2005: A Year In Review

Following Nate-O's review entry...I decided that I needed one of my own...and coincidentally...this happens to be entry #50. :)

Before I begin the review...I'm going to have to say that 2005 was, indeed, one of the strangest years of my life so far. There was so much that I had forgotten about until rereading some old entries and reflecting on the year.

So, without further adieu....here is 2005:

Mid-January: I start packing up my things from the New Lisbon house in preparation for my big move to Fishers.

Early February: that strange little affair with 'Sparky' from New Castle. And my short-lived "relationship" with Nick...which ended with me screwing things up.

Feb. 26: Moved to Fishers...a good day in my life.

March 17th: St Patty's Day at DGI....got some beads, met piano man. Good Lord, 'nuff said.

Early April: Chris begins his habit of telling me that I need to find a hobby so I'm not so damned high strung (strangely enough, he also commented that "every time I talk to you, there is some new guy in your life causing trouble")

April 15/16: TOGA!! TOGA!! TOGA!! Found a good friend in Nate-O. And was one of the few nights I managed to stay almost entirely clothed at a fraternity party.

Several days later: the plague takes over and rules my life...

Beginning of May: the plague is still ruling my life.

May 6-14th: I get to experience the great land that is South Dakota for the first time....and make Candi drive a couple hours outta the way just so I can see Nebraska.

May 15th: My cousin's wedding. My mom tells me to stop dancing like a slut (she's so tactful like that). I also learned a very very important lesson: NEVER EVER EVER let the bartender take you home. It will only end badly.

May 19th: Surprising visit from an old friend.

June 1st: Post Road inventory hell. Get hit on by that terrifying Asian man. Blech...

June 7th: I almost joined the Army...no seriously...I missed shipping out for basic by only a week.

June 15th: hahah...what the hell was I thinking?

June 27th: They made me a manager at the Zone.... whoo pee.

July 10th: Boss Hog (my delightfully retarded goldfish) came into my life.

July 13th: First entry on blogspot....and I still blame Nate-O for that.

July 16th: Out of control bash at Robbins's (those sss and ' ' always fuck with me!)...psycho Billy busts in and does his best to ruin the night.

July 26th: I said a fond farewell to my tonsils...and an excited hello to painkillers and water.

Aug 1st: Little sister makes a gorgeous contestant for Miss Decatur County.

Aug 4th: Angie bursts in in the middle of an especially cynical blog about love to tell me that she just got engaged.

Aug 8th: OUT OF CONTROL night in the trust tree...once again with Chris Robbins and his crew...It involved a lot of body shots, some lap dances, signing away the rights to my boobs, a bruised tailbone, and a missing pair of flip-flops.

Aug 10th: STURGIS....I LOVE YOU! This is the infamous night on which my boobs ended up in more pictures than I've probably ever had taken total in my life. And I came home with five pounds of Mardi Gras beads. And Candi got her run-in with the "certified muff diver" from Wyoming.

Aug 18th: I have to pay Psycho Billy a visit to reclaim some of my stuff....almost run over him with my truck for the second time...

Aug 20th: MOVE TO MUNCIE!

Sept 2nd: Jesus tracked me down on the interstate in a white powerstroke. (Turns out Jesus was just a horny Mexican that day)

Sept 10th: OUT OF CONTROL at Phi Sig. This was Kassity's doing...she introduced me to these men. And it resulted in me getting really drunk...and getting to know gorgeous guy from Valpo pretty well.... :)

Sept 16th: Tattoo #1.

Sept 24th: I discover that my little sister is the alltime best party partner ever.

Late September: Another surprise visit from another old friend...

Oct 1st: Hot tub party...I get an eye infection and a slipped disk in my back. hehehehe... then I spend the next two weeks on painkillers. (AND I still don't have my jeans or my belt back!!)

Oct 4th: Warren sends me a picture of his dick...I've never been so confused in my life.

Oct 8th: I decide that instead of joining the Army...I need to be a doctor.

Oct 15th: I find out how real nursing students party--damn. Then I get to take home three complete strangers...and fall subject to the world's best pick-up line EVER.

Oct 18th-ish: My wild party days come to a quick stop...I start dating the man who calls me Princess.

Oct 30th: Tattoo #2!!

Nov 4th: Nate and I decide to say fuck the world...and plan to join the circus.

Nov 8th: Find out that my brother and his wife are having twins!!

Nov 30th: I enlighten the world on a few new ways to reference the vagina...

Dec 6th: got a little out of hand and detailed my plans for world domination. Good thing I don't remember writing that entry...I might quesiton my sanity a bit more than I already do.

Dec 19th: I discover that I have received my first ever C- in any class...actually it would be the first time I've ever had lower than a B+....unfortunately this means that I'm out of nursing school for a semester and will be retaking that fucking shitastic class in the spring.

Dec 28th: I finally give in and learn how to play Texas hold 'em...and it doesn't really suck.


Wow...It's actually amazing I made it through this year alive. It's been really really hectic...but a helluva lot of fun. I went through a major breakup...had surgery...went through a million mini relationships and pointless flings....moved twice...became a manager at work....changed my whole life plan from nursing to becoming a doctor....almost joined the damn Army...drank more than anyone really should....and, although I've never found them, am pretty sure that I managed to have my boobs posted countless times on the internet by a bunch of drunken, leather-clad bikers.

But I've also made a lot of good friends, and met some really really great people. And I've managed to find myself in an amazing relationship...and even though I've spent the last eight months of my life trying desperately to avoid any and all types of commitments...I'm quite happy with where I am, despite my momentary lapses of sanity.

Hmm...

~*~You aren't going to be his first, his last, or his only. He's loved before, he will love again. But if he loves you now, what else matters? He's not perfect. You aren't either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and admits to being human and making mistakes, hold on to him and give him the most you can. He isn't going to quote poetry, he's not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you part of him that he knows you can break. Don't hurt him, don't change him. Don't expect more than he can give. Don't analyze. Smile when he makes you happy. Yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he's not there. Love hard when there is love to be had.~*~

This may quite possibly be one of the truest phrases ever spoken. And even though I hate that fat bitch Abby...I couldn't help but steal it from her profile.

This has the potential to be one of those sappy tug-at-your-heartstrings kind of entry...but I'm going to try to avoid it, simply because I'm not sure who's gonna read it and I'm not in the mood to bear the repercussions of that.

I suppose, to generalize, it all comes down to the fact that I am physically incapable of dating...for some reason, I just can't do it. I suck at this game and perhaps it is time I just give it up. Nate-o...you can attest to this fact, yes? For whatever reason, my life seemed to be a lot less complicated when I was single and just whoring around...I didn't have to see any of those people more than once or twice, or at least...never had to engage in conversation or romantics. (ok--so it may not have been quite that bad, but it was close). It isn't so much that I'm unhappy...because I am actually very happy. But given the fact that I'm excessively neurotic...and have been off the meds a little too long...I am the queen of overanalyzing absolutely everything. Both a blessing and a curse, I guess.

On a semi-related note....there's a good possibility of a New Year's bash at my place....

Been a while..

Well...ok, here's the update you've been anxiously awaiting...

First, I'm gonna start by saying that I'm not even going to try to explain the origins of that last entry. Just take it with a smile and go on about your business.

Second...I'm going to briefly explain why it's been so long...my life came to an abrupt halt for a good couple weeks. First...finals. Then the realization that I didn't pass one of my classes. Then the weeklong depression that followed that fact.

Third...I'll elaborate on that. Physiology kicked my ass. Ten points. I missed a C by ten motherfucking points. Ten points. Those ten points meant that not only do I have to retake that hellish shithole of a class...it also means that I can't take the nursing classes that I had scheduled for next semester. Which means that I'll be another semester behind. Which means that I'll be here a full five years instead of four or four and a half. Which means that I was really really pissed. And really really bummed. I've been a real bitch to deal with lately...so I apologize for that. But it was justified.

And now that I've settled down...I've decided to rejoin civilization and pull things together. Life, however, is really trying to make that as difficult as possible on me. I won't elaborate on the ten million other things that have gone wrong in the last weeks...but I will suffice it to say that it all peaked tonight when I dropped a fucking car battery on my foot. Not my toes, mind you...but the top of my foot. Not good.

BUT...I did manage to get my schedule fixed for next semester. I have 17 hours, but I will be able to get two of my premed classes out of the way, will retake physio, fit in my last core class, and get to take my psych class with Chris. So, I suppose, in the end it will all work out. My world didn't completely end...and you all got your update.

World Domination

Ok...so check this:

I think I decided tonight that I'm gonna take over the world. So me and this song and these voices in my head are gonna tell you a story...

First...I'd order a pizza. Then have myself a drink or three. Then I'd order a pizza for the president. And he'd like it. BUT...he wouldn't be able to eat it at his desk...cuz he can't get pizza juice all over his important papers or treaties or letters or comic books or color-by-numbers that he's got layin out on the desk (although I guess he wouldn't just have that shit out layin around...it it should be in a drawer or a file or safely stashed away on an Etch-A-Sketch...or maybe a Magna-Doodle...remember that shit, damn it was sweet. Or maybe instead of all this I should give the President a magna-doodle mini as a gift..and then just politely ask for the keys to the world. But, nah...I'm huntin' for like straight up human control type shit.) Ok ok...at any rate, back to the pizza theory. I order the president his pizza and it gets to his desk...and he can't eat there, so he has to go the White House dining room. And then the aliens (the space kind...not the Mexican kind) that I hired before will descend upon the White House and fetch up the President. Then I'll let the aliens chill in the White House for a few...then I'll make them leave. "But Katie...how will you this?" you ask. Easy...first I'll ask them to leave. If they refuse...we'll battle. If that doesn't work I'll just pour water on them. Mel Gibson did it...so since I saw it in the movies....it's gotta be true. But then once I've rescued the world from the aliens...I will become the ultimate power and ruler. And they shall call me Sheba.

And Nate-O...you can finally have those people of Micronesia build you the cream cheese statue....as long as you find me some gorgeous Hawaiian native men to build me a statue of ice cream...and sprinkles....