And One for Mahler

For old sake's sake, anyone who finds the reference in the title gets a muffin. One catch - Google's cheating. I will allow you one clue. "Stritch."

The school library is completely and totally silent. It's a weird feeling, like I'm sinking in a noise vaccuum. I didn't spell that right. It doesn't matter, either, because there isn't any audience here in the library. I could make something, right now, and call it art. I could say that this year is my art, my piece of art, my masterpiece. Life is an art, I could say.

However, I am fourteen now. Now we are fourteen as the Winnie the Pooh guy would say.

I realize that I've done some stupid things in the past year. (The best part about this bit is that every one of you thinks it's about you, while in fact it isn't. No, not even you. Or you. Or you, sir, I know exactly what you're thinking because that's what I do.) Then again, so have you all. (Don't bother denying it, you're all idiots and jerks and insensitive and all that lovely stuff and I love you madly anyway although not in the way I may have previously ALL YOUR CONVOLUTED SENTENCES ARE BELONG TO US) So I would like to excuse my more bizarre actions by quoting the Pooh guy. Again.

"'I don't see much sense in that,'" said Rabbit.

"'No,'" said Pooh humbly, "'there isn't. But there was going to be when I began it. It's just that something happened to it along the way.'"

That's the story of Kat's life as a bear of very little brain.

But in short. You know, at the Webby awards the acceptance speeches can only be five words long? True fact, word sideways, frontways, backways, anyways you like. (Johnny Depp Sweeney oh yes.) So, five words. In short.

And Now, On With Life.

Quote of the Day

"Owning multiple accesories is a very life affirming thing, and I wanted you to have that experience."

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