One in a million things i say actually makes sense... one in a million of those times somebody writes it down (just cause it's such a monumental event ^_^) and so here, real rarities, some one in two million insights to the essence of me:

- When I grow up, I wanna be a juvenile delinquint! (Lianne said it, I stole it. ^_^ )
- Life is a play where it doesn't matter how much the actor is paid, they'll be dead by the end of it anyway.
- If aliens landed in your backyard and said 'take me to your leader', who would you take them to?
- I used to take feel-good quotes to heart. You know, the ones that say 'It'll be OK in the end', or something to that effect. But then I realized, the famous people saying those things have a lot of money. Of course it'll be OK in the end for them!
- I heard this somewhere, and it's true...famous people get quoted a lot. But they only get quoted because they did something first to get them famous. No one gets famous by just saying smart-alecky remarks on life. You have to do something with yours first.
- Nice guys may finish last, but they enjoy it. Now, about the good dying young, I don't know, but nice guys definitely don't mind finishing last.
- My philosohpy on status? Why bother! Hell, I've already got the varsity jacket, so who needs a varsity boyfriend?
- There will always be a million reasons why you should give up on people, why you should quit things...but so long as there is one good reason to carry on, then by all means, do so!
- [corollary]...on the other hand, there will always be a million reasons to stick with some hellish torment. But so long as you have one good reason to quit, then by all means, do so!
- If you came here looking for answers, well i guess from the above paradox you've learned that you won't learn anything from me! ...but then you'd have learned something...drat.
- Your love is cheap and whorey! (Kyle's line for when he wants stuff is "I love you"...but after he's said it to everyone in the class, you have to wonder how much his love is worth!)
- Everyone was talking about how sexy Trevor looked in his new tight shirt (joking of course) so I said "Hey isn't that Josh's shirt?" cause it looked like it to me...it got a laugh, so Crystal stole my line! *L*
-You're too feminine! (I didnt say this one, but it was too funny to exclude, cause a teacher said it to Josh!!!)

I have been known, from time to time [conscience: "don't lie to them Kat" kat: "why the hell not?" conscience: "..." kat: "FINE."], okay, I am infamous for saying a great deal of stupid things. Oddly enough, I rarely remember saying them, yet everyone else does...

- "Look! It's the sun!" I do remember this one, me and Holly Flieger were walking back by the high school late at night, in all those little paths there...I saw a streetlamp, and the above quotation was my immediate reaction (Sad but true)

- "Look, he's singing!" I was gonna say something else, but this was what came out. Me and Holly were watching Much and they occasionally tend to have people who sing on Much...

- "Look at me!" Brett C. swears I said this, but I don't recall it...I do, however, recall taking a flying leap at a ledge at UNB on a rainy day, having my feet slip out from under me, flying off the 6 foot ledge, landing on a car, and breaking my neck(lace). In front of about 15 people. *g* *sigh* beginning to notice a pattern? I'm gonna have to eliminate 'look' from my vocabulary.

- This isn't a quote, but a story that takes place on a cold day in December. Holly (ever present for my most stupid moments) and I decided to go for a walk. We wandered aimlessly for about 20 minutes, and then said we'd turn at the next street and go back home. (as i said, it was cold)

Unfortunately, there was no next street. We ended up on the highway. So, we decided, go with it, we can scramble down a steep embankment near the mall and head back home from there. Only, we forgot how far it was from where we were to the mall...it took quite a long time. Because of the deep snow and mild weather, there was slush everywhere, forcing us to walk pretty damn near the highway. Many a car sped by and splashed slush on us. Now, I wouldn't have minded that much if it hadn't have been for the fact that I was trying to eat a candy cane. A very big snow plow drove by. He wrecked my candy cane!!!!! Icky slush...anyway, back to the story.

Oh yes, I forgot this part, by this time I also had to pee really really bad. Nearest bathroom? In the mall.

We finally (and i stress FINALLY) got to the embankment, which was a lot steeper and slushier than we had expected. We ended up walking on the bridge for a bit, but then we decided that being halfway to Chatham wasn't gonna help us get home. We doubled back and looked closer at the hill, nay, mountain, to find that there was a switchback type trail. We were in luck!! While winding our way down that, our conversation turned from how stupid we were to texas mickeys. Somehow, we crossed the street unharmed, and within several minutes, were well within the safe confines of the mall.

I guess I should have said relative safety. We quickly found the bathroom, notice no plural, there's only one stall. And the person ahead of me was sure taking her time!!! I'm not exaggerating on this one, either she was the inspiration for Adam Sandler's "The Longest Pee" song or she was not using the bathroom for what it was intended to do!!! (Technically, no one can, cuz there's no bath in there, but anyway)

Finally, she emerged. Alone. I was worried that she had had a kid in there or something. But man, she was freaky. Totally goth. And reeking of crack.

Needless to say, I felt very priviledged to use the druggie bathroom...yeah right. But when nature's callin, don't be stallin!! After the potty incident, we decided to roam around the mall for a minute, and yeah, a minute's about what it takes to make a round trip of the Miramichi mall. We had $1.44 between us, so the obvious store of choice was the dollarama!!

It took us a very long time to find something to buy. Almost as long as it takes me to find a movie or a video game... anyway, we ended up looking at socks. The ones for 3-9 year olds, with grips on the bottoms, and cool designs and stuff...it was so hard to choose! There were basketball socks, and funky 70s socks, and solid colour socks, but the ones we liked best were the strawberry socks. We bought a pair, and left the warm mall for the icky slushy stupid ugly outdoors.

Ten minutes later, and still in sight of the mall, I finally got the plastic thing off the socks, and now we each had one on our hands.

Choice time for my mom to drive by, eh?

Oddly enough, and I don't know if this is good or bad, she didn't see me. Two teenage girls on the main street downtown with socks on our hands, and she didn't see us. Eventually, we got home, and vowed to do it all over again next week.

- "I think we're in Chatham." Me to Holly, on another of our late night walking adventures. (we weren't)

- "2 words: Sucks to be you!!" --me to my brother, in a fit of rage mixing up the 2 "suck..." expressions.

- "In my band, the first single's gonna be the dead air song. It'll be 5 minutes of static. The video'll be all snow! And... for the radio version, I'll have the eternal announcer guy saying "Now experiencing technical difficulties." and then the static...or, oh this is better, way better. "Aliens are coming! Aliens are coming! Help meeeeee *death noises of choice*!!" and then static!! OH! Oh how about this?!? 6 minutes and 66 seconds of static!" --me describing my band's oddball songs. (BTW, the 2nd song is the ABC song, the 3rd one is of old people dancing, and the 4th song is the kitchen song, where i rhyme things in my kitchen)(Also BTW, I don't have a band...yet *g*)

- "Tell him...tell him that your last boyfriend was murdered by an African!! And it's too soon for you to have a relationship! You're not done grieving. And that's why you two can't have a thing. Besides the obvious him being 5 years older. And living in a different country...continent...fuck it, hemisphere! Besides, your late beau's parents would kick your ass if they ever found out you were dating a man of the same nationality as the one who killed their son! Oh man! What if he's the same guy? And now he's after you! Run away! RUN AWAY!" --Me to Gillian, forgetting that the part about her boyfriend being murdered was something i had just made up a matter of seconds ago. (Her pen pal in Africa is goin psycho lovey on her)