I know I may be on a downer I'm still ready to dream

So I really think the world is ending. It seems like every day there's a major disaster somewhere. Earthquakes, Tsunamis, (I totally spelled that right on the first try. I'm so impressed with myself) plus all this snow... This is not ok. I have way too much to accomplish before I die. I've only got a handful of things crossed off on my list of things to do before I croak. I won't even have graduated college yet. That's not even fair. Nor will I be old enough to legally drink. I won't be married or have a chance to come back to my high school reunion and be all famous and stuff and laugh at the hoes. Not cool.

New Found Glory was AWESOME. Oh my god. So good. So much fun. I have so many bruises. And someone crowd surfing got dropped on my head and I almost passed out. My drunk concert buddy Nate and Blaine had to pick my up off the floor and stand me up. Now I keep getting these splitting head aches....I have one now. Whatevs. So worth it. Apparently the hot guy from Rock Star is friends with the members of NFG and all these other bands and was there helping them sound tech and stuff and partied with them till like, 6 am after the show. He was like 'you should have grabbed me. We coulda hung out.' Ugh. That would have been so awesome. He was telling me about how the guys from Dropkick Murphy's were snowed in at some bar in Monroeville and they were texting the NFG guys all pissed about it. That's hilarious. I need to figure out Hot Guy from Rock Star's name... haha

It's a shame cool people tend to be so fucked up in the head. Really.

How selfish of you to believe in the meaning of all the bad dreaming.

I'm afraid this is happening again. I don't know what I'll do.

Oh and thanks a lot for ruining everything I had worked out.

I don't know what to tell you; There's just this thing about 'cha

I love my tattoo. It's so pretty... And it's flawless. Johnny did such a great job. I couldn't be happier.

Let me tell you something... tattoos don't hurt nearly as bad as everyone says. I got mine on my foot, and honestly, on a pain scale of 1-10, I'd give it like a 4 or 5. When they hit bone it's like, a 7. But when I fell on my bad knee at rehearsal last week (not the one in my last blog. The other knee haha) I'm pretty sure it hurt worse than my tattoo. And I think my piercings hurt worse too, particularly my belly button. My conch was definitely more sore afterwards than this is. I couldn't touch my right ear for like, a month.

It just hit me last night that my tattoo isn't going anywhere. It seems like that would be obvious, and I knew that, it's just that I hadn't looked at it in a while and I almost forgot about it, and I glanced down because I had to pick something up and I saw it and it hit me. But like I said, I think it's gorgeous so I'm perfectly fine with it. And I can't wait to get more. It's such a cool experience. Even though it hurts a little, I sort of like the way it feels. Plus you meet interesting people, because in general, the people hanging around tattoo shops that are friends with the artists are pretty interesting. This guy was talking to me about his roommate's skanky girlfriend, and I got to hang out with Chris a little bit. Amanda got her tattoo too, at the same time. Nick did it. It turned out really nice too, but I like mine better :)

If this stupid snow keeps me from going to Pittsburgh with Blaine, Imma flip shit. I am SO over the snow. I'm ready for summer now. Nature....the snow was cool at first, but you're going over-board. It's possible to have too much of a good thing. Begin back peddling immediately....give me summer nooowwww.

...from the passenger seat as you are driving me home.

Sam asked me to prom today. I'm so excited. Me, Sam, Kayla, and Connor are going together. We're going to have so much fun.

Other than that, today kind of sucked. Well, rehearsal did. I hurt my knee again. And it's killing me. I can hardly straighten it. And when I hurt it dan krack just yelled at me. And everyone's mad at me, it seems. And nobody gave me hugs goodbye. And Allie Lubic says I ruined her life for going to prom with sam. So she hates me and pushes me and his me with her mug. Being there till 8 at night is terrible and I hate it. I'm literally there for like, 13 hours every day. This has officially stopped being fun. The only fun I have is seeing my friends.

So I'm just gonna watch Wall-e and cuddle with Angel because she loves me unconditionally.

Dance, dance your decay all the while, unknowing youre led astray

Blogging kind of lost a lot of it's pizazz when I realized that I really can't just say what I want because a ton of people that shouldn't care about what I have to say read this. If you see me on an almost daily basis, but haven't talked to me since I was like, 13, then why intrude now? It's just weird.

Why do you apologize then continue to ignore me? Why did you waste your dollar if you were just going to keep on hating me?

Don't think that this is all innocent fraternizing. I've planned this all out. Wednesday is just step one. I'm not goin' nowheres.

I understand now. I just woke up the other day and realized I didn't really like you anymore if I really thought about it. And I don't miss you terribly. Sorry.

Left you love notes on their headstones

Last night, I learned the proper way to decapitate a zombie with a shovel.

Today, I used that technique to break up the 14 inch thick pile of ice on my front deck.

Ice everywhere: quake with fear.

This here is for a good time, so everybody get off of your asses

lolcats will never get old.

A kiss could have killed have killed me, were it not for the rain.

I've been thinking about writing a blog all day today (Since there was nothing else to think about) and now that I'm here, I don't really know what I want to say.

Venture Brothers is amazing. I can't believe I haven't watched it until now. But I'm SO GLAD I finally watch it.

My big silver hoops broke today. I have another pair but it still really annoyed me, especially due to the circumstances.

Right now, I'm reading Gone With The Wind, Choke, and a book about Buddhism. Wind is like, my comfort book, because I just love the story so much, Choke is really dark and sardonic, and Buddhism is really interesting to me. And it makes sense. I think Americans need to learn more about different religions. So many people are Christians by default, and maybe if people learned about different religions they would find one that's more fulfilling.

I hate feeling like this over your inconsistencies. What the hell.

I wiped out on the ice this evening. I got instant bruises.

I like pictures of every day things. I'm sure they meant something to somebody. And I'm not one to judge, considering the stupid shit I'm emotionally attached to.

Look at the stars. Look how they shine for you

Hello little prince. I love you. And I miss you.

I'm re-reading this today.

Let's get wrecked on pop tarts and sex and see the Taj Mahal

We're slowly turning into a Great Value family, like so many of my friends before me. Actually, basically everything in our house is either Great Value or Aldie's off-brand stuff. It's fine..I'm not concerned. I'm just making an observation. The Great Value fruit and nut trail mix is like....huge and really really good. Its been my main food source for like, the past week. IT'S SO TASTEY. Except the cranberries. And apricots....which I already established are strange.

I think it's so funny that because I strategically took a vacation day on Friday, the break for this snow storm was literally almost as long as Christmas break. This is the best senior year ever. Like...I'm just gonna skip the make up days anyway, so it's really not an issue to me.

However, I'm running out of things to do. I spent the day watching the rest of season 1 of venture brothers....I have to go over to Blaine's and get season 2. He's up at Thiel right now visiting Mel. So this weekend is going to be a bit of a recovery weekend...Last weekend was pretty crazy. This week was semi-crazy. I spent a good amount of it being kind of nocturnal. Tonight I'm going to see Anything Goes at St. Vincent with my mom, tomorrow I have rehearsal 9-1 and then mah date with Chris, and Sunday I think Pope and I are having dinner? I dunno. He hasn't mentioned it lately. I'm not concerned. If we don't do anything I'll make dinner for my mom, and I'll cook something fancy from Mastering the Art of French Cooking.

I wish I had set aside a day just to lay around and read my book. Gone With The Wind is taking foreverrr and I have so many books I want to read right now...

I thought I killed all my fishies, but it's ok...I fed them in time. No worries.

I still want a snake. Like, real bad. I haven't moved on...

M-m-my heart like a kick drum

I love when I meet a cool, fascinating, intriguing, and friendly person that has good taste in music and a passion for record albums that finds me just as interesting.

Walk the coolest walk you know...I know you know.

Look around your room. If you thought you were going to have to leave RIGHT NOW and you could only take what was most important to you, and only what you could carry, what would you take? Having to decide is a humbling experience and its one everyone should have to go through because it helps you realize your priorities.

I was almost kicked out of my house the day after my birthday, and here's what I packed:

-underwear and socks

-t-shirts and thermal shirts

-jeans and a pair of sweats

-my laptop, ipod, charger, and the ipod chord

-phone and phone charger

-journal, sketch book, papers for school, and my Gone With the Wind book

-Oats

-makeup and tampons

-bottle of water

-a picture of my Baba and I

-Wallet and checkbook

That being said, I was not kicked out and all of this packing nonsense turned out to be for nothing. HOWEVER, in case of an emergency, now I know exactly what I'll need.

Apricots are weird. I don't like them.

Yeah so anyway, speaking of birthdays, I'm eighteen now. It's sorta weird because I'm for reals not a kid anymore. I mean, I'm not a grownup by a long shot, but to now be considered an adult is bitter-sweet. Bitter because my childhood is over and I now have to be responsible. Sweet because I HAD THE BEST BIRTHDAY EVER! Storm of the century? Hells yeah. "stay in your house! we are in a state of emergency!" Yeah bull. While everyone was flipping out over the end of the world, Blaine, Joe, Brant and I were driving around Latrobe with our windows down, blasting "Boom Boom Boom" and "Wannabe" and dancing our merry hearts out. It was such a good time. Then we went sledding over at the country club on this giant hill....we went sledding again today after we gave up on our snowball fight at keener with blaine, pope, brant, joe, kate kovalchek (sp) me, and luke yandrick. As far as I know, same crew's going tomorrow. I'm so 'cited.

I hadn't given Blue October a chance before. I'll admit, I heard "Dirt Room" and thought they were all a bunch of lunatics. But now that I've started to actually listen to them, I like them. But I still don't like "Dirt Room" for the record. However, "Breakfast After Ten" is so bad ass, it redeems everything.

No squealing, remember that it's all in your head.

Bach to Rock is the coolest class ever. We just get CDs containing all this different music, with everything from Vivaldi to Brahms to Glen Miller to The Beatles to Coldplay and our homework is to listen to them and figure out what instruments are being played. After class, we stand in the back and hack. Our out of class assigment is to go to 2 concerts. BEST CLASS EVER. Right now I'm listening to "O Magnum Mysterium" which is a choral renaissance piece by Victoria. It's lovely and a little sad. I think he was Italian....

Today Kayla came over when we found out we didn't have rehearsal and we hung out down town with Pope, Brant, Bree, Gordon, and Ann. Then we drove over to the Darlington cemetary and had a look see. I think it's such a cool graveyard and I hadn't been there in a while and I wanted to show Kayla. Then we came back to my house and chilled and I french braided her hair. I haven't ever done it before but it wasn't that bad looking. I felt like a big sister :)

In Capstone today, Mr. Richter said "I'm so excited to talk to you guys about energy. I seriously can't wait. I have to like, hold myself back sometimes from telling you about it." And it just made me smile a little bit because like... he was so giddy and actually excited. Energy fascinates him. Its his passion. What's your passion? It's not energy, I bet. But even though it's something as intangible as energy, Mr. Richter is still pursuing his passion. It kind of made my day to be honest.

Logan accused me of talking about him behind his back. I wasn't. Someone was talking to me about him. It's not my problem that he chooses to do scandalous and slightly homosexual things that everyone wants to ask me about. SO ANYWAY he called me stupid, retarded, a moron, backstabbing trash, a piece of shit...and....there was something else...I don't know I deleted the texts. Then he threatened to kill himself over my stupidity. Good timing bud, not even a week after Toby died. That's mature. Whatever. Arielle, Kayla, Sam and I got a good laugh out of his little fit or whatever you want to call it. So now he'll probably hate me till I die and then some.

At this rate I wont have any friends left. BUMMER.

hahahahaha my life...

I'm making everyone valentines. They're obnoxious. Consider yourself warned. Imma work on them after I'm done here while I work on my really difficult homework.

Hey now, you're an all-star...

Today I got my acceptance letter to the University of the Arts.

There's a 7% acceptance rate.

I also received a presidential scholarship from the president of the university for over $12,000 a year.

I couldn't be happier. Really.

My favorite reactions thus far:

Mom- Jumped up and down hugging me and screaming and crying.

Ange- "Holy Shit!!!! CONGRATULATIONS"

Blaine- "What you gonna do next Cate Thomas?" "I'M GOING TO DISNEY WORLD!"

To everyone that told me that I'll never make it because so few actors get anywhere-

To everyone that said I should go to college with a fall back plan for when acting doesn't work out-

To everyone that has ever put me down and made me feel like I'm not good enough-

To everyone that will never make it out of Latrobe and will end up choking on their mediocre existence-

Look at me now : )

I know in the grand scheme of things, getting accepted to college isn't very big, and I probs shouldn't count my chickens before they're hatched, but who cares. I'm proud.

So now the plan is to be an Acting major with a minor in drawing and painting, and then I'll add on the musical theater minor at the beginning of my second semester. I wonder what my room mate will be like...

On another note, today was fun. Rehearsal consisted of me and Emily Puleo sliding around on ice and falling down and laughing.... and we made up silly walks. Um....kayla and I always jack around so that's nothing new. AND my mom took me out for a fancy dinner at Red Lobster, and the hostess was a manager (Little did I know) and I told her that someday I'd be a very famous actor, so she should remember the name Cate Thomas, and she actually asked ME if I was looking for a job, because she wants me to be a hostess because I have such a presence about me. So that's awesome. Imma work at Red Lobster. She basically told me that I have the job and now we just have to go through the motions. TODAY WAS SO GOOD.