Monday, January 05, 2004

 
I've got a new blog, at http://www27.brinkster.com/catherineh/blog/mainblog.html. there will soon be a link on my splash page.
Catherine 4:00 AM

Saturday, January 03, 2004

 
I've been reading the "Confessions of Georgia Nicolson" series by Louise Rennison. They're the journals of a very self obsessed, silly fourteen year old british girl. They are hilarious and very popular over here. I wonder how close Georgia is to real British teenagers. I know she can't be anything like them because she is almost to silly to be believable. It doesn't matter, but I need someone else my own age to talk to. I'm starting to talk to myself again. And she's not very interesting, is she. No, of course not, so go talk to your shoe. Go get some wit, you cathy-wannabee. What?! I'm the real cathy, you loser.

Excuse me, my personalities need discipline. But you can see what happens to me after two weeks of total isolation.
Catherine 11:46 AM

Sunday, December 21, 2003

 
My dad played Santa Claus for a bunch of kindergardners. It was really cute. More research ensues. One kid asked how rudolph got his red nose.
Catherine 12:44 PM

Saturday, December 20, 2003

 
It's getting very close. In two days my braces come off, in five it's christmas, and in nine days we move to England.

We went to brunch with our Romainan Neighbors, the Turcecu-Stans, and my dad got a part playing Santa Claus for a party of kindergardners. I'm hoping they let me come along to help. I love kids and their suspention of disbelief on Santa Claus. But I know the real thing. There's not one Santa, but a team of many. There's just no way that one man can distribute gifts to billions of kids in less then 24 hours, even if he has a sled that can travel at the speed of light and magic on his side. The answer must be a team of Santas to do the job. They all hang out around the north pole and each have a team of reighndeer. They are criminals, who, through the magic of Christmas, have dedicated their lives to doing good to make up for their crimes. Their sleighs and reighndeer fly using a magic dust that comes from crushed children's teeth. At least that's what I think.

In the meantime, I shall wait for that night and do some research from an authority on the subject, mr L Frank Baum.
Catherine 3:02 PM

Saturday, December 13, 2003

 
I'm definatly develloping an obsession with checking my email. It's the third time I've opened it in the past hour.
Catherine 7:51 AM

Thursday, December 11, 2003

 
You know, I think I've been comparing myself to other people too much. I've also been staring at the mirror and sorting people in categories at school. We've got the Sophes, they're the people who are always part of the band, in the plays, doing the art shows, and part of the music shows. They run the cultural quarters of the school. Then there are the Potheads, who are smoking something, and they think they're so poetic, but really it's just the cannibus eating away at their brain. There's also the dirties, who hang around the potheads to try to get their supposed coolness secondhand, but all they're really getting is second hand smoke. There's also the freaks who do really well in school and win all of the math and science contests, they're also the people who think it's cool to join air cadets and support the military, who think that Monty Python and Royal Canadian Air Farce are high culture, (you know who I'm referring to now) who really want to be a part of the Sophes, but never will, because they're really just empty shells with no imagination or creativity. And then there's the lowest and biggest rank of them all: the preps. They have no individuality, and where stupid clothes and act stupid. That's basically all I can describe them as. They talk as loud as they can, about the stupidest things.
So where do I fit in? Well I am, and will always be, part eccentric, spectrum defender violet knight, Lida Rose, and Renaissance Girl.

My point? That everyone's got a story they're going to tell in their blog, 'cept mine's the best.
Catherine 4:04 PM

Thursday, December 04, 2003

 
School's Been Cancelled!!!!!!! No band!!!!!!!!!
Catherine 3:11 AM

 
Mr Bannerman is the reincartnation of a slave driver. That is the only possible answer for all this Musical torture.

Catherine 2:37 AM