Katherine is back!!

Damn, was today's Hewitt/Blake match great or what? For those who didn't watch the final score ended up 6-7, 6-3, 6-4, 3-6, 6-3 for Hewitt. It was so exhausting to watch; I literally took a nap in the middle. I wanted Blake to win. He is so cute! I am shallow, I know.

Got my first manicure yesterday. Highly interesting and fun... my nails/cuticles look the best they've ever looked, so shiny and pretty.

Oh yes, I'm developing a photo journal for my Paris trip. We'll see if it works out.

One day I'll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday...

Listening to the Moulin Rouge soundtrack. Corresponds to feelings. Dad is rushing me about college applications. I scream in my head no no i'm not ready how can this be here already? all the while smiling in calm manner and nodding, even telling others about "my" choice for early decision Yale and early action Harvard. I'm rushed enough as it is--being one grade ahead for my age. Now they want to rush me into commiting myself for the next four years of my LIFE? I didn't even like Yale or Harvard all that much.. I prefer Vassar but my indecisiveness and insecurity has me, for once, not opposing their decision.

God, someone help me.

More France pics up.

Sometimes I just don't know what to say. Other times, I say too much.

Hell yeah, first Paris pictures are up. Well, what else can I do? The cable company's decided to take away MORE channels so I now have 7 watchable channels along with 25 Christian channels (only a slight exaggeration). My mother's decided to have me on house arrest.

I've decided to listen to Natalie Imbruglia.

Melanie, you're beautiful and you know it. People with rosy cheeks don't know how lucky they are to have free blush.

Do y'all want to hear about Paris? Should I get a commenting system? Tell me please.

Paris was wonderful. Pictures and text will be up soon (I took around three hundred(!)). I miss it already. My mother is acting strangely.

But yes, I'm back.

Photos from the day of the accident are up.

I leave for Paris tomorrow.

Perhaps you would like to know more about my accident? To summarise: I waved to my grandparents on a curvy road, the car kept going straight, and I hit a lightpole. Said lightpole fell on top of the driver's side. I got out of the accident with a few lacerations and soreness in my right leg, arm, and neck. Ah yes, and my head hurt like hell. I was really lucky. I feel bad though, making people worry over nothing. This accident is probably the stupidest thing I have ever done in my life.

I will probably have to surrender my license, give it back to the state. In which case, I won't be able to get it back until I'm 18. I had all of 8 days of free open road. I hate my life. I alternate between sadness and anger.

More photos are up at foto-graphie.

I had a car accident yesterday.

icherri: foto-graphie is now up, inspired by Dequinix and Noah Grey. Check it out and tell me what you think...

Doing resume for college -- saddened by how little it seems I've done on paper.

Quick postnote: sorry that I haven't responded to some e-mails (you know who you are). Ooh and I have my pictures from Brown! I'll try to scan some in soon or something. Ewan McGregor look-alike doesn't look like Ewan in the picture. But he did in real life!

People often admire what they don't have.

I admire people who are consistent. I like boys who wear watches.

I don't know what any of this means.

I think Shopko may be trying to encourage kleptos.

While in the shampoo/condoms/pregnancy tests aisle (yup, you read that right) at Shopko, I saw a couple head for the condoms and thought, ahh, interesting. They were incongruous: he slightly overweight, balding, she dirty blonde and looking like the type who would let out a hearty guffaw at jokes.

Then came the completely unexpected: "Which one will let you know the fastest?"

I snuck a glance over and saw that the pregnancy tests were right under the condoms. The glance wasn't enough to ascertain their feelings. I could only wonder what their relationship was--they didn't appear to be married. What had at first seemed like a one night stand in my overly-exposed-to-SATC* brain had morphed into something much more serious. I heard them laughing softly together and comparing tests before finally choosing one and leaving the aisle. They left behind so many unanswered questions.

*SATC=Sex and the City

Had massive feeling of contentment today as I drove around and listened to classical music. Sometimes, only classical does it right.

WAHOOO. I am now legally able to drive around by myself. Yippee yippee yippee. I am/was so happy that I blessed a stranger's sneeze as well and he said "Thank you" in a foreign accent looking bashful. Hurrah.

There are some days where I desperately want someone to be with; today especially after reading this small phrase in (of all places) an Alias episode guide:

"Vaughn also shares how much he'd like to be able to say yes, to becoming part of her personal life some day..."

More people should watch Alias so they could understand.

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Written yesterday. In retrospect, it sounds so silly and yet it (the phrase) evoked such an overwhelming, overpowering sadness at the time...