| And I've found in you, someone beautiful to share my soul with... if only you knew. |
[18 Apr 2008|06:53pm] |
And it makes me kind of sad that I have no one so tell of the strange beauty that is found in walking into the basement laundry room at midnight, darkness and cement all around. With nothing but shadows and the sounds of the dryer to subdue my restless and chaotic thoughts.
The cold smell of the cement walls penetrate the humidity that has been building itself behind my eyes for days now. Building walls of stale air and smoke that don't let the right words out. I've been encased in the end of winter, and welcome warmly, as warmly as the sun that has finally started to shine again. I don't miss the cold of winter, only the clarity.
Right now, I hide behind an array of words that I use to express myself. Thoughts and emotions hidden behind consents and vowels. Words are my walls, I build them with bricks made of letters and mortar of faith that someone will understand.
Which is odd, because rarely do I understand...
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| I wrote it in December and you found it in June... it's almost fall now and I wish you well. |
[18 Aug 2007|08:32pm] |
For a while I wondered if it would do any good to say I'm sorry.
Wondered if maybe I would have been given the chance to tell my side of the story. Lord only knows what the other one was…
Wondered if maybe we could have been friends.
I guess now I know. And I'm saddened, yes. But only because I feel you have been grossly misguided and fooled far more than you know. It was never me who was good at making people believe exactly what I wanted… nor would I try… but the conniving, malicious games that have been played against you are unfair. I'm sorry to have lost you and I'm sorry how I lost you… but I'm not sorry for who I've become. Because, honestly, it's another lifetime… and maybe it's better that you (or the people playing you) aren't a part of it.
You will never be forgotten and the friendship will be missed, though we both have changed… and mine have been for the better.
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| No couch? No problem! |
[15 Jan 2007|07:22pm] |
So, I still don't have a couch, but I'd love to have people over anyway. So just let me know when you are free so I can try and set things up for the most people.
Cell = 248-895-1037
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[11 Jan 2007|10:51am] |
With much love and support (and help painting) from my family and friends I have mannaged to move out!
Pictures later!
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| someday soon... |
[30 Dec 2006|01:28pm] |
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I'd like to see people. Maybe a party or something next weekend? Let me know what's good because there are a lot of you I haven't seen in a while and getting together for chai and apples to apples sounds like a real good idea...
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| the lack there of... |
[24 Dec 2006|03:10am] |
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For some reason (I can’t really remember what it is at this point) I was going through some of my old boxes this evening and looked at old notes and pictures and random things that sparked memories of long ago… a lock broken off a trunk for a play in which I kissed Riley Bowen, Programs from almost every play I have been in or seen, the first “bead animal” I ever made, the ticket to the FOB show I never went to… But in looking through those, I stumbled across some notes from someone that I called my best friend for about three years… And I realize that that girl was one of the best things that ever happened to me. She was lovely and creative and we shared so much with interests and ideas… I miss her a lot and I realize I should have fought a lot harder to keep her. I don’t have many regrets these days… but that comes to one of them. I’m sorry I didn’t take the time to tell her the truth or to explain or to apologize... I’m so sorry that I gave up her friendship so easily… Bre…
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[29 Aug 2006|11:28am] |
A couple of awesome friends of mine are in this band that's playing at the Emerald Ballroom on Thursday night. If you are interested in seeing some great local bands in an amazing venue... let me know.
Show starts at 7
Tickets are $8
address is
31 north walnut street
mt clemens mi, 48043
Let me know
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| New look |
[07 Aug 2006|06:20pm] |
Just for anyone who might want to know.
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| Takeoffs and landings |
[07 Aug 2006|01:39pm] |
My plane is going to take off on Augest 29th at 1:30 pm.
I'd love to see people before I go...
*hint hint*
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| Just a reminder |
[27 Jul 2006|07:38am] |
Birthday party:
My house on the 29th starting at 6ish.
CTF
Truth or Dare
Twister
Food
Good times?
Here's hoping :-)
Let me know if you are coming so that I may be prepared.
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| What may be my last birthday in Michigan. |
[10 Jul 2006|02:20pm] |
Invations abound to anyone who cares to come.
I'm going to be celebrating my 20th birthday in a few weeks and I'd like to invite people to come over to my house and join me with that.
There'll be food (of course), maybe some capture the flag, some other games I'm sure... Twister anyone? Some time to hang out with me before I go and all that fun stuff.
July 29th at about 5 or 6 till whenever the last person decides to leave. (this doesn't count that people that stay at my house anyway)
Please let me know if you'll be able to come so I can try and set things up to fit.
Peace and love,
Kate
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| Way away |
[20 Jun 2006|05:00am] |
So, same exact thing I put on my myspace...
I'm moving to Florida in two months.
Visit me before I leave.
Peace,
Kate
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| Teenagers remind me of deer in the headlights of cars going past. |
[31 May 2006|01:57am] |
Time was 11:11 and I was wishing I wasn’t home. So, I take matters into my own hands and set off on an adventure, well, to be honest, I didn’t know it was going to be an adventure at the start. My intention was merely to get out of my house and away from people. I steal my little brother’s bike and head off in a direction I think will lead me to a simple ride away.
At first it’s all hills and bridges as I ride through familiar territory, not expecting anything amazing to happen. Then heading down the road in the direction of home I get this sudden instinct to turn off the road and take a small trail leading in the opposite direction. It’s dark and I can’t see anything in front of me for a while, all I can tell is the smell of flowers hanging in the air and the rocks on the path as my bike shakes, then my eyes adjust and it’s all trees and bushes darkness. I still can’t see very far ahead of me, there are no lights and it was rather overcast this evening.
After a while I can make out a bridge in front of me. It’s massive and rides above the trail three stories tall, on either side are massive concrete supports and pitch black as the shadows over take what little light there is. I don’t stop as I head through; I don’t want to give anything time to realize I’m there and jump out at me. But as soon as I get under the center of the bridge I know it’s too late. Coming out of the shadow and right into my path is a long dark coiley shape. At first it looked like a large snake until I realized that it was attached to a pair of tall, spidery, legs. There were two coils coming out of where a body would have been on a human and two legs that were bringing the coils into my path faster than I was getting past it. All of a sudden one of the coils reaches out and snaps at my tire like a whip, I’m thrown off balance and fall to the dirt. As I’m trying to get my breath back and pull myself up one of the coils wraps itself around my legs and starts to pull me back into the darkness. My struggling isn’t doing anything and I don’t have anything on me but a cell phone to fight it off with. I try grabbing at the bike, but it’s out of my reach and I’m not sure what I would have done with it anyway. I pull one of my legs free when I hear a sharp twang and feel a disturbance in the air by the leg that’s still stuck, then a thud as something makes contact with the think that’s holding me and it lets go. I jump away and get back to the bike, looking around for whatever just saved me and I hear another twang and another thud as it makes contact with the monster again. This time the creature falls and in the faint light I can see an arrow sticking out where there right coil and leg attach. Then I see someone step out of the shadows on the other side of the bridge and go to retrieve the arrow. As I’m sitting there stunned it occurs to me that I should say thank you. So I get the bike and walk over to where the monster fell, where a boy is kneeling by it pulling out his arrows. He’s hard to see in the dark and I can’t make out any features, I guess I’m just assuming it was a boy because I didn’t notice any breasts, but I say thank you to him. He doesn’t really respond, acts like I’m not really there at all, except for a slight nod that could have been just moving the hair out of his eyes. He walks back into the shadows and I get back on my bike and ride off again.
The rest of the ride on that section of the path was uneventful, I was still shaken up by what had happened under the bridge and I guess even if there had been something I wouldn’t have noticed it. The trail is broken up by main roads though and once I pass over a road there are different rules. I had just crossed one of the main roads (after taking a detour to get a drink) when I come to this bridge over a river. This bridge is small and cute and reminded me of something out of a story book. I was heading over it fairly quickly when all of a sudden there’s this little black blob in the middle of it. I put on the breaks as fast as I can, but I don’t stop in time. I head headlong into this thing that jumped in my way, at first I thought it was an animal, but then I hear a groaning and someone asking me “What the hell do you think you are doing?” I pick myself and the bike up off the ground and walk over to the shape, which has become bigger and shaped more like a little person. It asks again “what the hell do you think you are doing?” I’m really not sure how to respond, so I don’t say anything for a moment, and then the thing gets very close to me and peers into my face. I can tell its male now, whatever it is, reminds me of what I always thought a troll would look like, big pointed ears, grayish skin, short, this one seems to be very skinny though and I always pictured them as being fatter. He looks at me intently for a moment and then asks again “What the hell do you think you are doing?” This time I reply, “I was riding my bike”. “Well I see that” said the troll, “but what are you doing now?” “I’m standing here being peered at by a troll” I tell him. At that he started to laugh, “ah ha! So you recognize me, good job lady. For that I will allow you to guess a riddle to pass, instead of the favors I have been asking.” I grimace, “You are too kind”. So he asks “If you're 8 feet away from the edge of the bridge and with each move you advance half the distance. How many moves will it take to reach the edge?” I think about it, I never have been good with riddles, though I have some understanding of how they work thanks to a girl I knew when I was little. So I think back on what he said, repeating it for a moment, then I realize. “You’ll never reach the edge of the bridge, no matter how close you get you’ll always be halfway away from the edge!” The trolls just looks at me unhappily, “If I had known you’d guess it right I would have just made you pay the regular way” He grumbles. “I’m sorry” I reply, but you did say you’d let me pass”, and so he moves out of the way and with a half bow sends me on my way again.
As I continue on the trail I wonder if anything else is going to happen to me before I get home, it’s still a long way off and the night is still young. I suppose I should say that I’m lucky that nothing else happened on the trail. Lucky because I’m not sure how much more I would have been able to take of the outright strangeness of the woods. When I got into town I had the feeling I was being followed though, I’d keep looking behind me and not seeing anyone there though. Then as I went past a window I got a glimpse out of the corner of my eye, a shadow about three feet behind me, facing the wrong way in the light for it to be my own. There was no confrontation with this, only knowing that it was there and following me was enough to set me on edge. Though I have the feeling that perhaps it was protecting me from something else that was on the streets tonight. At any rate, when I left the downtown streets it stopped following me and when I looked back there was the vague shape standing under the last streetlight.
The rest of the trip was uneventful, aside from the fairies in the pine woods right next to the path, flicking and biting as I went past. I made it back to my streets safe and sound. With a story or two if you have the time.
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| You make me fee like I am free again |
[19 May 2006|02:00pm] |
Driving home from a friends house at 1 in the morning, wouldnt be so bad if I wasnt already exhausted. Im driving down to road that OCS is on and all Im thinking about is how I wish I could teleport and suddenly be home, not wanting to be in the car and drive the extra 3 minutes. Then Love Song by 311 comes on and when I do get home I sit in the car listening till the end of the song.
Its like that.
Dont ask me what though.
It just is.
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