Since this seems to be the thing to do...

Name: Kathryn Elaine Gooch

Birthday: May 24, 1982

Birthplace: Vallejo, CA

Current Location: Napa, CA

Eye Color: Hazel

Hair Color: Brownish Red

Height: 5’10”

Right Handed or Left Handed: Right

Your Heritage: Did I mention that several years ago, they removed the "Fitz" suffix from Gooch? That should clue you in.... *cough*

The Shoes You Wore Today: I haven't put on shoes yet

Your Weakness: Procrastination and letting the actions of others affect me too much

Your Fears: being disappointed by certain things

Your Perfect Pizza: Cheese. Lots of cheese. And maybe Canadian bacon or sausage

Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year: I haven't really thought about it

Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger: I use the word "just" way too much

Thoughts First Waking Up: What time is it?

Your Best Physical Feature: I have been told that I have a pretty smile

Your Bedtime: Around midnight

Your Most Missed Memory: When none of my friends were married or otherwise engaged

Pepsi or Coke: Pepsi

MacDonalds or Burger King: Neither

Single or Group Dates: Group dates are not dates

Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Lipton

Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate

Cappuccino or Coffee: Mocha or tea

Do you Smoke: No

Do you Swear: I guess that would depend on what you call swearing

Do you Sing: Fluently

Have you Been in Love: Yes

Do you want to go to College: Yes

Do you want to get Married: Depends on my mood

Do you believe in yourself: I believe that I am capable of many things

Do you get Motion Sickness: No

Do you think you are Attractive: Married men ask me why I'm not married, so figure this one out for yourself

Are you a Health Freak: No

Do you get along with your Parents: Yes

Do you like Thunderstorms: Sure

Do you play an Instrument: My voice is my instrument

In the past month have you Drank Alcohol: Technically, I think I should answer yes to this. That Nyquil stuff.

In the past month have you Smoked: No

In the past month have you been on Drugs: No

In the past month have you gone on a Date: No

In the past month have you gone to a Mall: Yes

In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos: No

In the past month have you eaten Sushi: Ick

In the past month have you been on Stage: Sort of

In the past month have you been Dumped: No

In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping: No

In the past month have you Stolen Anything: No

Ever been Drunk: No

Ever been called a Tease: Probably

Ever been Beaten up: No

Ever Shoplifted: No

How do you want to Die: On stage, of course ;)

What do you want to be when you Grow Up: Does this mean I haven't reached my full height yet??? Okay.....I want to be a Gretchen Nonnenburg for the 21st Century. Sal, can you smell it yet??? ;)

What country would you most like to Visit: Scotland is on my list for next year

In a Boy/Girl, you like...

----I would like to clarify that I like boys----

Favourite Eye Color: Dark brown or green

Favourite Hair Color: Dark

Short or Long Hair: I admit to liking longish hair

Height: At least 6'4" would be nice

Weight: Not stick thin, not Fat Albert

Best Clothing Style: Simple

Number of Drugs I have taken: No illegal ones

Number of CDs I own: I have no idea. A lot.

Number of Piercings: 0

Number of Tattoos: 0

Number of things in my Past I Regret: I regret waiting for dumb people to stop being dumb

Alright!
I moved the Tag Board!
I hope you're satisfied!

I miss my show.
People are dumb.
They would rather have green girls that can't sing, flying automobiles, potty-mouthed con men and ABBA songs with horrible costumes over a nice love story with a heroine who has a moral conscience. And okay okay....also happens to include JB in the epitome of The Syndrome.
But still!!!!! That's even more proof of their dumbness!!!
Bah!!!!

Schedule

We may have a change of plan here.
I talked to Rebecca today. Our trip might be in June rather than April.
This depends somewhat on airfare.
Stupid airlines.
The calendar flips and they want blood.
Gah.

A question

I was at the library today and saw a National Geographic titled something like "Nature's Fury" and I had a flashback to all those disaster NG's that Larry used to show on rainy days at school.
What is it with men and disasters???

Words

Lyricists are funny.
I shall refrain from mentioning his name since I'm mocking him, but I just have to mention this.

The mystery man basically said that over the last 20 years, people have got into the habit of not listening to the lyrics when they go to show, blah blah blah.
Well sir, when the lyrics YOU write consist of gems such as
"I cannot resist his charms and his manly rugged arms," what do you expect????

Sheesh.

I half-jokingly asked my mother if she wanted to pick out a husband for me.
She said "I have. I wrote it down in my notebook."

She didn't tell me who it is and I'm not going to ask.

Mothers.

How very interesting...

More power to him...

I think I forgot to mention this...

Someone from my church, who shall remain nameless, said to me "So, are you just a confirmed bachelorette now?"

Gah.
Good grief, people.

To anyone reading this - if I have ever said anything dumb like that to you, I apologize. Please forgive me.

That a woman conceived me, I thank her: that she brought me up, I likewise give her most humble thanks: but that I will have a recheat winded in my forehead, or hang my bugle in an invisible baldrick, all women shall pardon me. Because I will not do them the wrong to mistrust any, I will do myself the right to trust none: and the fine is, for the which I may go the finer, I will live a bachelor."



--William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing

So, You Know Who is doing a show about Lewis & Clark.

How very educational.
*cough*

Feeling . . . clamoured wildly. “Oh, comply!” it said. “. . . soothe him; save him; love him; tell him you love him and will be his. Who in the world cares for you? or who will be injured by what you do?” Still indomitable was the reply: “I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself. I will keep the law given by God; sanctioned by man. I will hold to the principles received by me when I was sane, and not mad—as I am now. Laws and principles are not for the times when there is no temptation . . . They have a worth—so I have always believed; and if I cannot believe it now, it is because I am insane—quite insane: with my veins running fire, and my heart beating faster than I can count its throbs.

--Charlotte Bronte--

Your Love, My Home

Home, the only place I know
Where the heart, the heart finds healing
When the night is cold and dark
Come just as you are

Home, your memory calls me home
Where I'm resting in your arms
It humbles me to know
No matter where I go
There will always be a place for me at home

And somewhere in the night I call your name
And somewhere in the night love answers me
I will never let you go
You will never know a night alone
I will make your love my home

Lost in a dream for something more
I found you were all I needed
You are the strength of us
Without you I'd be lost
There will never be another place like home

And somewhere in the night I call your name
Somewhere in the night love answers me
I will never let you go
You will never know a night alone
I will make your love my home

The road is long and I am weak
But through the rain I see
The light that leads me home

And somewhere in the night I call your name
Somewhere in the night love answers me
I will never let you go
You will never know a night alone
I will make your love my home

--Joshua Payne, Michael Omartian--

Bob

Hah!
Check out this picture of Roberto and Lorin Maazel, rehearsing for a concert in Valencia...



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Ugh.
Statistics exam tomorrow.
Evil.
Very evil.

So, I was saying something about dreaming in the last post.
That was, of course, referring to daydreaming.
In nightdreaming news, I have this to report -
I have overcome a subconscious mental hurdle that has plagued me for quite some time.
I, Kathryn Gooch, have officially been kissed in a dream.
I don't ever remember being kissed in a dream.
I'm 23 years old, people.
If that doesn't clue you in that I've got issues, then nothing will.
*sigh*
Anyways, it was a letdown, let me tell ya.
It wasn't the guy that I wanted it to be.
I had never seen this guy before.
Cree-pay, dahlink.
He wasn't even what I would call remotely attractive.
I won't bore you with more details, but it was nothing to write home about.
Thus why I'm writing on the blog about it.
Heh.
Aren't you privileged.
And actually, all my dreams about men (okay, make that one particular man) usually take place at my church, in a theatre, or in a concentration camp.
Figure that out.

I also had a dream about a baby.
Watch out, folks.
Kissing and babies all in one night.
It's the in-between part that I seem to be missing.
I'm not sure if that's a very bad thing or a very good thing.

My one person fan club did end up talking to my boss.
Yay.

There is one important thing missing from the previous rambling about my estate.
THE sound.
MY sound.
What is THE MY sound, you ask?
It's the sound that brings to mind white poofy shirts, empire waist gowns, finger bowls, balls and Roger Hamley's wasps nest.
The sound of that white gravel stuff.
*sigh*
That's My sound.

Yick.
Stat exam in mere hours.
*metaphorically gags*

Oh, and just for the record...
That whole business of was there really a Shakespeare and did someone else write all those plays, etc.,...
I don't give a rat's retina if there was or wasn't or if some peasant from Hicksville wrote them.
Can't we just be glad that we have them in the first place?
Sheesh.

"Your wife and I didn't get on when we met last. I'm not saying she was very silly, but one of us was very silly, and it wasn't me."
-Elizabeth Gaskell