Not yours.

Sat, 17 Sep 2005 17:50:41 GMT

oK...

So Heather and I made our first attempt to create an online quiz. We plan on going back to add some more questions, but this is what we've created so far! (And this is what I got after putting in random answers!)

The Crazy One
You scored 64 ready for a reality show!

We're counting on your crazy stunts to get us to the top. Who cares if you break an arm or get arrested on the way, You're Awesome!!!

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:

You scored higher than 99% on Drunkness

You scored higher than 99% on Sexiness

You scored higher than 99% on Personality

You scored higher than 99% on Logical

Link: The Do You Remember That Time... Test written by CreativScreName on Ok Cupid

Wed, 07 Sep 2005 05:30:38 GMT

Sooooo....

You're going to tell me that you were doing something behind my back...

Then you were arrested for it...

Then you tell me that your girlfriend never did it...

Bullshit.

Now the only time I see you, it's her her...

AND YOU'RE BOTH TWACKED.

You're not going to the college you were accepted to...

You're not passing your drug tests...

And you think that I don't know?

FUCK YOU.

Today was a day of disappointments. Today was boring. Today was a waste. But there's tomorrow. I don't that it could be any more exciting than today, but at least it's there. There's still potential for good news. And there's potential that I'll make a few bucks. Maybe it will be sunny with a cool breeze. Maybe people will stop coming into our room. STOP IT.

Today was my own personal "FUCK IT-Day"!! Horaaaaaay!

I love Sage.

-CaTT-

Hurricane Victims In Need

Sun, 04 Sep 2005 19:28:27 GMT

Just last night I had a customer, a very interesting woman and her friend, and as conversation went along I found out they the women found some housing for some victims from hurricane Katrina. They're housing a family of 7, and a family of 9. But they need a little help with clothing and furniture (mostly beds). If anyone would like to help in ANY WAY POSSIBLE, please email me at CattYasson@yahoo.com. You could also leave a post of somesort on this page, but it's more likely for me to get the email before anything else.

Fri, 02 Sep 2005 05:51:47 GMT

Your Superhero Persona by couplandesque
Your Name
Superhero Name	The Bankruptcy Lawyer
Super Power	Incredible Stamina
Enemy	Clear Channel
Mode Of Transportation	Unicycle
Weapon	Attack Gerbils

Quiz created with MemeGen!

Sun, 28 Aug 2005 18:32:13 GMT

So I think that Heathers birthday was fun. We cruised...listened to some good music...ate some good Italian food...remembered the good old days (the 20's was a blast).

Now to study for real estate. Then back to RL. recooperation

-Catt-

This is for the RL

Sat, 27 Aug 2005 04:45:18 GMT

Fri, 26 Aug 2005 06:53:29 GMT

I gots a new laptop. Wireless net work. Nice. Now I can look up porn whenever I want!

Mon, 15 Aug 2005 21:01:03 GMT

There's a skeeter on my peter.

Wack it off!

YAHOOOOO!

Sat, 05 Mar 2005 20:48:16 GMT

This has to be one of the dumbest little picture quizzes that I have ever done. But whenever I need to laugh out loud I can look at this very odd looking dildo and say YAHOOOOO!

What Does your Personal Dildo look like by Angel_deKay
Your Name
Your Age
Fav Color
Soft or Hard?
BRa size
Shoe size
You use it and say	YAHOOOOO
What it looks like

Quiz created with MemeGen!

Home again, home again.

Thu, 03 Mar 2005 01:39:28 GMT

I had a good time in Panama with my mom and Heather. We spent much of the time drinking champagne, wine, and vodka. It was too cold to actually get into a bathing suit and go out on the beach, but there was a heated outside pool, a really nasty hot tub, in the room there was a big jacuzzie tub, and Club LaVela. The first night we were at the club it was packed. I danced with a guy to whom I referred to as Gilligan. I thought that it would be funny. I even saw him at Walmart the next day. And the second night that we went, Heather and I spent pretty much all of our time listening to a really good cover band. I met them, and they ended up dedicating a song to me, and drug me up on stage. I didn't really do anything by stand with my hands in my pockets at first, then the guitarist handed me his guitar and I held it while he did his little solo. Much fun. One of the last days we were there I went to the tatoo parlor that I went to last year and they touched up my tatoo for free. And the owner sold me a belly ring with a kickass lil' kitten on it for $10 and a card with his name on it, on which he wrote "50% off next piercing". So I totatlly need to go back there one day and get something pierced.

Got some good news today. My friend Joe is going to go on tour with The Nile this year. They're going to tour the US and Europe. *jumps in excitement for Joe*

"I'm hungry, let's get a taco." - Mr. White

Don't cry over spilt wine.

Sun, 20 Feb 2005 23:59:07 GMT

This weekend a very special friendship was restored for and "old tripod".

We laughed.

We told stories.

We Got Drunk.

And I peed myself.

Actually I just spilt wine all over.

But anyway...it was awesome.

Catt.

Sat, 12 Feb 2005 20:09:48 GMT

I'm not good at making toast. No, not at all. Or pouring milk...carrying milk...or drinking milk. Infact, I suck at this human stuff. I must find a way to return to my true feline bodess. It's hard to keep from licking my crotch in public. "My mind is sharp and strong."

Catt.

Mon, 07 Feb 2005 06:08:46 GMT

I was on the verge of a nice, long entry. My concentration is now broken. There's a big ass water beetle walkin' around just a few feet away from me, my brother is freaking out because he's depressed and he can't sleep or something, I don't know. I heard loud banging noises and him screaming about this and that. I hate it when people IM me, and have no intent of having a real conversation.

For example: Someone from high school randomly messages me. I was interested in seeing how she was doing, what she was doing, school, work, etc etc...so I ask "CattYasson: What are you doing now'a days?" They replied with "UserName: just school and hanging out". That's something you reply with when you haven't talked in a few days, maybe a couple of weeks. Sorry, I'll get over it.

Why does he get to break stuff? Why does he cry? Why does he get to throw fits at nearly one in the morning and keep every one else awake? Why is he on anti-depressants? Why does mom still cook everything for him, and wait on him hand and foot? Why doesn't he have a job? Why can't I be his friend? Why can't he be my friend? Why does he make me cry?

And I feel really bad right now, because I'm talking to someone that I'm friends with, not great friends with, but still friends with, and has had a rough couple of years. And he's actually trying to give me that IM conversation. I know he looks up to me for advise and input. I just don't feel like giving it. I'm questioning everything. I feel like a bitch. I should stop talking to him, but I'm kind of enjoying just asking him questions. I guess it's the fact that he's only 17 years old. And it just sounds like he's upset about things that he shouldn't be upset about. One thing that ALWAYS bugs the shit outta me is when people his age are afraid that they're going to be alone forever...as in not find that "special someone". There's more, but I'm done venting about that.

Great. I have work at 11 and now I'm basically on "watch duty" to makes sure that he doesn't try to run out of the house past curfew again. Down in the ice fucking cold basement. At lease I'll be "cooled off" by the morning...hahahaha.

oK, not funny.

Catt.

Sat, 05 Feb 2005 16:22:47 GMT

"Janie! Sit still!"

Today I will hang out with three friends. One was my old best friend from preK and kindergarten. Another, one whom I have yet to develop a sincere "connection" [in which I hope one day will happen], but we've been able to keep in touch since high school, even after many changes. The third, one of my bestest friends~~~>>

4 people + Starbucks = Good Conversation.

At least that's the equation that I'm expecting/hoping to happen.

Now my lap is cold. "Janie, where did you go?"

She has returned! And stinks.

Tonight I have work. Jackson and I are suppose to be the only two SA's. But I'm expecting that George is going to sabotage our plans [to make $1,000,000].

I've never been too interested in writing stories. But I have one in mind. About a little elf...perhaps a nome named Lil' Jack that inhabits the magical kingdom of Winchester Forest. But no time for that today.

Catt.

Wed, 02 Feb 2005 22:24:05 GMT

I'm having one of those days. I haven't done this in a while...but the dumbest thing just completely changed my mood. I was fine. Today was a nice relaxing day, spent a lot of time on the computer, watched some TV, then all of a sudden I have one conversation and I can't stop crying. I don't think that I have mood swings very often. Not since high school anyway. But I considered those mood swings normal. What's different about today that would make me more vulnerable to start crying? I wish it wasn't so cold outside. Whenever my mood drops dramatically from happiness to depressed, angry, etc. I like to run. Can't last as long as I used to. Perhaps I will change that.

Last night was good. The show was awesome. I thought that I was going to dislike the first band. Matching red shirt with ties and tight jeans or dickies on. Not to mention the singer was 14 and did deep growls. But I actually liked them. The second band seemed so out of place. They were what I consider a good "Swayze's" band, but I don't see them going too far with that band. And of course Far From Reach made me proud.

Now I am indulging in some lovely stale cool ranch doritos, washing it down with some cool diet coke. MMmmm.*sarcasim*

I need a beer. And a cigarette. And someone to talk to.

Catt.

Sat, 29 Jan 2005 01:14:20 GMT

Welcome Ice Storm of 2005 ! Actually, fuck you! I made $15 at work tonight, then was cut only two hours of being on the clock. I'm suppose to make money on Friday nights. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.

Tonight is the night I actually feel like going out and doing something. I've been cooped up in my room for the past few night. Haven't had the energy or money to do anything. But my horrid cough is finally starting to cease. I had a couple bad outbursts today, but they're not as frequent like the past few days.

"-We’re happy it’s a fact
-Can’t nothing hold us back
-We got this in the wrap
-There ain’t no maybes
-No questions
-Love you daily now
-Look at us lately
-And tell ‘em who’s your lady
Hook
-I never thought you’d be the one
-Make me shine brighter than the sun
-There ain’t no ups & downs
-No in & outs
-You’re here right now "

This is very important.

Catt.

Mon, 24 Jan 2005 16:45:45 GMT

Pedro Sanchez
(Please rate my quiz)

Which Napoleon Dynamite character are you?
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oK, I wasn't expecting this.

Mon, 24 Jan 2005 16:39:31 GMT

Gots my new glasses today. Finally. Now I can see when I'm driving. Always a plus. Apparently both eyes have a stigmitism.

Worked all weekend. Had to make up for the money I spent to get my car fixed. Now all I need to do is get it painted. Scott did an estimate on how much it would be to get it painted, and finished, and get the dings out of it. But I don't really want to spend like, $600 on it. I'll call Maaco.

Got Vertical.

Cat.

Fri, 21 Jan 2005 00:36:25 GMT

I feel like I haven't slept in days. All that cleaning, running around, hanging out, and getting up at 9 a.m. for work has tired me out. Not to mention I'm not feeling so hot. I think all of the dust and crap in my room has gotten to my sinuses. So I've been taking stuff for that. I slept for about an hour this afternoon. I wanted to longer.

Last night Jackson came and hung out with Heather, me, and Eric. He's really good company. I feel comfortable around him. He's one of few people from Red Lobster I feel like I'm hanging out with him because he's a friend, not just because we have work in common, and we didn't have anything to do.

Just is coming over to watch movies with me and Heather. We have that movie with that Will Ferrel guy The Anchorman or something like that, and Unfaithful. I don't know if Justin is going to bring any movies over.

Get vertical.

Catt.

Wed, 19 Jan 2005 17:23:53 GMT

Monday I cleaned. Yesterday I cleaned. Today I will clean. And it will be good. Rewarding. After I clean, I shall play music. I miss Lucy. The fingers on my left hand will be pissed.

I think that there's a mouse living in my room. No, not in my room. In the walls of my room. But I'm not certain. I heard it this morning. And I don't really know what a mouse sounds like. But it's kind of like when you're a young child, barely know what sex is, and you find a condom. You've never heard of one, or seen one, but you know what it is. There's a damn mouse living in the walls of my room. The womanly side of me makes me want to scream, and get a man to take care of the problem. But the animal lover in me wants to name him Lysander, and let him live.

Pictures Pictures Pictures. I need to capture everything. My uncle does that. Always has a camera. He gave me my camera. I should use it EVERYDAY! So my friends, be prepared for your close-up!

Cleaning.
Music.
Pictures.
Work.

Hooray for a schedule!

Cat.

Tue, 18 Jan 2005 21:41:27 GMT

So, yes. My father and I had an interesting conversation last night. Apparently, he's been making plans to make our house look good, then get it refinanced, and move to a little ranch-house by Allatoona lake. He also made plans for when he bought the house. He wanted to turn the "apartment sized" basement into a place for me. I didn't especially liked the fact that he was planning out where I was going to live. I figure that I'm 20 now, and I can decide something like that for myself. Well, that was just one thought out of a thousand that was running through my mind at that moment. I was dreading what I was about to tell him. I told him how I was already making plans to move out myself. I didn't want to live in the same house as my parents. To my surprise, he just grinned. But it wasn't just any grin...it was the good grin. The one that he gets. Kind of like the one that he gets when he's proud of me. That kind of a grin. When he did that I knew that it was oK. He still gave me the speech about how it's going to be hard, and expensive...and blah blah blah. But I suppose he's obligated to give me that speech. As frustrating as those parental speeches may be, I felt relieved. Unfortunately, I didn't have much time to tell him who I was going to move in with. A guy. That's a whole other fatherly speech I didn't have time for (I would'a been late for Becki's b-day dinner...HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEC-A-ROONIE!). He asked me if I was going to move in with Heather. I said no, and turned the subject. Out of my small group of people who are close to me, he has to have some sort of an idea who it is. He only asked me to wait 2-3 months before I move out. I think so I can help him around the house. But that's fine...that was about the plan anyway.

Sometimes I wonder what my friends think/feel about me moving in with a guy. I guess it doesn't matter too much, because I've made my decision. But people still talk, and I get curious from time to time. Andi is afraid that she's never going to see me again. Becki said that I have all of her support. And I really haven't had much feed back from anyone else. And my mother was just wondering if I had any marriage plans. And now if anyone else is wondering, the answer is no.

Heather is back in Georgia. Yay! I think that we're going to drive back up to Reinhardt tonight, and do something for Bec's b-day. I spent the night there last night, and it was pretty cool. Had dinner w/her and her family, went to Memaw's house to eat cake, then we went back to her apartment and I watching KIDS while Becki did homework. Doesn't sound all of that exciting, but it was nice spending time with my Ceb.

Well, back to more cleaning.

Catt.

Fri, 14 Jan 2005 20:42:34 GMT

"Thin rubber gloves
She laughs when she's crying
She cries when she's laughing

Fat bloody fingers are sucking your soul away...
(Away....away....away....)

I'm a rabbit in your headlights"

I went in at noon. Out by 2:30. With 15 bucks in my pocket now, I feel like I have accomplished absolutely NOTHING!

But I did see Harrison today. Yay! Out from the slamma! Met his friend Erica that I've heard about on several occasions. Dated Ian. Idiot.

Today I shall go to the bank. Clean my room. Play my guitar. Hmmm...any other ideas? It's Friday night, and I'm not working. I feel like I'm obligated to make plans. But I think I nice relaxing evening at home sounds better.

I'm hungry.

Catt.

Thu, 13 Jan 2005 02:01:59 GMT

Right now I'm listening to Eric play music with I suppose his new band. I have to say that I like it alot. Well, considering what I have to compare it to with his past bands...No Honor, From Scratch, and even 10 Star is becoming to fade out of the picture. Punk. I'm not a big fan of punk. *cough*. Of course, there are still the few songs that Sage and I call "guilty pleasure". But this band is standable. I suppose if I had to describe it, I'd say that it was the Stones gone "main-stream". *shrugs*. Does that makes sense? Shut up!

Well, I got some cool news today. I'm on academic probation from the hooch. Yeah, I feel like a real loser. Apparently my GPA wansn't good enough, so I have to take a quarter off. I wish that they told me this before I paid for them, and wasted rougly 12 hours of my life. I want to see Carl.

The boys are done playing. Time to see Carl.

Kitty

Thu, 13 Jan 2005 01:32:19 GMT

"I come across louder than a bull horn, a full-born
Human ghetto blaster that has to move on
The voice of choice to pound the sound that Mark made
If you sleep, huh, you catch a heartache
Toot and scream, woofers blow when I flow
Biters bite actin like they didn't know
Rhymes I make take the cake, they have to be
Sweet like sugar, Strawberry D'Acquery
I'll dilute your brain like [Name]
Brandy I'm dandy if you can't flow, walk
Off the set, go and get
Reinforcements or new concepts
See if you can match the man that has to stand
Militant and armed, ready to cold bomb
Get in your stance, here's your chance"

Welcome friends to my new journal. I decided that I'd like to do this live journal thing again. But I couldn't stand knowing that I had two year old journals in my other account, so I decided to trash that one and start all over. The only thing not changing are the fingers typing, and the horrid grammar.

Enjoy.