This is side one

xlettersnotsent @ 2008-05-26T21:43:00

2008-05-27T01:52:14Z

Me: When are you going to shave?
Brandon: I can't. Playoff beard.
Me: Your team didn't even make the playoffs this year.
Brandon: I know, but I'm just getting into the spirit for next year.
Me: That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard.
Brandon: Whatever. Want to go to the beach tomorrow?

I love my brother.

He and I went home for the weekend. I got into a huuuuuuuuge fight with my mom today and I swear I'd still be mad and upset if it wasn't for Brandon. Best twin ever.

Do you, do you wanna lose it all

2008-05-06T04:17:49Z

Raise your hand if you suck.
My hand is raised, you just can't see it.

Alex and Ryan decided to race the Mustang and the TrailBlazer today and it scared the hell out of me. I cried. I told them that if they ever do that again I'm never talking to them. Do they realized that they could have gotten themselves killed??????

I swear, boys are so fucking stupid sometimes.

Eww, summer classes start in a week. That's gay. I'm not looking forward to two more semesters of foreign language, but stupid me is a journalism major... I'm going to double major come fall semester. Journalism and Public Relations. We've already decided that Braiden, who is majoring in Political Science, will be the President of the US, I'll be his publicist, Brandon, who is a business major, will be his compaingn manager and take care of the financial stuff, and Ryan, who is a psych major, will brainwash people into voting for Braiden. It all works perfectly.

I can't type tonight. Whateverrrrrrrrrrr.

Boys Like Girls is stuck in my head, which sucks.

xlettersnotsent @ 2008-04-07T13:47:00

2008-04-07T17:59:47Z

I was thinking today that David Beckham should leave Victoria and date me (even though I love my boyfriend), but then I decided that they're just too cute together to break them up. Plus, I don't like soccer.

Alex was being all Shady last week and wouldn't tell me what he was going over the weekend. I was really pissed until he jumped on my bed and woke me up Saturday morning. What a jerk <3<3<3

I want Victoria Beckham hair. I don't have to balls to try it, though. I suck.

xlettersnotsent @ 2008-03-30T12:58:00

2008-03-30T18:06:53Z

Rock of Love has got to be the dumbest show I have ever seen in my life. Ever.
The girls are nasty and Bret Michaels is really creepy.

My brother is an ass hole and I'm really disappointed in him. Last night was margarita night because every Saturday is margarita night, and Brandon invited Krista over. The same Krista that Ryan was pratically in love with all throughout high school. With the exception of Erin, he said that he would have left every single girlfriend he ever had if it meant things working out with Krista. Anyway, Brandon had her come over last night and it's so obvious he's into her. Brandon is a very charming person, so people, especially girls, just really like him. It's like once he decides he likes a girl and flashes a smile, they have no chance.

So he's completely to blame in the whole thing. He kept touching her hair and poking her stomach and stuff, and you could tell by the end of the night that she was really starting to fall for it. They went out onto the back pourch around 11:30, and they didn't do anything, but I swear it was like they were glued to each other. You couldn't fit a piece of paper between the two of them on the deck couch we have out there.

Ryan says it doesn't bother him, but if there is one thing I know, it's my best friend. And poor Krista. She's so cute and innocent and it was all over for her the moment Brandon called her last night.

RV, I love you.

I'm baaaack!

2008-03-25T23:03:24Z

This is the first time I've updated my LJ in six months.
Since September.
Since Shane died.

I couldn't go back and read what I wrote last without feeling absolutely crushed, so I just chose not to come on here. But I'm finally able to talk about Shane and his death openly now, so I figured that now would be a good time to come back to LJ.

With that being said...
Easter weekend was fun, I guess.

Friday. Brandon, Braiden, Ryan, and I left Gainesville around 3 and drove home. My parents were out of town until Sunday morning because they're bastards and are always out of town. Ben came over which was exciting, because I only saw him once over spring break because me and Alex were in Vermont. I drank just about half a bottle of Captain Morgan and walked around in my sweat pants and heels because I do stupid shit when I'm drunk. The last thing I remember is sliding down the stairs on a pillow like I used to do when I was little and my brother telling me that I should go to bed. I guess I did...

Saturday. I woke up at 10, started to walk downstairs, then ran back upstairs and puked. When I finally made it downstairs, Brandon was in the kitchen with my usual hangover cure - four Tylenol, a pot of coffee, and two McDonald's sausage, egg, and cheese biscuts. I took a shower and was perfectly fine by 11. Around 12:30 we left for Orlando to go see Yellowcard, The Spill Canvas, Secondhand Serenade, playradioplay, and Treaty of Paris. It was the 10th time I've seen Yellowcard, I'm pretty sure. We met our Jimmy there, who just got back from Iraq, and it was so nice to see him. He looks so good now. I really hope he doesn't have to go back, though. The show was great, as usual. We went to Denny's after and I ate more food than I've eaten in so long. We got home around 2 a.m.

Sunday. I woke up early and my brother and I went to church with my Aunt Bridget, Braiden, Bright, and Brad. We met Ryan and his family there, and then we all went back to my house. Ben had Easter with us. I went over to Alex's around 4:30 and hung out with him and his family for a while. Trevor, Lex's 9-year-old brother was like, 'Alex, are you gonna ask her to marry you?' and he just looked at him and said 'Trev, you're not supposed to ask me that when she's sitting right here.' and then Trevor said to him, 'Oh, okay. I'll ask you again when she leaves.' I love Trevor. I love Alex, too, but Trevor is just so innocent and cute. I left Alex's around 11 because I had to get up supersuper early to drive back to school for 9:00 class.

I did nothing yesterday except drive back to Gainesville, go to class, come home, eat lunch, take a nap, and eat dinner. Then I drank too much Jack Daniels and passed out on the living room floor. Ryan took a picture and it's the funniest thing I've ever seen. I don't like to post picture on the internet, but this one is so good that I might have to.

I woke up at 7:30 this morning (somehow I got to my bed) with the worst headache ever, then went to class. The end.

Shane

2007-09-19T16:46:29Z

Some things really just don’t make sense. I know that everything is supposed to happen for a reason, but there is no reason for this to have happened just like there is no reason why my uncle had to die a year ago.

Brandon came into my room last night at exactly 11:34 p.m. He stood in the doorway and said, “Katie, I have to tell you something.” He walked inside and sat on my bed. Then he looked at me with his big eyes and said…

“Katie, Shane died tonight,” he said, hanging his head. I just looked at him, wondering why he was lying to me. My brother doesn’t lie to me.

“Nick just called and told me,” he continued. “He was on his way home from work and a truck swerved in front of him and clipped him on the front of his car. The car flipped and they airlifted him. He died right after they got to the hospital.”

“Are you sure?” I asked him, wishing that he would look at me and then smirk his stupid Brandon smirk that would let me know he was kidding.

He nodded and asked me if I was alright? Was I alright? I didn’t even know. I still don’t know. I shrugged and chewed on my bottom lip until I tasted blood. He asked me if I wanted him to say with me and I shook my head yes.

I needed him there. I needed my brother. He shuffled up next to me and carefully drew me into his arms as if I were some kind of fragile package or something, which is exactly how I felt.

We didn’t say anything for a while but then we started talking about Shane and about how great he was and how we could believe that we hung out with him Saturday night and now he’s gone.

I woke up in the exact same spot, cradles in my brother’s arms, at 5 this morning.

Gone.

Shane Gentry is gone.

I can’t believe it.

Shane and I became so close our senior year and I talked to him at least every few days since I moved. Now I can’t talk to him any more. Ever.

When Julian and Evan died I got so mad at Brandon for not crying. They were his best friends and he didn’t even cry. But now I understand why. I haven’t cried for Shane yet, and I think it’s because if I do then I’ll know he’s really gone.

I just… I don’t even know what to say.

xlettersnotsent @ 2007-08-22T22:32:00

2007-08-23T02:37:27Z

School starts tomorrow!
I have class in nine hours!
Gaaaaaaay!
Ryan and I have the same English class.

Alex and I talked for two hours on the phone today.
I love himmmmmmmmmm!

I'm a little tipsy right now, I think.
Since when is Rooney all over MTV?
What the fuuuuuck!

I need to go to sleep!

xlettersnotsent @ 2007-07-31T22:46:00

2007-08-01T03:24:24Z

I just had the biggest silent argument with Ryan right now for the comment he left me on my last entry. Ooooh, I was shooting him the worst looks. We talked briefly, but I told him I wasn't going to fight with him in someone else's house. He brought it on himself, though, and now he's being all pissy.

So, you might be wondering why I was just looking at Ryan when I was supposed to be home in Florida. The plan was for me to fly home today and the boys would be here for a little over a week more. Well, last night in our damn drunkeness, we, we being Kevin, Uncle Mike, and myself, decided to go online and change my ticket to one that departed a few days from now because we were all having such a good time. Ryan, who used to be the world's biggest underage alcoholic, did not take part in this drunkeness because he had an epiphany one day and decided he wasn't going to do it any more. No problem, good for him. He may not have taken part in our drinking, but he CERTAINLY didn't seem too excited that I was going to be here a little while longer.

And now I know why.

He thinks that I flirt with Kevin way too much. I'm not going to lie and say that I don't flirt with him at all, because I do, especially when I drink. But I flirt with everyone when I drink, even Ryan. I'm a horny drunk, I guess. There have been two seperate time where I tried to take Ryan's clothes off and have my way with him. It's a horrible quality, I know which is why I don't really drink a lot. But anyway, it's none of his business who I flirt with and don't flirt with. Then he brought up the night at Antigua and I got really mad. That's a different story. I was mad at Alex for initiating the "break" we were/are? on, and I was feeling sorry for myself. When I drink a lot I become very determined and have to get what I want, and apparently I really wanted to get back at Alex by throwing Kevin against a wall outside and kissing him like it was going out of style, or something. It was stupid, I appologized, Kevin appologized, DONE. I never thought about again. I hardly even remember that night. I remember guys buying my drinks. I remember going outside. I remember Kevin asking if I was okay. I remember really liking his curly hair and wanting to touch it. I remember Ryan being mad at me and even more mad at Kevin. That's it.

Ryan Jacob, please pull your head out of your ass, please? You're my best friend and I don't like fighting with you.

Anyway, moving on, I drank entirely too much last night, so if you read the previous long paragraph, then it's safe to say that I did flirt with Kevin. Sue me. Nothing happened, so it's nothing to get worked up about. Ryan went to bed around 12, and Uncle Mike shortly after that, but Kevin and I stayed up for a coulpe more hours drinking the Parrot Bay coconut and pineapple juice. He carried me to bed at 2:30 because I guess I couldn't walk straight, or something. For some reason I kissed him on the forehead and told him he was my hero. He made sure I was alright before he went to bed himself.

I had to wake up this morning at 7 and I had a really crappy hangover. I threw up before I left the house and felt horrible until I ate lunch at noon. I still had a head ache, though, and I went upstairs in the office of the store and fell asleep for an hour.

I know that I flirt with Kevin, and I know that Ryan is just looking out for me, but I really don't see what harm it can really do. I'm not interested. He's not interested. What's the big deal? There's never going to be another night like Antigua again, that's for sure.

So just let me be young, okay RV?

xlettersnotsent @ 2007-07-30T22:51:00

2007-07-31T02:55:08Z

FINALLY able to post! Here's what's been going on. I've been keeping track on Microsoft Word day by day. Enjoy.
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I’ve been in New York since the 24th. I planned on doing some updating along the way, but I haven’t really been anywhere where internet access was easy to get to and stuff. So here’s a little recap of what’s happened so far.

Tuesday, July 24 – I left with Ryan and Kevin for OIA at 6 a.m. Our flight left at 8:15 and we got into LaGuardia around 10:20. We checked into our hotel, which was INCREDIBLE. Kevin didn’t see the point in staying at a hotel (a $500 a night hotel, might I add) when there was family and friends to stay with 15 minutes away, but Ryan’s step dad had three night of timeshare that had to be used to by the 31st or they would expire. So we got there around 11:30, went and got lunch, and all three of us passed out from like 12:30 to around 3:15. Then we just hung around the hotel. We watched the Yankee game on TV and I was asleep before 10.

Wednesday, July 25 – We did some shopping and I took some awesome pictures with my new camera. I took the most gorgeous picture of Ryan in Central Park. He’s reading a bulletin board that’s jut covered with colorful posters. He’s got this kind of smirk on his face that shows how amused he is. It’s one of my favorite candid shots I’ve ever taken.

Thursday, July 26 – I don’t remember what I did, and it was yesterday. Kevin and I chilled around the hotel for a long time. Ryan left in the morning to give his presentation at the conference he was going to. Kevin and I didn’t wake up until after 12. He took me to his favorite pizza place and the food was awesome. He ran into some people he knew and we talked to them for a while, but then we went back to the hotel. We hung around the pool until Ryan came back at 5.

Friday, July 27, 2007, aka today – We stayed at the hotel until we had to check out at 1, then went to Kevin’s aunt and uncle’s, who moved into the house that Kevin grew up in, which is where I am now. They boys are staying here for the rest of their trip, and I’ll be here until I leave on Tuesday. Ryan’s passed out on the couch next to me and Kevin is teaching his cousin, Devin, how to play poker. I’m really tired, so I’m going to attempt to sleep.

[[Okay, so I planned on posting this today or last night, but it didn’t work out so I’m just going to add more every day until I can finally post it.]]

Saturday, July 28, 2007 – Around 2:00 this morning I got up and got a drink from the kitchen. When I was walking back I walked past Kevin’s room. His door was open and he was up. He saw me walk by and called me in. We ended up talking until 4 just about stuff. He said it’s so weird to be back in the house that he lived in for the first 16 years of his life, but with the whole place different. We talked about that, about his dad, about leaving for college, and so much more. Kevin might not be the smartest of people, but he’s certainly intelligent. He’s grown up so different from the rest of us and he’s really come a long way. He’s gone from stealing cars and getting involved with the wrong people to really cleaning up his act. Anyway, today we worked on Kevin’s uncle Mike’s hardware store. He’s moving locations and we were at the new one, painting and stuff. Then we went to dinner and saw the Simpsons movie, which sucked. I fell asleep. Now I’m tired and don’t think I’ll be able to fall asleep. Yupppp. Great…

Sunday, July 29, 2007 – Today I slept until 11 and when I got up, Ryan and Kevin were in the kitchen, making pancakes. I walked out there and they’re both flipping away, each claming that they’re the better chef. I just watched them for a few minutes before they even realized I was there. Finally Ryan noticed I was standing in the doorway and said, “Oh hey, good morning. Whose pancake goes higher, me or Kev?” And then they did their stupid pancake flipping contest, which Ryan won, largely due to the fact that Kevin’s ended up smacking the ceiling and falling down with a huge smack on the floor. After breakfast, which was closer to lunch, we took a walk down town and I bought a few things. I went to the zoo in Central Park and took some awesome pictures. My favorite is one of Kevin imitating the penguins. And I like the one of Kevin and Ryan leaning over the fence trying to get the goats to come to them. They’re both so photogenic, especially Kevin. He looks wonderful in every single picture. We didn’t do much for the rest of the day. Just hung around and people watched.

Monday, July 30, 2007 – We worked all fricken day at Uncle Mike’s (even I’m calling him that now…) stores, both the new one and the old one. My task of the day was to paint the trim and the help Ryan lay it down. And I picked out flowers for the front of the store, too, a job that was given to me simply because I’m a girl. Kevin and I got into a paint fight, so the parking lot has splatters all over it. I was totally winning until I got distracted by Uncle Mike yelling something to us from inside and Kevin somehow tackled me to the ground without cracking my head open on the pavement. I gave up because I really had to pee, but not before he made me say that he was the best painter in the world and that I secretly like having him sitting on top of me. He’s such a goon. Now we’re sitting back and Uncle Mike’s house drinking Black Russians, which I’m not too crazy about, Tropical teas, which has way too many kinds of alcohol in it for one drink, and my personal favorite, Parrot Bay coconut rum with pineapple juice. I don’t know what it’s called, but I’m probably going to be feeling it in about a half hour, seeing as how I’ve sucked down at least one of each in not too long of a time period. I’m on vacation so I’m going to get off my ass and go join my friends.

xlettersnotsent @ 2007-07-19T00:28:00

2007-07-19T04:56:34Z

Brandon is going to see his annoying girlfriend tomorrow until Saturday, I guess.
God, I dislike her so much. I'm so glad she's not going to come here again. I don't think I can spend any more time with her without breaking her pretty face.

Speaking of broken faces, Ryan and Kevin are going to get themselves killed, and I'm really fucking scared for them. I'm tired of being Ryan's mother, though.

We had a softball game tonight - I love the co-ed league. The other team tried to say that we were cheating because Brandon hit two home runs. Don't be mad that you suck and we have three ex-varsity baseball players and two ex-varsity softball players on our team.

It's way too late...

four months

2007-07-16T20:45:37Z

Okay, so we're going to do a lot of pretending right now, so get ready, okay?

First, let's pretend that I haven't updated in almost four months. It's not that nothing exciting has happened, it's because I suck. But we all knew that so it's no shock, right?

Second, let's pretend that I didn't fight with Alex before he left for Greece and Italy. Even more importantly than that, we're going to pretend that I didn't get trashed at Antigua the other night and make out with Kevin. Yes, Ryan's cousin Kevin. The only thing good out of the whole situation is that Alex knows. He called and we talked for a while, which must have cost him so much. We were kind of on a "break" before he left, which is the only reason why it was even close to being okay. He's not mad. He's disappointed, which is even worse, but we're going to be fine. It's going to take a lot more than a few rounds of Cuervo and a skinny Irish boy to tear us apart. I can't believe it's been almost three years. THREE years. I don't know how I ended up with that boy...

Next we're going to pretend that I didn't make my brother cry. Yes, I made me brother cry. I've only felt more guilty one other time in my life, which was California, but this was still horrible. I was mad about something stupid and I took it out on my brother. I started off with his stupid, snobby, fake as hell girlfriend who no one likes but him. I told him everything that everyone says about her and how much I hate her, and how she's only dating him because of two things - he's most likely going to play football next year for the greatest team in the nation, and because he lets her walk all over him. But that was just the begining. Then I went on about how he's the reason why my mom never really paid attention to me, which is true, but it's still not his falut. Ever since I remember I've been living in Brandon's shadow. It's always been like I was never good enough because he was always better at everything. In four years of high school she missed a total of two football games and maybe ten baseball games. I don't think she came to any more than ten of my softball games, even when I was a captain. She didn't even come to Senior Night, but she did for football and baseball. Not Brandon's fault, but I made him think it was. I can't even count the amount of times where I was asked, "Why can't you be more like your brother?" It's been like that way for as long as I can remember, and he's always felt bad, but what can he do? One day senior year when my mom was yelling at me for getting a 60 on a physics test (Brandon got a 97), he just barged in the room and started yelling at my mom, saying "So she got a 60, big deal! Can't you ever just shut up and be happy?" He failed his next two tests and hung them up on the fridge when he got home. All the work was right but the answers were wrong. He failed them on purpose. I don't know why I said all of thoses horrible things to him. I was so mad an he was the one I took it out on. The next day I cried more than I have cried in so long. I appologized and cried and appologized and cried some more. He just gave me a hug and said, "The next time you do that I'm going to stop being your twin."

How about we also pretend that I didn't spend the other night bandaging up a whole on Ryan's face and picking wood out of Kevin's head, alright? The dumb shits got into a seriously bad fight with Tommy Goodwin and two other ass holes. Tommy had it coming to him, considering he slashed Ryan's tires once and put im in the hospital another time (Ryan was washing his car and here comes Tommy and the same punks, and the decide to break a few of Ryan's ribs.) Granted Ryan did sleep with Tommy's 17-year-old sister, but that's not a reason to put him in the hospital. Luckily Kevin, who is the Tony Soprano of his day, was there this time. Apparently they whiped the three of them up pretty bad, but not before they got beat on a bit first. Kevin got hit in the back of the head with a baseball bat. Those boys scare me sometimes. I'm so scared that I'm going to wake up and find that y best frind was murdered in the middle of the night. Lord, help them.

Most of all, we're going to pretend that I don't suck so much, because it's way obvious that I do. Just in this entry alone I talked about kinda-sorta cheating on my boyfriend and making my tougher-than-nails brother cry.

Whatever.

Spring Break!

2007-03-23T00:17:31Z

Who knew that you could hide a bad hickey from your mother for almost a week and then, when it's almost gone she notices it and you get in trouble.

"You're not going to walk around looking like a slob in my house. Go put on a turtle neck or something!"

1. It's on my chest. Therefore it's easily covered by a t-shirt. It was only visable in the first place because I was wearing a bathing suit.
2. THIS IS FLORIDA, MOM! And it's March! I haven't owned a turtle neck since third grade!!!
3. If my brother, Mr. Protective himself, didn't care then you shouldn't either!

Spring Break is going well.
Alex was home last week. And Brandon and Braiden.
Brandon has a new girlfriend.
I hate her.
I've never met her.
But I hate her.
Her name is Missy.
Stupid bitch...

Alex and I stayed in the Disney All-Star Movie Resort for a couple of days. According to my parents, or mostly my mother, we probably humped like rabbits the whole time. First off, when you put it like that it's just gross. Second, no, we didn't. It's Disney - it's like church. I don't know why she thinks I'm a nympho, or something. And she still thinks that I had sex with Ben. No, mother. Just one person. My boyfriend. Of almost two and a half years. I'm not like Ryan who is going to need two hands to count next time...

Alex and I had fun at Disney. Brandon hung out with Ryan more than me. I bickered with everyone and then realized I was being a hormonal bitch and cried to Alex for an hour. Yay for periods...

This week is my Spring Break and I have't done much. Ryan, Abby, and I went to Blizard Brach on Monday. Hung around Tuesday and Wednesday. Ryan and I went to the beach today, where there were killer Portugeese Man-of-War washed up on the beach. I was scared to go in the water because they're scary, but RV threw me over his shoulder and carried me in. Then I tackled him in the sand once we got out because I was so mad.

But not really. Because we're best friends.

Job hunting tomorrow. I'm tired of being a poor college kid living off my parents. I'd rather be a poor college kid living off myself.

Oh yeah, Alex's mom and I went grocery shopping one afternoon when Alex and Ben were being boys and playing video games, and she said that she wants Alex and I to get married. Not now, but she does want us to. Because, according to her, in the last two and a half years I've become the daughter she never had.

Yeah, I cried right there in the frozen vegetable isle.

I cry a lot.

Abby and I are going for ice cream.
Goodnight, loves.

xlettersnotsent @ 2007-03-13T22:04:00

2007-03-13T02:05:12Z

Brandon came home last night for Spring Break, so today we did our annual second-of-three bathing suit shopping trip.

And I bought a new beach bag and Brandon got a new hat.

The end.

xlettersnotsent @ 2007-02-25T12:26:00

2007-02-24T17:32:08Z

I haven't been around lately.
I think that everyone here is depressed.
Either depressed or stupid, especially my brother.
Because he still wants to join the Marines.
And I still cry every night because of it.

Braiden and I are keeping each other sane. He's home this weekend for this local idol contest, which I fully believe that he will win. It's an all day thing tomorrow, and at most he'll sing five songs.

I'm keeping his nerves down and he's keeping me cool about the whole Brandon thing.

I don't know what I'm going to do if Brandon enlists...

I hate this...

xlettersnotsent @ 2007-01-29T23:45:00

2007-01-29T04:43:26Z

I've spent half the day crying my fricken eyes out because of my stupid brother.

He wants to join the Marines.

Brandon wants to join the Marines and it honestly scares the crap out of me. Yeah, it's an honorable thing to do and I am so thankful for the men and women we have in the military, and God bless them, but not my brother.

I'm being completly selfish and I don't care. I'm not letting my brother get shipped off to Iraq and him never come home.

No. No no no no no.

I won't let him.

xlettersnotsent @ 2007-01-24T21:27:00

2007-01-24T02:38:05Z

I really, really want to see Alex right now. I always want to see him, but especially now. I miss that beautiful Greek boy...

Ryan's not doing to hot right now, and it's kind of depressing me.

And I miss my brother.

This is gay.

The retarded life of Katie Hartman.

2007-01-22T00:29:26Z

So. First, above anything else, I must say
Let's Go Colts!

Next thing:
It hurts to open my mouth too wide, and my jaw is really sore. And don't make any comments about why that could possibly be like Ben did, you little pererts, because you're WRONG! I got elbowed in the face last night at the Fall Out Boy, New Found Glory, The Early November, and Permanent Me show during NFG's "My Friends Over You." It was worth it, though, because the show was awesome. And I caught one of Andy's drumsticks. Ryan and I went, and we managed to get Kina a ticket a few days ago. It was her first real concert. She had fun, but didn't stay down on the floor the whole time. I'm really starting to like her. She's super nice, but she needs to realize that if she pulls a Rachel on Ryan I will fucking kill her.

Thing numero three:
My boobs are shrinking. I can't really fit into my B bras anymore, and it's quite depressing. I'm not losting weight, my diet hasn't changed, and I haven't been working out. I run with Ryan every once and a while, but that's certainly not enough to make my boobs shrink. My bra line is becoming more and more visible every fricken day because I can't fill my damn bras any more. And Ben believes that it's his duty to point it out to me every time I see him. "Hey Kate, are your boobs shrinking again?" Stfu, jerk.
At least my stupid $70 bathing suit still fits...

Damn Colts are losing. Tom Brady can kiss my ass.

Bathing suits!!!!!

2007-01-15T01:02:19Z

Brandon was home this weekend!!!

It's Martin Luther King weekend, which means that Brandon and I did our first bathing suit shopping of the year! We always go three times a year - MLK weekend, the weekend before spring break starts, and the first week in June. We've done this every single year since we were 15. I make sure he doesn't pick out anything ugly and he makes sure I don't pick out something that will let too much hang out.

Our swimwear purchases were:

And we got sunglasses!!

Whoo hoo shopping trips with my brother are the best!
And we got lunch, too. Man, I miss him so much when he's gone. Twins are incredible.

Beach

2007-01-06T16:55:03Z

What do Ben and I decide to do on a nice January day?
Go to the beach.
Because it's 80-something degrese right now, and it's perfect beach weather.

We went yesterday because everyone was either sick or busy. I was nice to just hang out with just Ben for once. He lives like 20 miutes away, but we still never see him. He works like a dog during the day and takes classes at night. He never has time to enjoy himself. He was off yesterday, so I stole him away before anyone else could.

The beach was fun, too. We mostly just sat there in the sand talking about random shit and taking retarded pictures of the crazy tourists that walked by. They're horrible. I'm sorry if you're not from this state, but seriosly... you suck. Please select another state to flock to.

My brother and Braiden are going back to Gainesville today, like late this afternoon. I might go up there after class on Monday to watch the National Championship game. I know... why drive two hours for a football game you'll watch on TV, but it's my brother, and I miss him. I think that twins have a stronger relationship than normal siblings. We shared the same uterus fluid, duh!!!!

I love him.

I don't know why this looks like baby hands, but it's not.
Ben and I wrote a novel in the sand.
I love him, too.

Alex is home.

2007-01-03T20:45:40Z

Eww. Alex came home from Aspen (ass hole) late last night and he was all scruffy. I don't have a problem with facial hair or anything, but Alex is always just so clean cut. And it was scratchy when he kissed me. He said something about not wanting to get windburn so he didn't shave, but I kind of ignored him.

I'm still mad at him, and I think he finally realizes it. I think he was expecting some huge welcome, or something, but I was annoyed and didn't even go to see him when he got home. You'd be mad too if your boyfriend decided "Hey, let's throw away a couple thousand dollars and go to Aspen for a few days. I'm going to miss you birthday, too, even though we've had plans for a month. See ya Tuesday!"

They left for the airport at like 6 on Friday morning, and Ben came over before that. He climbed into my bed at like 5 and wished me ahappy birthday and gave me a birthday present. He said "I'm sorry we're just bailing on you like this. Unlike Alex, I'm not made of money, so I had to jump on the opprotunity to go out to Colorado. You'll forgive me, right?"

And of course I would. He's my best friend. That one's a given. I wasn't even really mad at Ben. But Lex... that's different. We're fine now, though. I told him how upset I was and everything, and he appologized again. We're going out tonight. I knew there was a reason why I fell in love with that boy. He's not completly hopeless.

And he's so cute...

19.

2006-12-29T21:56:31Z

It's my birthday!
19 is forever old.
gaaaaaaaaaaaay.

Alex is gay.

2006-12-28T17:51:31Z

I am incredibly mad at Alex, and halfway mad a Ben.

A- "Um, Katie, Ben and I are going to do some snowboarding this weekend. I hope you're not mad."
K- "No, I'm not mad. But where are you going to go? There's like no snow anywhere in the country except like Denver."
A- "Well..."
K- "You're not going all the way out to Denver, obviously. So where? Like Banner Elk?"
A- "Well, not exactly Denver. (mumbles something)"
K- "What?"
A- "Aspen..."
K- "Aspen? As in Aspen, COLORADO?"
A- "Um, yeah. But it's only for the weekend. We'll be back by Tuesday the latest."
K- "And you just have money lying around to fly you and Ben out to Aspen for the WEEKEND? Alex, you don't go to Aspen for the weekend. You go for like, weeks at a time.
A- "I had some extra cash-"
K- "EXTRA CASH? Who has an extra three thousand dollars just sitting around, righ boy?"
A- "I know you're mad, and I'm sorry, but Ben and I haven't hung out in so long."
K- "So you have to hang out thousands of miles away in Colorado? Alex, just because you have money doesn't mean you have to spend it like that."
A- "Look, Katie, I'm sorry."
K- "I'm not going to stop you from going. I'm not that big of a bitch. But I'm not happy about it, at all. I know it's selfish, but I want you here with me."
A- "I know. I love you, and I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you, I promise."
K- "When do you leave?"
A- "Friday. And I know-"
K- "You're leaving on my birthday? Are you kidding me?"
A- "I know, I know. I'm sorry, but it was the cheapest flight we cold get. I promise you, no, I swear to you that I'll make it up to you as soon as we get back. I swear."
K- "Fine. But when you come home with a broken back and frostbite, don't you dare come crying to me."

Why can't I have a normal boyfriend who doesn't have enough money to supply the whole state of Florida. Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!

I'm mad. My birthday is tomorrow. This sucks.

Christmas recap.

2006-12-26T19:52:36Z

I don't really have much to say. I'm becoming indredible lazy when it comes to Live Journal, but you should forgive me because I've had a lot of shit going on.

Christmas was great, like usual.
I was the only one that was called the right name on the first try, considering I'm the only one whose name doesn't start with Br. Brandon, Braiden, Bright, Brad, Brynn, Brianna, Brett, Bridget, etc. weren't so lucky.
I have too many relatives, but it's okay because I like about half of them.

Ryan got me a signed Peyton Manning jersey, so I am forever in his debt or something. He's the perfect best friend who always, always, always knows the best gifts to get me. But when you've had the same best friend for twelve and a half years, it's a little easy.

I spent Christmas Eve mostly with Alex and his family, which was incredibly fun. In October, when we all went up to Athens and to Jacksonville for the World's Largest Outdoor Cocktail Party, Alex and I were lying in his bed and we were talking about the perfect house that we would like to have one day if we were in a position to buy one in the future. I described my idea of the perfect house to him, and we both just kind of fell asleep. Well on Christmas Eve (after he gave me this amazing necklace) he gave me this tube that I thought had a poster in it. I opened it and it was his final project for the semester - a set of blueprints that he had been working on that he had gotten a 97% on. As soon as I saw the wooden swing that was on the front pourch, I realized that it was the exact house that I had described to him in October. Everything was perfect from the willow tree in the front yard to the colums on the house. It was exactly like I told him, and not a single detail was missing. I don't know how I managed to get a boy as amazing as Alex.

Brandon and I got each other the same thing, which was incredibly entertaining when we were opening up gifts. We kind of gave each other this weird look and then started cracking up. It's a twin thing, I guess. Now we are both equiped with Gator Crocs. We got each other some other cool things, because that's what siblings do, and all that fun stuff.

The boys are about to go and play some football, and someone needs to go out there to make sure they don't kill each other.

My birthday is in three days.

Happy Holidays.

xlettersnotsent @ 2006-12-15T18:42:00

2006-12-14T23:42:47Z

Alex comes home Monday!!!!!!!

xlettersnotsent @ 2006-12-07T22:06:00

2006-12-07T03:06:54Z

Um, guess who I hung out with the other night?
And guess whose soccer game I went to tonight?
And guess whose barbecue I'm going to this weekend?

Yes, Cameron.
But everything is completly different this time. None of that stupid crap we did before. Noooo no no no no. I'm incredibly happy with Alex and he's incredibly happy with his new girlfriend, Kelly.

I saw him at the mall this weekend with one of his soccer buddies (why can't I remember his naaaame?), so we started talking. We hung out Monday night, but not before I called Alex. I made sure he was okay with it. Not that I need Alex's permission to hang out with someone, but it's a little different with Cam, only because of what happened last year. Alex said he didn't mind, because I was a trustworthy person, and he knew I was completly over that whole thing.

I'm incredibly tired, so I'm done.