Hello!
Hmm. I love the sound of a word echoing from the lonely halls of Xanga.
Here's an incredible lie for you, dear readers: My summer has been boring. Ooh the salaciousness of its untruth is exciting on so many levels.
Katie saw the Strokes and she saw We Are Scientists and she saw Arctic Monkeys and she bowled over a 50 and she got her computer back (but she regretfully lost her music library). Also, she learned how to make iced mochas at home and found a CD she was beginning to think was just a myth! She's going to Vinyl Fever in a few days and probably doing some volunteer work on Friday. Katie was smiled at by Keith Murray (Brad and Angelina's baby could only fucking dream to be as hot as Keith Murray) and finally finished Wicked. Honestly, it took her long enough. Give her a break, though. Those chapters are, like, one hundred effing pages each. She won a contest with the spoils of victory being a t-shirt, three stickers, and three badges. She found a pair of trousers actually long enough and realized that she has enough shoes to wear a different pair everyday for a month and a half. She met a girl from Germany and a guy from New Orleans. The girl was nice and bought her a water to keep her from dehydrating. The guy was 19 kinds of hot and shared a drink with her. He also called her "Miss Katie" which no one over the age of seven and under the age of 35 has done in almost two years. She rode a roller coaster that actually scared her.
I know what you're thinking, dear reader. "Holy F$&^! My summer pales in comparison! My only two options are to become more like Katie or end it all now!" Don't be so dramatic, dear reader. Ending it all, whether it be now or any other time, is unnecessary and frankly overrated. You'd be much better off going with the first option. "How?" Good question, dear reader. It takes time. Seventeen years, in fact. It takes field study, in-depth analysis of the shortcomings of others, and finally, ascension to full spiritual transcendence. Perhaps that's not a good option, either. You're best served acknowledging your spot in the shadows, really. It takes dedication to master third-person speech and even longer to tame the beast that is a comma.
But I digress. I regress. I congress.
Dude, I know what you're thinking. I do. It's part of being Katie - understanding the unspoken. "You are so lucky to have been this close to Alex Turner!" Interestingly, Alex Turner thinks that very same thing of everyone with whom he comes into contact. And do you know? I felt lucky, reader. I felt lucky many times this summer. Take it as you will.
Katie's groovy song list for the time period of today - whenever I change it.
The Fratellis - Creepin Up the Backstairs
Radiohead - Electioneering
We Are Scientists - The Great Escape
Giant Drag - Blunt Picket Fence
Death From Above 1979 - Sexy Results (MSTRKRFT Remix)
The Clash - Train In Vain
The Rakes - We Are All Animals
Arctic Monkeys - Who the Fuck Are Arctic Monkeys
The Strokes - Hawaii
Good things to come in the pressing months. | 
