Here it is, kids. The entire month of January for the year 1999. Don't you just feel like a part of my life? Doesn't it make you all warm & fuzzy inside to know that I'm sharing a part of myself with you? I know it does. Read on.

Sunday the 31st of January: OK, so last night, I went to this candlelight thing with my cousin, Bethany, & Tracey at a church north of Columbus. One of the main reasons I wanted to go was the fact that one of my future husbands, Doug, was going to be there. Bethany, Tracey, & I went on a camping trip last July with Doug, & I completely fell in love with him. Doug's about twice my age & has a wife & two cutie little kids. I don't see them as obstacles, but my cousin seems to think that he's happy with his current wife. Tracey & I think she's Satan. I'm sure that she's using mind control to hold on to him. Anyway, we did the whole candlelight thing & then went out for dinner with the rest of the people from Bethany's church. We were in the bathroom making ourselves beautiful (as if we weren't already) for Doug while Bethany's parents sat down, so when we came out, there weren't a whole lot of seats at our tables left. There just happened to be two seats across from Doug & one beside him, so we gladly took them. I, of course, was the one who got the seat beside him. If I didn't love him already, I do now, let me tell you. That man has the most wondeful eyes I've seen. I'm really into blue eyes for some reason, but his eyelashes make his brown eyes completely stand out. Yum. OK, I promise that this is leading somewhere. See, the thing is, I usually go for the "bad-boy" type of guy. I'm infatuated with skaters especially. Last night, though, I realized that I could never really be with one of those guys. I don't drink, I don't smoke, I'm just too nice. I'm going to end up with some Christian guy who cries at the slightest thing most likely. Doug, maybe? Yeah.

It's Super Bowl Sunday. I have absolutely no interest in professional football (especially since Brett Favre won't be in it this year), so Joanie & I went to see She's All That. Usually, I would kind of look over that movie as being too teenie-ish, but since Freddie Prinze, Jr. (another future husband) is in it, I've been counting down the days until its release. Joanie & I have been planning to go to it, but since I wasn't home on Friday, its release date, she went with another friend. She was dying to see it again, so we went together today. Let me tell you, Freddie gets better-looking every time I see him. The boy can act, too. I was happy just watching him walk around his school with that goofy smile on his face, but when I found out that he was a soccer player, that did it for me. You have no idea how much I love soccer players. (You're guaranteed good legs with them, you know.) I was really happy with the movie. I think I'll have to see it again before it leaves the theater. (Hint hint, wink wink. Take me to see it again Tracey & Mike. Very subtle, yes?) I'm worried that all the nasty hoochie mamas will be after Freddie now. He's sure to be in all those stupid magazines soon. That means good pictures for me, but nasty girls who begin to like him. Yuck. OK, I'm off to post some movie reviews & continue NOT watching the Super Bowl. (Crazy how it feels tonight. Crazy how you make it all alright. Love you crush me with the things you do. I'd do for you anything, too.)

Friday the 29th of January: Man, this is so sad. First I get a virus that wipes out my entire hard drive, then my computer has to go & get hit by lightning. This is my first time on a computer in what feels like FOREVER. Where do I start? So much has happened. silverchair's Anthem for the Year 2000 debuted on chairpage. I missed it. That sucks more than a little. I went to the movies & the mall with Sam, Tracey, & Mike last Saturday. We saw At First Sight with lovely Val Kilmer. I love blind men now. (That sounds so mean, I know.) I took exams. I got a perfect on my Spanish II exam. I beat the girl in my class who goes home & reads her Spanish book every night. That was good. I finally started listening to the Beastie Boys' new CD. I like it. I've been to 800 of my friends' houses this week. As much as I miss having a computer, it's nice to do other crap. This has been one of the better weeks of my life. Since we had exams, I got to come in late to school one day & leave early another. Tracey & I went out to lunch on the day we left early. That was certainly enjoyable. I came to school late again today after my doctor's appointment. My teachers have to hate me by now. Tracey, Mike, & I did a whole lot of dancing this week. Mike bought the eels' new CD, & it's very dance-y. Umm...I guess that's the run-down. You're lucky that I can't remember much else about my week. That could have been WAAAAAAAAY longer. Here's a little info about my night so far:

Tracey & I decided to try to go back to Blockbuster to get A Clockwork Orange & Kids . (Outing! *dance, dance, dance*) We asked Sam's cutie friend Shawn to help us find A Clockwork Orange, but we couldn't find Kids anywhere. We asked my second-favourite Blockbuster guy, Matt, if they had it, but he couldn't find it in the computer. We picked out Suburbia instead, but when we brought it up to Matt to pay for it, he said that it was a really stupid movie & asked if we knew anything about it. Tracey said that we had heard that it was funny, but Matt said that it made no sense, & he wouldn't recommend it. He said it was nothing like Dazed & Confused, even though it totally looks like that kind of movie. We put it back & got Telling Lies in America, which happens to have two of my favourite men, Kevin Bacon & Brad Renfro, in it. We went to Arby's after that, of course, & came home. Tracey's telling me to get off of here so we can watch our movies, so hopefully I'll get a chance to come back on sometime tomorrow morning. Lovely to talk to all of you again! (I know that only two people actually come here. Don't worry, I'm not delusional.) Bye! (And why won't you just tell me what's going on? Tell me what's going on.)

Friday the 22nd of January: I'm at Tracey's house. We're listening to Limp Bizkit's Faith on the local wannabe heavy metal station. "Oh, look at us," they're saying, "we're going to play Limp Bizkit & people will like us, because they're all a bunch of wannabes who only listen to Limp Bizkit because they assume that LIMP BIZKIT = COOL. Therefore, by listening to Limp Bizkit, they will begin to be cool. & we, the local wannabe heavy metal station will, in turn, be cool." Yeah, that's the way it works. (By the way, I love Limp Bizkit, but most of the people I remotely care about hate them, so I don't listen to them to impress my friends.) Ah, now that that's out, it's time for you to hear about my day. I went to school. Tracey & I planned our very first outing. Her mom is finally allowing her to go places with me, so we decided on a trip to the heaven we like to call "Blockbuster" to rent A Clockwork Orange & Kids with a visit to Arby's afterward. As we pulled into Blockbuster, I realized that I had left both my Blockbuster card & my driver's license in my parents' car. So, we knew that Blockbuster was out of the question. I was working on an excuse to let us go look at the guys anyway, but Tracey suggested that we go to the Kroger next door, & get movies there. We made our way to their video department & looked for our decided choices, but alas, we couldn't find either one. We finally picked out 54, The Avengers, & In & Out (even though we saw The Avengers, & In & Out in the theater.) On the way back to my Blazer (which was parked outside of Blockbuster still), one of our friends, Sam, came running out of Blockbuster. She had called Tracey's mom, found out where we were, & driven out to meet us. She had been questioning the Blockbuster guys about our whereabouts, but none of them had seen us since we never actually went in the place. (Oh, by the way, I found out that the Blockbuster boy with the hemp is possibly named "Matt". Lovely name, don't you think?) Sam ended up going to Arby's with us & then coming back to Tracey's house to watch 54. After that, we went to mIRC to mess with people's minds. That's always fun. We were called "Sexy Sam & the Wacky Wafers". Pretty scary, eh? Sam just left a while ago, so Tracey & I are getting ready to watch The Avengers now. I'm excited. How about you?

Oh, I forgot to tell you. I got my new contacts & glasses finally, but when I wore my glasses today, virtually no one noticed. Tracey didn't even say anything until after school. I think they look totally different from my old glasses (they're silver & a whole lot smaller), but they must not. I can't wait to get used to my contacts. People say that glasses make you look smarter, but I just think they're annoying. Now, guys on the other hand, look great in glasses. Why is that? Kind of annoying, isn't it? Oh, well. That's all. (And you were mindboggling. You were intense. You were uncomfortable in your own skin. You were thirsty, but mostly you were beautiful.)

Wednesday the 20th of January: I found out something interesting today. You know how you assume that your teachers have nothing in common with you? Well, I discovered that my Spanish teacher, Mr. Brooks, actually listens to good music. We were talking about crazy band names, & he started mentioning bands like the Mighty Mighty Bosstones, Cake, The Violent Femmes (He didn't think any of us would have heard of The Violent Femmes, by the way. I was like, "I've seen them in concert!"), The Smashing Pumpkins, They Might Be Giants, etc. I was like, "You don't really listen to those bands, do you?" He said he did, but he won't listen to CD 101, because he hates the DJs. (His wife, however, is a listener.) So, now I plan to marry him (but not really).

Mike came over today & we went to Tracey's to watch Gummo again. It was way better the second time. We noticed so much more cool stuff. We noticed some scary stuff, too. (The cross-dressing, cat-killer has the same picture of Brad Renfro hanging on his bedroom wall that I have hanging on mine. Freaky.) I thought Mike would enjoy it, but he seemed more interested in getting home to finish his homework. (He'll probably beat me for saying that later, you know.) Tracey & I had to be annoying him to death. We were sitting on the couch giggling about all the weird-o parts that would be coming up & whatnot, but Mike knows that he loves us. (I swear, I could spend the rest of my life with those two people.) I had to take my movie back after Gummo was over. I wanted someone to come with me, but Tracey's stupid mom...I mean, wonderful, lovely, Gladys...wouldn't let her come with me. After I took Mike back to my house to get his car, Mom just told me to take the movie back tomorrow since we're going to the Blockbuster area anyway. So, I get to finish it tonight. I'm happy. I also have an exam to study for. Our exams got moved to next Monday & Tuesday, but since my Honors Algebra III teacher is pregnant, & this will be her last week, she's giving her exam tomorrow as planned. I'm just hoping that I've retained a lot & everything will go just fine. Ok, I seriously need to go watch my movie now. (Where the heck are you, Mike?) Bye! (I see today with a newsprint fray. My night is colored headache gray.)

Tuesday the 19th of January: I haven't been able to watch my Blockbuster movie yet. It's freaking due tomorrow, but I got a whole shload of phone calls tonight, so I'm dying here. I can't take back a movie that I haven't watched. The guys always attempt to discuss the movies I rent when I take them back, so I've got to be prepared, friends. Tracey & I rented Gummo from Blockbuster last night. Whew, talk about trippy. Look for that one in my movie reviews. I have a lot to say about it, that's for sure. We also went to Chi-Chi's yesterday. Tracey & I always get Cinco Samplers. It's our tradition. I recently decided to become semi-vegetarian, so I asked the waiter if he could substitute chicken for all of the beef. He kind of just looked at me & then picked up a menu. After glancing at it, he said, "No, we don't do that." I said, "Ok, then just leave meat off of it completely." The waiter was like, "If we do that, you won't get the same amount of food. I would suggest getting something else." That was a little too much for me to handle. Don't Chi-Chi's waiters understand the value of tradition? I ended up getting some sort of random chicken that was good, but it still wasn't the same. I think it was because the bald waiter wasn't working. Now, he knows how to take care of customers. I was pretty upset throughout the meal, but luckily, the waiters brought out huge sombreros for Tracey & her brother to wear in honor of their birthdays. (No, they're not twins. It wasn't really either one of their birthdays.) They even sang the real Chi-Chi's birthday song. (They've been singing fake ones recently.) We had fried ice cream. Just in case you didn't know, fried ice cream makes everything better (even if you're not a member of the Clean Plate Club, Jeff.) Ok, I'm freaking tired, so I'm going to bed. More tomorrow...(What's the problem? What's the question? What's the answer? Where's this heading?)

Sunday the 17th of January: Somewhere around the beginning of January, I rented Empire Records from Blockbuster, but after all the snow hit, my parents didn't want me driving anywhere, so my dad offered to take back the movie for me. I was grateful, since it was like 4 days overdue at the time, but I was mad when Dad came home & said that Kyle was working that day. Since then, it seems like it's snowed non-stop, so I haven't been to Blockbuster for a looooooooong time (or so it seems to me). Yesterday, though, I finally decided that it was time, & I didn't care how bad the roads were. On the way there, I thought about what movie I wanted to see & chose Welcome to the Dollhouse, but when I got there, the middle-aged guy who works there said that they didn't have it. I asked about Dancer, Texas Pop. 81, so he told me that he would find it for me. As I was waiting for him to come back, I looked around & noticed that there were only 2 hot guys working there. I think that's the least amount that's ever been there. I guess Saturday afternoons aren't big "hot guy" days. Middle-aged Guy brought my movie to me & I went up to check out, but there was a woman in Middle-aged Guy's line waiting to ask a question, so he left to help her. I noticed that my second-favourite hot guy (I don't know his name, but he's the one with the cool hair who always wears all the hemp, for those of you who visit the place) had no one in his line, so I inconspicuously moved over to him. Those of you who visit Blockbuster, don't you just love how the guys have to wait for you to come to the exit so they can tell you when your movie's due back? I see no point in it, but it's a nice thought. OK, so as soon as I got home & started to watch the movie, I got a call from my cousin asking me to go see a movie with her. So, we went & saw Patch Adams. I'm not going to say too much about it since I plan to put a review of it up in my movie reviews section sometime soon, but let me tell you, it was good. I would definitely recommend it, friends. OK, that's all for my day. Hope you liked it. I know I did.

You know, I had a realization in the my bathroom the other day. I know, it's a weird place to be thinking, but what else are you supposed to do on the toilet? (Oh, wait...) I was at one of my friend's houses the other day, & I was thinking about how her bathroom was pretty dirty. Not filled with dirt or anything, but just piled up with junk. (Don't worry, it wasn't you, Tracey. Gladys does a lovely job.) Then, as I was looking around my bathroom, I realized that our bathroom has a lot of crap in it, too. My sister randomly leaves her clothes in there, & our sink counter has enough hair products on it to...I was going to say "feed a small country", but I can't think of any countries who eat or drink hair products, so I'll stop there. So, here's your lesson for the day: Make sure you clean your bathroom when I come over, because I do really weird things on the toilet...or something like that.

Wednesday the 13th of January: Wow, it's been freaking forever since I've written here. I've actually been in school lately. Can you believe it? Well, we got sent home an hour early today, so I can't complain much. I've been at Tracey's since after school. Her mom & my mom conferred & decided that they're going to keep us home from school tomorrow, even if it isn't cancelled. I'm spending the night at Tracey's house because of that. There's nothing better than having overprotective parents, let me tell you.

OK, time for the complaint of the day: Don't you hate when people really aren't at all what they seemed when you first met them? Like, all of the sudden, they morph into completely different people after they feel comfortable with you. That bothers me. I suppose no one's what they seem. What movie was it that talks about how we all wear masks? I completely agree with that; it's so true. This web page most likely contributes to my mask. Everything that I can't say to the people that I know, I say on here. That way, I tend not to make comments about people to their faces that I'll regret later. Almost everything on my list of things that irk me is directed toward one or more of my friends. Since I care about them too much to actually tell them those things, I just write them in hopes that they'll take the hint. I know that that's probably the wrong way to go about things, but...I don't know. Have you ever been really satisfied with your life? Like, I mean, completely content with the way things are going, where you're headed? I was last year. Nothing could have been better for me. I don't know what's changed this year. I have the same friends. My family is still there. I think it's just school. Last year, I loved all of my classes & the people in them. Right now, I think I'm getting to the point where I'm realizing that school is safe. I don't like my classes, but at least I don't have to deal with things like a job or paying bills. I'm also really frustrated with my peers. I've been around these people for 17 years now, but I'm just starting to notice how pointless their lives are. Mine's not exactly point-ful (you know, the opposite of pointless), but at least I live for more than...whatever they live for. I think that I'm just done with this little portion of my life, but at the same time, I don't want things to ever change. But most of all, I don't want to look back at high school & think, "Wow, I would have had such a better time if I would have been more of a conformist, or if I would have been a little crazier, or if I hadn't cared about it so much." I keep telling myself that I don't care about school, that I'm only doing it because I have to, but everyone else keeps telling me different. For the past 13 years, my entire school career, I've never done anything, & the grades just happen for themselves. I've never had to do any work, never had to study anything. Now, my college friends keep telling me how different everything is & how much harder they have to work in school. I don't want to have to deal with that. I think I'm going to become a hot dog vendor & just forget about it. (Not that hot dog vending is easy work, friends.) Ah, I think I've rambled enough for one night. Sorry to bore you. It's been fun...(Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies. You never know just how you look through other people's eyes.)

Friday the 8th of January: No school again! Man, this is the life. I sat around all day. (When I wasn't shoveling the driveway, of course. I don't know why I keep doing that. I should just let my parents take care of it.) I talked to my lovely, new friend Ben. (Hey, Ben!) I slept. I talked on the phone to everyone I know. It's Tracey's birthday! Happy birthday, Tracey! Yeah, that was nice & quick. (Was that the shortest one yet? Nope. OK, I'll just go ahead & make it longer, then.)

Don't you just love it when you hear a song on the radio that you haven't heard for years? Like, all of the sudden, one of my stations is playing Space's Female of the Species all of the time. Man, I used to be OBSESSED with that song.

Good stuff, my friends. Good stuff. Oh, I forgot about something: The man I plan to marry recently broke up with his girlfriend, & I, the one who loves him, was the last to find out. How lucky for me. Perhaps now I can finally propose to him...and take him home...and store him under my bed, where I will force him to make taquitoes for me all day long. Yes! Yes! My plan can finally be put into action! (I can taste you on my lips & smell you in my clothes.)

Thursday the 7th of January: No school today! Mike called at 10 last night, telling me to get online & talk to him. My mom hadn't been told that we wouldn't be having school yet, though, so I decided to be smart & get some sleep just in case we had school. I woke up at 5:30 this morning & took my shower, congratulating myself for saying "no" to Mike last night. Then, my mom got her call at 5:45. I slapped myself for being an idiot. I got over it & went back to bed. I slept until 10. I shoveled ("scooped", Tracey) our driveway for a while. I played in the snow that I shoveled. It was a grrreat day, let me tell you. OK, there's the day's run-down. Now it's time for the Gloat of the Day.

Don't you just love when your radio stations start playing "new bands" that you've known for years? Like right now, CD 101 is starting to play Sunny Day Real Estate on their Launchpad. All of the CD 101 listeners think that they're a new band, but I've known them for a while now. Haha, I love it. (Sorry, just had to gloat a little.) OK, that's it. (Let's just hold each other & talk...)

Wednesday the 6th of January: It started snowing halfway thru the day today. I thought for sure that we would be sent home. We weren't. That's OK. I got to see Jennifer. And Jacquie. And Jessica. And all the others that you don't really care about because you have no idea who they are. Oh, & Tracey, of course. Can't forget Tracey. Maybe we'll get tomorrow off...

Have you guys noticed how much worse this section has gotten since I've started it? I started out writing only when I had something to say. Now I just write to hear myself talk...OK, hear myself, umm...type? It's just gotten to be a habit for me.

OK, Mike says that he reads this all of the time (I don't believe him, of course), so if you do happen to come here, Mike, don't read this next part, OK? It's of no concern to you.

All right, so Mike got this new coat that I happen to like a lot. I walked by him after school, & noticed...well, that he looks good in the coat. OK, so I suppose it's not only the coat that he looks good in. That made me a little worried, though. I've had a few too many guy friends who all of the sudden transformed into something more good-looking (or people finally start noticing my boys' good-lookingness) & started dating all of those stupid girls they swore they would never date. Tracey had this discussion earlier, but we have faith in Mike, I think. It's not that I've wanted to date any of those guys, but there has to be a certain standard when it comes to which girls have an acceptable intelligence level & therefore, are dateable & which don't, you know? Oh, by the way, Mike. If you did happen to read this (which you shouldn't have, by the way), don't let it go to your head. That's certainly not cool, & I'll be forced to beat you with nasty-smelling air fresheners. I'll bet Tracey would help, too.

Ahh, I'm done. Lovely. Goodnight, my loves. (Welcome to the closing...If not for love, what for?)

Tuesday the 5th of January: Haha, no school today! It was called off at, like, 9 last night. That was cool. I slept until 11:30 this morning. It felt pretty darn good. I think I'm going shopping today or something. OK, I was listening to the radio last night, & I started hearing songs that I think everyone should hear. I want to make a whole page dedicated to new & old songs that I recommend, but I'm not sure if that would be too much like the stuff that I've already got. (Plus, I know you guys are freaking sick of hearing only about the stuff that I like.) Maybe I'll do that later when I finally get my movie reviews & my Bush page up. For right now, I'll just make a little list here of what I thought of last night. Here we go:

 The Cardigans - My Favorite Game
 Sugar Ray - Every Morning
 Eels - Novocaine for the Soul
 Alanis Morissette - Joining You
 Beastie Boys - Body Movin', Remote Control
 Hole – Malibu

OK, that's enough for now. Fun, wasn't it? If you haven't heard these songs, you're obviously listening to the wrong kind of music, now aren't you? Get in touch with CD 101. It's one of the few stations that actually plays good music ALL of the time, & if you go to the site, you can listen to it through your RealPlayer if you don't live in central Ohio. Worship it. Adore it. Give me praise for helping you discover it.

Monday the freaking 4th of January: Blah! I had to go to school today. My mom teaches at my school, so she always gets a call from the principal at 6:45 or before telling her when school's been cancelled. This morning, at 6:40, the phone rang, so I started doing my usual "Yay-we-have-no-school!" cheer. It turned out to be my cousin's mom asking if we had school before my cousin got into the shower. (Heaven forbid she actually get clean. Kidding, Lindsey!) So, I went to school. I saw my random friends. At first I was glad to see them again. By the end of first period, though, I was talking about them behind their backs again. I would have rather stayed home & not seem them. (Sorry, guys.) I saw most of the important people over Christmas break anyway. I had to wear my glasses. Joanie tells me that I look good in them, but once you get contacts, glasses just feel weird. I can't stand it. A whole bunch of people told me that they liked my new glasses, even though they aren't new. That made it a little better. Mike criticized me about them, of course. (Hey, what can I expect?) I kept telling myself that we're going to have a snow day tomorrow to get me through the day. It worked, but as of right now, Dad says that we're going to have to go again. Maybe I should start a page of Dad's weather forecasts for my friends so they can plan on going to school or staying home. Yeah, that would be nice. All right, that's all. Wait, one last thing. Don't you hate the people who say "I'm outtie!" in their e-mails? I don't know where those people get that, but if they're getting it from the movie Clueless, then they should be saying "audi". That's what Cher & her weirdo friends said, OK? I should definitely add that to the list of things that irk me. That really irks me.

Sunday the 3rd of January: Yuck, I actually think I might have to go to school tomorrow. I'm holding out for a snow day still, but my dad, the wannabe weatherman, says that there's about a 10% chance that we'll be staying home. Hey, those are good odds, right? (Don't even think about bursting my bubble.) I suppose I wanna go back just to see the friends that I always make fun of & talk about behind their backs again. Yeah, that's what school is all about. OK, I'm off to do more exciting Katie-like things.

Saturday the 2nd of January: New Year's came & went. I spent it at Tracey's house with two of our other friends, Erica & Angel. (Hey, guys!) We had a load of laughs, as usual. We watched Austin Powers for the 800th time since Erica & Angel hadn't seen it yet. I think they were impressed by it. We watched Dick Clark's crazy countdown at midnight & did the usual dancing around when the ball dropped. We watched Barenakes Ladies & Fastball perform. (Yeah! Fastball!) We went into mIRC & made fun of people to entertain ourselves into the wee hours. (Ha, I said "wee hours".) We slept. It was good. I spent all of yesterday at Tracey's house, then. We started a webpage together. It's kind of weird working on it with her, because I have all this weird html knowledge &, well, she doesn't. (I hope you don't think that was mean, Tracey. It wasn't meant to be.) It's gonna kick ("Welcome to my big, kickin' webpage! Ha.) when we get it done. If you're scared by Katie's Page O' Stuff, our new page will definitely freak you out. I'm gonna have to put a link up to it soon, but it's not quite ready for unveiling yet. Tracey spent the night at my house last night after we watched Empire Records. (It's 2 days overdue, by the way. Sorry, Blockbuster guys.) She was into it. I was glad. Her mom actually let me drive her to my house. We live, like, only a mile away from each other, but Tracey's mom, Gladys, isn't ready to let Tracey ride with me yet. I think that the only reason she let us go together is because it was so late, & she didn't want to actually have to get up & do anything like drive Tracey to my house. That was cool. When we woke up this morning, my dad said he had to take Tracey home right away, because it was snowing outside. It's like a freaking blizzard here. I'm freaking freezing. (Oh, you want to warm me up, eh?) We got 5 inches of snow during the night. It's turning into freezing rain right now. All I hope is that it buries us & keeps me from having to go back to school on Monday. I'm totally not ready. I have a book to read & a paper to write for SATAN, my English teacher. (Hi, Mrs. Reams!) OK, that's all for now. Remember to pray for more snow, kids!

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