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Name: kat caboin
Country: United States
State: Washington
Metro: Bellingham
Birthday: 3/17/1990
Gender: Female
Interests: music, both mine and others', (NIRVANA, mastodon, iron maiden, and rainbow are tops. if you care more, just look at the "listening to".) words, both mine and others',; art; spirituality; evolution of the individual; peace; love; unity; community; anything with a little soul. and sexual health. i think i'll major in that.
Expertise: survival, procrastination, scribbling, being the indecisive pisces that i am.
Occupation: homo-sapien
Industry: earth
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
9/9/2004
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| i am an antichrist, i am an anarchist.oh, what a name. get pissed. destroy. life can be fatiguing and gluten-free diets are tougher than they look. i can't eat the ice-cream at work anymore, which sucks nasty old testicles. ha. then, jared's trying to hook me up with eric, who's 26 (birthday the same day as mother's. wha?) and a virgin. jared talks really loud so everyone at the dairy queen (hopefully excluding eric) probably thinks i'm TRYING to hook up with eric by now, which, of course, i'm not. yuck. that sucks even more man-balls. ha ha ha. i'm mostly updating because considering i only got five-ish hours of sleep last night and am thus about to die, it was a really good day-- my planets must be aligned or something. first off, i think my anthropology presentation on my body map went well, even though i went way overboard with three drawings and three pages of detailed explaination (hence being up until one in the morning). my last drawing was a nude self-portrait, which i think gave my peers just the right ammount of shock but still got my point across. even better, i met a wonderful seeming girl (i know, i know.) who i immediately began crushing on (ninth grade all over again?) despite the fact that i've been feeling very heterosexual as of late. her name is laura. she mentioned in her presentation that she loves fun to the point that relatives think of her as a kid (plus) works with the mentally handicapped as a volunteer/activities coordinator (sound familliar? vaguely?) is bi-sexual and proud (at this point, the whistle started to really go off. YES! i had mentioned being "not so heterosexual" in my presentation as well.) is currently single (YES!!!) and wants to get with a couple consisting of a man and a woman who are friends first (oh my god, i am such a schoolgirl right now). she also talked about how she would rather be naked and wished there were such opportunites in bellingham. i spoke up briefly about the sushi tribe and the recent naked bike-ride that i missed, being out of town. she was so thrilled about it, she approached me after class and we talked about it. she said she'd love to get involved. i said i'd get her some info and we just chatted for a while. i am aware of the fact that i sound like a complete idiot right now. still, hot girl, similar interests, excited to talk to me, would want to get naked. that's enough to put a smile on my face. hooray. then, i got a 99/100 on the paper i did for my super-tough sociology class!!!! and i wrote it right after coming back to bellingham from vancouver! i rock! keep up the work now, kat. then, brian and i watched the yellow submarine movie. and it was so good, yet bad. i don't know whether it or across the universe made more sense. but it was a better film. and so trippy. zach keeps calling, but i'm either in work or in class so i can't pick up the phone. i wrote him a letter and i'm about to print off some blogs so i can mail him a package o' love. it's been far too long. triangle jones followed me all the way to oak street tonight as i walked to my evening class. i was afraid she would keep going with me, so i called brian james and he took her home. awwww, sweet kitty-pie. john seems to be moving in. we have another couch now. and a nice table with nice chairs. what the fuck? my more scary/depressing/angry mood swings are identical to early system of a down songs. sug-ahhh. i need to go home and sleep. | | |
| no more gluten ever again. hello, life.six-pack zach, i hope you never come back from china.
six-pack zach, i never want to see your ugly nose again.
you can get gunned down in tiananmen square for all i care.
six-pack zach, you ain't never gonna be my friend.
you get a boner for communists and you like to speak chinese;
i think you should stay there forever more.
i won't have to worry about running into you at school
or when i'm at the grocery store
buying feminine hygiene products 'cause i'm on the rag.
you come up behind me with a plastic bag and say
"hey there, kat, i'm here to help you save some money.
you see, i'm the human tampon, honey.
that's just a pick-up line to get in your vagina."
and that's why
six-pack zach, i hope you never come back from china.
six-pack zach, i never want to see your ponytail again.
you can get gunned down in tiananmen square for all i care.
six-pack zach, you ain't never gonna be my friend.
you think you're impressive because you know who satchmo is.
you pretend to read chomsky just for fun.
for breakfast, it's pizza with two gallons of beer
(i swear i'm not making up this one).
then you prance around campus, screaming "i'm an intellectual!"
guess you're "smart" from cigarettes and weed
as you got your six-pack from having sex with virgins--
that's all the intelligence proof i need.
six-pack zach, i hope you never come back from china.
six-pack zach, i never want to see your thick glasses again.
you can get gunned down in tiananmen square for all i care.
six-pack zach, you ain't never gonna be my friend.
but right about now, i'm going to stop this silly song
for i've seen the error of my ways.
i'm wasting my time letting you still plague my mind:
now i don't have to 'cause you're away. hooray!
six-pack zach, i hope you never come back from china.
six-pack zach, i never want to see your pimpled face again.
you can get gunned down in tiananmen square for all i care.
six-pack zach, you ain't never gonna be my friend.
yes, you can get gunned down in tiananmen square for all i care.
six-pack zach, you ain't never gonna be my friend.
(these are the best lyrics i have ever written. maybe i will go record them now.)
homework is so unappealing. i'd rather be making out with all of my roommates because i am a fucking whore. it's been a month. jeff says my male roommates will scare away any creeps. i'm happy in how happy he seems about this, i guess.
oh, zach. we both need letters so bad.
went down to vancouver wa for the fourth of july. saw the fireworks blasting off a barge in portland. then, they caught the bushes on fire not far from us and nobody noticed. we ran across the bridge and back to the burger king parking lot where i left my car for free. nobody would notice if the world came crashing down. they're too busy with pretty lights and heart-beat sounds.
we picked brian's uncle billy's raspberries and they were amazing. brian's mom let us take some home. it was good to see triangle jones again. sam and devin said that she ran away for a day, but then she came back. she seems glad we are home.
the library cannot find the book i need. and if i mate with another carrier of ciliac disease, there is a 50% chance our child will be affected, too. sam pours my expensive caffeiney coffee drinks on his cereal when the milk is gone and then we go to the foodbank, stand in line for an hour.
i think my impromptu speech on friday went well; even though my favorite drink is not what i said it was, it was the first thing that came to mind and it filled up enough time.
brian thinks i have multiple personalities. parts of me think he's right.
(my heart races when the picture changes. internet relationship statuses up my pulse. your second toe is longer than your first. i would write you a letter but i have nothing to say.) | | |
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Fire of Unknown Origin
By Blue Öyster Cult
joan crawford (michael jackson and farah fawcett are dead. so is the oxy clean guy who was caught with a hooker that one time.)
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dear jeff,i'm finally going to respond to your concerned facebook letter. i've only been putting it off because of school, i promise. i keep thinking of the sorts of things i'll say and i'll try not to make it too long and stupid.
not long ago, i had a dream that my parents wanted to host an orgy to the world's greatest porno. they were going to have the kids, themselves, and whoever met them at this mexican restaurant in a ski resort (vail?). you were the only person who showed up and you wanted $50 for it. i sat next to you on the couch and you had your hand on my knee while we watched a group of dwarves 500 years in the future doing arobics and advertising blenders. and then you kissed me and my parents realized they had put in the wrong tape.
school is going fine, i guess. i'm very grateful for my communications 101 textbook's being on cds that i could listen to during my 11.5 hour decorating marathon on saturday. i'm very much looking forward to the coming weekend, though. brian and i are (hopefully probably) going to see his parents. i will have known them for a year. insanity, correct?
all's exciting on the home front. devin's moving into our "closet" under the stairs. hooray, cheaper rent. hooray insanity. he's been over a bit and bought us some mike's hard to celebrate. (also sold brian his epic b. for $15. dank.) and we watched an awesome movie called "time bandits" , about these dwarves who are the assistants of god traveling through time with this kid (i swear, i watched this after my dream), on our new tv! yeah, we got a free tv from john and his dad. devin scored a free dvd player, and we picked up a free tv stand (the tv has to sit on top as it doesn't fit) and some chairs and whatnot. next stop is a coffee table. love craigslist.
brian and i went for an awesome stroll yesterday along the traintracks. i ran into a train and cut my shoulder, but all is well. he showed me the treehouse in which our friend gary lived last fall. it's multiple stories and built into a hill overlooking the tracks and the bay-- awesome. we also went to a little cove that's only illegally accesible. brian calls it "bicycle cove" because of the rusted bikes there and goes swimming in the cold water. then, we found our way home through some rich-ass neighborhoods between the school and fairhaven. it was a nice walk. always good to see a new part of the town. (and the islands and sparkling bay were gorgeous from the top.)
dr. reitz, who performed my endoscopy, called me the other day to tell me my biopsy results say i have ciliac (sp) disease, which is pretty much genetic gluten intolerance-- very common among people of celtic ancestry. i don't notice anything, but my villi disintegrate in gluten, leaving me unable to absorb the nutrients from what i eat. oh, joy. my aunt susie can't eat gluten, and neither can john, so hopefully this won't be as horrible as it could be. my appointment to talk about that is on monday. at 4:20. heh.
today, after class passed in a sleepy haze, sam, brian, and i went to the foodbank and got some delicious awesomeness. jeffy's truck was parked next to smurph, even though we didn't see him at the food bank, so i wrote a note about how he should give us back the hamburgler and put it on his windshield. i signed it "scientologists". we better get the hamburgler back soon. then, we watched the turkish rip-off of star wars (complete with stolen effects and indiana jones theme music) called "the man who saves the world". it was horribly done and the plot was virtually impossible to identify. hilarious. i loved it because i'm a dork like that. but i still wish sam did his dishes. he goes through a fucking ton of them.
six-pack is supposedly in china (being ugly as always). good. i hope he stays there.
i want chinese food. the moon is near.
"Never join a cult despite the really tasty punch they are offering these days." | | |
| school's in for the summer!pho kthat.
10.5 hours of class yesterday. school starts at 8 am and is over at 9:30 pm. luckily, tuesdays will be the worst of the days, as i have every single class then, but today i only have a merciful 3.5 hours before i can go home to shower and read textbooks and love love love my cute little kitty cat. (as i don't work today.)
i have an average of 5.2 hours of class every day, and i am also going to do my best to maintain my twenty hours or more a week at work so i can keep having my food stamps if the opportunity council comes a-knockin'. somehow, this will all work out. at least, now, i think it will, but then again, i still have another class syllabus to receive.
the challenging course seems it will be the only one that's not a 300+ level-- communications 101. i'm not afraid or bad at public speaking, but there's a lot to do. we had to give a speech last night, and i could tell i was choking on big, fat, hairy balls. (graphic enough for you?) at least the text is on tape, so i can do homework and decorate at the same time. yay.
jill says cakes have been selling like crazy. i hope i survive the weekend. everyone at work (except for the new folks i don't know, of course) are practically freaking out with joy about my impending return. i feel loved.
i feel loved at home, too. yesterday, i made mashed potatoes while wearing just my underwear because that's what i felt like doing. my roommates rock and i love being the lady of the house. (triangle jones is queen.)
this entry is longer and more about school than i originally intended.
love 8am classes. ha ha ha. | | |
| went down south across the borderleft the chaos and disorder.
so i'm back from mexico, having neither been kidnapped by a drug cartel nor having contracted the swine flu. it was amazing. i'm about to post pictures to my myspace and facebook of us having a darn good time in case you care to take a gander. but puerto vallarta was beautiful and between boogie boarding on amazing waves, snorkling, swimming in waterfalls, zipping across waterfalls and through rainforests, and swimming with dolphins, i managed to enjoy myself (fancy that). it was great. and i wrote all about it in a red notebook. since i am most likely the only one reading this, i'm not going to bother to write much more.
going back was a bit tougher-- we were stranded for the night in phoenix. but we're back now, and all is well.
dad's flower gardens here in littleton are beautiful and mom has taken time to assure me that she and dad really want me to be happy in school-- they don't expect a career to come with my degree. big surprise there. i'm overwhelmed with gratitude, really. i was able to open up to mom about some of my worse feelings while we were on the trip, and i think it was all for the best. i didn't mention the six-pack situation, but said there was something that made me feel the way it had and i hope to get counseling for it. okay, i'm done writing that part now.
tomorrow is spud's birthday and father's day. in fact, spuddy was born on father's day. and now he will be seventeen! i can hardly believe it. i still need to buy him something and make cards for both he and dad. good times.
i miss brian. i hope i can call him tonight.
i've been having a bunch of strange dreams lately, most of which involve the music of judas priest (ha). last night i dreamed that brian's dad was still alive and he, brian, and michael (who had a bunch of musical notes tattooed all over him) were listening to priest and going to visit my parents. crazy stuff.
last thing: today, while going through phoenix security, the tsa guessed i was thirteen or fourteen. great. thanks a lot, guy. remind me to never make out with twenty-somes in public for at least ten more years.
i will be home around five thirty tomorrow. hooray.
~the lizard queen | | |
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