The following is an archive of Kat’s posts written between February 2002 and February 2010, originally posted to her own domain



Bonjour, everyone! It’s Kat, writing

Bonjour, everyone! It’s Kat, writing the first ever post on my fabulous new website. I feel sort of self-absorbed doing this, but I’m sure I’ll get over it. I’m going to use the site as a kind of journal, so check in whenever you want to check out what’s going on with me. Let’s see… there’s not much going on right now. Bye. Hee hee, sorry. But seriously, there really isn’t! I’ll see you later!


February 11, 2002 at 06:41 PM

Hey, people! I had a

Hey, people! I had a reeeeeallly long day at work and I’m totally exhausted. I think I dislocated my thumb. Ok, not really, I just feel like complaining. I hope all you people reading this had a better day than I did. Actually, my day wasn’t BAD, per se, just really, REALLY hard. Notice how I’m contradicting myself. I do that a lot. You’ll learn to love it. I feel really out of it and tired and cranky. I’m going to watch Dawson’s Creek in my pajamas. Love you all!


February 13, 2002 at 07:36 PM

You guys rock. I can’t

You guys rock. I can’t even believe that people go to this site! By the way, I have a sore throat. Just thought you might like to know. I had a really really REALLY hard day, everyone. At least I had awesome shoes. I got these boots that go all the way up the leg. SO awesome. They’re like the boots Julia Roberts wore in Pretty Woman, only you can actually walk in these. Also, Julia Roberts would look a lot better in them than me. I happen to be slightly vertically challenged (SHORT), so I need an extra boost in the shoe department. I’m not ALL that short, I’m like 5’4″. I want to be 5’7″ or 5’8″. HA! Riiight. Dream on, Kat. Anyway, I hope all of you people out there are doing well. See you on Friday!


February 19, 2002 at 07:41 PM

Well! The stupid sore throat

Well! The stupid sore throat turned out to be a stupid cold that I STILL HAVE. Woo hoo. Nothing exciting is really happening right now except that I got some new pants that rock. I wish that I could answer some questions for you guys, or at least interact with you somehow. I’m working on it. I’m listening to Styx right now, but I really want to hear ROLLING STONES!!! Hold on. Ahhhh, Rolling Stones. Beast of Burden! WOOO! Ok well I’m gonna go now, since you’re probably sitting there thinking, “Dude, what a total spaz.” I know I’m a spaz, believe me. Love you all!


February 24, 2002 at 07:24 PM


WWWAAAAAAZZZZZAAAAAAPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!! Okay, that’s enough of

WWWAAAAAAZZZZZAAAAAAPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!! Okay, that’s enough of that. As you may or may not be able to tell, the cold is subsiding. Finally. Seriously, it was getting ridiculous. I was coughing all over the place. It was really annoying. And now, a poem.

Oh, lovely ratings
how much do I love thee?
A lot.

Thank you.
I know that was pretty random but I feel good today, darn it!
We finished shooting the season a few weeks ago, so I’ve been sleeping pretty much all the time. I love sleep. Sleep is good. We’ve got some awesome shows coming up, with a lot of super great surprises (wink wink). So tune in, baby!
And now I shall leave you, all you lovely people out there. Aurevoir! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!


March 03, 2002 at 10:08 PM

Hey, everyone! It’s time for

Hey, everyone!
It’s time for something exciting to actually happen to me so that you can read about it. It’s time for……(dum dum dummm) A HOLLYWOOD PREMIERE. That’s right, I’m going to a thingie for Clockstoppers tomorrow. What should I wear?? Oh man, I’m nervous. What if Jesse Bradford’s there?? He probably will be! Did you see Bring it On?? Okay, he rocks. AND he plays guitar. Hello, substance! No, you know what? I’m not going to freak out. I do this all the time. I freak out and work myself up and then nothing happens and I feel stupid. So, here’s the new arrangement: I’m going to wear something COOL. Like, something nonchalant. I’ve been wearing skirts over pants lately, and I like how that’s going. So I’ll do that, maybe. Whatever, that comes later. So I’ll wear something nonchalant and I’ll go and I’ll talk to some people and then I’ll leave. And if Jesse Bradford HAPPENS to cross my path, then I’ll improvise. Oh my GOD. Nononono, stay calm. Don’t panic. Ommmmmmmmmm. Okay, I’m cool. I’m zen. (Should “zen” be capitalized?) Oh man. Everyone, next time you run into Jesse Bradford, tell him I’m not a raving psychopath. Wait, actually don’t. Because it WOULD be kind of psychotic if someone was just talking to him and then suddenly said, “By the way, Kat Dennings said to tell you that she’s not a raving psychopath.” He’ll be like, “Who?” Oh no. Maybe I shouldn’t go. No, free movie. Okay, I’ll go. Maybe I’ll just sneak in and sneak out. I’m going to stop typing now, because, as you can see, I’m going nuts.
Thank you, everyone, for putting up with me this far. I don’t know how you do it. I’ll write in later and tell you how everything went.

Wish me luck,

March 16, 2002 at 10:41 AM

Webmaster here. Kat’s photo album

Webmaster here. Kat’s photo album is going up soon, so keep checking back! Meanwhile, here’s Kat with Chad Michael Murray.

March 18, 2002 at 11:47 AM

NOTE: The picture of Chad

NOTE: The picture of Chad Michael Murray and myself (below) was taken by my mom at a WB party a while ago. Hopefully Chad won’t think I’m a stalker, because I’m not. The webmaster and myself agree that even though my weblog is…engaging…maybe all you lovely people want some visual aid to go with your ramblings. So it’s merely to tide you over until the photo section is finished. Chad, if you’re reading this, it was great to meet you and you’re a really sweet person. To all the girls reading this who hate me SO MUCH right now: I don’t know if he has a girlfriend. I am not his girlfriend. He’s up for grabs as far as I can tell, so rest assured.
I shall leave you now, because I don’t know how this page is going to support this much text. I really do love you all. There’s a new episode (FINALLY) of Raising Dad this Friday (8:30pm, on The WB, heh heh), so tune in ’cause it’s a good one. Happy St. Patrick’s Day, one and all. I totally forgot about it and I didn’t wear green. I didn’t get pinched though. Anyway, au revoir!

Love always,

March 18, 2002 at 12:29 PM

And now, the moment of

And now, the moment of truth.

The Clockstoppers premiere wasn’t a nightmare! The movie was cute and I saw some friends there AND I didn’t trip over anything! Amazing, considering the heels I had on. OH and by the way, I saw Jesse Bradford from a distance!!! I caught his eye once and tried to look all alluring and mysterious, but unfortunately, I don’t think he realized what I was doing. Whatever. More fish in the sea! Ugh. I’m resorting to annoying proverbs. I must sleep. And yet, I can’t.
Hey, I watched my own show tonight. Hee hee, I’m funny looking. Useful for a sitcom. Oh, wait. I have news. The Webmaster (who is not me, in case you were wondering) and I have talked amongst ourselves, and we’ve decided that since it takes so bloody long to put pictures up in a special thingie, we’re going to put them up sporadically, one by one. HowEVER, we WILL eventually put up the pictures section, so keep a lookout. The Chad picture is making me sort of nervous, so I’d like to point out at this time that no copyright infringements were intended, and this site is in no way affiliated with Mr. Murray or Thank you. Please don’t sue me. Anyway, I have a big day tomorrow so I must SLEEP. Bye!


March 22, 2002 at 11:11 PM

Oh GOD, I look insane

Oh GOD, I look insane in that picture. Left to right: Beau Wirick, Rich Cronin, Me(ha ha), Ben Indra. Do you notice anything very amiss here? Like, say, the matching outfits? That was so completely an accident. Hahahaa.. Of course, Ben looks much more…I don’t know. Manly, I guess. Sigh…I miss those guys! Alright, I’m going now.

March 27, 2002 at 11:23 AM


Awwwwwwww. We’re so cute. This

Awwwwwwww. We’re so cute. This picture: the lovely Brie Larson, the beautiful Camille Guaty, and yours truly. I think this is from the R rated movie episode. Oooh, okay, update time. This week there’s an ALL NEW EPISODE!! (8:30pm, The WB) This one’s super funny. Bob kisses Tembi a lot. Tembi Locke plays Liz, the vice principle. She’s so great. I remember while we were rehearsing for that episode, every time they kissed, everyone on set would go, “WOOOOOOOO!!!” It was really hilarious. Haha….anyway. I feel like crap today. I don’t know why. I woke up with a jolt this morning and I was like, “where am I?? What time is it??” And then I realized it was like 7 and I went back to sleep. Whatever. It messed me up. Oh, by the way, a shout out is in order. I promised myself I wouldn’t do this, but I can’t hold back any longer. Here it is…the Philly girl shout out. HOOLLA BACK TO AVI AND HOPE AND ALL THE GANG BACK HOME IN PHIIIILLLLAAAAYYYY!!!! WOOOOOO!!!! I feel like one of those girls on MTV who scream and cry during O Town videos. No offense meant to O Town in any way. Like they read this. By the way, I was so totally being funny with the “holla” stuff. Avi and Hope will understand my humor. Okay, I’m in a weird mood, so I’m leaving now! Bye!


April 03, 2002 at 11:36 AM

Helllooooooooo. So, here is the

Helllooooooooo. So, here is the so very wicked awesome picture of the week(below). It is, actually, pretty wicked awesome. Why, you ask? Because I’m in it! No. Actually, because Courtney’s in it! Courtney Peldon plays Allison “better than you in every way” Stayzak. Courtney is actually the nicest girl. She’s so opposite Allison. We’ll be fighting or looking at each other all mean on camera and then we cut and we’re like, “I’m sorry!!!! I didn’t mean it!!!” Ha haaa…good times. Anyway, guess who’s off to make a Disney movie? Me. Hopefully I’ll still be able to post. If not, I love you all and….keep watching the show. But I’ll return soon, fear not. I’ll communicate with you telepathically. If you watch the show every week even if it’s a rerun verrryyy carefulllyyy, you might see me look directly into camera and say, “YO, (your name here), YOU ROCK!” If not, there must be something wrong with your TV and I suggest purchasing an updated model from your local retailer. In other news, my toenail polish is chipping and it’s borderlining on unacceptable, so I’m either going to repair the damage or remove it altogether. I wish I had one of those poll things on here so that you, the trusty viewers, could vote and I could decide based on the results. But,
no. By the way, the polish I’m wearing is my absolute favorite one, ‘Wicked’ by Essie. Seriously, I love it. It was all I ever wore for like 3 months. I mean, I wore clothes too, but you know what I mean. I suggest picking up a bottle. Of ‘Wicked’. Even if you’re a guy. I actually think guys who wear eyeliner are kind of hot. Not like in full drag attire, I mean just black eyeliner. I don’t know why. My best friend had (or ‘has’, I’m not clear on it) a real thing for Johnny Rzeznik (however it’s spelled) of the Goo Goo Dolls and I saw a picture of him in black eyeliner and hello. Nice. Anyway, I’m going to go because I’m rambling again and I don’t really know what I’m writing anymore. I applaud you if you read this far.

Love and smoo-chez(haha),

P.S: Go to because you can click this button once per computer every day (YOU DON’T PAY ANYTHING, IT’S FREE FOR YOU) and it donates money to help repair the rainforests and it has links to and to Same deal. I’ve been doing it pretty much every day for like 2 years and YOU SHOULD TOO. With that, I leave you.

April 11, 2002 at 10:49 AM

Okay. So, here I am,

Okay. So, here I am, In CANADA, Writing this weblog in a BUSINESS CENTER in our hotel. That was totally the most surreal sentence ever. So I’m about to start shooting a movie for Disney called Soul Patrol. Not to be confused with Soul Train. Our driver actually asked if I was going to Soul Train, and I was like, “no, but that’d be awesome.” So THE MOST AMAZING THING IN THE HISTORY OF AMAZING THINGS HAPPENED TO ME. So I’m in the airport, right? And my flight’s delayed. So I run over to Starbucks and GUESS WHO COMES UP BEHIND ME. Johnny Rzeznik from the Goo Goo Dolls!!!! I kid you not. I was SO dying. Actually, I wasn’t. I was very calm. In my last post I told you all how Johnny started my boys with eyeliner thing (by the way, I watched Life As A House on the flight. I was in heaven. Hayden Christensen. Eyeliner. Hello.), and there he was!!! I told my Best friend about it (the one who loves him) and she was ballistic. I actually told Johnny. I was like, “Um, hi. My best friend loves you.” He was reeeeally nice and not, like, rockstarish in the way that you’d think he’d be. He’s very normal. He was also kind of shorter than I expected. And gorgeous. Anyway, I must leave you now, because I’m actually paying for the computer privileges. PAYING. So you’d better appreciate this. Hahaha, love you all. I seriously cannot believe I’m in Canada. This is weird. Also, super nice Kim Cattrall (I hope that’s how you spell it) in the PICTURE OF THE WEEK. That was from the set of Sex and The City, which I guested on a while ago. I love them all. I can’t believe Sarah’s pregnant! (Sarah as in Jessica Parker, not Sarah Stewart) I’ll send her some Hayden Christensen posters. Bye bye!

Love, eh?

April 18, 2002 at 12:23 PM


PEOPLE PEOPLE PEOPLE. Okay, this is freaking insane. I am in an INTERNET CAFE now. In Canada. I kid you not. I pulled a leg muscle, my head hurts, I’m freezing, and I nearly choked on some ice. Happy freaking day. I just went to and read my prom dress special thing, which was pretty well done, except that they put “my ideal prom date is Chad Michael Murray”. Which I did say, but they didn’t clarify that comment so I’m doing it now. I was ASKED who my ideal date would be, and I said him because, as you know, I met him and he was nice. I’M IN THE WORST MOOD!!!! So now Chad’s going to think that I’m a stalker for sure!!! Chad, I’m not weird….okay yes I am but I’m not obsessed with you or anything! Like he reads this. I seriously doubt it. Oh, by the way, I read the feedback comments on my bio and all of that, and I just wanted to say that you guys are just the freaking bomb. I can’t believe it. It’s so great to read what the actual viewers have to say about it, which is all that counts in my opinion. This one guy in particular, Leon from England, I want to say hi to. He said I was his dream girl so I just want to say this: “HI LEON!” And to anyone else who likes me ‘like that’: HA. You’ll like me for five minutes and then be like, ‘um, I have to go.’ and run away screaming. Any guy who can handle my ramblings and nutcase inside jokes (usually the only person who thinks my jokes are funny is me) is fully worthy. And if it happens to be Hayden Christensen, so be it! Hahaha, right. But whatever. And now, the movie update: My first week of filming is over. There’s a lot of running involved, and climbing and terrain and things. Don’t get me wrong, I like foliage just as much as the next chick, but I look really, really stupid in duck boots. Even so, the movie is going to rock, so it’s all worth it. I feel really bad that I haven’t written in a while, but I’m doing my best here! Let’s see…oh yes! There’s this cheesy Aussie soap opera called Neighbours and I LOVE IT. If it’s showing anywhere, watch it. I get such a kick from it. Also, Simpsons, That 70s Show, yadda yadda yadda… Alright, my poor Mom is sitting at a table, reading Vogue. Natalie Portman is on the cover. She rocks. Okay, I’m going now, because we’re walking back to the hotel and I bribed the concierge into taping Dawson’s for me. I know, I know. But it’s the 100th! What do you want from me?? My Dad has been taping them too, poor man. OKAY, I REALLY AM GOING NOW! I love you guys, please don’t judge me from my prom article. Rock on!

Love from Toronto,
Kat, eh?

April 27, 2002 at 03:15 PM


Hello. Here I am, once

Hello. Here I am, once again, in Canada. Same internet cafe, same pain in leg. Oh! And I read this thing from this girl Rebecca on Rebecca, you are hilarious. Rock on, girlfriend! Also, this means that I have admitted to actually reading the feedback on, which I do from time to time. Oh well, I admire honesty. I’m sure you do too. So if you want to say something to me, type your freaking heart out and I’ll read it. You can also email the webmaster who will foward your emails to me. Woo hoo! Anyway, what can I say. 3 more weeks of shooting. Oh my GOD, the funniest thing happened! We were shooting this scene where I had to fall down. But I think the stunt came out well. Very realistic. Maybe because it WAS REAL. I was falling over and over in the woods. So if you think that movies are glamorous, think again, hon. However, like I said before, it’s allllllllll worth it. Did I say that before? If not, pretend I did. ALSO! I’ve been wondering (aloud) if Hayden Christensen ever reads this. I really hope not. Because I sound like a complete lunatic when I talk about him. Oh GOD! Anyway, I’m getting into a really bad habit of just rambling about all the guys I like (Hayden, Michael Pitt, who I have yet to rave about but it would take up 50 pages so I’m just going to watch it, Taylor Hanson, etc. I’m not kidding about Taylor. He’s amazing. I can’t even think about it or I’ll start going off again.) EVERYONE, SPIDER MAN!!!!!! I’m seeing it today. I’m so psyched. I hope I can get tickets, though. Whatever. I was going around on the set yesterday making ‘whoosh’ noises and saying “Spider Man! May 3rd!” to random people. Excitment is mounting, because Teen People has you know who and Natalie Portman on the cover an I’m mondo happy about it. Wow, ‘mondo happy’. Must leave you now, I’ll write in next week. I want you all to know that I WILL NEVER SELL OUT, and I’m saying this in response to another comment on I’m not even really sure what selling out involves, but whatever. It’s the thought that counts, as I like to tell people when I give them something. Oh, here I go again. I’m leaving now! GOODBYE!
Rock on,

May 04, 2002 at 11:49

AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!! Man, what a week

AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!! Man, what a week it’s been. And I want you all to listen to me very VERY carefully. Raising Dad is cancelled. It is no more. It is an ex parrot. It’s a Han gone Solo. A lone wolf howling in the desert. A pebble amongst a sea of rocks. A dolphin in a tent. It is BUH BYE. Now, I know that this is not the greatest thing ever, but that’s just the way it is. This is what happened: I got the call and they told me it was a snowball in a microwave, and I was pretty much, you know, disappointed and sad and dejected and all that, and so I got a magazine to cheer myself up, and there was a HUGE foldout of Hayden Christensen and I LOST MY MIND. Not, you know, kicking and screaming and tearing things apart, just like, “WWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!! MY LIFE IS OVER I’M NEVER GOING TO MEET HIM I’M A FAILURE”, blah blah blah, teen angst blah. But I’m okay now. Really! And remember, just because Raising Dad is now Raising Dead, it is still, not That means that you can just click and read my nutcase journal just the way you have been for the past few months! See? No problems. Or maybe you’re all going, “Oh, MAN. I have to read THIS and not see Raising Dad?? My life blows.” Well, fear not. Look around you! Well, no, look below this post. Another Chad picture! Actually, Chad and Milo Ventamiglia, who is also a sweetheart extrordinaire. By the way, in case you’re wondering what that fabulous eyeliner is and where you can get it, it’s Bad Gal by Benefit. Good stuff. They did not pay me to say this. Man, I could sure use some more of that BAD GAL from BENEFIT, the GREATEST BRAND EVER! (My phone number and address is…hahahahaa…sorry.) So, anyway, the movie is going great so far. I’m having a really REALLY fantab time, and we’re shooting INSIDE now, thank GOD, so my face isn’t a big giant ice face anymore. It’s allllll good. I just want to say, and without any mushy, doily trimmed heartsy-wartsy lovey-dovey…well anyway. I’d like to thank you guys for watching the show, ALL OF YOU, no matter who or where you are. I had a WONDERFUL time on that show, met great people and got some great experience. Thanks. (lone wolf howls in the distance) Okay. I’m leaving now, but I’LL BE BACK! Enjoy the eye candy our webmaster has so generously laid out for you, and I’ll write more very soon! P.S: May 16th…STAR WARS!!


May 15, 2002 at 07:51 AM

OKAY PEOPLE! I have seen

OKAY PEOPLE! I have seen Star Wars!! Hayden was, of course, great. NOW, I will try not to talk about him anymore and move onto my how my week went. So, I went to tea with Trisha and Jill and my mumsie, which was fun fun fun and HI TRISHA AND JILL! I could yell ‘hi’ across the cafe to my mom, but there are people here so I won’t. Also, Mark Rendall, the *STAR* (well, one of the stars..heh) of our movie wants me to say hi to him so HI MARK. Hee hee, he’s such a cooooooote widdle buuunnnnyyyy…he’s going to kill me for writing that. BUT, in defense of my life I will add that he’s freaking amazing and he’s a FANTAB actor who is a widdle bunny…hahaha nononono I’m sorry. ANYHOW, I was flipping around the boards and I would like to say hi to three people: Juliewil, Troy and Hardedge. Okay, people. I love you guys. Not just them, obviously. But here we go. Hardedge said something really nice about me that I don’t remember even though I read it like 5 seconds ago, but thanks dude! Troy is a sweetie and thanks to you also. JULIE. Julie asked me how I deal with moronic people of the male gender who tease me for…you know. The boom boom room. Boobs, people! Apparently, she’s having a hard time with some stupid idiots who can’t contain themselves. Julie, listen to me, girl. Those guys WANT YOU. Their comments are just reflecting their own personal frustration. They know that you would NEVER go for them and so they resort to teasing and hooting and whatever else they think is mildly amusing. Think of this: when facing adversity, think of where those people are going to be when they’re 18. You know where? HOOTERS. They will be in Hooters PAYING girls to hang around them because no self respecting female would ever otherwise. Look at the big picture. They may be jealous! OR, they might just really like you. OR they’re nutcases who you just have to ignore. If the crap keeps on coming, it’s time to take action. Think up a really witty comment, say it, and walk away before they can say anything back. Something like, “Yeah. And when I’m mad, they double as rifles.” Or something like that, I don’t know. Think of something better. ANYWAY, you’re above them, Julie. And any girl, by the way. We’ve all been talked about behind our backs. Success is indeed the best revenge. Just think about THAT. So in 10 years you can go to the reunion and LAUGH IN THEIR STUPID FACES! Yeah! Okay, enough of me. Actually, no. And in response to all the beautiful emails you’ve sent about the show being cancelled, you can write to the network or anything you want, really. Do what you want to do. It’s a free freakin country, right? Yes. I’m not really myself today, but it might just be because this is the worst iced tea I have EVER had. I may have to put some Skittles in it or something. Yeah, Skittles! Also, have you had Starburst lollipops? SO good. I need to go to the gym so badly. I must go! (hahaha, I typed in “ho” instead of “go”…ahahahahaa..) I love you guys, and all of you from England who have written in. GO, BRITS! I love you guys. Talk to you soon!

Love forever,

May 22, 2002 at 02:33 PM


HOMEWARD BOUND, I WISH I WERE HOMEWARD BOUND…..Actually, I’m home right now. YESSSSS!!!! I was so excited when we were landing, I was singing along to my Phantom Planet CD (The Guest…go get it! “California” was the song I was singing) REALLY loudly and, like, doing the wave. (which is actually funny…..the wave…….the beach…get it?) It was great. My fellow passengers, however, begged to differ. But that’s ok!! I love CA…..palm trees, smog…..well. I LOVE IT! I liked Toronto also, but I couldn’t exactly soak in the local atmosphere, as it were. We finished filming!! Woo hoo! As a parting gift, our awesome director, Stuart, got me an Anakin Skywalker action figure!!!! It’s so hilarious I was laughing the WHOLE day. Then I was trying to focus on the scene and suddenly, the words “fully poseable” popped into my head, and I was off again. (hahahaaa..) By the way, the figure looks nothing like him. Remotely. It looks like Hippie Ken on steroids. OOOH, guess what?? I’ve decided to learn how to surf! I’ve always wanted to, and I figure that NOW is the time. I mean, the ocean is up the freaking block, people. However, there’s a fly in the olive. I used to boogie board, which is a cheap version of surfing where you lie on your stomach on a tiny little board and go, “wheeeee!”. It’s fun! Anyway, I was doing that, and I had COMPLETELY screwed it up, so naturally I was yelling “cowabunga!” and making wild hand movements. So, I’m standing there, innocently, in the water, and OUT OF NOWHERE, I get stung by a jellyfish. In case you don’t know, jellyfish stings feel like you’re getting electrocuted with a mop. Avoid them. Thank god no one peed on my leg, because I heard later on that that’s actually what you’re supposed to do. I’m like, “I’m not a fire hydrant, people! I’m an innocent bystander!!” So I limped (actually, a really funny combo of limping, screaming, falling down and hopping) over to the car, down to the lifegaurd station, where the guy nonchalantly took the smallest spray bottle known to humanity off a shelf and headed towards me. I was like, “hello. I’m dying here. This is no time to water the plants.” But then he just spritzed it on my leg and went along his merry way. Honestly. Cheeky lifegaurds. Thank you, Baywatch, for ruining my dream! He was blonde and tan, though, so all wasn’t lost. But he was very lacking in the compassion department, so forget him. He was also about 30, which is a universal no no. Unless you’re Michael Rosenbaum. But I won’t even go there, or we’ll be here all day. Also, people don’t seem to understand why I like Taylor Hanson. Why is the sky blue? The entire band of Hanson is freaking awesome. Here is why: No synchronized chair routines. They actually sing. They play their own instruments. THEY WRITE THEIR OWN MUSIC! Annnnd….they’re not old, which brings everything together nicely, like a Hanson souffle. I think they’re all equally charming in their own way. I liked Zac when I was younger, but then he got to looking too much like me, so I moved along to Taylor. He’s rather nice. They all are. However, Taylor is prettier than I am, which sucks. THEY DO NOT look like girls, though, okay??? Honestly. Have you seen Zac? He’s Fabio. I mean, in a not as creepy, less veiny, slightly less tan sort of way. Isaac is cute, yet too old. For me. Not in general. CRAP! I’ve stopped making sense, which means I have to go now. Rock on, ladies and gentlemen, I love you all. Genuinely. If you get stung by a jellyfish, just remember. Try to get to a lifeguard, otherwise someone will have to pee on you, and nobody wants that. Buh bye.


May 31, 2002 at 09:41 AM

Oh my god, Brendan Fehr.

Oh my god, Brendan Fehr. This was like 3 years ago, and my mom and I took the train to New York and waited in line at Macy’s to meet this guy. He was really nice. I hope he never sees this……

P.S: Read my new post (below) for my usual ramblings, plus boogie boarding tips. Woo hoo!

May 31, 2002 at 11:49 AM


Prepare yourselves, I’m in one

Prepare yourselves, I’m in one of my moods.

I am getting my annual pre-birthday depression. It’s in TEN days. In ten days I’ll be sixteen. That’s so weird. I’ve wanted to be sixteen since I was four. I blame The Little Mermaid! So anyway, my manager is throwing a “surprise” birthday party for me, so I’m sort of nervous about it. What am I going to wear? Am I supposed to dress like, “oh-I-have-no-idea-so-I’m-going-to-wear-jeans” or am I supposed to do the whole, “oh-it’s-my-birthday-so-I’m-going-to-dress-up-and-if-I-walk-into-a-party-then-so-be-it” thing? Crap. I think I’ll do the second one, just to be safe. I’m going to grow my nails really long again, so I painted them black today. Wet n’ Wild Black Creme is the best one, and it’s 99 cents!! I mean, come on. It doesn’t matter what brand it is, it’s black nail polish. Hey, you know what’s fun but completely pointless? Spelling things backwards. For instance, “fabulous” would be “suolubaf.” Okay, fine. But it’s fun anyway! As you may or may not be able to tell, I am SO bored right now. Here’s a music question for you: what happened to Fatboy Slim? I loved Fatboy Slim. Where is he? WHERE ARE YOU, FATBOY SLIM???? Okay, I’m going to distract myself with some Blink182. What’s with Boxcar Racer, anyway? Where’s Mark Hoppus? I don’t know. My eyelids are like, “close me. You know you want to.” I…will…not…..yield!!!!! AAARRRRGGG!! Zzzzzzzzzzzz…….

June 02, 2002 at 10:52 PM

I am so starting pilates.

I am so starting pilates. So, listen. I went “shopping” today. “Shopping” as in I tried like 15 billion dresses on for next week and NOTHING LOOKED GOOD. Seriously. I looked like crap in everything I tried on!! So I may have to stay home on my birthday, in bed, crying, watching Steel Magnolias. Sigh……. Anyway, I went to the beach two days in a row. I don’t know why. I really like it for some reason. Okay, I’m leaving. Happy Birthday, Laura!!!!! You’re suolubaf!!!! Hahhahaaa…


June 05, 2002 at 07:01 PM

Weird observation: My toothpaste says

Weird observation: My toothpaste says “brush teeth 2-3 times after each meal”. Now, does that mean that after each meal you have to brush your teeth 2-3 times, or does that mean that you eat 2-3 meals a day? Now, the first one is just stupid, so let’s assume that it’s the second one. That means that the toothpaste company assumes that the average person eats 2-3 meals a day. What if you’re still hungry? What if you had, like, a carrot for lunch or something. Does that count? Because if you kind of snack through the day as opposed to actual MEALS, you should technically brush your teeth after every snack. Or not. What was I getting at? Oh yes! Toothpaste people are promoting eating disorders!! I’m bored. What do you want from me?


June 06, 2002 at 10:49 AM

Birthday update: I bought like

Birthday update: I bought like 5 different dresses and NONE OF THEM WORK. Actually, that’s not true, they do work. I got this awesome pink slip at a flea market today for $12. TWELVE BUCKS, BABY!!! Go me. Anyway, I may wear that over pants OR, I got this other dress from Bebe that I might wear. I don’t know. But anyway, I must say this. TwiztidPaul999….you make me laugh. I love you!!! You better be careful or I’m going to be the one stalking YOU. Hhahahhaa…anyway. I am the smoothie king!!! What you do is get frozen strawberries, ice, orange juice and a banana. SWEET! It’s sooooo good. Also, I saw Donnie Darko last night, and it’s seriously one of the best movies I have ever seen. Alexander from Phantom Planet has a part in it!!! But Jake Gyllenhaal is the man of the hour as of now. He’s an incredible actor. See that movie, ma petite cutie patooties!!!

Katherine (yes, that’s right. Sad, isn’t it?)

June 09, 2002 at 02:43 PM


OKAY!! GET PSYCHED!! Oh my god. Alright!!! HERE is the situation:
Bought like 5 dresses, decided on this blue slip dress that’s really cute. This is the rest: Neon green fishnets (they’re cool, I promise!), combats, black nail polish (duh), this cool thing to wear over the dress that’s black and weird (subject to change), 50 tons of makeup and neon hair streaks. Drag queen chic, basically. So I stole the guest list from my mom and there are seriously, like, 120 people. I don’t KNOW 120 people. Madre (mom) was like, “how can we get Hayden Christensen to your party?” And I was like, “we can’t, mom. He wouldn’t be caught dead there, let alone ANY crossdressing 16 year old’s birthday party.” My mom is great. But anyway, I was listening to the Moulin Rouge soundtrack a few nights ago, and I was falling asleep to Ewan McGregor’s gorgeous rendition of “Your Song”, and for some reason, my dream was this: I was on a balcony and Steve Howey, the guy from Reba (who I did meet briefly at a party, by the way. He’s hilarious.) was singing it to me! I woke myself up and was like, what the hell was that? I thought you all might like to know. Also, someone asked me what I wanted to be 10 years from now, and I said “26”. Hahahahahahahahaaa…..

June 12, 2002 at 11:58 AM


YESSSS!!!!!! YES YES YESSSSS!!!!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!! YES YES YES!!!!! Okay, so I woke up at 8 which is a good hour and a half before I normally wake up, started giggling like a maniac then jumped up and down for a few minutes going “YESYESYESYESYESYESYESSSSSSSSS”. Then I barged into my mom’s room and told her to wake up already and give me my presents. Hhahahhaaa…People, I love my mom. I really do. But is this any time for a sleep-a-thon? So then I played The Beatles “Birthday” on repeat and gave myself a manicure (black of course). NICE!!!!! So…..I’m 16. I am siiiiiiixxxxxtteeeeeennnnnn. YESSSSSS!!!!!!!! And thank all of you for your birthday messages, I love you guys. And NiN 0 8 6 9 quoted Emerson for me, which means: NiN-I LOVE YOU!!! I must admit that I got a little misty when I read that. And all of you know, that since my recent….CANCELLATION……I seem to be..kind of….PATHETIC lately. Well NO MORE!!!! I will be NOT PATHETIC. Thank you. Also, Impressionarium—you rock! Thanks for everything, yo. So I’m listening to New Found Glory right now. Lalalalalalaaaa!!!!! Happy birthday to meeeee……YESYESSYEYEYEESEEYEYYEYEYEYSSSYESSSSS!!!!!!!!!!! YES!


June 13, 2002 at 08:59 AM

WELL. Excuse me for the

WELL. Excuse me for the lack of updates, but MAN WAS THAT A GREAT FREAKING PARTY! Okay, so there were like a million people there, no air, dim lighting and lots of getting pinched by random people. Put that together and it spells FUN! Look at for pictures. As you will see, I couldn’t hook myself up with some nice neon extensions, so I went au natural. Or, you know, whatever. I really liked my outfit anyway! I opted for this blue slipdress thingie with this awesome black jacket and this huge belt and black nail polish and I WANTED to wear my combat boots but my mom insisted I go all “ladylike” and so I wore my strappy girlie shoes. Ugh. But they WERE pretty cute, I’ll say that. My mom is listening to Bob Dylan, which is always good, except it’s making me all wistful and sad and all of that. Which I don’t really want to be because I kind of want to tell you all about some of the stuff I got. BRITNEY’S VIDEO GAME!!!! SCORE!!!!! I have to say, Britney rocks. Please people, enough with this lip-synching crap. YOU try dancing like that and singing at the same time. I used to dance and believe me, that alone had me hooked up to a breathing machine afterwards. And the game is soooo much fun!!!! Although, my one complaint is that virtual Britney looks like a size 0-000-0, which sucks. Even though she IS very small, I don’t think she’s oragami, okay? If you don’t know what oragami is (let’s hope I spelled it right), it’s super fun when you’re bored, and you can make cranes and bunnies and, like, little hats. It’s this Japanese art of folding paper with pretty patterns into cool shapes. So cool. Also, I went to the beach today, and my brother and I were singing “Slave 4U” (heh..hahahhaha..I’m sorry, it’s cheesy. But you gotta love it.) in the car and my mom joined in. We’re like Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. Except not. My poor Dad. He was watching me play the game and he was like, “what kind of dancing is that?” I was like, “Britney dancing.” He was sort of offended, so I said, “Dad, nobody foxtrots anymore.” and he said, “that’s too bad.” Hhahahahaaa…my dad’s so adorable. Anyway, I realize that I just gave the Britney Spears game a HUGE promo, but it IS fun. And no, I’m not a teeny bopper. By the way, OH. MY. GOD. Okay people, the chicken has fallen! Taylor Hanson got MARRIED. HOW does that work?????? I’m really, REALLY shocked. Not that, you know, he’s married. Yes, yes I am. I mean, if I met someone at 18 that I was madly in love with, I guess I would make him buy me a ring. A big one. But I don’t know if I’d MARRY him right away. Although, since it’s Taylor Hanson we’re talking about, I can’t say I blame her. Actually, you go girl! You rock, now that I’m thinking about it. You got Taylor! That’s so awesome. Good luck, you guys. I hope it lasts. NOW, back to business. It’s laugh at Kat’s stupidity time!I was really thirsty because I had just gone for a run, so instead of getting a glass like a normal, thoughtful, perhaps SMART person, I opened the fridge and attached myself to our big water dispenser, pulled open the spurt thing, and of course it went horribly wrong and I got soaked. So, not wanting to get it all over the floor, I shut the thingie and CAUGHT MY LIPS IN IT. And I, not having particularly small lips, got a bit of a boo boo. Haha……I’m such a moron. So I learned my lesson for today. Girl Scouts would be so proud. I dropped out of that when I was like 8, man I hated it. Think about it, knocking on stranger’s doors in a little uniform with COOKIES. Hello, milk carton? However, all you really have to do is make your parents buy all the cookies. That way, the scouts are funded, and you have ten billion thin mints. Everybody wins! I realize that I’m really writing a lot, so I’m going now.

Yeah, sixteen!

June 18, 2002 at 11:01 PM

To answer a frequently asked

To answer a frequently asked question: Yes, I’m single. Good god, yes. Also, I got these really awesome red Nike sneakers. They kind of look like Pumas. Except Nike. I’m reading “The Catcher In The Rye” right now. It’s REALLY advanced for when it was written, like 1945. It’s great. AND, I saw ‘My Big Fat Greek Wedding’ yesterday, which I loved. It was slightly close to home, except it would be ‘My Big Fat Russian Wedding’, in my case. I’m leaving now.

June 22, 2002 at 09:00 PM


Message from your friendly webmaster:

Message from your friendly webmaster: You can expect lots of forthcoming improvements to this site, including working archives (cough cough), a photo gallery, and last but not least, a suolubaf message board. In other news, Kat’s been getting a lot of fan email, which is great. If you’d like your letter to be processed faster, please just put “Kat” somewhere in the message line so I’ll know it’s not spam. Without further ado, here are a couple of questions for Kat from fans. She’ll post her responses later this week!

Barbie wants to know “if you are a Hanson fan.”

“Luvbug” writes, “Kat is always talking about how short she is and I was just wondering how tall is Kat?!?!”

Matt from Brighton, England asks “wots ur highest combo on Britney [Dance Beat]?”

July 01, 2002 at 12:28 PM

Why thank you, Webmaster. Answer

Why thank you, Webmaster.

Answer to question #1: Am I a Hanson fan? Yes, yes I am. I find them to be extremely creative and their music is always evolving. They also play and write all their own stuff, which is freaking awesome. Also, no chair routines! Yay!

Answer to question #2: How tall am I? OH MY GOD, GUESS WHAT. I grew an inch!!!!!!! I am now 5 feet, 4 and a half inches. YEAH, BABY!!! 5’5″, HERE I COME!

And who could forget question #3: My highest score on Britney’s Dance Beat. Well, I had gotten up to my final audition (in the game you have auditions instead of levels, sort of), got frustrated, started a new game, got up to the final audition again, then got pissed off and stopped. And now I’m in Philly, so who knows what will happen next. And the pictures, below, I will now explain. The first one is so gross I cannot believe it, and I cannot believe my beloved webmaster would do this to me. I was going to an audition, and I was doing my “beguiling” “I’m-so-innocent-and-lost-could-I-get-your-number-just-in-case-and-look-how-shiny-my-hair-is” look. It never works, by the way. The other picture, of course, is me blowing out the candles. That cake was HUGE. I had one bite and then gave it to my brother, who actually ate it.

Exciting happenings: thought I would pass out trying to get the Sailor Moon stickers off my door. Eventually they came off, along with most of the paint. I’m screwed. Because now I have to repaint my door and nobody’s letting me paint it my way (neon). Life isn’t fair. Speaking of not fairness, it’s SO HOT here. I went to New York today to see my niece, and it was seriously 95 out. More on my niece. She’s almost 1 and she is the cutest thing I have EVER seen. She just got her two front bottom teeth, and she showed her love today by biting my jaw. But man, she is absolutely adorable. I, on the other hand, used to throw rocks at other rocks and run into walls. Anyway! I’m going to go now.


Sorry about this whole email business. But it’s allllllll good.

July 01, 2002 at 05:24 PM

Happy July 4th, people. I’m

Happy July 4th, people. I’m very depressed today, because I realize that my friends are reading my weblog and that makes me very nervous….not that I’m dissing them or anything, but now they’re like, “how come you didn’t tell me that??”. Crap. Also, Michael Rosenbaum is HOT. It’s like he flirts with the camera, yet not. I wish I could do that. From now on, I will refer to him as Mr. Smolderpants. Wow, I’m losing my mind, so I’m going to go. It’s way too hot today, I think I’ll go back to sleep.

July 04, 2002 at 09:42 AM

Mmmuuuuppphhhh hahahahahhaaa….Okay, okay. Am I

Mmmuuuuppphhhh hahahahahhaaa….Okay, okay. Am I a “rock chick”? Um, I don’t know. But let me put it this way: if you were a “hot ticket”, would you just go up to people and say, “Hey, y’all, I’m what is known as a Hot Ticket!” No, no you wouldn’t. You also wouldn’t say “y’all”. Do you see what I’m getting at? However, my favorite kind of music would be, incidentally, “rock”. Buh bye.

July 09, 2002 at 08:57 AM

Hey, everyone! I’ve thought a

Hey, everyone! I’ve thought a lot about this and I kind of want to clear it up: I realize that you guys all know that I read the boards and answer your questions based on that, but I’m getting really paranoid because I don’t want you all to think that I have…um… life…..heh heh…..I mean, I don’t want you guys to think that I’m like, hunched over my laptop at 4 in the morning with all the lights off, checking for new posts every 30 seconds and eating, like, Fruit Loops. But I do check in when I can and kind of scroll though to see what’s happening, so….yeah. Okay! I noticed someone asking what kind of shampoo I use, which is an awesome question. It’s not the shampoo, you know, it’s alllllllllllll in the conditioner, baby. I use Bedhead Dumb Blonde shampoo (which is hilarious when you think about it, but it smells like grapefruit and it’s pink, so yay!) and Dumb Blonde conditioner, which is KEY. I try to leave it on for 15 minutes before I rinse it out. The only trick, in my case, is standing where there’s no water for 15 minutes so that my hair keeps all slick, which is very difficult considering that my shower is about the length and width of a flip flop. So anyway, that’s what I use. Also, I use Bedhead Manipulator to get a really messy look. I’m totally giving these people free advertising. Anyway, Manipulator is this really thick green stuff. Remember Flubber? It was totally just a ball of Manipulator. Alright, now to business. Here’s some pointless, very personal information for your enjoyment. I have SWORN OFF BOYS. Really. I’m not starting up with girls or anything, I’m just FINISHED. I have had it up to HERE with males. All of them. Even Hayden Christensen, and he hasn’t done anything whatsoever to offend me. I was thinking (aloud) to myself the other day, about how lonely and boy-less I am, and I was just like, screw it. What have boys done for me in the past anyway? They haven’t boosted my self esteem, that’s for freaking sure. And I feel as if an enormous weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Except, I was at a flea market today and I saw a really gorgeous guy who was selling stuff, and I went over to him and pretended to be looking at his, um, display. But then I got really mad at myself and walked off. Sigh. I can see it now. I’ll be like 90, living alone on the moors in a huge stone house, with 50 billion cats. I’ll be famous around town with all the teenagers. They’ll be like, “hey, have you heard about that creepy old hag who lives on the moors? She’s so weird, man. They say that if you listen really closely, you can hear the faint strains of MmmBop from her stereo, drifting eerily over the hills…..” Oh god. Anyway, I’m giving myself a headache.

I love you guys.

I HATE html!!!!!! It’s SO needlessly difficult.

July 14, 2002 at 10:01 PM


YESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!! YES, INTERNET! YEEEEEEEESSSSS…..Allllllright. So, my modem was broken for a while, which is why you haven’t felt the Kat love for so long. I’m very sorry. Moving on! I was watching Josie and The Pussycats for the millionth time, and I think it’s time to declare my love for Gabriel Mann to the world. I love you, Gabriel Mann! Oh, and Heath Ledger. But everyone loves Heath Ledger. Okay, so I went to see Austin Powers on its OPENING DAY. BIG mistake, because it was freaking PACKED. And I found a really good seat, and the movie started and I was like, “eeeeeeeeeeexcelllentttt.” And then this HUGE guy, who was seriously like 6’10”, SITS RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. I was like, “No. No, he’s resting before he leaves…….he’s…….noooooooo!!!!!!!…” Yeah, so that sucked. But hey, he seemed to like the movie, so it wasn’t a total loss. And I LOVED it. I think it was funnier than the other two, actually. OKAY, well. I’m gonna go and…….do stuff. Yeah. Bye!


July 16, 2002 at 08:36 PM

Hold on….

Hold on….

July 30, 2002 at 10:11 AM

By the way, I’m really

By the way, I’m really mad at my computer right now. I wrote the last two posts a few days ago, and it wouldn’t publish them. So now I THINK it’s working, but the night is young. Hey, I’m reading this really good book, Lord of the Flies. It gets a little disturbing, but I like that sort of thing. I highly recommend it. Oh, and I have something to say! I mean, duh. But here we go: I was watching Cribs a little while back, and I noticed that NO ONE has ANY bookshelves. And even if they did, there were no BOOKS in them. Just freaking pictures of themselves with other famous people. There’s nothing wrong with having pictures of yourself with famous people, because god knows I have mine, but I think there IS something wrong with not having books around. Books are good! Reading is fundamental! So yeah, that’s all I have to say. Also, I did a photo shoot today, and it turned out sweeeeeeet. I’ll get some shots and put them up here sometime soon. The makeup artist and I were talking about the look for one of the shots, and I was like, “Gwen Stafani.” Of course, Gwen is GORGEOUS and I could never look as hot as she looks, but I can try, right? Yes. Anyway, I can’t believe that it’s August tomorrow. This entire month really went by fast for me. Hey, time flies when you’re having fun! But I didn’t really have all that much fun this month. I mean, any more than usual. I still yell “Hayden!” If I’m with a bunch of people and there’s a long silence. It always seems to break the ice. Oh man, I really REALLY hope that nobody I have a crush on reads this, because I would have to kill myself. I mean, I KNOW Hayden Christensen doesn’t, because he’s…..Hayden Christensen. Hey, I haven’t talked about Rooney yet! Rooney KICKS IT. ( I LOVE them. They’re really, REALLY talented. And yet, cute. But I digress. Check out their website. I like them, and hopefully you guys will too. I’m going to go, because I’m really really tired. I love you all.


July 31, 2002 at 10:42 PM


Prepare for the ultimate in

Prepare for the ultimate in Gemini surveying….

Favorite colors: Blue, green, black and purple. The purple must be in small amounts, though. On Raising Dad I had this freaking purple turtleneck that I wanted to burn with all the fires of hell.

Guitar color: RRRREEEEDDDD.

Favorite movie: Heathers

Favorite actors(currant): Ummmm….Viggo Mortensen. Hehehhehhh….oh, and Michael Rosenbaum.

Favorite actresses(currant): Angelina Jolie and Winona Ryder (FREE WINONA!!!!!)

Favorite shows: Smallville, South Park, The Osbournes. Oh, and ABFAB, of course, sweetie darling.

ACTUAL hair type: Very wavy. Had you fooled, didn’t I?

Currant book: The Phantom Tollbooth again. Oh, the memories….

Other languages: French. I’m losing my accent, though. I also don’t remember most of it…..hmmmm……

If I could take 5 things to a desert island..: A speedboat, bottled water, a cell phone, Viggo Mortensen and a boom box. Woo hoo!

I can’t go on. I love you all, I hope you got some answers out of that. And Viggo, if you’re reading this…..I wish you were 18, man, I really do. Sigh…


August 13, 2002 at 04:33 PM

Good god. I just found

Good god. I just found out how old Viggo Mortensen is. Bye bye, Viggo…..helllooooooo, Hayden. Again. Also, I talked to Rich Cronin this evening, who guested on Raising Dad a while ago. He’s doing well, and is still as cool as ever. Yeah, Rich! Also, my currant favorite nail polish (besides the black Wet n’ Wild) is OPI “I’m not really a waitress”. How great is that? That’s pretty freaking great. It’s this really red red. A good way for red to be. But you have to put on three coats to really get the full effect. I just finished the third coat, so I’m typing with caution at the moment. Oh, guess what? Tomorrow, I’m getting a mohawk!!!!! Well, not really, but I am getting it cut a little. If you look at the pictures a few posts below, that was probably the longest my hair has ever been. The guy who was blow drying it straight for that shoot actually got an arm cramp afterward. Very tragic. If it isn’t horrendous split ends, it’s inflicting pain on innocent hair stylists. Oh, and I realized something today: being 16 is cool, but being 17 is better. So I have to wait 10 months. But…..nothing can be done about it, so I’m not going to give it another thought. Betsey, the master guitar, should be arriving soon, and I’m so excited!!!!!!! I’m not a very good drummer, as it turns out. But I’m still working on it. I refuse to give up.

Childhood story that I remembered today:

When I was about 7, I went on an “educational” (read: completely scarring) field trip with my little class to this historical estate in the country. When we got there, the big class activity was turning over the soil in this woman’s massive garden. It had absolutely NOTHING to do with history or learning, might I add. So there was this kid, let’s call him Satan. No, let’s call him Jack. So there was this kid, Jack, who was always chasing me around and calling me “worm head” and stuff like that. So I’m there, and he starts chasing me around with a huge rake and throwing things at me. So, when he finally caught up with me, I pulled his hood over his head, shoved it down the front of his shirt and stepped on both his feet. So he started howling and ran over to the teacher who made me churn butter as a punishment. I’m a peacemaker for the most part, but when someone is chasing you around with a huge fork, it’s time for action. He kept going at me even after that happened, though, so my best friend and I put Elmer’s glue on some cupcakes and tried to get him to eat them. But, not wanting him to actually die, I called it off.

I was a nutty little kid. For my Brownie troop’s Earth Day talent show, I rounded up some friends and
organized a detective skit, calling my character “Lexie Monroe”. The troop leader didn’t approve. We didn’t end up finishing it anyway, because we started laughing in the middle and couldn’t stop.

Good times…

Time for stage 4, because I have to get up early tomorrow.


August 14, 2002 at 11:04 PM

Betsey has landed…..

Betsey has landed…..

August 17, 2002 at 10:53 PM

Dearest You, YES! I finished

Dearest You,

YES! I finished cleaning and dusting my room. There are these white glove duster things that my mom gave me to use, and you just kind of sweep your hand across the tabletops and such. It’s great when you’ve got music playing, like a video. You can be listening to Coldplay or something and get all sad and swoosh your hand over the windowsills wisfully….yeah. Anyway, so the mitts worked. It was a big dustfest. Also, my guitar arrived at long last, and we had a nice bonding session. A nice loud bonding session. So, room clean, Betsey home, hair cut. Yeah, baby, yeah! It’s shorter than I’ve ever had it, like a little above my shoulders in the front and longer in the back. It’s rad, now I can actually turn my head without hitting myself in the face. Listening to Rooney, ahhhhh. I wrote 2 more songs yesterday, but I don’t know what to do with them. It’s not like, “Okay, I’m going to the studio with my band. Let’s make it happen!” I play guitar, I’m attempting drums, and I sing in the shower. I’d say that won’t really get me anywhere. I mean, I could always try to get a band together, I guess. I tried to in Philly, but it really didn’t work. I’m just going to keep writing and store the songs away for later. Who knows, right? Grrrrrrrrrrr…..wearing clear nail polish. I really am over-polishing. My mom even pointed it out. My room is like “Eau de Topcoat”. Rooney is good. I must attend el concerto el fasto before I el bursto. Also, surfing. I’m working on it. Why am I so ambitious all of a sudden? I’m usually like, “I’ll do it tomorrow.” and now I’m like, “seizo el dayo!!” Weird. Anyway, I still like Viggo Mortensen, even though he’s like 43. I’m sorry, but in Lord of El Ringo when he throws aside his hood and you see his face for the first time and he’s all rugged and that cleft in his chin is all glowing in the candle light….swoon swoon!!! I remember when I saw it for the first time, he did that and I was like, “muuaahhhhh….nyuunhhhggg….” and the “Who’s that lady” song was going off in my head……it was great.
Also, hi to all you cool people in England and Ireland…..I love you guys!!!!! And everywhere else of course. I’m kind of curious as to why the show’s still showing there since it’s….you know. Butter in a flamebroiler, you know what I’m saying? Not that I don’t like it, you know I do. Also, I don’t really know if anyone even comes to this website anymore, seeing as I’m super, super not on TV anymore. Well, until Scream Team comes out, but you know. I’m pretty sure I’m writing to myself at this point. I wouldn’t be surprised. Typing to myself vs. talking to myself….it’s all good. Sleep is good too.

El Katto (I’ll stop doing that now)

August 19, 2002 at 12:29 AM

Ooooo and Scotland too….heh

Ooooo and Scotland too….heh

August 19, 2002 at 09:14 AM

+Cue bagpipes of regret+

+Cue bagpipes of regret+

August 19, 2002 at 09:15 AM

Best book ever: “The Pillow

Best book ever: “The Pillow Book” by Sei Shonagon. Freaking fascinating. I’m not kidding. And it’s real. It’s the journal of this woman, Sei Shonagon, who’s a lady in waiting to the Empress in 11th century Japan. Woman were not allowed to keep journals back then, but somehow it survived and was translated. Booya! It’s great, but if you get bored in the middle (I did……), KEEP GOING. Seriously. You’ll be so glad that you finished it. It’s really amazing that men in 11th century Japan were the same degree of piggishness that men still are today. It’s timeless, as you’ll find out. Look, I’m sorry. I know that there are wonderful guys out there, because I have many fantastic guy friends who I love to death. I’ve simply found that you can’t walk down the street in a tee shirt without freaking getting hooted at. It’s ridiculous. Lots of girls like to be noticed, but not assaulted with your eyes, got it? If you really like a girl, go up and talk to her like a normal person instead of turning into an owl on crack. Hey, I got some jeans today. I know that bellbottoms have been “out” for like 5 years, but I love them. Bootcut looks like crap on me, so I’m just going disco inferno from now on. Just try and stop me, Cosmogirl! Just try and stop me! Bwahahahahaaaa!!!! No, I’m kidding. But bells are nice. I also had to cut my nails short because I couldn’t play “C” properly. Nightmare. But the time I spent growing them would be roughly equal to the time it would take to re-work “Communication Breakdown”, so I’ll take my chances.


August 23, 2002 at 04:54 PM

Awesome freaking day, man!! Okay,

Awesome freaking day, man!!

Okay, so I bumped into Ned from Rooney and Sam from Phantom Planet at the movies today and had a little heart attack. I did actually go over and talk to them, and they were both incredibly cool guys. I was just like, “I love your band, and I love YOUR band.” Ughhh….I felt really stupid and dorky. I also think I may have been shaking a little, which I regret, but it really couldn’t be helped. Yeah, so I just thought I’d say that. That was really great, because as you guys know, Phantom Planet and Rooney are two of my very favorite bands. And, naturally, I was dressed like a madman. My bellbottoms, oversized blue tee, brown boots, red belt with scottie dogs on it, hair completely wild, and big olive newsboy cap. I’m surprised they didn’t take off running. Very nice people anyway. Also, I saw Simone. SUPER good. Al Pacino is, in fact, god. Yeah. Anyway, I’m going, I just wanted to update you all.

Yeah, Ned and Sam! I’m not a TOTAL nutcase, really! (Shhhhh..)


August 26, 2002 at 09:32 PM

Look, the archives!! Ooooo…… Purple…..oooooo…..

Look, the archives!! Ooooo……


Anyway. Has anyone seen Labyrinth? Best. Movie. Ever. I forgot to add it to my favorite movie list, so here it is. David Bowie, as if you need another excuse to worship him, is THE MAN. He’s also really fabulous with long capes and glittery eyeliner. In the movie. Jennifer Connelly is really good, and there’s a scene where she’s trying to get through the labyrinth so she takes out some lipstick and makes little arrows on the ground with it. Little secret: I tried for a while to get that lipstick, because it was a really hot color. I found out later (like, when I was 12) that pinkish-orange tones look like grade A craptacular on me. See the movie if you haven’t. Also, an excitement storm is rumbling in the distace….plastic pillow! I have one, do YOU?

Ignore me.


August 27, 2002 at 10:58 PM

Dear you, So, the “last”

Dear you,

So, the “last” episode of Raising Dad aired tonight. (I say “last” because I don’t know if it’s going to keep re-running) I laughed. I cried. I exfoliated. Actually, I stood up and cheered for 10 seconds and then went to brush el teetho. Announcement: I can NOT believe I met Ned and Sam. Woo! I was listening to The Guest today and I was just overwhelmed by Phantom Planet love. It almost makes me want to design some “I heart Phantom Planet” shirts and attack Alex with smooooochezz while he’s singing “All Over Again”. Is that weird? So, amazing news!!!! iPod!! It’s so amazing. You see, when I fly places I always carry my shoulder bag and it weighs a TON because of my CDs and the player. You have no idea. Even when I like, NARROW them down, it still kills. So now, with this freaking iPod, I don’t need them!!! They’re ALL IN IT. It’s beautiful. You know what else is beautiful? Alex Greenwald. It’s the hair, I’m telling you, it’s the hair. I melt for that hair. But he’s also really good. If he wasn’t, I perhaps wouldn’t like him at all. But he is, and I do. They’re so freaking great.

Oh my GOD, I’m such a teenage girl!

See, here is my problem. I love writing. And I really love writing when I know someone’s reading it (I wuv you guys), especially when I’m just rambling on about my life, eyeliner, etc. But in the back of my mind, I’m always thinking, “don’t write about people you like because they might read this someday and hate you.” And THEN I’m thinking, “wait. They don’t read this, they’re gorgeous, with LIVES. Go ahead.” So I do. See what I’m saying? It’s an ongoing problem. So this is IT. Alex, I love you, and that’s the end. Actually, I love Sam too, what a nice guy. And poofy lips, YOW! Oh my gooodddd……I’m stopping, this is the end. From now on, it’s back to rambling on various topics, music, blah, that’s it. Okay? Yes.





August 30, 2002 at 10:43 PM


And now, a poem. CARS.

And now, a poem.

CARS. –kat.dennings

Cars are cool
cars are hot
in a swimming pool
or a parking lot
when I’m sad
or feeling bad
cars put me back where I star-TAD (haha)
when I see a cool car pass me by
I feel a tear well in my eye
because no matter how I strive
I’m still not old enough to drive.


Actually I am old enough, I just wanted the poem to be wistful. I was inspired by this amazing car I saw today, orange with big white racer stripes on it. It looked like……orange stripey heaven, really. I’d name it “Creamsicle” if it were mine. Or maybe “Spinal Tap”. Or “Hobbes”. I have a stuffed tiger named Hobbes. I also have a monkey named Sergio. I met a hairdresser named Sergio once, I totally thought he was kidding. I was like, “hahahaha, I’m Fabio, nice to meet you.” I felt really bad, but it was funny. So, I caught part of the VMAs, and I can NOT believe that they did the whole The Hives against The Vines thing. And I’d also like to point out that The Hives lead singer is smokin. He’s like a ferret. Do you know what I mean? Like, he’s smokin in a ferret kind of way. Ferrets kind of creep me out, though. I wouldn’t want to be a ferret. My friend thought for the longest time that the correct way to pronounce “ferret” was “Fer-RAY”. It was so great.

skcor yenooR,


September 04, 2002 at 06:51 PM

Hey, remember when I caught

Hey, remember when I caught my lips in the water dispenser? It was like, “Wow. Kat couldn’t possibly get any more stupid.” Well, I’ve topped myself:

Last night, at about midnight, I decided to paint my nails. So I got out some 99 cent red and tried to open it. The top came off, leaving this little hard plastic thing that was still attached to the bottle. So I was trying to get it, and it just wouldn’t come off. I didn’t want to get the pliers because people were sleeping, so I tried to open it with my eyelash curler. That didn’t work, so I kept at it until my fingers went numb. It was taking me so long that I actually started watching Moulin Rouge while I did it. Presently, I looked down to discover that my hand was bleeding, so I stopped. So then I got this OTHER red polish (FYI: If I decide that I want to do something, by Jove, I will find a way to do it, even if it kills me.) and tried to open it, and THAT one didn’t work either! By this time, it was 1 am, my hand was dying a slow fiery death, and I was kind of pissed off. So I had no choice but to throw the amp off the cliff, if you know what I’m saying. BUT! Tonight I bit the bullet and pliered the hell out of that thing, and I WILL polish my nails if it’s the last thing I do.

Just thought I’d write about that, because it was kind of painful. My hand will never be the same.


September 08, 2002 at 09:47 PM

“In three words I

“In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.”

—-Robert Frost

September 11, 2002 at 11:54 AM

Hi guys, sorry I haven’t

Hi guys, sorry I haven’t written in a while, I’ve had a lot of business. And I don’t mean prostitutes. As I listen to the five different car alarms going off outside my window, I ponder the nuances of life. I don’t know what I’m talking about, I’m in a big hurry. I have somewhere to go, amazingly. But before I go, I have to tell you about the dream I had last night. I dreamt that I got a wire hanger stuck in my rib cage and Viggo Mortensen was trying to help me get it out, and then this drag queen came along and dissolved it with some nail polish remover. Interpret as you will.


September 17, 2002 at 10:44 AM




Wow, would you look at that? It’s October already! Wow, time sure does fly. HAHAHAHAAAA! *lone wolf howls*
Okay, I’m sorry. I’m truly sorry for all the non-posts I have non-posted. I’m sure I have a really good excuse. *lone wolf wanders away* Alright, well, I don’t actually HAVE one, but I’ll think of something. Let’s see…..the Disney movie is coming up, if anyone wants to see it. In other news: shoes are nice. But I digress. HALLOWEEN!!!! IT’S SNEAKING UP LIKE A TOASTER!!!!!!!
Even if I have nowhere to go, I’m still dressing up. I don’t care. It’s my favorite holiday on the PLANET!! I’m not exactly sure what to be this year, though. I have a few ideas. Oh! And grasshoppers, those things are freaking scary! There was one on this wall, and I walked by it and it was just sitting there, chirping. And they can FLY, too. Really creepy. When I was in PA a while ago, I was cleaning my room and I felt something weird on the back of my neck, so I put my hand up and it was A HUGE SPIDER!!! Oh….MY GOD! I don’t know if you’ve ever had the pleasure of a two foot long arachnid taking a rest on your neck, but it’s not exactly a hampster run, if you know what I’m saying! So I flung it off and screamed like a maniac. You know in Ferris Bueller, when Jeanie runs into Mr. Rooney in the kitchen and she kicks him and runs off screaming? It was like that. NOTE: Jesse Spencer. Yeah, baby!! I watched “Neighbours” a lot when I was In Canada, and I had a huge thing for him. I have since rekindled it. Oh, and speaking of LOOOVE, Jensen Ackles. He’s on Dawson’s now! He’s such a genius. And gorgeous. Someone give THAT casting director a Swiss Colony beef log for a job well done!

Well, I’m going, but I promise to update more often from now on!


October 03, 2002 at 11:56 AM

Remember my “I-hate-guys” thing? It’s

Remember my “I-hate-guys” thing? It’s baaaaaaack. I won’t say what dug it up, but it was quite the eye-opener. Bloody hell. There is only ONE guy who is not completely horrible. Two, maybe. Three at the most. Maybe four. And guess who’s not seeing Rooney tonight? Me! This day sucks! I think I’ll crawl into a shoebox and wimper myself to sleep. Yes, that sounds fun.


October 05, 2002 at 11:39 PM

NEWS!!! I’ve gotten a bunch

NEWS!!! I’ve gotten a bunch of requests for a mailing address for you guys to send stuff to (letters, fashion tips, money, firemen calenders, etc.), so here it is!

9465 Wilshire Blvd. Suite 335
Beverly Hills, CA 90212

Make sure you write “For Kat Dennings” somewhere in view. I can’t promise to reply, but I can promise to read them. Although I seriously doubt anyone will write in. Love you anyway!


October 09, 2002 at 11:55 AM

*funeral march of guilt* I

*funeral march of guilt*

I just killed a fly with my bare hands. Actually, with a comic book. I really didn’t want to, because I hate doing that, but there are so many flies in here, it’s getting ridiculous. I’ve been kind of batting them away or ushering them to the window, but this one was RIGHT THERE. It was swift and humane, I assure you. Anyway, Halloween is KILLING ME!!! I cannot believe how bad I’m being about it this year. I’m always so organized! I usually PLAN for these things!!

Oh my god!

You guys, that fly is ALIVE! It’s moving! IT HAS A WILL TO LIVE! I can’t believe this! It’s hopping around on the ground where I whacked it with my Foxtrot book! Wait, where did it go? Oh, there it is. I just blew on it and it scurried away. I think it’s wounded, though, because it’s not flying. I hope it’s not paralyzed. Oh no, I wonder if I should put it out of its misery? Or should I leave it alone?
I just blew on it again and it just kind of lifted its wing a tiny bit. Okay, I’m going to go throw it out the window in a sort of rapturous one-with-nature Enya in the background fly fly away sort of thing.


October 14, 2002 at 08:21 PM

NEWS! I saw Nicholas Cage

NEWS! I saw Nicholas Cage tonight! He was in this restaurant, and I was there, and it was exciting! He looked cool. Like, smooth. Way to go, Nick! Yeah, so that was pretty cool. Also, I don’t know why I wrote that much about the fly killing. Sorry about that. Hey, you know those mint strip things? Good LORD, they’re strong! I tried one and it made my eyes water and I was batting at my face like a cat. It was probably very funny. I mean, they work, but they’re too minty for me. However, I like Altoids. They’re awesome. I was eating whole tins of them when kissing time came on Raising Dad. God, that was stressful. The kissing, I mean. The guys were great (heheheh), but the kissing was weird. You know. Cameras, people, the boom (giant mic) over the head. I don’t want to talk about this, why did I bring it up? I don’t know. Hey, you want to know something funny? When I first got AIM and I was learning how to use it, I actually started a chat room with myself and had like, heated discussions. I’d like to say that it was some sort of acting thing, but it wasn’t. I was having a chat with myself. I only hope that I’m not the only one who did that. I don’t do it anymore, though. *Lone wolf howls*


Love, Kat

October 15, 2002 at 11:44 PM

I know this sucks. BELIEVE

I know this sucks. BELIEVE me.

October 21, 2002 at 04:00 PM

Hi there, probably-just-my-friends-and-family-because-nobody-reads-this-anymore, I just

Hi there, probably-just-my-friends-and-family-because-nobody-reads-this-anymore,

I just got a flu shot. I really, really hate needles. I don’t even have my ears pierced, for crying out loud! I mean, three seconds of mild pain is better than getting the flu, but couldn’t they at least turn away when they do that squeezy liquid tester thing? I HATE that. God, I really love Viggo Mortensen. You know, in Canada they don’t have that pesky minor-with-non-minor-is-bad law. Maybe Viggo and I could run, run, run away to Canada together. But Canada’s frickin’ freezing. Then again, I would have Viggo to keep me warm. You know, Orlando Bloom is also gorgeous. He could be our butler. There was a nice looking guest star on Smallville tonight, also! This is like beautiful man day! But I don’t even know who he is. All I really know about him is that he had to wear one of those flamboyant ruffled pirate shirts. The thing is, he was working it! As far as I’m concerned, Johnny Depp is the only person in the world who has ever worn one of those and gotten away with it, but this kid’s a close second. He looked kind of like Vincent Kartheiser mixed with Josh Hartnett, which is fiiiiiine with me. Hey, I haven’t talked about Vincent Kartheiser yet! He’s awesome. His voice reminds me of what a snake would sound like if it could purr. It’s my favorite thing about him. Oh god, I’m such a stalker. I’m going to go disco the night away now!


Get a flu shot while you can. It’s worth it, despite all my whining.

October 23, 2002 at 12:43 AM

It is exactly 12:00am now.

It is exactly 12:00am now. Amazing. Anyway, here is my costume situation:

Blonde wig
Butterfly wings

The end. Hey, I’m having one of those bottled emotion days, you know what I mean? I feel like a can of soda that fell down a lot of stairs, and some kid is about to open my tab, can-wise, but then the kid decides that he/she doesn’t want soda, so now I’m sitting on the counter wanting to explode but I can’t because that punk kid can’t make up his/her mind! Do you ever feel like that? Am I over sharing? Yes, I think I am. By the way, soda is bad. Don’t let Britney fool you, she didn’t get that bod from endorsing soda! Oh my god, cabin fever, cabin fever! I’m going to go to sleep now.


October 30, 2002 at 12:41 AM


Webmaster here. Kat’s iBook is

Webmaster here. Kat’s iBook is in the shop, so she won’t be posting for a couple of days. Two more news items: First, by popular demand, a message board is coming soon. Really. Second, an oft-asked question from email goes to the tune of “Does Kat Dennings really write these entries?” Well, uh…

November 06, 2002 at 02:34 PM

Yes, that is a laser

Yes, that is a laser tag helmet, yes, I look like crap in those pictures, yes, the sign I am holding says “ HA!”, yes, I was very ill when those were taken so maybe that’s why I look so gross, and yes, my iBook is feeling just fine, thanks for asking. I bumped into the fantastic Samm Levine today, which was super cool, and I met his very nice friend, Eric, which was also cool. So much coolness! Anyway, the hair is COMING OFF!! YESSSS!!!! Well, not really. A little bit. I just get really excited whenever I get a haircut. Or trim, really. Anyway, my friend got me this bag from China, and I wore it out today. I LOVE IT. Thank you, you. And speaking of cool Chinese stuff, go to You won’t be sorry. You know who else won’t be sorry? Oliver Hudson. Because he’s cuuute.


November 07, 2002 at 09:02 PM

For some reason, my computer

For some reason, my computer says that it’s 2:00am on January 11th, 1970. Hmm. I don’t know what to make of it. I also don’t know what time it is. And that’s a problem, because I have no internal clock. Anyway, it rained today and people were like, “AAAAAHHH!! WHAT’S HAPPENING?!? RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!!” Seriously. It’s as if these people never lived on the East coast. But I guess I’ve also gotten a little spoiled by all this sunshine stuff. I’m just happy that I can wear this cool peacoat I got! Yes! Today was actually the first day I’ve really gone out since my highly dramatized sickness. It was very nice. And I think it’s time for me to get better, because I saw this really cute guy in the bookstore and I couldn’t lure him in properly because my voice is still all weird. Not that I’d do any ACTUAL luring. The thing with me is, if I see a guy I think is attractive, I’ll either get all giggly and stupid or really quiet and shy. This guy today was really cute in that cool artsy way, and that tends to send me reeling toward the nearest potted plant or bookshelf behind which to hide. Get what I’m saying? If the guy is really……I don’t know. If he’s all sure of himself and confident I’ll either start giggling behind my hand and turn completely red, or I’ll rise to the occasion and try to outwit him with my….wits. Only once in a blue moon will I have a discussion with a really cute guy and be able relax to the point where I can actually relate to him like a normal person. Well, maybe not NORMAL. Like myself. Which is never quite normal, I can honestly say. And not always in a good way. I could write further on that, but my example boy might actually read this and………that would be bad. Wait, he won’t read this. Or WILL he? Oh well. I’ll say this: I was having a good conversation with a REALLY cute and nice guy, and the second that there was the slightest lull in the conversation, I, afraid that he’d lose intrest, blurted out THE most embarrassing story EVER. It did get his attention, but I really wish I hadn’t told him THAT one. Oh god, I’m dying just typing about it. And WHY am I typing about it?? Anyway, short story short, I’m a complete antisocial fruitcake. And when I’m not antisocial, I’m a big flirty stupidhead. It’s actually kind of tragic. Okay well, I’m going to go, because I’m not making myself feel any better with all this “I suck” talk.


November 09, 2002 at 11:20 PM

Wow, the archives finally work!

Wow, the archives finally work! Thanks, Webmaster! And the hair is cut, baby!! It’s way shorter than I’ve had it. Shoulder grazing. I LOVE it. I can move my head now! And I went back to the bookstore today to see if that guy was there again, but he wasn’t. And I even wore my new pointy shoes, which hurt, but they looked good. And NO ONE was there to seeeee theeeemmmmm!!!! Rrrrrrr….well, I wouldn’t imagine that he’d actually notice my shoes. Most guys don’t. Heh, SOME guys don’t, anyway. Actually, nobody would notice them because they were hidden by my way too long pants. That sentence was grammatically incorrect. But I’m too lazy to fix it, because I’m weakened from the shoes. Come to think of it, why did I wear those shoes if they weren’t going to show anyway? I’m at a loss with myself. (Dance break! “Sometimes I feel I’ve got to *clap clap* run away, I’ve got to *clap clap* get away from the pain you drive into the heart of me”) Anyway, I went to the mall the other day and I found this great present for my mom. Unfortunately, she was there with me, and so I made her pay for it and swore to pay her back once I could stop mooching around and get a real job. I also made her promise to forget that I got it for her so I could surprise her with it later. It’s really good, too. But if I write what it is in here, she might read about it and forget to forget. So I’ll say this…’s warm and fuzzy. But it’s not a puppy. I really wish it were a puppy, though. If I had a puppy, I’d name it Bailey. I was actually discussing puppy names with my friend not too long ago, and the name Bailey just popped into my head. It must be fate! Fate was like, “thou shalt name your puppy Bailey.” And then, Fate said, “thou shalt also not wear painful shoes just to impress some random guy you like from a bookstore.” Needless to say, I wore the shoes, and I still don’t have a puppy. Actually, I’m thinking of getting some sort of pet later this year. I don’t know. I’m still scarred from the untimely deaths of my parakeet and rabbit last year. My rabbit’s name was Bunny and my bird’s name was Luna. I can only hope that Bunny and Luna are frolicking together through the fields of animal heaven. And maybe hocking loogies at passing rodents. Just kidding. Rodents are cool. Except sewer rats. Those are freaky. This one time in New York, I was walking back to Penn Station after an audition, and it was raining and I looked to my right and I saw this HUGE rat crawling along in the shadows. My first instinct was to feed it, but then it made this loud screeching noise and I decided against it. Um, anyway. Before I go, I’d like to add that I was in the drugstore today and Star Wars was playing on a little monitor. Or as I like to call it, Hayden Wars. I found it uplifting. And I’m also fighting the urge to buy the DVD, because I know that if I do they’ll come out with a super special DVD set, like with Lord Of The Rings. I still can’t believe I caved and got the normal one even when I KNEW that the four disc set was coming! Although, if I actually got that one, nobody would ever see or hear of me again. Perhaps it’s for the best.


November 14, 2002 at 09:05 PM

If Christina Aguilera doesn’t start

If Christina Aguilera doesn’t start putting some clothes on, she’s going to give people the wrong idea.

November 16, 2002 at 08:43 PM

Today I was sitting in

Today I was sitting in a waiting room and I had been sitting there for an hour, and there was candy everywhere. I was trying with every fiber of my soul NOT to eat the candy, so I decided to try to get a really relaxing song stuck in my head to distract me. It worked a little too well, and after a while I started to fall asleep. But then I was jolted awake by a very nice lady who said, “you must be bored to death!!” I lifted my head off my knees and said, “yes, actually.” And so she waved at a bowl of M&Ms and said, “well, there’s lots of candy! Help yourself!” And so I smiled very politely and told her that I was trying really hard not to, and she kind of tutted and walked away. Over the next 20 minutes I slipped into a rather advanced state of ennui, which slowly turned into a whopping case of cabin fever. And it became so bad that I began to chew on my handbag to relieve the tension. I did get some weird looks from the receptionists, but I just smiled wanly at them and they went away. I got this great dark green velvet jacket for 8 dollars at a flea market the other day, SCORE! It’s a little big in the waist and short in the arms, but I love it and I’m never taking it off. I’m not sick anymore but yesterday I had some weird sushi that decided to HATE ME, so I had to leave my friends in the middle of a movie so that I wouldn’t barf on them. I was a wreck, it was midnight and I was calling my mom to come pick me up from the movies and I felt really stupid doing it. But this is actually something that you guys should keep in mind. Anytime something shady is going down, don’t think that you can’t get out of it. Even if you think you’ll look stupid. Even if it’s the smallest HINT of discomfort. It’s still better than throwing up all over your friends. So to speak. But do you get what I’m saying? Don’t feel stupid about your instincts. God, my shoulder hurts, what did I do to it?? It could be from throwing all those rocks at the bookstore window to make that guy to talk to me. Just kidding.


November 18, 2002 at 11:11 PM

Music I am listening to

Music I am listening to RIGHT NOW:

Beck – “O Maria”
The Modern Lovers – “She Cracked”
The Beatles – “Real Love”
The White Stripes – “St. James Infirmary Blues”
The White Stripes – “I’m Finding It Harder To Be A Gentleman”
Smashing Pumpkins – “Stand Inside Your Love”
The Hives – “Die, All Right!”
The Beatles – “Good Day Sunshine”

Woo hoo! Have I said that Beck is GOD? Cause he is. And…..that’s cool. I have nothing else to say. Except that South Park is funny, and that Gael Garcia Bernal is the man of my dreams. Gael, if you’re reading this: please marry me. Also, is that you in that Levi commercial? I’m amazed that they got “Playground Love” for that. Wasn’t it written for The Virgin Suicides? Didn’t that totally cost Levi a huge amount of money? Okay, I’m going to stop talking now. Or typing, as it is.


I think you should get a hold of some of those songs. You won’t be sorry.

November 21, 2002 at 09:42 PM

I recieved a packet of

I recieved a packet of letters from you guys last week, so the mailing address works, and I just want to say…..


Seriously, I was in SHOCK. Why you like me, I really don’t know, because I’m annoying. I won’t name names, but I would like to give a shout out to the person who took the time to burn me some cds. That’s just so cool. And I really like them, too! Wow, so, thank you all. I can’t even tell you how amazing it is that people actually took time to write in. I must admit, I misted up a little when I realized what the packet was. And then I started screaming “MAAAAAIIIIIIILLLLL!!!! I GOT MAAAAAAAIIIIILLLLL!!!!” *Cartman voice* I love you guys. I also love Viggo Mortensen.


November 26, 2002 at 11:33 PM

Happy Turkey Day! Or, in

Happy Turkey Day! Or, in my case, Happy Tofu Day!

Spead the cheer.


November 28, 2002 at 01:32 PM

Bonjour, ma petite moulins. I

Bonjour, ma petite moulins.

I just said, “Hello, my little windmills”, in case you were wondering. I’m not going to have the internet for a little while, so don’t despair if I don’t write in for a bit, HAHAHA. I hope you all had a nice Thanksgiving and………..gave some thanks. You know. Okay, well, I’m going to leave you now, but there is some excitement rumbling in the distance. Au revoir, ma petite fromages!


November 29, 2002 at 10:08 AM


HI! SO sorry I haven’t


SO sorry I haven’t written, but I’m in another state at the moment. And not as in another state of mind, as in another STATE. But I’m not going to tell you where I am because I’m feeling saucy. Bwahahaaa! Annnnnyway….I saw Mermaids on TV for the billionth time last night. Have I mentioned how much better Cher looked before all of that hip removal? Oh, and I also watched some 90210, which I found hilarious. I’m in a really good mood for some reason. It might just be THE LORD OF THE RINGS SUPER *SUPER* SPECIAL EDITION DVD THAT I GOT! YESSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!! I love Viggo. And Elijah Wood is so freaking cute. I saw The Two Towers trailer again and clapped when it was over. But I was in my room, so I guess it didn’t really make a difference. Hey, remember Beanie Babies? Remember how people were all serious and you’d go to someone’s house and they’d have five million of them in little display cases? Oh my god, that was so lame. I mean, they’re cute or whatever, but really. NOTHING came of all that! Do you see any Beanie Baby dealers anywhere? NO. *lone wolf howls* But it’s not like I did any of that stuff. I only bring it up because I saw this cute unicorn one yesterday that reminded me of the one Donnie’s sister had in Donnie Darko. Have you seen that yet? See it now. Also, see Mermaids while you’re at it. Winona Ryder is the coolest ever. Alright well, I’m going to go, but excitement is mounting.


December 08, 2002 at 10:45 AM

Life blows. Moving on, I’m

Life blows.

Moving on, I’m back in California and I saw The Two Towers the day it came out, baby!!!!! And Viggo is a genius. A genius beyond geniosity(hehhehehhh…). He’s all……fantastic. And yes, Elijah Wood is is growing on me. When I was around 9 I used to watch North all the time and I was convinced that Elijah was my adolescent prince charming. Sigh. And TTT was 3 hours, right? I personally thought it flew by a TAD too fast for my liking. God, I’m wound up, what’s my problem? I think I’m going to go get some books or some music or something. If anyone from D&G reads my weblog, please send me that plaid strapless dress I saw in the mall last month. Or maybe just the plaid bustier top thingie. I love plaid, it’s kind of my new thing. I was at this thrift store last week and I got this kickass taffeta dress from the 30s that’s this cool dark brown and blue plaid. It roooocccckkkkssss…….and you know what really bothers me? When people say “[blank] rocks my socks.” I mean, come on. But you know, “geniosity” isn’t exactly the greatest display of wordage, so maybe I should just zip it. Anyway, happy holidays, yo. But don’t forget the true meaning of Christmas: Vegetarianism.

Tofu–the other white meat.

I’m kidding. Well, not really, but you know. Giving, better than receiving, o holy night, menorah, yadda yadda yadda. Yay, holidays!


December 20, 2002 at 11:40 AM

I have a comment. Several,

I have a comment. Several, actually. I want to get my left ear cartilage pierced and no one is letting me. Apparently, and correct me if I’m wrong, when you pierce cartilage the hole never closes. So you’re left with a hole in your ear forever. The funny thing is, I don’t have the earlobe part of my ears pierced so I’d just have the ring at the top. I still think it’ll work. Not that I’m enforcing random piercings or anything, believe me. I mean, you saw the fuss I made over getting a flu shot, for crying out loud! The thing that prompted my studwont (think about it. “stud” as in ear stud, “wont” as in Old English “desire”. It totally works.) was a kind of horrific experience, not the sterotypical I’m-artistically-supressed-so-I’m-gonna-stab-myself-in-the-ear-with-a-creepy-looking-nail-gun-at-the-mall kind of thing. Ugh, I think I’m starting to talk myself out of it. ANYWAY, Greek mythology is cool. And so is Orlando Bloom. He’s the perfect mixture of “gorgeous” and “British” and “gorgeous”. By the way, I’m sorry for the lack of writing lately. The internet decided to hate me for the rest of my life so we had to get it fixed. Hey, remember when phone numbers didn’t have the area codes in front when you dialed them? It seems like so long ago…..sigh. All this talk of area codes is making me feel old. BUT NOT OLD ENOUGH TO DATE ORLANDO! WHY, GOD, WHY??!??!?? I’m driving myself nuts. I’m going to go watch “Heathers” again.


December 21, 2002 at 12:10 PM

Tis the day before Christmas

Tis the day before Christmas
and all through the house
not a creature is stirring
except for a mouse
because everyone else in the household, it seems
is out for the 3rd time seeing Lord of The Reeeengs!

Actually, I only saw it that one time. But I thought it sounded festive. Nothing to celebrate the season like a big fat lie! And remember: TOFU IS THE TRUE MEANING OF CHRISTMAS.


December 24, 2002 at 10:14 AM

Guess what I just got???

Guess what I just got??? A FAKE EAR STUD!! YEAH, BABY! What I’m going to do is wear it every day and night for a month, and if I still like it after all that time I WILL DO IT FOR REAL. So I now have a fake ring and a fake stud to use. I can alternate. Eeeeeexcellenttt. Anyway, I hope you guys had a fun, hooker free Christmas. That was a shout out to someone who I doubt is reading this, but hello anyway, G. And I also hope that much tofu was consumed, and that many a cow and turkey alike is alive and well, frolicking gaily through the green meadows of their respective pastures. I can hear them now……*Moooo…..moooo…..yeeeehhhhaaawwwww!*
*Gobble gobble gobble…..yeah, baby!!!* Alright. Well, I think it’s time for some lyrical relief.

not a souuuuuuunnnnnnndddd from the paaaaaaaavvvvvveeemmmmmeeeeennnnttttt
has the moooooooooon lost her mmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeemmmmmmmmmorrrrryyyyyy
she is smiiiiiiiiiiiiilllllllllinnnnnnggggggg alllllllllloooooooooonnnnnnnnneeeeeeeee
iiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnn the laaaaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmppppliiiiiiiiiiiiight
the withered leeeeeeeeaves cooooolllllleeecccccctt at my feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeetttttttttt
something something something…..

Yes. So anyway, merry Xmas.


December 27, 2002 at 02:36 PM

Dude, so my ear stud

Dude, so my ear stud FELL OUT and was never seen again. And I can’t find the ring one either! I’m sad over this. But I’ll get another one, it was only five bucks. Anyway, it’s the eve of the new year and you know what that means…..RESOLUTIONS! This year I resolve:

to go to France, to meet Elijah Wood/Viggo/Orlando Bloom/all the Rooney guys/Hayden Christensen/Fab from The Strokes/whoever I forgot/Alex Greenwald and convince him that we’re soulmates, to resist the urge to cut my hair like Shannyn Sossamon because she has fantastic bone structure and I don’t, to get my freaking permit already and then get a car and to learn how to DJ. I’m sure there’s more, but I can’t think of anything.

Happy New Year!


December 31, 2002 at 11:38 AM



Okay, so, cricket repellent. Useful

Okay, so, cricket repellent. Useful to repel crickets. They’re EVERYWHERE. I was sitting in my room listening to music this morning and I looked over and there was this HUGE cricket RIGHT THERE. So I freaked out and threw my sketchbook at it, and then experienced post-cricket-homicide guilt. But it got back at me from the grave because it’s still under my sketchbook and I want my sketchbook but I won’t pick it up. So I got this cricket repeller that’s this thing you plug into the wall and it sends out weird supersonic cricket repeller waves. But the thing is, I can hear it! I hear it buzzing! And it’s annoying! Oh, by the way, I have some weird cold. It feels like there’s a combat boot shoved down my throat. This is the second time in three months. I don’t usually get sick, it’s not fun. Anyway, Eddie Izzard is hilarious. I just thought I’d add that.


January 03, 2003 at 04:53 PM

AHAHAHAHAAAA….aha. I’ll get some pictures

AHAHAHAHAAAA….aha. I’ll get some pictures up here soon, I promise. I really have nothing interesting to say, but I’m going to write in because I CAN. Guess what? I’m going to make a demo of myself playing drums, playing guitar, DJing and singing. And handclaps. Don’t forget the handclaps. ALL ME. How freaking NUTS is that?? Don’t you love it?? Don’t answer that. I could be the new big musical genius of 2003. Until Phantom Planet makes another album and kicks me off the charts. But I’ve inspired myself, I’m going to go find my guitar. It’s in my room somewhere.


January 05, 2003 at 08:21 PM

I just bought Gear magazine

I just bought Gear magazine because Elijah Wood is on the cover. But I didn’t know what I was buying until I was in a diner and flipping through it and suddenly….naked lady pictures! I was like, “WHOA! Put that away!” And so this is what I’m thinking: If Gear is a guy mag with pictures and articles about…you know, naked ladies, then why is Elijah Wood on the cover? To lure innocent 16 year old girl Lord Of The Rings fans into buying a seemingly harmless magazine about Elijah “cutest genius ever” Wood and then BAM, girlie photos? What is that about. On the upside, Elijah Wood is cool. But quit it with the smoking, dude, I don’t care how blue your eyes are if your lungs are black…….okaaaaay, sorry, new topic. The topic is this: cream eye makeup remover is really flipping me out. It’s like this. You smear it all over your eyes and so your vision is blurry, which leaves you stumbling around looking for a tissue to wipe it off with, all the while with black eyeshadow all over your face and getting in your eyes, and it’s just not worth it. Or maybe I’m doing it wrong. But whatever. I’m wearing the same pair of jeans every day. But I have two pairs of the same ones, so I’m kind of alternating. I have to do laundry twice as often now, though, because they stretch out and the pair I’m wearing now is hanging off me because it’s two sizes too big anyway…..sigh. I’ve been weird this week, I’m very sorry. But I’m in a musical rut because all the radio stations rotate the same 7 songs over and over and they’re bad and I’ve listened to White Blood Cells so many times I’m beginning to hear “Hotel Yorba” in my sleep. Which isn’t bad, because I love The White Stripes, but I’ve been sick and when you have a pounding headache and Jack and Meg are thundering away in your stage 4 (or 2 or 3…) it’s kind of upsetting. On a fashion standpoint, I saw an episode of That 70s Show and Laura Prepon was wearing a really cute outfit that I’ve adopted as my “thing”. For today, anyway. Thanks, That 70s Show!


January 09, 2003 at 09:11 PM

I’m going to go buy

I’m going to go buy the Buffy season 3 DVD because life sucks.

January 12, 2003 at 10:59 AM



January 12, 2003 at 07:39 PM

Wow…..someone ELSE burned me a

Wow…..someone ELSE burned me a CD that I got the other day… know who you are. I really like “Punk Rock Princess”. I won’t elaborate, because…..I don’t know. But thank you buckets, I loooove the CD. Okay, moving onward. My hair. Bad. Buffy season 3. Not as good as 1 and 2. Why? Because Buffy got bangs! Damn your fringe, Sarah Michelle Gellar! But Faith is cool. I think I have a shirt she was wearing in one episode. Which is funny. Anyway, I don’t think I’ve talked about this before, but if you litter or do anything relating to not being very good to the planet which we habitate, I will hunt you down and wait for you to fall asleep and then impale you with my nail file. So watch it with the littering, got it? I threaten because I care. By the way, I saw The Hours yesterday. Very, very well acted, but otherwise about suicidal lesbians who have obviously never heard of Hayden Christensen or That 70s Show, which are the two best cures for sexual disorientation (no offense meant in any way) and/or depression. I think Topher Grace is cuuute.


January 16, 2003 at 10:31 AM

Okay, guys, the time has

Okay, guys, the time has come to address this whole fiasco with “Everwood”. I was hoping that I wouldn’t have to explain this thing, but something has come to my attention that demands it, so it’s spill time. Last month I was cast in the role of Laynie Hart, the younger sister of Colin Hart(played by Mike Erwin, who rocks). I went to Utah, filmed the first episode, and everything was great. Somehow, and I’m still not sure of what exactly happened, but The WB decided that I wasn’t “right for the role”, so they recast it, which is something weirdly typical to the process. I’ve spoken to many people from Everwood and everyone is very confused as to why and how this happened, but I’m sure it’s for the best. The upside is that I’ve made some really great friends and gotten the experience of freezing my ass off on top of a mountain with Greg Smith and Emily(nicest people on the planet). Anyway, the reason for all of this is that my friend sent me a link to a site which said that the reason they recast it was that I didn’t show up for the last few days of filming, which is TOTALLY, OUTRAGEOUSLY FALSE. And I have the pictures to prove it, sucka! So, I’m sorry for all the confusion and I hope this clears it up. But I would never, EVER blow off filming something, especially something as important and respected as Everwood. It’s truly a fantastic show and I seriously loved everyone I met. Anyway, in conclusion, THIS BLOWS, because I wanted to stay on the show, dammit!!!!! But that, my friends, is what really happened, cross my heart and swear on my honor as a former Brownie of America. But I’ve already got other things going, so it’s not like I’m done here.


P.S: I burned myself with my straightening iron for the THIRD TIME. I’m so outraged with myself. Also, I love you all.

January 17, 2003 at 06:58 PM

Alright, enough of that. Anyway,

Alright, enough of that. Anyway, I got a shirt that has a picture of a pig holding flowers and it says: “Please don’t eat me……I love you” on it. How amazing is that??? I wore it today to go shopping for groceries and I went around kind of leaning towards people in the meat aisle, hoping they’d read it, but nobody seemed to get the hint. But if you’re out with someone eating meat, you can use this easy solution: every time they go to take a bite, say “moo”. Or “oink”. It seems to do the trick. And then you can improvise with it. Like if they’re not affected by it, just go “MoooooOOOOO!!! Moooo!!! MOOOO!!!” And sound really pained and you can throw in a small, pathetic “M–oooo…..” and make little sniffling noises. Hee hee….good times. Anyway, the Superbowl was pointless. I only watched it until halftime and then I went for a walk. I’d actually get up in the middle of the game, and then I’d run back when the commercials started. Oh, and I watched Alias for the first time ever and I am HOOKED on it, by the way. Also, Chicago. If you haven’t seen it, go NOW. It’s so great. I did something very shameful yesterday that involved me shoving my cell number at someone through someone elses email. I am SHOCKED at myself. Anyway, I have to go now, but I shall el returno.


January 29, 2003 at 06:03 PM


Oh my god, it’s February

Oh my god, it’s February 1st! I’m so disoriented. By the way, I have really exciting stuff to say. I am not, however, saying it.

l love yoooooooooou,


February 01, 2003 at 10:30 AM

Question 1: What happens when

Question 1: What happens when you purchase a wall plug-in that repels crickets and makes a really loud buzzing noise?

Answer: The cricket leader, who you have angered, decides to sneak up on you when you’re vulnerable. Like, say, if you were cornered and in a towel with no means of defence except for your bare hands.

Question 2: What do you do, then?

Answer: You scream loudly and hop around for about two minutes, then you calm yourself down, and after pondering the situation, manage to anger it further by throwing a bar of soap at it. If it looks dead for a second, don’t worry, it’s not. You’ll know this because it will flip itself over and hop around and look really pissed.

Question 3: So then what?

Answer: So then you throw another bar of soap at it and for some reason, you’re the best pitcher ever. But you can’t be sure if it’s dead yet so you scream some more and eventually leap over it. Then you grab the third copy of Allure that you keep getting in the mail for some reason and throw it at the “disarmed” cricket. Then you run away.

February 08, 2003 at 09:48 PM

Dude, so it’s been raining

Dude, so it’s been raining like crazy for two days and there are worms EVERYWHERE. Not cool. Oh, and this morning I found like 500 ants crawling around my room and I had to whip out my hairspray to overcome them. What’s with all the bugs all of a sudden??

February 14, 2003 at 09:48 PM

Oh, I forgot. Valentine’s Day

Oh, I forgot. Valentine’s Day is a sick, twisted, murderous joke.


February 15, 2003 at 11:22 AM

Drama drama dramaaa…… I don’t

Drama drama dramaaa…… I don’t even know what I’m talking about. Actually, I do. But I’m not going into it right now. Have you seen Bladerunner? Yes, young Harrison Ford! Yes indeed!

February 21, 2003 at 08:51 PM

OH! MY! GOD! There is

OH! MY! GOD! There is SO MUCH going on!!!! I reeallly want to talk about it all, but I can’t. Please understand. Anyway, Rooney is exceeeelllleennnttt. I haven’t talked much about music lately, so I’ll put a list of stuff I’m listening to right now:

Dido: No Angel
The White Stripes: Everything.
David Gray(Grey?): White Ladder
Beck: Mutations
Coldplay: A Rush Of Blood To The Head
The Beatles: Rubber Soul
Phantom Planet: The Guest
David Bowie: Changes
Air: Moon Safari



February 26, 2003 at 02:03 PM

Fred Rogers died on Thursday.

Fred Rogers died on Thursday. He was the best damn neighbor anyone ever had. R.I.P, Mr. Rogers.


February 28, 2003 at 11:06 AM


Oh dear GOD. I’m not

Oh dear GOD. I’m not sure that I should be writing about this on here, but I think I have to before my head explodes. I was out shopping and I was talking to the guy who was helping me and then as I was leaving he STOPPED ME and ASKED ME OUT!!!! I was like, “ummmmmm…..what.” So it was a complete disater, because he was clearly too old for me (not that THAT’S ever stopped me before, though) and I didn’t, you know…..KNOW him, so I was just like “hehehehehhh….I’m gonna go.” And it was horrible because he was all decent but I just couldn’t run off and go out with him. Not unless he was Viggo Mortensen. And even then I might give it a good five seconds of thought before leaping into his arms. So the moral of the story, people, is this: The world of dating is your buffet. Except that when you go for the tofu, you must examine it closely because even if it LOOKS harmless, it might secretly be some crazy meat product that is disguised as tofu. Do you get what I’m saying? Make sure there’s no chicken on the veggie taco of love, if you know what I mean. Oh! I was at the bookstore again and I talked to Mr. Gorgeous!!! I was like, “how much is this book?” and he was all, “let me check.” It was so amazing. I tried to engage him with my hair flipping skills and then tried to talk to him normally but my lips ended up going numb so I just kind of pretended to hear my phone ring or something and ran off. Ohhhh dearie me. You know, I really REALLY REEEAAALLLLY hope that I will one day meet someone (Viggo) who I can actually talk to without dying. If you’ve been paying attention, you might have an inkling about the ONE time that’s happened. Wait, maybe more than once. No, I was dying inwardly for that second one. I think I’ll just go now.


March 09, 2003 at 08:15 PM

I’d like to say HAPPY

I’d like to say HAPPY 20TH BIRTHDAY to Taylor Hanson!!!!!

*Quiet weeping*

March 14, 2003 at 06:38 PM

I am giving up. GIVING

I am giving up. GIVING UP! Orlando Bloom is dating Kate Bosworth, the prettiest girl in the WORLD. This is the end.

March 16, 2003 at 04:33 PM

Did anyone watch ‘Punk’d’? That

Did anyone watch ‘Punk’d’? That was SO freaking hilarious!

Also, I start work on something very cool in a few weeks. I’d like to talk about it, but as I have learned(*cough cough Everwood cough*), you can never be completely sure about something. Once it’s filmed, I’ll fill you all in.

Wuv, Kat

March 19, 2003 at 06:38 PM

Oh my god, the stupidest

Oh my god, the stupidest thing in the world happened yesterday. I had been shopping earlier in the day and I got a SLIGHTLY low cut tank top. And I decided to wear it instead of what I had been wearing already, which was just a plain t shirt. So I went to the bookstore and I was looking through the magazines, and this guy went in front of me to get a magazine and the little card from it fell out onto my foot. And since it was on my foot I bent down to get it, TOTALLY INNOCENTLY, and then I gave it to him and he was all red and he said “THANKS!” and I was just like, “um, sure.” And he kept grinning at me and I was just like, “WHAT?!?” and then I realized! MY STUPID SHIRT which was low cut gave him a little more than his little subscription card! I was SO MAD. And that is why, ladies, you should NEVER do nice things for people. Just kidding. But if you’re in a charitable mood, dress accordingly. Thank you.

Love, Katttttttt

March 22, 2003 at 06:48 PM

Okay, Gael Garcia Bernal is

Okay, Gael Garcia Bernal is officially THE most gorgeous man in the UNIVERSE. Well, besides Viggo. And Elijah. And Hayden. OH! And Adrien Brody is AWESOME!!! I was cheering like a madman when he won, and I was near crying when he made his speech. He’s the man. Go on with your bad self, baby! Woooo!! But seriously, how hot is Gael. Way hot, that is the answer!


March 23, 2003 at 09:30 PM

DUDE. Craziness!!!! All shall become

DUDE. Craziness!!!! All shall become clear very, very soon. I’m not going into details, but I have a very awesome new pilot for a very awesome network happening, so yay! We have an amazing cast and everyone is really, really nice. I’m super excited. And now, my updated playlist.

Frou Frou— Super mellow. I’ve been listening to it to go to sleep.
Zero 7— English electronica band, very interesting stuff. I’m addicted.
Coldplay— Ditto for sleeping, but an amazing band for daytime also!!
50 Cent
Smashing Pumpkins— Actually, I’m just listening to “Stand Inside Your Love” over and over.

And other stuff, but nothing comes straight to mind right now. I’ll update when I think of more. I’m a huge dork, by the way. I’m not telling you what happened because I actually spent some money on my dorkiness. I’ve crossed the line from regular dorkiness to full fledged dorkiness. And it involves replicas……I’m stopping now.


P.S: I would like to say a HUGE thank you to the gorgeous Leanna who has made a totally FREAKING AWESOME fanlisting for me. Girl, I love you!!! And to the people who have signed up so far: WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?? Haha, I love you.

Here’s the link:


March 29, 2003 at 06:56 PM


I am so watching the

I am so watching the ‘Are You Hot?’ finale. I don’t care how creepy it is. Also, KROQ has been playing basically every song on Elephant. I love KROQ. For you guys who don’t know what KROQ is, it’s the California “rock” station. And Elephant is The White Stripe’s new album. But you knew that!

Love, K-Rock

April 05, 2003 at 01:32 PM

Mucho excitemento! Excitement en masse!

Mucho excitemento! Excitement en masse! El piloto is going fantastically le well. Da!

April 08, 2003 at 07:53 PM


WE’RE FINISHED, YO! I just got home from filming the pilot, which is called The Snobs and it’s on FOX. And it’s frickin fantastic, if I do say so myself. So everybody watch it! I wear the smallest skirt in the history of skirts on it, also. Verrrry interesting. I had to shove it down when I walked to keep from giving the audience a little more than a laugh, if you know what I’m sayin!!! Did that come out right? I don’t know. Also, big ups (I said big ups!) to Carly. Girl, you and Leanna. My homies. My dawgs. Carly, I link to thee: By the way, is it just me, or is Corey Sevier the most gorgeous man in the entire universe? If you know him, tell him I’m single. PS: GO SEE ‘BEND IT LIKE BECKHAM’!!!!! BEST MOVIE EVER!

Looooove, Kat

April 11, 2003 at 12:12 AM

Hey, random weird thought: Is

Hey, random weird thought:

Is this site self promotion? I don’t view it like that at ALL, but is it really? AM I promoting myself here? Dear lord. This is bothering me. *cue tribal drums of conflict* If I were promoting myself, I would then be viewing myself as a product to be promoted and/or sold to the general public. And that’s just totally bloody nuts. Therefore, it’s not self promotion. In fact, putting my most personal thoughts and rantings out there for everyone to read is more of a risk than a promotional tool, is it not? Why am I even thinking about this??? I’m going to change the subject. Did you know that I took Irish Dancing lessons? I was getting pretty good. But then I drank out of someone else’s water bottle by accident and that freaked me out so I stopped the next week. Not because of that, obviously, that was just a little extra I threw in there. ALWAYS WRITE YOUR NAME ON YOUR WATER BOTTLE. Cause then you could just be drinking anybody’s water, man! Oh hey, I know French: Elijah Wood est vraiment vraiment etonnant et je veux l’epouser. En outre, les loutres de mer sont les choses les plus mignonnes jamais. Avez-vous jamais vu une loutre de mer de bebe? SI MIGNON. Vous voulez juste les ecoper vers le haut et leur prendre la maison et les mettre dans votre baignoire et les observer nager autour pour des heures et des heures! I believe I just said that Elijah Wood is really really amazing and then I started talking about how cute sea otters are. By the way, my el websiteo is going to get revamped soon, and you’ll be able to leave comments for me under my entries. And keep the comments clean or I’ll have to come over there with some sea otters and take you to school, fool. Obtenu le? Bien.

Love, K-Dawg

April 13, 2003 at 06:22 PM

Aloha. I would like to


I would like to take a moment to talk about sunscreen. It’s important! I’ve been using Banana Boat Sport spray with SPF 25 for everything, but they make an SPF 50 cream that I also have. Note to the Banana Boat people: Feel free to send me lots of stuff. My skin is really, really pale. For my pilot they put some self tanning stuff on me for my cheerleading outfit, and it totally worked!! No one could possibly know that it wasn’t real. Except the audience and the people reading this. But anyway, this is my point: There is no need to ever get a real tan, man! I’m sure you all know this, I just wanted to ramble on about it. Isn’t that great? Yes. Oh, I made my mom a really, really early Mother’s Day gift. I burned her 4 mix CDs with all the songs she likes, and I (naturally) added a few of my favorites that she might not normally listen to (Brass Monkey!)…….hehhehehehehhh. I’ve gotten her into Beck, which is cool. But who doesn’t like Beck, honestly? Alright, must go.

Love, Kat

April 19, 2003 at 05:24 PM

Okay, I’ll make this quick,

Okay, I’ll make this quick, I just have to write about it!!

Last night I had a really hilarious dream, I was wearing huge pink bellbottoms and an orange floaty top with a big floppy hat and sunglasses, and I went into a thrift shop and Michael Rosenbaum was in there and he was wearing bellbottoms too! So then out of nowhere we started some mad dancing to 60s Italian pop music. And then suddenly there were photographers at the window, snapping away, but we just kept on dancing like crazy 60s people. And I’m wondering where the Italian pop music came from, since I don’t speak Italian. Perhaps my subconscious knows Italian somehow. Actually, I did watch CQ again a few nights ago, that must have done it. I love that movie. So, in conclusion, I must get some pink bellbottoms. Amo i coniglietti!

Love, Kat


Our beloved soon shall undergo a few radical changes, look-wise. Excitement! It’ll look super cool and I’ll be able to put more pictures up for your picture viewing enjoyment. Congratulations.

April 20, 2003 at 11:15 AM


HAPPY EARTH DAY! As a special Earth Day celebration I measured my height and there was apparently some sort of mistake last time, because I am not my previous 5’4 and a half……I’m 5’3 and a half now! I’m either shrinking, or I made some sort of error in my measuring. I lost a lot of weight over the year, so maybe I lost height also. That can’t happen, right?! No. I must have just been standing on my toes last time or something. Hmm. I’m the second shortest in my family, you know. My sister is only 5’1″. But my Grandpa is like 6’5″, so WHAT IS UP, MAN??? Alright, I’m leaving el habitato to go el shoppingo. But not fun shopping, horrible slow not fun shopping. I’m not even putting effort into this. I’m wearing sweatpants and sneakers and a hoodie. Just try and stop me, Los Angeles! I’m not even wearing lip gloss! Bwahahahaa!

Love, Kat

April 22, 2003 at 01:58 PM

Electric Six rocks my world.

Electric Six rocks my world. Marry me, Electric Six! Also, I got a very informative email saying that you are taller when you wake up in the morning because your spinal cord is all flattened out from sleeping. So I measured myself just now, and I’m still 5’3.5″. Perhaps there was another mistake. Or perhaps that’s just how tall I am. Oh well, there’s still time! Grow, will you, grow!

April 25, 2003 at 11:00 AM

I felt really sick today,

I felt really sick today, and not in a good way. My head was killing me and I was really dizzy so I went outside and curled up in the grass. Unfortunately there were bugs in the grass so I moved to a safer spot. However, “safer spot” means “bug infested”, so I went back to my room and watched Spiceworld. I miss the Spice Girls. Is that wrong? It might be the headache talking. Ooo! I got new shampoo and conditioner that I really like. Fructis! I remember seeing ads for it in Canada where they pronounced it “fruc-tiss”, and here in America they say it all “frook-teeeess”. Why all the lies?!?!? WHY, I ASK YOU?!?!??!? Anyway, it smells really good and it works. Actually, I used it today for the first time and my hair isn’t dry yet so I don’t really know for sure that it works, but woo hoo! So I found my cheerleading skirt from my pilot very liberating and so I bought my very first miniskirt the other day. I know, I know!! Don’t yell at me. It’s not a slutty one. It’s cargo and it has shorts or something under it so you can bend over without knickering. Very practical, really. Oh, and I probably shouldn’t talk about this on here, but who watched Smallville? SUPER ASS!!!! IT IS SUPER INDEED!! For those of you who did not see Smallville, I apologize. As you may or may not be able to tell, I am not really myself tonight. I think I’ll go to bed now.

Love, K@

April 29, 2003 at 11:22 PM


Okay, people. My room. Is

Okay, people. My room. Is clean. For the first time. In about a month. And by “clean” I mean clean like no clothes on the floor. Nothing on the floor, really. But I haven’t attacked with my dust mitts yet, so there are still some rogue dustbunnies that will meet their maker very soon. Bwahaha. The greatest thing happened the other day. I was getting out of my car and I spotted a LONE GUITAR PICK on the cement before me. I was all, “you’re mine.” And in response to a question, I got my “please don’t eat me….I love you” pig shirt at Urban Outfitters. Go out and get yours today! Also, who loves The Princess Bride? ME! And everybody else in the universe, I think. I need to get a swashbuckling farmboy of my very own. As you might have noticed, my boy swear-off plan is no longer in action, but I still have a lurking dislike of certain male specimans who shall remain nameless. Sigh. Anyway, while cleaning my room I was trying to get my VHS tapes in order, and I went to put one away and my nail went BOOM against the tape thing, and it really hurt so I yelled “AAAAAAAAA!!!” and amazingly my nail was fine. But what gets me is the fact that I said “AAAAAAAAA!!!” instead of something more….ahem….explicit, as I normally would. I’m not saying that cursing is good, I’m just saying that it’s a certain habit I have that I don’t even pay attention to anymore, so you can imagine my surprise when I got all rated G over something as painful as getting my nail shoved back into my finger. The wonders never cease when nails are on the line. I bit them off during my pilot and I’m letting them grow again. In case you cared. Hopefully you don’t. I’m freaking myself out now. Hey, if I started writing books would you guys read them? I’ve got about three novels I’m writing, and I’m going to con my agency into getting them published. I’ll let you know how that goes. Alright, I’m going to go for a run before it starts to rain again. OH. GOD. BUG!!! WHY DO THEY KEEP FOLLOWING ME???!?!?!? It’s like The Birds!!! Except with BUGS!!! I’m really, really going now.

Love, Katya

May 04, 2003 at 05:46 PM

Don’t forget Mother’s Day!

Don’t forget Mother’s Day!

May 10, 2003 at 05:01 PM

Life sucks sometimes, yes? Yes,

Life sucks sometimes, yes? Yes, indeed. I’ll tell you why soon. However, I shall now cheer myself up with…..


El Webmastero taught me how to link and post pictures the other day and I’m really excited about it. Woo hoo!

May 12, 2003 at 09:35 PM

Okay, life doesn’t suck so

Okay, life doesn’t suck so much because I’m seventeen next month!! Yessss! Seeeeeevvvvvvvveeeeennnnttttteeeeennnn. It sounds promising. Therefore, I will celebrate with some appropriate lyrics:

“Well she was just seventeen (waa)
you know what I mean”

Thank you. That was from the best band of all time, The Beatles. Clearly, seventeen meant a lot to them too. And then there’s “Seventeen” by The Sex Pistols, but I have no, NO idea what they’re saying in that one. And Dawson’s Creek is OVER!! Well, it hasn’t aired here yet but: AU REVOIR, LE CREEK DU DAWSON! It’s been (dramatic pause) a long…..LONG road of angst and happy moments……NOOOOOO!! DON’T LEAVE ME, DAWSON!! Ahem. This next picture is dedicated to my lovely friend Heather. It is Dom. Dom for you.

“Heddddaaaaaahhhhh. Loooooook at me, Hedddddaaaaaahhhhh. I brought flowers for you Heddddaaaaahhhh. Ah am so boooooootifulllll, Heddddaaaahhhhhh. I love you Hedddaaaaaaahhh!!”

I have no idea why I made him talk like that, Heddaahh. Bwahahaa! Ahhhhhh…okay, I’m done. Excitement, yet again. I’ll write about it soon.

Love Kat

May 14, 2003 at 06:47 PM

Noooo!!! Apparently, the picture below

Noooo!!! Apparently, the picture below doesn’t work, so I will put up another one. For Heather. It is Dom.

Hehehehehhehehhehhhhhhh. Yeeessss, Dom, you are irresistable…..

Oh dear, it’s time to go. I hope this one works!!

Love, Kat

May 16, 2003 at 08:29 PM


I HATE SHOPPING! I hate it I hate it I hate it. And for some reason, salespeople use the same marketing technique in every store, they’ll come up to you while you’re looking at something and say, “oh, this is really popular right now. EVERYBODY’S wearing that.” And I’m like, “Oh.” And I put it back. So I’m just done with shopping. I end up wearing the same thing every day anyway. T shirt, jeans, boots. The el endo. So I got really fed up and I went to Target and got a bunch of Fruit of The Loom men’s T shirts for like five bucks. I know it’s a bit of a cop out, but I don’t care. I cut them up so they’re not so long and I kind of clipped the sleeves and BOOM. Perfect. And I can wear them with EVERYTHING and they’re comfortable and yayyy….OH! ROONEY! The CD is finally out. And it damn rocks. Get it NOW. NOW, I tell you! I felt all cool because I already knew all the words and I was singing really loudly in the car. I was all, “yeah. I know all the words.” So Rooney is going to be freaking huge. They already are in LA, but now the whole universe will know how great they are. And Taylor on the CD cover…..meow, baby! Alright enough of that. It’s really really really hot out here right now. It’s a little cooler today, but yesterday was absolutely boiling and horrible. I put off using the air conditioner as long as I could but I eventually gave in and basically passed out on my bed with the cold air blowing in my face. Isn’t sleep great? I could sleep all day if I were left alone. I found a spider on my ceiling the other day and I crept up with my hairspray and gave it a good dose, but it DROPPED down somewhere and I couldn’t find it. So then I saw it again later by the window and I tried to get it again. It’s very eerie when a spider reappears out of nowhere, isn’t it? Also, I’ve been taking vitamins to aid with my vegetarian-ness, and they are so disgusting. They taste like rabbit food. Well, like I imagine rabbit food would taste. And I’m almost seventeen. Yesyesyess…the best birthday I ever had in my life was my 15th. It was before I moved out here and I got my best girl friends together and we all went to see Moulin Rouge. Totally chill. It was so awesome. Not that the sweet sixteen thing wasn’t cool, it just wasn’t my style. Alright, that’s enough babbling for now. Shout out to T, my favorite tall blondie: Jason Mraz: eh. Listen to some Electric Six and get your disco on!

Love, Kat EnMouse

May 23, 2003 at 04:32 PM

Only in California: This morning

Only in California:

This morning I saw a squirrel sitting in a tree PEELING AN ORANGE with its teeth. Mad skills.

May 29, 2003 at 08:19 PM


Oh my god–coffee. COFFEE!! Why

Oh my god–coffee. COFFEE!! Why did it take me so long to discover it???? It’s……….amazing. I had three cups today, though, so I feel slightly jittery. Okay, maybe more than slightly jittery. I’m climbing the walls. But I’m in the best mood today and I don’t know why. Yesterday I was like, “Life is a river of death, and I am a canoe.” And today I’m like, “Woo hoo! Grass is amazing! Don’t you love grass?? The way it’s always so green and pointy, don’t you love that??” Yeah. I’m really annoying myself. So my birthday is in 8 days and I’m having my annual pre-birthday depression. This year I have also added “anxiety” to the list. I mean, seventeen. That’s amazing. But it’s also dangerously close to eighteen, and I’m not ready to be eighteen yet. Not that I’d really be doing anything, but 18 is….legal. Ugh. Creepy. I’m just going to be this 18 year old living at home and reading books all the time and being all contemplative and sensitive and crap. Because I’m not a party person. I can’t be all “Woo hoo! Party! I’m 18! Let’s get blitzed, man!!” (Just so you all know, “blitzed” is something I came up with just now, and it means “drunk” or “intoxicated” and generally acting retarded. It doesn’t apply to coffee, though. Hehehehheh.) I’ve got to go, actually, I have somewhere to be. But I’m not going to tell you where. Because I’m COOL and MYSTERIOUS like that. That’s right. I’m mixing it up. You’ll just have to GUESS where I’m going. Yeah. I’m bad.

Love, Kat

June 05, 2003 at 01:42 PM

Arrggg I feel sick I

Arrggg I feel sick I feel sick I feel sick……damn you, fourth cup of coffee!! Or shall I call it cream and sugar garnished with coffee? Whatever. EVIL! And to top it all off, I’ve been doing some deep pondering about life and the future and stuff. Next thing I know my journal entries will look like this:

Kat’s journal: June 1st, 2006:

“Life is a forest
Where are you?
Light dapples the moss
Who am I?”

As I lie in my natural fiber hammock, I ponder the nuances of life. While my trip to Bosnia was invigorating, Sven and I have lost touch. In my heart of hearts, I knew it wouldn’t last. Our love was flawed. Flawed like the ocean. With the riptides. I shall never love again. I wrote a poem about Sven last night at the bonfire. And then I burned it. As the flames enveloped it I felt free, free like a bird. When I returned to my cellar I noticed my futon had been tampered with. I consulted my twenty cats, but they remained passive. I then turned to my Balls Of Eternal Wind support group handbook for the answers.

June 06, 2003 at 10:12 PM

My childhood is almost gone.

My childhood is almost gone. Gone, I say! It’s as gone as a peanut in an elephant factory. As gone, even, as the memory of your soul seeking refuge in the wheat fields of joy, that now rests in the toaster of darkness. Gone, I tell you! Is it ‘refuge’ or ‘refuse’? One of those is wrong, I think. Oh well, let surprise be your windpipes at the water balloon parade of life, as I always say! Oh god, the pre-birthday dementia is upon me. I have, however, given myself a birthday manicure which is cheering me up. I think I may be the only person in California who does my own nails. I’m from Philly, dammit! We’re efficient! Anyway, it’s bright pink. I’d like to also say Happy Birthday to Leanna! Yes, Leanna, I keep an eye on my peeps. Alright, I am now going to soak in my last precious hours as a sixteen year old before they are gone, gone, gone like a snowflake in an Easy-Bake Oven.


June 12, 2003 at 09:06 AM

Wow, this has been the

Wow, this has been the most eventful day I’ve had in a long time, but not in a good way. I would like to say a HUGE thank you to Tim, who always seems to cheer me up. The cds are amazing, “Dreamlight” is so beautiful, and it came at a time when I really, really needed it. I appreciate it more than you know. I know I’m not being very upbeat and fabulous at the moment, but this day has been rather emotionally stunting. AAAAAAA I’M BEING MUSHY, SHUT UP ME!! Being seventeen hasn’t done much for me so far, but we’ll see how it goes. I saw “Hollywood Homicide” today, which I wanted to see because Josh Hartnett is….you know. Damn foxy. But I ended up really really liking it. Highly recommended, yo! I didn’t wear anything cool like last year on my el birthdayo, but I did tart myself up a bit. I have these amazing black and white sneakers that were ten bucks and they have a two inch heel, so I wore those with flare leg jeans and a black shirt with a ballerina on. I also wore my glasses so that I could actually see, which is a lovely change. ARG I’m going because I’m depressing myself. I’ll write in later, and I’ll be suolubaf again.

Seventeen year old K-Dawg

June 13, 2003 at 09:00 PM

Okay, I lied. I don’t

Okay, I lied. I don’t think I shall be suolubaf today. I’m leaving for a week, and then I will be back. I can’t explain it, but if I were a toy, this would be me: NEW! KAT DENNINGS! NOW WITH EVEN MORE ANXIETY THAN EVER BEFORE! FOR A NOT VERY LIMITED TIME ONLY! LIFE KICKS YOUR ASS FOR ONLY 9.99!!!! Don’t ask, people. In other news, I, as you may know, have the same birthday as Mary-Kate and Ashley, so Happy Birthday to them as well. ARRGG!!


June 15, 2003 at 11:55 AM

Back sooner than I thought.

Back sooner than I thought. My dad is in the hospital, but thankfully recovering at crazy superhero speed! And let me tell you, it’s a wonder that people don’t get ill from the hospital food alone. It’s a combination of microwave dinners and plane food. And I was all excited about the jello, but even that was sensationally gross. Oh, and one of my dad’s nurses watched Raising Dad! I was talking to my dad and she walked in and said, “Oh my god! You’re from Raising Dad! I knew your voice sounded familiar!” She was so nice. I tried to be all cool and stuff but I hadn’t slept in 20 hours so I just blinked slowly at her in an appreciative way. God, what a week. I got my dad a Hello Kitty Candy Striper toy for his bedside. He loves it. I’m going to go now, because I wasn’t kidding about that 20 hour no-sleeping thing.


June 19, 2003 at 06:12 PM

A guy came up to

A guy came up to me yesterday and chatted me up about the WEATHER. The weather, I ask you. Has it come to this? I was just like, “yeah. The weather……very weathery.” I mean, he was cute, I guess, but really. What exactly did he expect from me? To become so lovestruck by his fantastic meteorology that I jump into his arms and declare my undying love? I think not. Or am I being unreasonable? I am seventeen now, maybe it’s time to settle down with a decent guy who likes to talk about flora and fauna……and………..MERRYWEATHER!!!!! Ahahahahhaaaahahahahahaaaaaa…….*sniff*……ohmygodohmygodohmyGODDDD………I think all this stress has finally taken el tollo. My mom told me yesterday after I was giggling to her about the weather incident that I was a “young seventeen”, which I found very offensive. I asked her what that was supposed to mean exactly and she just kind of laughed and pet my hair. “Young seventeen”………..please.

According to the Hello Kitty online zodiac, I am “brave and strong in every way”, and my “thinking is clear” and I “can be a leader of many people”. HA. I took the trash out today and left a trail of suspicious looking white stuff all along the hall. I had to go back over it with a paper towel soaked in Lysol attached to my foot. Shuffle shuffle shuffle.
Must go.


June 21, 2003 at 06:01 PM

Isn’t life great?? Isn’t everything

Isn’t life great?? Isn’t everything amazing all the time?? *lone wolf howling* I’m so happy that I lay on the grass for a bit. Even when I knew there were bugs in it somewhere! That is how happy I am!

“I need to laugh and when the sun is out
I’ve got something I can laugh about
I feel good in a special way
I’m in love and it’s a sunny day

Good day sunshine
good day sunshine
good day sunshine

We take a walk, the sun is shining down
Burns my feet as they touch the ground”

Do not panic, you’ll have the despondent, world-weary Kat back again someday. Hhaahahaaa!!! Yes yes yess!!!


June 30, 2003 at 03:21 PM


Oooooohhhh say can you seeeeeeeeee

Oooooohhhh say can you seeeeeeeeee
by the dawn’s early liiiiiiiiiiiiiight…..
something sooooommmmeeeethiiiinnnnngggg…..

July 04, 2003 at 10:42 AM

Okay, the normal Kat is

Okay, the normal Kat is back. And I’m feeling saucy. On the 4th I went to this parade thingie and someone MADE FUN OF MY EYELINER. And that’s just NOT COOL. I was thinking, “count to ten, Katie. Just count to ten.” I just kind of stared into the distance and thought about how great it is that Orlando Bloom and Johnny Depp are in the same movie. Aside from that, I’ve been drawing like a madman. You wouldn’t believe the state of my room. Papers everywhere. Also clothes. And books. Basically, it’s a mess. But I’m going to clean it tomorrow. Again. I really don’t know how I do it! It’s like, I clean it and it looks really amazing for about a week and a half and then somehow it all just goes to hell. But this time it WILL BE DIFFERENT, I tell you! Errrgghhh…..forget it. I’m going to listen to Electric Six and disco slam.


July 07, 2003 at 10:06 PM

You know what’s fun? If

You know what’s fun? If someone is telling you to be quiet or is being annoying in some way, just yell “STOP CENSORING ME!” really loudly, preferably in public. It’s hilarious. Onward, I saw Pirates of The Caribbean, and I have three words for you: Johnny. Depp. Eyeliner. I think that’s all you need to know. It’s really hot out but it’s really cold in here and I’m too lazy to put another shirt on. Woe is me. And I’m reading the complete stories of Kafka, or “FRANZ!!” as I like to call him. I also cleaned my room just like I said I would, and I just got new sheets and they’re lavender and I wuv them. You see how mature I am with my room cleaning? I tell you. I amaze myself sometimes. Speaking of amazing, I ran 10 miles this morning without stopping. Yeah, baby!


July 10, 2003 at 04:34 PM


RRRRRRRRRRRRRR I HATE FREAKING HTML!!!! I tried posting some pictures and they didn’t work!! IDIOCY!! Oh well, forget it. I did some radical shopping today at Urban Outfitters and there was a very cute guy in there wearing a Phantom Planet shirt and I seized the el momento. He was very nice. Hee heee…..


July 13, 2003 at 07:21 PM

I fell in love about

I fell in love about six times today. And I wore a plaid miniskirt and plaid boots. Ah yes, plaid is the motif of love…..speaking of love, Hanson has a new album out in August. FINALLY. I saw them do a song on Leno, and it was amazing. Amazing amazing amazing. I got a lot of evil looks from people today, maybe because I had pink hair. They were tsking. Tsking! Excellent! I’m going, and I’m really mad that my picture posting attempts haven’t worked.

July 21, 2003 at 07:08 PM

I got love attacks from

I got love attacks from three different cats today! There’s one who hangs out in my yard and she was yowling at me all day. SO CUTE. I named her Pumpkin. She’s really tiny with these huge gorgeous eyes. Kind of like Elijah Wood, but a cat. Exciting happenings that I won’t talk about, because it would just be too girly and irritating. Okay, fine. Met. Gorgeous. Guy. Smart. Nice. Talked to. Left. Don’t know his last name. Sad. Very very sad. But I was reading Romeo and Juliet again so I might just be all “gorgeous guy, gorgeous guy, wherefore art thou, gorgeous guy?” *Lilting music of iambic pentameter* In other news, I’m going to a concert, I’m going to a concert! Wooo!!


July 25, 2003 at 09:43 PM


My lips seem to be

My lips seem to be rapidly inflating. I’m serious. This may be cause for concern. They are actually growing on their own. Without any warning at all. Soon people are going to be running away for fear of being smothered to death by my humongous lips of doom. They’re starting to look like life rafts, it’s really kind of scary. Just thought I’d tell you.


August 01, 2003 at 08:55 PM

I saw Rooney last niiiightttt

I saw Rooney last niiiightttt at Pepsi Smaaaashhhh…..yeah, baby! They only played “Blueside”, but it was SO WORTH IT. I actually was all cool (“cool” of course meaning “hugely idiotic”) waiting for them outside and then saying suavely as they passed (“suavely” meaning “like a huge idiot”) “You guys were SOOOO GOOD!!!!” And I said it sort of directly to Louie and he looked extremely bewildered and was just like “thanks.” But then Robert said something nice and waved at me, which was coooool. So that’s my big thing. I loofa them. I also loofa George and his friends. Don’t ask. Anyway, in case you care for some reason (*puppy eyes*) this is what I wore:

black shirt
olive mini
black and grey knee socks
ankle boots with buckle thingies
hoop earrings

Excitement. I left pretty much right after Rooney played, around 10pm. I know, I know. I’m a party animal. But I needed el sleepo because I have something of importance today. Rock onnnnn!!!


August 06, 2003 at 02:15 PM

My music as of this

My music as of this week:

Electric Six-Fire
Phantom Planet-The Guest
The Beatles-Everything, as usual
The White Stripes-Elephant
The Hives live recordings, which are basically just a lot of screaming and yelling in Swedish
Coldplay-A Rush Of Blood To The Head

I know, I’m really branching out here. I’m actually listening to The Nutcracker Suite right now to get me in the holiday spirit. In other news, I have discovered the wonders of self tanner. I’m a bridesmaid on Saturday and I have a very low cut backless dress thing, so I figured I might as well go a bit tanned. Because I have one of those trucker tee shirt tans from running and stuff. Not so attractive, unless you ARE a trucker who is looking for a truckerette. But I am sadly not available, because I’m in love…..with PHANTOM PLANET. Yeah, Darren, I’m talking to you. I really should be packing right now, shouldn’t I? Possibly. But I only need my dress, really. You should see the spike heels I’m changing into after the ceremony. Heheheheheheh. Beware, short people! I think I actually grew a little. Maybe I’m like 5’3 and 3/4 now. Whooptie doo. Etre short est une chienne, yo.


August 07, 2003 at 12:36 PM

Ahhhh, so my sister is

Ahhhh, so my sister is married. I had a lot of fun with my hair at the rehearsal dinner. I put it half up and poofed the back and took out these big strands over my ears…..FUN, I say! My other sister and I swore we wouldn’t dance after the ceremony unless the DJ played Nelly or 50 Cent. Surely enough, he played BOTH, and we TORE IT UP, BABY! My sister looked so adorable in her wedding dress and we were twirling around to “In Da Club”. Our mom knows all the words. So:

Bridesmaid dress: $110
Hard Candy eyeshadow duo in ‘Techno’: $20
Watching my parents doing the raise-the-roof hands during “Hot In Herrre”: Priceless.


August 11, 2003 at 03:19 PM

That….gorgeous……guy…….still…….works………….the….. bookstore……I…………..him……AAAHHHH!! I saw him

bookstore……I…………..him……AAAHHHH!! I saw him there and he looked at me and I melted like a marzipan carrot in a volcano. And I managed not to trip over myself and it was all going very well and then I was leaving and we were looking at each other and I started giggling like a maniac. Why? Why, I ask you? So I asked at the desk what his name was. (Stalker much? Yes.) His name is very proper and it doesn’t suit him. It should be Falcon or Hologram or Indigo or Leo or or Hamlet or Virgo or Souffle or something like that. He’s amazing. Amazing, I say!


August 14, 2003 at 05:28 PM

Boys are STUPID! They’re stupid,

Boys are STUPID! They’re stupid, I hate them! I hate them so much. They come on all nice and then they RIP OUT YOUR HEART AND STOMP ON IT like a kiwi in a bookpress!!!!


Well, I suppose they’re not ALL big froofheads. There are a few nice ones. But OTHER THAN THAT, THEY SUCK!! *Pant pant* Okay, thank you very much. I’m done now. Just know, girls, that boys LIE and they FIB and they TELL UNTRUTHS and they DECEIVE and they DISSIMULATE and they also FALSIFY.


August 25, 2003 at 06:26 PM

Boys are awesome….

Boys are awesome….

August 26, 2003 at 09:36 PM


Boys are IDIOCY, and they

Boys are IDIOCY, and they should be avoided at all costs. Not only because they LIE, but also because they are insolent, pan frying, non-tofu eating little waffles with stupid hair and stupid shoes. I am officially on Operation Boystrike. I will not look at, breathe near, or talk to any boy between the ages of 17-25.

Except for the bookstore guy.


September 02, 2003 at 12:03 PM

My excellent friend Hez is

My excellent friend Hez is a huge genius and has started art school this week. It makes me slightly sad and wistful, but mostly because I won’t have the Felicity-esque drawn-out looks across the library with some gorgeous artsy boy like she will. But thankfully I’m finished with Operation Boystrike. I have come to this conclusion: boys are salsa on the veggie taco of life. You don’t really need it to make life yummy, but it does add a little something extra. So I have decided to allow the salsa, but if the salsa makes ANY FALSE MOVES….it’s into the disposal with it. I’m sorry to talk so much about boys lately, but it’s been a big factor this month. I will resume once again with shoe talk, eyeliner talk, nail polish and music talk. Promise! Also, I saw The Order……hmm. I think I was expecting a different movie somehow, but I did get in rather late so I missed the first few minutes. But Heath Ledger was very, very good in it. I have to admit I was a bit surprised at that, because usually I’m so blinded by his magically delicious accent that I have no idea if he’s a good actor or not. But he is! Amazing. The camera work was very interesting, too. Shannyn Sossamon didn’t have enough to do, though, in my opinion. But I love her so I might just be biased. All in all, worth seeing I suppose. Even if it’s just to look at Heath breathe and listen to him talk and watch him blink and stand and sit and raise his eyebrow occasionally.


September 06, 2003 at 09:29 PM

Ohhhh I’m so sorry I

Ohhhh I’m so sorry I haven’t written in….my laptop’s been el brokeno and I had to get it fixed AGAIN…it hates me. Anyway, I’ve been busy like crazy lately. Also, Halloween is COMING UP…and I won’t be on my death bed this year. I’m going to be in tip top health and I am going to STALK my prey like a PANTHER….yeah. So WATCH OUT all you innocents…I will….scare you…with my….non-innocentness…

September 13, 2003 at 06:09 PM

I’m SO sorry I haven’t

I’m SO sorry I haven’t written…I’m working!! Yay! I’ll fill you in later, but it’s something really exciting for me, and I’m really looking forward to seeing it…..forgive me, I haven’t forsaken you!! I love you, muffinheads….


September 24, 2003 at 10:38 PM



DON’T HATE ME!!!! Do NOT hate me. Okay, fine, go for it. But just KNOW that I’ve been very busy and that I love you and mwah mwah mwah. I’m done filming of course, and I’ll let you know when the new project airs and stuff. Eeexcellent. SO, Halloween. Halloween is upon us again. This year I will be in perfect health and to ensure that I’m listening to a lot of David Bowie and dancing around. I got an excellent ball gown at a vintage place for el cheapo. It’s black and white and AWESOME but it’s too big so I have to get it taken in. I would have kept looking but I have no patience so I just got the dress and went home. Very adorable boy rang me up as well. Heheheh. Ohhh god so I’m tired like you wouldn’t believe because I stayed up until 2:30am last night (STUPID stupid stupid) and got up at 8:00am which may not sound so bad to you night owls or whatever but for me it resulted in day-long zombie behavior. Raaaa. I submitted a short story the other day and I’m waiting for a response. Evilness. I keep checking my email every two seconds to see if there’s a “CONGRATULATIONS, KAT! WE LOVE YOUR WRITING! PLEASE ALLOW US TO PUBLISH IT, O RULER OF EXCELLENTNESS!” note in my inbox. Not yet. It’s only been a day, though. They said it could take up to 4 months. That’s too effin long to wait, though. I’ll just have to keep putting on nail polish until they write back. I hope all is FANTASTIC and dare I say SUOLUBAF with all of you hotties. Please don’t kill me for not writing.

Love you very very muchachas,

October 08, 2003 at 09:45 PM

Can I say something? (Try

Can I say something? (Try and stop me! Hahahaha!) I like Davey Havok. Why do I like Davey Havok? I don’t know. I don’t even listen to AFI, but I saw their picture somewhere and was overcome with love for Davey Havok. Just out of the blue. That Davey Havok. I really like him.

*lone wolf howling*

Oh shut up, lone wolf. Why do I torture myself like this? P.S: I’m working AGAIN on something ELSE, so I’m on a roll this week. ROCCCKK.

October 12, 2003 at 12:18 AM

Yes well, here I am

Yes well, here I am once more, after what seems like a million years….SO! Halloween is tomorrow. EVERYONE, IF YOU OWN A CAT MAKE SURE YOU KEEP IT INSIDE TONIGHT AND TOMORROW, because Halloween night is very dangerous for the kitties. Don’t even ask, just take my word for it. Anyway, I’ve been mucho busyo and that’s why I haven’t written in. My costume is all ready. It is:

black and white gown (thrift store)
black wig (POSSIBLY, the jury’s still out)
vampire bite fake tattoos for neck
rose crown woven thing that I made myself. I’ll get some picture action going soon, really. My WEBMASTER seems to think he has a LIFE or something and can’t seem to TEAR HIMSELF AWAY FROM IT. No matter. He said he’d do it, so he’ll do it. Or else. Also in my Halloween costume:

five billion tons of black eyeshadow
fake eyelashes
other stuff, I have it somewhere.

I am (*knocking on wood*) in very good health this year, although I do have a headache but it’ll be gone soon anyway. Let’s hope for the best, shall we? Anyway, have a fun fun fun Halloween and try to stay out of the way of oncoming traffic…..

remember, don’t eat too much candy or your face will freeze that way! Wait, what?


October 30, 2003 at 03:28 PM


Halloween! Is! Over! Thank! God!

Halloween! Is! Over! Thank! God! So, I was in tip top shape but it was FREEZING COLD and raining so I didn’t go anywhere. I sat outside on hand out duty and had candy fights with my brother. A few friends stopped over (T! Hugh Grant hair!) to say hi, which was nice, and I went to sleep and was awoken 5 times during the night by my cat’s head in my face. So I’m tired “like whoa” today. OH! Excitement! will soon be re-vamped (I mean it this time) and it will be AWESOME and RAD and SUPER FABULOUS but at the same time MATURE and PROFESSIONAL and SMOOTH like buttah. It might take a little while but I promise it will be worth it. It’ll be so cool and amazing you won’t even believe it. Different Kat, different site. I mean, the same Kat you know and love…..or like……or despise… doesn’t matter how you feel about me, you will marvel at the coolness of my site. Yeah. Damn straight. Anyway, I was getting somewhere, I think….oh yeah. I am, as you know, older, IN FACT I will be 18 before I know it (YESSSSSS) and so I need a more grown-up layout here at the trusty journal thingie. In other news, my Hello Kitty horoscope says that my lucky day is Monday. Excellent. Also, it says that my “mode” for the week is “thought”. HAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAAAA….thought. Yeah right. Oh wait, that might be true….I do think a lot. I’m thinking right now. As I type this, I think. I think, therefore I am. Je pense, therefore je suis. I really really really annoy myself sometimes. AHHHHH my friend is going to see Phantom Planet soon!!!! AAAHHHH!!! I wish I were going with her, but she is allllllll the way over on the other side of the el countryo so that won’t be happening. I’m going to have to use special buddy mind control to make her propose to Alex Greenwald for me. Hahahahha. Unless the two of them fell in love, in which case I could use her rockstar connections to track down Hayden Christensen so I could rope him with my feminine wiles. Sigh. Miss me?

November 01, 2003 at 06:59 PM

God, I love you, Phantom

God, I love you, Phantom Planet. I love you. Please let me be your band ho. Okay, maybe not your band ho but THAT is how much I love you. I’m listening to “Big Brat” right now. AWESOME. I think that everyone should be listening to Phantom Planet, the world would be a better place. Also, Jeff is a great drummer. Yay for Conrad! I have to go and get the re-issued Guest and the live thing too. OH! EXCITEMENT! Kat is soon to be a driving person. Watch out, pedestrians! I’m comin, baby! I know, I know, I’ve waited forever but it is TIME indeed for car action. The time for driving is now. Actually, Thursday, but go with me here. I feel like I’m in Clueless when Cher is trying to find an outfit for her driving test. I do need to come across as responsible, don’t I? Possibly. Maybe I’ll nix the eyeliner. OR MAYBE NOT, DAMMIT! I like eyeliner! Is that a crime? NO! Huuhhhhhhffdfsdfsfaaafsssfsdgguhufgrrrrrarngngsrhsfsggngnngn. Sigh. I’m a little nervous, can you tell? But the warm fuzzies of promise have wiggled into my heart because I know that this site will soon be HOT like FIRE and NEW like YORK and that is “hot” with two “t”s, people. As in HOTTTTTT. That’s actually six “t”s, but YESSSSS new layout! It is coming! It’s approaching fast like a hammer! Yeah, baby! My enthusiaman (hahhaa oh god that’s too funny to change) is endless and also knows no bounds when it comes to personal gain. Of course, by personal gain I mean the coolness that will meet my eyes when I look at my posts and marvel at the beauty of the sidebar and stuff. I am rambling like whoa. Bye!

November 04, 2003 at 02:41 PM

Okay, so driving class. I

Okay, so driving class. I was very responsible looking because I wore my glasses, a huge stroke of genius. And it worked in many ways, because not only was I able to look mildly intelligent, I was also able to see! Yes! It’s true! I am blind as a bat. A bat, I tell you! I’m so freaking near sighted It’s like being in a cubicle with frosted glass walls when I’m not wearing glasses. If that makes any sense. I want to get contacts soon. I’m thinking bright green ones or maybe the ones that white out your entire eye. Hehhhehehehhe awesome. Oh! I wanted to try and be as anonymous in class as possible but it seems that my personality was established during orientation. The instructor asked where everyone went to school and then he asked if any of us were homeschooled, and it was just me and this other guy sitting across the aisle so I kind of thrusted my fist in the air like a Viking and gave him the Vulcan salute. He got all red faced and sunk back into his chair. Whatever. If he can’t appreciate Viking hand gestures then he’s no homeschooler I want to know. So we were going to see a slide movie thing and everyone in class kept asking if it was ‘Red Asphalt’, which is apparently some really gory driving movie from the 80s that shows people who have been torn in half by car accidents and stuff. Sick, dude. I just hate it that no one in class seemed to take driving seriously. They were all laughing and talking and making stupid comments during the movie and all that. Seriously! Driving is important! You could kill someone, or you could GET killed, you know?? I just think they should put down the Earthworm Jim decoder rings or whatever and focus on the task at hand. Is that so hard? NO. Do I sound harsh? Oh well, it can’t be helped. I’m going to go headbang to Enya.


November 10, 2003 at 11:26 AM

So: Rodrigo Santoro. Justin Theroux.


Rodrigo Santoro.

Justin Theroux.

Marry me marry me marry me. Okay maybe not, just be in the same room with me so I can look at you. Dear lord. Excellence.

November 10, 2003 at 11:01 PM

My hair looked so bad

My hair looked so bad today. And I went against my normal reaction (cutting it off) and just twisted it up and I actually WENT INTO PUBLIC like that. Amazing. But it might be because I’ve been listening to Nick Drake a lot and I feel very mellow. Can I say something? I went into Abercrombie (don’t even ask) and I have to say, there must be a thingie on the job application form that says “Applicant must be hot. Like way, way hot. Otherwise, thank you for your time.” because seriously, every bleeding employee was straight out of a pinup. It made me sick. Although, not sick enough to just walk out in disgust. I had to feign interest in some preppy layering pieces so that I could sneak glances at the behind-counter-guy. But, there is only one store employee of my heart. And we all know who that is (possibly). Sadly, since I’ve moved I have hardly had time to exchange long wistful looks with Hot Bookstore Guy. Last time was like a month ago. I was wearing a miniskirt, a rare occurance. Oh wait, did I write about this? When my head almost exploded all over the escalator because he was looking at me and smiling? I think he was smiling. He might have been laughing or crying with pain or something, I didn’t have my glasses on. Actually, the one time I talked to him I had my glasses on, and it only resulted in my being able to SEE the effect my incoherent babbling was having on him. Never again. Why do I even care about this, this is ridiculous. Oh, go out and get the re-issued The Guest cd. Now. Go get it. For those of you who don’t know for some weird insane reason, that would be Phantom Planet’s cd there. I’m not going to talk about them again though because I do too much already and it’s just stupid. OH CRAP! My friend Hez SAW THEM PLAY!!!! LAST WEEK!!!! She said she touched Alex’s knee or something when he crowdsurfed. Rrrr. She said he is the most gorgeous rock god in the universe, as if I didn’t know. But she didn’t make out with him like I asked her to. There’s always next time, eh, Muffin O’Grady? Arrr. ACH, matey! Wait, that’s pirate. Nevermind.

November 12, 2003 at 07:04 PM

Dude, my eyelids are peeling.

Dude, my eyelids are peeling. I don’t know what that means, but it can’t be good. A sign of the apocalypse, perhaps? Hmm. I’m not sure if that’s the case, unless the universe is like “let’s make Kat Dennings’ eyelids peel so that mankind knows the end is near.” It’d be genius, actually. So that the four people reading this can lie down with a paper bag over their heads. I really didn’t mean to get on this topic. How about THIS topic: I got The Two Towers “super ultra double special edition” DVD, and can I say this again: I LOVE VIGGO. I love you, Viggo, please, you are so amazing. And Elijah Wood, rawr. Those two. I cannot resist. The cuteness, it burns. It’s like fire. Or herpes. Man, that would suck, wouldn’t it? What was I saying…..oh yes. Christmas. It’s not really around the corner, but everyone has decorated already. I’m in such a weird mood today, in case you can’t tell. My nails are unpolished, that could be why. But I’ve also been a bit sick which is why I haven’t posted. Rrrrrr. Oh hey, Thanksgiving is coming up. I’d like to give thanks for Phantom Planet and a new discovery, Jet. BEST EVER! Go get their record, “Get Born”, it is AWESOME. Get Born and The Guest are my two “new” favorites. “New” of course meaning after like ’92 or whenever Nirvana was happening. God it’s hot in here. I turned the heat on because I was freezing cold but now I’m dying. Must go fix it, RESIST THE TURKEY, THANKSGIVING OBSERVERS!!!


November 23, 2003 at 06:09 PM


HAPPY THANKSGIVING, YO!! Have a good day, try not to pillage any townsfolk! Mwah!


November 27, 2003 at 01:24 PM


OHHHH my god, sorry about

OHHHH my god, sorry about the whole not writing thing. Love ya. I’ve been a bit of a Lazy McProcrastinator lately, writing-wise. So I shall update you. I’ve been really busy with meetings and all sorts of other various extracurriculars, such as ab-spraining, Advil comas, Riverdancing and waving at people in Mrs. Santa costumes. Of course I’m not making this up, you know me. Thanksgiving was fun, there was a lot of piano and trumpet playing (not by me, amazingly) and also much drunken singing of “Hey Jude”. Also not by me, if you can believe it. I’m sure other things have happened, I just can’t remember any of it right now. OH HEY! I tried on some “wicked” fake fur snow boots, you know the really trendy ones that look like you have giant stuffed animals coiled around your ankles. They were SO COOL but size 9 which is waaaayyyyy too big for me and they were also hideously overpriced so I had to leave without them. But if there are any shoe making people who want to make me some, that would be really great and please contact me for sizing information. Ohh crap, Christmas is creeping up on us all like a raccoon with a party hat. I haven’t even thought about presents for people yet. I mean I have, but not really. I know I know, but I’ve been really busy and I feel bad about it but it just can’t be helped. I made my mom a weird art thing that has feather butterflies and paper flowers and pieces of burned paper with poems on them and stuff that took me like 3 hours of HARD LABOR, like burning the pieces of paper in my sink, which I *SO* DO NOT RECOMMEND DOING unless you want your hair burnt off, never to grow back again. This is the conversation my mom and I had when she saw the papers:

Mom: “Wow, look at this paper! It’s so prett…wait a minute. Where did you get this?”

Me: “I had it already. You like it right?”

Mom: “It was burnt like this?”

Me: “What?”

Mom: “You burned this IN YOUR ROOM????”

Me: “You like it right?”

Mom: “Honey, you can’t BURN THINGS in your room!”

Me: “Did I say anything about that??”

Mom: “Katherine.”

Me: “You like it right?”

Hahahahahhaa. Thankfully, she was too blinded by my selflessness to think about it anymore. I PROMISE to write in more. Don’t forsake me, people!


December 15, 2003 at 11:21 AM

Ring of fire

In case you are wondering, I have NOT seen ‘Return Of The Viggo’ yet, because I’m kind of psyching myself up for full-on girlie waterworks, and I’m not looking forward to crying like a maniac in front of a million other theater-attenders. But I’m just going to bring a box of tissues and hope for the best. Sigh. OH! Who loves Jeff Buckley? ME! And hopefully YOU love him too. It’s insanely tragic and horrible that he is no longer with us, because he was A MASTER OF TALENT and he was also (mwah) BELLO and SQUISITO and LO AMO all at once. All the good ones are either gay, taken, or deceased, apparently. I’m listening to “Last Goodbye” from ‘Grace’ right now. I love this song. He is a genius. Everybody go get ‘Grace’ to start with. You will feel good about things. In general.

December 18, 2003 at 10:32 PM

Bake me a coffin!

Well, I’m sick, just in time for everything to suck. I’ve been pouring honey down my throat for like three days, I think it helps a little bit. My throat is on fire, and not in a good way. But I have SONDRE LERCHE to lift my spirits! Heather, once again, being a genius, has been telling me about him for ages and I finally got his CD, “Faces Down”. It’s freaking gorgeous. I love it. He’s got a great bluesy voice and good lyrics and great arrangements and all that coolness all wrapped up in one adorable Norwegian package. Rawr, Norwegians. He also has a diary on his official site, I was ecstatic to discover. Yay! And he apparently loves Scooby Doo, which bumps him up alongside Alex Greenwald and Jeff Buckley in my ‘Musicians To Marry’ file. He’s actually like 21, which works for me. But Heather saw him first, therefore he belongs to her. But he IS rather fantastic and I’m putting him in my file anyway, just for display. What am I talking about? I feel like my head is trapped in a mineshaft. AAAAARRHHHHGGGGGHHHH I HATE THIS! WHY WHY WHY AM I SICK NOW AT THE WORST POSSIBLE TIME!????!!?!?!?!?!? The whole family is coming today for holiday happenings, and I am here, half dead. If I die, I want Sondre Lerche to have my record collection. I think he’d appreciate it.


December 20, 2003 at 05:02 PM


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