2002-07-10
ehm. . . .
Obsession:
"Hey, that man in the crowd on The Twilight Zone looks exactly like the guy from the record store!"
2002-07-09
shiny shiny dvd player
just finished watching the shining on my shiny brand new dvd player. it took much longer to buy my dvd plyer than it should have, since i tried to pay with my debit card, but they wouldn't take it because i didn't have my driver's license with me. then when i went back with my driver's license, they told me my card was declined! i said, "noooooooo, i must have a dvd player! you don't understand, this has been on my mind all day. i want one RIGHT NOW!!!!!" actually, i didn't say any of that, but instead just paid with a credit card, which i didn't want to do since my credit card bills go to my home home and my parents will look at it, and although i will pay for it, they will ask me questions like why do you need a dvd player when you don't even have your own tv? and other things like that.
(actually, i spoke with my parents about getting a dvd player yesterday, and i was counting on them to talk me out of it. they're good for things like that: when i don't need things, they tell me, and usually they can succeed in preventing me from buying whatever it is that i want, unlike my friends: quoth May, "Buy BOTH bags, Kim." yeah, good thinking, May.)
Anyway, all I want to do now is watch movies. For the rest of the summer, the only reason I'm going to leave my house is to rent dvds. I hope this feeling ends soon, because, before my dvd player, i wanted to go see the soledad brothers on friday. it seems to me, though, that they are playing with the Waxwings, whom I don't remember liking very much, therefore, we can leave after the soledads play and be back here in plenty of time to watch a movie.
spam subject line of the day: "it don't take a genius to biggie a penis!"
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outside, the wind she blows like a banshee, and on my stereo, night is falling on Hoboken.
2002-07-08
ugliness
one of the categories that "shrek" is listed under here at the library is
Ugliness - fiction
My life could be:
Ugliness - nonfiction
I guess.
2002-07-07
Last bunnies till the hospital
There are the cutest little bunnies living by the hospital. The CUTEST. Of course, today I was scared of them because I watched Monty Python and the Holy Grail this morning while I was waiting for my parents to get here. They took a lot longer than they thought they would since they accidentally went to Canada twice.
Customs lady: How long have you been in Canada?
My dad: About 20 minutes.
They also, surprisingly, did not discourage my DVD player buying scheme. I was counting on them to talk me out of it. But they didn't, so I think I'll go have a look tomorrow.
2002-07-07
nighty night
i am extremely pleased with my new facewash.
i also like this.
2002-07-06
a real life message on our answering machine
(note - "errah"=random drunken noise)
Thursday, 3:05 AM
Hey - this John - I'm out here at Day's Inn, uh, and I rented me a room and stuff, but uh, ok, I got all this meat and stuff and I'm supposed to be, uh, cookin' it somewhere, y'know errah, but uh, errah, find out where I'm gonna cook it at. . . .shit, y'know I just bought it here and everything all right with that, but where am I gonna cook it, you don't even give me a call or nothin', y'know so call me out here at Day's Inn, uh, I'm up in Ann Arbor [long silence] you know, you need to, uh, give me a call, ok Michelle? ok, un, Antonio, you know what y'all gonna do, uh, you know I gotta do something with this meat, shit. I got all this meat and shit, errrah, I gotta cook it. You're probaby mad at me right now. Ok, bye bye.
2002-07-05
i shouldn't read
it (july 4) was a very odd day. i woke up after 11, which is unusual for me. i am not, by any stretch of the imagination, a morning person, but i do like to get up early enough to think that i could eat breakfast without being hypocritical. i took a shower and put my pajamas back on so i could go back to my room, where i read an entire (short) novel and went back to sleep.
i woke up a little while later and ate a rice cake because they were in my room and i was still in my pajamas and didn't want to go traipsing through the house. i messed around on the computer and ate another rice cake. by this point it's about 5 in the afternoon. it's about 95 degrees outside and i've spent the whole day in an upstairs room that gets really incredibly hot. my head is killing me, and i realize that since i haven't drank anything all day, i'm probably dehydrating rapidly.
i finally get dressed and leave my room. i want desperately to see someone else, but not anyone that i live with, and i don't really want to call anyone because i can tell that i'm in sort of a bad mood and i don't like calling people when i already feel bad about something else.
i drink an entire pitcher of water and eat a vegetarian corn dog and an apple.
i go back to my room and lay on my bed and think about trying to catch a fireworks display. i usually work on the fourth of july (and, basically, any holiday available) but i can't this year because the libraries are closed. i'm in a place other than clarksville on the fourth of july for the first time in my life ever. although i could have thought this about many other dates (like the third of july or the 22 of june), i usually am busy enough that i don't notice things like this.
i wish my parents were at home. although i know that i don't really want to be at home, i would have gone for the weekend. i feel like they aren't upset enough about the fact that i'm not living there this summer. they should have tried to stop me, even though i know that i would have chosen to live here anyway. more than that, i feel like they should be home on holiday weekends so i can go home too. i know they're coming here on sunday, but having them here is different. even if we just go eat lunch at big boy (which is a stupid place to have your parents take you when they come to visit you at school, but we all like it, so we go there a lot), it's different being here than at home.
i don't know.
so, laying around and listening to the smiths wasn't making me feel any better and i went for a walk in the arb. i've been walking a lot in the arb lately. i wat to lose weight, and even though i know that just the walking probably won't help that much, at least if i go for a long walk every day i feel like i'm making an effort. while i was walking, i realized that a good part of the reason that i want to lose weight is because i want some boy to like me. i mean, not just any boy, but some boy who, essentially, doesn't know i exist.
i came back home and decided to rent a video, but i didn't have enough money. instead, i discovered that there was a twilight zone marathon and watched that from 10:30 - 2. and ate ice cream. and i still really don't feel any better but at least i have to go to work tomorrow and i won't have to sit around here and think about it.
2002-07-04
meijer
tonight i got groceries.
in the bread aisle, a boy and a girl were arguing over which hamburger buns they should get
b: i think we should get wonder brand hamburger buns.
g: but the meijer ones are on sale.
b: the wonder bread is better.
g: i know what you're doing. you just don't want to eat meijer food. well, we're getting the meijer ones because they're on sale.
b: i don't care about the meijer brand. i just think the other kind will be better.
g: they're just hamburger buns. they taste like hamburger buns. i grew up with these hamburger buns. we're getting these ones.
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then there was only one checkout lane open. this didn't bother me too much because it meant i had lots of time to read tabloids. however, halfway through the weekly world news another lane opened. i asked the man in front of me if he wanted to go over there, since he only had 3 things and i had about 7 million. he said he'd rather just wait. meanwhile, the man behind me runs into the woman behind him and races to the lane that just opened. the woman that was run into lets me get in line behind him, which was very lovely of her.
this week being the fourth of july, meijer had pop on sale for cheap. there were sixpacks of 7up products for 88 cents, and the man had a cart full of them. when the cashier starts ringing them up, he stops her and says that something must be wrong because they're ringing up at more than 88 cents apiece. this is, of course, because of the bottle deposit, which the cashier explained to him for about 10 minutes. then he stops her again, and points out that the deposit hasn't come up on all of them. she explains that, even though they come in the same aluminum cans, things like lemonade do not have deposits on them. eventually he seems to grasp this concept, but is still absolutely sure that meijer has cheated him in some way. without moving any of his stuff out of the way, he starts going over his receipt trying to figure out where the cashier made her mistake.
he's done, i think, so i move ahead, but his wife suddenly appears with a bag of apples and shoves her way to the front of the line.
he was still standing there after both of my orders were taken care of.
moral of the story: if it is 11:30 pm and you are at meijer, don't be a jerk. actually, just don't be a jerk ever.
2002-07-03
note
this morning at the science library, my boss left me a note that said:
A NOTE FOR KIM:
Are you going to be here Fri July 5?
and underneath that there were the words 'yes' and 'no' with little boxes next to them.
It made me giggle.
2002-07-02
you won't be happy with me
i caught two fireflies tonight.
i let them both go.
2002-07-02
breakfast lasts all day
i was sitting here at work, withdrawing books, and i thought, "wow, my wrist feels really itchy." so i looked under my watchband and there was a rice krispie.
2002-07-02
happy early independence day
imagine a backdrop of american flags, a meijer display for the upcoming fourth of july holiday. i am waiting in line at the u-scan checkout:
a large irate woman: why you fuckin' with me. 'cos you don't know who you fuckin' with. you don't know at all, and you still fuckin' with me. you don't know at all. you think you wanna fight? i could kill you. you fuckin' think i couldn't? fuck you, why you still fuckin' with me?
another woman: you're right, ok? never mind.
liw: you don't even know who you fuckin' with. you still fuckin' with me and i could crush you. oh what, you gonna call the police. fuck you. fuckin' call the police.
GOD BLESS AMERICA!!!!!
2002-06-28
beauty and the bat
today there was a bat in the science library!!!
it was, by far, the most exciting event that has occurred during my three years working there. it was flying around, it'd hit a window, people were screaming, and this woman was running around after it trying to catch it in a paper bag. and she did catch it! and after that it was just boring again.
at the public library a man told me that kimberly is "a beautiful name for a beautiful lady." i was like, 'well, shucks.'
2002-06-26
Just so you know
Dear incoming freshmen:
Just because somebody tells you that you have to walk through a fountain doesn't mean that you really have to do it.
2002-06-26
I (heart) Detroit
My teacher wrote that I should submit my Detroit essay to some sort of Detroit-based publication. I kind of laughed it off: something I wrote? Hah. Never. But I was thinking later that this is what I tell people that I want to do. I just don't know how to do it. And really, I'm not even sure if it's what I want to do or if it's just something that's easy to tell people.
I don't know what I want.
If anyone actually reads this garbage, I've put the paper here.Please read it and tell me what you think. Please bear in mind that this is a second draft that still needs a lot of editing.
2002-06-26
blech
things i don't like:
(1) websites that have audio that i can't figure out how to turn off
(2) the word 'caveat'
(3) the fact that i am never, ever going to be done knitting this scarf
2002-06-25
where am i, pt. 2
today while i was in the sorting room at the science library, someone asked the girl at the desk how to get out of the building.
she said, "well, first you go to the first floor. . ."
2002-06-25
corn on the cob
last night i went over to becca and david's for dinner, and we had corn on the cob. that really isn't that exciting, except that all of us were eating our corn on the cob in different ways! (still not exciting, some might say.) anyway, david pointed this out: he was eating his around the cob, i was eating mine in one straight line across, and becca was eating hers by taking one bite on one end and then one on the other and then back to the other end etc.
becca said her way was the most efficient, since she had the least corn left on the cob when she was done. i argued that mine could be efficient, but since it was the first time i've had corn on the cob all season, i was out of practice. it was my warm-up cob, so to speak. david said that his way was better because in my and becca's ways, your teeth had to bite into the corn each time. his way (taking a bite and then moving down) meant that your top teeth didn't have to make a new bite mark into the corn each time, and therefore, he said it was better.
corn on the cob is good.
2002-06-24
where am i?
today someone approached me at the third floor reference desk and said, 'is this the fourth floor?'
i said, 'no, this is the third floor.'
2002-06-23
longjohn larry and the sea wench
last night my little cousin's ice cream melted before he ate it all, so his mom gave him a straw to drink it with. after he was done, he laid the straw down so that it was hanging off of the table and dripping onto his chair. he said, "somebody help me!!! it's like a fountain!!!"
and my grandma asked me if i lost weight. hey! everybody's saying it so it must be true! hot diggety!
on the way home, my mom said, "hey, that restaurant's for sale." i told my parents they should buy it. it could be a seafood restaurant and my dad could wear a patch over his bad eye. they could call it 'longjohn larry and the sea wench.' i don't think they're going to buy it.
2002-06-22
my mom's a funny lady
some of my dad's friends from work were here on motorcycles. my mom said, "they're all hanging out under the tree now! this is MY yard. if i wanted statues, i'd get angels! not hell's angels!!!"
2002-06-21
family stuff
yard sale day was called off when it was pouring rain all morning. we went regular shopping instead, but we really didn't go that many places. i bought a skirt, though. i like skirts.
we also went to the hospital to see my cousin who just had a baby. she was 14 weeks early and i stood very far away from her because i was afraid i would make her sick. sure, she was in a box, and i haven't been exhibiting any signs of illness, but i don't really like taking chances with babies that are that tiny. me, i was about 8 times the size of her when i was born.
tomororow we're going out for dinner with my grandparents and aunt and uncle. it'll be the first time i've seen my grandma since her stroke in january.
the day i found out my grandma had a stroke:
(phone rings)
mom: (various shocked expressions) - - your grandma's in the hospital. . . they think she might have had a stroke.
kim: oh. (goes to see the royal tenenbaums)
maybe i really am a bad person. well, there wasn't anything i could do (she was in georgia, i believe. i couldn't go to the hospital.), and a friend and i were leaving for the movie theater just as my mom told me. it was one of those days where i didn't know what to do, so i just decided to go with the option that made me look like the most heartless grandchild ever.
2002-06-21
home again home again jiggety jig
i got groceries this morning. meijer is a whole different world in the morning. i had to go this morning because i had to work this afternoon.
work today didn't involve as much chair spinning as yesterday, but only because one of the branches called and wanted me to pull Our Dumb Century off the shelf and i spent a little while reading that.
what else i did:
(1) found a book about robert rauschenberg for someone
(2) directed someone to books in spanish
(3) helped several people on the phone
(4) withdrew a whole bunch of books (biographies seemed to be today's subject)
(5) sat outside in the sun and ate twizzlers (i was so cold from sitting in the library for 2 hours that it didn't even seem overwhelmingly hot).
nothing fun happened in transit today, but nothing fun usually happens in my life.
i'm at home for the weekend & tomorrow i'm gonna go yard saling and go see why my new driver's license isn't here yet.
2002-06-19
shade tree
the answer to the question could this day get any better was, surprisingly, yes. here's why:
i was standing in the shade waiting to cross the street and a little old man was waiting too. he leaned over towards me and said, "i planted this tree just for you so you wouldn't have to wait in the sun."
and i saw the recordstoreboy again. he was on the other side of the street, and the part of me that's mired in seventh grade thought, "ohmigosh, he just looked over here, oh oh, maybe he saw me," while the realistic part of me thought, "he doesn't even know you're ALIVE. he certainly wouldn't be able to spot you on from the other side of the street."
day 2 at the new job was incredibly boring. i spinned in a spinny chair and drawed pictures of fruit. oh, i did help a guy find the sheet music for "i'm a believer." he said, "oh my god, NEIL DIAMOND wrote this??" and then he went to make illegal copies of it.
2002-06-19
give me a dollar
I'm all done with my papers (and therefore, with school for the summer) AND the library ordered Stalking Detroit AND it's already in and ready for me to pick it up???
Could this day get any better?
2002-06-19
goldfish crackers
there's a box of goldfish crackers on my desk and on the back it says this:
"Anytime, anywhere. . . One snack that's OK to get hooked on!"
I think they should have added this onto the end:
"As long as you don't care about getting a really fat ass!"
2002-06-18
shopping is what i'd rather be doing right now
lemme tell you something kids:
outlet shopping ain't the same thing as bargain shopping.
At a regular mall: you buy a shirt for $40. The store makes a hyoooge profit from your style-conscious self.
At an outlet mall: you pay $20 for a shirt. The store still makes a profit (hey, it costs them what, about $5 or so to make a shirt?).
Bargain shopping: You pay $3.50 for a shirt on the clearance rack at either type of mall. the store loses $1.50. You feel enormously self-satisfied.
I can't wait until my guide to shopping hits the stores! (A hint: wait until you can find a used copy at amazon.com. I mean, um. . . . . . shit.)
2002-06-18
a poop joke on npr
I started my new job early this morning and now i think I'm going to take a nap before editing my papers. I've got no new ideas of my own right now, so here are funny things I read/heard today:
"This, I knew very well, was the brassiere - another formidable appliance upheld by arrangement of black straps as skilfully and scientifically rigged as the supporting cables of a suspension bridge.
Dear me, I thought. One lives and learns."
(Roald Dahl, "Nunc Dimittis")
Heh. Yes, the same Roald Dahl that wrote Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, James and the Giant Peach and The BFG which you may or may not have read in the third grade. I read him in third grade and now I'm reading him again in what amounts to about 16th grade. He's the author that grows with you! Alfred Hitchcock wants you to read his books (I know that at least three stories in the collection that I'm reading were used for episodes of "Alfred Hitchcock Presents." Everyone knows that a piece of literature is more legitimate if someone makes a tv/movie/tv-movie out of it.)
a note: I don't want the snide comment to make it sound like Hitch didn't do justice to these stories. He handled the literature to film transition in his work with much more skill than many modern directors.
Moving on, I was listening to NPR while I was at work, and Neal Conan (host of 'Talk of the Nation') was talking to a caller who was an archaeologist. She said that her job wasn't as glamorous as people assumed, and gave the example that one time her her dig had been near the site of the outhouse of an old farm. Neal said something like, "So, instead of the tomb of King Tut, you got the poop of King Tut!"
I lauged so hard I almost died.
2002-06-17
it's not easy being a procrastinator
hey HEY
today was my last day of school!
i spent it in my room, writing a paper about shakespeare, which I am now going to go edit on the porch.
then i'm going to come back here and edit my memoir, which needs a heck of a lot of editing and is due wednesday (and i have to edit my epistolary essay in there somewhere too).
i hate being busy. or rather, i hate being me because i always put off everything until the last possible second. otherwise being me is fine.
2002-06-16
creature scifi
i am going to see this movie. quite possibly the day it comes out.
2002-06-16
weekend
It always amazes me how much time I can waste when I have homework to do. So far today I have:
(1) slept until 11 (i didn't get in until late, so that's ok)
(2)eaten lunch
(3)cut up peaches
(4)(probably the one that truly screwed up my whole day) discovered we have cable
However, the fact that we have cable really shouldn't have been that much of a problem considering that there was nothing on. That being said, here is what I watched today:
(1) an infomercial for the Sonicare toothbrush (you know that it had absolutely no effect on me since I actually went to the website)
(2) an infomercial for something called either the 'Reva' or 'Revo' styling system (i can't remember the name, exactly, but their catchphrase was, "It's reva/o-lutionary!") Basically, it's a round brush that spins around while you dry your hair ('it straightens and shines!' uh, no way am i an easy target). It's the kind of product where the potential for disaster looks high, so I kept watching. The best part of this infomercial were 6 women sitting around two white tables in the white studio, chatting among themselves about how exciting this new product is. And when the announcer said, "Every day can be the best hair day of your life!"
(3)E! True Hollywood Story, Studio 54 (parts of it)
(4)Part of an infomercial about that chicken rotisserie thing.
(5)Love, American Style (A woman was having her butler try on some jeans that she got for her husband's birthday. They were too tight, and he died. Seriously. Then some guy, who hadn't previously been in the program, made them a new and better butler out of plastic.)
(6)(part of)Gomer Pyle, USMC (Gomer was on a date, talking about monster movies.)
(7)Spongebob Squarepants
And then I finally tore myself away.
Last night was The Sights record relase party, except they didn't have their new record to release. That was ok, though, because it meant I could spend more money on alcohol. A great band. And cute too.
It's time for me to go do that paper I've been putting off all weekend.
2002-06-15
buckethead
The other day I saw Thibaut carrying a bucket down State Street.
When I asked him about it later he said, "Dick needed the bucket for his cat."
2002-06-13
jobby jobby job job job
there were a surprising number of people waiting for for the library to open this morning. most of them wanted to use the internet. but i wouldn't get up that early just for that.
so, anyway, i had to sit behind the desk in the periodicals section, because the person that was supposed to work hadn't come to work and the man that was interviewing me couldn't leave his desk because people kept trying to check out computers. once he went away, and i sat there all by myself, almost looking like i worked there. almost.
but actually, i DO work there now. hah hah hah. i have a job!!! another one!! and it pays a lot!!! and they hired me right there, on the spot!!!
favorite interview question: what's your favorite search engine?
tee hee hee.
this makes up for the ridiculous amount of money i spent at meijer last night. and it means that i can buy one of those little notebooks today. both meijer and target didn't have any yesterday, which struck me as being kind of odd.
2002-06-12
early to bed, etc.
the excitement with which i look forward to grocery day is really a little disturbing.
i'm going to bed now so i can be bright and fresh and cheery and incredibly ABLE looking for my job interview tomorrow morning.
2002-06-11
porchlife
Our house meeting was cancelled!!!!!
In other news, if you can't find me on July 28, I'll probably be here.
If you need me right now, I'll be on the porch.
2002-06-11
i like libraries
OK, so I had an interview at the public library last week. I didn't get the job, but that wasn't really a huge deal. And then a few days later I got an email telling me that they won't be ordering any of the stuff I requested. And last time I was in, the librarian didn't tell me that something was being held for me, and now I have to go all the way back when I could have just picked it up last night when I was over there already.
But, just when I start to think that the library is against me, I get a call for another job there! The library doesn't hate me! It's just fate, kicking me, repeatedly, and in all library-related ways! The job this time is 'information desk clerk,' whatever that means, and the guy I talked to on the phone sounded as though he had actually read my application, which is nice. And he said that it pays $10-$10.50 an hour. After he said that, the entire conversation gets a little difficult for me to remember. I feel like $10.50 an hour would make me independently wealthy. It's, like, almost twice as much as I make now. I was so worked up that I even agreed to a 9am interview, which means I'll have to get up very very early. But, ack, I HAVE TO GET THIS JOB.
Then at work today, at the other library, I tipped over a big cart of books. It had to happen eventually. My boss said that he tipped over a cart when he was trying to get into an elevator once and a whole bunch of books fell down the elevator shaft. I asked him how they got them out, and he said, "I don't know. Maybe they're still down there." And then I stood in the elevator and wondered.
2002-06-11
i dreamed about him again last night, smithers
i was washing my hair just now and there was a spider in it! in my hair! eew.
and i dreamed about. . . something i'd rather not discuss. damn my stupid subconscious.
song in my head for the last three days: belle and sebastian-jonathan david. it's not like we'll be parted. it's not like we'll never know love.
2002-06-11
macbeth was a space cadet
macbeth was a space cadet.
my professor said this and i wrote it in my notes.
macbeth was a space cadet
2002-06-10
the angels wanna wear my red shoes
i realized today that during all of the spring half-term, i've never started a paper more than 12 hours before it was due. 2 pages, 8 pages, it didn't make any difference. they always got started at about 11 pm the night before they were due. i also realized, though, that my grades in this class have been better than in other classes when I have actually started papers earlier. so, what does this tell me?
my mid-shakespeare class treat went horrible wrong today when my yogurt exploded onto my shirt. since when does yogurt explode? to make this even worse, i don't even like yogurt. and now there are purple spots on my shirt.
i am now off to watch the simpons and to try to wash my red sneakers in the washing machine, even though i am fairly sure that this attempt will end in heartbreak for everyone involved (ie, me).
2002-06-09
sweet pickle relish
i had a dream a couple of weeks ago in which i was trying to convince becca that i didn't like sweet pickle relish and that she should take our jar of relish home with her so i wouldn't have to live with it anymore.
this is ridiculous for two reasons:
(1) i DO like sweet pickle relish. it is, in fact, the only relish that i like (besides my grandma's yummy cranberry relish).
(2) i usually forget dreams within about 5 seconds of the time i wake up. this one about relish has stayed with me for weeks. WEEKS! it must mean something . . .
2002-06-08
I think you know what i'm trying to say
since when does "i'm going to go shopping tomorrow" imply an invitation.
blech. i can't even do things by myself without being wrong wrong wrong anymore.
shopping was a big bust anyway. i bought some records at the reuse center:
Rolling Stones-Some Girls
Steve Martin-A Wild and Crazy Guy
Donavan-Wear Your Love Like Heaven
Dinah Shore/Lena Horne-Lower Basin Street
John McCormack-Sings Irish Songs
And by the sounds of things the Steve Martin one is currently in the process of completely destroying my needle.
I also bought stuff to make pizza with - then I made pizza.
What I was looking for, though, was skirts, and I didn't buy any of those. I like skirts.
2002-06-08
music in the night
i just saw the royal tenenbaums for the fourth time! and i filled my car up with gas! and i saw the cute boy from the record store on the street (ok, so that was much earlier this afternoon, but still, it made my whole day)!
i'm really tired of taking care of myself, which doesn't really bode well for the rest of my adult life. i wrote an email to my parents asking (telling) them to come down here and take me out for dinner. they won't/can't. sigh. at least they sent me two emails. and i got one from may, who hinted at a 'project' that i might 'enjoy.' she said something about a post office, too, which means i may be getting something in the mail. what with that, my new driver's license, and that baby shower invitation, i'll be rolling in mail for the next couple of weeks, which will be pleasant since i haven't gotten any since my birthday card from beth three weeks ago.
speaking of my driver's license, at the show last night, i showed it to the guy at the door and he said, "this isn't you." and i said, "it is too me." and he said, "have you lost weight?" and, much like my record store boy sighting today, it really made my night, even though i'm pretty sure that he was just randomly commenting about everyone's picture. he said, "did you cut your hair yourself?" to the guy in front of me. oh well. at least he didn't say, "hoowee, you've gained a lot of weight."
the neighbors are outside and they are singing very badly.
2002-06-06
npr rules my life
one thing i like a lot is when the npr man improvises comments during the weather report:
"this afternoon, partly sunny, finally. . ."
i've decided this summer i'm going to start drinking beer. i've never liked it before, but i figure if i just keep drinking it, i'll eventually start to enjoy it. other people's summer projects are so lame: "i'm going to fix up the house;" "i'm going to read some good books." hah. i'm going to drink beer.
this all started because of npr's 'talk of the nation' program on tuesday, which was about beer. so much of my life is dictated by npr. it's a little distressing. most of my stories start with, "i was listening to npr today. . ." i was reading the summer fest booklet thingy, and in spite of all the other interesting programs that are planned, all i thought was, "ooh, ira glass is going to be in town." sigh. i've always had the sneaking suspicion that i am not very cool. sigh again.
in other news, tonight i'm going to the hives/the mooney suzuki show. if things get to be too punk rock, i'm leaving. all i really want to see is the mooney suzuki. they're dreeeeeeeaaaamy.
oh, and as for the "am i crazy or not" dilemma, i only had one alleged sighting of this person today. one is too many, though.
2002-06-04
kimbob looneypants
are you crazy when you see someone everywhere all the time, someone who isn't here at all, someone who is someplace else entirely, AM I LOSING MY MIND?
2002-06-02
porchlife
"once my friend got home and there was a naked bum cooling off in front of her refrigerator."
"man or woman?"
"?"
"a naked man is bad, but a woman. . ."
"name, i don't think you'd really wanna see a naked bum, even a woman. that's, like, the worst calendar ever."
2002-06-01
movie night
50s scifi/horror that i want to watch or rewatch during this summer:
01. them!
02. the fly
03. tarantula
04. the thing from another world
05. black scorpion
06. the beast from 20,000 fathoms
07. behemoth, the sea monster
08. the monster that challenged the world
09. the creature from the black lagoon
10. the deadly mantis
11. the tingler
12. the valley of gwangi
13. the creature walks among us
14. it cam from beneath the sea
15. reptilicus
16. 20 million miles to earth
17. it came from outer space
18. the day the earth stood still
19. gorgo
20. the blob
21. invasion of the body snatchers
22. the killer shrews
23. the abominable snowman of the himilayas
24. teenagers from outer space
25. attack of the crab monsters
26. attack of the giant leech
27. the land unknown
28. the wasp woman
29. beginning of the end
30. the alligator people
31. earth vs. the flying saucers
32. i married a monster from outer space
33. monster on campus
34. kronos
35. forbidden planet
36. it: the terror from beyond space
37. king kong
38. invaders from mars
39. godzilla
40. the incredible shrinking man
and if i have time, i'd like to watch all of the planet of the apes movies too.
2002-06-01
emo(tion)/shirts
i was looking for a shirt i want on ebay today, and i came across this jewel:
"this shirt is the personification of emo"
this is funny to me for a couple of reasons. first, how can a shirt be a personification of anything? perhaps our friend meant to say 'shirtification.'
second, i've always suspected that the whole emo thing is more about clothes than music. and now i've been proven right. it doesn't matter what kind of godawful noise you're making, just as long as you look the part.
2002-05-30
take a letter, maria
dear kim:
you have to learn how to turn off the smartass part of your brain during job interviews. do you want to be working at the science library for the rest of your life?
hugs and kisses,
kim.
2002-05-29
Kim=Shakespeare?
This happened a couple of days ago, but i just thought about it just now, for some reason:
I was in the arb, and so were a bunch of kids. By kids, I mean teenagers. Anyway, one of them said, "What would you do if you were standing here and all of a sudden a dinosaur came out of the grass and started running at you?"
And I yelled, "I'D GET BACK IN MY TIME MACHINE AND RETURN TO 2002." Actually, I just thought that. But it would have been really funny if I'd actually have said it.
In other news, I just rocked my Shakespeare exam. Me and Willie, we're like two peas in a pod.
2002-05-29
i'm smelly!
hah!
i am taking a cue from yesterday's lengthy email from karisa and SKIPPING CLASS. all you summer school kids, skip a class. it will change your life.
actually, i've already accomplished quite a lot. since 6:30 this morning i have:
1. finished my paper
2. to kinkos
3. to amer's
4. to my prof's office
5. to my classroom because my prof wasn't in his office
6. to decker drugs
7. home again
phew. that's more than i usually do in an entire day.
at kinkos i learned the saddening fact that they starting june 1, they will be closing at 11pm every night. i really don't know what i'll do when kinkos isn't open all night. it's not that i go there a lot, it's just a security thing. i KNOW kinkos is open all night. and that makes me happy.
and i tried my darndest to make double sided copies (because, frankly, my paper wasn't good enough to justify killing 60 pages worth of trees), but for some reason the copy machine outsmarted me at every turn and i was too embarrassed to go ask the kinkos people about something as simple as double sided copies. therefore, instead of having 20 copies of my five page paper (totalling 60 pages), i end up with 119 copies! i hate it that machines are smarter than me.
i went to amer's to get some coffee. i don't really like coffee, but i needed to buy a bluebook, and i only had a 10 dollar bill and i didn't want to pay for a 24 cent bluebook with a 10 dollar bill. so i bought coffee, and then i walked to class and i thought about how very hip and/or with it i looked, with my coffee and my skirt and my ruffly shirt and my sequiny bag. later after i bought some orange juice, i felt the same way. walking around with beverages makes me feel coool.
i saw becca on the other side of the street when i was coming back home and i yelled "HI BECCA! I AM SKIPPING CLASS!" and then i looked around suspiciously for my professor, expecting him to emerge out of an alley and bust me.
if i had been a good student and worked on my paper during the weekend, i would've gone to class. but as only got two hours of sleep last night, i figured i'd come back here and nap. but i drank that coffee, and now i'm starting to feel like i could stay up for another 48 hours. i have a feeling, though, that it will suddenly exit my system during my exam this afternoon and i will have to write an essay about shakespeare while i am asleep, which will be extremely difficult. i'll probably have to skip work, which sucks because i'm poor. i need better time management skills.
yesterday:
i wrote this on a birthday card: any birthday card with a butt joke is the card for me!
i also spent a great deal of time in the public library thinking, "why can't they put the local history books in the same place as the rest of the reference books? why must i have to wander all around the floor when they could just put them in numerical order and everyone would be able to find exactly what they want? why is the world against me? why why why?"
but the moment i stepped outside, i realized that this is what i want my enire summer to be like. it was warm, but not humid, breezy but not windy, cloudy, but not completely overcast. lovely lovely weather and a lovely lovely smell was wafting over from jerusalem garden. but i came home and at CABBAGE.
thank ye, i'm off to shower.
tooth status=still yellow
2002-05-28
Still yellow
1:18 and still no start on my paper? I've been blaming the fact that I haven't been able to go to the library, it bein' Memorial Day and all. But actually, it's just because I'm lazy and I don't want to write it. I went to Borders but they didn't have anything very helpful.
All I have to do tomorrow, though, is go to work for a few hours and then I am free to while away the rest of my day in the public library, which, according to their online catalog, has more helpful books than the University library.
We had a house meeting and it was really stupid because 4 people didn't bother to show up and we need to figure out a work schedule. 1 was at the bar, 2 were allegedly at DEMF, and 1 was just AWOL. Bleh.
But I think I've discovered who hasn't been doing their dishes. Who is responsible for the exploded Coke in the freezer is still a mystery, though.
I am off for round 4 of the tooth whitening project. Tooth status so far=still yellow.
2002-05-27
Meijer
i was cleaning and i found my meijer receipt from yesterday. this is what it says.
TEETH WHITNR
CARD
BUBBLES
i am a PARTY ANIMAL!
2002-05-27
Book Store
I was walking to the arb yesterday when my essay topic suddenly hit me. Unfortunately, I need a Detroit tour guide to write it. I went to Borders last night at 8:30, because it didn't seem very likely to me that they would close at 9. They closed at 9. So I got a peach Italian soda at Amer's and went home.
Will Borders be open on Memorial day? One can only hope.
2002-05-26
Enon is None backwards
We were sitting there doing whatever it is we usually do before shows (read: not a whole lot). The lights were down onstage and nobody was doing any of the preshow stuff that usually goes on. Everything looked pretty setup: a couple of drumsets, some guitars, a keyboard or two. A guy gets up on stage and starts dancing (there is no change in the lighting). Everyone looks at him confusedly - is he the opening act or some random lunatic? The song ends and he introduces himself: "Hello Detroit, I am Los Fancy Free, from Mexico City." Of course. "Uh, I am from Mexico City and also I am Mennonite. Do you know about Mennonites here? You have Amish (pronounced 'Aim-ish') here, right? I think Mennonites are a little less conservative than the Amish. . ."
Now, lemme tell you - I'm Mennonite. And one thing Mennonites don't do is put in a tape of prerecorded Euro-disco sounding music and dance around like a lunatic. Another thing they don't do is badger a group of Detroit indie kids into dancing, saying "If you don't come up here and dance, you can give me a dollar, and put it right here" gesturing to the wastebands of their shiny pants. They don't wander into the audinece and sing into embarrassed looking people's faces. In short, they are not as wildly entertaining as this man was. It was impossible to look away, even though I had the feeling that, at any moment, the whole thing would become a gigantic car crash. Or maybe that was half the fun.
The second band was The Bloodthirsty Lovers from Memphis, who requested floorspace for the night. I don't know if they got any. At one point I was impressed because they had two keyboards but no guitar or bass, but now I can't remember what they sounded like. I don't mean that they were bad - Los Fancy Free was just a tough act to follow.
Finally Enon, who told us we were the best Detroit Audience they ever played to. Really, they said, we sincerely mean that. And I'll bet any amount of money that Enon's new album is going to rock your socks off when it comes out. Any amount.
Altogether a night of fine music with a crowd about a quarter of the size of the Brendan Benson show the night before. It would have been extremely enjoyable if the person I was with hadn't weirded out on me again. She suddenly became intensely angry with me before the show when I told her that I went to the arb my freshman year (I know, it doesn't make any sense to me eiher). Being left with no one to talk to, I instead imagined conversations between my earplugs, brand-named "Hearos."
First Plug: We can be Hearos just for one day.
Second Plug: Actually, we can be Hearos until we become covered with waxy buildup.
Hah hah hah. The things I do for a laugh.
Now, it is tomorrow and I have just returned home from Jimmy Johns and I've been enjoying this sandwich immensely. As I was approaching the store, the Jimmy Johns guy was out front and I thought he was throwing rocks at birds, but actually he was feeding them bread, which was an altogether nicer thing for him to be doing.
And why shouldn't he be doing a nice thing like feeding birds? It is a beautiful sunshiney day, and he probably doesn't have a friend who spends all of her time trying to make his life miserable.
In spite of the lovely weather, I have to go to Meijer to buy Beth a birthday card since her birthday was a long time ago and I have to do it now before I forget again. I have to be nice to her if I want her to go to Cedar Point with me. I also need to get. . . .something else, but at the moment I can't remember what that is. After that, a walk in the arb (even though she'll just get madder), but it's a damn nice day and I'm going (and I just spilled pickle juice down my shirt).
2002-05-25
epistle
It is pouring outside, with lightning and thunder and everything is either grey or bright green. It's very pretty.
I can't write my essay. So I'm watching it rain instead. And later I'm going to make guacamole. I still have three more days of weekend to write it. And Kinkos is open alllll night, so I have plenty of time to make copies for my whole class.
2002-05-25
brendan benson
yesterday was a two entry day. i'm skipping a rather important part of it just because if i ignore it, it will just go away.
so anyway, the brendan benson show was yesterday and it way cool. every who's anyone in the metro detroit area was there (except for the people at the sat. looks good to me show at the detroit contemporary), and it was EXACTLY what it was supposed to be. it's pop music. it's not rocket science. it was also my first of-age show. i had gin and tonic to celebrate. not much, though. i need to make friends with people who have cars so i can see what it's like to be one of those annoying drunk people at shows.
funny on the way home we could have died story:
friend: i wondered why someone didn't replace his water when after it spilled.
me: [thinking about this]
friend: uh, that's a red light. . .
hah hah hah. drive shmrive.
and what's the deal with the new weezer album? i really like it. . . but am i supposed to?
tonight: back to the magic stick for enon!
2002-05-22
make mine vanilla
i really think that things can be bad just because other things are so good. the belle and sebastian show was bad because the gorky's show was great. vanilla coke is bad because jones vanilla cola is the greatest beverage on earth.
that being said, if you've never had jones vanilla cola, the vanilla coke might actually be ok. if you have had it, though, don't bother.
i brought this up because (1) i tried some vanilla coke tonight and (2) somebody told me it was unfair to judge something based on something else. i think she meant, specifically, the concert, and not something like coke vs. jones soda. but past experiences shape the way you judge new ones, and there's really no way around that.
i made a carrot cake because we had some carrot overstock. it smells good, but it took a really long time bake. like, twice as long as the recipe said. i think that might be, though, because i put pineapple in it. maybe, anyway.
and, i went for a walk in the arb today! it was very nice, but to go for a walk in the arb requires actually getting to the arb, which is quite a trek in itself. but then, i always enjoy a scenic stroll around the hospital.
2002-05-21
writer's block
People who don't like to write shouldn't be forced to take writing classes. Or at least I shouldn't be forced to read their essays. It's not bad, really, it's just the work of someone who hasn't been writing for the past four years.
Not that my essays are much better, mind you, but at least I don't think mine sound like this. This sounds like work. I hope mine don't sound like this.
I have to get back to editing, but I have just received an email telling me that I "can look 10-20 years younger!" I was just saying the other day how much I wished I could look like I was between the ages of 1 and 11.
2002-05-21
home sweet home
yay! arthur helped me set up my wireless card. by helped, i mean he did the whole thing while i just sat here.
other than that, today was an unspectacular day, disregarding the fact that the three hour shakespeare lecture got out a half hour early. and my burner has just spit out a cd that couldn't possibly be done burning and i wonder why it's been so touchy lately.
2002-05-18
home
it was my birthday several days ago and now i am at home for the weekend eating cake and watching spongebob squarepants. i also got a wireless ethernet card for my laptop and it had better work.
will someone please go to cedar point with me this summer?
2002-05-11
Belle et S�bastien
Ok, so the show was pretty much what I thought it would be, but with better lighting. Notice that I didn't say, "BEST SHOW EVER," a phrase that I usually throw around pretty freely. I liked it, but. . . but first the good things
(1) the cover of "Baby Love" - I always feel like bands should have to cover a motown song when in Detroit. They didn't do it because it was Detroit, though, but because their tour manager's (or somebody's) wife had a baby. [They talked about how fun the middle of the show was today because they got to have refreshments. They passed around a bottle of champagne and then admitted that the mid-show refreshment break was probably less entertaining for all of us.]
(2) the cover of "Time of the Season" - the Zombies are one of my favorite bands. I do feel, however, that they could have picked one of their less famous songs, but everyone knew it and seemed to like it, so hey.
(3) More between song banter than I had expected. They're funny and they have cute accents. Can you ask for more?
(4) The folks of Belle and Sebastian are the best dancers this side of 'N Sync (waaaaaaay over on this side).
Ok, all of that being said, this show left me in a state of anger that I don't remember ever leaving another concert in. It wouldn't've been so bad if I hadn't ween Gorky's Zygotic Mynci in march. Gorky's played to a crowd of about 100 people at the Detroit Contemporary. I paid my $10 or so and stood in the front row, rapt with attention. I remember it being very quiet, without the background chatter that goes on at most shows (although that could just be because I was in a world where only Gorky's and I existed).
The reason this made me mad, though, is this: why is gorky's playing in a shithole like the Detroit Contemporary when Belle and Sebastian is playing for at least 10 times the number of people at the State Theater? Why should B&S have room for 12 people onstage when Gorky's barely had room for 5? It's not fair, is my problem. Gorky's has been around for as long as B&S and their albums have gotten consistently better over the years. Belle and Sebastian's work peaked with If You're Feeling Sinister. That's not to say that their other albums have been bad; they've written some good, no some damn near perfect pop songs since then. But the albums, in their entirity, just haven't been that solid. For some reason, though, B&S were lucky enough to get on a big American label, while Gorky's aren't AND Beggars Banquet didn't decide to reissue their back catalogue, as Matador did with B&S. (And yes, I realize that there are much bigger injustices in the world, but this is what I'm going on about right now.)
A second reason I had a less enjoyable time than I could have was because the crowd was so full of shit that it was dificult to breath. People who believe that Belle and Sebastian is the be all and end all of life have totally lost touch with reality. And, you'd think that people like this would make some attempt to, i dunno, pay some sort of attention to the band during the show, but instead they usually choose to talk loudly about how original (don't get me started) or brilliant the band is or great the band is (or sometimes about other things that don't relate to the band at all.) By the way, shushing people or screaming, "Shut the fuck up," won't make people be quite, and, actually, it adds to the overall noise level. Just something to keep in mind.
I think I'll stop with this now because i'm sounding pretentious and whiney (although I feel somewhat entitled since my copy of Sinister is on The Enclave).
After the show I was too filled with rage to be cold, and the minute I got into my care, WDET played the entire Moby album, which just made things worse. It's like they knew just when I'd be getting into my car and what I would least like to hear. In an attempt for something to go right during the evening, we made a three suburb search for a single can or bottle of Tab, since I've been somewhat intrigued by it's retro-ness (but not intrigued enough to actually buy a whole 12-pack). No success, which wasn't really a surprise.
Finally, when we were almost back to Ann Arbor, WDET started playing actual good music, and as I exited I-94, I saw what I took to be a falling star. During the hours that followed (which i spent eating a sandwich, watching teevee, and driving aimless around the surrounding countryside), it seemed to me that it was too obvious. I could too clearly trace it's path, it didn't happen fast enough to be a falling star. When I finally arrived at home, I saw anohter one just above my house. Two in one night makes it real, and in the borrowed style of a hopeless romantic, I wished for the only thing I ever wish for.
2002-05-10
mailman
the mailman wasn't wearing his uniform. he had his mailman shorts on, but he was wearing a red t-shirt! i was reading on the porch and i wanted to ask him about it, but i didn't really know if it was any of my business.
belle and sebastian tonight - now, to meijer to buy socks.
2002-05-08
tous les choses
another rainy day. slogging back home through the rain i remembered how much fun it is to actually be greeted by people upon returning home. sometimes, it seems, the simpsons just aren't enough.
at our house meeting last night we voted to stop getting the new york times. we also unofficially voted to upgrade our cable package. culture shmulture.
and, if i can find it in my bank account to buy a wireless ethernet card, i may be able to enjoy internet access from the comfort and privacy of my very own bedroom (which means porn porn porn, of course. heh. i'm kidding, you know. mom? really.) actually, it means that i will actually be able to download stuff onto my own computer, rather than having to download in computer labs and carrying them home on floppy disks or cds, which, for some reason, never seems to work very well for me. (because computers HATE me.)
i got a call back about the job that i didn't want. it's a little disappointing, but i need ANY job at this point.
i effectively flashed everyone at the library when a very vital button came undone at some point during the two hours i was working and i didn't notice until i was just about to leave. oh, the despair. luckily, i'm pretty sure that nobody's looking at my chest. or in my general direction at all.
a side note: this boy i have this ridiculous crush on (ridiculous because: (1) he's not that great looking (2) i really don't know anything about him (3) one of the reasons that i have a crush on him at all is because he seemed so totally oblivious to my existence for so long) actually asked about me! one of my friends knows him and he asked a question specifically about me! but it wasn't a question like, "hey, will she go out with me." it was a stupid question that wouldn't lead to that in a million years. and he already has a girlfriend, which makes it seem like i should move on.
12 donuts for $1.79! day-old baked goods heaven, is what meijer is after 9 o'clock.
plan of action for tomorrow:
(1) order bagels
(2) call back and get an interview for the job i don't want
(3) call and see if the position is available at the hospital gift shop
(4) work, 3 hours (1-4, if you're in the neighborhood)
(5) see if the recipes file i made at home will open on a university computer, since it won't work on mine
(6) make something good to eat - zucchini, possibly, or even that casserole with the tortillas and meet and cheese and tomato soup.
(7) neko case and her boyfriends at the blind pig!!
(8) sleep the sleep of the just
plan of action for right now:
(1) go check on the banana bread
(if i'd do this more than once a day, things wouldn't get so blathery.)
2002-05-07
misc
i can't find a job. i can't. i'm still working at the library and it's about to drive me crazy. and i've only been there one day.
when i'm looking through the listings i think things like, "ooh, hospital gift shop clerk." but really, is that what i want to be doing? selling flowers to dying people's families (well, actually. . .)? i guess i'll send this guy an email.
seamed pantyhose are also difficult to find. i've looked everywhere that seems logical in town. i think there's a costume store somewhere, and maybe they'll have them.
and yesterday a cute cat came and sat with us on our porch. he was all white and hairy and liked nick the best because he had a black trenchcoat that he could shed all over. it was a very nice cat and i took a picture. i need to take pictures because the film in my camera is still from christmas. CHRISTMAS!
2002-05-04
Alternate Route to Vulcan Street
from www.ringsaroundtheworld.co.uk:
[Alternate Route to Vulcan Street]
"The title is an actual road sign, right near the Canadian border outside Detroit. We�d taken a wrong turning in the van."
!!!
We MUST find this sign!!
Who's with me? Somebody? Anyone?
2002-05-03
general admission woes
belle and sebastian tickets are $32!! and they're in the balcony.
"uh, i thought they were general admission"
"yeah, general admission main floor and general admission balcony."
i don't know, i feel like i should get to pay less if i'm in the balcony.
and, to add to the confusion, my friend's housemate already has two tickets, which she and my friend were going to use. and i don't know if they're balcony or main floor and i don't want to sit in the balcony by myself. and my friend is out of town, so she can't find out. would it be out of line for me to go to the house and ask this girl? hmmm.
i didn't really care until right now if i even went to see them. it has been a shrugworthy show right from the beginning. but now that it looks like i might not be able to, I'm GOING TO DIE if i don't get to go.
gorky's wasn't nearly this much trouble. $15 at the door and i stood in the front row of a room slightly larger than my basement. and i like them more than b&s too. oh well.
2002-05-03
the ugly side of guacamole
did you know that if you get avocado on your favorite shirt it will leave a big green stain?
2002-05-02
stalker
heh, did you ever find yourself in the computer lab and think, "ack! the simpsons is on in 10 minutes! i'll never make it!"
i'll see part of it, though. i'm off to the white market to try to "run in" to somebody.
2002-05-02
schooly
y'know what would be fun? if i suddenly decided to go to detroit last night. we saw the french kicks until suddenly, at 12:30, all i wanted to do was lay down on the floor and go to sleep. i managed to stay awake long enough to drive home and drag myself to bed.
and today i haven't been able to bring myself to do anything. i filled out half of a job application and ate a veggie burger and some guacamole. i read 2 pages of hamlet, then gave up on that too. now, i think, i'm going to go see if i can get a nonworkstudy job at the library. i hope i hope i hope.
go here:
save internet radio
2002-04-30
cream puffs
i got my hair cut this morning.
"bleh" is the best way to describe it.
i didn't get the cream puffs finished until just now because when i started to make them last night (at 10:30), i discovered that we didn't have enough eggs. i had to buy them at the gas station today after my haircut. the cream puffs themselves were also something of an ordeal, and the bottoms stuck to the pan and, therefore, all the cream falls out of the bottom, which isn't what's supposed to happen.
and i didn't get any packing done last night because i opted instead to do crossword puzzles and watch an episode of m*a*s*h that i've seen about a hundred times already. and i watched a little of steve's final blues clues episode. he's recording with (some of) the flaming lips, you know.
i'm going to go vacuum my car.
2002-04-29
broke
$700 to get the air conditioner in my car fixed! i probably could've just opened the windows.
i guess this means no pink sauconys for me anytime in the near future.
i saw beth in meijer today! um, it wasn't really that surprising, since she works there. i was trying to get my watch battery changed, but that woman who says she can't do things like that was there and i had to do it myself. and then i turned around to say something to my mom and there was beth! we talked of summer school and roommate woes and she said she'd come visit me sometimes when she goes to see her boyfriend. i'm kind of worried that i don't have enough friends that are girls and that i'm going to assimilate into the maleness of my house. this is probably less likely than i think it is.
i'm really excited about going back to school. living off campus makes me feel like a townie. all i can think about is how quiet and empty it will be now that all those damn college kids will be gone.
now i will:
1. pack
2. type more recipes
3. make cream puffs
4. try to find that picture in which my hair actually looks like it's supposed to.
2002-04-29
communion
went to church today. i feel like my dad thinks he's making me go when i'm at home. i don't mind church - in fact, i kind of like it. it's like class, only you don't have finals and you get to sing. it was a communion service today, though. i've never taken communion, and i sat there being quietly consumed by a very real fear of hell.
and then a long, rainy sunday afternoon stretched out in front of us. so we went to the botanical gardens. i lost about 30 pictures off of my mom's digital camera, but then she and i took 90 (!) more, so it wasn't really a big deal. plus, it led to an exciting photoessay (by me) called When Butterflies Attack. perhaps i will link it here someday.
tried to fix the way this thing looks. i want simple. colors shmolers.
all i wanted from the white elephant sale was an electric typewriter.
(i will be more coherent tomorrow.)
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