The Private Diaries of Kat Stratford

by Blythe Flynn

Rated for mild language-similar to that of the movie (the language) This is Kat's personal recordings of the events depicted in the movie, also, I will be CONTINUING the story after the movie's end...so it's not just rewriting it. please READ AND REVIEW!

8. Part Seven

The Private Diaries of Kat Stratford-Part 7

A.N. I am SOOOOOO sorry for putting off writing this chapter for so long.  Finals have been looming menacingly over my head…and I have been spending my time…not studying for them hits self upside the head and also drama stuff has been eating away at my time!  Man, I wish I had updated more recently, but now hopefully I am redeeming myself!  Thank you a zillion times over to those who reviewed despite the large time increments between chapters!

Disclaimer: if you've read the other chapters, you know that  I don't own the characters…blah, I am SOOO lazy!

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April 13th, 1999

            I had to write my sonnet for English. Wasn't too hard judging by the recent events taking place.  I just can't get over what an ass Patrick turned out to be.  Imbecile would be a better term to use.  Ugh.  Here's the rough draft of the sonnet:

 
I hate the way you talk to me,

and the way you cut your hair.

I hate the way you drive my car,

I hate it when you stare.

I hate your big dumb combat boots

and the way you read my mind.

I hate you so much it makes me sick,

it even makes me rhyme.

I hate the way you're always right,

I hate it when you lie.

But I can't think of a good ending for it…I still need 6 more lines about…well, actually, if it's a Shakespearean sonnet it should have 14 lines as all sonnets do.  Oh to hell with iambic pentameter!   No, to hell with Patrick!  And Bianca, for convincing me to go!  And everyone else even remotely involved in the whole set up.  Damn them all!

April 12th, 1999

God, Patrick.  He made me think of an ending to my sonnet:

I hate it when you make me laugh,

even worse when you make me cry.

I hate it when you're not around,

and the fact that you didn't call.

But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you,

not even close…

not even a little bit…

not even at all.

How can I let someone mess me up like this?   I am the infamous Kat Stratford!  The Bitch of the Century!  The Shrew!  Frosty the Snow Bitch!   And still, I almost like the way I have no control…yeah, like hell I do!  What am I even saying???  It's a good thing I don't read over this journal, or else I would probably make myself vomit all over its pretty little pages.

April 13th, 1999

            Ok, everything I said about Patrick:  OVER.  OBSOLETE.  God, I never thought I'd be able to forgive that prick for what he did…but it's truly amazing what a fully paid for Fender Strat can do for the PMS.  But seriously, if he makes one more wrong move, that's it:  I will have to remove some significant body parts.  But for now I'm content to enjoy some of those significant body parts.

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A.N. I know it was short, but that's all I have time for now…parental units are growling…