I find joy in odd things.

Is it really so wrong that I enjoy reading about amusement park ride accidents?

Probably.

I'm not sure why this is. Probably fear of what could happen while you're supposed to be having a lot of fun, like the girl whose feet were cut off by a broken cable on the Superman ride at Six Flags Kentucky Kingdom last year. I like Disney ones the best, maybe because they so rarely happen and Disney is basically the gold standard for squeaky clean family friendly fun.

There might be something wrong with me.

I love JtHM.

So, this has been one of my favorite things for about ten years now:

Johnny the Homicidal Maniac

so, this brings me immense joy:

https://twitter.com/Johnny_C

People boggle my mind sometimes. I do believe that communication is really, really, really important and that most conflicts could be resolved if people just sat down and REALLY talked with each other. But that takes more time. I had a friend who really let me down, and it wasn't the first time she'd done it. I'm really not even ready to talk about it - I'm still angry, she gets super defensive and likes to put things on me, and we always had a weird unhealthy symbiotic relationship anyway. Plus, she said my favorite boy was rude to her, which he was NOT.

I knew she would be the one to contact me, not the other way around. I got a text from her last night wanting to grab a bite to eat and talk. It's been at least a month since I've even seen her - we used to hang out almost every day. And the thing is, despite the fact that I have almost no social life, I don't miss having her around. All we ever did was drink and try our damnedest to destroy ourselves. I start class in less than two weeks, and I really have to have a good semester, so I can transfer next year.

I don't think I should respond, but then I have this belief that communication is vital, so I don't really know what I'll do. I'm still debating. I'll only go if she buys me lunch, I think. I don't really want to sink any more time or money into my friendship with her if she can still hardly ever bring herself to do anything for me. So I'm naturally a little hesitant. I'm still angry, but maybe what I need is closure.

Like Tigger, I'm the only one.

I just found out there are only six people with my last name in the entire Social Security Death Index. Even my mom's last name has 127 people. I am pretty sure I am the only person with my name in the entire world. I think there's a Katrin with my last name, but still, that's not quite Katherine.

It's kind of lonely, being the only one.

There's apparently a porn star who calls herself Katie Kaos. I'm not her. Though I'd probably be making more money if I was. *le sigh* Kaos isn't my real last name.

hello.

So, I think that this blog will be where I post less sensitive information from now on.

Das ist alles.