http://www.okcupid.com/personality?type=RGLD&g=2&o=1&h=167

(i finally gave up on posting the result code because i'm computer illiterate. maybe this will work. but if it does, please clikit to make everything below relevant. but please please at least skim it, because it makes me proud. sorry.)

well now, doesn't this just sum up my current situation.

my my my mine. that's why i HATE when people post test results. i really do feel very self-centered. and i'm not just saying that so people will be all like like, "awwwwwww. you're so not self-centered. you're a martyr and lovely for being so modest." oh shut up. posting this IS self-centered even more so than surveys. so cheers for those who take surveys over posting stupid test results to draw more attention to themselves because everyone totally needs to know what kind of kitchen knife you'll be in your third life. because that is really what i am doing here. i want everyone to know that i have a crush on a boy because it makes me very proud. and i do know that proud is an odd way to describe it, but that's how i feel. i am very very proud to have a crush on a boy. and i want to keep talking about it. and him. and i want to keep saying, "isn't <boy's name> cute!?" "yes katie, he's very cute." "i know! and he has pretty teeth and he is a very good and genuine person." "yes, he is." "i know! and he's a good clothes-picker-outer." "i can't believe you like someone who wears a track jacket. and nikes." "yea, he should totally wear pumas. oh well. i guess i'll have to spend a few hours getting over that." now tell me, can you really think of a more awesome conversation. sure you can. but at the moment, i cannot. because i smile alot when i talk about him and for that, my friends, i am happy.

thanks alot. and happy seventeenth birthday stephanie. you're totally radical dude.

“On the last afternoon before he went abroad he sat with Daisy in his arms for a long, silent time. It was a cold fall day with fire in the room and her cheeks flushed. Now and then she moved and he changed his arm a little and once he kissed her dark shining hair. The afternoon had made them tranquil for a while as it to give them a deep memory for the long parting the next day promised. They had never been closer in their month of love nor communicated more profoundly one with another, than when she brushed silent lips against his coat’s shoulder or when he touched the end of her fingers, gently, as though she were asleep.”

CommunicateCommunicationCommunicatesCommunicationsCommunicatedCommunicational

Communicate is the most beautiful word in the English language. Its beauty and importance cannot be expressed by other words.

Gorgeous, beautiful, stunning, picturesque, deep, profound, striking, genuine, heart-felt.

Those words are pale and void. Communicate, communications. Nothing is ragnok.

and that is truly, the only way to communicate communicate.

I also have a favorite poem. I am not British. I am not Canadian. I am an American whose ancestors came from Ireland and Russia. My Russian ancestors came to the United States in 1904 to escape religious persecution in Russia. They came through Ellis Island. I was fascinated by Ellis Island. Even before I knew this. When I found this out a few years ago, I was no longer nearly as interested. That is backwards. I wish I could be fascinated by Ellis Island again. I wish that I still loved Escape From Alcatraz and that I still [truly]loved to read Vonnegut novels and that I still [truly] loved Rilo Kiley. I love Jesus.

This is my favorite poem. Read if you want to. It is written by my favorite poet. He was German. He also spoke French. I do not speak German. I am not allowed to learn the German language nor the Japanese language. I am taking French: French I. I do not speak French aside from "I am not hungry" "My name is" "I want to". I will not pretend otherwise. If I do post anything in another language I have used a translation website. Even if I say that I spent a long time translating it. Of course I didn't. I haven't nearly that much time to waste, although I do waste quite a significant amount of this time.

This previously mentioned favorite poem of mine has been my favorite poem for a year or so. I was only introduced to this poet's works a little over a year ago so I will not go off into a tear concerning how he has always influenced my writing and how I've been reading Voltaire since I was two. I have read one book by Voltaire, his very famous one, Candide. I like this book. It is a good book. And it is a good language book.

Rainer Maria Rilke's poem: Those of the House of Colonna :is my favorite poem. It was originally penned in German. I do not speak German and neither do you so it will be posted in English.

still here. staring into this funkyflatbox. why, you might ask?

shitty AP work which i have given myself three days to complete although i have had all summer.

!!and i forgot before...lazy daze=saturday, the twentyseventh. so, anyone up for it again?

oh, and we can still go see the black keys. except i have to work until sevenfortyfive that night. but that's ok. i'll go ahead and buy tickets this week when i have time.

1 i'm going to virginia tomorrow to fun busch gardens with shitty chorus.

2  my mommy baked me cookies.

3 reed and i broke up. nothing feels different.

4 my dad didn't get my mom anything for her birthday. he blamed it on me and sarah.

5 i've decided that i don't care how much dylan tickets are going to cost. i'm going. the greencards are more willie nelson than bob dylan. oh well.

6 there is an antfarm in my bathroom wall.

7 taxes suck.

8 i lost a cd i love.

9 what i've decided to major in: french and modern western literature.

10 why the hell has rlt sent me a schedule for events more than a year away? i'm thrilled to know that there is going to be a production of Candide. i am not thrilled to know that it is june06 instead of now.

11 i am not taking trigonometry. fuck off.

current mood: listless

so. company has gone. blechk. and i am really really really tired. but, ya know...yesterday was really fantastic.

everyone got up early and went to a cute soccer game (honestly "cute" because eighteryearerolds play). we ate bagels. seven people went to southpoint mall, and my intimidatingly smart uncle and i went to bright leaf shopping center in durham and spent two hours in a pretty book store and twenty minutes in a less pretty record\cd store. he bought me some awesome vintage Alice prints, which i can't wait to frame. but then...we didn't know where anyone else was because they had decided not to answer slash turnon their cell phones, so we drove at 110mph on the semi-empty highway and ate at someplace (firethunder?firebirds?lodgesomething...) at the mall place, at which we were reunited with the shoppererers. all go home, make and eat dinner in <10min, and see my sister's play which actually made me cry because it was sad. sad things unrelated to me force me to cry a lot. i cried again later but that was stupid. anyway, we got two dozen kkdoughnuts for eight people. and i ate six of them. eventually.

and today=the big event. which=amy's first communion. first communion sunday is one of the rare sundays out of the year on which i actually want to go to church. there's something very innocent and sweet about all of the little children (especially the girls in their beautiful white dresses and veils of flowers). so, my sister received her first communion. the end.

p.s. my aunt and uncle are giving me their old digital camera. and my mother can't interfere with this slash make it a 'share thing' (=this now belongs to sarah) because she has nothing to do with it. good.

p.p.s. being a 'girlfriend' is weird.until the end of the week because i will probably not have a boyfriend that much longer based on our conversation last night...but it's good.

p.p.p.s. my 2g Tamagotchi might be a samurai. i'd say i'm pretty excited. le-pfft.

things are well. which by the way = fucking. fantastic.

i'm going for my job training this coming thursday evening AND i got a 9ninetynine9 on a math test which by the way = the first A i've had on a test in that class. ever. my aunt and uncle and aunt and uncle are here and my aunt gave me fancypretty jewelery-making pliers (an entire set) and the new Bead Style. and i now have a new and FINAL design for all my extra shit-fabric. (sortof..) blechk.

and--black keys tickets=twelve, stephanie. if nothing has become 'jeapordized' that is...(?).

so, as you can see...this is happygoodkinda. and i had fun today improvising a speech that's a major part of my english grade, though i can't really afford that because i need an A in english. badly. and then i had fun at lunch making signs to post in the bathroom stalls telling people to flush the toilets and giving a speech about smoking outside and flushing the toilets inside. duh.

so, in glorious conclusion...flush the toilets, don't smoke in the bathrooms, and do the whirlwind.

current mood: <---this=me in latin.

and i honestly don't know why. and i hate it because they feel like loooooooookie999999imapiggiefly-a-iiii-ingbiiiiiiieyyyy.

it's PRETTY MUCH THE MOST ANNOYING THING EVER.*

and so my family had Passover dinner. and i ate a half-a-box of tea motzoh because it tastes really good. but it made me sick, so i threw-up. and then i had fondue and macaroons. that was good too. and now my mother is making me go to church at ninethirty tomorrow because erwuio. and i really hate erwuio. whatever that may be. so anyway...to complete my story, i dialed some numbers on the phone a lot of times because i did it yesterday and the day before that one too. and the phone rang 78983728293 times. and so i got tired of listening to it ring. which means i'm going to bed now. after i take care of a few things.

::::::ATTENTION: tomorrow we're going to go see the upside of anger and then we're going to eckerdz or something like that before my head explodes more. and i'm buying more tea because i only have three kinds left now after finishing the supersupersuper caffeinated raspberry. only, i have a feeling that it's sortof the source of my exploding-head-headaches.

*this=last time ever. in case i forget.**

**i promise to forget.***

***blehchkchk! xtra: just don't mock me anymore.****

****actually, you can. *****

*****okay. THE END.

current mood: light-headed

so...i got a job. at target. for sevenhundredpennies\hour. yeah.