I’m gone til November. Blogging is not easy for me to do in the summer. School starts next year and I have a lot to do to get ready.
-Katie
Maybe I should copy and paste Craig’s List funnies and then pretend they’re MY jokes.
…..nah.
I am a Wiccan. I had to wait until my Grandmother died to come out as one. She was a very very very strict Catholic. I know people were getting a feeling that I’m completely full of shit about something, but it had to do with my religion, which is extremely personal to me. It isn’t my place to force my spiritual beliefs on anyone, and I do not appreciate anyone doing it to me.
I am Spiritual, I believe in a Higher Power and most of all, Nature. I am an Earth Child: always have been, always will be.
I might have seriously pissed my Coven off a time or two, but I’d rather rush upon the blade than betray them. Live by the sword, die by the sword. However, I am not afraid to speak up against anyone in my Coven getting any severe Machiavellian tendencies.
And don’t worry guys: I’m done being the “obnoxious baby sister”. Now you guys get to have the real Katie back. I just had to make sure you guys saw how far I have come as a person and how I am NOT the same person at 17 than I am now. I had serious anger problems and I was a spoiled brat.
I still have serious anger problems when it comes to seeing anyone in my Coven or circle of friends being abused. I do my best to keep it in check, and that is all anybody can really ask of me.
I live and let live. I have also accepted Jesus into my life, as well as other religions, but more out of respect for those who believe in Him rather than Him being my personal savior.
I manage to be a Baptist-Wiccan hybrid straight edge hippie of some sort. It works perfectly for me even if I may make absolutely no sense to my readers.
We are all such small specs in the universe anyway, when it comes right down to it. What labels we wear around our toes after our expatriation date don’t really make a difference.
by Iris Murdoch
There is a part of the beginning of this novel where the narrator talks about the character Marcus Vallar, how he was at a very early age a genius who already had reached the pinnacle of his genius. The narrator says he was briefly fascinated by philosophy but soon had it “figured out”.
Perhaps that is the brick wall I have hit with philosophy. I can only romanticize it for so long before I think to myself, “What exactly the point of all this thinking and pondering when I had a near death experience at 17? Philosophers who have grown into their twilight years know not what it is to be forced to deal with the very real possibility of dying young. They’re old, they lived their lives, they were given that great privileged, that great gift. They have the free will to sit with other like-minded individuals to discuss the molecules in the leg of a chair because they know not what it is to look death in the face and give the fight of your life to keep it at bay.
My near death experience happened while watching a Kathy Griffin stand-up special. I was sitting in the big green recliner in my parent’s living room, trying to choke down some water ice for my mono-swollen glands. I smiled at something she said and a thought popped into my head: “I am too scared to fall back asleep. It is the middle of the night and I am afraid I may not wake up.”
The only message to the planet I can give is you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s nearly taken from you or gone completely, so ride this life until the wheels fall off.
Ever hear of the term “cosmic twin”? I have a few of my own, as it turns out.
One guy was my significant other and I couldn’t make it work because we happen to be cosmic twins. (We are incestuous cosmic twins, I am afraid to say. Hey, when you like somebody, you like somebody, right? If it’s that strong of a bond and if it’s cracked not broken, why fix it?)
Then it turned out that he had a cosmic female twin of his own already.
Lo and behold, I am 1/3 of a set of cosmic triplets.
Not to be outdone by even myself, they are not the only set of triplets I belong to.
I am forever the missing link, it seems.
My parents got me a heavy lined journal covered in peace signs and these pens that double as bookmarks.
I have so many notebooks/diaries/journals collected by the time I leave this mortal coil they’ll need their own room. I haven’t filled them all yet: but I will, at least most of the way.
It’s pretty official that I am not fit to hold a job. It’s the anxiety part of my mental illness, but mostly the Chronic Fatigue Syndrome that I acquired from that stupid mono I had back in high school.
In high school I practically lived at Barnes and Noble.
I also spent as much time in used book stores as I could: mold and dust be damned. I love the smell of old books.
Ever heard of Stevie Ryan? The girl is a trip!

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My story:
I was diagnosed as having schizo-effective disorder (spelled wrong I know). This happened to me after I had my daughter. With medication and my various forms of therapy, including talking about it on my very blogs, I am happy to say it is manageable for me. It is truly a gift from my Higher Power that I am able to manage it. Recently I had a very scary episode that landed me in the hospital again, but this time around I had such a wonderful support system there that I know I can tackle this and anything else that is thrown in my path. Thank you for taking the time to hear my story.
More about PPD, PPP, and baby blues:
Me, myself, and I
Which one word would you use to describe yourself, and why?
-Gentle. I try to be gentle.
Living the dream
What is your ultimate dream job? Do you think you’ll ever live the dream?
-A writer. I blog and freelance. I love the internet. I don’t make money but this is what I live for.
I must say that I have completely read one book cover to cover since my daughter was born. Well, maybe it was a lot more than that while I was recoperating. Very discouraging from a self-proclaimed bibliphole.
I have read my share of novels, biographies, short stories, diares (of course), but I think I will be hitting up the short-story circuit for a bit.
I honestly took a bite out of an Iris Murdoch novel and I just can’t bear it right now.
The book I”m reading know, I actually quite like.
The title of this book sort of reminds me of that show “My Life as Liz”, the homage to “My So-Called Life”. MSCL was actually better, but I loved this show. They even had her down to the bright red hair! I cannot lie: I love redheads. And the whole her keeping her diary on her PC like Dougie for the show’s disclaimer? Priceless. I am really looking forward to more seasons.
It was just so surreal to see how the fads have been moved around since I went to school. All these scenesters…emo’s and goths. I was a Korn Kid which doesn’t really fall into the genre of goth but I suppose it’s close.
Unfortunately, now I have to look foreward to the day that I have to wear the *shudder* Mom jeans.
Take me out
Have you ever gotten involved with a co-worker or classmate? How did it work out?
Sometimes it really is better to burn out then to fade away. This is all I can remember from the one and only co-worker I have ever decided to cross the line.
I remember how he couldn’t get enough of me, as though my perfume were laced with opiates.
I was the best dinner and a movie date ever. We had something. It was the closest thing to a “cosmic twin” in certain ways that I have ever come close to. Then he broke my heart, but to him I am his “Eternal Sunshine”; so I suppose to could be a lot worse.
I just wish it weren’t so awkward because I want my best friend back. I miss him dearly.
I had to scrap the blog and redo the website. It’s still under construction so bear with me!
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I scare myself
What is your greatest fear?
Submitted by:http://marieperoja77.livejournal.com/
I spend a lot of my spare time on Youtube lately. Mainly watching Gurus for one of my blogs. A few of them know each other from Livejournal. It got me thinking about my own time spent there.
I listened to one Guru in particular and it was just really surreal how different my story was from theirs. How through a few degrees of separation we had something in common.
The truth is, for one LJ-er in particular, I AM their biggest fear.
I was under the impression that I was the proverbial notch in the cyber bed post.
Then I looked back and read between the lines. I could not have been more blown away by what I discovered.
I know the truth.











































































