all apologies
Hello.
I'm sorry that I am a horribble, terribble, awful livejournal-er. I never update, even when interesting stuff happens. I should be shot, ressurected, and shot again.
I swear to update more. That way, my life seems interesting, or I may update too much, which might hint that I have no life at all. I think the latter will be more correct to my current situation, but let's not and say we did. Or.. something along those lines.
School has begun again. I wish it were raining, or at least cold so I could really get that feeling that fall is upon us here in Portland. But no. It's 97 degrees farenheit and I have a 14 and a half pound backpack to lug around.
Homework on the second day? Come on. Give us a break.
Anyway, Grant started today and I wonder if anyone got John (er, Mr. Golden) as a teacher. I babysit his two year old daughter Eleanor but I'm madly inlove with him (I should actually say "inlike", if that's a word). But how could one not? He likes good movies and music, he's published two books, and I hear they're decent, and he looks like John Cusack. I just ran into him and when we finished talking and he smiled and said good bye I about fainted.
But his wife is so bleedin' nice. They're almost like extended family. Almost, but not quite. I almost spent the night at their house once. Meep.
No, Katie, keep your eyes on the prize.
Speaking of the prize, Mac is being strange. He tells me he loves me one second and wants to be with me forever, etcetera etcetera. But the next, he's going on about how afraid he is and how we might get sick of eachother. And such. I don't remember exactly what he said, but it made me worry. A lot. I hate being worrisome and confused, they don't go well together at all. I wish there was some way I could tell exactly what he's thinking. But part of me doesn't want to know.
Agh, headache.
I'm sorry that I am a horribble, terribble, awful livejournal-er. I never update, even when interesting stuff happens. I should be shot, ressurected, and shot again.
I swear to update more. That way, my life seems interesting, or I may update too much, which might hint that I have no life at all. I think the latter will be more correct to my current situation, but let's not and say we did. Or.. something along those lines.
School has begun again. I wish it were raining, or at least cold so I could really get that feeling that fall is upon us here in Portland. But no. It's 97 degrees farenheit and I have a 14 and a half pound backpack to lug around.
Homework on the second day? Come on. Give us a break.
Anyway, Grant started today and I wonder if anyone got John (er, Mr. Golden) as a teacher. I babysit his two year old daughter Eleanor but I'm madly inlove with him (I should actually say "inlike", if that's a word). But how could one not? He likes good movies and music, he's published two books, and I hear they're decent, and he looks like John Cusack. I just ran into him and when we finished talking and he smiled and said good bye I about fainted.
But his wife is so bleedin' nice. They're almost like extended family. Almost, but not quite. I almost spent the night at their house once. Meep.
No, Katie, keep your eyes on the prize.
Speaking of the prize, Mac is being strange. He tells me he loves me one second and wants to be with me forever, etcetera etcetera. But the next, he's going on about how afraid he is and how we might get sick of eachother. And such. I don't remember exactly what he said, but it made me worry. A lot. I hate being worrisome and confused, they don't go well together at all. I wish there was some way I could tell exactly what he's thinking. But part of me doesn't want to know.
Agh, headache.