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Sunday. 5.6.07 2:58 pm
This will probably offend some people, seeing as how there aren't a lot of Christians on nuTang these days...

I was thinking about stereotypes. Like, trying to figure out where I fit. When you really think about it, I have traits from pretty much every possible group one can be grouped into. Except racial groups, because, well, I'm pretty white. Pale, too.

In reality, Sean was calling me emo because of a song that I listen to, but it all came down to the same thing. I had an epiphany.

I'm a Christian. I never thought about it until today, but...it's kind of it's own group. I mean, I'm pretty positive that other religions, like Buddhism stick out in society, but it's still kind of cool.

I finally found my group. Now I need to define it, make traits, and poke fun at emo kids. HA!

Not really.

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Monday. 4.30.07 9:58 pm
I have perfected the art of SNOOZING the alarm while still completely asleep. Ironically, my grades are improving dramatically.

I'm dating this chick, and it's pretty slick, but I couldn't rhyme to save my...

...neck. *ahem*

My myspace pictures are apperently awesome in the extreme. I love getting picture comments.

I don't have anything to really post, but I feel like posting anyway.

Katie really is an amazing person.
Too bad you'll probably never meet her.

Uh oh. Bio homework. I guess I have to cut this short. I was running out of stuff to throw out anyway.

EDIT: Unknown to Katie, I shall call her at 4:03 tomorrow morning exactly! Mwuahaha!

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Happy Birthday to Her!
Monday. 4.23.07 9:14 pm
Today is Katie's actual birthday. The only reason I'm really posting now is so that I can remember this for as long as nuTang thrives. I made her a little paper "medal" for being 15. Kind of a joke, but we taped it to her shirt and she wore it to CiCi's. Sarah came too. Mr. and Mrs. B didn't want pizza, so they went in a different eatery. Basically, we met some friends that I, personally, haven't seen since 8th grade. Katie and Sarah have, because they all go to the same school. Then the fun started.

Anyway, there was this rather creepy guy who works there. I guess he's okay, but MAN he has this pedophile vibe about him. Sarah and I sang to Katie, and when we were done, the guy comes by and says, "Me next!" -.-

Katie and Sarah went back to the bar for more food, whilst I munched on a crust and watched. The guy starts asked her questions, about who she was and how old she was. I started laughing rather loudly, and Katie pretty much glared my into more laughter. NO GLARE CAN THWART ME!

Later, the same guy came over with one of the girls who worked there, and they marched us all to the front of the eatery. There Katie was stood ON A CHAIR while the guy yelled at EVERYONE in the restaurant about How Katie Is Now Fifteen On This WonderFull Day, Can Everyone Please Sing Along. And he sang.

Not only that, but he had another employee come over even after that and sing in Spanish. The point is, Katie went through all of that, blamed me, and still forgave me. HA!

Yes, this is mostly for the benefit of myself and the birthday girl. Comments not really expected. Also, I had a new idea for a shirt. In shorthand, broken heart, broken stomach, sad and hungry. I doubt anyone will steal this, but if they do, then it's go time!

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Weekends are bummers
Sunday. 4.22.07 10:31 pm
Mom left Tuesday on a work trip, so my brother and I slept over at John Patrick's house on Tuesday, Wednesday, and we ate dinner on Thursday, when Mom got back late. On Friday after school we got picked up by Ian’s mom, and we stayed over until Sunday.

On Saturday the host family went to help out at a Special Olympics swim meet, and Sean and I helped out. My events ended subor fast, so we had two hours to kill. We were going to a party at one. Ian and I left for a while, ran to the elementary school down the road, and used the extensive playground equipment as an obstacle course. After thirty minutes or so, we went back, hung out for a while longer, than grabbed a ride and drove to FATZ Café for a birthday party. My girlfriend’s birthday party. She’s also known as Katie or Unicornasaurus. I’m pretty excited about the whole thing. So, excuse me for being slightly or extensively obsessed for a post. Or two. And please, let’s not mention the others, because I know someone will. Halleluiah, amen, you are dismissed. (WARNING: THOUGH THE FOLLOWING IS WELL WRITTEN AND THEREFORE ENTERTAINING TO READ, IT IS A BIT LONG.)

So, the party was…probably one the most awesome ever. There were two boys-Ian and me. And twelve girls. Personally, there was only one that mattered, but Ian had eleven chicks to entertain. We needed three tables; so obviously, I and Ian sat at different tables. Haha.

Well, I met some of her friends, made them adore me, and forced my birthday present upon her (innuendo not intended). We ate, made fun, and left a huge tip and possible disgruntled customers in our wake. Then was a short trip to Katie’s house, except we went to Sarah’s instead. Her parents are outside…

“Hey Dad. Meet all my friends. Um, you know all these people…This is Megan.”


“And this is Stevie. He’ll be using our trampoline for a few minutes.”

Personally, I think that’s quite an introduction. So, we jumped. There are a few pictures of me in flip mode in circulation, and on by KATIE of me in landing. Which is great. So we played badminton for a few minutes and split.

On the way to Katie’s she and I somehow ended up in front of everyone else. Let’s just say we made some laughter. I MIGHT have shaken my boxored bootie at them, but I just don’t remember. When we got to the house Katie hid with me behind the kitchen counter. It was great because when we were missed, her entire party went upstairs to her messed up room. By the way, I have video of her messy room. It’s MESSY.

There was a smoothie explosion, so with my help it was cleaned. And her mom never found out why we filched the wet-vac. We went to the bathroom to clean the blender. When we were missed (becoming a pattern, gosh,) we heard, “Katie and Stevie are in the bathroom!” Katie locked the door; I turned on the water really loud, and THAT IS ALL. If “cleaning the blender” becomes slang for making out or whatever, you know where it came from.

Other highlight of the party...Katie’s dog loves me, I suck at DDR, and presents are ALWAYS a good idea, even if she says no.

After the party, Ian’s family took me to a friend gathering (without Katie or her friends, for those confused ones) where we ate food and kicked a ball around. Then we walked to a park with a lake and watched fireworks. I called Katie to tell her where I was, and SHE TOTALLY CAME! She almost never found us, but she was able to walk back to (Ian’s family’s friend’s) house. She stayed for a while, and then her dad came and got her. So, goodnight to her.

Now I’m too tired to talk about today. Well, nothing remotely amazing happened, and it is devoid of all Katie-ness. So, it was pretty decent.

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