Things I forget to blog about part one, drama

This whole even takes place during the wonderful challanging class called Video Tech. Manuel Garcia, Christina and I had finally exhausted all the fun sites on the web. So we slapped together a proposal and went to the drama room for insparation and to film random crap. Publically, we were doing a 'how to' on Ross's wear all your clothes to school day, but we had jack. So after telling our story to the teatre ppl(and filming about 15 min of random stuff), they decided we should do a how to on juggling people. Little Varner was vollenteered. They kept dropping him on his head. Phillip decided to get a mat after awhile. We'll put this fun video together and have it for sale in about 2 weeks.

Quizilla

We have no food. We haven't gone shopping in two weeks. All that's in the fridge are some of ketchup bottles (since when have we ever used ketchup??), salad dressing, milk and various milk-related toppings for food. We have no bread, no fruit, no veggies, and rations are running low. *opens last egg carton**empty* NOO! NOT THE EGGS!

Send care packages ASAP. But until then, everyone, entertain yourself by finding out what kind of person I am through Quizilla.


They re-did the Napoleon Dynomite quiz!

Napoleon Dyanamite

Which Napoleon Dynamite character are you?
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Wow, this doesn't describe me at all....But, it was created bysomeone named myLOVErisOrlandoBloom....

~*~Beautiful Soul~*~
You're the type of person who is loving, giving,
sweet, generous, genuine, and optimistic. You
see the beauty around you and you admire it for
its faults, as well as perfections. Most likely
a dreamer, you are highly respected and liked.
People like to be around you because you make
them happy. You have a wonderful personality
and you're beautiful inside and out!

You're Beautiful...but why? ( PICS)
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LOL, Maybe this one is me:

you are the cute but psycho happy bunny. You
adorable, but a little out there. It's alright,
you might not have it all, but there are worse

which happy bunny are you?
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Hmm... I don't know about this one, sure I am

Congratulations! You are Gabrielle Solis, the
ex-model with everything she's every wanted a
rich husband, a big house and John, the
17-year-old gardener.


Which Desperate Housewife are you?
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And Finally:

Cocktail


?? Which Alcoholic Drink Are You ??
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*note: for all those people passing through, None of these really describe me....

It's like Waiting for God

Hello, I know it's been a while since I've blogged. Like most of my friends, I get to a point where there's nothing really to talk about. Yep, that's right, Katherine has no life. Big surprise. Just the normal college paranoia and boredum. It's like this show I once saw, 'Waiting for God'. This life is over, and i'm just waiting for my turn to jump off the cliff into the next step. I'm trying to clean up everything and geting ready, but there's not much left to do. When ever something does get done, you constantly ask yourself if it was the right thing. This is feeling too dark and serious.

Well, as most of you reading this know, Ashley and Rachel have taken-off for the weekend to stay at Rachel's sister's appartment. This has left me with a boring morning. Grandma isn't doing to well, so Mom and Dad left Mer and me at home while they checked out nursing homes (she's currently in assisted living) and we were broke. Finally, boredum peaked around 10, and I turned pyro. Hey, I needed something to do. Long ago I had descovered many interesting fire-related things, like that papertowls burn relativly fast, along with toilet paper, and socks. So today, I decided to see what happends when you light a tennis ball on fire. And you know what? absolutly jack happends. I was at least looking forward to some fireball or something. But no. I even had to cover it in hairspray to get it to remotly burn. In the end, Marie got a hold of it and chewed off most of the burnt part.

Hmm, last couple days... Oh, I was supposed to go to the CX District Debate finals, where we would own the thing because our two top compeditors, Galveston and half of Clear Lake, have bee disqualified. Yeah, our district is really sleezy. Galveston is renoun for cheating like there's no tomorrow, and the dumbest thing finally got them caught: they participated in a tournament on a Sunday. Bizzaro, but those are the UIL rules. Well anyway, at 7:50 am on the day we're going to leave, Aaron, my debate partner, cancels on me. This was both a bad thing and a good thing. Bad: I was missing the tournament and Mrs. Ward was mad (not fun) Good: I hate CX, and always completely stress out. What surprised me the most was that I actually went to class after all this. The fieldtrip sheet was already turned in and Mrs. Ward is an ex-belle, and would most likely vouch for me being there. But hey, I didn't think of that at the time, I was too dooped up from staying up late to prepare for the debate.

Next weekend, instead of going to belle dance, I decided to sign up for the Angleton Debate. If you want to feel like this remotely connects to you, The president of the Angleton Debate team took that photo of Spence with the hose on his head i have in my wallet. There, now you two are practically friends. I expect you to come out and at least say hi on Saturday. Somehow, I got incharge of signing everyone up for the debate, since Mrs. Ward has something at our church she had to do (a likely excuse) and so we had to sign up during the drama class. Where I wasn't crazy enough to sign anyone up for CX or LD debate (if you don't know what these are, you prolly don't care) which is as boring as all getout and are the only events on a friday. It's from 5:30 to 11 at night. But aparently, someone was and went in after school to sign up. Now Mr. White has to go to angleton and do nothing for at least 5 hours for one cx team. Bryson, you phyco, I shake my head at you.

Another Blog

Oh My God. Tennis is so starting to suck. Right now we’re in the middle of challenges, and all the girls are freaking out. I just don’t get it. EVERY freaking girl I’ve played starts crying when I play them and they start to loose. I’m not even that good. What’s the deal? For example, Laura C. was challenging Natalie B, and she hit the tennis ball wrong and her racket flew out of her hand. Natalie started to laugh, and Laura started bawling and ran to the girl’s restroom. We’re pretty sure she’s quitting the team. She’s going to be the 4th girl to quit if she does. 4 girls! If we keep this up, pretty soon I am going to be in the second slot, just because there’s no one left. Personally, I don’t care, it’s my last semester, and the tournaments take up way too much time. They’re making way too big of a deal out of this.Before I forget, we found the sex offenders of our area site again, it’s http://www.openrecords.com/. Some of you boys should check it out; we wouldn’t want anything to happen to you. Thank you Manuel for making me look at the sex offender’s photos.

Blogging

I don't even know why I showed up today. Here I am in 3rd period and NOTHING has happened today. First period was a 'talk day' were Mrs. H attempted to educate the more idiotic kids in my class. They don't even care that she was trying to teach them something. They zoned out or started talking to eachother, so sure this was all belony and beyond them. Like a chesher cat, a placid smile slowly grew on her face, and her expression fell back under a mask of fakedom. She was pissed. She didn't let it show, but you could tell. So we did absolutly jack. Econ, nothing, went and talked to Ju'Lay, as she attempted to improve my blog. Mr. Davies wasn't in the room half the time. And now, here I am in Video tech, doing nothing, because my class is too dumb to complete the asignment. Maybe if she was actually hard on kids they'd do their work. I'm searching for a good temlpate. If anyone knows any sites, do tell. Ashley, Rachel and Julie are so making you do the diet documentary. I think they might even pay me. Well, that's all for now, someone come and save me from these insolents. (Come on prince charming, where are you?)

Ashley’s Journey

I have decided to do a documentary on Ashley’s diet. I’m thinking Law and Order for the opening, when they play that sound and the date shows up along the bottom, to let you know this is a serious thing. I’ll pan across a foggy day at the high school, out by those trees next to the parking lot (wide shot), and have Manuel from video tech walk away in the distance, perpendicular to the camera. We will use this every day, just a different date scrolling across the screen(monty python). Then, jump to Ashley. Basically, we’ll follow Ashley around during lunch with a video camera, and interview everyone that shows up on the film. We’ll randomly splice in people real world style, each of them answering questions and talking like ‘I thought it was going really well. It looked like she’d lost weight.' Ashley will walk around and explain things to everyone, like where the lunch lines are and stuff.
We’ll end at the end of the semester, and see if she’s lost weight. Then we’ll plan something dramatic to happen, like Ju’Lay reveal that she’s a girl. Or maybe we'll do a scene (close up, then switch to worms eye view, rotate a total of 45 degrees) were Ashley sums up her experience and tells us what she learned. Manuel can’t wait to start. This is so our final project.

Choices, Tell-O-marketers, and Mr. K

Wow, excuse me for being a cynic, but has anyone looked at our econ book? It's like the lecture Donnie Darko had to sit through in health.
It's Saturday, you can go and paint your neighbor’s house, and get 75 bucks, or go hang out with friends, or you can blow 50 on some basketball game.
1. list your choices:
a. Go to the basketball tournament
b. Paint apartment
c. Tough one... I listed all my options, and then went with the best one. a. go rob a bank, get all the money you want for college. b. Mess with tell-o-marketers with my sister, fun to do on a Saturday morning, c. invest my money in CDs and stock, d. eat babies with Julie. Nutritious
Well, we can cross off C, but the rest looked pretty good to me. I'll let you figure it out and tell me what to put. 2.what are you going to choose? I go with Ashley on this one, paint the house, because I have no friends.
My sister, for the past 2 weeks, has been entertaining MCI, who has been calling like a long lost brother about 4 times a day. She has spoken fluent Spanish, congratulated them on solving their hair growth problem, pretended to be from their High school, made them last the long search to find the customer service department of our house, while playing dad's elevator music for a half hour in between each transfer, and finished their sentences for them with random sayings, told them all her personal problems, and spoke Japanese,
And yet, after all of this, they just called again. These people are truly die-hard. I'm starting to admire them. Meridith is enjoying the challenge. Each call gets more cunning and creative. She's really shaping up to being a great person. Aunt Nancy is proud. She is happy, she just added a quarter with a hole in it to her strange coin collection.
Today, for once, I was productive in school. This is a great achievement for me. By lunch I had done my homework on time, organized the CX bucket, and assembled a box. But the real challenge was yet to come. Mr. K, of AP physics (pronounced fI-si^cks) has a devilish fiend he unleashes every class period. The black hole of boredom. Not even the great top ten can escape its awesome power. Sucking you in it's mighty vortex, within ten minutes of each lecture, you are guaranteed to be reduced to a dead blob, who can only doodle on a page, or zero off into space, lost in a pocket of time, praying for something to come end it all. The only break in its monotone rapid are Callan's random ' ha ha, what? I don't get it?" as he throws his pencil and runs his fingers through that polished mop of hair. Oh Callan, you try so hard to fight it, just let it suck you in, then you won't care about anything, not even yourself. Callan's favorite story is where he went to his brother's (or sister's) college, and sat in on a freshman Engineering class mid-semester. He understood more what was going on in there than when was he came back that afternoon and attended Physics. David McCoy is just content to stand on a turning disk in the front of the room, holding a wheel and attempting to travel around in a complete circle while spinning it. Every time he does it, it reminds me of a hamster, trapped in a wheel. Perfect story of his life. God I miss creative writing, do you think it's too late to transfer out of debate?