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Name: Kathleen
Birthday: 4/6/1985
Interests: theatre, overzealous political debates, murder mysteries, peppermint mochas, children's books, la france, and stories with happy endings.
Expertise: making scrambled eggs, locating books while knowing only the color of the cover, getting lost in foreign countries, curling ribbon, and generally being fabulous.
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AIM:  cimorene713
Member Since:
5/21/2004
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| Well darlings, it's been lovely, but it's time for me to take off. Xanga's been lovely for college, and I've had an excellent three years sharing every mundane detail of my existence with the world. No longer content to simply blog about my life, however, I'm moving on. I'm toying with the idea of setting up a blogspot at some point, but I make no guarantees. Maybe I'll fill the void with some real writing to benefit all of humanity.
In any case, I might still poke around here and see what you're all up to. If you want to get in touch with me I'm never too far from my email (also facebook), my cell is always within reach, etc, etc. Call me and we'll have coffee, because I'll need something to get me through the inevitable xanga-withdrawal.
With love and blessings to all,
Kathleen
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| I have made a tragic error.
Having no real intellectual work to occupy me this summer, I made the mistake of drawing up a preliminary guest list for the wedding (which, please note, is not until next June). I made the further mistake of showing it to my mother.
"This isn't long enough," she said.
"No, it's too long," I said. "I need to cut out about fifty people."
My mother suggested that I cut out all of my college friends ("because Noah doesn't really know most of them, and you probably won't be in touch with them by this time next year") and replace them with many people whom I do not like. For example: "Mrs. X sent you lovely birthday presents when you were little--she'd be so hurt if she was excluded. And if you invite her, you have to invite her entire extended family, including pets, and . . ."
"Mother, you haven't talked to Mrs. X in five years because you say she's a harpy."
"I never said that. She's coming. Also, you need to invite your great-uncles, whom you have never met but about whom you have heard many intriguing and slightly-scary stories."
"They won't actually come, will they?"
"No, but they'll send you money."
"Sweet."
The money idea is particularly interesting to me, with the result that I have been systematically adding every single famous person I have ever met to the list. So far, it is a very long list.
So much for a small wedding.
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| Ahem. Noah and I are getting married. I have a very sparkly ring that is not remotely sticky-outy. I'm really doing my best not to be too giddy, but I'm failing sort of miserably. I'm just ridiculously happy and that's the end of it. | | |
| I want to stress that I was entirely within the lines. Mithter Bubbows was a little bit slanted in the parking space, but there was a good foot of room left between the tire and the line. Nevertheless, when I got in the car to go to my exam this morning I discovered this on my windshield:
PARKING VIOLATION
This is not a ticket, but if it were within my power, you would recieve two. Because of your Bull Headed, inconsiderate, feeble attempt at parking, you have taken enough room for a 20 mule team, 2 elephants, 1 goat and a safari of pygmies from the African interior. The reason for giving you this is so that in future you may think of someone else, other than yourself. Besides I don't like domineering, egotistical, or simple minded drivers and you probably fit into one of these categories.
I sign off wishing you an early transmission failure (on the expressway at about 4:30 p.m.). Also may the Fleas of a thousand camels infest your armpits.
WITH MY COMPLIMENTS
If I were an angrier person, I would point out the grammatical errors contained in this message. But since I am a kind, Godly person, I will write simply this:
I have GOT to get me some of those.
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| This will not interest anyone but myself, but I think it's tremendously cool:
A few days ago I discovered a splinter in my right thumb. I tweezed it out, but a quarter-millimeter-sized splinter remained imbedded. I prodded at it for a few minutes and then gave up, hoping it wouldn't kill me. It's been there ever since, just sort of hanging out, not hurting or causing pussy inflamations or anything. I glanced at it today and discovered that the splinter had burst forth, sort of like Venus on her seashell. It was sitting on this little pile of dead skin, arranged in a perfect circle. It was very pretty.
This is absolutely the most stupidest thing I have ever posted. Here:
Exams suck, I have too many papers, I don't like packing, I don't want to move home, and I don't want it to be summer . . . but at least I have a pretty new dress for graduation.
Also, if you need some quality procrastination this week, check out my new favorite youtube link. Squall--it's most especially for you.
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