-21T01:54:00.000-07:00

I'm amusing myself by thinking about how exhausted I'm going to be tomorrow morning when I wake up at 6:00 AM for work. Oh, it'll be hilarious!

Today after school, Sabrina came over and we played nerds on our laptops with Photoshop and InDesign. Kyle came over after his baseball practice (lasted 45 minutes ( Oregon weather LOVES spontaneous downpours (and JCHS loves crazy anime conventions (completely irrelevant but that's besides the point..)))).

We watched the Exorcist and laughed a lot and decided that if we don't make one of our famous mocking videos of it, we'd be dubbed idiotic for the rest of our lives. Though I still think my idea of remaking Alien into more of a... ahem... "so the women are the crazy psychotic aliens, you see.. They mention how they don't feel well and then BAM! Fallopian tubes explode out of their stomach and latch onto your face and whoa buddy! Talk about traumatic!"

School is out on the 16th. Psst. Hurry up!

2005-05-16T20:41:00.000-07:00

Been busy since the last time I updated, so let's do a little rundown--
May 11th
I finally was able to get more senior pictures in. I had previously tried to meet up with these two boys from Triangle Lake (I think I mentioned it in a different journal entry) but their mom happens to be quite possibly THE MOST flakiest human ever. I realized how naive every person there happened to be.. The mom, Regina enjoyed going up to people's houses, knocking on their door and asking if they had a white wall we could use. And I can't forget to mention her going up to the skaters of my school after they had flipped her off and called her obscene names high schoolers are so infamous for doing.. Anyways.. The boys, Wes and Stormy, pranced around in pink shirts with purple ties, collars up and even agreed to swing on the swing sets (solely for my own amusement).

May 12th
Joann, Bandow and I went to my mom's deli/bakery after school for a late lunch. Bandow is most definitely the best teacher I've had (even though she's really not my teacher for any class..). What's not cool about being able to talk about sluts/stds, tweakers and being religiously obsessed with the Simpsons? Exactly.

May 13th
My birthday! Woo.. hoo! So I'm now officially 17 and people have been telling me it's a good age, I suppose. I didn't do much. Bandow got me flowers, Family got me moolah and Joann gave me a coolie hat. My cousin, mom, brother, Joann and I went to go see a movie I had already seen and I fell asleep around 11:30ish while still in the theater.

May 14th
Oh godddd what a day. It's been awhile since I had been in a terrible mood. Woke up early to go and work and found out I was working with Tweaker John. Yes, the John that's obsessive compulsive over every goddamn detail. We weeded. Ohhhh yesssss! Devils grass plus tweakers does not equal anything relative whatsoever. He spent three hours in one corner of a flowerbed sifting through roots while I worked my way around. It was also 85 degrees out and overcast. 98% humidity and I wanted to be hit by a bus. Right before I was able to go home, my cell phone dropped in the toilet.
Got home and noticed approximately 34328723.322110 cars parked near our house. Aunt, Uncle, other Uncle, Cousin, Cousin's kid, Great Aunt, Great Uncle, parents, spawn of satan and a new couch were there to greet me to wish me a happy birthday. And me in all my cranky goodness headed straight to the shower.
Then I was informed that we were going out into the boonies of Oregon to a "family get together" at my cousin's house. And the make it completely short... It was the more segregated than a middle school dance. Whities on one side of the room and the Mexicans on the other. These little kids under the age of 5 swarmed around me and told me I was saying their name wrong so I went into our car and slept.

Annnnnd now it's Monday. Oh, and I got a laptop. Sony Vaio V505 and I'm satisfied to the max.

Small edit.. But it seems as though I've failed to mention anything about prom which obviously displays it's importance. And that's all.

Skool.

2005-05-05T21:12:00.000-07:00

Faster we get further into May, the less I'll be around. Random Juniors have been confronting me about cover charges for next year's senior portraits which is pretty exciting considering money is good. Speaking of which, I've been asked to take pictures at an E.T. senior banquet for next year's brochures and for their webpage. Things photography based are falling into place.

School on the other hand, has been slightly frustrating. I'm assuming it's the almost-end-of-the-year restlessness even though I get out June 16th. But it should work out fine.

I'm sleepy. I just rode my bike for 30 minutes or so and I'm waiting for the bathroom and I'm ready for bed. Tomorrow I'm meeting a bunch of people at Araceli's for lunch which means a half day of school, thank god. The lady who organizes this is the ultra spiritual, mondo feminist type who is practically my second mom. But that's aside the point.. She arranges this yearly for a Taurus birthday lunch.

Oh yeah!

2005-05-03T11:10:00.000-07:00

In class again ladedaladeda. I'm supposed to be working on this PowerPoint presentation but following the rules that are given is sooo zzz.

I read the funniest article today about how researches in Canada proved that parents treat "pretty" children better than their ugly ones. Apparantly there are parents in denial trying to say that it was a bogus study due to lack of acknowledging economical status. Ohhh what a good laugh for the morning.

I'm going to pick up my ticket for the Menomena show tomorrow night at the Wow. I'm not as excited as I would've been if someone was going with me but people are pretty backed up with AP exams. Oh well, it still should be a good show. I'll have a picture or two to show.

I'm convinced there's a guy behind me sniffling.. Even though I'm sitting in the last row. I need more sleep.

What's not funny about an ovary?

2005-05-02T11:01:00.000-07:00

I should've gone to a fun concert with some friends on Saturday night after work (which was boring but goodish (save the fact that my hands were covered with slivers (gee, I love parenthesis))) but instead, I spent the night at my Uncle's filthy trailer in the middle of the most slum-ish neighborhood I've ever been to in my life.. Watching drunk and obnoxious relatives. Ohhhh it's inspiring to never drink alcohol in my life. Completely pathetic, actually.

My twenty year old cousin and I were having a conversation (while I was driving her four year old daughter back to my Aunt's house) about how she dropped out of school when she was 11 years old. That was the year she first had alcohol and weed. When she was 12, shrooms. On her 13th birthday, acid. And for her 14th, she tried meth and stayed on that for several years.. Had a kid, had her taken away and now she's clean and has her daughter back and it's frightening to think about how so much has happened in her life already. It makes me wonder where the hell I came from.

Other than that, everything's been remotely normal.

Dear menstruation cycle-
This is a conspiracy!!

Hurry it on up!! Cramps and tampons galore are not my idea of a good time during prom.

You have three days.

-Katy

2005-04-26T16:48:00.000-07:00

Bored times five hundred million point twoooo

2005-04-25T11:51:00.000-07:00

It's funny how physics teachers are often insanely stupid.
I had a craptacular weekend full of death and other glorious situations (but not involving homework) and rather than giving me clarification on a lab question and five minutes to correct my errors, he insisted that I turn it in tomorrow as late. Funny, funny.

Pre-calc study session with Colon-o-rama tonight to the maxxximum!!!

DEADJOURNAL IS BROKED ON MY COMPUTER-RAMA!

2005-04-24T00:45:00.000-07:00

I went to a funeral today and it was pretty sad. I don't really get upset over the fact that the person's gone but it's usually the parent's memory speeches that gets me emotional. Poor family.

Joann and I went and saw Robots tonight and I'm convinced her and I are on the same brainwave patterns because we chuckled at the hidden sexual innuendos on the theater's "let's entertain you by not entertaining you" clips before the movie without even looking at each other. She thanked me for corrupting her in 3rd grade. Rockin'. Then on the way home we sung along to the Dears, her favorite song, of course, and made complete asses of ourselves. And we also talked about boys and morons and how my car's name should be "hibbidy dibbidy."

Mood = weird = Katy = tired = too lazy to walk down the hallway to the room.

Nick as Guerrmo Vasquez in Jenny's pants.

So in Honors English last trimester we were assigned to do a skit for some project which included at least two books/plays we'd read throughout the course. My group, Nick, Colin (Colon), Jenny (... tull) and I decided that we'd do two skits: One, starring Colin as Maury, Nick as Tom Buchanon, Jenny as some morbidly obese baby and yours truly as Daisy, Tom's wife. And for our second, we acted out our own version of "wake up, san francisco".. Nick and Jenny as the hosts, as generalized as possible, Colin as a serious book writing chump and myself as the author of "Batman and Robin.. The motion picture novel"..

"Well you're just one big honking goose, honk honk!"

Nick ran away after the skits to change and I hunted him down with the clothes in one hand, camera in the other and forced him into the boys bathroom. So I waited outside the bathroom for him to change and noticed a rather large group of preppy jockstrap boys head in through the doors and this had an "insta-giggle!" effect on me. A few seconds later you hear Nick coughing and lowering his voice trying to explain what was going on. It was also just as funny when he came out and asked me how he should pose. Ooohhhh, hilarity.

2005-04-21T23:55:00.000-07:00

Dear Logic,
Stop being so confusing. I don't appreciate how you FORCE me to stay up until midnight doing everything else imaginable except for studying.

From, Katy.

2005-04-20T15:19:00.000-07:00

A girl that's been working with my mom's business for a little over a year now died last night. She was on a scholarship fund for work and was left unsupervised at her home for a couple of hours. She had a seizure and swallowed her tongue at the age of 19. It really disgusts me how people considered "normal" will treat ones with disabilities like aliens or dogs or something they don't fucking deserve. And from my experience with growing up around people that were outcasted or homeless or without a family due to the way their face or voice or brain didn't look or sound or function like they should and they're all so beautiful and kind and caring and I've noticed how a good majority of them are smarter than anyone who has the chance to have a proper education or anyone who has a decent home or even not. Some of these people were shipped to a home because their parents were too impatient to have a "child like that" and as kids, they'd cower in fear in their rooms not knowing what happened to their parents or why these people in charge would hit them or rape them or refuse to feed them and consistently leave them helpless. It breaks my fucking heart.

And Meghan had a home, she had a boyfriend and she had a brain that worked right and she was gorgeous and fun to be around but had some personality problems she was working on controlling. Everytime I was around her, she'd grasp onto her right hand that was affected by her cerebal palsy and she'd desperately try to make it look normal. She used to lash out and yell and scream whenever she didn't get her way and it's almost a happy ending with the fact that the day before she died, she handled a situation maturely and was congratulated and reassured that she's doing a lot better. It unnerves me to think what it would've been like for her to die completely alone when someone should've been there by her side.

Meghan

Tim, quite possibly the coolest.

Making funny faces, rawr!

Aside from the fact that I look insanely creepy, awww!

Yesterday, David, myself and Jimmy. David's hilarious and Jimmy always smells good and is insanely witty.

2005-04-17T14:22:00.000-07:00

Oh god, whatever.
The lady ended up calling really early this morning to cancel because it was "raining" outside. And by raining, she must've meant sprinkling because it's really freaking sunny out. Talk about frustrating-- Taking the day off from work to do this and she flakes out three times in a day? Sickening. And it's not the first time she's ever done anything like this but I'm not going to talk about her anymore because she's not wooooorth it. Her and her son will just have to wait until late May for me to take pictures and considering how she needed pictures for his graduation announcements.. Yeah! That sucks!

Humans are weird.

2005-04-17T00:31:00.000-07:00

I just realized that I never made a post regarding the Seattle trip. That's pretty lame of me considering how it turned out to be completely opposite from what I was expecting.
Rebecca ended up not being in our room, which is a great thing because apparantly she spent the whole trip smoking weed and being silly. But I shouldn't go in great detail since it's close to 1:00 am.. So in a very small nutshell, spending time with people that I thought would be hell to get along with ended up being remotely enjoyable. Sure, most of the time I felt awkward talking about make-up and how "hot" certain people are, but I managed. The convention was insanely fun. I didn't learn much in the class I had to take, but I ended up bringing home a superior award in the contest I was in. Great resume/application stuff. And it's hard to explain how reassuring it was to win something, not that it matters overall. But seeing all the ritsy, city-life schmucks with huge cameras and lenses and money flowing out of their asses.. And being awarded something, ah... It was great. I'll have pictures when I stop being so lazy.

Anyways.
I just spent a good half hour desperately searching on a map from mapquest to find where I'm going tomorrow. These damn sheltered middle aged women who live in the boonies of Oregon saying "get on hwy 36 and it's a big brown church, ya can't miss it!"
And by saying that, you've just promised me that I will miss it and feel like a moron when I do. So I hope the weather's nice because the last thing I need is to be stranded out where sheep fuckers exist and ohmygod I'm scaring myself.

I want to start doing those "add a random picture that you took at the end of every post even if it has no significance whatsoever" things.

2005-04-13T11:52:00.000-07:00

I'm in my Computer Applications 2 class. The only down side about being around computers for an hour is that, because I'm considered advanced compared to everyone else, I have a seperate curriculum than the vast majority of people sitting around. So I'm bored a good majority of the time.

My point? Having so much free time to listen to the new Decemberists cd is absolutely orgasmic.

Forgive me journal, for I have neglected

2005-04-05T18:46:00.000-07:00

I don't have anything to say, so essentially this is completely pointless. Random random random. My eyes keep overfocusing, my uterus hurts, the Dears are playing in the background and I'm feeling somewhat good. My mom's recovering, my dad's not, my grandma's a crackhead, my step-grandma's dying from Leu Gehrig's disease and I've been the happiest I've ever been in awhile. Selfish? Maybe.

Worked last weekend. It's really not so bad at all. Had the pleasure of finding 28 needles stashed away behind a Pepsi machine and it was a fairly decent laugh.. But the more I think about it, the more sickening it gets. Someone obviously spent the night there shooting up because no diabetic is going to "hang" for hours at a rest stop.

I'm insanely tired.. I should nap, or get as much sleep as possible considering how I wake up at 3:30 AM tomorrow morning. Ew. I'm now taking bets on when/where the train to Washington's going to de-rail (since it already did...)

2005-03-28T21:21:00.000-08:00

I finally conformed and bought an ipod solely due to the fact that next week, I'm on a train with all the ultra nerdy publicationers to Seattle. The ride itself will probably last, if we're lucky, around 6 hours and I'm staying for three days.

Also, every cliche imaginable exists in the room I'll be staying in:

Sabrina- The class valedictorian. I can't really say much about her since I don't really know her but she's smart and also the newspaper editor.

Rebecca- Miss liberal hippy to the max. She's so laid back and is constantly butting heads with Sabrina up there. She was overjoyed to have me in her room because she knows I wont "rat" on her if she goes out and gets high every so often. I'm already making bets with myself on which day the biggest, baddest fight in the history of the whole wide world will occur!!!--- SABRINA VERSUS REBECCA SMACKDOWN. Ohhhh thank God I'm a photographer.

Mandy- The one, the only.. Fashion guru. Mandy once gave me a serious lecture about how I can't possibly wear my black with white polka dots belt because I don't have a pair of black and white polka dot shoes and everyone knows that accessories have to always match, of course. She often confuses her lifestyle with Passions or Days of our Lives.

Double also-
Someone informed me today that the rooms only have two beds. I call the floor.

Who would've thought bending over would hurt so bad?

2005-03-24T20:43:00.000-08:00

(Insert sexual innuendo laugh here)

First days of work are typically easy and "fun" unless your name happens to be Katy.

I got a call last night to clarify all the things I'd be doing today. I was told to meet this Mike guy at a rest area a few miles outside of the town I live in because I needed training. Training? For what? Picking weeds?

So I showed up at the Oak Grove rest area, to be technical-- South bound, waited ten minutes and then met up with Mike. I followed him around to this storage area and that's where he informed me that picking weeds was only a portion of my job.. But maintaining rest area bathrooms was another.

I cringed and damned every human soul in sight to hell while Mike went through the cleaning procedures. I pretended to be interested and willing to do exactly what he was demonstrating... Remove female products, add toilet paper, sweep/mop/kill odor floors, wash every freaking thing, remove gum and cigarette butts from the bottoms of urinals, de-grafity-itize, wipe off the piss streaks from so-called men who think they're cool. The whole process was definitely degrading. Thank God I didn't actually have to do any of that.

After an hour, we drove over to Eugene and met up at the juvenile center and I was assigned to weed and turn the whole front entrance while the old men rode around on their lawn mowers. I spent two hours essentially alone, crouching down uncomfortably and occasionally, Mike would come rolling around, turn off the engine and say "are you tired yet?".. Chuckle, then drive off. It was alright for the first time, but after eight more I started to feel the teenage angst build up. Teehee.

A couple hours later, I looked up and noticed how divided the sky was. Sunny and happy versus "dooooom to everyone!" So I hurried to my car, put on my raincoat and POW! Downpour. I waddled over to where I was weeding, bent down and BAM! Hailstorm. Tiny hail turned into tolerable hail turned into hail the size of marbles and it lasted for a solid thirty minutes before going back to the standard Oregonized rain. And it continued in that pattern until I went home at 4:00.

Now, I'm wrapped in a blanket with dirt stuck in the tiny wrinkles on my fingers and it's giving me an idea of what I'll look like when I'm old and I can't fully extend either of my arms or grip onto anything. I have blisters inbetween my thumbs and index fingers and I've decided to get a divorce with Oregon. Don't worry, hunny, it's not you, it's me.

2005-03-23T09:28:00.000-08:00

Tomorrow, I am officially a yard girl.. I get to finish my spring break off with two, three or four 9.5 hour days worth of weeding picking and continue through school working on Saturdays.
This combined with my newspaper internship, school, concerts...

Goodbye, social life.

2005-03-22T20:38:00.000-08:00

So now that it's known that I have way too many blogs.. Let's move on.

Dear weather-
I appreciate the fact that you were ultra nice and sunny for nearly three weeks, thank you for that. However, it's completely irritating how you decided to go back to the typical Oregon weather the first day of break. This is simply not acceptable.

Change or face the evil wrath of Katy and her.... Oh, whatever.

~~Love~~
Katy

Today, Joann, Colin and I played in Corvallis.