I am sorry, but this picture was too beautiful not to post. I don't like Ryan or anything, I am just in immense appreciation of his gorgeous appearance. Besides, he's a manwhore with a girlfriend. [But he's a really nice manwhore with a girl friend.] But, then again, I really like the music that him and the rest of the Solemen make. So, yay.
Alright, I'm going to stop before I ramble. [too late.]

Damn. [doing Jessica Meyer's hand motion.]

[Just in case the picture isn't working and it probably isn't..here is the link
Ryan of Solemite]

Bye.

For the love of God and sonny Jesus...SOMEONE POST!

ya see, I would. But I have to go to work. In an hour.

A Few Quick Quotes That Will Act as an Update Re: Solemite & the KGB show on Saturday night:

Gina/Jifa/Katie: "Atleast we aren't ________________." The line was, at various times filled in with the following:
"that guy running out of the room to answer his cell phone."
"those girls getting them to sign their shirts."
"that guy in the tight jeans."
"those kids waiting to be picked up by mom in the minivan or, even worse, the girls whose mom just came up to her and tapped her on the shoulder as she's talking to Toby."

Katie: "Damn you and your cool ass name." [re: Toby saying to Jifa, "I'll always remember your name because it's so funky."

Katie: " 'Pretty Girls Make Graves' What the hell does that mean?"
Jifa: "Pretty girls makes you die. THEY KILL YOU!!! [complete with menacing hand gesture]"

Gina: "I'm the worst journalist ever."

Katie [throughout the night]: "Toby is completely emaciated. Look at him and his dark circles. Get some meat on those bones. Look, this is going to be Toby in 10 years [pointing to picture of rotting corpse on flyer]"

Jifa: "God, I feel like I have jaundice."

All of us: "How hot is that guy who works here?"

Gina [or someone else, I forget]: "Wow, I'm really liking the atmosphere here at the Mitchell Park Teen Center. The disco ball works nicely with the posters about what makes a good kid."

Katie: "HEY YOU. YEA, YOU GUYS OVER THERE. YOU'RE ALL SLUTS!" [re: 12-13 year olds pinching Ryan's ass while he was hugging his own girlfriend]

Regina: "How out of place am I?" [note: she was wearing an Oakland jersey, completely in black, her hair in cornrows, and accessorizing with a bandana.]

Jifa: "Oh God. Yep that's it. My life is over."

Gina: "Hey, acting aloof pays off."

Word of the night: Emaciated
Our Motto of the Night: "Stonewall Jackson Style"

And, in closing:
Toby says, "Tell them that we've come to put the funk and soul back in rock 'n roll. We're not a rock band, we're not a boy band, we're not an R&B group, we're not a pop band. We're all of those things, but none of those things. We're the fûking KGB. Lock up your daughters."

[Wow, I can't believe I remembered that]
Thanks for the fun, fellas.

You crazy, crazy madcap guys.
When I typed that I was reminded of the Friends episode [story of my life] where, and I could be getting this wrong, Ross and/or the Chan Chan Man calls Monica a "mad cap gal" for allowing a mess in her apartment. Perhaps it was a drink with no coaster underneath it. Ohh, wait. It was when she left her shoes out in the living room instead of putting them away. I think. Eh, none of you really give a damn either way.

Again, I find myself with no time to post. I apologize profusely. But, you all just wait for it. There will come a time in my not-so-distant-future wherein I type [perhaps in week long incriments] about my life's happenings. Maybe, just maybe I can reach the, and I quote, "epic long blogs" that used to be my trademark, but now are feats that belong to the Fantastic [-ally Lame] Duo over @ Tennyson [freaking marathon blogging. My only real complaint is that I get caught up in the who's-saying-what game. I, for one, would appreciate a little G/J in front of your guys' respective comments, but that's just me.]

Well, I have to go finish The Hours. By the by, my new life goal is to model [essentially, plagiarize] five or so books and put them all together in this monster book that is really not my own, simply because I've drawn enough 'parrallels' with other books to make it so that "my" book is really just a mixture of the other books. Same plot lines, same characters. Only the names and time periods are different. Maybe then I can win the Pulitzer Prize [eat that you smug little Michael Cunningham.]
I need sleep. Now.

Dark Circled Love,
Katie

postscript: Gina, don't feel pressued by moi to go to Fresno. I mean, yes it would be awesome [I love the smell of livestock in the morning - it's really not as overpowering as some make it to be], but I don't want to be the sole[mite - sorry, I had the urge] reason you spend, give or take, 4 years of your life in a place you're only 'eh' about. I like Fresno. It's a regular city, it's that it's semi- in the middle of nowhere. There's not really an escape. I think that's the only beef I have with it. Fresno, in and of itself, is nice. But again, and I'm sorry to be repetive, it's all on you. It's your life. Or, in KGB speak - "It's your world babe.."

postscript addressed to Jake: shame on you for the thoughts of lesbian fiascos being had in the good city of Fresno.

Your guys' posts scare me.

I'll post re: Fresno Adventures at a later time. Wait for it....

I'm happy. And for the first time in a long time, it's a happiness that is coming from the inside, not because of external factors. And I really like that. God, I love retreats. And I love my friends and my family. And my school. And I love you...that's right, you. Spread the love, guys.

Sure there are some things that are bugging me, irking me, etc, but overall, the good far outweighs the bad. And I'm thankful for that. And I'm grateful for what I have, who I have. Ya know the whole, "I don't know if I should smile because he's a friend, or cry because that's all we'll ever be" thing. Well, I'm smiling.

Never you mind where I get my information! Lauren is a classy and mentally stable young lady, and I take everything she says very seriously, but she was not the one who informed me about your little indecent talent show escapade. I wouldn't worry too much about Fresno; it's not exactly what comes to mind when I think "real world". I would look up some information about livestock, once you can talk cattle, you'll fit right in.