Pregnancy Pacts

Today I was informed that there are girls from my old school taking part in a “pregnancy pact.”  For those who don’t know what that means, it is when a group of girls get together and promise to all get pregnant if one of them gets pregnant. Now, don’t get me wrong, I have no problem with teenage parents, what they do is amazing, and I could never do it myself. I just think that these teenage girls would be a better support system for their teenage friend if they were just there to offer what help they could than by intentionally getting pregnant. These girls are changing their lives forever. I highly doubt that they thought through their decision when they made their promise. Do they know how much more difficult college will be with a baby?  Do they know how much harder it is to make a relationship work, either with the baby’s father or with another guy they meet? Do they fully understand what they are doing to the father of the baby? He may have great plans to be a doctor, or teacher, or a lawyer that will have to be put on hold if there is a baby in the picture. Like I said, I am by no means judging teen parents. I’m not going to try to pass judgment on these girls who plan their pregnancies. I am just voicing how crazy  I think what they’re doing is. These girls should seriously think about the choices they make before they do anything drastic.

Internet Guys

Like many other young adults, I use social networking sites to keep in touch with friends and to try to reconnect with old friends. Occasionally, I use them to meet new people. I was signed on to MyYearbook.com to see who commented on any of my stuff recently, and to just keep the account active and I had six new messages, all from random guys I did not know. I responded, to be nice, and to possibly try to make some new friends, and a couple of them responded back. Immediately one used a cheesy line when I asked him how he was doing. His response was "Amazing now that I met you." GAG! So I responded, "Nice line. Does that one work on all of the girls?" He tried to save himself by saying that he doesn't normally use lines, and that he genuinely meant it. Then he tried saying that he didn't know what he was saying because he was half asleep. I call shenanigans! He was hoping I would be like all the other desperate little girls he talks to and would immediately throw myself at him and send him nude pics. 1. I don't do that stuff at all, so he didn't stand a chance. 2. I'm not one of those desperate little girls just looking for attention. So, first you get the guy that tries way too hard to get a girl to talk to him, then you have the guy that is uber creepy and tries to get you to send nude photos or to have cyber-sex with him. What is the world coming to that we have to worry about 18 year old guys sending you pictures of their genital region instead of a picture of their face? I am tired of meeting creeps that think I am looking for a guy to shower me with the same attention he pays to every other girl that talks to him just because I joined a site. I appreciate the compliment, Buddy, but I'm not your babe, sweetie, or hunny. I am not going to fall all over you because you try to tell me you think I have a hot body. I've seen my body, and you are full of bull-poopie if you try to say that it's that great. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate my body or anything, but I'm not the type to get a compliment about my figure from someone who isn't just trying to get something from me.

A Little About Miss Katie-Bug

Since many people in this class don’t know each other, and therefore, don’t know me, I figured I could tell a little about myself.  My name is Kathryn Renae Zimmer. Most people call me me Katie, some Kate, and a few have their own names for me. I don’t care what you call me, as long as it isn’t offensive. Katieball Z is one of those nicknames. One of my friends had me saved in his phone as “Katie Z”, and he is a HUGE!! Dragonball Z fan, so it just turned into Katieball Z. Like I said, I don’t care what you call me. I am blessed with 19 wonderful years on this planet, with hopefully many more to come.

I live in Ruma with my mom, dad, two brothers, and four dogs. My sister just moved out in the beginning of July. She’s 21, and decided Mom didn’t have a right to hit her even though she was screaming in Mom’s face. She’s staying with some friends now.

I work at Waterloo Pizza Hut, and I have been there for three years and nine months on the 21^st. I was originally hired as a cook, but I also am now a customer service representative, driver, and I was trained as a server. I will never become a shift manager unless I have a guarantee of promotion to assistant manager. Shift leaders don’t make enough to put up with what they do.

This is my second year of college, but I am still a freshman. I went to SIU-C for a year, but didn’t like the atmosphere and didn’t learn well there. I did not party too much. That is everyone’s reaction when I tell them I didn’t learn well there.  Simply put, I failed pretty miserably and would have only had like 6 credits transfer, plus I couldn’t get my transcripts from them, so I took last year as a loss and started over with a clean slate here at good ole SWIC.

I love being outdoors. When I get a chance I love to go fishing, although I do get discouraged easily and tend to quit very early in. I don’t like not catching anything, and my dad finds the worst spots ever to fish at. I catch more “big moss bass” than actual fish. I love reading and writing, but for some reason these journal topics don’t come very easily. I’m better at writing poetry and cute little sayings than I am at actually writing about someone in a more organized manner.

Well I guess that is all I can think of to say for now. If you want to know any more about me, just ask. I promise, I don’t bite, well, often. Haha.

Daddy's Little Girl No More

When I was little, I was always "daddy's little girl". I would go fishing with him all the time and dreamed of the day I would be old enough to go fishing with him. Unsurprisingly, I grew up. As I grew up, I grew more into make-up and being with friends and farther away from his outdoorsy tom-boy. We are at each others' throats every day. Yesterday he stood in the doorway of the living room, screaming at me for numerous reasons. He is mad that I never got my car fixed, that I never have money, that I have to use his car that already has 100,000 miles on it. His point about his car was that it isn't paid off and is getting up there in miles. My retort:  "Well, you would have a car that is paid off if you would stop trading them off on something new when they have 2 years left on the loan". In turn, he raised his hand. Hah! He doesn't get that threatening to hit me does nothing to me anymore. I'm so used to his empty threats to hit me. He knows that actually hitting me doesn't effect me much either. That stopped working a long time ago. I stopped trying to please him when I realized I would never be good enough for him. Ashley is the perfect daughter. She wants to be a cop and does absolutely everything he asks her to do. I on the other hand, want to go my own way. He will never get me back as his little girl, and that kills him.