In the Life of a Mastermind

Updates Travel in Pairs

2005-09-29T09:13:42Z

I was supposed to do this a while ago. I liked this too - it was a bit refreshing from the same old quizzes and what not. I put asteriks next to the statements that I have in common with the person before me. Then I changed the other ones such that they describe me.

1. Last year for halloween, I stuffed my face with Chipotle.
2. I got my gown sleeve caught on a banister at my high school graduation.
3. **I have painted my fingernails black.**
4. **I organize my pens and pencils according to colour instead of brand/style.**
5. **I have watched every episode of at least one tv series.**
6. My favorite word for vagina is "kitty".
7. **Sometimes, I cry for no apparent reason.**
8. For some reason, I tend to embarrass myself when I am waiting in line.
9. I tend to plan ahead in order to maintain some control in my life.
10. I haven't seen my favorite band live because they're pretty much extinct (and pretty much Austrailian).
11. I have made out with people you wouldn't have expected.
12. I have never had a cocktail.
13. I have no piercings.
14. I work for Residential Life, and they own my soul.
15. I have pretended to be a jerk to pretend to be cool.
16. **I have more ink than piercings.** (My pen collection is enormous!)
17. My glasses are extremely thick.
18. I've never drank a six-pack of beer.
19. **I need to wash me hair... BAD**
20. **I CAN'T play Queen’s “Another one Bites the Dust” on the bass**
21. My best friend is practically non-existant.
22. **I am a firm believer that if things don't work out once, they can't be made to work out a second time**
23. I have never played strip poker.
24. I hate the bug-infested Brady Fountain.
25. **I have flown on a plane before.**
26. During one of those flights, I went to Orlando.
27. The first alcoholic drink was after prom.
28. My favorite ice cream is anything with chocolate chips.
29. **I have mastered the art of school-skipping.**
30. I never got in trouble in high school. I was such a teacher's pet.
31. I think my family is fine.
32. I love pets, but don't currently have one.
33. I name pets after musicial notations.
34. **I'm in love w/ my own ass**
35. Most people think I'm shy, but that's just because they don't know me.
36. **My name has been in the newspaper before.**
37. I am currently reading a book about how to survive a zombie attack.
38. I need to find some time to myself.
39. **I own a season of a TV show on DVD.**
40. I have a love/hate relationship with Valentine's Day.
41. I wear stuff that my parents used to own.
42. I have lied to everyone in my life at least once.
43. **I realize that the high school social hierarchy was a waste of my time.**
44. I want to get a tattoo eventually, and it's definitely Mario-related.
45. I'm in love with pirates.
46. I'm buying myself an iPod for my 21st birthday.
47. I name body parts.
48. I don't have a car.
49. I'm buying a hybrid, dammit!
50. I don't like my first name (I actually prefer Kate).
51. When I grow up, my house is going to be well-decorated.
52. I know more than any person ever should about Fruits Basket.
53. **I have written a story.**
54. I'm attracted to songs that use flats and sharps in the chorus.
55. I want several children.
56. **I have friends in college that I miss a lot.**
57. My room smells like poo.
58. My high school and college have the same spirit colors.
59. **I am the oldest sibling.**
60. My older relatives sometimes call me by my aunt's name.
61. I have stayed up all night talking to someone I barely knew.
62. I have caught the bouquet at a wedding.
63. About 50% of my shirts were free in some way.
64. My friend and I pretend we're in a chemistry-related video game ("Meth lab!").
65. Robots will run the world some day.
66. I would like to adopt children.
67. **I have painted a picture.**
68. **I would die for a stranger.**
69. I wish my eyes were lighter.
70. **I have done things I am not proud of.**
71. I have pregnant lady cravings (pickles, mainly).
72. **I love grocery shopping.**
73. **I get frequent panic attacks in Walmart.**
74. I have kissed random people at random times.
75. I considered being a vegitarian, but I can't part ways with seafood.
76. I walk around in my pajamas all the time.
77. I love tomato soup.
78. **I wish I could use chopsticks w/o ppl thinking i'm a poser**
79. **I HATE cars that are missing one hubcap.**
80. I actually researched the story behind Coheed and Cambria a few years ago.
81. I have been in an apartment complex that was once a mental institution.
82. I sing my heart out on every song, whether or not I know the words, or whether or not I even like the song.
83. I have mixed feelings about suicide.
84. **I read a lot of books.**
85. **I am incredibly critical.**
86. I don't have many female friends.
87. I am very good at random trivia.
88. Sleep is highly overrated.
89. **I ALWAYS sing Bum-bum-Bum whenever I hear "Sweet Caroline".**
90. When we were bored in high school, we'd leave class to visit other teachers (teacher's pet, remember?).
91. **A cartoon has brought me to tears.**
92. I am scared of zombies.
93. I'd like to think I'm highly literate.
94. I have gone to Disney World several times.
95. **I really do like to dance.**
96. When I die, I want my money to go to charity.
97. I have an obsession with Mountain Dew.
98. Making out is essential to relationships, not just sex.
99. **I only have pride for mizzou when I visit other schools.**
100. **I cannot wait for something big to happen.**

No Talking in the Library!

2005-09-29T07:54:53Z

I tried to go to bed early. Honestly, I did. But, here it is. 2:30 in the morning. And I'm wide awake. Why? Because my floor doesn't know how to shut the hell up. I'm so tired of yelling at people, writing them up, and practically mothering them. It's times like these I hate my job. Being an authority figure, and a confrontional one at that, is difficult. I knew coming into this that it was going to be challenging - no doubt about that. But I feel like I have no support, and that just magnifies the intensity tri-fold.

Before the summer, I imagined my life would be completely different. I don't know what I was expecting, but it wasn't this. I feel so out of place. I know I can be a leader. But put me with 12 other leaders, and I just kind of fall by the wayside. My accomplishments are so overshadowed by the massive achievements of others that I feel ignored. And all I want to do is sleep, dammit.

I suppose I chose now, of all times, to update because I feel the need to spread around the misery. If I can't get support, or even sympathy, out of my co-workers, then I feel like I can get it here. Why else do people keep a journal? This week, and the last, has been exceptionally bad. I keep forgetting the simplest things and messing up the simplest tasks. Perhaps it's a sign of overload; maybe it's a sign of stress. Either way, I need a break. I need to get away for a bit. And, if the floor self-destructs while I'm gone, so be it.

kmg8b4 @ 2005-07-08T00:58:00

2005-07-08T06:11:40Z

I always thought that I would pay more attention to my journal during the summer. Ah, how wrong I was! I suppose it's a combination of various factors, but mainly my slow computer and my slower days. I do nothing except eat, sleep, and read. You know you've lost your soul when you clean the house for fun. Sickening, really.

Speaking of reading, I started The Dark Tower series by Stephen King. Despite numerous recommendations, I never had a great interest. I felt the books were too much fantasy - unicorns and the likes. But, I regret starting so late in the summer. I don't think I'm going to make it through the series before I have to leave again for Columbia. It's a wonderful story, and there isn't a single unicorn in the whole thing!

However, reading and watching movies always seem to affect me, and it gets rather tiresome. I get drawn into the plots so deeply, that I often wish for the perfection that's portrayed in the story. You know, happy relationships, ever-strong friendships, and even a loyal dog. Everything seems so serene and neat, and it's hard not to want that. Of course, when everything is going right in their world, it's just foreshadowing for something terribly tragic. Like someone being stuffed into a cheese grater. That I can do without.

I Want to Be a Praying Mantis

2005-06-30T04:47:11Z

While writing an e-mail to a friend, I discovered young mantids are called nymphs. Cheers to biologists!

And ... Breathe

2005-05-23T04:29:56Z

I've been out of school for a week and I'm starting to settle comfortably into my semi-depressed summer state. People don't understand why I feel this way; they equate being free from school with freedom. With me, it's a different story. Here, I'm under the watchful eye of my parents, basically stuck here until someone rescues me. It's pitiful, really. Anyway, I'm slowing starting to find ways to amuse myself, so we'll see. I'm going shopping with Elizabeth on Monday, so it'll be somewhat of a pick-me-up.

As anyone given you an insult wrapped up as a compliment, or vice versa? It sucks because I never know how to respond. For instance, when I was at the doctor's office on Thursday, the nurse led me to a scale. She started really low when weighing me, almost to draw out my agony. Finally, when the scale balanced out, she said "Oh, my." Oh my? Damn. Then she quickly gained back her composure with an "Where are you keeping all that?" Geez, lady. I would like to say in my breasts, but we all know how I fair in that department. Way to prep me for an awesome experience with Dr. Dewey. I appreciate that.

Anyone who's fairly close to me knows my issue with my weight. I don't like it, and I don't want it. I've tried to implement a new diet/exercise program this summer. And, by program, I mean I'm trying to do what every human should do: exercise and eat less sweets. We'll see how that goes. I hate all of it, but it's starting to get ridiculous. I'm going to have to be in a swimsuit around my boyfriend's family, and I don't want them to see my cottage cheese. Surely, Manny deserves a fit, if not skinny, girlfriend. Bah, I think I'm going to eat more of my shake.

kmg8b4 @ 2005-05-03T02:03:00

2005-05-03T07:04:18Z

American Cities That Best Fit You:

60% Austin

55% Atlanta

55% Miami

50% Washington, DC

45% Chicago

Which American Cities Best Fit You?

kmg8b4 @ 2005-03-31T14:18:00

2005-03-31T20:25:13Z

You know, hypocrites drive me crazy. I'm sure everyone's one to some degree, but some are so blatant about it. I don't know, maybe I'm an idealist. Or a hippie. People are so mean to one another for no good reason. Please. If you're fighting with someone all the time, just stop hanging out with them. Erase them from your life. That also requires the balls to stop drawing out the argument yourself (ie saying/doing things to perpetuate the situation). Seriously, it's all about the Golden Rule. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. However corny that is. I hear you, Jason (even though I don't know anything about that argument - who knows, maybe it's legit).

Ah, spring break!

2005-03-26T07:36:24Z

Hmm, I started out thinking that I was going to write some huge magnificent piece on some random thing, but now that I started, I don't exactly remember what that thing was. We'll just ponder on it for a while.

If I had a band, I would totally name it Stereoisomer.

Spring break is almost over, and I have proven to be extremely unproductive again. I had a whole list of things I wanted to accomplish over break (like, ten chapters to read in various subjects), and I've gotten one task accomplished. One. Two, if you count refraining from killing a family member, but that's a day-to-day challenge. Mum hasn't been getting on my case too much lately, minus the fact she's noticed I've put on weight. Like, ten pounds since the beginning of the school year in August. I'm actually unable to fit into some clothes I have, and I can't even begin to tell you how upset I am about it. For as long as I can remember, I've never horizontally outgrown clothes. A few select items in my wardrobe (I won't say what) I have worn since fifth or sixth grade. Honestly, my body hasn't changed much since then. But life after mono has been extremely lazy, and I willingly admit I am at fault. But having my mother bring attention to it doesn't help, especially the psychological aspect. It's bad enough eating around her. I mean, ever since she lost weight by going on a low-carb diet (doctor prescribed because she's pre-diabetic), she thinks she's a food guru. She's always telling me (me, who's still about 75 lighter than her) what to eat. The other day she confronted me about the mashed potatoes and noodles I wanted to eat because they had "too many carbs to eat together in one meal". Yes, let me just dip into the leftover cornbeef and gravy-drenched potatoes. Sounds like a plan. Grrr. I believe what exasperates me the most is that she would rather me (or her, depending on the case) save money than make healthy choices. For example, she baked fish nuggets the other day - needless to say, they tasted like shit. So, she offered to pick up some McDonald's. I told her I wanted a small fry, and nothing else. She came back with a large fry because it was only a dime more. In another instance, we went to a new Chinese buffet. Apparently the check was higher than expected, so she told us to eat our money's worth, ignoring the fact that we said we were full on numerous occasions. Things like that. It could be worse around here, I know.

I used to be in a band called The Popsicle Dicks. Score two points if you knew that.

Anyway, I'm going to hit the hay and dream of going back to CoMO. I miss you guys! Especially Sammy. ;)

By the by, I don't think I'm going to remember what I was going to talk about. Sorry if I wasted your time.

kmg8b4 @ 2005-03-21T19:19:00

2005-03-22T01:20:04Z

Man, I drank raw milk, and I didn't die. Score one for me!

kmg8b4 @ 2005-03-10T14:33:00

2005-03-10T20:33:51Z

WTF?

Seriously, can this be any weirder?

My To-Do List

2005-03-07T23:43:11Z

Monday:

Create and put up desk bulletin board
Redesign the Discovery t-shirt
Study chapter five in organic chemistry
Meet with communications group to organize cable pitch
Read assignments for Peers

Tuesday:

Pitch our cable company
Find thirty sources for Social Problems class research paper
Correct Spanish composition
Study chapter six in organic chemistry
Create and put up floor government bulletin board
Design agenda for STAR meeting
Solidify Peers outline with Mike

Wednesday:

Take organic chemistry test
Turn in Spanish composition
Turn in sources for Social Problems research paper
Run/present outline for STAR meeting
Practice Peers presentation with Mike

Thursday:

Work
Present Peers outline

kmg8b4 @ 2005-03-01T02:21:00

2005-03-01T08:22:19Z

-Perfect- You're the perfect girlfriend. Which
means you're rare or that you cheated :P You're
the kind of chick that can hang out with your
boyfriend's friends and be silly. You don't
care about presents or about going to fancy
placed. Hell, just hang out. You're just happy
being around your boyfriend.

What Kind of Girlfriend Are You?
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kmg8b4 @ 2005-03-01T01:47:00

2005-03-01T07:48:29Z

You Belong in 1967

1967

If you scored...

1950 - 1959: You're fun loving, romantic, and more than a little innocent. See you at the drive in!

1960 - 1969: You are a free spirit with a huge heart. Love, peace, and happiness rule - oh, and drugs too.

1970 - 1979: Bold and brash, you take life by the horns. Whether you're partying or protesting, you give it your all!

1980 - 1989: Wild, over the top, and just a little bit cheesy. You're colorful at night - and successful during the day.

1990 - 1999: With you anything goes! You're grunge one day, ghetto fabulous the next. It's all good!

What Year Do You Belong In?

kmg8b4 @ 2005-03-01T01:40:00

2005-03-01T07:42:56Z

I have six friends, and that is sad.

P.S. That's six Live Journal friends. In real life, I have at least... geez.... seven.

kmg8b4 @ 2005-02-18T14:13:00

2005-02-18T20:39:55Z

You know, I always get so pissed when people disrespect my choice of not eating mammals. I get it all of the time, and still people don't understand. That's fine and dandy you enjoy it - to each his own. But I hope you would have the same respect for me. What brings all of this up is the fact that people at Plaza 900 blatantly disregard all aspects of vegetarianism and veganism. Everytime I ask for a veggie burger, hamburger pieces, juices or grease always ends up on it. It's unacceptable. Rollins and Eva J's don't have these problems - only Plaza. I think I'm going to write a letter. I understand that my dietary choice can be a pain for those preparing the food. But, hey, if you're going to offer vegetarian food, please KEEP it vegetarian.

Today, for instance, is a great day to model my letter after. Today is Friday during Lent, so Catholics are not supposed to eat meat. Therefore, this would affect them too. When I went up to the grill, I watched as the woman behind the counter constantly allowed the juice from the steamed Polish sausages drip onto the french fries as she put the sausage onto a bun. At one point, she was flinging the skins to the sides of the container, and a piece of skin got into the fries. When it was my turn, I asked for a veggie hot dog. She had run out. Okay, not her fault. She then asked me if I wanted a veggie burger. I, stupidly ignoring all past experiences with getting a veggie burger at Plaza, said yes. She, since they were frozen, decided to microwave it (something she told me out right that she wasn't supposed to do). She couldn't figure out how to microwave it, so on the grill it went. Despite her warnings to the young cook about keeping my burger away from all hamburger grease, he continually splashed meat juices on it, saying, "A little grease won't hurt." Tell that to someone with a deadly food allergy. I can see him placing a little bit of peanut butter in a dish, saying, "A little peanut butter won't hurt." Grrr. At Rollins, it's a different story. They have a designated area on the grill for all veggie products that's near the top, so meat products won't be placed above it (because it's a sloped grill, juices obviously run downhill). They have a separate spatula and cover. I can't see why Plaza can't do it. Along the same lines, things in the food hall that are called vegetarian are often stewed with beef broth (like the fried rice at Evil J's) or flavored with some sort of meat seasoning. Yes, I believe will write a letter indeed.

By the way, come see The Vagina Monologues tonight at Jesse Auditorium. It's five bucks. Doors open at seven for a seven-thirty performance.

kmg8b4 @ 2005-02-16T15:25:00

2005-02-16T21:25:20Z

The Goddess of Magic and Peace. You are a born
star. Always supportive and influential, you
the centre of attention and you are
exceptionally friendly. You are a classic
beauty.

Which gorgeous goddess are you? For girls! (breath taking pics!) NEW PICS!
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DAMN.

2005-02-16T21:18:02Z

Romantic movie! You probably won't star in a porno
anytime soon. You seem to be really into the
whole "love" thing...romantic sex
with perfumed sheets and candles all over the
place. You're probably a hopeless romantic. You
value sex and respect your partner too much to
do anything like porn. AWWWWWW! <3

What kind of porno would you star in?
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But, Mom! Everyone Else is Doing It!

2005-02-16T21:14:03Z

The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to Purgatory!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very High
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	High
Level 2 (Lustful)	Moderate
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Very Low
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Very Low
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Very Low
Level 7 (Violent)	Moderate
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Low
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Very Low

Take the Dante's Divine Comedy Inferno Test

kmg8b4 @ 2005-02-01T01:36:00

2005-02-01T07:37:42Z

Oh, thank God. My professor changed "Quizes" to "Quizzes" on WebCT. I can breathe now.

kmg8b4 @ 2005-01-24T14:14:00

2005-01-24T20:23:39Z

Yay! Katie is done with her classes for today! It's such a nice feeling to be free, but, oh, I'm going to pay for it on Wednesday. Having five classes and two meetings on one day is NOT fun. But, I guess I can't complain too much. I mean, I chose my schedule. Speaking of classes, how come I can't get away from the people in my high school? I always seem to have classes, especially Spanish, with former classmates. Most of which I didn't like or didn't talk too. For instance, Nicole Wiedner was in my Spanish class last semester, only to be replaced by Christine Fanger this semester. And, of course, Mike Carlisle will be in every one of my science classes from here on out. But, hey. We actually talk.

I got my purse back today. For someone with low self-esteem, it's hard going a weekend without make-up. However vain that sounds. I'm just glad my wallet wasn't in there.

Let's take a poll: Do you think my blatantness about anything and everything puts my friends off? A yes or no will suffice.

kmg8b4 @ 2005-01-23T20:04:00

2005-01-24T02:08:05Z

On WebCT, my cell bio professor misspelled "quizzes".

It's going to drive me crazy for the rest of the semester.

kmg8b4 @ 2005-01-22T00:15:00

2005-01-22T06:31:15Z

Today was an icky day. One of those days in which nothing seemed to go right. I stayed up way too late Thursday doing my Spanish homework, so naturally I was tired as hell today. I drifted during most of my classes. Perhaps it was due to my lack of sleep that I forgot my purse in Lefevre. I didn't realize it until I was enjoying my hour lunch with Matt. I could only swallow a few onion ring and a piece of garlic bread due to my extreme nervousness about my Spanish class. I reached for a piece of gum and found no purse. Boo. I started freaking out because I thought I had my wallet in it (ie my license, my social security card, and ATM card). I hauled it over to Lefevre, only to have to wait for the current class to get out so I could search under the seats. This meaning that I was going to be late for my Spanish class. By the time I found out that a) a girl had turned my purse into the office and b) everyone from the office was at lunch and I would have to wait until later to get my purse, it was 12:20. Too bad my class started at noon. Of course, it just so happens that I had homework due and we had a quiz today. I went back to my room to cry, and, unbelievably, my wallet was sitting atop my desk. Anyway, I proceeded to have a crap-tacular day until the evening or so.

So, what does the weekend hold for me? Unfortunately, nothing much. A lot of applications - a Carver learning community re-application, a financial aid application, maybe a student staff application. And a lot of reading. Already. Can you believe it? Since when did school become a priority? Bah.

kmg8b4 @ 2005-01-20T14:19:00

2005-01-20T20:25:17Z

Boo. I am severely disappointed that I can't post my schedule without having it getting all funky and out-of-line. The basic point of it was that I'm going to be highly unavailable this semester. Nineteen hours does that to you, I guess. So, I'm sorry. In advance.

Generally, I like my classes. At least three are easy A's, which is music to my ears. I heart A's. I'm taking some ... odd classes, at least for my major. Like Social Problems and Media Communication in Society. And, of course, I have my Peer Rape Educator class and work. I think it'll be busy, yet extremely gratifying. I hope. Speaking of the devil, I must cut this short. The desk needs me. Later, kids.

kmg8b4 @ 2005-01-02T16:43:00

2005-01-02T23:03:04Z

I have an idea: I think we should call New Year's Eve the Day of Great Truths. It's amazing to hear all the stories and secrets that come out as a means of purification before the New Year arrives. Of course, some of them are alcohol-induced, but that doesn't matter.

I got a wonderful surprise this weekend. Manny drove in from Kansas City on a whim to be with me on New Year's Eve. And how do I thank him? By allowing my extended family to force-feed him slides. Not pictures. Not videos. But slides. With a screen and projector. It's amazing to me that he hasn't run yet.

On a side note, I'd like to apologize for the amount of yelling I do while people are over at my house. It's not that I think slamming doors is bad, or blowing a Fischer-Price whistle is particularly annoying, or painfully loud action movies is maddening. Really. I'm just afraid of my mother and the wrath that will ensue after the fact. So, until I get some balls, sorry.

Recent conversation with my mom:

Mom: (walking into the den as I'm typing something on Live Journal)"Who are you talking to?"
Me: "No one."
Mom: "Then what are you doing?"
Me: "Typing."
Mom: "I thought you said you weren't talking to someone."
Me: "I'm not."
Mom: "Is it an e-mail?"
Me: "Not really."
Mom: "So, you're talking to someone. Who?"
Me: "Yeah, it's an e-mail."

Is it bad that this conversation bothered me? Am I irrational? Not only did I feel as if she was checking on me, but also the fact that she's so technologically illiterate is bothersome too. I think I'm going crazy. Eight more days until I am free once more.

kmg8b4 @ 2004-12-26T21:04:00

2004-12-27T03:08:46Z

Happy Boxing Day.

I hope everyone had a nice Christmas. Or Saturday, depending on your feelings toward the holiday. I received a few new Gamecube games, a CD, gift certificates (including Quizno's), and movies. If you want to be my new best friend, you can call my cell phone. It's working again. Kisses.