Duuude, like, totally crazy, maaaan. I've been gone for however the heck long it's been. But if you think I've arrived bearing franks 'n' cents (see Ed, Edd, and Eddy for pun) you're in for a bummer. A sadness. An all-engulfing, world-ending, mind-maddening tragedy that will scar you horribly for the rest of your life.
...or not. Whatever.

But anyway, I've been busy learnin' ASL, working for The Man (oh noes!) by teaching little children how to not drown (and honing their aim by providing them with a moving target), and then back to school to learn Calc 3, how to not blow yourself up in the lab seventy different ways, and how to make a computer do your ultimate bidding of insanity. Whooo-hooo! Get me off this thing, Verne! Or, rather, yeehaw.

Yeah, I'm crazy. Yeah, I'm nuts. Yeah, I fail at my own language. Peh. Meep. Indeed.

In, um, however many months 'til December I'm going to WDW again (huzzah, hurray, la-da-di-da-di-day) to chill in the heat. Yeah. So if you want pictures, check this space in three (?) months.

Pah! Your calender means nothing to me!!

Anyhow, I'm just one Wild and Crazy, um... something or other. I was going to say driver, but semis pass me more than I pass them. Yeah, I drive like a stereotypical little old lady. I SHAME MY PEOPLE!

I can't text worth a hill of beans to a deep-sea diver, either. I am a disgrace to teenagers worldwide, and shall be hunted down like the dog I am.

I shall end this crazed escapade into the mind of one of the internet's only Katiea14s and leave you with this thought:

If a train leaves town A at 8:30, and a car leaves town B at 9:30, why is there air?


P.S. MY MOOD IS BROKEN!