sec 242 row Q seat 8
i'm in jersey for the weekend. my tickets came for my birthday shows in september. that's always a good thing. my seats are so bad! total nose bleed section. that's alright. i'm sure we won't be in them at all. hopefully dave will pull through and get some hooked up seats care of his pops. someone'll have floor seats and stub me down. they have to, it's my birthday! just to set the record straight, i hate everyone that gets to see phish this summer, the worst summer ever! i don't even get to see fireworks this year. grumble grumble...

phuckin' phish
to top things all off nicely, i just looked at last night's setlist, they fuckin' played if i could. not only am i pissed that i couldn't see them last night, but they play the one song i really want to hear, and am destined to never see. the last time they played it, i was suposed to meet my terrapin boy at that show. it was our song. this summer goes down as being the worst ever.

grumble, grumble, grumble... isn't summer that time of year when everything is fun and stress free? why is it then that my whole world is falling apart all around me?

sidewalk clothes are always fun
the other night, bridget and dave were over here drinking, and many fun things happened. first of all, we explored the attic of my apartment building, and climbed onto the roof. very fun. even funner- bridget and i went on a mission for a little green bag, and on the return trip, found some soaking wet, nasty blue jeans, that bridget absolutely needed to have. so, we took 'em. i guess that it isn't as funny unless you are as drunk as we were at the time. they've been hanging in my hallway ever since, and my roommate told me that i should wash them before i wear them. ummmmm...ok... now, i know i can be a dirty kid sometimes, but does she really think that i'm that dirty that i would wear some nasty-ass pants that i found on the ground without washing them? i hope that other people don't think that i am that dirty.

duh!
i get real sick of people saying that they are going to do something, then don't. i don't care if you do whatever it is that you said you were going to do. that's not the point. the point is that you said that you were going to do it. i bitch about this a lot. i can't help it. i just get so mad. it's always the same people, too. i don't understand. that stupid jerk knows how mad i get when he says he is going to call me, and doesn't, yet he does it over and over again. duh!

bacchus and the dryads
i'm in the middle of reading prince caspian right now, and i just read such a great chapter. the four children finally reached the stone table/aslan's mound, and as the boys are inside the mound, the dryads and hamadryads (who had been asleep for a thousand years) come rolling over the hills like a vast sea of trees, and the gather around aslan and susan and lucy and start dancing and then bacchus shows up with all of his girls, and they join in the dance, and then silenus is there and starts to shout, "refreshments, refreshments!" and vines start to grow everywhere, and then grapes grow on the vines, and everyone is dancing, and eating grapes and sticky and wonderful. i love the dryads the best! they were my favorite from the lord of the rings, the ents. sometimes if you look real closely at certain, old trees, you can see the face of a dryad in there, but sleeping. i think that they always sleep now. there is no room for them in this world. if i were a dryad, i would sleep now, too. there was once a time when the dryads and humans could dance and sing together, but now, humans are the enemies, cutting them down. sometimes, also, you meet a person that was a dryad, but has forgotten how to be a tree, and taken on only a human form. these are some of my favorite people. they remind me so much of trees. one day, i hope to awaken a dryad, and dance a ho-down with him, but i don't know if i would ever be able to find one who would trust me enough.

rasta-kitty
my good old friend "suave" gave me a bike yesterday. it is so nice to be able to go for bike rides now. but, the best part about having this bike is that it led to me finding my cat, bridget (or as i like to call her, rasta-kitty). i was fixing my bike up in my driveway, and i kept hearing meowing. so, i'm looking around, and i see a dirty white paw sticking out from my next door neighbors garage. stupid cat! my dumb cats are always getting locked in people's garages. you'd think that they would learn. a few days ago, marie was over, and i told her that bridget was missing for over a week, and marie proceeded to freak out, thinking that i was talking about my friend in new paltz, bridget. haha!

mama zing zing
i'm listening to farmhouse right now, and i've decided that first tube is my new favorite song. it's so much fun to see live. they opened with it the first night of radiocity. it was the first time i had even ever heard the song. i love this band! i can't help it, they are just too good. i'm so sick of hearing people bitch about them, though. there are too many bitter heads out there that are always saying shit like how much better they were, and how much cooler the scene was. i agree that they were really awsome, but i think that they keep growing and changing and that's a good thing, not a bad thing. i also agree that the scene does suck, but it is so easy to separate yourself from it. there are a lot of really great people at shows. there are groups of people, like the phunky bitches, and ck5. there are loads of others, too. these people are great. they do good things and help people out, and have a good time. i've been real lucky, and been able to see some really great shows recently. i'm so thankful for that, not just because of the music, but for the all of there really amazing people that i've met. i know that some of these friendships will last forever. there are so many great people out there at shows, that the scene really can't be as bad as people say it is. i'm also sick of hearing shit about farmhouse. lots of kids are saying that it is too poppy. i don't agree. i mean, some songs are pretty poppy, but no more so than hoist or nectar. i don't know who the hell rolling stone thinks they are saying that phish doesn't know how to funk.

punky
i love my hair! i've missed having it short. it's so much fun! i can still do the smelly hippy thing, but i can also bust out in red pleather pants. lovely lisa has nicknamed me punky, and she says that katie is dead. she's a funny one! it's great, though, this whole new world has opened for me. it's nice to have my comfy deadbeats hippy world, but sometimes it's nice to break free from there, and do new things, and meet new people. last night, this really cute punk boy with his septum pierced kissed me. it's so wonderful having this whole new world of boys open to me. boys that katie never would've been interested in, and who wouldn't be interested in katie. but punky...now that's another story.

hey dave...
i discovered a new favorite game to play. it's called, "hey dave, what color is this?" it's fun, cuz dave is color blind, and can't tell the difference between dark greens, blues, and purples. hours of non-stop amusement.

spontaneous partying
well, back in new paltz for an entire week already. i don't know what it is about this town. i've never lived in a crazier place. deadbeats on monday was just really funny, for reasons i can't say. last week's solar flare called lisa back into town. i don't know what it is about that girl, but craziness is sure to follow us around. i guess that's just a part of the magic that is hat posse. crazines is sure to follow an army of girls in muffin hats. thursday night was really insane, though, even for my little world. my apartment is probably the coolest place to live in town. you can crawl out any of the windows, and there is a roof you can hang out on, and it is right in the heart of town. so, thursday, we start off the evening with a bottle of captain's, and a party spontaneously broke out. not one phone call was made, but 20-30 people were chillin' on the roof by the end of the night.

take josh... please!
i've said it before, and i'll say it again, titles suck! they always screw things up. they force you into a specific role, that might not be right. it's like you become that title, or more like the title becomes you. take josh... please! hahaha just kidding, but serriously, take josh. things with us were great, until we decided that we were boyfriend and girlfriend. then, shit just got fucked up. every time i was around him, i was pissed at him for something. it was "girlfriend" that i would turn into, which i guess means "bitch." it was bad and unhealthy. a few days ago, we decided to take away those silly titles, and just be us and have fun, and be in love. now, things are so wonderful! my last night in jersey was great! we got all goopy because i was drunk, then we took a nice shower. i don't think that we ever showered together as "boyfriend" and "girlfriend." i just felt so great and giddy and happy. i never felt that way with those titles. life is too short for the bs. keep it out. i don't ever want to be that much of bitch to someone i love as much as josh. it's just not right.

radio city
if you look real close, under the "u" in the sign, you can see little-katie dancin' away. rock-on!

dangle for me baby!
this is for my goddess, marie, and our tom cruise lovin' selves. oh-yeah! you can dangle over me and feed me grapes any day!

wedding
i don't know why, but hanging out on my wonderful porch last night, with marie, and diego, i figured out exactly what i want my weding to be like, that is if i ever get married...
there are going to be two ceremonies, a pagan one first the night before i have the one for my parents and everyone else. the pagan one will start around midnight on the night before the summer solstice, and will primarily involve all of my goddesses. we will stay up all night singing and dancing and feasting and making crowns and wreaths out of wild flowers, then at dawn, in a really beautiful sunrise spot, i'll have a ceremony for my parents and everyone else. i'm going to make my own dress, and all of the dresses for my girls. they are all going to walk me down the isle, even though i'm sure there will be more girls than boys, but why does there have to be the same amount. every little kid that i know is going to be in the wedding, blowing bubbles, and throwing flowers, and fairy dust. i'll make cute little fairy outfits for them. then, after the second ceremony, we'll sleep for a while, then have a huge party at sunset. now all i need is a stupid boy.