Ya Know What?

Ya know what?  I was going to make a blog post, and then I looked at the time, and I realized that my mom had said for me to get off in a very little bit, so I hit the make a new post button anyway, and I'm making a very short post that is going to say I love each and every one of you in a totally uncreepy way, an I hope you're all having a good day/night/tomorrow/yesterday/whatever.
I got to see my extremely awesome boyfriend today, and well, I was actually quite happy about that, and he seemed pretty happy to see me too.  And he made a pretty awesome, and hilariously funny recording that I listened to, and there was a recording on the other side of the tape of him when he was little and his voice back then was soooo adorable, but then again voices are normally adorable when you're that age, whether you're a boy or a girl, and I even found out where he lives, which makes me pretty happy, and also slightly scared that if I tell any of my friends they're going to just drop me off at his house, and leave me there, like we almost did to my friend yesterday, but yet at the same time we didn't, we just took her to her crush's house, and we talked to him, and omw his house makes me feel like I just walked into a story.
You know I thought this would be a really short post, but it's turning into a longer short post, because I'm typing with lightning fingers, faster than I ever thought that I could, and listening to Taylor Swift, because I like her music.
Well actually I like just about any music, but not rap or scremo.  I like country, christian, contemporary christian, rock, some metal, but normally when I'm really depressed, and too depressed to see the light, but yeah pretty much anything.  SO long as it has good lyrics.
But I don't like jerks, or players.  I just don't like them.
Unless of course they're like...a football player, and then it all depends on their personality, and I have a boyfriend, so of course I'm not interested in them, I would just like them as friends.
I love having friends.  I have this one friend that I almost always try to beat up, but he knows karate, so it doesn't really work.
It's amazing how fast I'm typing.
Ya know what, hang on a minute.
I can type 75 words per minute, with 4 mistakes.  I'm very proud of myself.
Wait no make that 79.  Whoot whoot
Gotta go talk at ya later.
~Katie :)