Alright, little late, but allow me to introduce a new fella to Random-osity: Matt.
He is in our lunch bunch [the folks that eat lunch in the SGR - Student Gov't Room] and he always sees me checking this site, and today he decided that he wanted to post himself. So, I gave him full posting rights, on my name. So, he posted and the following message is from Matt. Hence, it is non-representative of the Katie you all know and love. So, read on and lay off Matt's taste in "music." Bye.

Christina Aguilera Rules. She's coming out with a new album soon, so listen to her new song "infatuation" at the closing cermonies of the winter olympics. That is all. Peace out.

I'm highly dissapointed in you all, and for good reason. One: I come back after a weekend, and there are only TWO posts? consisting of, total, two lines? C'mon, pick up the pace fellas. Two: No one, and I'm talking no one [which is basically what I had guessed] posted on the Official Random-osity Message Board. Three: The sexual tension on this site is so thick you could blend it..in...a blender. [I was trying to shy away from the 'cut it with a knife' cliché - I believe I was successful.] Random-osity is a place for updates, daily happenings, rants, and raves, not risqué euphamisms [sp?] about cookies. Shape up, or ship out.
Now, for something completely different, Katie's Weekend Recap:
Friday - I left for Reno with Jo, Leslie [her cousin], Geng [her sister], and her father, aunt, and uncle. We had dinner at Denny's on the way there, where our waiter, Rob, was rather attractive. However, he lacked in the skills of waitering [or is it just waiting?] repeatedly asking, "So, uh, who else ordered this?" while holding up a plate of food. We [we = Jo, Leslie, and I] went to the midway at Circus Circus. I got hit on. Some guy came up to me and said, and I quote this in all it's junior high school sounding glory, "Hey, my friend over there wants to talk to you." Later we found out that they [consisting of Tom/Todd - the go-getter , Kyle - the mute one, Jason - the driver, and 2 other guys] live in Sacramento. Then they asked if they could "hang out in [our] hotel room with [us]." Needless to say, they left unsatisfied.
Saturday - The scheduled day of skiing was cut short due to weather that can best be described as hellish. Later on, it was reported that we actually skiied through a blizzard. We could not see, we could not feel our fingers, we could not feel our toes [I feel a song coming on, Jo - think Wet Wet Wet's "Love is All Around"]. The snow was far too powdery, mainly because no one in their right mind was skiing, so there was no one to firm the snow. We all sank in a few times. I was forced to buy goggles, becuase my sunglasses were not protecting me from the shards of snow that were piercing my skin. Actual, honest to goodness, Worn-By-Special-K-In-Can't-Hardly-Wait-Goggles. However, the boy I bought the goggles from, Travas [as in Trav-ass] was pretty hot [which is apparently a pre-requisite for working at Boreal] and had good taste in music. The highlight [said using a sarcastic tone] of the ski day was when I was coming down a slope and heard Jo yell, "Kate, don't go that wa-!!" It was cut off suddenly by my quick descent into powdery snow up to my knees. I actually couldn't find one of my skis for quite awhile ["No, seriously, Jo. Stop laughing. I think I'm in serious shit right now. I can't find my ski."] That night wasn't very exciting, except when a Circus Circus worker shook her finger at Jo for trying to trade an ugly cow and an ugly mouse for a cute monkey - god forbid. There was also that guy, named Slim, who was from Amsterdam. He "look[ed] good."
Sunday - Left later than planned. Stopped for brunch at IHOP. Slept on drive home. Overdosed on Lifesaver's Strawberry Cream Savers.
The End.

School's back in session. How come it feels like we were on such a long break? I've been overcome with Yearbook Editor duties. I have work tomorrow. I should be doing homework now. I feel inadequete because all of these sentences are so short. Speaking of short, I'm out about $375.00 because my stupid 8th grade class can't seem to pay the friggin' piper [piper = Katie.] I've put too much into this yearbook ad - and not just speaking monetary goods, time and effort, too - to not be paid back the $500 it took to buy the ad space. I've been patient enough, it's time to start hiring hit men. Although, that would cost money, and I have no money, because NO ONE HAS PAID ME BACK. Well, 8 people have. 8 out of 22, though. [Deanna, if you're reading this, don't be consumed with guilt. I know you're good for it, pay whenever]
Okay, time for Katie to go watch Gilmore Girls and do le devoir pour la classe de Français. Au revoir.

Alright, I never really know what exactly is going through my head when I do things like this, but, I've done it again. First it was the guestbook, which no one uses, second it was that damned Photo Album, which no one visits [pattern, anyone?], and now, allow me to present, the [hopefully] last in a string of bad ideas: The Random-Osity Message Board. Yes, that is correct. Random-Osity now has a message board [that no one will use]. Here's the link. I thnk you have to sign up and get an account with ezboard first or something like that. Anyway, until I figure out how to delete it, I guess I'll advertise it.
And now comes to the goodbye. Jo [who, apparently, unbeknownst to me - and her, probably - was married to Jake?! active imagination, I'd say] and I are leaving for Reno at about 3 or so. Therefore, I won't be able to call and say goodbye. So, yes, good bye to all and to all a good night. We'll be back on Sunday at a time that I do not know. Alright, later y'all! Pray I don't run into a tree :c)

I am extreme amounts of happy right now. One could even describe me as being ecsatic. Allow for an explanation: Finals are over. That is short for, "I only have one more semester of high school left." Which is good, because I suspect that's all that I have left in me. And this last semeser, it doesn't even really count. My high school GPA only goes through the seventh semester. Basically, college is the only people that even care about this grade, and that is just to make sure that I didn't drop drastically in any of my classes. So, basically, I can get by on all B minuses. This is very exciting to me, someone who has always been semi grade obsessed. Maybe that is why my goal is to raise my grades. I know, it makes no sense: why, in the one semester of my high school career that truly does not matter am I determined to get A's? I think the main reason is just a personal goal. I looked back on my grades last quarter, and I kept finding myself thinking "Gee, I could've gotten that A if only I'd actually read the book." I don't want to think that at the end of next semester. I want to look at them and say, "Damn, I did a good job. I worked hard and the grades show it." I don't know. It's bizarre to want that during the only time that "grades don't matter", but, gotta love irony.
The next thing that is making me happy is that tomorrow [we get Friday off for a "semester holiday"], Jo and I are going to Reno to go skiing [well, actually we're skiing in Truckee, but no matter.] This has become a pretty annual trip, and has always proved to be very fun. Jo's been skiing since birth or something equally insane, and I've gotten pretty good in the three years we've been going. So, I'm excited. I like staying at hotels. I like all the hot boys skiing/snowboarding. I like falling in the snow. I like looking down at all the other people falling from up high on the ski lift. I like being cold, and then walking into the lodge and being toasty warm. I like it all. Hence, I'm happy.
Thirdly, Dashboard Confessional [scoff if you must, Jake] is coming to San Francisco on March 13th. It's at Slim's, which one of my top venues. It's $12.50, which is kind of pricy for that type of show, but I'm willing to shell it out. Gina, you interested? It's a Wednesday night, but it starts at 7:30, so that's not bad. Shara wants to go, too. Lemme know so I can get some tickets.
Anyway, there you have it. I'm happy. I hope you are all too.

Yes, it has been awhile since I last posted. I have finals this week, so it's been a lot of pretend studying and then wishing it had been actual studying. But I do get out early on all the days, so yay!
Recap: The Nerf Herder concert was fun, minus the wierd-o guy in the leather jacket, and the pseudo-lesbian couple dancing/grinding next to me. The highlight of the evening that didn't have to do with the concert was definitely our encounter with the homeless man with the "crazy look in his eyes" [we apparently were trespassing in his territory.] Jake and I have yet to truly make amends, if only for the fact that neither of us can agree on a single compromise for our behavior [either no one talks about music, or no one talks aggresively about music, and I don't get defensive, I just refuse to respond to lowball cracks about the supposed "hack-ness" of Dashboard (which, I whole-heartedly believe is negative 62 - in other words, he/they is/are very, very great).] I'd just like to be able to have a conversation without being ostracized for my taste in music, in that, I don't, god forbid, listen to only music under the category of 'indie'. I mean, really, why must we categorize music anyway? There's so many subheads, etc that it gets too confusing anyhow. I like music, some more than others. The End.
Speaking of music, I am very much excited, Gina, about the weezer tribute album. Except for the fact that I'm not sure how deserving Weezer is of a tribute album, and only because I sometimes think that tributes should be strictly reserved for bands/people that have really paid their dues, or have had some unquestioning influence on a number of people, or have been around for quite awhile [ex: Beatles, Eagles, etc.] Anyway, Weezer tribute album. Dashboard Confessional, Ataris. Hmm, that should be really good. I'm really liking The Ataris right now. I mean, I've had the CD for awhile, and I just got the other one, but yea. Good times. Plus, they quote Catcher in the Rye in one of the songs. So, add on 23 points there.
Anyway, I have to go read up on Anatomy and Physiology. I got my pictures back of Shara & I dissecting our cat, Figaro, so..if you'd like to take a gander, lemme know. I may have them up on the Random-Osity Photo Album by the end of month.
That is all [stated for the sake of Deanna.]

Go and sign the guestbook!

I cannot wait until I go to college and I'm transferred to the Fig Garden Long's. Why, you ask? Well, I'll tell you. For my money, I would guess that at the Fig Garden Long's, I would not have to deal with the people that frequent the Foothill & A Street Long's that I work at.
I was ringing up this older woman, we'll call her Old Customer, maybe mid-50's, when this middle aged woman, late 30's-ish, we'll call her Middle Aged Woman, walks past her and says, "Go to hell, hag." At first, I don't really think much of it, thinking that perhaps they know each other and it is some bizarre form of a greeting of some sort. Well, I realized just how mistaken I was when the older woman turned around and said, "Oh, you want some you bitch!?!" At which point I stare, slack-jawed at the whole scene. The two continued like this, really for no apparant reason, for a while, getting increasingly louder. I didn't know what to do. It was like some school yard fight: "C'mon, let's bring this outside." "I can take you, you don't even want a piece of this." I had to fight back the urge to laugh, because, honestly, it was a serious sitation. Apparently, Old Customer had been pretty rude to the people back in pharmacy, and Middle Aged Woman was telling her how she should learn to respect people, blah, blah. Eventually, MAW [Middle-Aged Woman] finally walked out. It was pretty bizarre.
However, it paled in comparision to "Creepy Event #2" Allow me set the scene: it was five minutes to closing, we had one cash register left to close, and we just kinda wanted to get home. In walks this old couple, maybe early 70's, and the woman asks if we have any scarves. As per her request, I lead her to the scarves in the cosmetic department. However, she does not want a black scarf [the last of the scarves we have], she wants a "cranberry" scarf. We don't have any. She complains about how we can possibly NOT have scarves ["Do you not realize how chilly it is out there?"] My manager comes up to us, explains that we are closing in a minute, and if the woman would like, she can buy the black scarf at 25% [we REALLY wanted to get outta there.] She agrees, so I lead her to the checkstand. After I finishing ringing her up, she starts in on how tense I look. She proceeds to explain to me about how she used to be a masseuse [sp?] She then grabs my hand, leads me out from behind the cash register, and starts to rub my arm. The whole time, her husband is chatting it up with my coworker, Calvin about how the world is so much more complicated. So, yes, the old woman is massaging me, 2 minutes after 10:00. As if that weren't creepy enough, she picks up a bottle of lighter fluid and, get this, rubs THAT up and down my arms, shoulders, and back. What the fûk is this? Then, her husband gets in on the action. No lie, he walks over and starts to massage my neck. It was horrific. I did not know what to do/say. I mean, the Long's Customer Service Training Session I had to go through in no way prepared me for ex-masseuses armed with lighter fluid. Eventually, they finally left, after many a hint about how late it was [and not without giving a little massage action to Calvin, as well.]
That was, by far, the most random, creepy, bizarre thing that has happened to me at work. And, I'd just thought I'd share it with you all.

Okay...it's been a long time, but I haven't had anything happen to me worth sharing, and still don't really, I guess. Anyway, I was checking out the soiree pictures and the guestbook as Katie requested, and I found something really weird: the guestbook entry by Noelley was NOT created by me! I didn't even know we had a guestbook until New Year's Eve. I think it may have been my baby sister Emily, but I'm not sure. Maybe I'll make a real one later...except that I feel more like part of the Random-osity family than a guest (Awwww!) so maybe I won't. That's all.

I got the pictures back from the soiree. And promptly uploaded some of them to our photo album. There are also a few of Gina's birthday when her and I [and her folks] went to San Francisco. So, go take a look at them.
Is is just me, or does anyone else think that this week back to school flew by. It just seemed quicker than usual, perhaps I'm imagining it all.
I love it when I ask for time off from work, because when I come back to work, they "punish" me. They do this by giving me less and less hours [I only worked 10 this week, when around 18-20 is normal]. I find this ironic, because, in all actuality, this is what I want. I don't want to work anymore. I want to have a job, I just don't want to work. I used to really like my job, the people, the envirnment, etc. Now, however, I only find myself liking about 9 of the 25 or so people that work at Long's [in case you're dying to know: Jifa, Jessica x 2, Tim, Javier, Christina, Jeneva, Daniel, & Anto - Andreas is alright sometimes.] The people you work with pretty much dictate how your day at work is going to be [that and the customers], and as of recent, this has resulted in a shitty day at work. I'm just kind of sick of it all. I have to stick it out, though, until around June-ish, because I have to be in good standing to ask for a transfer to the Fresno store [which I REALLY want to work at.]
But that's enough complaining for now.
Tonight, we're going out for dinner [Pasta Pomodoro - in hopes that Brian is working] and a movie [Orange County.] Get ready for some excitment!

In summation:
Only work at Long's if you are going to be working with good people.
Go look at the pictures in our Random-Osity Photo Album. The link is also on the side bar.]
Sign the guestbook!

Just for kicks, I've decided to post the google searches that brought people here, to our lovely home. And they are the following:
[I've typed them out true to form, spelling mistakes and all]
"picture vans old schools"
"Baz Luhrmann"
"new old skools vans"
"Christina Agulear porn"
"gina L weezer" [gina's got a stalker]
"driving to milpitas"
"old skool vans hi" [what is with the sudden need for old skools?]
and last, but at the top of my personal favorites,
"Christina Aguilera sex pics"

It sort of makes me frightened to learn that people searching for pop princess-y porn settled upon coming to Random-Osity. Sorry to disappoint.
I think I have decided that, next semester, I am going to transfer out of regular American Gov't and into AP. I've heard from many a folks that Wilder's American Gov't class is ridiculously difficult, with project after project. And, frankly, I don't want to have to do more projects. I'm doing quite enough for his America in the 1960's class as it is. In addition, AP Gov't isn't supposed to be all that hard. Perhaps because it is taught by my aunt, who, in her first year teaching high school, let alone an AP class, has not mastered how to get through the book, while still making it a difficult class. Plus, since my trip to DC, I am kind of more interested in the government and how it works. From what I can tell, the people in regular gov't class are too busy concentrating on getting an A on the projects to remember what congress last passed. Anyway, any thoughts? good decision? Let me know what you think [as if you care at all what class I'm taking next semester]
Okay, enough putting off homework. Vietnam War interview, here I come.

I, for one, am highly disappointed that the winter break has finally come to an end. Though there were good times had by all [I hope], it just seemed too short. Oh well.
Quick recap:
I think I've made a final decision in regards to college: Fresno State. I turned in my Smittcamp application on Saturday. The soiree was fun. I enjoyed hanging out with Noelley during her return to California for the week plus she was here [none of us realized just how much we missed the now-Colorado resident]. Gina got her license, and thus random trips to Wal-Mart & Albertson's [only one Greg Collins incident] were made. Went to San Francisco to celebrate Gina's birthday, spent too much money, but had lots of laughs [ex: Gina driving to Bennihauna. ha! sorry.]
Anyway, I'm going to miss my vacation and highly regret the misuse of time [who really needs to paint their nails three times in a week?]

Oh, and another thing, I updated my own list. Actually, I made a few more lists, with different topics. Go check it out, if you're bored. [By the by, you get to all our individuals pages by clicking on our individual names on the side bar underneath the label "Random-Osity Contributors".]
Also, sign the guestbook [and Gina, although I liked your entry, I was kind of hoping that people who were not directly associated with Random-Osity would sign the guestbook too - which is not to deter those who ARE on Random-Osity to sign it, because I like reading them.]
LOL, my sister, Ellie, just looked at the calender in our kitchen and said, "Katie, you have to go to school tomorrow. haha! And, you have to work! "
Okay, I'm going to go watch Now and Then. Why? No good reason.

Dashboard Confessional is much more talented that what the review let on. Go check them/him out. Although, yes, at times, Chris's voice does get choked up and a little annoying and whiny. I still like the music though and his voice is amazing.
I have to go help my mom with dishes. Bye.

P.S.Jake, I fixed your page for you.

Three things:
1) CONGRATS GINA!
2) I changed the format for archives. Instead of a mile long list on the sidebar, it's just a link that will take you to a list of dates to choose from.
3) Sign the guestbook!

That is all.

Taking a break from revising essay for Smittcamp.
Here's some incredible statistics for your enjoyment [I'm doing an essay about the most pressing global issue, I chose AIDS]:
Every 25 seconds, someone in Africa is infected with HIV.
There are 36 million people living with HIV today, 26 million of them are living in Africa.
21 million people have died from AIDS.

On a completely lighter note:

Take the Which Empire Records Character are You? Quiz.


HAPPY BIRTHDAY GINA! [& good luck with the whole vroom! vroom! thing]

One more for now.

"I didn't know what I was taking responsibility for."
"What?!"
"I fell asleep!"
"You fell asleep?!
"You had rambled on for eighteen pages! Front and back!"

"By the way, y-o-u apostrophe r-e means you are! y-o-u-r means your!"

"Oh don't worry about me sleeping. I have still have your letter!"

"We are sooo over!"
"Oh, oh, FINE BY ME!"

Really funny episode!

Hey everyone. I just wanted to say that I completed my "I Might Love You If" List FINALLY. Now, it is subject to change--meaning I'll probably add stuff to it.

I was watching Volume 3 of the Best of Friends, and (Katie knows this) I thought that the Pivot episode was on it. It totally should be on one of those Best of Friend thingys. So I am proposing that we start our own list of episodes that should be on one of those Best o Friends thingys sooner or later. Here are a few of my picks. You have to try to guess which ones they are:

"Go to China. Eat Chinese Food"
"Of course there they would just call it 'food.'

(same episode)
"There lives a little child inside this man." (not sure if this is exactly right)
"Yes, and the doctors say if they remove it, he'll die."
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"You got Chandler?! The next best thing would've been Monica." (not right)
"I should be insulted, but she is freakishly strong."

"Pivot! Pivot! Pivot!"
"Shut Up! Shut Up! Shut uuuup!"
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"You wanna hear something funny?"
"Always."
"I didn't get the annullment."
"What?"
"We're still married. Don't tell Rachel. See you later."
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"Now do you want love or silliness?!"

"He's just doing this because he knows we like the silliness."
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"You're the divorcing guy."
"What?"
"Yeah, you love divorcing so much you're probably gonna marry it, but it won't work out, so you're gonna divorce it, divorcing guy! I'm so drunk!"
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These are all I can think of right now, during my work break, and I'm sure that I'll think of more later.
Have fun guessing these. Of course, the only people who will actually read these are Katie and Gina! Have fun, and post some of your own!

Talk to ya'll later!