HOT HOT HOT!

OK, as I roast as I type... I am seriously going to clean up my bedroom and have Chris put the TV in there until the weather gets cooler. Man, fuck this shit! ... ... Sorry... I'm a little cranky when I'm hot and so is Chris and so is Simone. So, you can imagine the home environment.

Well, some shit went down on the ole school yard these past days. I have been plagued with the plights of my archnemisis ... we'll call her Lady Shurwhinesalot. Thursday, my new colleagues and I were chatting at the front of the classroom when L.S. starts throwing a HUGE DIVA fit. Unbeknownst to us all, she was receiving a full body massage from her sidekick. She was all like "Can we keep it down to a low freekin' roar? Let's show some respect." In which her sidekick replies, "It's not in their vocabulary." L.S. then concedes, "Oh just wait until they're practicing on someone. We'll just tear this bitch up!" I think that I and only one of the new girls heard her spout of drama. I was peeeeissssed! You know... I hate being a tattle tale. I wasn't trying to be a tattle tale. But her episode was just so wrong. The new girls should not have to go to school in that environment. She was a being a little fucker. So, I told the teacher. I know... I know... I'm a narc. But I had to handle it someway. It was either that or having to get my pregnant ass up and start yelling at her.

Oh... for those who didn't know... I'm pregnant.

Anyways.... Saturday comes around. I am sooooo totally booked! All of my appointments showed up. It was glorious. I was so happy. L.S. starts being nice and to me and the others again. It's constantly like this. She hates you one day and loves you the next. Then out of no one she says, "Katie, I want to compliment you. You've come a long way. You're getting lots of rebooks and everything." I was floored. It really means a lot to hear that from her. She being the best thing that's ever hit Mr. John's... ya know. I just don't understand why she can't be sweet and encouraging all the time. She has the capacity. Oh well.

I'm very excited to say that I've actually got some work coming to me. This girl at school is a licensed massage therapist. So, she needs me to do a little data entry for her. She's a got a new program and she wants me to enter all her clients into it. She's got like 300 clients. She's going to pay me and everything. Best yet, she's going to let me work at home! YAY! I'm excited.

At school, we're starting the "Real World" salon experience. They've split the school up into 4 different "salons" (teams) and it's going to be like a real salon. There's going to be managers and bookkeepers and marketing people just to name a few of the "jobs". Plus every week we get a "paycheck" we can use at auctions. We also get prizes for being the best "salon" at every Mr. John's location. I'm pretty psyched up about it. I actually get to see what kind of money I'll be making once I'm out of school. The paycheck they give us will be based on the prices of a real salon!! Plus, I'm the only esthetician in my salon. So, I could really do a lot. I'm excited!

Well, I'm going to eat and then I'm going to lie in my bedroom for the remainder of the day. It's hot in the rest of the house! BLEH!

School stuff...

I was called sweet for the first time by an acquaintance. I've never thought that I would be consider sweet. Funny, yes. Helpful, yes. But sweet.... hmmmm... I've always that of someone who was sweet who is also a little shy and doesn't have anything bad to say about another person. Believe me, I'm not shy and I have plenty of bad things to say... about bad people of course. I try hard to be sweet. But it comes off wrong. I'm not saying that people don't love me and they don't want to be around me. Because I have plenty of friends. I just never thought that I would be described as sweet.

I really like the new girls in the class. They are very sweet. For a lack of a better word. But they really get along with everyone. They are very much willing to learn. They soak up everything like a sponge. It's very cool. I kinna like teaching the new girls the ropes. I feel important. Of course, they do not know the pursuasive powers of the one and only hot shit herself. Thursday, J and I were so pissed at her. She's always stealing mark offs from us. Stealing the girls away from us when we already planned the same thing with them. Last Saturday, I was to do one girl's makeup and H.S. pulls her away and says "I'm going to do it. I will do it." And then ... she doesn't even do it!!! What the HELL is that all about??? That could've been a mark off for me. And then J was going to do a facial on another girl and then after lunch H.S. had stolen her. J was pissed. It's just not right........... oh well.... only 2 more months of hell!! 2 more months....

Chris doesn't think I should get to worked up about her. Which I shouldn't. I'm better than that. I should just let it roll off me. But it just pisses me off how she acts. She's so better than everyone. Sorry honey... you ain't shit.

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A Fountain of Chili

The dream I had last night was probably one of my weirdest. I had a dream that my dad was still alive. I didn't talk to him in this one. I could never find the time for it. My sisters were the new students at school. So we went out to the city. We walked around. I almost got run over by some cars. It was good times. We all went the park. It was a huge park. We went to another section. Chris was there. He was in a fountain of chili. He told me to clean his mouth off. It had chili on it. So, I did and then he does a nestea plunge in the shit. I was so mad because I had just cleaned his mouth and it's all over him.

So, I consulted my dream dictionary once again. If I see a street and I don't recongise it, that means a money making venture is in the cards. If I am walking in a park, that means that I shouldn't set my sights too high. Unfortunately there's nothing about a chili fountain. So there you have it. YAY! for me! I've been excited about my dreams because they have all been good.

If you guys ever want a dream interpretted let me know. Send me an email about a dream that you've had. Please be VERY detailed. Let me know if any of the details you think aren't that important. But email me your dream and I'll figure it out for you.

Something or Rather...

Chris and I watched the new Twiztid video. It was cool. Unfortunately nothing will top the FreekShow album and the We Don't Die video. I loved that video. It was so sexy. I don't know. Maybe it wasn't all that sexy because it had clips of a female mutant shaking her moneymaker.

I think maybe, I'm growing out of it all. I know that there are many juggalo adults out there. There has to be. They've been around for a long time. I just am not feeling them anymore. I remember when I was a gung ho juggalette, I couldn't see how people could just up and sell all their shit and stop listening to their music. "They must've not been a real Juggalo!" I would say. But now I see, they just grew out of it. And maybe it's because their quality of music is going downhill.

I'm not saying that I'm not a Juggalo at heart. I'm just saying that I have a daughter that I need to raise. And... (here I go) I don't think Simone should be exposed to that yet. A lot has changed because of her. Maybe that's why I'm not into it. I just don't want to have her hear about hacking up people or putting them in an attic. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not getting all straight laced on ya! I'm not going to be going around to my juggalo family and saying... "You shouldn't listen to that... it's devil music." I still have much love for Twiztid and ICP. It's just a phase in my life that has been completed.

I will never forget the first time I listened to Twiztid's Mostasteless. It was like a lifting of spirit. As strange as it may seem. I just felt like I found myself. I knew who I was. I could stand up for myself a little better... although, I'm still a pushover. But not so much now. I remember the first time I watched Big Money Hustlers. Andrew and I would sit there with our Candy Apple Faygo and sit there and laugh. So many good memories, good times at concerts... talking for hours about Madrox with my Symbotie, Michelle. Times and memories I will never forget.

So, if I'm not a Juggalo... what am I? I am Kathryn Katie Kat Kittie Marie Vogel. Someone who loves her family and friends no matter what label they are. Someone who loves making memories with said family and friends. Someone who is on the verge of success after she completes school. Someone that you can't put a label on.

Dream Interpretation and Other Matters...

Chris had brought some more boxes and bags from my mom's. We unpacked all of that stuff. It was very frustrating. I wish that we could just throw everything away but I just have so many emotions attached to these possessions. It's crazy. I loathe everything but I can't throw anything away. I did throw some things away like writings that I wrote about my old boyfriends and lovers. Jeesh... those were some scary times. I'm glad I don't feel that unhealthy with Chris. It's just weird how I would put myself in certain situations just to dilude myself into thinking that they were interested in me. *shudders*

As we were unpacking things, I came across my dream books. I was very excited! I wanted to interpret my dream that I had recently about my dad and Wisconsin. What the books told me were that there will be success and happiness in my life and that I should take an older person's advice. I'm very excited about the interpretation of that dream! YAY! Chris and I are going to go back up to Wisconsin. And we're probably going to move closer to Andrew and Michelle since we can't get them to move to Madison. Fuckin' pansies!

Another thing I came across were some drawings of the comic Andrew and I were going to do. It brought back a lot of good memories. I am going to pick back up again. I'm, of course, going to change it up a little bit because some of the things were a reflections of our lives. Like the relationships we had at the time or lack of. But not too much is going to change. I am going to keep all of the original characters in it. I don't want to disclose too much but Andrew knows what I'm talking about. I'm not going to have a comic soon because I'm still practicing the sketching and all but I would love for Andrew to do this with me! I would love for Biggie's and Michelle's help too! And all of my other friends too!

School is going good. There are 4 new girls in the class. They're really nice. I'm trying to teach them as much as I can and I'm trying to make them comfortable to come to me about anything. Because I wasn't comfortable at first with anyone. I felt so out of place and I don't want these girls to feel the same way. And one of the other students is being a real big bitch. She can't handle the fact that everyone is just adoring her. She is FAKE! I hate that. It makes me want to barf whenever I hear her. She thinks that she's better than everyone. And the reality is that most people are better than her. GRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!

I got an email from a childhood friend. He made my day. The letter was so sweet and everything. I mean no disrespect to my other friends when I say this but he just said a lot of good things about me! So, I hope to hang out with him sooooon!

Well, that's my novel... I hope you all enjoyed the read. And ANDREW COMMENT ON MY SHIT PLEASE!!! I always comment on yours. *cry*