er.. yeah. enjoy. 1. who are you? I am Catherine C. My sister says the alliteration is catchy, i say its obnoxious. That sort of name belongs to a blubbering news anchor. I hate it. It's impossible to say too. First of all, no teacher so far has managed to pronounce my last name right, or without a question mark at the end ("C**?"). It's a three letter name! My first name sucks too. For example, when people ask my name, it always takes me 2 tries before they finally catch it ("What, Caitlin? Ohhh, Catherine, sorry"), and then after that, they're not sure how to say it- 2 syllables or 3? Cathe-rine or Cath-e-rine? To tell you the truth, I'm not sure either. And to be unsure of your name, well, you may as well be unsure of yourself. 2. what do you look like? I guess the best way to describe it would be psychotic neurotic and exotic. Yeah, that pretty much pinpoints it. On a couple occasions, people have asked me if "I'm okay", so i guess I sometimes look like I'm about to fall over and die. Right now, I look sick because I developed insomnia over the summer and only have 2 meals a day. I am also sort of short and have a lot of hair, and I'm pretty dark skinned. 3. What is your family like? My sisters away at college, so it leaves me like an only child. My parents don't bother me much, which is just a nicer way of saying that we don't talk. It's better that way though. My mom is really hardworking and kind of irritable, and my dad is the most blatantly unemotional person i have ever met. It's like he's constantly sedated, but without the aid of drugs. 4. Where do you live? I recently moved from a modest little house in the suberbs to a huge-ass show-off house in the city. The results? I still haven't figured out how to work the sprinkler system. It's quite pathetic, actually, because once i got locked out in the backyard and couldn't figure out how to work the gate, so i had to climb over the 6 foot wood fence and re-enter through the front. Also, my mom won't let me wear jeans on the new couches she got because she's terrified I'll rip them up. 5.Do you have any pets? Yes. I have a 10 year old cat that goes by every pukishly cute nickname you can come up with. My mom calls her Dooby, which is horribly twisted. She's kind of cranky and territorial, and only lets you hold her when she's scared. Also, she regularly comes into my room around 3 in the morning to sharpen her claws on one of the cardboard boxes in my room. This has lead me to think that I may be Emory Hospitals youngest cardiovascular health patient in the next few days. I also have a dog named Stacy. She's a mix, lab and pitbull. She is very friendly and enthusiastic, but she's 60 pounds and really strong so the friendly enthusiasm part can become tricky. She's trained, but she only acts like it when you have human food on hand. Then my mom has all these horrible fish, that always look like they're about to die, floating around the surface and then miraculously pull back to life. 6. Do you like school? Hardly. In fact, I hate it. I hate the classes, I hate the administration. And now that i'm going to a private school, i will probably begin to hate it exponentially with each day. I hate the fact that I am always grouped with the ditziest people that are so fucking retarded they make me think my brain is bleeding in painfully boring agony. I hate the fact that I never study the right things, and I hate the fact that the biggest fuck-ups get away with things you don't. I also hate the fact that I have to do well in it, because it's my only way out of Georgia. 7. Who are your friends? Over the past years when I was socially acceptable and not such a debt to civilization, I managed to cultivate a couple friends, namely, Anna, Allie, Rebecca in 5th-7th grade. Eventually, we grew to a small, tightly knit circle of 7. Because I'm a anxious nutcase when it comes to making new friends, I haven't made any since, and I pretty much stick to those same people. However, I've been transplanted smack in a new city to go to school at some Priss Academy, and I'm sure I dont have enough enthusiasm to go scouting for new people to hang out with. Thus, I will be reduced to a socially awkward nothing, and fulfil my life destiny of being a pathetic loner. 8. Who is your favorite teacher? I don't have one. But, if i were forced to pick in a life and death situation, i would have to say Mme. Caldwell my 7th grade french teacher. This was because she was too trusting for her own good, and I could turn around and fill out questions on the test exam answer sheet of my frenchie reject friends sitting behind me, and she would never look up. She never happened to notice that eveyr sponge I turned in the entire year was in Anna's handwritting. I also especially love her because she didn't quite seem to care or notice that I skipped approximately a month's worth of class. 9. What bothers you? I am a psychotic freak. Everything bothers me, right down to warm milk and people who wear shorty pants. But i guess the thing that bothers me most is that I'm alone and It's summer. I am bored out of my skull. Another thing that bothers me is that I developed a nasty case of insomnia, and I either can't sleep, It takes me hours to fall asleep, or its hard for me to sleep over 3 hours. The final thing that bothers me is that my parents never have anything to say to me other than "Hi. Eat something. Do you want to go to Home Depot? Of course." 10. What do you wish? I wish alot of things. First of all, I wish alot of things were legal. I wish things were cheaper. I wish my mom would fall out of her furniture-shop-a-holic phase. I wish I weren't such a social ignoramus. I wish I knew someone around here. I wish Stacy were tame enough for me to take her running. I wish I had somthing interesting to do. I wish I could fall asleep, so my skin does't look green anymore. I wish i knew how to work the god damn sprinkler system.