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Name: Kat
Country: United States
State: California
Metro: Palo Alto
Birthday: 7/24/1986
Gender: Female
Interests: Speech & debate, shopping, crunching random numbers, talking, spinning, musicals, being a stupid little girl.
Expertise: Organic chemistry and Russian literature. Art censorship and its feminist implications in Nazi Germany, too, if you want to go there.
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  subliminabubble
Member Since:
4/8/2003
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| I didn't think I was ever supposed to be this happy. Like, it
just didn't occur to me. Now I know how people get up the
gumption to do truly great things. They're happy. They
don't begrudge other people their happiness.
If I could give everyone in the world just ten minutes of the perfect happy I am, I think things might be better.
Everything was a mirror before; I looked around, always trying to catch
my own eye. I did a lot of the right things, but all for the
wrong reason. Now I'm flying and flowing on sheer faith.
And it feels amazing.
I have everything I want. There is nothing I could even think to
desire. I mean, maybe better posture or something, but...
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| Thought I'd make a post slightly less generic to, um, fester on the
mainpage of this xanga for a while. Plus, I wanted to push my
bottom post out of mind. But seriously, cool kids are still
reading the blog, yo.
Life is so friggin' fraggin' great right now. Stanford is the
best thing that ever happened to me. I mean, I'm the best thing
that ever happened to me, but I found myself here. Sometimes you
need to be a little lost to do that.
Now life revolves around attempting to read Russian and watching crazy
movies and kind of unintentionally shunning alcohol and, um,
y'know. Stuff like that? God, I'm so freaking happy.
It's a little hard to take almost.
I've never felt really pure and good before. If you don't feel this way, then I want you to.
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| "Here we are again
and we're looking at each other as if each other were to blame.
You think you're so smart, but I've seen you naked
and I'll probably see you naked again."
Fact. | | |
| "I'm dying to know
do you do you like dreaming of things
so impossible or only the practical
or ever the wild or waiting through all your bad bad days
just to end them with
someone you care about
and do you like making out
and long drives and brown eyes
and guys that just
don't quite fit in"
Yeah, yeah I do. 
Haha, I'm a dork. | | |
| Damn, that last entry was ridiculously long. This morning I was turning into a space in the Smith's parking lot (I'm telling you, I practically live there) at a moderate 20mph, then the PT Cruiser behind me blazed by at 75 the second my indicator had cancelled. I wanted to tell him, look, you drive a mothafuckin retarded car. The PT stands for personal transport. And your wife's fucking your brother. LoL, but I resisted the temptation.
Not five minutes later, Elton John's "Your Song" was stuck in my head. Jury's still out on whether that was cause and effect. | | |
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