"I bet you lost your virginity to a mechanical bull"

You know, my town is oridinarily this nice, well kept, quiet place...except on my street. Well that's not actually true, the whole street is quiet except my end of the street. You see, I live across the road from these obnoxious, white-trash, grungy, stuck-in-a-bad-80's-movie, assholes. The "man of the house" is always outside blasting fucking country music at 9am while he works on something, all while wearing no shirt so that he may show off his lovely, wrinkled, flabby 50 year old body.
Normally, I can handle them pretty well. But tonight, it's gotten a little ridiculous. You see, I do believe they are having a pool party. As a result they feel the need to blast rap music from the 90's so loudly that it is shaking my house. Now, I know it's only 8:30 at night, but my two year old daughter goes to bed at 8:30 at night. Or, at least, she would if these lolo's weren't being totally and completely annoying.
I don't care if they play music, I don't care if they play music loudly, I don't even care if their bratty little boys let their dog take shit's in everybody else's yard, but I do care when they're playing they're music so loudly that it disrupts my daughter's sleep and my life.
I need to move away. Far, Far away. To the land of Perfect.

Sunshine and Farts

I have to say that I am sick of all this shallow bullshit people keep spitting out at everyone all the time. I was in the mall today, and I saw something so ridiculous it made me want to vomit.
There was this girl working behind the counter at FYE and she just happened to be obese. She was really very sweet and was just trying to do her work. These stupid teenage punk guys decided that they were going to try and validate themselves by viciously and malicously attacking her weight. They didn't stop until she was crying and the rest of us in line were bitching at the two guys.
I can't stand the fact that people feel that they are superior to someone else just because of how someone looks. Why can't people just try to think before they act. If those kids had actually thought about what it would feel like to be that young woman, I can almost bet they would never have said the things that they said, hell they might have even gone out of their way to be nice to her.
It reminds me of that movie, Shallow Hal, where the guy is a total asshole at the beginning, but at least he learned his lesson by the end. Hopefully, these shitheads will grow up and shape up.

Kate's thought for the day: Be nice to people, think how you would feel if you were them.

Hello Dolly!!

It's great to be out of school!!! At least for the two weeks that I'm free. I can't wait until I'm finished for good. I'll take months off, maybe years. SCREW PAYING MY LOANS BACK!!

Ok, so it's like 11:30 and Joe still isn't back. He was supposed to be back an hour ago. You know what really sucks about guys. When they're going to be late, they almost never call. He's done this almost every freakin day. I'm really getting sick of it. I should just kick him. Sheesh!!!

Well there goes my daily rant. Now, on to the quote.

Quote of the Day:

Life beats down and crushes the soul and art reminds you that you have one. ~Stella Adler

The Ramblings of a Hopeless Caffeine Addict

The day dawns bright and new
But I don’t notice without my Dew
My coffee carries my throughout the day
Well, until about noon, anyway
Then the endless flood of carbonated life
Floods in cutting through the sluggish exhaustion like a knife
I feel like I can go on forever without stopping
Well, at least until five, then I have to start gulping
The Mountain Dew down my gullet
It’s become my own little liquid bullet.

Poem Time

A Day in Spring

Soft, yellow light through the window
Casting an iridescent glow
Flowers bloom on Sunday
Soft, lilac smell of May
Warm winds blowing lazily
Each day ending cozy
Pitch black of Night
Broken by small, twinkling starlight
And dreams spent sweetly
Easing the transition to dawn breaking early

Finals blow!!

FINALS!! AUGGH!!

I hate finals. I have at least one everyday this week. I just finished my child psych exam. Most of the material on there seemed to be reduntant. I'm also convinced that I was missing a section of the test. God I hope she doesn't dock my grade for that. Oh well, I guess. At least that's over.
Still the biggest headache awaits me yet. SOCIAL PSYCHOLOGY. My teacher is a total egomaniac. He's the biggest A*hole I have ever met in my entire life. He's goal is to spit Freudian booty chatter at us for 50minutes so that he can finally feel like he has accomplished something in life. He expects us all to hang on his every word. However, half the shit he blabs at us isn't even accurate. To top it off, for the test, we have to know the information he told to us...word for word. If it's not word for word and we can only spit back the concept (God forbid!) then it's WRONG! At least this is my last class with him.

Quote of the day:

Sometimes the most important thing in a whole day is the rest we take between two deep breaths. ~Etty Hillesum

Kickass

Ok, so this is my very first blog ever. I guess I figured that if everyone else was doing it, why the hell shouldn't I. Right?
This blog is being created to showcase some poetry, as an outlet for all of these random thoughts that swarm in my head, and for whatever else strikes my fancy.
That's really all I have to say about that.
Enjoy.