Kate Godfrey

Animalistic and Silver Man Live

2010-12-29T15:29:00.002-07:00

Hey all! Here is the latest Footage from our last show at the Bit N' Spur On Dec 14th! Great big thanks to Jason Butler for providing the videos! Nice work! This show was oodles of fun :)
-Kate

New Years Eve Show!

2010-12-28T02:37:00.004-07:00

This New Years Eve come join us for the countdown into 2011 @ Jazzy's Rock N' Roll Grill in St. George. Live Rock Bands, delicious food, beer, wine, and roasted coffees! All ages can attend! $8 at the door. Don't miss out on the local talent from:
Less Than Lucid
Kate Godfrey Ensemble
The Plague
& The Evil Baldwins
See you there!

-Kate Godfrey

Tedinitis. A wake up call.

2010-09-15T11:45:00.004-07:00

After playing the shows out in Chino Valley (Two full days with full sets of music) my right wrist began feeling a very intense burning sensation. Lifting, pulling, pushing, anything I did suddenly became impossible without pain. My wrist became so inflamed it looked almost as if I had golf ball lodged within my wrist. After a full week back from our trip I decided I would go out to the local hospital for a second opinion. It didn't take long for the doctor to tell me;
"That's definitely a Tendinitis."
I didn't like hearing this from her...but I was glad to have some kind of closure on my condition.
Tendinitis is a repeated use injury, and seems to be most common in athletes, and individuals that have a lifestyle based around a particular type of body movement, (I.E. Runners, Landscapers, musicians...) And these type of people are the most difficult to convince them to take it easy.
I know I didn't, and still don't want to cease playing the guitar. But the stiff burning that occurs after playing certainly is a wake up call. This is just physical proof that I need to change my ways, and stop pushing myself. It's humbling to me to know I'm not invisible. As silly as that sounds, that's were I became so distraught. Suddenly now feeling like I had to start at square one, and rethink the way I come back at this. This will be a barrier indeed, but I will surpass it.
Currently we are recording tracks, I'm not playing nearly as often, but when I do I wear an splint on my wrist. In almost exactly two weeks from now I have a big music festival I am going to be playing. I am saving up my energy to play that to my fullest.

The event happens September 24th and 25th. We will go on September 25th at 2pm. It's $15.00 for the first day, and $20.00 for the second. You can pay for both days $30.00 and save $5.00.

Visit My Official Facebook Event Page

Also, Visit Official Website for Event.

All in all, this is life, and we all have these obstacles to overcome. This may be another two weeks...It could be two months...either way...
"Don't bring me down!! GRRRROSS!"
Love ya guys,
-Katelyn OUT!

Chino Valley Show.

2010-09-02T04:20:00.002-07:00

Description:
Come out and enjoy two days of live music with Kate and the gang outside of Stronghold's Smoke N' Stuff, which is across the street from The Iron Horse Bar. Live music, Drinks, and Refreshments readily available! What have you got to loose? Come out and spend a fantastic Labor Day weekend! (September 4th and 5th) Starts at 7pm. Ages 18+ only.

Age Requirement: 18+

Read more: http://events.myspace.com/Event/6280504/Kate-Live-in-Chino-Valley#ixzz0yN1RYNO2

Who: Kate Godfrey
When:
Saturday, September 04, 2010 7:00 PM - Sunday, September 05, 2010 10:00 PM MST
Where: Sronghold Smoke N' Stuff
910 s route 89
Chino Valley AZ 86323

Read more: http://events.myspace.com/Event/6280504/Kate-Live-in-Chino-Valley#ixzz0yN1ZGWaY

Earth Day 2010

2010-02-28T14:50:00.004-07:00

Last Year we were fortunate enough to play many concerts in the great outdoors of Springdale Utah, home of Zion National Park. One of the most memorable for myself, was the Earth Day Celebration Concert. Located on the lawn outside of the Bit N' Spur, with the magnificent stone walls of Zion as our back drop.

OOOOOOH and the smell of the locally prepared food provided by the various vendors was enough to keep you salivating for weeks! (Infact, I'm salivating now!) Brad and friends from The Bit N' Spur Restaurant and Saloon offered a scrumptious vegetable curry with rice.
Photographed above, is yours truly, and David Durrant performing our song "Knock On Wood," The crowd was great! They devoted full attention, and had plenty of fun.

The lineup last year featured guests such as, Brushfire, The Watchmen, Lyn Cassell, Black Hens, McKay Tebbs, (myself)Kate Godfrey, and Brainstorm. All of which came and contributed their part in making the day a spectacular event to be had. Don't miss it this year!

APRIL 24TH KATE RETURNS FOR EARTH DAY
This year we are again in the line up, however I am unaware of the other artists participating, until I am further informed. Below is some information on the event, I'll keep you posted on updates.

Peace and Love,
-Kate Godfrey

SATURDAY, APRIL 24th @ The Bit N’ Spur 12:00pm
1212 Zion Park Boulevard,
Springdale, Utah 84767

**FREE ADMISSION**

Song From My Heart

2010-02-21T17:23:00.003-07:00

Hello Readers! Kate is Back!
After many many many, late nights, hours of tracking, mixing, and mastering, the birth of a masterpiece is among us! With the help of my comrade David Durrant (Durrantula) we put together our newest creation "Song From My Heart." Which is available for a free download, or just a quick listen, at either of our Myspace pages.

Sean Stubblefield, an independent author and publisher, hired yours truly to create an appropriate theme song for his latest novel "Long Story Short." With soft ambient vocals, sensual synths, and organic percussion, this song is certainly a treat for the ears.

It could possibly be one of the most satisfying projects I have taken on! I'd like to specially thank my counter part Durrantula, for making this happen. :) I owe it all to your diligence, and creativity.

Check out the links below:

SEAN'S MYSPACE PAGE <<< Check out Sean's Myspace! Links will be provided for the purchase of his Book.

DURRANTULA'S MYSPACE <<< Recording Engineer for "Song From My Heart," along with many others. He is also a talented songwriter, and has taken on many musical projects of his own.

KATE GODFREY'S MYSPACE <<< Go ahead and pa-ruse more of my madness! More music, photo's, tour dates, and information on the creature known as Kate Godfrey.

Until next time kids,
Talk to you Later!

-K8 the Godfrey

2009 E.P.

2009-07-27T14:08:00.005-07:00

Hello! Everyone!

New and exciting things are just around the corner! We are planning to hopefully have T-shirts, fine art prints, handmade jewelery, and new recordings for everyone to enjoy!

Until then, we have completed our six song 2009 Extended Play CD until the "BIG Shabab" hits the merch booth.
Song list of EP:
1. KNOCK ON WOOD
2. RANTS ON A STORM
3. THE DEVICE
4. SONG OF SAND
5. IN STARE MENTAL
6. CLOSER

With the outstanding efforts of David Durrant, Drummer and Engineer. We were able to pull off a very "studio" quality sound, without actually stepping foot into a recording studio. Visit his myspace at www.myspace.com/durrantula
Durrant has been involved in many musical projects in the past. He is skilled in more ways than one. And thus far, this has been one of the best years for yours truly! Thank again everyone. Catch you later!
-Godkat (Kate Godfrey)
\\// peace!

Intelegent Rape Services

2009-02-02T17:19:00.004-07:00

It seems I have been out of the world of blogging for quite some time. I haven't updated any of my online Katelynaphernalia in months... It's so easy to get out of the loop, and become burnt out on the same tasks...a comment here, and reply there. Sometimes it seems that, that's all life is; offs and ons....
For the first time I decided I would try to do my taxes by myself online. I don't know what happened, but now instead of receiving a certain amount, I apparently owe the IRS money. They already took out my earnings for the year, and scraped from the top, feeding into things I don't agree on, and now....I owe 586 dollars?! It's my money...this is illogical and strange.
My balance before the IRS tried to withdraw this amount, was around 66 dollars....is it possible, I wonder, that it's required to have the allotted amount of your tax return in your account before they can hand it over? Still, that seems to unnecessary...
My best guess is that I filled something out incorrectly when I filed electronically. And now I am stuck with the worry of the IRS trying to withdraw this amount again sometime in the future. And ofcorse they will just expect me to hand it over if that happends, I don't have that kind of money, and Zions Bank charges redictulous overdraft fees.
I know exactly why they haven't "forgotten who keeps them in buisiness...."
They'll rape you for all you are, and then some...at any given tiney mistake, it will escalate in a vicious snowball effect, leaving you far down into the hole of debt.
Those have been my latest issues...
On a lighter note, I am working on a studio album, available this summer. I'll keep you posted.
Fight the power.
-Kate Godfrey

Hair, Henna, and Ani.

2008-06-16T21:36:00.011-07:00

So after about a year and a half (give or take) of doing nothing to new to my look, I decided I was due for a bit of a change. I didn't want to go to dark, so I chose the lightest brown I could find. When I first rinsed the dye out, I was totally freaked out. For some reason it looked rather dingy, almost like a grayish purple. But after I used the conditioner that came in the package, you can see it really warmed up the tone.

My hair ended up being a bit lighter than the picture on the package, but that is probably because my hair is sort of light to begin with. Overall I am satisfied with the way it turned out. I'm glad I went for the two tone dye, it really adds a cool "dynamic" to the overall look.

Oh yes, by the way, my expression on the "before" picture is meant to be silly...I can't remember why I used that picture for the before shot...Anyway, at least you see my hair color, that's the point.

I realize I haven't posted any photo's of my henna work yet, so here you go! the foot on the far right is my cousin Tosha, and the hand, and other foot belong to me.

Since this picture was taken, I learned that using medical tape to hold down the dried henna paste works quite well for sealing the henna in place.
My earlier designs ended up being a bit messy (as you can tell) because I didn't use a proper sealing method.

I have really taken a liking to doing henna tattoos, it's probably one of the most addicting things I have gotten into in a while.

Oh yes! One more thing! I am going to See Ani Difranco in Salt Lake this weekend! Whooo hoooo! I am very excited. This is something that I wouldn't miss for the world! I have been a fan of hers for quite some time. I am ubber stoaked.

Man...well that was a really ADD-style blog entry! I hope you enjoyed!
Peace Out\\//

-Kate

Compilation CD RELEASE!

2008-06-02T21:31:00.004-07:00

Miss Me last time? No fear comrade, fate brings you yet another concert! I'm glad we are finally getting our sound out in the open air. It almost seemed like we were stuck in a cave after all of those long band practices! The sound is really coming together, and I am very please with the "jive," we have going on.
Important! Don't miss the upcoming concert to launch off the release of the compilation CD!

June 14th 2008 at The Jazzy Java
285 North Bluff Street, St. George, Utah 84770
$6 for early tickets, and $8 at the door.

Kate Godfrey, and many more! You'd totally be missing out on this one! For early tickets, just email me at godkat@gmail.com, or just leave a comment on this blog inquiring about tickets.

Thanks Again loyal readers!
-Kate

SUSWA festival details!

2008-05-12T22:10:00.002-07:00

Okay, below I have the details for the upcoming event! I hope you can make it out! It will be oodles of fun!

May, 29th 2008, Down Town St. George
50 South Main, St. George, Utah 84770
Cost : jack squat

"On May 29th in St. George, Utah, Tabernacle and and 100 south will be closed off for festivities, food, and live music! The stage will be located in front of the bell tower. Parking will be available at the Tabernacle, the Library, or in the Wells Fargo Bank parking lot.
Come watch myself, and an array of many talented artists! The more the merrier! Don’t miss out."

View Map

much love,
Kate

S.U.S.W.A.

2008-04-29T19:23:00.003-07:00

So I was finally contacted via email yesternight (new word) by S.U.S.W.A. (Southern Utah Song Writers Association). I'M IN! I got sort of nervous about maybe not being good enough, or having an inadequate recording quality on the songs I sent in to the compilation CD...And it didn't help that they took a while trying to unsuccessfully contact me over the phone. Thankfully I thought to give them an email address as a second form of communication. I was starting to think I'd never have a chance. But I guess it's going to work out after all!
We are going to be playing a celebration festival on May 29th in St. George, Utah. I will keep you updated on the details! Until next time, Katelyn OUT!

Also, for your entertainment, I have posted a video taken at our last concert. I hope you enjoy!

Intimidation, Hope, and Henna.

2008-04-05T00:40:00.004-07:00

This world we live in is so based upon contests...hitting the charts...making it BIG! It's a concept that scares the living hell out of me. On one hand, I'd love nothing more than to make a career out of doing what I love most...music and art. Though on the other hand, in such an industry, it isn't something that is right or wrong...it's purely subjective, it's up to the listener. It's sort of a gamble really. I guess we will see kids. If I become somewhat known then I guess that's what was meant to be. If not...then well. I don't know. Maybe I'll just play gigs in pubs, and paint murals for lonely old ladies for the rest of my life.

Good news though! It seems (through the examination of a recent bank statement) that one hundred and thirty five dollars was taken out of my account. That means my friends...that one of my songs made it on to the compilation! Hurray! I still haven't heard from them in any way shape or form...they just sort of helped themselves to the cash. *sigh* They took the money out last month! You'd think they'd of contacted me by now.

Oh well, I guess I can't rush these kind of things. Their is most likely a logical reason for their lack of communication. I mean, I wasn't the ONLY one trying out for the damn thing. I am happy to see that someone who deals with recording music as a profession has recognized some quality in what I sent in. It's all thanks to my uncle Ken and his awesome technological know how. He recorded the tracks I sent in to Spiral Studios. So shout out to him! You rule man.

Oooh. Also I have just tried using henna tattooing for the first time tonight. That is actually my main reasoning for sitting here at the computer into the wee hours of the morning typing a blog entry...I'm waiting for the henna to soak all the way in before I go to bed. I'll probably post some pictures to show how they turned out here in the near future. It was a lot easier to apply then I had imagined it being in the past. It came in a kit called "Earth Henna," with the henna powder, solution, and eucalyptus oil all in a cute little woven pouch. Along with two cue tips and a couple of sticks to move around the henna (I ended up not using either of these extra items.) I think for the most part I am happy with what I designed. I painted it on my feet mostly, just in case it turned out horrible, so no one would be able to see it. Either way, I had fun...So I think I will most likely do this again sometime.
Thats about all for now.
Peace,
Kate

RIP Elijah

2008-03-22T12:05:00.002-07:00

Horrible News...
Two nights ago my dear friend Elijah died in a car accident. He feel asleep at the wheel and drifted off of the road. He wasn't wearing his seatbelt so he was thrown through his wind shield and died instantly. It is so hard when someone you have known for so many years passes on.
I will always remember all of the fun times we shared, and all of the meaningful conversations we had. I cared for him so much, and now I feel guilty that I didn't keep in touch with him better. For the last few years I didn't really go out of my way to check in, now I wish I had.
You can never get used to the agony you feel when someone leaves this world. Especially when it is someone who was never selfish, someone who spent their entire life giving expecting nothing in return. He was a friend that really helped me through rough times. He was always such a kind spirit, who could light up an entire room with his jokes, give full hearted advice, and offer a shoulder to cry on when it was needed.

Heres to a life, that to all that knew him...will never forget.
RIP Elijah.

I turned it in.

2008-03-21T09:23:00.003-07:00

So I just turned in my entry for the compilation CD project yesterday. The songs I decided to enter are Song of Sand, and Old Man's Kettle. I choose those songs because they have a consistent beat, and for the most part the recordings turned out okay. I listened to my demo in the car on the way to St. George, and I was feeling somewhat confident it would make it..
After circling the block a few times, I was finally able to stubble upon the location of Spiral Studios. When I stepped in there no one was in the front office area, I could only hear what I thought was a CD playing in the next room. I didn't know weather or not this place was somewhere open to the public, or if I had just wandered into somewhere only available upon reservation.... Not feeling comfortable enough to sit down and read a magazine while sipping on complementary water, I curiously poked my head into the room where I heard the music coming from.
For a brief second I made eye contact with a musician playing the electric guitar, most likely recording...I felt disruptive and out of place, but I remained standing awkwardly in hopes of my presence being noticed. Finally someone stepped out of the music room. I'm so bad at meeting people...
"Oh Hi! um...I just had an entry for that compilation you guys where putting together.."
I swiftly wafted my folder in his face.
"Oh okay, do you have the entry form in here?"
I answered in a caffeinated rush.
"Yeah, I have the form, my demo, and of course...the check!"
We shook hands and exchanged names, then I got the hell out of there. I can really be one of the worst conversationalists sometimes. Mainly when it comes to meeting people for the first time. I also felt sort of intimidated because I was hearing the kind of music that was playing in the next room. It sounded REALLY radio friendly, a lot safer than any of my kind of rough scratchy vocals, strange musical arangements, and odd lyrics...Chances of my being involved in such a compilation seems slim. Only the future will tell my friends...And hey, if I don't get accepted, I will get my $135 bucks back! So whatev.
Katelyn out.

Salvage...

2008-03-16T17:30:00.002-07:00

So I was going through an old blog deleting unnecessary posts. But I decided to save a few poems I wrote back in 2004. I figured poems would always be neat to look back on later...So I hope you enjoy. I think the second one is a little silly....but oh well.

Naked Hypocrisy

expect the unexpected
and accept the unaccepted
a fear of change
so today will be rejected
An uttered hour
smooth but sour
this is just a repetition
of a former condition
the art of my cliches
under no supervision
conform to not conform
searching for the fire pit
the game has now been born

School Night"

How I can I resist to never rest?
I think I'm bout' to get off the computer
but oh! I must take a personality color test!
As I pointlessly browse I notice the clock
Oh my god.....it is late! oh well, suck my cock
On a constant tangent, I do pointless things
I want to have fun now!
care not for tomorrow brings
If tomorrow I tire....then tomorrow I shall
You should know me by now,
I'm the nocturnal kind of gal
I realize this, yes.
It's a school night- I must rest
wtf man! I'm on a pointless quest!!
everything becomes funny
things that aren't usually the sort
My laughter is long
but my sentences are short
Alas my body catches up with my head
I don't want to but I do....
I fall asleep upon my bed

Dramma, and the Sound of my Life.

2008-03-16T12:06:00.004-07:00

Ok Kids....

So Kenny, our bass player for the last SIX months has just pulled an "I don't WANNA," on the project. I'm hoping Barry, (our newly appointed drummer) hasn't done the same. So now, it's back down to just me, Ken, Deanna...and probably Dave. Yes, Dave (aka Frydice) will be taking the place of Kenny, due to the latest turn of events. Maybe things will change, I don't know...But after listening to the jam last night I have to say I am very satisfied with where we are now. We need to, as the first step of togetherness, really get down playing down the basic songs before we can really add a new swing on things. If we aren't really tight with the guitars, it will just through the drummer WAY off sync. We are finally getting there.

I am going to be taking a few clips from the video recording of last night and posting it on YouTube. I will most likely put up a player on one of my near future blog entries so you can hear the haps. My camera's card can only hold 1G so it cut out about halfway through the sesh, but we did get some good stuff down before that happened.

Also, an interest opportunity has just come to my attention in my local area. Several artists of the area have the chance to be featured on a compilation CD. They will also get spots in gigs, radio play, and possibly interviews to open the artist up to a wider range of people. There is a cost of $135 dollars (eek!)...But I may just try for anyway. If the artist's entry is turned down, they will receive a full refund. I'm still debating weather I not I will go for this, but I may be a good idea in the long run.
If any locals are interested click here to check it out.

I would also like to thank No Humble Violet for informing me of this opportunity. Your a cool cat man. Good luck on your entry, I am sure you will kick ass.

So that is all for now folks. Thank you for the read. I'll keep you updated on the latest whatevers.
Kate G.

Tax Returns!

2008-03-14T09:36:00.002-07:00

Hey Peeps! (no, not the edible marshmello baby chickens...)
So the entire concept of tax returns sort of irks my nerves. It seems to be an okay concept in theory, but then they turn around and skim EXTRA off of the top, that probably doesn't fund anything that I would really stand for. I mean, I know I am a part of this working society, but shouldn't the ones with so much more riches than me you know....NOT take my money? It's like this, you are some kid that was lucky enough to be born into a rich family and then CAPLOOIE. You see one of the trailer park kids walking down the road, and you think,
"Oh man. I really need money for that new bicycle I want!" So you proceed to punch the kid in the face, and steal his ten dollars, even though you already had enough money to begin with. Oh well, I guess that is one way to become "rich-ER" if you will.

So enough gripes, I actually do have reason to be happy about the entire concept of tax returns. I GET MONEY! Yes, it was rightfully my money to begin with, but there is just something so satisfying about an entire chunk all at once. I believe I was complaining about not having enough funding on my last blog entry...It's sort of funny that I just so happened to receive a large chunk of dough right after that....ah, the mysterious schemes of this colorful life!
So I really dig of classical guitars. I am thinking about buying one, but I want to be careful not to get sold on a crap deal. The one that I have been looking at is a Black Ibanez classical guitar that has a bass, treble, and volume leveler built into the guitar. The thing sounds AWESOME. So I may be rocking me one of them in the near future. We shall see, I'll keep you updated.
Peace out!
Kate the Lyn

Latest News...

2008-03-10T17:44:00.004-07:00

Man Blogger....I haven't posted in a WHILE! Well anyway, as far as the latest goes...I have been working mostly on my music. I haven't really been witting as much as I'd usually in the past. Instead, I have been collaborating with other musicians working on what I already have written down. My aunt Deanna has been doing the back up vocals and Bongo drums, and my uncle Ken has been doing the lead guitar. The bass guitar is played by Kenny, a friend of Deanna's. The last few jam sessions we have been playing with this drummer named Bary.

I am really happy with most of what we have been working on. However, my more dynamic and unpredictable songs tend to add frustration in those that are trying to follow me. Mostly in my timing, and the changes of riffs. I'm sort of new to this whole "working with other musicians" thing. I mean, I started out as a solo musician...so I tend to just want to take off without giving any warning to the rest of the crew...I'm working on this the best I can.
I really want to get it worked out to be really crisp and together. Hopefully we can get some tracks recorded with all of the accompanying parts, so we can really get a clear idea of what is sounding like what. I just posted a music player on the sidebar to the right. I plays once the page is loaded, so if your speakers are on, then you are most likely listening to some of me tunes! I just thought you may enjoy hearing what I have been working on in my life...

Also, since I have last posted, which I think was back in 07 sometime...I have been purchasing a new vehicle for about a year now! I used to drive a 1986 Oldsmobile Royalle Delta 88, but I have since upgraded to a 2003 Mitsubishi Gallant! The total cost of the car is $7,500.00 so I have been working off my little toosh paying that off. I can't wait until I am done! I already have it down to around $3,900.00 left to pay on it.

Ohhhh, and I also just bought a new digital camera. It's a Sony Cybershot with 12.1 megapixels for around 300 bucks. I really shouldn't have splurged on myself on that one, but I couldn't resist.

I always want more money then I have, there is always something that I can't buy...I shouldn't have these kinds of cravings, but I guess that is what you get when you don't really support the recources...*sigh* I sort of hope my music will help me out with this.
So that is the basic skibby. No college yet. Just work, car, camera, and music. Thanks for reading!
Until Next Time,
Katelyn OUT!

Time

2007-02-22T13:56:00.000-07:00

My dogs are rediculously stupid. But I love them.

Time will come, time will go...Your hair is brown, then later your blond roots start to grow out. It is insane how fast the blur of the past trails behind you. Like some sort of memory train, that weaves through an endless tunnel way of dejavu. Sometimes I swear to god feel time lapse over the present. The way the breeze is causing my curtains to slightly drift up and down, it brings me back to 2004. Time travel, almost. The years have been coming and going, almost as if they are an hour long college class.

Is this so unhealthy? Forcibly looking to the horizon, the future? Maybe life shouldn't be lived like that. People should look to what is immediately around them. Their loved ones, how the DAY feels, and not how the YEAR feels, or even the whole life. Because that is what makes you stagnant, what makes you non progressive. When you don't enjoy every damn second of your day, your NOW! Time is now, dammit! Enjoy every smile from an unfamiliar child ridding by on a bike. Every moment you spend laying on your friends lawn looking up at the night sky. Every fucking moment something MEANINGFUL is being built into your memory. These are things people need to treasure as they are happening.

It seems like ever since the 'responsibility perspective' kicked in nothing has been the same. I don't really know when all of this happened. Seems like some of the only right times in my life were when I was a kid. Back at my first house, playing in the sand and spraying the garden hose up into the air over my head. Damn, those days are SO meaningful.

People should do things they love! If you want to learn the guitar, do it. If you want to pursue a carreer that requires schooling, do it. If you want to get paid for something you are passionate about, do it! BE HAPPY! Because if you don't have that, you might as well just be dead. Because that is what keeps our drive to progress in play, enjoying things!! That's all I have for now chums, enjoy your life. Because Time will only come and go, while your at it, catch a few memories on the river of life!

memory Narrative

2006-10-02T22:40:00.001-07:00

Katie Godfrey
"Memory Narrative"
Period B2

Just a Simple Drink of Water

I seem to be notorious for experiencing some of the most repulsive, appalling, and down right disgusting
experiences when encountering the very creature that is so unholy I can barely speak of its name. The Earwig. I remember the day like it was a mere 5 minutes ago. All seemed to be in its normal place.according to the naked eye- my alarm clock went off and I got dressed. I couldn't help but feel a bit unsettled due to the fact that there had
been an outrageous surplus of earwigs in my house that week. However, upon finishting my normal routine, I decided I would get a drink of water.
It would have been my first drink of the day, so you could imagine I was rather thirsty. The kitchen was dimly lit, so I could only see a faint glow illuminating the basic form of the room through the light of the cool morning. I couldn't quite see the facet, though I did know where it was. So, blindly through pure muscle memory, I made my way through the dark. I reached for the knob and turned on the water. I bent down and put my face next to the stream of water as my lip was slightly touching the facet. An out-of-place feeling came about me as I felt a strange tickle on my lip. I quickly recoiled, and there I saw it. A faint impression of a fat earwig with beady eyes swayed about its pinchers, as to intimidate or taunt me. And let me tell you now my friend, it did.
My eyes became inflamed with red bloody rage. I would not stand for this! I wanted my water and I wanted it RIGHT THEN.
I swiftly reached for some Windex that was placed to the side of the sink. I aimed, and fired. It seemed almost as if the light of ValHalla was bursting fourth rays of light. Rapid streams of blue justice rained upon the filthy beast. Its grip loosened and it was hurtled down into the sink of its impending doom. I immediately turned on the water and watched the final moments of its life swiftly slide away down the drain. In my gut the feeling of soon-to-be victory came about me.
I then knew the final deed had to be done. It seemed almost in slow motion when I watched the demise of my petty opponent. I flipped the switch to the garbage disposal. To this day I can almost still hear the sound of its little soul screaming in painful agony. The events that went on that day were gruesome, unfortunate, and possibly disturbing- however, they were done for the greater good! I will never forget that fateful battle for my simple drink of water.

THE FINAL SHOW!

2006-04-12T05:02:00.000-07:00

Well in Drama, I took my act to region, and I made it to state. I didn't think I was going to do so well because I totally bombed the first round, there are three rounds, with three different coaches. There are 4 different places you can take place in for every round, (Superior, Excellent, Good, Failure) I took two superiors, and one excellent. The only reason this was, had a stupid reason behind it. I actually did just fine in my monologue, I just forgot a line halfway through. I just sort of stood there quietly for what seemed to be several minutes, then I started pacing. Anyway, I seemed to do okay so I was able to go to toole (right out of Salt Lake) to do my act.

Every single round at state seemed to go just fine. Of course round number one had me the most nervous. I felt as if I was rushing and not being clear. Especially since no one in the room was laughing. The two that followed were remarkable by contrast. I got to perform my act in the same room twice, so by round 3 it felt like MY territory. I already had done my monologue at least once, or twice. So I knew exactly what would make my act better. I felt comfortable, with only a hint of be nervous ( ahhhhh).

So after all of the acting was well over, it was time for the judges to Tally up to results, and send some of us home feeling like we didn't earn anything. Finally it was time to assemble. And off they went, Dramatic mono, Pantomime, Contemporary scene, and then...Humorous monologue. Name after name was called up onto the stage to get there gold metal for straight Superior act out of all of Utah's regions. Then there I saw it. The giant projector on the wall suddenly displayed my name. I had received a gold metal. So basically I think it a miracle that I even took region. A lot of people on my team didn't win anything at state, and I know for a fact that they were more dedicated than I was. I guess this could be a lesson for one to learn. It doesn't matter how HARD you work, it's how the QUALITY of your work is...or some shit like that.

My last performance was last night, competition was over, and now it was time to just relax, and DO my goddamned routine, WITHOUT worrying about gold metals, or failure. To be different, I went through the middle of the far back curtain, by first poking my head out, and looking around. This is sort of an inside joke with myself, you see...That is similar to what I did when I first POPPED out into this world. Yes you heard me, when I stuck my head out of my mom's vagina for the first...And uh...FINAL time. I just shot out and looked around, like "whatthehell??!" I was a wee bit sad, because it was the last time I was to do that routine, which had in the end...stuck to me like gum, or grown on me like a fungus. I had so much fun up there on stage, just being a complete goofass.

All of the feedback I received from the audience was positive, at least all that I heard. Three different people told me I was really natural looking. A good portion of the time, I was sort of adding new things and improving as I went. Which, I had actually been doing the entire time. Ofcorse there was structure, but not completely...you should know me good enough now, if you have been reading my blog entries.

So the best part about the entire thing, was the fact that people actually laughed at me. I felt more confidence by every joke that they thought was funny. I guess this last paragraph with be deditcated to all of those that I know, that came out and saw me last night. I know it is likely that few or none of them will even read this little tribute to them, but I just want to say it. Knowing that you guys were out there mad me feel SO MUCH BETTER! At region, I didn't have anyone to support me while I performed. Thank you guys so much!

-Kate

DRAMA~DRAMA

2006-03-27T17:09:00.000-07:00

So basically that burger kind job idea just sort of got fucked in the ass. To many complications to mention, all I can say is I will find work elsewhere. I haven't really been keeping up with updating you guys with everything that has been going on lately. I mean, I shouldn't really be apologizing, having a blog isn't really my obligation, I guess I just have it so I can read back on things that have gone on in my life. Why I let all of you bastards read it? I mean, I could just write in a PERSONAL journal or something...no I can type a lot faster than I can write by hand. I have no idea. Because I don't really care if you know or don't know about everything that has been going on...Then why would I do it...?...God I am confusing.

Drama has been going on for about seven weeks or so. I have to say, I was slacking off quite a bit when I should have had my monologue MEMORIZED! I am glad to say that I have become fully memorized. It is amazing what last minute initiative drive can do, I ended up fully memorizing it through the course of less than a week. Though it still needs work. My piece is a humorous monologue by Bill Cosby called "Obsessed with Entertainment", I can't say I do it anything like Bill Cosby...I am curious what he would have done it like...I am going to wait until I have finished Drama before I even try to watch it.

The Region Drama Competition took place in Cedar. There were three rounds in the day, where I competed against three different people in each round, with three different judges. I totally bombed my first round, but I did okay on the other two. It seems that I have a tendency to rush, and not give enough time for the humor to settle in.
despite how I thought I did, my name ended up being one of the names called for those who get to go compete at state. So I am just going to have to work on it until then.

Katelyn, OUT!

A Chunk of a Reflective Essay

2006-02-27T08:31:00.000-07:00

A wolf only wants to mingle with its own species, though the color of their fur isn’t something they use as a wall. It is interesting how people choose to divide their social group from another resting only on the aspect of what they see. For years when I was a child I could have cared less of what I wore. A common outfit would be what ever was comfortable, a bright yellow T-shirt and sweat pants. At the time I didn’t think this was an issue, however many of the so called “Pretty Girls” would sit in their flock of followers and point at me while they muttered something under their breath. This was a common day at school for me, but for the longest time it seemed to stab any of my social behavior in the eye.
As a young child I spent most of my years in an introverted haze. I would always walk with my head down; and say very little when spoken to. I honestly didn’t think that it was possible for anyone to think that I was pretty, or to actually want to be my friend. It seemed that everyone had their own exclusive club, that they would constantly cater towards and stay bound to it like a lion to its food. Being the shy and awkward one, I decided my only friend would be my paper and a pencil. I loved to draw more than anything else, it was the only way I felt comfortable at expressing my self in an exterior sort of way. Though I never thought to apply this exterior expressiveness to my day to day attire.
When ever I attempted to talk to anyone else I would become blazing red in the face, and want nothing more than to run away. My fear of being looked down upon and hated only grew and grew with time.
I see this kind of behavior still in schools today. There will always be that socially awkward person that never seems to say anything. These are the people that choose to sit in the back of the room, or speak with a shaky voice when they have to read to the class. I find that these people may be incredible individuals, they just don’t really know how to let anyone else see it. For instance, there is this short timid girl with long blonde hair I have seen walking the around school. I have never really talked to her, but I now have her in my art class.
I never would have guessed, but she is a great artist. It seems easy for people like her and I to indulge ourselves in art. We are the kind of people that can’t really take out an easel in public and start painting, because we don't really WANT people to see what we are doing. She reminds me of what I still am deep down.

...Essay continues on, but you will never get to know what happens next. :)

honor choir retardation

2006-01-15T14:52:00.000-07:00

I had such an eventful weekend, I don't really know how to start. I have just been so busy being on the honor choir trip. Yes, that's right, an HONOR CHOIR TRIP!
The trip was all the way in this state's capital, the notorious Salt Lake City! The bus was arriving at 4 in the morning so I figured, if I had to get up that early I would be better off just staying up all night (I didn't want to miss the bus). So Gwyn came and picked me up at 3:30, and we made our way down to the school. Everyone on the buss looked like crap...Baggy eyes, uneven sex-head hair, and zero makeup...it was a mess.
On the way up to Salt Lake I attempted on sleeping on the bus. I didn't know how difficult that was going to be...When I am tired noises sound a lot louder than they really are. So the sound of the bus was like listening to an entire warehouse of power tools going off as my head vibrated vigorously. And since I have my nose pierced my nose ring vibrated in it's hole, and made my nose really itchy and thickly.
On the bus I would periodically sit up and look outside of the bus. At one point my sleep deprivation had gotten so bad that when I saw a car drive by I saw my choir teacher driving the car. Just to make sure it wasn't really him I looked up to the front of the bus and sure enough I saw the back of my teachers head, then looked back at the car...and it was still him. Immediately after this car passed, another one followed, only this time it was Bevin, yes, Bevin. It looked exactly like them too, it was quite odd. Many hours of vibrating nose rings, and power tools later I heard someone say "Oh! Look at all of the white stuff!" Confused I sat up. The entire valley was covered in a thin descending layer of snow. It was pretty, I hadn't seen snow in a long time so I was happy to see it.
Finally the sun had begun to rise, and we were in Salt Lake. To practice our songs (in my case it would be LEARNING the songs) we stopped at a high school there, where people from all over the state had congregated in this huge auditorium. I was amazed at how well all of the people there knew the songs, and every single one of them had spectacular operatic voices. On several parts of the songs I would have to improvise with just finishing off a lot of the words after someone had started them. It was lame, but I was glad to of had that practice time, I wouldn't of had the slightest clue what was going on if I didn't. So I spent that entire day from 8:00am to 9:30pm (without sleep mind you) singing the same songs repetitively. I was amazed at how much better I liked the songs after hearing a an entire room of a choir singing these pieces.
Finally our class got to stay in a Hotel. There were 4 girls to the room that we had. And we ended up getting a noise complaint because we were being so loud. It was fun though. I was so delirious and stupid it was like being on some fucked up drugs, I had a strangely fun time.
Gywn and I hadn't been told to bring a dress, we just heard "best concert attire" in our eyes we just saw it as how we would normally dress for school performances. So we brought slacks and dress shirts.
Every girl there had there hair done up all curly, with flowing prom-like dresses. We went across the street for the dress rehearsal (which was were we were going to be performing). The place was ubber nice, it was considered to be one of the best concert halls in the entire state. I was feeling rather out of place due to the fact that we were wearing some casual converse shoes and outfits we would wear to school. The vice president choir directer of the state came up to Gwyn and I and asked her.

Him: Are you a singer?!

Her(Gwyn): yes.

Him: You are performing here, and you are wearing jeans and sneakers?! People strive for years to get the chance to even come in here!

*note*(her pants were gray so at first glance they looked kind of like jeans but they weren't)

Her: Well we didn't know that we were supposed to wear dresses...

Me: And our choir teacher forgot to bring our choir robes.

*note*(That's what he told me to tell if anyone important asked)

Him: Who is your Teacher?

*note*(he sounded angry).

Her: Mr. Morrisse

We ended up practicing for like 3 hours in the big concert hall. There were so many girls that the majority of them had to sit up on a balcony for the performance. After we practiced we were allowed to go and have a 2 hour lunch break. So Gwyn and I decided to go to JBs.
I didn't bring any money, so the entire time I had to mooch off of her for food. I felt really dumb, but at least she was being nice about it.
So at JB's we decided to buy one plate for the breakfast buffet, and just share it. We went about doing our thing, I even managed to purchase a cup of coffee with change. The waitress that served us our drinks had notticed that I was eating some of Gywn's food. Which was only a muffin, and 2 potato squares, which were about the size of 5 nickles stacked on each other. So the waitress came around to our tabble and said.

Waitress: We notticed that you were BOTH eating this food so we charged you for two.
[we looked at the check and it was a whopping $20.50, we only had the money for one plate]
*Waitress walks away*
Me: Gwyn what are we going to do? We don't have another ten dallars....

Gwyn: I don't know...should we just leave?

Me: That wouldn't work! They are watching us like hawks!

I kept being paranoid, but she reashured me it would be fine. I trusted her for the most part because she was on the debate team, so I figured she would have a strong argument.

Gwyn: it's okay, I'll take care of it...

[She began wrapping rolls with napkins and stuffing them in her bag]
*We continued eating and talking until we figured we should leave, so we walked up to the front desk to pay.*

Gwyn: Hello sir, we seem to have a problem.

Cashier: yes?

[he had a discusting smirk on his face]

Gwyn: Well, we were charged for two plates, and we only have money for one. Besides she only ate a buscuit and 2 potato squares.

Cashier: Well you see, the reason we charged you for two was because we all saw you putting the food in your bag.

[this was complete bullshit! She put the food in her bag AFTER we were charged for two, so that I would still have something to eat. He was lying to make US look like the jackasses.]

Gwyn: No that's not true, The food was put in the bag AFTER we were charged.

Cashier: Okay then, I will give you 3 options. You pay for the two, throw away the food you put in your bag, or we call the police.

Gwyn: Okay then I will throw away the food.

Cashier: You know I am serious about this, taking food from our resturant is stealing.

Gwyn: I am sorry, I just didn't know. I will throw the food away, I am so sorry.

[we both give him puppy dog looks] Gwyn throws the food away, and we pay for one plate. As we were leaving Gwyn said:

Gwyn: Katie don't laugh

Me: I am not going to laugh Gwyn

[Gwyn laughs vigerously]

So after all of this retardation we roamed around the streets walking into random little shops and temples. It was quite interesting. There was so much to see. It is pretty neat seeing something other than feilds of cows and rednecks. So the time came around that we would congregate back into the concert hall and perform, Gwyn and I sill wearing our friendly pants and converse shoes.
The concert was a pretty good turn out. I knew the songs for the most part. Ofcorse I continued to just improvise and hum or make up words on some of the parts I didn't know. But suddenly something really awful happened....

...Durring the 3rd song in, a girl down on the main stage in the second row, threw up in the middle of one of the songs. She just stood there with this sad look on her face holding the puke in her hands. Confused and desperate as to what to do. The page turner for the piano player quickly stood up and grabbed her by the hand and escorted her out. Everyone saw it happen, and everyone talked about durring and after the performance. I felt bad because I knew that she deserved being there more than I did. She knew all of the songs, and had attended every choir practice. The girls that were standing infront of her had puke splatters on the back of their dresses, through the rest of the set attempted to smile as they sung, but it just turned out as a discusted grimmace.

After the memorable performance our Choir teacher took us out for a final Dinner of the trip at a Pizza place. Before the food could be served the Choir was allowed to wander about and look at different things in the shops. Gwyn and I ran in to this guy who was passing out flyers for a movie screening in the area that would be takeing place the uping comming friday. I told him that we wouldn't be there then. So we continued to talk about things, turns out he was a stand up commedian, who had booked Tenacious D at his venue back in LA. And he actually knew Mitch Headburg! I thought it was pretty damn cool to run into someone like that.

So after I came home I realized how much I really enjoy to travel. Before I die I want to travel the world. Because I am now more addicted to change then I ever thought I could be. I had a swell time, and I hope you have enjoyed reading this long and insane story! I love you!

-Kate

SLC

2006-01-13T01:05:00.000-07:00

I feel as if my arms and eye lids have become a significant amount heavier. It is 1:07, and I have to continue to keep myself up because of Honor Choir. An unsuspected and uninformed trip to Salt Lake was rescheduled for today, and the busses leave at 4am in the morning. But hey, at least I get to miss a day of school. So I figure, instead of going to sleep I am just going to stay up, like a zombie owl until the time arrives.

On top of honor choir, I just tried out for the Drama Team today. I don't know why I keep bringing on all of these responsibilities, but I guess it will give me something to remember and boast about. Being on the Drama Team (that is if I make it) I will have to keep my grades up to qualify. Looking at my past patterns, this is kind of an issue because of my laziness. I know when I can shape my ass into gear I can do it. I can just be so apathetic a good portion of the time. *grumblegrumbleextracuricularactivietiesgrumblejobgrumble*

It turns out, the possibilities of me getting that Burger King job may be back in the light. Apparently one of the workers is going to be fired due to attitude problems, and I am possibly going to replace her. I almost feel bad but then...The thought of having a loaded wallet makes me not give a damn. I really need a car, so getting a job will make things work out in that department.

God, staying up this late (heh early) makes me feel so strange. It's like my day just got put into some kind of stretching mechanism, thus causing my day to be...Two days long. Not sleeping makes everything so different, my perception is all fucked up. In fact, it is so fucked up that I am beginning to feel as if I am going to hallucinate.

I have had some of the worst sleep dep hallucinations, one time I saw my brother pop into my doorway, then swiftly jump away. I wasn't sure if I really was seeing him or not, so I stood up and looked around saying; "Nate?" Obviously he didn't answer...just another loopy case, eh?

Right now I feel like I am coating over my inner tiredness with a false sense of energy. I know I am just running on some sort of autopilot, but once it all comes crashing down it will be uber HEFTY. Funny...I have to start getting ready in a few hours, blast!

The thought of the bed sounds so sexy to me right now. I just want to penetrate it with my body, and slip under it's warm and cozy covers. Nuzzle up to my pillow while laying on my side, and just sit there and think. I love thinking right before I go to sleep, I find at this time I come up with some of the my best ideas. It's like my mind needs a relaxing time to ponder on it's own, without the distractions of the busy traffic of everyday life. What better time then when one is about to sleep? Ah, the glories of the mind...And sleep. waaaaaaah.

The Year of Change

2006-01-11T21:32:00.000-07:00

I guess I can't really say that I am one to keep up with the CONSTANT blogging, but I try my best to keep you kiddies interested. For the last month now my house has been being such a pain in the ass, mainly the pluming system. Yesterday there was a huge flood in the back house, and a significant amount of sentimentals were reduced to a farm of mildew. When the flooding went off the water had to be turned off entirely...So I spent two days, literally taking craps...On more crap, the toilets wouldn't flush. I am in such the habit of being able to easily access water, that I would attempt to turn on the tap without even thinking about it probably 3 times within the same 15 minutes, these frequent let downs were commonly followed by a "damnit" or a "Fucking shit!". But thank the Jesus that is all over with, today the proper piece was purchased to replace the old one on the pipe.

This helps with all of the other main areas of the house, but for about 2 years now the back of my toilet has been leaking. To prevent the bathroom floor from becomeing a lake, I have to put a tray that will catch all of the dripping water. This tray has to be emptied periodically or else all will be unpleasant. I often just turn off the water flow to the toilet because this is such a hassle...

So aside from flooding, I have just been going to school and attempting to get some sort of a job. I tried out for Burger King, but I don't think that is going to work out because "I don't have experience in fast food.." Well sorry Mrs. 47 year old Burger King Manager, I guess I haven't aspired as high as you in life...Heh.

I feel that this is going to be a good year. I feel that this year for me is going to be the year of change. When the clock first switched over to it's first minutes of 2006, I was riding in the back of my friend's car. We could see it in the reflection of the windows and mirrors, a majestic lightshow of red white and blue! That's right...we got pulled over. Thank you law enforcement, for making things just a bit more memorable in life.

X-Mas rants

2005-12-18T13:06:00.000-07:00

I remember when I was a kid, the little things in life seemed so important. When your crush would smile at you, or if you got that doll you have been asking for, for what seemed years. I remember I was extatic when a holiday came around, even a minor one like St. Patrics Day. And it seemed as if I lived years upon years before I would actually have a birthday. I am still young, and have a large portion of my life to live, but I just can't help but notice how things change.

The years are getting shorter, and the days of working are getting longer. How fair is that? That the inocence that once captivated all of us, and gave us hope and happiness for the remaining years just seems to disapate. Leaving us with our apartments, cars, material possessions, and the mindless dribble of cupidity.

Now it is comming to that time of year when the so called "spirit of Christmas" is wizzing about. I suppose I say something along these lines every year. Sure, I enjoy getting and giveing free stuff...but when I really think about it, it all seems like just another way for the industries to rake in some cash.

That's what all true rebels say, right? What do you think?!!! I mean look at me! AM AM SO GODDAMED IMPORTANT! JUST ANOTHER FLY GOING TOWARDS THE TAPE!!! JUST ANOTHER COBLE STONE IN THE PATH!!! JUST ANOTHER ANYBODY!!! Why does anyone think they are important??!!! HOGWASH!

Anyway, you high spirited little cuties, for the Holidays I would like to suggest some of the best movies out there...But if you are a weird beatnic, artsie fartsie, hippyish creep like yours trully, you will enjoy these movies!

-Waking Life
-The Saddest Music in The World
-Amalie
-The Nightmare Before Christmas (okay everyone has seen this one, but I can't leave it out! It's a Clasic!)
- Princess Mononoke

And some less Artsie, but still enjoyable:

-Farenheight 911
-What the Bleep Do We Know?

Buy, rent, steal- do what ever it takes to see these movies, a well spent portion of your pathetic life! Feel free to suggest me something if you would like. I am all ears....or em...eyes anyway.

Love, Kate

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Halloween 2005 photos

2005-11-05T09:40:00.000-07:00

These are some pictures taken by Matt Montgomery at the Halloween show, hosted byNeverland.

Thank you everyone for the support! If you didn't make it out to the show, don't worry, more will come!

I lost my FLYER VIRGINITY

2005-10-19T09:04:00.000-07:00

"Katie Godfrey lurks out of a dark corner and beckons you"...

Yes, it is true. I have lost my flyer virginity. Sure, I have played shows and whatnot, but never has my name been featured on a flyer (as shown). I am really excited for this, and if you guys would like, you could come out and see the show, it should be pretty fun I'd bet. Anyway the details are on the flyer to the left. Enjoy.

-Godkat

The 8

2005-10-09T08:41:00.000-07:00

It is strange to me how time never takes a break. Here I am living my life, and everything else just wizzes by into nothingness. I can expirence something so increadibly wonderful, or perhaps something so terrible and yet it always just becomes non existant, to only be something that sticks into this odd thing called memory. It's comming to that time of year when the weather becomes dark and dreary but with those occasional optomistic loving days when it is bright and cheery. It is that time of year I remember what happened in the previous one.

Every morning I step outside and feel the cool wind blow on my face as the bright sunrise peaking over the mesa takes it's approach. It reminds me of loosing faith, and starting a new life. It reminds me of watching debri fly ahead and seeing it get stuck on fences, and thinking how beautiful it is to have been the only person in the entire world to have seen it. It reminds me of sitting there in a daze staring at the carpet, and listening to the sound of everyone chatter, and giggle, as I think to myself, "here we go again."

Fuhjuttle

2005-10-04T05:24:00.000-07:00

(fuh-juh-tuh-L): 1. A combination or random placement in one area. 2. a slur of words, or paragraphs.
Example: The garbage dump was quite a fuhjuttle of different items.

[the word fuhjuttle is not actually in the dictionary, but an original word from Katelyn's mind]

If you haven't notice yet, most of my current updates with this site have been for the layout. I suppose that's not the most interesting thing to view for my readers, so I apologize if I was making anyone like the strings of repitition were pulling on their balls. Leave any comments about the layout if you please, I would be interested in hearing your input.
So I am sitting here in a daze as my school day lies but 40 minutes away. My hair is wet, and my eyes are droopy. The sound of the computer sounds like a miniature construction site, that just happens to be louder than anything else around.
Oh and guess what else? I got my drivers license! *does a fuck yeah dance* This may not mean a damn thing to the majority of people out there. I am not even affiliated with most of the people in this awesomely large, and ever growing population of this world. BUT, at least I can drive my little Toosh where ever I want, and do it legally. Not to mention the amount of friends and acquaintances that will be requesting a ride in my...Car I don't have.
Yes, this is true comrades, a license is in my possession, yet a car of a thousand horses is one I do not have. Alas, I must get ready for my day ahead of me. Farewell.

Riddle

2005-09-22T16:59:00.000-07:00

Here is a riddle for ya...

He was such a tolerating guy
Constantly shoved in a warm damp cave
His face sucked off every day
Then thrown into a pit of the others
Swirling in a foaming sea for hours
Giant gods scrubbing and scratching
Left in the sun to dry
The then new day starts again
He was such a tolerating guy

What is it?...

Think you've got it? See the anwer here.

Crush

2005-09-19T18:49:00.000-07:00

The colors on this example are a bit different than the actual painting. It is a bit more blurry as well...But this was the best photo I could get of it. Anyway, I painted this in my art class last year. I was thinking about this guy I had a huge thing for. And through the thoughts of this guy, I was inspired to create this in dedication to my feelings.

You gotta love society!

2005-09-15T11:37:00.000-07:00

The Block schedule used at Hurricane High School in Hurricane Utah is good in theory, but the teachers really don't follow through with it properly. For one, with this block schedule some teachers give students double the work to do at home. When students get home they have loads of assignments from the over expectant teachers classes.
Speaking of which, I am also anti homework, because I don't believe that it really helps anyone understand a concept any better than they could have learned in class. I think that homework should only be done if work is not finished in class. Homework is just a lazy way of the teacher saying "I can't demonstrate this concept to you because I have horrible presenting skills."
What happens when the student doesn't understand part of their homework, and have a question? They can't just keep a personal teacher right at home, now can they? Not EVERYONE has a parent as a school teacher. Considering that these students get out of school at 3 o'clock they don't have all of the time in the world to do these assignments as well as live their own fucking lives. I mean, do these teachers believe that people will go out of their way to do everything they can to waste their time with mindless busy work, that keeps them from sleep, happiness, and the light of the sun? of corse they do! And everyone buys into it, like braindead sheep.

Death Of The Spider

2005-09-10T10:47:00.000-07:00

[Death Of The Spider]

I painted this after after coming home from a coffee shop (The Kelidescope). I was increadibly inspired due to all of the amazing paintings I had viewed while being there.
Though it may not look like it, the butterflies are actually leaves. I ripped the leaves in the shape of butterfiles, then glued them onto the painting. After I let the glue dry, I painted over the leaves, adding a realistic, veiny texture.
In the process of my painting it, a black widow crawled across my painting. In a jolt of fear and impulse, I sprayed it with with the adhesive glue I was using to glue on the plastic forks and knives. The Spider was imedietly dead, however it was now glued to the painting.
If you look closely, on the bottom left corner of the painting, you can see the little spider glued there. I painted a spider web around it so it would have a place to live eternally....
However, after a month of the paintings birth, the spider became missing, one day- it simplied vanished. I have come to believe that the spider's gost was angry and reinhabited it's body, thus creating a zombie spider that would haunt me...forever.

Recording Suggestions Anyone?

2005-08-30T18:58:00.000-07:00

Well, I would LOVE to have a decent recording of my music, guys. So if you know of any good recording equiptment/programs, -OR- a professional recording studio that has a good deal...Let me know, I would greatly appreciate it.
much love,
-Katie

Lighthouse Symphony

2005-08-28T13:41:00.000-07:00

Here is the lyrics to my song titled "Lighthouse Symphony."

Think for yourself
while killing the others
make yourself fade away
in the mist you know
the spiders are singing
in the lighthouse symphony
why is the grass dancing
underneath my feet

chorus:
She wanted to tell you something
before the wave crashed down
she never had the chance
she remembers when you danced
she never gave you the chance
to remember when you danced

looking at water thats calmly deep
please don't herd the ripples
like they are sheep
why wont you be honest?
the paint is washing off
I can smell the flowers now
and they smell like god

(chorus)

you were drowning underwater
as she reached for your hand
everyone was laughing
you were a solitary man
you were drowning underwater
as you reached for the land
your fingertips brushed
your last touch of sand

light fades...
the source stays...
final choice is done...
left, going, none...

She wanted to tell you something
before the wave crashed down
she never had the chance
she remembers when you danced
she never gave you the chance
to remember when you danced

only a final glance

photo for fun

2005-08-27T22:20:00.000-07:00

An awesome peice of photography! I love this picture.

Just brushing off some dust....

2005-08-25T18:56:00.000-07:00

So guys, can I say "been a while???" Sorry about the long period of little updates. For all I know after this post could be followed by another one of those "dark ages." My desire for public writing fluctuates like a confused outlet, that never knows when it wants to let the plug drop onto the floor. I really can never promise you anything when it comes to regularly adding new reading materials for your starving brains and thirsty eyes.
My eyes kept getting pissed off at the repetition of seeing the same layout for so long, so finally I gave in and changed the layout (dramatic music sounds). I must say the eyes and I are on much better terms these days, they haven't complained or tried to start shit in a while.
Things are pretty much the same-o same-o in all of the basic areas of my life. I am back in school now as a Junior in high school (amazing).
As always I have continued to work on my music and drawing, writing poems, and messing around with different rifs on the guitar. My artistic leisure time means a lot more to me than school does. Yes, I do care about being educated and whatnot, but as far as being content, I am much more happy being on my own artisic wave of freedom. Call me cwazy, but I doubt I am going to go to college *pretty much everyone that is reading this gasps in shock.* I know, I know! Shun me, try to kill me, talk shit, hate me, Do your best, I care not of what I SHOULD do, as far as college goes. Thank you for reading just another piece of nonsense from the one and only KATELYN GODFREY.

Tangent for the Tangible

2005-04-09T09:13:00.000-07:00

Greetings, Lately I have been mainly just typeing up poems from my notebook, so I decided to have a little change of pace. Today I watched a video that I found underneith a bunch of stuff, curious, I decided to pop it in the VCR. As the first frame of color lit up on the TV screen, I heard his voice. Robin, my stepdad...I heard his voice. I haven't had that opportunity since...well it seems like almost yesterday now. Though I never actually got to see him in the family video, that was still him behind the camera, still him talking...laughing. This was so hard to watch, knowing his is dead now. I remember at one point in the video, I saw his reflection in a window. It was him...alive. It doesn't take much until an entire ocean of realization presses down on you to know, how much you really miss someone. People take everything like it's going to be remade tommorow, or rebuilt just like it was to begin with. The truth is, nothing is like that. Sure it can be replaced to an extent, but never refilled entirely. There will always be that empty void, or a slightly misshapen puzzel peice. It phisically can never be the same thing it was. And I konw I am never going to be the same person I was then. Yes, I am me- breathing, speaking, and alive me. But never, will I see the same family I saw before, or even look mirror, and see the same face. Now matter how much the wound is candy coated- apearing to be just another regular, happy peice of flesh, that doesn't dissolve the fact that there is infact still a wound had. If all of my metaphorical nonsense is making no sense to you, then I suppose I could just say it plain and simple. I can't cover up the real emotion forever.

You Died

2005-04-01T16:38:00.000-07:00

Yet another poem/most likely lyrics for you guys to check out. Hope you like it.

"You Died"

Far out on the horizon
you left yourself to die
burried deep decide to float
make your way into the sky
half way up you change your mind
started to dive down
giant hand grabbed you be the foot
guess it's never mind
because of your deep hesitance
expect god to be mad
but he already expected this
aparently it was "god's plan"
Since we all do glitches
they aren't really glitches
how could god smite us
for mistake he already knew?
that'd make god a hipocrite
and all the angels of bitch stew
Even I, let my pen slip
I named god a man
god has no genitals
even though god knows god can
Trust a book from the sweat of a lyer
Feed the beast metal and paper
into god's bank account
sum it up with your job
passing out chained god flyers

Drowning

2005-02-27T14:06:00.000-07:00

This one is mainly just a poem, but I will most likely make it into song lyrics:

Drowning

My stone heart anchors
on this paper ship
I drifted to far down the river
The current was to quick
I created this sliver
My blood frozen and thick

I'm drowning under water
I reach out for your grip
you don't even see me
The boat rocks on the river
So deep and so cold
I see you all

On the bottom of freedom
My finger nails scrape
so close to life
Such an easy escape

I'm drowning under water
My hand dances at the surface
You all laugh at me now
I have been seen

Further and further I fall
You are above me
My mercy is at your tilted head
I watch my self in your eyes
Fadded and dead

No longer living
finally hear you cry
Swept away by the irony
I am now in sky

Lost key to a Locket

2005-02-27T14:01:00.000-07:00

This is the lyrics to one of my songs:
Lost key to a locket

Torn between
what is wrong and what is right
born to not be seen
waiting just a shadow in the night
empty I stay when I lock it all away
forever here I'll linger out of sight
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But the lost key must be found
someday somehow
running and dodging making no sound
the time can't just be now
~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~
But the lost key has been found
it's easy you know how
put the locket in the sun
dig it from the ground
the time is in the now
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run away, run away
run now, you've been found
their behind you
yet still you stand

The time has come
pass it by again
they all see you
curl up and cry again

What do you say
when you block it all away
forgeting what was done
what's left today

OMFG OMFG!!!!

2005-02-26T09:11:00.000-07:00

HEY!

I HAVE NEWS THAT IS GOOD ENOUGH TO TYPE IN CAPS LOCK!!! I HAVE MY INTERNET BACK!!! .......OH MY SWEET JEBUS. REJOICE! THERE ISN'T MUCH LEFT I HAVE TO SAY, ACCEPT FOR THAT.............HAVE A GREAT DAY GUYS.

**** expect many new posts soon****

just stopping by

2005-02-25T12:01:00.000-07:00

Hey guys

I am here on the school computers once again, and....still no internet at home. It is Friday, so I won't be able to post ontil monday if I don't get my internet back up. Well, things are going kinda sketchy for me these days. My mom is a total space case...she seriously can't remember things worth a crud! That has been kinda difficult to deal with, especially since I know how vounrable she is. A while back she let this dude named Joe pull his RV into our yard. They started off with sort of a romantic relationship...the thing is, she only knew the guy for about 2 days. WTF???! I thought. How could we just move some stranger in with us when we barely even know the guy....grah. Well over the last few weeks we have noticed he has a very controlling personality. So controlling that the other night I wittnessed him grab on to my mom's arm in a suttle, but violant maner. Who knows what this might turn into...just one little thing might set him off. He just recently got off of his meds, so that can be a big part of it.
Any poo, my mom is going to give him a 2 weeks notice to move out, and find a new place to live. I am quite relieved at that news.
I have been progressing on my music alot lately, writting songs, learning new cords, and loads of new poetry in my note book. I hope to someday get a peice of crap burned CD of all of my songs, you know, like a kick start into the world of music. I am not expecting anything huge. You shouldn't either.
Talk about music, I am going to play the guitar for my friend Bevin Jenkin's performance in the Mrs. Hurricane pagent. We have been working on it for the last 3 weeks, I am quite impressed by the progress my friend Bevin has been making in her singing, as well as the all around sound of the song.
Oh yeah! And my mom, Donna DuCrest and her sister Deana (AKA: The Carter Twins, or In2it) have been playing shows at the electric theature lately. They even have one of their songs on the radio. It plays on Sunny 93.5, and the name of the song is "Give it up for Love." Anyway, if you hear it, just know...that my mama.

Sad News

2005-02-23T10:19:00.000-07:00

My dear dear friends, family, and fans...

There have been recent technical difficulties that cut off my ability to use the internet. I will not be able to send or receive any email you guys send me, so don't get butt hurt if I don't reply. I am lucky to even be on the school computers to send out this message. I am deeply sorry for the recent events, and I will try in all of my power to get my internet back up and running. I am sure I am just as broken about this as you are. Infact, If I do not get the internet back working in my humble abode....I fear that my life source will automatically go into self destruct mode. It will cause an explosion with a radios of 33,000 miles in diameter, with a magnitude of 77,754,539 HP. To all of the local Digi, and Pokemon. Not to mention killing all of the residence in the area. I fear for the lives of many....And my own. I love you all. Wish me luck.

yours Truly,
Godkat

Classless...

2005-01-04T13:46:00.000-07:00

Here I sit in the library at school, I already finished the homework I had...so I really don't have anything I could be doing right now. This all started when my new class schedule was printed out I noticed something a tad bit odd, "By golly! I haven't a 5th hour class!!" My my...isn't that a doozey? So I have signed up in the counselors office on that long list of names along with about fifty other people that have buiseness to be setteled...so it could be days before I am called down to the office to talk about my schedual.

The Holidays

2004-12-24T11:41:00.000-07:00

Christmas is tommorow and I honestly don't really feel the holiday spirit...sometimes it seems like holidays are just a waste of time and money. Somtimes it just seems like the industries are just in it for the money, and the real meaning has been lost somewhere in the ways of modern society...But you know what? That's just the way the cookie crumbles. Be it a religous, santaful, or a greedy one, I wish you all the best holiday time, even if it is a load of crud to think about...*sigh* but getting free stuff is alright, whateva. If you feel the need to get me somthing then....YOUR WRONG! heh. actually I don't really care, we don't have that much money so I wont be able to get most of the gifts first off, so don't be offended if I don't have something for you.
I also think it is increadibly rude to press people for gifts after they haven't gotten you anything. Infact, I know some people that do just that same thing. I wont put out any names or anything, but if you are that person, and you know for a fact that it is you....then you should really clean up your act man! Getting gifts from people should be a compassionate heart filled one! Not just some filler that you will end up throwing out anyway. Freakn' Crap! It is the same with all gifts, from birthdays, Christmas, even to valentines..you have always been there to nag me for me for your present or candy, Thank you...even though I didn't mean it, thank you anyway man, you are a real dedicated jerk! I am sorry if you are reading this now my friend, I know you know who you are.
Well, for you guys that are interested, I am going to be performing at the Electric Theature, on the celebration held in St. George called "first night," with the band I am [kind of] a part of, it consists of my mom, her sister, and a friend of ours named Kurtis.. I am going to be playing the drums for all of the numbers I am not playing the guitar and singing to. YEAH YEAH I know it sounds kinda lame to be in a band with your parent, but hey, whatch me biotch :) There is also going to be a friend of ours named Dave Dalton, who has his own one man band called "Frydice" he will be performing with our group as well. Each of us will only be playing a few of our soungs, so I have been stressing over which ones to play -_-...Over the course of an hour long show, we will have to narrow it down to the best of the best. I am not entirely sure what time it starts at, but I will be sure to post once I find out. You guys should come down! Surport us! This will our first show at the electric theature.
See you then!

Rison

2004-12-16T09:16:00.000-07:00

It seemed only yesterday I saw my step dad...he was acting so normal, so much happier. Before Thanksgiving, Robin and some of the family (including myself) were enjoying a breakfast and JB's together. He made jokes, he laughed...yet his intentions would all boil down to this, overdoseing on the anti-depressant pills, perscribed to him to help, but instead used to kill himself with. To think that he is not with us anymore, I can't fathom what was really SO bad in his life that he had to end it all. He had made so many accomplishments in life, and touched so many other's hearts. He was a pillar in so many people's lives, I guess so much pressure and dependece was laid apon him, and it just built to much for his fragile mind and body to handle.

I saw his body at the mortuary a few days ago...I saw his lifeless, dead body..I couldn't even stand without swaying or shaking, I fell back into one of the chairs that was in the small room. Seeing his sunken in face, and swollen body laying there was a real reallity check. Robin is dead. I was so shocked that it finally hit me, I couldn't even breathe. My mouth quivered, and my eyes flooded with tears. He didn't deserve to be so unhappy...

After my mom, my aunt Dianna, David, and I saw his body, we were driven by a Michelle, a friend of ours, to the place he decided to end his life. He was in a place near Oak Grove when he was found, it is up in the mountains around pine valley. The place had spectacular views, the mountain ranges could be seen for hundreds of miles surrounding the place. It was majestic and surreal..in a way, it was a dignified place to die.

On the way from the camp sight he was at, we saw some rocks on the side of the road that had been arranged so it spelled out a word. Michelle said that she had seen that word there years ago, but she could never tell what it said. I looked at it for a while thinking, it looks like the word...run? no..rain?...no. It felt more like I heard the word in my head than saw it there "Rison" I said aloud. Everyone looked at me surprised, "oh my god! it does say rison!" My mom liked that idea. Michelle told me I had a -good eye- we all stood around and looked at the views and the rock word for a bit longer, then headed back home. Who ever placed those rocks there had no idea that we would see them. They probably just had there own inside meaning reason to do it. But somehow, it felt like we were meant to see it there, and take in the message.

Final Road

2004-12-14T22:45:00.000-07:00

There isn't much I have to say about the mater...but my step dad Robin was found, dead. He couldn't handle the pressures of his life anymore, so he went up into the mountains on Thanksgiving and took all of his pills at once. His body was found on Saturday, December 11th, in a place near Oak Grove. I will always remember the times I had with him, and live on my life in the way he would have wanted me too. My love for him will never die, even if he does.

Here I am again...

2004-12-08T08:32:00.000-07:00

Right now I am in school without anything to really be doing. What is the purpose of all of us colaberating like sheep? Day in and day out...the same thing. I know there is a point, but god, it gets SO overpowering sometimes -_-...I always sit in class and day dream, "what could I be doing right now?" Yet all I can do is sit there as people feed me exactlly what I am supposed to know in life. I would love to go outside and feel the hot sun on my back as I stare at the green trees, and smell the sweet fresh air. But now it is winter time and I have to stay inside most of the time :(
Life has become so complecated in these past decades. The society has programmed us to believe how our lives are supposed to be. "If you don't go to college you will have a hard time in life." I don't even know if I want to go to college or not. Most people say its the only thing that will get you by in life...but why? Why does our lives rest apon such a thing? I don't even know what I want to be when I choose a profession. I have never even liked labelling myself, and in a why I feel like I am when I am put on the spot about my future....so blah

A wandering soul

2004-11-28T03:08:00.000-07:00

Once again Robin has taken off, and I am sick and tired of this stupid "pity me" thing he keeps trying to put in our heads. I love the man to death, and I wouldn't rather have any other father in the world...But I can only take so much of this shit from him.

Okay, first he just leaves with out telling my mom, over a counselors appointment. He could have just said- "I don't want to go." or "I want to stay home." or something! No. He has to run. That has been his hobby lately, he leaches to his own selfish state of mind, like he doesn't care about anything anymore. He left before him and my mother's first year anniversary. He left before thanksgiving...There is most certainly a pattern in his disappearances. I believe that he can't deal with the embarrassment of the family seeing him like this. He doesn't want to answer all of those questions, or see all of those strange looks and gestures. He just wants to be alone, and perhaps being so alone that he is driven to the point of suicide.

Today my mom took myself, and David, a friend of ours, to Kolob mountain. We weren't just up there to enjoy the scenery. We were looking in cliff areas in which he may have decided to drive off of. I still don't see how he could even think about doing these things...He even told my mom a little while ago that he didn't want to live anymore. It almost seems like he has lost all of his ambition, all of his emotion, just ripped off and let go into the wind. I feel like I should be crying my eyes out, yet no pain really has come to me yet. Maybe I just haven't felt the aftershock of it all yet. Who knows....

As I was up on those mountains looking out at the beautiful landscape I wondered. If Robin is still out there somewhere, what is going through his mind right now? Does he even want to come back home? I mean this is the third time he has done this...Does that mean he is going to strike out? End it all? I can't help but wonder, even though I hate imagining what he could have done to himself. I just miss the old days, when everything was okay. He was upbeat, loving, spiritual, and intellectual. I remember if I had a question, he would always have some kind of answer, even if he didn't really know what the answer really was. He was giving, and humble. God...I miss those days. It seems strange that he would just flip around to this evil state. Why someone like him? I guess he has lived an amazing life. He has done it all, to acting, producing, radio talkshow, teacher, musician, writer, mountain man, you name it, he's done it.

Well, thankful we never found him in Kolob. I don't know what it would have been like to find my own stepdad dead somewhere.....The outing was actually pretty nice. It kept our minds off of it all for a bit, being able to see all of the spectacular views, and smell the fresh air. My mom even made a stop at a home out in the middle of a field of wheat. Apparently he was an old friend of hers she had known from a while back. Polite, odd, and British. This guy makes things out of metal, he has a passion for the arts, and he makes anything out of anything. His home was painted in bright colors that all correlated. Every wall was something new, he built his home, including everything in it.

When the three of us (Myself, David, and my mom) stepped in the house, to our surprise there was a full table of people eating dinner. They all greeted us with warming smiles and let us come in. I was even offered for someone to take my coat. I mean really, MY COAT! God, I haven't been treated like that in a long time. heh. Though I didn't give her my coat....I enjoy keeping my things close to me. Well we all sat around and spoke with the people, exchanged interests, and enjoyed pleasant conversation. It was pretty relaxing. We even played some music on the guitar that Sara, a guest to the dinner, had brought. Even Sara played us a few songs, she is quite talented, and a beginner, like myself (well at least the beginner part for me..). It was pretty fun I suppose. It definitely kept my mind off of things for a while. But eventually we all had to make our way back home. I can only hope the best for Robin's sake...I wish that he would do the same, and return back into his life with us. I don't want to lose him.

Invited?

2004-11-17T19:06:00.000-07:00

a while ago on a Friday Malissa and I went to a party thrown by a guy named Eric Kesler. It was his 18th birthday, and I assume he wanted it to be really shnazzy. Though myself and Malissa aren't really close friends of Eric, we still somehow found ourselves going to his birthday party through the powers of conections. You see, Malissa is going out with Kaleb Jewel, a friend of ours, who is a cousin of Tyler Jewel, a friend of Eric's. Anyway, who gives a rotting monkey ass?....

It all started at around 6ish, Malissa and I were under the impression that we were supposed go to a concert held in the Farmers Market parking lot. Strange I thought, Why the poo would a concert be in the parking lot of a super market? Turns out, we were only supposed to 'gather' there, then migrate to a differen't location. Since we were dropped off believing we were already at our final destination, we found ourselves walking through the cold of the night.

Well, Sarah Garner, a good friend from school, was at the party. I was glad to see a farmilliar face there. Malissa and I went into the basement and stood around waiting for the concert to start. The bands playing were-..........CRAP...I can't remember the names of any of them accept for the last one that played....heh, well the last band was called Race the Sun a damn good band, to say the least. They played great.

For the first band that played Kaleb, Malissa, and I just stood in the there in the back of the tiney basement and calmly listened in to the rocking. It was pretty cool, but as most concerts begin, not many people were pumped up, thus leaving rather dull actions in the croud. Maybe a few heads bobbing, but that was it. That's not to say they weren't a good band, honestly they played great! It is just simply the fact that they went on first that brought the performance down a few points.

When the second band got up, plenty more rocking out went on, then leading into moshing. OOOO man I LOVE moshing! Malissa and I were kinda reluctant as to if we should go to the front and join the moshers or not, it looked rather severe. Heh, we did it anyway. We went crazy, My head was going EVERYWHERE!!! Long Katie hair whipping people in the face, my arms flung about like they belonged to a rag doll, and I bounced around pushing people. Man, it hurt! To be honest, the pain had an exciting thrill to it...don't ask me why.

so yeah, just thought I would post something positive, because I want to lighten up the mood a bit.

New header

2004-11-16T23:00:00.000-07:00

wOOt! The layout of this blog has been updated by a new and improved header at the top of the page. Hope you guys like it!

-more possible layout changes to come-

She was freed

2004-11-12T19:56:00.000-07:00

On Wednesday Tosha was released from the hospital to stay at home. She is currently staying at a woman's house with the name of Mary. Tosha cannot do a lot of the things she is normally used to doing for the next week. I am sorry for her troubles, but I know she will get better, and I can't wait until that happens. I hate it when she is saddened, I only wish the best for her.

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Today Kayla (my younger sister) was talking on the phone, I asked her who it was, and she didn't answer..I thought it a bit odd, because she came into my room to talk on the phone. "Kayla, why are you in here?" She didn't answer, just continued to talk on the phone. I was getting a bit irritated. "Kayla!" She finally answered, "I'm talking to Mary!" She doesn't know anyone named Mary, I thought. Then I heard a voice, a farmilliar voice. It was Tosha. They are toying with me! "Kayla! your talking to Tosha aren't you!" She couldn't help but smile, and giggle while she looked at me.

Yeah, so I knew it was Tosha, and I wanted to talk to her so badly. I was the one that was always trying to get in contact with her, and yet...I didn't recive any phone calls from her. Besides I hadn't spoken to her for a long time now, it seemed. I just wanted to talk to her, but she didn't want to talk to me. She even said those words to Kayla. *sigh* what ever her reasoning is, I must learn to respect it. I know I can't always have things the way I want them to be. I don't want to be selfish...but....I just wanted to talk to her, I didn't see any harm in it. Oh well, I guess all that heavy medication, and pain can be a lot to deal with, and adding to much Katie to that could be a bit to much. Either that, or I am just overly sensitive, and just freaking out over something to minor.

A Major Uh Oh

2004-11-07T10:13:00.000-07:00

Just recently my cousin Tosha went with my mom to the fast food restrant Wendy's. Tosha aparently ate something there (or just added on to an illness she had already been contaminated with) that made her thow up for 2 days. Tosha couldn't eat anything, and the moment she would try to, she would find herself throwing it back up again. As the days went on, she didn't have a thing in her stomach. She was in excruciating pain, a constant burn in her stomach, and throat would always be with her. She began to be thowing up acid, this wasn't a good sign.
At this time, it got way out of hand. Her mom, Dianna- finally took her to the hospital. We all waited an intire day in a half wondering if she was going to be alright. The phone rang. It was Tosha's mom. "Oh my god! I'm so glad to hear from you! how is Tosha doing??" I was so anxious.
"Well, she is doing alright now. Definetly better than before." That was good news to hear. She didn't talk long, because she wanted to talk to my mom. So I left the window of the facts I didn't know once again.....I hate being in the dark about things. Later that night Tosha called. "So Tosha, how are you doing?" Her voice sounded raspy and quiet.
"I'm doing okay.."
"So what are they doing to you there?"
"Well, they have just been doing Xrays and tests. I have to go through surgery." That very word scared me...and it still does.
"You do?! Why? what's wrong?"
"I have to get my apendix removed." I was silent for a few moments. I didn't know how serious this was going to get. I was worried for Tosha. She couldn't talk any longer because she had other family members to call. So, the conversation ended.
Just yesterday my mom and I went to visit Tosha in the hospital (hehe I got to drive on the freeway there! ahh...the power of permits!) When we got to the hospital we went to the gift shop located there to get her something. We decided to get her a hello kitty baloon, and a soft yellow teddy bear. After going though 3 elevators, and a bunch of long hallways, we came to the room she was in. I could hear her mom talking. In we went.
Tosha was on Morphine so she was in a surprisingly good mood that night. I told her about all that had been going on with my life, and she told me about how the hospital was. She hated it there. So much pain, and boredom. I feel so sorry for her! I'm so glad that her mom took her in when she did, had she not, even two days....Tosha could have died. I am so greatful that she is still still going to show me her beautiful smile, and her bright fun exsistance, all in good time. I will come and visit her through out this week. Hopefully she will be able to be out of the hospital by Wednesday. However, she will not be able to run around, or be that active..she will most likely be in plenty of pain for a while after.

How It went

2004-10-31T16:41:00.000-07:00

The Halloween party on Friday went really well! Malissa and I spent like a couple hours just setting up the decorations in her house. The entry way to the front door, the main party room and the hallway entrance were decorated with strips of black trash bags. Though it looked ghetto- I think it turned out looking awesome- fluttering irrely about in the breeze of the ceiling fan.In the main room, were all of the music and dancing was located I brought over my dad's black lights from the company. Fearing for the lives sake of the black lights, I made sure to take every precaution in them being secured down nicely with duc tape. And I am glad to report that the lights didn't go under any damage during the night.

Jocelyn was the first of the guests to arrive. Her, myself, and Malissa all worked on decorations for a while. Then took a small break and I played them a few of my songs on the guitar, then we went back to decorating. As I was still taping up some streamers in the shape of a spider web, the door bell rang, and the guests began to arrive... After about 3 people arrived for the party I gave up on finishing the web...It looked fine anyway.

So music began to blare, and being the extrovert I am- I headbanged like a motha' with one of my home slices Malissa- I'm a dork, what more can I say? So people went in and out of the 3 main areas: The Dance Room, the Lounge area, and the kitchen. It seemed as if, when one person would leave into another area, the enire croud would migrate to that very room. Quite funny actually.

A bunch of people that I didn't even think would end up comeing, came. That was a major plus! you can't beat a good croud right?! All of the people there were awesome! Even if they couldn't have stayed there as long as others. Their mere arrival was enough to make me run around in happy circles.

I was in a great party mood that night! I don't think there was ever a time when I thought, "I want to do something else right now!" or "OLLE CRAPE! I am bored.." I suppose it wasn't the most -structured- party (heh, alot of the funness was up to the people there, mostly we just chilled and messed around being goofs). And I think that some of the people attending would have perffered a little more planned out activities. But oh well! It's all good. At least I know what I can work on for future parties...even though, this party in particular wasn't even mine. Twas Malissa's. I was only the Co-Host personage.
So after people danced/headbanged around to music and ate pizza/chips/candy/drank soda, everyone (with the exception of a few people) somehow found themselves in Malissa's room. None of us knew exactly why we were there....but we were! As everyone was involoved in a conversation with someone I got this idea...oooooo! I'll turn off the light! I casualy walked to the door and closed it, then shut off the light. AHHHH!!! who did that!! I can't see! oh no! Screams and squeeks could be heard, man it was fun! I went around roaring and startleing people...yet no one knew it was me. As I was in mid startle, Marshal flipped on the light. IT WAS YOU! He pointed at me. At that moment honestly every person had a smile on their face. I like being the villian....it's fun!

We then put in the movie Stirr of Echoes. Saddly enough, durring the middle of the movie a scene (which I had entirely forgotten about) came up. It was one of those "adult" kind of scenes...yeah....to put it bluntly SEX took place. Oh crap, we all thought, this is a bad scene!....what will we do?? Malissa grabbed for the remote and pressed it's buttons. IT WONT WORK! she remarked. After more than enough failed attempts finaly she managed to get the fast forward to work.....

the result wasn't exactly what she had intended on...

you see, when a mommy and a daddy really like each other- heh I guess I will skip all of that, Okay in this scene the parents were getting on the nasty, making love, doing the whoopie, what ever you want to call it...it was suddenly going 100 miles an hour. We could all see what was going on..and FAST too. This didn't make things any beter, only a hell of a lot funnier. The entire room laughed. You should have seen the look on Malissa's face! It was histarical.

Well, I couldn't sit still through that entire movie (I was too hyper), so I joined my friends Danny, Malissa, Kaleb, and Marshal in the kitchen who had found their places in there sometime durring the movie. With a mixture of, candy, soda, and the fact that we were all getting a late night high, honestly we all felt a little drunk. Everything became pointlessly funny, it was out of controll, and awesome. I would have to say that was the most entertaining part of the party for me. Not because of what we were doing (regularly that would have been retarted), it was flat out just the moods we were all in.

After the movie Malissa had this idea to curl up inside of an empty black trash bag and see if Danny could close off the top....heh. it worked. I didn't really notice what was going on at this time because I was in the other room danceing. Then all of a sudden I walk in...and what do I see???? OH NOES! I MUST SAVE MALISSA! I didn't really think she was going to die or anything...but still, I pushed Danny aside. Malissa! are you okay??! It was hard to breathe after all of the hard laughter, I oppened the bag, to see a bundle of Malissa. We all laughed...damn those were some good times. It was only a little while ago, and I already miss that party.

Well Robbie, Malissa's dad, really wanted to get all of those crazy teenagers out of his house, so he told Malissa it was time to rap it all up. Everyone helped clean up (thank you guys for doing that!) It got cleaned up pretty quickly. When it was time for everyone to leave, I went around giving hugs. I gave alot of hugs out that night, infact almost every person there got a hug from me! Even the people I didn't really know that well. It was grand. They all got their rides home, and that was the end of that wonderful chapter in our lives.

~Special Thanks~

To All

Jocelyn Gubler- Jocie! I remember when I first met you back in 5th grade....it makes me laugh at my dumbness now...but then I thought I was pretty cool. I always have thought you were a really cool cat, and you still are! I have plenty of fond memories that have been created when I was hanging out with you. So now, I can say "Do you remember that one time..."
So anyways...With you energetic awesomeness, you really helped me get pumped for the party. I'm so glad that you came! You are one of the coolest people I know, not to mention one of the best at cutting out bats, and creating plots for getting Malissa mobbed by everyone (to bad that didn't work out!)

Tim Spendlove- Timmah! Dude, it was pimpn' I really enjoyed having you there! And I can't forget the awesome time we had at the dance factory a few days after the party! Your a pimp man. The Nizzle shunt PIMP! Oh, and sorry you lost at Jewel Pool again...we should try working on that....

Sarah Garner- OLLE CRAPE! you are excellent at being a ninja turtle! That is the best halloween costume I have seen in a long time. You were really wild when we played my chemical romance, and brown eyed deception- it was great. We always need a true rocker in our midst. Oh, and thank you for letting me kinda lean on you durring the movie.

Bethany- Bethie! Hey man, I don't know what it would have been like with out you there! You are always making me laugh. It was dandy seeing you at the party. I'm glad someone was there with a camera, it is grand that now there are pictures taken of the even and stuffs. So thanks for being there! I love you.

Tosha Carter- Tosha Benard! You are the coolest cousin man, I love you to death! It was so peachy having you at the party, I love you. I have so many memories of growing up with you. Even though we never started out being that great of friends, now it seems like you are one of my best. We have had some really great times together, and I hope we can have more memories together to remember in the future. Oh, and that was an awesome outfit you had on at the party! You looked freaking cool.

Kayla Godfrey- Oh Kaylabub, my little play boy bunny! You are a gweat sisy, though you can be a pain in the arse, I'm sure I can be the same to you....sorry about my pain in the arseness! I love you Kayla! Thanks for comeing to the party! Never forget the lessons I have thought you. Because, you know I have thought you many good things!

Bevin, Pat + group- Though you guys weren't there that long, it was great that you came! I loved the costumes! They were really elaborate and fun. And Bevin you are just so dandy! you are a great girl! I love haveing you in my classes. You are sooo funny! You are the most dedicated pop tart fan I have ever encountered! Same to you Pat....accept you aren't a girl..and you aren't in any of my classes...though you do seem like your a funny guy, and I don't really know if you like pop tarts or not... Anyway you guys are perfect together. It made me happy to see you guys that night.

Daniel and Dason- Hey, Hey guys! who can forget a pair like you people! With your colorful personality, and great sense of humor, it is hard to go wrong with you guys! I loved seeing you at the party! Keep being awesome! Thank you for comeing.

Marshal Josey- Dude, it was great having you there! I loved the whole "assasin" thing! I think I will remember that for the next 5 years. Haha, and did you know that Bethany got a photo of you in those bunny ears?? It is currently posted on the internet. As is the one of you being a sammuri. Yeah, I'll see you in GYM man. Thanks for comeing.

Ally- I don't usually find cool freshmen. I mean, no offense or anything! But alot of them just aren't that mature..but in your case I will have to make an acception! Though, I don't really know you that well, from what I have seen, you seem like a pretty cool kid! Keep it real man! I see great potential in you. Thank you for comeing to the party.

Tricia Blackmore- FISH! What up, my little ho fairy?! I liked jamming out with you, it was great fun! Trick or treating was really awesome as well, I'm glad you came with us! I love the way you always are just so cute, and good to talk to. Thank you for comeing.

Kyle Janes- PILE! You know, I don't think I have ever seen you act more crazy! It was hilarious...."don't look up my mu mu!" Dude, I haven't seen you with bigger boobs and a hemeroid in my life! Anyway, being a white guy, it must really suck having to deal with people constantly making fun of you and stuff...so I respect that you put up with so much. You were a blast at the party! Thank you for comeing!

Danny Hanson- Dan man. I find it kinda funny thinking back on it...If it weren't for that cockroach, I'm not sure If I would be your friend today. I have really enjoyed getting to know you over the past months. I can clearly see that you are one of the nicest guys out there. Keep being you! And thank you for delivering the pizza! I'm glad you came.

Kaleb Jewel- What's up wiggah??! You are the awesome sauce! I have had some really great times with you, and it is dandy seeing you and Malissa being together! You are a funny dude. Keep it peachy always, and never forget the powers of ba-bong! Thank you for showing up!

Elijah McCausland- Ah, Mr. John Carter, Twas great company having you there. I really like it when you are around, and the fact that you came to the party, even though Katie- and Des couldn't come, is really consiterate of you...I'm sorry she couldn't have come. Next time, Next party! Anyway, I have enjoyed being your friend man! And I always will! Thanks for comeing. Your really a great guy. One of the very best I have ever met!

Malissa Jones- Malissa, Malissa, Malissa! You are a sweet girl, I enjoy comeing to school, and seeing your bright and cheery smile. I was glad I could see it at the party. Thank you for comeing!

The Recent Stuff

2004-10-25T00:03:00.000-07:00

Today my Step dad returned from Vegas, I was really glad to see him. The first thing I did was give him a hug, I stepped back and smiled, then gave him another one. I couldn't really help it- I was just so glad to see him! He seemed a bit distant, but that is to be understood, he was so terribly embarressed of his actions, that he found it hard to act normal today. He appologized about everything, because he knew that he have us all a good scare, I told him "It's all good," That is my common response to a lot of things . I wanted to not linger around him to much today, because I was sure that he just wanted his space and nap time. So I respected that and left to the other house. So yeah, all is good on that subject.

OH EM GEE! The Grudge.....
That movie, I swear, I have never seen any other that scared me so baddly. You have no idea. And I thought The Ring was bad! Damn, I didn't know what was comeing! Pretty much the entire time I had to cling to Malissa's hand or grab onto her arm. That movie was just plain scary the whole time. And it didn't help that people in the audience would litterally scream at the scary parts, that made me jump even worse. Though I did think that it had a few to many scary parts...some of the scenes that were initially made to be terrifying just flew by sometimes, but that doesn't mean that movie didn't scare the pants off of me...because it did. OLLE CRAPE!
When the movie ended Malissa, Jocelyn, and I were exited and guess who we saw??? Twas me brother, Nathan, and his friends Ben, and Tyler. I was so shaken after that movie that I needed a hug...so in wave of fear I lunged to my brother and hugged him. I even supprised myself when I did that. In fact, I think that was the first time I had hugged him in a while....
The Grudge scared me.....
Be prepared if you ever plan to go watch it, and if you already have, then good for you.
I thought that The Grudge was the continuation of The Ring, but apparently I was wrong. I guess it was just a side story thing, that was somewhat related to it. Durring the previews I saw the preview for The Ring 2, so yeah, I want to see that movie as well.

Halloween party

2004-10-22T18:17:00.000-07:00

On the friday of next week Malissa and I are going to host a halloween party, Wich will be at her house. I am soooooo excited! We are going to have scary/funny movies, games, candy, loud music, danceing, and other crap as of such. We are hopeing to make it a major blammo of a party, So if you know myself, or Malissa, you are invited...no questions asked! It is a costume party, but they are not required. Any candy donations would be appreciated, please come :) you will have fun!

Any Questions? Email me at:
g_katelyn@hotmail.com

To catch up...

2004-10-22T16:56:00.000-07:00

To my faithful fans,

Over the last few months I have gathered that many people have come to thourally enjoy reading my posts here on blogspot. This being the case, I will try my hardest to post more often, and give you guys more of the 411 on stories, poems, random insanity, thoughts, and current events. I am deeply sorry that I have kept you guys waiting for so long to read some more good stuff, well there was a reason for all of this.

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My family has been going through chaos lately...My step dad literally ran away awhile ago. Just got in the car and drove off. Well, apparently he had been taking anti depressant pills such as prosaic to help ease the depression. He later ran out of prosaic, causing him to suddenly switch to zoloft. The side effects of switching between drugs drastically can be insane. That is exactly what my father had become!
After he hadn't returned home for a few days, we all started to worry about him, Where did he go? Would he actually try to end his own life??? All of us were in the dark, terrifying images would constantly run through my head. Without any clue where he was....All we could do was contact the authorities- and wait.
About a few days later I received a phone call from the police- Robin had been found. He had been staying in Las Vegas, living in his car. People had made reports that there had been a man acting strangely, deliberately lingering around his car parked next to a dumpster. Sadly, that was his only means of nourishment. The authorities even found papers in his car which he had written random thoughts like: I am the anti Christ or I am evil. Hearing this upset me, a shock that I never thought I would feel involving Robin, such a spiritual and loving man. What really was going through his mind when he wrote those things? It puzzles me still.
The very day my mother heard that Robin was found, she wanted to see him as soon as she could. Besides....It was going to be there 1st year anniversary in two days. Well mom wasn't able to go until about 3 days after she planned to. So the anaversary passed...And the wedding cake remained untouched. But that didn't stop her. "I'm in love with him!! How can I just sit here and do nothing?!" Honestly, I couldn't stop the woman if I did my absolute best to do so. So, the three of us remained, completely alone....I decided I would do something....
I TREW A HUGE PARTY!! oh muh goodns' it was great!!! I got drunk and smoked pot!!! - heh heh not really, I just wanted to see how you kiddies would react, though I can't really see or hear how you are feeling right now...so I don't really know why I just did that. I hope you got a bit of a kick though...ANYWAY enough tangents- back to the story. In a way, I almost felt neglected just left to watch over 2 kids...Both of which are some of the most slobbyish people I know, not to mention the tantrum my youngest sister (who is now 10 years old and shouldn't even act in the way she does.) You honestly have no idea what she acts like...Only if you have seen her in the act would you understand. In fact, as I type I can hear her screaming right now, Kayla, my other sister, turned up the TV in the other room to drown out the sound of the hellish cries, as she yells profanitys at her...Overall it sounds like the pits of hell. GRAH! Sometimes I wonder how I get by living with all of this damn drama.
So my mom has returned from Vegas once, to buy us food, then she was on her way again to See Robin- who was attending a mental hospital, to help him from his depression. Now, he is out of the hospital and is currently in Vegas with my mom. She was supposed to come home today, but as always she is prolonging her return. Nothing new.

ON A LIGHTER NOTE!

Tonight my good friends, Malissa and Jocelyn, are going to see the new movie called The Grudge, It is the sequel to the movie called The Ring, and it is supposed to be incredibly terrifying- after all, The Ring was creepy enough....Hopefully this one will live up to the first. This is the first night that it is out, so we are expecting a large crowd. We are going to the late showing, which is around 10 pm.

"In every darkness I will find a light.....
...I wont let something that will eventually pass ruin my life."

--------Katie Godfrey, October 22nd

Random Poem 2.

2004-10-05T17:53:00.000-07:00

"The way the river flows"
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How can we contoll the water?
yes, we can put dams and canals in it's path
but we can never stop it from flowing
the river always perseveres
as will life
always changing sometimes roughly rapid
sometimes gentle, and quiet
or bounding over a rocky ledge
the river cares not for its trouble
for it knows
it will lead to the beautiful lake
all in good time...

-A poem by Katie Godfrey

Random Poem 1.

2004-10-03T03:28:00.000-07:00

Why Father?

It seems as if you have forgoten
Everything inside you is empty
entirely erased
I want to give you emotion again
but how?
How can I change the way you feel?
Do you feel nothing?
Is this really what you want?
To just become an empty memory?
I have wittnessed your soul slowly disipate
It scares me father
I long for the days we once lived
for the words we once spoke
Can you just turn your back?
Like it had never happend?
It was you that made me believe
that it is possible for me to have a father
Now...just like that day, so long ago
You have nearly abandoned your will to live
as he has done, you wish to leave us
A repeating sequence I live once more
Why father?

-A poem by Katie Godfrey

The Day After

2004-09-26T10:26:00.000-07:00

So, yesterday was the day of the concert. Jocelyn, Malissa and I were more ready than we had ever been. Constantly we would talk about it at school, over the net, and the phone. This could have very well been one of the most important things to us, up to this point in our lives. The car ride over there was full of shifting in our seats, little squeals of joy, and laughter. We couldn't help it though, the excitment was only growing....so happy the three of us were. We were almost there.

We pulled up to the Electric Theatere and stormed out of the truck. It seemed as if the people lingering about the outside of theater (they had to be cause the doors hadn't opened yet) were nearly all dressed in black, Jocelyn described it as a "Sea of Black." Like the "pink sheep" I stood out with my new Hello Kitty T- shirt, even Jocie and Malissa had black shirts on, ha oh well, I usually find myslef being quite diferent from the rest anyway. I was proud to be in the minority.
The doors opened! You could hear the croud's sighs and screams of excitement. We filed in with stamps on our hands. The inside of the place is increadibly small, infact it used to be a movie theatere when I was but a wee tike, I veguely remember watching a move about Dracuala there...heh. anyway. The front interior's walls were covered in mirors, and it was a tad confusing getting around. After about three minutes we entered the left enterance to where the stage was located.

The three of us did our best to find a place closest to the front. The three of us stood behind an older man with thick glasses, a blue T-Shirt, and a huge camera, who was standing right infront of the stage, I suppose you could say we were in the 2nd row. So as we were waiting for the first band to come on, we all noticed some farmilliar faces from our school, joining the croud. And I must say, plenty of those faces were nice to see....REALLY NICE! In other words, there were plenty of good looking genes walking around.

The sound crew exited the stage and the first band was on. The name of the band was called "Broke," (hah, I bet it was because they really were litteraly)....and they really weren't much to look at, but they were something to fill the space I suppose. Their music wasn't anything to remember either (I can't even remember the tune of any of their songs)...The lead guitarist (who WAS good at playing the guitar...) really needed to buy a belt or something, because as he was playing and juming around, the plummer in him began to emererge through his busy lard. I kinda nodded my head to the music...but I just did it because I wanted to make the best of the time. But we all had smiles on our faces. We were just happy to be there.
So they only played about 5 or 6 songs then they exited. Heh, no one really moshed when they played. And to add to the whole thing, they only sold their CD's for 5 bucks (I wonder why...)

Next was the band "Murrieta." The lead singer was really REALLY REALY hot. And when they first got on stage he held out his hand for people to grab it...and guess what??!! I got to touch his hand! It was really soft and.....soft......Anyway, I thought their music was really original for the most part. They had a keyboard that the lead guitarist would switch off and use while he had his guitar pic in his teeth, then he would switch back and play the guitar (I liked the uniqueness), and in the middle of another one the lead singer went into the back and played the simbles with the drummer- it sounded cool. After that display of talent, he threw the drumsticks he used out into the croud, but saddly...to far away for my reach. When Murrieta played, I was at the front, so the entire time I had a great veiw...and I swear, durring a few moments....I think he looked DIRECTLY at me. A yumcious group I would have to say.

Hudden River School was on next. Boy, they were increadibly talented. But saddly, I had a bad place in the croud :( Durring their first songs it was okay...but suddenly a buch of guys came out of nowhere and started pushing evryone infront of them forward. Causing me to be squashed, and leaned on like a mother F***er! They didn't even know how to properly mosh...how sad...There was this one guy...oh man....He was terrible! He was the one doing most of the dammage, he had on a plain white T-shirt, and he was tall (abnormally tall), with buzzed hair, and no eyebrows. He was unstoppable, if you found yourslef infront of him...you found yourslef no where else!!!! My god, that was a little irritating. But durring that band, the croud started to get leaned on like domminos, so moving back and fourth, my spot was lost.....but since I was pushed so far to the right I crashed right into a hot guy from school (no names for security reasons....) That was good stuff though man....really good stuff :) Up to this point in the night the most moshing went on durring Huden River School. I tried to jump up and down, but I always found myself pushed up against some random person. Holy crap....they were a really good band, Infact, I think they played the most songs out of all of them. I just coudn't pay attention to well because of all of the pinning suffication going on. 0_0 Malissa and Jocie luckily got behind all of those losers after a while. All they did was laugh at me....heh heh, had I been them, I think I would have to.

So it was announced....My Chemical Romance was on next...I pushed, fought, nudged, and squeased to get up closer in the croud. It worked...The lights were dimmed, and the room was silent. I could sense the room building up, this was going to rock! I took out the disposible cameral in my bag.....THEY RAN ON STAGE! I reached out my hand to touch the lead singer when he came close to the croud..but I couldn't reach far enough! However I took several photographs of him when I was close up there. The croud was hot and sweaty, So the lead singer did the deed of pouring a water bottle on the audience. I opened my mouth and managed to get a few drops. God I was thirsty!!!

I decided I would move over to the left to get some pictures of the main guitarist, he was really hot! No. That is an understatement!!! His hottness overpowered the lead singer to Murrieta times two! I clicked a bunch of those, only to once again find myslef pushed to the back of the croud. Conveniently I ended up right next to Jocelyn...but unfortunetly we were right in the line of the speakers blast. It was so cool though! I moshed like crazy! And moshing isn't even allowed in the electric theater! Even the security guards came down and rocked out. It was so awesome.

One guy was rocking out so hard that he passed out. A security guard and a couple of guys carried him out to the back of the theater. I began to head bang, seeing that my hair is really long it was everywhere!, (After the concert Jocelyn told me that I kept wipping a girl behind me in the face, and she made hand signals to me behind my back to her friend.) Heh, I didn't care though (ha mainly because I didn't know) My head is still sore from all of the head banging that I did....not to mention the ringing in my ears, from the loud speaker I was next to. But I know it was all worth it, and the side effects will eventually pass. When MCR was done playing, everyone wanted them back on. So we cheered them on for an oncore. And they came...They came like mighty lords from above. They played a song they said they dedicated to a friend of theirs that had died a while back. It was actually the coolest song to Mosh to, because everybody did it. All was loud, and great. As they had walked on stage with such power, the left it with the same. I loved that band.

When we all got out of the main theater room, the first thing that flashed in our faces was one of the mirrored walls. That was a mispleasing sight to see (at least the way I looked) My hair had become increadibly poofy, and my face was red and sweaty. Not to mention my Hello Kitty shirt was drenched in sweat! I was so thirsty from all of the constant movement, moshing, headbanging, and danceing, that I had to get some water. I didn't know where the drinking fountain was. I felt like I was going to die.

The three of us stood in the merch line, which lucky for us, hadn't gotten to long or anything. Jocelyn bought a T-shirt (That says My Chemical Romance- thank you for the venom) and their CD, Malissa just bought a T-shirt (that says My chemical Romance- give em hell kids), and I bought a black wife beater tank top (that says My Chemical Romance- *with a picture of a cartoony devil thing holding a hart shaped gernade*- the devil has a place for you and me.) two stickers and a five pack of pins. After I had bought my things I noticed the bathroom to the right of the merch. I was so thirsty....I consitered drinking some of the sink water from the bathroom...then I consitered it a few more times. So (heh) I ended up doing it. Man...for bathroom sink water, I would have to say it was the most refreshing of it's kind I have ever had. Almost within the first few minutes of me comeing out of the bathroom Malissa said: "Lets get a drink from the drinking fountain." heh. to bad I was already full of bathroom sink water- I drank from it anyway.

Armed with our items we left the building and sat on some benches to a bank next door.
I was all sweaty and damp after the concert, cause there were plenty of crammed bodies in there. So when I came outside after the concert Jocie, Malissa and I had to wait for our ride. Well knowing my mom, it was going to take a while. So I figured I would change my shirt because it was kinda breezy outside, and I was begining to get cold.
So I thought about just doing it right where we were sitting, but to many cars kept going by. So I walked down into the ally next to the theature, and I saw a fenced in area around this dumpster. yay! I can change my shirt in there. I was in mid shirt take offage when all of a sudden I see this cop car pull up alongside this fence, Oh shit! hmmm I will just stand here...maybe he wont notice me.. The guy gets out of the car and walks up to the gate and flashes his flash light in my face.

Cop: "What are you doing over here?"

me: "I was going to change my shirt" (that probably sounded believable heh heh...)

Cop: "that's not the smartest idea you have had"

(I'm thinking) how the hell are you supposed to know what my ideas have been tonight??? are you psychic???

Cop:"how old are you?"

me: "fifteen"

Cop:"you need to be home in ten mintutes"

(thinking) yeah...I don't have a car and I am waitng for my ride, there isn't much I can do now, but change my damn shirt....so just go away!

Me: "well I just got out from the concert at the electric theature and I am waiting for my ride, I wanted to change my shirt."

Cop: "Well why are you in this Ally?"

Me "I was going to change my shirt..." (thinking) oh my god! I just told you that!!

Me "okay...I'll will go stand by my friends...."

Cop: "alright, you do that"

*he gets in his car and drives off*

Well, I only got colder and colder...and I really wanted to change into the shirt I had bought..So I went down some stairs behind the building behind us and went down a flight of stairs. Yes! My shirt is changed!!! No cops involved this time. I have come to a conclusion that Cops perfer it that you change your clothing in public so discusting old men, like themselves can look at you.

Well, to put it plain and simple- I had a great time, one of the greatest of my life.

Concert Eve

2004-09-24T23:30:00.000-07:00

Ah, the sweet bliss. As the day is so close, I can only whelp tears of great awe. Indeed I wish for the concert to be living in my present...But I know the moment that joyous event comes to pass...It will only be a shadow of what once was....But....
Nay Katie, fret not. For you will leave the building, the oh so holy temple of musical pleasures, with memories that will always be present. And merchandise that will forever glisten in the sun with such radiant beauty, only the pope himself can gaze upon such a miraculous visual....But that will be in your belonging. More valuable than the treasures hiding within the deep vast hidden tombs of Egypt, more cherished and desired than the fountain of youth....My Chemical Romance, live in concert.

...Only time is dying in these hours of such excruciating happiness.

Today is concert eve....I celebrate to you, this is my light.

Can it truly be so perfect?

It's all in the Shoe

2004-09-21T14:44:00.000-07:00

Hey these are some awesome photos Malissa, Jocelyn and I took over at Jocelyn's house. I personally think they look freaking awesome. Worthy of a magazine picture, and I say these things in the name of converse shoes, amen.

^ This is a picture of me, standing in Malissa's high top Converse

^ that is Jocelyn, doing the same.

^ and once again, in the converse is Malissa

Concert!!!

2004-09-19T15:15:00.000-07:00

Dude...On the 25 I am going to go to a concert at a place called the electric theater! http://www.theelectrictheater.com <- if you want to check it out, then go ahead. So with two of my friends (Malissa & Jocelyn) we are going to see My Chemical Romance, Hudson River School and Murrieta. All of which are supposed to be really good. I am SUPPER excited. The days are drawing nearer and nearer and my anxious anticipation only grows by the day.
I haven't yet decided what to wear, but I am planning on it being hella cool, because I want it to be a special night! I have been to The Electric Theater before, and I remember good things. The bands were all pretty good, and the croud was fun. And ofcorse, the music was so loud that I was a little hard of hearing for the rest of that night. Katie is happy. You should be too. :)

9/19/04 [My first Post]

2004-09-19T01:56:00.000-07:00

Hey!
I just started with this blog business, and I must say; I think it is super dandy stuff man. Seriously! So um, welcome to it and stuff. I hope you find enjoyment in this blog, and have the best day of your life everyday!!

Oh yeah! check out my site called "I Am the Kat"
www.angelfire.com/me5/k8e

Homecoming Dance

2004-09-19T01:43:00.000-07:00

Well, it all started with a simple "hello." In my math class there is a guy named Collin Hodges. He has a mohalk (which he can't spike up durring school hours so it is usually down) and he is the bass player in a band called The Last Impressions. Most of the time Collin wears black, and always, ALWAYS he will be seen a black jacket: leather, studded, buckled, or safety pinned, he will never part with a beloved jacket, even if it is 105 degrees outside.
He is a pretty nice guy, perhaps a bit misguided in some areas, but for the most part he knows how to be kind and sincere. So, being a goth/punk type of guy, I was interested in what kind of a person he was. He somehow seemed so distant from the world, like he didn't even want to be known at times.
So, in the first (or second...I'm not sure) week I said hi to him in the halls. This sparked something in him. Automatically he realized he could take an opportunity...."I'll make this girl like me!..I would love her as a girlfriend!" Only one day after, Collin gave me a note in my 5th period class. From then on I recieved a significant amount of them. Always within their folded contors contained passeges complementing the way I looked that day, or asking me how I was....this boy was flattering me up the WAHZOO! He wanted me to grow fond of him in a certain way....but I just couldn't find myself doing it.
So, the Homecomeing dance was comeing soon and everyone was conversing about getting a date. Every morning the announcements in over the innercom at school buzzed of "HURRY FAST! GET A DATE TODAY!" with all of this fuss, Collin moved in on it....he asked me to the Homecoming dance.
Though I was expecting on going with Tim Spendlove, the words just drew their way out of my pen, and the note released itself from my hand into his reading.

"Sure :)" (what a fool I am...)

I was in my room about a week later and the three of them knocked on my door. Colin, Gwyn, and Tyson stood in my doorway.
"Hey come watch movies with us." Gwyn asked for the shy little Colin.
"Um...okay, can I have a few minutes to get dressed?" I was a little embarressed as I stood there with no makeup, my hair a mess, and only dirty pajamas covering myself. Since Tyson's house is right next to mine, they all headed over there to wait for me. Looking kind of okayish, I walked nextdoor and nocked on the door. Tyson let me in and asked if I wanted any bean dip. I said my trade mark response for everything:

"sure :)"

Tyson stood behind his counter, "how much do you want?" I was a little unsure of how to word it at the time.

"um....Medium amount please."

He handed me the plate and to my surpise the freaking plate was not -MEDIUM AMOUNT- but -MONSTER AMOUNT- I dipped my chips into the dip as I watched the animated film "Wizzards" (very interesting one infact) and I didn't even eat half of that damn bean dip. Heh. it was good stuff though.
So after the movie we went into Tyson's room and listened to a recording of an irish transvestite comedian. Indeed that was funny stuff. But around 4:00 I had to head back to my house and get ready for the dance. Gywn came over and helped me curl my hair (which took longer than I had hoped) But I think it was all worth it, cause I looked halfway decent that night (haha yeah, like a fluffy princess...).
So, a fluffy princess (at least that's what I looked like that night) and a Goth/punk boy were off to the Dance. An unlikely pair, but hey, I am a nice girl.

I got home from the dance at about 12:30 A.M., and I have been awake ever since (it is now 3:11 A.M. ....hmmm I always look at the time when it is 3:11) The dance was pretty fun, I think. I got to see alot people I knew. And I ate some of the most delicious cream puff thingies! Oh god those things were good...Oh, we also spiked the punch! (dun dun dun!!!! *dramatic shocked music*) heh. though we didn't do it with alcohol. It was Mountain Dew.

Being the crazy person I am, I decided to do something out of the ordinary (which is an ordinary thing for me to do...) I carried around a stick called "the butt wacker" and I went around to people I either knew well, knew kinda, and didn't know at all, and wacked them with the buttwacker. When I did this my response was "I am the crazy buttwacker!"

I danced with Colin to 2 songs, I believe. Nothing super special went on there, but it was a nice time to carry out a conversation with him. I even danced with Wes, one of Colin's friends (who is now my friend...I think) They are really unique people and I enjoy having them around.
I actually danced to fast songs, in a kidding unserious manner ofcourse, but I still did it none the less! I danced with Gwyn (Colin's older sister) and Bethany, a good friend from school. To the fast dances we did a simple dance step called "The 80s skip" heh. I thought it was really fun, but I am asumming most watching us thought differenly the opposite, however that is the least of my worries :) We requested a bunch of songs over the dance period. Some of those songs where 99 red balloons, and The Thiriller. The actual Dance was held outside at the Lichfeild pond. We danced on an area of grass that was raised on a slope. The music was at a good volume setting (pretty loud, but quiet enough you could hear people talking) and round colored lights danced about the croud of people.

The dance began to die down, and the refreshment table was ready for the last minute pickers to have their fix. So I had my way with those cream puffs, and cookies. God, I seriously suggest you trying those man...who ever you are...eat em.

Kate Godfrey

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