Last night at the A's game:

Kat: Woohoo! Yeah!
Nick: Your "Yeah" adds so much emphasis.
(next good play)
Kat: Woohoo! Yeah!
Nick: Yeah!
Kat: Nono, YEAH!
Nick: Yeeah!
Kat: Nono...
Nick: Si!
Kat: YEAH!
Nick: Si!
Kat: Yeah!
Nick: Si!
Kat: Si!
Nick: Yeah!
Kat: Haha...

So today I was at work...and for some reason I was just so happy to be doing what I was doing. You have to understand, parts of my job are perfectly mindless. If you can alphabetize you've pretty much got it down. These thoghts kept running through my head though...thoughts like "Gee! This is great! I'm so glad I'm helping people! Yeah! I'm so glad to be busy, doing something, being useful. I wonder if THAT person needs any help? Yeah!"

Good Lord...200 hundred years ago in Russia I would've been a friggin' perfectly contented little serf or something...woohoo. yeah.

So I ran into Elvis today at Starbucks! He's charming, really. We must have talked for an hour about my trips abroad to third world countries (on which I established numerous orphanages, hospitals, and ran around making presents of food and much needed vaccines to the poor starving common people) and conferences with various world leaders. Just for the record the Dalai Lama positively hates it when you approach him with the greeting "Hellllllo Dolly!" So don't do that. Very uncouth. Sadly, I had to leave Mr. Presley when I got word of a large conflagaration a few miles away. Don't worry though, I traversed the distance on foot and got there in time to save a baby from the burning building. And now I do believe I will go start my homework and then rest up for luging practise tomorrow before class...2006 Olympics here I come!

Awww...my poor little blog...so neglected...I never was very good about keeping diaries. I'm a terrible pen pal too. I suppose I just don't think that most of the stuff that happens to me is too terribly interesting. At least not interesting enough to commit to paper (errr...website?) It's like affirming my own mediocrity when I write things like, "Today at precisely 7 am I awoke and proceeded to eat breakfast yadda yadda..." I mean, really! How enthralling is that? I have this fear that I'll keep a diary and then one day after I'm gone archeologists will find it, decipher it, and say, "What IS this dribble?! Why do we CARE that she has corn flakes for breakfast?! Didn't this person understand that she was writing for the future?! Did she have nothing to commit to posterity?! No socially redeeming insights to offer us on life?! For Chrissakes Woman! How COULD you be so base?!" How embarassing. Truly. So anyway, because I have about 300 pages left to read tonight and therefore need to procrastinate, I'm just going to make some things up.