Don't you just hate a sequel?

And Rae lived happily ever after.

The End

Mnemolth, get your butt online. I need your help. I need to know if it's possible to have cursive writing using CSS. So...yeah.

The 'snake' turned out to be a rather large blue tongue lizard. I thought it hilarious. I spent the entire time giggling over it. It didn't help the Jessica and the rest of her family turned up and so I was able to relate the tale to them.

There's not going to be anything brilliantly inspiring or deep in here today. Way things have been going in this blog, it won't for a while.

Mum comes home today to a lovely surprise; it seems a snake has taken up residence in her wardrobe. Any one want to take bets on what type of snake it is? The guy is coming now, I believe. I'll let you know then..

Look, look, see? New quote. I found it at this place called Fan Realm -- very cool place. I was invited to join, which was even cooler. It seems that I'm slowly starting to become...known...in the fanfiction world. I mean, no where near Cassie Claire, but in my own little corner, sure. Which is pretty exciting. Some people struggles for ages and still never get any acknowledgement of their work.

Anyway, it's late, I'm tired, and I'm babbling. Nighty-night.

I was cleaning up last night; going through some papers and files in my folders and on my table, and I decided that I'd make a folder of all my old writing things. I've since done that, and I'm actually very impressed with how much I've writing through the years. A lot of it is crap, pure and simple, but every now and then I'd have a flash of potential. My worst stuff was written on paper, but I already knew that. I dislike paper because I can never go back and change the wording -- I edit as I write.

But there are a few things I don't even remember writing. A couple of scenes with no story surrounding them, just stuff I wanted to write. And then there's my stories from exams -- which are never higher than a B4, and only then once. I'm not good if I don't have time to work on a plot. I even found some poetry I'd written, and I was sure I'd never written poetry. I found a story Claire Irvine and I had written, called, "Mother Goose Land," which was a fairy tale. And my first ever story -- which wasn't The Organisation, like I'd thought it was -- but one called Dear Diary. It was crap, yessiree, and I don't even know how I started to write it. I think I saw a movie on TV and said, "I can write a better story than that," and proceeded to do it. Although, it appears I couldn't. The story was only a few pages long, but I can't believe I just said, "I'm going to write a story," and then never stopped writing them. I suppose I'm impressed.

It's funny how, in 18 pages of story, only two paragraphs are actually worth keeping. But those two paragraphs are what are spurring me on, because I figure, if I can write like that in my near to first story, then I have some hope somewhere.

And now I feel like an ass, because I never dated my works, and I can't remember which came first and which came before which.

Heh. Figured I might as well.

What is your name? Kathryn.
Spell your name backwards. Nyrhtak
Date of birth: 20th of June
Male or female? Female
Astrological sign: Gemini. [Yeah. I'm to faced, watch out.]
Nicknames: Kat, Kate, Katy, Katie, Kathy, KM.
Occupation? Student.
Height: 167 centimetres in flat feet.
Hair color: [Yeah, this is the real reason I did this quiz.] RED! Ha! I'm not blonde anymore!
Eye color: Blue
Where were you born? Sydney
Where do you reside now? Queensland.
Age: 15
Screen names: Lady Asphy
E-mail addy: strawberryhope@hotmail.com
What does your screen name stand for? Lady Asphyxia
What is your gangsta name? Um... Lady A?
What does your diary name stand for? Arnica? It's a poisonous herb that's used to treat bruises.
Pets: 1 dog. Flash.
Number of candles you blew out on your last birthday cake? I haven't had a birthday cake with candles since I was about...8. So...9? [8 candles and one to grow with.]
Piercings? Ears.
Tattoos? None
Righty or lefty? Lefty! Power to the lefties!
Wearing right now: My nightie.
Hearing: Lithium by Nirvana
Feeling: Liam. *cough* I mean, content.
Eating/drinking: Nothing.

~Guys/Love/Kissing/And Other Stuff~
Have you ever been in love? In love, no.
How many people have you told "I love you"? Or something to that effect? Probably more than 20, at least. I love many people.
How many people have you been in love with? None.
How many people have you kissed? Properly or peck? Properly, one. Peck, lots.
Have you ever kissed someone of the same sex? No.
How many people have you dated? One.
What do you look for in a guy/girl? Gah. I listed them all off to Ben and now I'm supposed to remember? Ask him.
What's the first thing you notice about the opposite/same sex? Height.
What type of guy/girl do you usually go for? I don't know. Tall...darker hair, erm...I don't know.
Do you have a bf/gf? No! I am proud to say I don't! I decided that I don't really want to date in High School. Lol. Unless I get swept off my feet by a tall dark stranger. *snorts*
If so where did you meet them? Yeah. Right.
What do you like most about your bf/gf? *sighs*
Do you have a crush right now? This is what I get for doing quizzes. No. I do not.
If so who is it? Yeah. I'm going to announce to the world at large about this person who does not exist. Oh, all right. I love you Big Bird!
Do you believe in love at first sight? Sure. I read romance novels, don't I?
Do you remember your first love? Oh, gosh, yes. We were in grade one...
Who is the first person you kissed? Mark. duh.
Do you believe in fate? No.
Do you believe in soul mates? Yes.
If so do you believe you'll ever find yours? Nope.

~Family Stuff~
How many siblings do you have? 3
What are your parents names? Sherry, and Jeff.
What are your siblings names? Tracey, Andrea, and Michael.
How many siblings does your mother have? When they were all still alive...6, I think.
How many siblings does your father have? When they were all still alive...4. But one died at birth and Dad died in '94.
Where are your parents from? New Zealand and Australia.
Is your family close? Relatively so.
Does your family get together for holidays? Sometimes.
Do you have a drunk uncle? Nope.
Any medical problems run through your family? Yeah. Lol. Death. *grins* Sadly enough, everyone in my family is going to succumb to it one day.
Does someone in your family wear a toupee? Gosh, I hope not.
Do you have any nieces or nephews? 2.
Are your parents divorced? No. One's dead.
Do you have step parents? Nope.
Has your family ever disowned another member of your family? Nope.
Did some of your family come to America from another country? Nope.

~Music Stuff~
What song do you swear was written about you or your life? None. I'm quite happy to write my own songs, thank you very much.
What's the most embarrasing cd you own? Oh, oh! As if I'd tell you!
What's the best CD you own? Marilyn Manson -- Golden Age of Grotesque.
What song do you absolutely hate? I'm rather sick of Not Me, Not I.
Do you sing in the shower? Yes. All the time.
What song reminds you of that special someone? Which special someone?

I'm tired, and I'm frustrated, and I want to write, but I hate everything I write. It doesn't help that when I feel like writing, I can't, because my brother's there and he won't let me use the computer. I can't write on paper; I hate my handwriting, and the font I use has an adverse effect on my writing. I haven't written anything for days, but I want to. I told my brother than I wanted to do some writing, and he looked at me like, "What's that got to do with anything?" Annoyance is creeping up my spine, and believe me, unless I do something, someone is going to get the full brunt of it.

Heh. I've yet to call Liam. I told him I'd call before, but we both kow it's goign to take forever, 'cause we always talk for hours, so I wanted to get the stuff I have to do out of the way. Which I still haven't. This is, however, my third blog post. I said to myself, I said, "Katy, you're going to post in all your blogs today." Now I only have two to go -- Niffler and Bitter Sweet. And I can't post in Bitter Sweet, 'cause it's an updates site for my website, so that's down the drain. As for Niffler, well, I'll do that after this one.

Niffler's a reccomendations site for Harry Potter fanfiction, so I'll have to find some good fanfiction -- which is quite hard in the fandom. There's so much crap out there. Maybe I'll just plug myself and reccomend my works. It'd be a lot easier than finding someone else's.

So, there's a new blog post in myOtaku, as well, although I don't think it's a very good post -- my brain was sort of wandering, and my point dawdled away from me. And then there's a new one in my journal for writing stuff -- it's full of random scribbles that I come up with from time to time. Nothing really interesting, sorry.

I'm going shopping with Erica tomorrow. We're going to buy me some hair dye, I think. Something in red, hopefully. Just a rinse, but I'll take pictures and post them either on OB, myO, or here. I've yet to decide that.

I'm currently reading The Velvet Promise. It's a romance novel. I should be reading Dave's book, but it's so long and I'm not feeling motivated. I'll get to that book soon. *nods* I will.

You know something? I think I'm doomed never to go to a social event I have prior knowledge of. There's a huge social on tonight down at the Powerhouse -- 18 years and under only. Now, my friend and I planned to go on Friday, and we thought it was on Saturday. Saturday night we resigned ourselves to not going, because we couldn't find out when it started. She calls me up about ten minutes ago and tells me that it's actually on tonight. So now I only have two hours to get ready and do what I need to do. I do not have enough time. Well, actually, I suppose I do, but that's beside the point.

So, I guess I'm going to a social. A huge one, at that.

However, it starts at 9, and it finishes at 1am. Mum said I can't stay till 1am -- for obvious reasons, partly because she has to start work at 6 in the morning (which means getting up at about 5). Erica's leaving at 10:30, so I might leave 10:30/11 ish. I'm not sure. It'd depend, partly on...you know...who's there. I mean if it's great, I'll want to stay, right? And if it isn't, well, I'll want to leave.

It's at 9.00 at the Powerhouse, admission is $5, and you need your ID.

*nods* This will be fun.

The only question left is: What am I going to wear??

I've been feeling lately. It was really quite interesting. I'm a head orientated person; I like patterns, and when something doesn't make sense I either discard it, repress it, or convince myself it isn't there. But lately I've sort of realised that it's very unhealthy for me, that if I keep doing that, I'll end up a total wreck.

So, instead of thinking, I've been feeling. And along with that came my observations of people. I've noticed that many people have a limp, or favour one side when they walk. The younger generations sort of wander aimlessly, the older walk with purpose. Everyone sticks together, although, that could just be in the shopping centre. If they wear thongs or slides, they tend to scuff their feet.

Humankind is actually very interesting. I think I should feel and watch more.

Anyway, today was a good day. I had a lot of fun. I went shopping with my mother, who -- as you might know -- is one of the coolest mothers on earth. No really, she is. She didn't even have to buy me something for me to say that, so you have to know how cool she is. My brother was there too, but he was okay. Not brilliant, but okay.

Anyway, we went to the library and I got out some romance novels for Dave and Liam. [I'll tell you guys about that later.] Then afterwards we went to the bank, and I was jsut standing there, waiting -- having finished all my banking -- and these two guys walk in. And, oh my, was one of them hot. I mean...wow. I know everyone is going to laugh at how much of a girl I'm being, but you cannot understand how good looking this guy was. Mmm...let me try to describe him [and no laughing, now, you hear?]:

He had black hair -- dyed, I'm pretty sure -- and he was most definately goth. Black pants and the sweetest jacket I have ever seen. Its an old army jacket -- german, maybe, I'm not sure -- and it was black. It went down to about his knees, I think. And he was just...yeah, well, anyway.

Mum was standing next to me and I look him over as I walk in, then turn back to him, and Mum waits until they're out of earshot, then grins and says, "Well, he was checkin you out." And I look back at him and shrug. Mum's like, "Are you blushing?" "No." I reply. Anyway, we were about to leave and I look back at him again. Then he started walking out of the bank behind us, so I turn around again and smile at him, then follow my Mum. When we got to the elevators, I turned around to look for him, but he'd left already.

*grins* So, yeah. That was my -- flirtations? *snicker* amorous adventure? -- for the day. It was fun.

But, god, I love that jacket.

Anyway, back to Liam and Dave's romance novels. I made a bet, a challenge, whatever you want to call it, with them. I was going to ask Flynn, and Luci too, but I never got around to it. I told them that I'd read any book they wanted if they'd read a romance novel. And they accepted. I mean, I'm getting the raw deal here. At the moment, I'm supposed to read around 1,000 pages for this bet, so yeah. I went to the library today and chose some books just for them. Heh. ^_^ It'll be fun. They got Mills and Boon style ones, although there are some longer ones that they can read if they want.

I bought quite a few books today, too. Two from Angus & Robinson for $5 each. One was called City of God, which I haven't read but will get around to it, and the other was called Have Some Sand, and it was all these quotes and postcards on romance, which I thought was amusing. Then I went to A Novel Expirience, which is a second hand bookstore.

In A Novel Expirience, I bought a Jude Deveraux book called The Taming, Lord of the Flies, a Judith McNaught book called Once & Always, and a 4 Mills & Boon by Susan Napier. [Can you tell I read a lot of romance books?]

Anyway, something very good happened while I was at A Novel Expirience. Mum said to the owner, "Do you have any part time positions here?"

And the owner says, "Well, I have one lady who comes in on Tuesdays, but I've been thinking I might need to hire some help for the Christmas period, because she could be busier." Then she asks me, "Do you have any expirience with books?" Which, of course, I do. I mean, I did work expirience at the Library. And then she says, "What about numbers? Are you good with numbers? Sometimes it gets busy and you need to know how to do things in your head," and I'm like, "Yeah. I learnt how volunteering at the Netball Canteen." And so the owner takes down my name and number and says, "Well, if I decide to get some help during the holidays, I'll give you a call."

So, I may have a job.

Yes, today was a very good day.

[And Liam, I was going to post in SYF, but I couldn't, because it's storming here. Sorry, darlin'. I will ASAP! Promise!]

I hate him, I hate him, I hate him. I just. God, he's such a fucking bastard. I need to get out of the house this weekend. I don't care what I do, I just...I need to get out. I can't stand my brother much longer. Bastard. Just shut the hell up and leave me alone. Now. Shut up. Shut up. SHUT UP.

An extract from my novel-to-be:

"It's like...everyone is floating on a cloud -- and never knowing when the cloud will give way. We're all just sitting there, happily. We're fine. We're up in the clouds. Life goes well. But then it gives way, and you're falling...just falling. It happens to everyone. But the question is -- how far will you fall? And will you have a parachute to save you -- or will you finally fall to far to breathe? It's the chance that's the enticing part. That's why we are all enticed by fallen angels. They're like us -- only they got to heaven."

Theresa leaned back and looked at me. There was fear in her eyes. "I'll stop you from falling."

"You can't. You'll just get sucked in and pulled down."

"I'll break it, then."

I smiled sadly. "I'm already too far gone." There was a silence as Theresa registered that statement. "You can't save me from this place."

So, I had a couple of people say that I'm taking the whole break up thing pretty well. I wasn't, a while ago. I was slightly more mess like than I prefer to have people think. But I've become sort of philosophical, now. I mean, Mark was, first and foremost, my friend. And we'd [I'd say 'I'd, but he broke up with me, so...yeah...sounds wrong.] like it to stay that way, you know? And lately, well, we haven't been friends. I'm not sure about his side of things, but either I was angry with him or I was upset, and I sat there thinking, 'This can't go on. I can't handle much more.' I'd rather stay his friend than go out with him, you know?

Maybe it sounds odd, or something. But it makes sense to me.

New e-mail address; strawberryhope@hotmail.com

A General Announcement

Just letting you guys know; Mark and I broke up. Just to resolve any questions you might have had. *shrug* Yeah. It happens

Plato said, "A life unexamined is not worth living." And I agree. He and Socrates had the right idea, in my opinion. They both looked at the idea of self-actualisation. Of knowing yourself. I mean, it's a concept that intruiges most people, myself included. Imagine knowing yourself so well, knowing exactly how you would react in a certain situation. Knowing your faults and your strengths.

But I'm regressing.

Plato said, "A life unexamined is not worth living." I agree with that statement, and I usually try to stay true to myself. However, lately, there's something that's come to bother me. Other people's opinions of me. Not so much whether or not they like me -- it's their decision, after all, and personalities will clash. But of my 'ditziness'.

Now, originally, I was all for this opinion. I found it rather incredibly funny, because I'd never seen myself as a ditz, and anyone I wnet to Primary School hadn't either. Besides, everyone seemed to be treating it as a joke, and if it's funny, I'll laugh.

But lately, to me, it seems that people don't think of it as a joke. They actually believe that I am a ditz. And now I don't find it funny, because, to be honest, it hurts. A lot.

Yes, I may be ditzy on occasion. And yes, I may be sheltered. I may not know classic well-known bands, and I may have had a 'deprived' childhood. But that doesn't make me a ditz, and it really hurts when people seem to classify me as such. The fact that they describe me as such -- to a person who's never even met me -- really upsets me.

And I've been looking at my latest journal entries, compared to ones when I first started 'blogging'. And all of a sudden, I've discovered that somehow, along the way, I have become a ditz. And that knowledge seriously makes me want to cry, because I know I'm not.

I am not a ditz. And so I've decided it's time that I stop living down to other people's expectations, and start living up to mine.

Because I don't want to be classified as a 'ditz' because of a few things which were ditzy.

I know some people are probably expecting me to post about my time at Jeremy's and Lucy's, but I don't particularly wish to. It's rather childish, but I'd rather forget about it. I had -- needless to say -- a rather bad time. Bad enough for me to end up crying at school, not once but three times. Once in drama, and twice during recess. I'm not sure how many people noticed -- I'm pretty sure Mark clicked once, same time as Ellinore, and Liam did during Wednesday lunch -- but other than that, I think it was fine. But it's all academic, cause I'm okay now.

Anyways, this morning I got up at 7 and made a house out of lego. I ran out of pieces, so I couldn't finish the roof, but it looks good anyway. I also made a car to go in the driveway, and I put the tree and things in. It was fun. I wish someone was there to make it with -- and be childish with -- but there wasn't, so too bad.

And today I'm going to go shopping and to the library. Other people were going to come, but they're all busy, so I'll have to survive by myself, I suppose. There are a lot of things I need to do, but I forget them all, so I made a list. I think I lost the list, though, so I'll see if I remember it...

Shops

• Mark's birthday present


• Corinne's graduation present [I'll tell you about that later]


• Blue cardboard


• Brown cardboard


• Overhead Transperency


• Binding tape

• Holy Books


• Job lists


• To Kill A Mockingbird reference books

I feel like calling someone. Someone who knows my every action, who understands what I'm thinking, who I don't need to talk to. Well, no, not completely. I feel like talking too, to someone who saw me grow up. But no one knows me that well. There's Jessa, but I don't talk to her on the phone. So who else is there? Gah, yes, I know who else there is.

I feel like calling Zara. But I can't call Zara. I haven't seen Zara in around five years. Five years of abscence doesn't really contribute to knowing a person well.

It's just...the last time I saw her, she was so...like me. And I remember we'd always compete for who was taller. And I'm wondering lately if she'd have that title yet, or if I'd retain it. But mostly, I just want her to be here and understand me.

God, I don't even know if she's moved or not, or where she goes to school, or how her brother is, or if she has a boyfriend. I hope she's still happy.

I guess it's because I haven't spoken -- no, that's not correct, sorry -- I haven't interacted properly with anyone for a while. Possibly even two weeks. But, you know, 'dem's da knocks.'

Besides, I'm sick of being self-pitying. I'm going to go post in Liam's RPG.

So, yes, I've changed the template, yet again. I realised that all the light grey was depressing me, so I decided to brighten it up, and I looked up this template, and presto, new template. I'm actually getting quite good at HTML -- sooner or later, I might tell my Web Design teacher that I know HTML. Probably not, though. Heh. It's fun to smirk behind his back when he says "Nobody uses this anymore."

Geh. Lots of stuff going on, and I'm too lazy to bother posting about it. However -- it's possible that I might win Otaku Idol. I'm not sure which judges have to vote yet, if any. Heh..

That's about all, really.