Ashes to Ashes

Have you ever felt unbelievably uncomfortable in your own skin? Like you wanted to tear everything off until there was nothing left but your blood ridden skeleton marred still by bits of muscle and tendon? And even then, wanting nothing more than to somehow crumble the beige cage that's held you for x-amount of years and powder them too to ash -- if not less -- and spread yourself so far that perhaps through this great self-destroying feat you can manage to find a sense of peace? Yep, true story. Vary palpable, this feeling. Very, frustrating...

~Kat

Tiding you over

There's supposed to be a post here. Perhaps something with meaning or a lesson attached or something of the like. Alas, my brain doesn't work anymore, so tough nuggets. Be happy I've written this much. Oh, and I had a dream that my aunt's house got attacked by giant crabs. Think about that for a bit.

~Kat

So Cold

I'm so tired, I feel like I need to replace my blood with liquid caffeine. I just want to get on with the day but it's like in first gear. Also, my glasses have been brutalized into oblivion. It's affected me pretty badly. When i get a new pair of glasses my little brother is so dead. He just broke them cause he could.

Beautiful Dreamer

I don't dream much. However, recently I have been dreaming an awful bit. I think this sudden flush of dreams might be attributed to my going to sleep as the dawn breaks. Anyway, I thought I would share with you all the oddness I've dreamt about this summer, as far as I can remember anyway.

I dreamt that my uncle offed himself, but everyone in the family wanted to keep it on the hush hush. It was a very peculiar series of events because I've never seen so many people in my family in the same house. What's odder it that I didn't think so many members of my family could fit in the same house. But that's just me.

I dreamt that a friend of mine was on the swimming team back at school. He doesn't swim AFAIC. What's oddest is that his being on the swim team prevented me from being found out for some crime I did. I don't know what I did, but I did it...

I dreamt that my campus had hot dog carts. They were delicious. They had onions on them, the hot dogs. I bought one of course. The odd part: the hot dog carts also sold hot wings.

That's the most recent dream I had. Of course, there's more to that dream. Apparently I was having an affair of some sorts with some guy, and it revolved around the hot dog cart. And I had one, and he had one, and then we took a nap at the picnic table and were holding hands under it. But the sad part was that he had a girl of his own, so she got mad (obviously) when she saw us like that. And then he went to hang out with her and they ate hot wings. And she wanted more, but I wasn't going to let that happen, so I ate them. With ranch dressing.

A lot more happened in the dream that was visibly more important and exciting than hot dog carts with hot wings and tomato onions.

I wish I could remember the rest of the dream though. They're all very nice. That's all for now.

Until the next slumber,

~Kat

The Longest Week

Well, I've spent three days in my father's house and I guess everything is fine. I just want to go out and talk with him and go do stuff, but I just feel awkward. I just feel like all I want to do is hide in what used to be my room, and kinda curl up and train that Ninetails I got for meep. I could just see what other Pokemon I can find. I really missed my brothers and sister, and step mom, I uess my dad too, I thought it would be a lot different, but things never really changed.

I missed my friends, I'm supposed to be home by now, but some stuff came up and I'm still here, I miss my own laptop, it's kinda upsetting. To get fixed then the guy that fixes it is responsible for it breaking even more. I'm tired and sleepy. I wonder if my Pokemon get tired. I just wish I could like sleep for a whole day. It's odd other days I could like run all over the place. I can't wait to like, get my life started, I feel a little better about it. I just feel afraid, can someone tell me if that's normal? Just being afraid to live my life. If I painted my feelings right now, it'd be on a black canvas with a bunch of gray lines.

I just feel like I could change the world, but I never will, not being in this funk. I almost feel like I want to go out and eat a pie just because I love pie? Does It make it okay to go out and just kiss someone cause you love them? Is it okay to hurt someone just because you don't like them? Is it okay to sleep all day cause you don't like to work? Things like this pop into my head all the time, it confuses me.

Well, I guess that's enough for tonight. Who knows, maybe I'll tell a story tomorrow. Like how I just learned stuff that makes me want to punch Prince even more than now.

Night peoples,
~Traci

The Tip of the Iceberg

What happens when everything you once knew reveals itself to be a horrendous surprise of twists, turns, and lies? Or a magnificent garden of hopes, dreams, and fantasy?

I learned to never judge a book by its cover. Everything you know, it could just be the tip of the iceberg. Be wary, or anxious, whichever suits you. Will you come across a pleasant surprise? Or a heart-wrenching nightmare? Oh reality.

~Kat

Still More Firsts

Let's see, I'm the good friend that was mentioned in the last post. I also have a name. And that name is Traci. And if you people who ever eventually find this, I'm in Florida. Though I may be sleep deprived, I'm still awake enough to make a post. I agreed to this thing and I'm gonna see it through. I wasn't fragging things, I was playing WoW. There isn't any fragging in WoW, but there had been a lot of stabbing, slashing, kicking, poison, fire, ice, lightning bolts, snakes, arrows, bullets, and dancing for everyone. Also, I thought the mission of this blog was to have a joint blog.

May you always be awesome,

~The Other One

A first time for everything

Hello world. Kathia here, reporting to you from NC. I have decided to make a joint blog with a good friend of mine. He is too busy fragging to actually post though. He's probably also sleep deprived right now, so let's not think to deeply into things. There is no real focus or mission in this blog, unless you want one. Seeing as no one reads anything I post anyway, I will perish the thought of catering to your needs. Because "you" don't exist!

Suffer hapless readers!!! You get nothing from me!!!

Very much not obliged,
~Kat