stupid girl
you know what makes me the most sad? is when people tell me how much fun i'm not. i can't help that staying out until 3am is completely unappealing to me. i don't like to talk constantly and tell stories about how drunk i got, or listen to other people tell theirs. i'm completely happy being quiet and just riding in the car, not talking. talking is fine too, but i just don't need it all the time. if i don't have anything to say in a situation, i won't say anything.
i am fine with how i am, but it just sucks when people bring how lame i am to my attention. i don't think i'm lame, i think i'm laid back. and i do like to have fun, then once i've had it, and i'm tired, then i'm done having it, regardless if everyone else is still going.
but nobody believes me that i like to have fun. thanks guys.
you lying little effers
yesterday i gave a presentation on fire safety to a bunch of little kids. i am having a REALLY good time at my job. ps, i am working for the american red cross this summer. basically, we are reaching out to the community and teaching people about disaster preparedness.
anyway, so, little kids. fire safety. i was telling them about smoke detectors and how often to check them and change the batteries, and they just tell outrageous lies. one little boy was like, "oh, i have a TON of smoke detecors in my house. there are two in my room, and two in my mom's room!" then this other little kid said, "yeah, there are five in my hallway!"
they are
liars. they are just little liars! and the worst part, i can't call them out on it. i mean, they are little kids, but it's all the more reason i want to prove them wrong because i know i can win.
...i am way too competitive. i feel sorry for my kids.
st louis summers
so, it gets pretty hot here. and also really fucking humid. my curls are all up this biatch.
anyway, how are things going? as you know, i really like it here, and i'm having a pretty great time. my good friend's dad died, and that was really sad, and i'm still really sad about it, but otherwise it's okay. i guess.
also, recently i discovered that tucker likes to eat mud. yes. a mud-eater. he has several holes dug in the backyard, and it rained this week, creating mud holes. the next morning i let tucker outside for like 20 minutes because he effing loves it outside, and when i let him back in he had a little mud beard and kept smacking his mouth because he couldn't swallow all the disgusting slimy mud he was trying to eat. it was gross. and i hated it.
so, ok, well, i guess things are otherwise pretty great. i miss you guys though. and! i won a party at howl at the moon which i am cashing in for my birthday weekend! details to come!
love, kate
