confab_nation is my journal in use now. please be-friend or stalk accordingly.

just a reminder: confab_nation is now my LJ. this one shall no longer be updated or checked. if you would like to be my friend over at confab_nation then leave a comment at that journal. gracias.

after struggling for a bit with blogspot.com, i have realized that livejournal is where my allegiance lies -- more accurately, it is easier to manipulate the layout on LJ (without a paid account, i may add) than trying to figure out how to do it with a new site. yes, laziness makes my heart grow fonder.)

however, upon realizing that i don't want prospective clients or employers to have the ability to read about my tribulations in love at the age of nineteen, i realized it was best if i made a new account.

at this moment in time, i haven't updated new content, but it does have some recent stuff up there. but, like a child with a new (yet, wholly familiar) toy, i will most likely play with it tonight by expounding on some puddles of conversation that have been pooling in my head.

without further ado: CONFABULATION NATION!



*update pertinent friends' lists and bookmarks.

i was hesitant at first, looking at all of that work before me. it was handed off without any regard to my personal schedule, preferences, time, or taste. but i knew it was a test, i knew they would be watching, waiting, eager to see what i could do. so i gave it my best shot. i was up to the task and more than ready to tackle it with gusto. i was one-third of the way through and thought to myself 'look at you go! you're a god damn renegade! a fucking champion!'. then i hit the the two-thirds-mark and it all started going downhill. but i kept perservering; i didn't want it to get the best of me. if i could only just get through this i would come out on the other side with a whole new perspective, or at least a new appreciation. i sped along, but i felt as though i was moving at a snail's pace. 'don't do this too yourself, katrin,' i thought, 'don't let yourself psyche yourself out.' but i already knew it was too late. i adjusted environments and my state of mind, but it did nothing to affect the outcome. as i looked up from my task, when all was said and done, i felt nothing, which may be the saddest outcome of all. i wasn't even moved to hatred or extreme annoyance so grating on my cerebrum, like nails on a chalk board, that i threw the task, literally, across the room. i just looked up and sighed: you failed to resonate within me, to make me think, to connect with me on any sort of personal or cerebral level, to take me out of my environment of the suburban hell of living at your parents' home and never leaving the living room. hell, you could barely keep my interest, and you obviously didn't take my note about how unconditional character-self love is not redeeming. again, contemporary literature. you failed again. and i was really pulling for you this time.

contemporary literature: 0
katrin: 4

i am one-hundred percent, completely bored with life. and it is one-hundred percent completely my fault. i find no reason to leave the house, let alone change out of my bubblegum pink thermal long-johns. since i am completely unemployed, this should be my time to be one-hundred percent completely creative, or at least slightly cerebral, but i am not following through. i project some sort of negative connotation on to everything, thus making everything seem like a chore. which of course is making any creative outlet seem like the scariest, most laborious endeavor one could encounter, and if there was a stronger degree than "abstaining" then that would precisely describe what i am doing. maybe, metaphorically, "running in complete and udder terror in the opposite direction" is apropos? well, whatever fits, i don't like it. i'm even questioning career paths -- paths i do not even have yet. woah, is me.

every one just sleeps and the cheese gets too soft to break. on a side note, i wonder what that conversation was trying to prove. i find myself on the verge of pleasure in knowing i will stop wondering in five to ten minutes time. however, the image of sticking my tongue out and shaking my lower half in a sing-and-dance, "nyah-nyah" is pervasive. but the five minutes are almost up.

i've graduated college. so... that's life-altering.


i plan on heavily utilizing livejournal or blogspot or some such self-promotion in the guise of self-flaggelation (well, in my case) site in the coming weeks. i am anticipating gasps directed towards me when strangers find out i am a writer without a blog, so i'm trying to nip that in its.. somewhere. (do gasps come from buds? what's a 'bud'?)



oh.

ps: what's your favorite site to host pictures? i've lost my old webspace and now need to employ the use of imageshack or tinypic, but am looking for suggestions.

life. life. life. life. life. life. life. life. life. life. life. life. life.
stress. stress. stress. stress. stress. stress. stress. stress. stress. stress.
love. love. love. love. love. love. love. love. love. love. love. love. love.
write. write. write. write. write. write. write. write. write. write. write.

oy.

its either my moldy clothes still sitting in my suitcase or the cat poop still sitting in the litter dome that my room mate has yet to clean up -- but something is stinking up my apartment.

adam will be here by 7PM, tonight.

i still have the dirt under my fingernails and i feel a little lonely in a room alone, but i put new pajamas on and i'm anxious to test out what sleeping on a matress feels like. after a week of living at a commune in new orleans, it is strange to be back in brooklyn -- dealing with electric bills, answering e-mails, worrying about finances. but i couldn't live amongst the mold and decay forever, and its nice to be back (to some degree). i just hope my tan doesn't fade too quickly.

a full update of my week will be posted once i organize my journal and my thoughts.

i leave for new orleans in two days and i am rather excited, but anxious. there is a large possibility that this whole trip is going to just be one long stretch of miserable drudgery. it also could, however, be something slightly life changing. ultimately, i'd like to be able to write a marketable piece on it so i can get published and paid. anything to further my career, eh?

sleeping has begun to bore me, but i am also not the type to pull these 'all-nighters'. working past ten o'clock just doesn't factor into my being, so my only alternative is to watch tv (oprah after hours as we speak!). this, however, just depresses me. i need something else to do, a good book suggestion from a friend, or illicit drugs that keep my interest all on their own (by either making banal things interesting or creating a reeling consciousness so a focus isn't important). however, neither are available at this moment so i guess i will turn off oprah and daydream myself into a good night's sleep.

ps: where do/can i pick up new york state tax forms?
pps: this year will be the first year (of many more to come) that i do not have to file new jersey taxes. this makes me very proud, for some reason (says the girl who just got a new new jersey license).

i just skimmed the entries from the last two months and i am so ashamed of my quality of writing. i am limiting myself from any further updates until i am able to make a cohesive statement on my quality of life without using slang or falling into a digression on the comforting attributes of my boyfriend's body. not only have i let myself down, but i've let you down; and it is for that that i am eternally sorry. please forgive me, dear reader, and i assure you that your generous allowances shan't be in vain.

*edited for continuity.


hannan comma a: hi this is ashley, i'm katrin's personal assistant, i'm just figuring out her schedule for the next few days, and i noticed we never got a confirmation for you to to meet tonite

xsurfbetty7x: itd be cheaper to just impersonate a personal assistant

xsurfbetty7x: plus itd give my life that sense of adveture its been missing

hannan comma a: you should, and be like, if you need to reach me, just call me back at katrin's number, it will be automatically redirected to my pager, fax machine, e-mail, blackberry, cell phone AND home voicemail boxes

xsurfbetty7x: i should just turn my real identity into a completely reclusive figure and show up everywhere as my personal assistant representing me

xsurfbetty7x: ill get invited to cool parties and people will make creepy fan web-pages about me

hannan comma a: "i think i saw katrin on bedford today, but i'm not really sure... no one's quite sure what she looks like!"

xsurfbetty7x: "i heard shes 5'10" with blond hair and a new modelling contract with IMG!"

xsurfbetty7x: "yeah, well my friend was eating at bliss the other day when she came in to order a chocolate chip raspberry muffin to go and she had huge sunglasses on and a GREAT looking ass!"

hannan comma a: "no way guys that's not possible, i read in people that she's hanging out with the coppolas in cannes!"

xsurfbetty7x: "i heard shes marrying jason schwartzmann

xsurfbetty7x: "I heard they were married and she already broke it off because he wasn't indie enough!"

xsurfbetty7x: sigh. "i wish i was cool as her... but i bet shes a bitch."

xsurfbetty7x: "yeah. shes a total bitch."

xsurfbetty7x: "oh totally."

hannan comma a: hahahahaha

xsurfbetty7x: ive just reached my life goals in a 60 second AIM conversation

http://kevan.org/johari?name=katrinfrick

gotta do it. need to know.

i am very happy and great and slightly productive and very positive and not worrisome and very much in love and looking forward anxiously to the future and missing my parents and missing my boyfriend and admiring the ring on my left hand and wearing my hair curly and having cold toes and conserving energy and not worrying about moving out of my apartment and being a bit annoyed at netflix because they continually fuck me over by sending cracked or unplayable DVDs, but moreover, i am being content with a life that is treating me well.

ps: it all started out innocently enough with me describing a fellow screenwriting major, but it evolved into more. much, much more. and it just needed to be remembered and cherished forever by me. so here it is, and here it shall remain for all eternity.

theholbrooklyn: star trek monty python geek?
xsurfbetty7x: a bit.
xsurfbetty7x: huge film geek
xsurfbetty7x: but not in the going to gain 80lbs and always live at his parents house loser-geek
xsurfbetty7x: maybe the did stage crew on HS drama shows but has a good sense of humor geek.
theholbrooklyn: Hhaha stage crew!
xsurfbetty7x: hahahhaa
xsurfbetty7x: those kids were SO weird
theholbrooklyn: why IS that?
theholbrooklyn: why were they so attracted to stage crew?
xsurfbetty7x: there was always one that you could talk to. but JUST ONE. the rest... FUCKING SPACE CADETS
xsurfbetty7x: something about the dark and wearing black and being into psychodelic rock.. i have no idea
theholbrooklyn: i always thought it was that they really really wanted to be ON stage
theholbrooklyn: but were way too scared
theholbrooklyn: or weird
xsurfbetty7x: it may have been part of it, but my stage crew kids werent like that. like they LOVED stage crew. and they could sing and act to some degree. and did talent shows. but they were WAY into monty python and the beatles. ALWAYS.
xsurfbetty7x: ugh. weird ass kids.
theholbrooklyn: YEA THE BEATLES
theholbrooklyn: and they wore their parents grateful dead shirts
xsurfbetty7x: i mean i loved the beatles, i still do. but i just didnt wear size XXL abbey road shirts and black jncos
xsurfbetty7x: hahahaha yes
theholbrooklyn: and like careptner jeans
theholbrooklyn: with a dirty pair of new balance
xsurfbetty7x: and airwalks!!!!
xsurfbetty7x: always airwalks!!!!
theholbrooklyn: AIRWALKS YES
theholbrooklyn: oh my GOD
theholbrooklyn: WHY!?
theholbrooklyn: why did these people exist?!
theholbrooklyn: like WHY in stage crew?!
xsurfbetty7x: i dont know! i had airwalks... in 7th grade. five years later, stage crew kids STILL wearing them.
xsurfbetty7x: they needed something to do when band season was over.
xsurfbetty7x: because you know they played the piccolo and the french horn in the marching band
theholbrooklyn: they DID
xsurfbetty7x: its a strange breed
theholbrooklyn: and one of them had a loooooong leather trench coat
xsurfbetty7x: AAAAAAAAAAH! ROB! HE DID! he did!
theholbrooklyn: possibly with a pair of fingerless leeather gloves
theholbrooklyn: and a beanie with a flame decal
xsurfbetty7x: one was always tall and gangly, one girl was always short with the hair that was NEVER cut. you needed one minority, and not a black kid, but like a mexican or asian kid...
xsurfbetty7x: and then one that was sort of cool and could almost be good looking, but he did too many impressions of eric idol or john gleese to ever be seriously considered
xsurfbetty7x: the flame decals! they LOVED those!
theholbrooklyn: YES and he always dated the ugly girl who for some reaosn was REALLY open with her sexuality
theholbrooklyn: like not in a bi way
xsurfbetty7x: YESSSS! and she was most likely overweight
theholbrooklyn: but in a loved talking about sex, and made sure you knew she and her weird boyfriend did it a lot
xsurfbetty7x: EXACTLY!
xsurfbetty7x: and they shared a special bond with the stage crew manager and the set builder guy... a weird inside joke, they drove his car and they all got subs together sort of thing
theholbrooklyn: HAHAHAHH

i just returned home to my frigid apartment after spending almost five days with my boyfriend. i didn't realize how much i had missed him until he rushed past the security line at dayton int'l to envelop me in a hug. cincinnati (sp?) is a horrible, wretched, dirty, boring place, but adam made it (more than) bearable. now i sit in my lonely bed with droopy eyelids wishing he was here so i could nuzzle my cold nose into his soft, warm neck. mmm. i love loving him.


on a hilarious note, an ex text messaged me at 6:30 in the morning to tell me how disgusting he thought i was and how he never wanted to see me again. out of nowhere at 6:30 AM. how ...sad.

all my men are crying. its a lot to deal with, but i love them, so i will.

today is me and adam's ten-month anniversary. and even though i literally ran into (well, more accurately, sauntered into) the strokes outside SNL today (and they all looked deliciously cute), i still would rather kiss my boyfriend, because he is the most wonderful man on earth. (even if he isn't making a million dollars in a hip rock band.)

OMG I LOVE MY BOYFRIEND SO MUCH!

who shuts down clubs in the middle of a great song? we do.





oh. and check out the next people magazine. apparently i'm in it.

can a DVD drive completely malfunction in a two year-old computer? because, mine definitely seems to have. is there a way of fixing this? my warranty is up, by the way.

also, conan likes to be badass and wear a leather jacket and jam out hard on his guitar.