Windshield wipers-

New journal.

heilman .

Comment to be added.

♥

so Christian called me. and apparently.
he walks into Kaldi's after school. and Heidi's sitting there with some chick. and she tells the chick not to talk to Christian because he is a "sex fiend" and will "rape you".
then proceeds to say "Kat's selfish. all she thinks about is herself. she dumped me because i disagreed with her."
uhhhh.
no.
i dumped her because:

1. she was clingy as hell.
2. she was clingy as hell.
3. i just plain got sick of her.
4. i don't do relationships. she was lucky i went out with her to begin with.
5. she was clingy as hell.
6. she said she loved me about 3 or 4 days into the relationship.
7. she was hugging me while i was trying to punch coen in the kidney.
8. she's dumb.


that's about it.
okay.
she needs to uh. let's see. not talk shit about me and my friends.
that'd be nice.

man.
my head hurts.

i wish i had a weekend.
:(

i had some weird dream.
and my dad was kevin nealon.
and dustin was asleep on my couch.
and we had weird little annoying dogs.
and cheeze's cat had fallen asleep on a cigarette.
and my mom had forks in her pocket.
and leah thompson was in a cage. (open. promise.)
haha.
it was weird.

ahhhhh

okay i should pass out from the codine in about 5 minutes.
but til then. i'm updating.

so i go to urgent care because i was still all sick.
and they're like "it's either bronchitis or pneumonia. either way, this will fix it." and give me a prescription for Zithromax or something.

and my temperature went up mass. it's 100.9. haha.
i never get a temperature.
my normal, healthy one is like 97.6 or so.
so uh.
ahhhhh!

i feel dead.
and i have to pee.

bye now.

PITY ME.

so uh.
i stayed home sick today.
whenever i go anywhere, i guess there's some heart rate-oxygen need-breathy function there that makes me have to breathe a TINY bit more. then i go back to bed. sit down. 2 minutes later.
coughing fit.
jsadf;ilkdmf
this is no fun.

and i'm terribly dizzy. this is the first i've been able to function all day. the rest of the time, i would try to read something or watch t.v. and my eyes wouldnt focus right and would wander off. haha.

i have a fever of 99.8 degrees farenheit.
my eyelids are sweating i think.

there go my weekend plans.
sorry, dustin!
unless i get better really fast.
which probably won't happen.


who wants to make me fake chicken noodle soup?

this is a basic explanation.

MsTendervittles: oh my god. my parents come home and start yelling at me for not doing my geometry homework. mr walters emailed my mom. wtf. and mom's like "i'm disgusted with you. you disgust me. blah blah blah" and i'm crying and i'm already sick, and then dad's like "if you don't do better in school this year, you're going to McAuley." which is a fucking all girls catholic school in finneytown.
MsTendervittles: uniforms and shit.

yeah. i'm fucking crying still. and i was sick all day but stayed at school anyway. if i breathe in too far, my entire chest hurts, and my entire throat hurts, also. so uh. sobbing plus that dont go well together. fucking hell. and my nose is all stuffy. and i've had a migraine for two days straight that darvocet doesn't cure.

i feel like i'm dying.

i keep coughing up shit and almost puking.

and apparently if i don't do better in school reallllyyy soon, i can't go to homecoming. oh, i'm crushed.
saves me 25 bucks.
only reason i was going is so i had an excuse to make a dress.

fuck them. i'm so sick of this shit. and sick in general.

i need a cigarette.

FUCK.

so i got to hang out with dustin today. finally. he's sitting right next to me.
his mom's gay and won't let him spend the night cause it's a school night.
GAY.
GAY.
GAY.
x 57098471430928.

i missed him so bad.
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

i'll kill her.

so uh.
school was okay i guess.
mr walters hates me.
i raised my hand with an answer, and while i'm frantically waving it around and he's looking right at me, he's like "so. anybody know the answer? annnyyyone at all." -pause-
"anyone."
and he writes the answer on the board. like i don't exist.
fuckin bastard.

oh well.
the end.

so yesterday, at about 6 pm, i headed over to cheeze's house.
she wanted me and her boyfriend to know each other and such, and her family was having a super ultra hick labor day, cornhole playin, smirnoff drinkin, but scratchin party.
woo
so i hung out with cheeze and her boyfriend and 2 of her 870198273401298347 cousins, nickolas and brandon.
fun stuff.
we went to the WEBN fireworks annnddddd.
well. this was the hilite of the night.

we're walking from where we parked to the street where everyone was super crowded to watch the fireworks, and these three kids knocked over a trash can.
the cop makes them clean it all up and blah blah blah.
okay, one of the guys was really drunk. and starts running.
the cop tazes him.
well. he missed.
and hit cheeze's boyfriend.
hahaha.
and the guy's all running and the cop's chasing him and they're running in circles and the cop grabs him by the shirt and the guy punches the cop right in the jaw and the cop's hat flies off. and the cop tries to taze him again. with no avail.
and the guy's there, punching the cop and the cop's getting out his beaty stick thing and cheeze and i are there gathering up her little 5 year old cousins and trying to make sure they don't get hit by the tazer. hahaha.
then one of her uncles (drunk as hell) is like "you know, apparently when you get tazed, it's supposed to make you fart real bad." cheeze's boyfriend and are proceed to make fart noises the rest of the night because we are 7 year old boys.

we go back to the house and all that and after a really long time, manage to get the kids to bed and i slept on her floor. woo.

got up today, and cheeze made her boyfriend (who was picking her up to go to the movies) take me home.
went to ludlow.
got some hair dye to redo my hairs.
got a green tea at sitwells.
walked home.
died.

so uh. i just had the shittiest day ever.
it was made better by johnson and miranda and her awesome little 5 year old brother that sometimes talks with a country accent at random, though.

so uh. went home 2 bells early from school yesterday. i was all sick and shit. took a 4 hour nap. woke up at like 630. couldnt sleep til like 1.
got up at 7am today. took a darvocet.
to counteract that, drank tonnnnnssss of coffee.
was jittery.
and peeing a lot.

Shitty thing #1:
then, while going to an assembly, Mr. Samis comes up to me, and this is the basic conversation
Samis: where were you for the first five days of my class?
Me: i transferred to Walters.
Samis: yes, but that was the 6th day. where were you the first five days?
Me: i transferred to Walters.
Samis: yes, but where were you for my class?
Me: i wasn't there.
Samis: but where were you?
Me: i transferred to Walters.
Samis: i know, but that was the 6th day. where were you the first five days specifically?
Me: i wasn't there.

3 minutes later.

Samis: yes, but where you the first five days of my class?
Me: i transferred to Walters.
Samis: WHATEVER. i'm writing you up for cutting class.
Me: i dare you. -walks away.-

so that was shitty thing #1. i'm getting ISS.
i don't think i can hold still that long. to sit in a room quietly and everything. ADHD, motherfuckers.

Shitty thing #2:
i dumped heidi. she wasn't thrilled.

Shitty thing #3:
i was outside at lunch and caroline decides it's time i give her a piggy back ride without my consent, and as she's jumping on me and swinging her arms around my neck (with her hands in fists apparently), she ends up punching me, and my lip's all bleeding.
shit.
ow.
punched her in the kidney and upper intestines.

Shitty thing #4:
as i was about to go in school early after this lunchtime incident, seeing as how i needed to piss, go to my locker, and get up to the 5th floor in 4 minutes if i didn't go in early, moose was trying to open a sprite can.
as he's doing this, someone bumps into him, and it explodes all over my legs and feet.
nice. sticky. feet. for. gym.
so i proceeded to punch him. and smack him "upside the head".
christian seemed amused.

Shitty thing #5:
the bell starts ringing in the middle of this. so i didn't have my books for:

Shitty thing #6:
History. or.

Shitty thing #7:
Geometry.

Shitty thing #8:
and i still had to pee.

Shitty thing #9:
i had gym. in general.

Shitty thing #10:
i got on the bus after school and Kaldi's, and there were no seats. had to stand and hold on to a pole for a bit.
Old Guy: you don't have a place to sit?
Me: nope.
Old Guy: how about right here! -points to crotch with both hands and winks-.
Me: i'd prefer not to. thank you.
Old Guy: -still pointing at crotch a couple minutes later-.
2 random other old guys moved apart and gave me a seat so mr. dude guy wouldn't bug me. motherfucker.

End Shitty things.

hung out with johnson and had a very long talk with him at Sitwells. :)
good stuff.
made me feel better.

so uh.
school was school.

i'm pissed i ever changed my fucking schedule. i now have 5th bell study hall with a bunch of stupid little black girls and cheeze's cousin that i hate. brendan.
it's so dumb. i hate that shit. i was about to just leave and go to lunch.
oh wait. i did. hah. bitches.
for like ten minutes, anyway.

i wish i went to virtual. i hate getting up. ever. especially at 7:30. or 7:00. if i actually shower. gjgo;ialkmfewiulkdfms;lfeoajreovm
-dies-

i've been cold all day. even without air conditioning. and it's hella hot out. so uh. yeah. it's strange.

i kind of have to pee.

haha.
so apparently caity and maara are going to have a contest to see who smells the worst after 3 weeks without showering or shaving anything (as the presence of hair creates a nice place for bacterias.)
can't wait to see this.
:)

uuhhhh

i miss sara and dustin.

i'm used to seeing them. all the time. mostly i see dustin bunches. or something. idk...
i think school happening is just freaking me out.
i'm not used to not being able to hang out with people whenever the hell i want.

i got my schedule all fixed so i actually have my classes in the right places. WOO.

so i left school. and. it was pouring down rain. walked like 7-10 minutes to my bus stop. stood there for like 3 minutes. completely drenched. soppy shoes and all. call dad. he comes and picks me up 20 minutes later.
because if i'd taken the 17, i would have been on ludlow. and then taken 15-20 minutes to walk home. fjdkamlsmfecm;sda

funnnnn.

my hair's still drenched from like 4:00.
gah.

ahhhh
okay
so
why don't people understand that when i TELL THEM I DON'T LIKE THEM, IT MEANS I DON'T FUCKING LIKE THEM.
'get over it'
i'll kill that kid.

he's fucked.

anyway.
so today went alright.
i survived gym class once again.
etc.
nothing really exciting. there was this weird lady on the bus that kept looking at people's asses as they walked by.
it was weird.

then i saw these pigeons.
they were eating vomit on the sidewalk.

seriously.

my wisdom tooth is coming in on my left side of my mouth. AND IT HURTS LIKE A FUCKING BITCH. seriously it hurts so bad.
now i know why little fucking kids cry all the time.
this shit hurts.

okay bye now.

so uhm.

hung around the house til like 4 watching t.v.- that new show on showtime "weeds" which is amazing by the way watch it or i'll kill you in a very gruesome fashion. unless you don't have cable. then uh. sorry.
then mom's like "let's go thrifting all the way out in evendale!"
so we went.
and i got things. :)
and then we went to subway.
yay.

mom got me super cool pretzels with extra soy in them.

so mom explains rome as "they keep conquering everywhere and when they conquer them, they make them kiss their shit cause they're better than them."

oh. okay.

shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshisthishisshtiolksajfkeflksdjfo4ileakjrngiueoufdgh;lsajdkf JORE;ILAKJFPO;DLMD;OAEPSIOFKLFDJLKJSA;JKA49OWEKRMLAKDMV,VXCV



fucking hell.

jocelyn's most likely going to fucking 20/20.

i WILL NOT LET ALL MY FRIENDS GO TO FUCKING JAIL.

one more of you fuckers end up in/probably going to be in juvi, i don't know what the fuck i'll do.





except i guess find out when visiting hours are.

so.

i shouldn't have let sara and dustin go with sara's mom last night.
i thought everything was fine.


fuckin po-pos.

it was a TRAP


motherfuckers.

i feel bad for letting them go. should have known.

so uh.

we're 'together.'

"you're my girlfriend and you're an amazing person oh by the way i have a crush on your best friend."

is pretty much it.

uh.

thanks, heidi.

nice to know that.

poor dustin.

fuck, why would she tell me? seriously? how does that make sense.

WHAT.





so uh. sara's mom called the cops on her.
shit.
uhm.
going now.
wtf.
wtf.
wtf.

so uh. who has a bob the builder watch AAAANNNDDD a girlfriend? -points to self-
-doesn't point to you.-

because you have no bob the builder watch.


that's why.

so i have 3 book reports to do before 9th bell tomorrow. if i don't finish them. my weekend will go away.
i love sparknotes.
for real. cause. even though i read the books. all of them. i can never remember what happened.
so. summarize, analyze theme, write random bullshit that we're pretending was a "reading log".
not too difficult.

i can do that.

i have a pot of coffee. that's why.

so. i had my first real whole go out to eat official "date" tonight.
with Heidi.

we went from school to the library and looked for shit and talked to some guy about dyslexia for like a half hour. and no one would give us the damn book we needed.
then we went outside and tried to work on school shit.
didn't work too well.
haha.
then we got hungry and ran around downtown for like an hour.

then went to the bus station.

jesus christ. this lady came up to me almost fucking crying and talking about how she lived in new york and her husband was abusive and she came to ohio to escape him and then all her shit disappeared between people stealing it off of her and her sons selling all her shit and like. you could tell she really had had money and shit. she had one of those really expensive purses and shit. and she tried to go to the drop in center (place for homeless people to sleep) so she could get a good night's sleep and figure all her shit out. and on her way. she'd almost gotten mugged/raped/beat up and all this shit cause of the people around there and (she starts crying at this point) she went to the cops and shit and they had the fucking nerve to tell her that they couldn't do anything for her til 9 the next morning and that she should sleep in fountain square because it's safer than other places. WHAT. so she talks so some lady that tells her where she could get a 10 dollar motel room and she was soooo embarassed to ask people for money. and so i gave her a dollar because otherwise i wouldn't have had any bus money. shit. i would have given her the ten fucking bucks if i'd had it.

and she leaves to go figure her shit out.

and Heidi and i just sit there all quiet for a little bit. and then i start fucking crying. because i felt so terrible for her. and for not being able to do anything. god... and Heidi's just there like hugging me and petting my head and telling me the lady'd be okay. but oh my god. i felt so terrible.

so we got on the 17 and talked to some ghetto chicks and the bus driver smelled bad. and we got off at sitwells. and go in there. and run into Mr. B.
he and ms koch broke up... poor darling. i gave him a big hug. <3 he really is the best teacher i've ever had. he's an amazing person.

so Heidi and i are walking to our table and she said something about how she'd never been on a real date. and i'm like "well. this will be our first real date. officially."
and so it was.

♥

1st day of school.

study hall- played the "guess what their major is" game. i won. :)

writing- lenning asked us something about what all we'd written over the summer. hah. as if writing majors write without force.

chemistry- not too bad. the guy's nice.

skipped geo- sooooo lunch. drama. drama.

real lunch bell- uh. drama for a bit. then it was fine.

...gym- "we're going to play touch football, dodgeball, kickball, blahblahblahblahblah ballllllssss"

history- fucking ms. thomas is scary as shit. she was yelling the whole time and calling herself a negro.

english- decent. some chick puked. then ran to the bathroom. i took the pass to go to the office to get a janitor, and i go in the hall and there are 2 more GIGANTIC puddles of it. hahaha. ohhhh man.

then went up to ludlow. hung out places. dustin showed up, hung with him.
he's not coming back to scpa. they changed their minds. again.
he's goin to virtual. as is sara, i think. which is good. because afterward, he can take a short walk to ludlow and i can take the 17 from school and we can hang out after school all the time. :) good stuff.

i was scared he was gonna go to west high. ew.

i should sleep.

school starts tomorrow....

god.

i do NOT want to go.

my mom told me to skip geometry. because i got samis again. and he's a bitch. and last year told my mom that "everyone fails geometry the first year." maybe in his class? but UH not anyone else.
he's a terrible teacher.
decent man.
terrible teacher. if your entire class is failing. you're doing something wrong. not the students.

so i'm supposed to try not to get caught skipping. haha.
sweet. and if i do, mom can't be mad. she told me to.

yessss.

i dunno. we'll see how everything goes. i hate how hot the school is. i wish we had a/c. :(

there'd better be new people worth seeing. god. or people i already know worth seeing.
speaking of people worth seeing, dustin's coming back to scpa. something changed. i dunno. haha. good stuff. makes me happy.