what is it with me and infatuations this week?

i think i am in love with tori amos.
and i’ve only heard one song.
*swoon*

i’ve missed this city.

today, i went to condom world. i bought a vibrator. thusly, today was a good day.
it’s pink and pastel-y and waterproof and really kind of cute.
maybe i should take a picture of it.
actually, i think i will.

for your reference, that’s a standard 20 oz bottle of aquafina.

i’ve decided to stick with having Kim’s Wall-O-Fame on the wall behind my computer, because that gives me something to look at when i decide to space out. it’s also where Kim’s Wall-O-Fame was last year.. it’s kind of it’s home.
whooo… pronoun overload.

it is mad effin hot around here. this, i do not enjoy. when it is raining, dear bostonia, the humidity should not be 438%. work on that.

well, the jobhunt has almost officially started. i need to hit up student services to find out if there’s any way i can have two work-study jobs (as i’ll never reach the full award amount with just one) plus emerson employment, or if that may be too much. i think i’ll find out about workstudy, and then keep those two plus off-campus whateverimightland. i put in an app at tealux today; here’s hoping.

i less than three that place soooo much.

and i less than three you all, too.

but now, i feel it is time for some blast!

probably the best part about the trip out east this year…

hearing my mother use the term “holy balls.”

as in:
“holy balls! why is that place so busy?”

jesus christ people… that’s NOT the real cheers. get. over. it.

well, i guess that my computer sensed that i was out buying a new ethernet cable, and decided that it wanted the interwebs to work all of a sudden, so i guess we’ll give this a shot.
but be warned ethernet-cable-to-the-compy386… your time is near.

so. back to boston. i think ra tim said it best… “welcome home.”

sure, i hate packing and moving and unpacking and decorating and making decisions… but i’m so much more at ease than i was just a few days ago.

i have the huge half of the room. this is making the placement of Kim’s Wall-O-Fame very difficult, as the huge half of the room has more corners, and theoretically, more walls, than the other, much smaller, half of the room.

i have a coke bear coffee mug full of blow-pops on the windowsill next to my computer desk, right next to my dvds.
i have a mini-fridge with leftover pasta, a hugeass bag of kit-kats and ice cubes in it.
i have a shelf above my bed that i have morphed into a pantry.
i have two windows in my part of the room, that face a little rectangle area… the only thing i can see is other people’s rooms. and these people don’t seem to be getting much ass.

i’ve often said that college would be the perfect lifestyle if not for those pesky classes.
well, i’m here two weeks early, and i don’t have any classes.
i have the best of the college life.

now, if only my hotass roomie and carrie and christine (who are also hotasses) would get here.
christine will be here later this week, the other two… not til the 11th.
the day before classes.

i realised today that after all of that meticulous packing, the one thing i seem to have forgotten is my loofah. go figure.

my fat ass spent waaay too much time in the midwest this summer. or maybe just too much time not being active at all. going from driving all the time to walking everywhere and living on the third floor puts a chubby girl in shock, that’s fo’ sheezy.

okay, i need to organise my shiny new dayplanner, so that i can run downstairs to the desk and cement my position as Pawn-Off Girl.

holy shit i have a headache.

well, i am back.
and i also forgot to get an extension cord while getting my fridge this afternoon.
so, i am off to cvs to get an extension cord. after that, it’s probably about time to try arranging this here room of mine.

real “back to beantown” post to come later tonight.

the end is near.

for my last post from michigan before the new school year, i think i’m going to share with you a list, compiled over the last week (and having been drafted since) of Things I’m Going To Miss About Home, 2005.

(in no particular order (naturally))

- lake michigan
- g&l chilli dogs.. #1 (two cheddar dogs, fries, med drink) with a lemonade.
- mullets, and the brave men and women that have them.
- the cheap chinese place on laketon, and the fishtank full of fish that may or may not be from another planet.
- discussions (has replaced the vous, as i pretty much hate that place now, and have only been there once in the last year).
- the red circle boutique. our target has the best clearance pjs.
- goodwill/valueland t-shirting.
- swimming after work with hot dishwasher boy.
- crickets and tree frogs and owls, and other assorted superawesome nighttime sounds.
- going to just about any store in the area and knowing at least one person that has/does/or is-seeking-to-work there.
- kruse park.
- jones soda. (and squirt and faygo and vernors and meijer.. the store where all of these fine midwestern liquified delicasies can be found.)
- java boulevard/the magnum mocha roastery in spring lake. best. coffee. on. earth.
- the ludington cemetary (even if i only make it to ludington once every five years). there are more people buried in that cemetary than are currently living in the town. (at least, that’s the possibly misinformed fact my grandma gave me.) and it is a huge freakin’ cemetary.
- the never ending bloodbath that is the michigan/michigan state rivalry. I BLEED GREEN.
- going to the bank and feeling like a person, not an inconvenience. (oh, i’m sorry.. did i ask you to do your job? my bad.)
- making jokes about “gvsu art,” and being more than completely understood.
- my pillow. oh, wait… i’m taking that with me. nevermind.
- baking cookies at two am and not being made fun of for it.
- health hutt.
- i told my mum that this wouldn’t make a list of “things i miss about home,” but the creepy date-rape ice cream vans. it’s fun getting scared in the suburbs… by an ice cream van that’s piloted by someone that went to jail for child molestation.
- my puppy. my 80 lb horse of a puppy.
- living alone. don’t misread me, i love my (FUCKING HOTTT) roommate, but i also like being able to masturbate whenever i feel.
- driving. more specifically, the highway at dusk.
- my sister and her asnine requests. she may annoy, but she definitely entertains.
- my room, it’s awes9me decorations, orthagonal wallpaper, and othe cool paintness that i SWEAR i’ll get around to finishing eventually.
- owning and burning all the candles and incense i damn well feel like.
- the firepit.
- my nephew.

and that, is that. once i’m done here, i finish packing everything else, i shut down the compy and pack it up. (compy goes last, it has all the music on it.) if you need to get ahold of me over the next three or four days, you know where to call.

… and just to prove that while i am anti-umich, i am also anti-osu…
do you know what a buckeye is, aside from a crappy football team? a buckeye is an acorn. it’s not just any acorn. oh, no! it’s an acorn, with a little white splotch. little.. white.. splotch. what are you yelling at the ohio state football games? GO BUCKEYES! WE’RE FUCKING NUTS! – steve hofstetter

i _____ packing.

okay, there were a few changes to layout. but, i am decidedly waaay too adhd for html, and that’s just about as far as it’s going right now.
that, and the amazon associates program can lick my ass.

tomorrow is my last day in michigan until probably christmas.
if i didn’t hate packing so much, i’d be way more excited for that.

my mum’s going witch doctor on me again, messing with her essential oils and such.
which is beyond fine with me, because i get face masks and knee cartilidge potions out of it.

i’m going to miss the crazy lady at the health foods store.

well, that’s about it. i’m going to be a lameoid and end it here, so that i can hit the sheets for a decent night’s rest. (and snuggle up in my blankies!! *squee* blankie weather!) it seems that i’m going to have a busy day ahead of me tomorrow.

which makes sense.

cat, liz, and possibly jake, if we’re still on for tomorrow night’s Last Trip To Discussions For The Summer, lemme know.
i know i’m game.
and speaking of games, your asses are going down.

EDIT 0042: one month to my birthday!

"darling, half the fun of eating meat is hacking it up."

i love seth green. i love macaulay caulkin.
and i love them even more as flaming drag queens.
“michael, i am not addicted to drugs. i am addicted to glamour.”

(this is the point in her blogcareer (hahahaha.. career. what lucradive job prospects this has. *sarcasm*) where kimmie realises that she mentions many movies and the such. so, i’m attempting to make some coin. but, just so this isn’t a total waste of my space and your life, i’ll even include.. *drumroll* movie crit! yaaay!)

firstly, i absolutely love clubKid fashion. i also love that they got john stamos in on this act. there are so many amazing costumes in this movie, i don’t know where to start (aside from hoping and praying that someday i will have a body to pull off some of this shit. maybe not everyday, but i’m thinking rocky horror nights, most definitely.)

that having been said, i really love how this movie captures the downward spiral of drug addiction. now, lord knows, i’m not one to frown upon occasional.. shall we say, “doting,” but addiction always seems to lead somewhere bad. relationships get ruined as suspicions arise and tolerance grows… ambition nosedives, and whatever money goes straight to the addiction. michael (macaulay) doesn’t takes the “we don’t do, we just are” theory to an extreme, and he doesn’t work for the money he somehow manages to acquire. he abuses his bookies, and stomps all over the flimsy friendships he has.

james st. james (seth) is his role model. they meet in 1982, and michael is infatuated. james, as the original clubKid, shows michael his style, but he has no way of knowing where that might lead.

i mostly (as a cinemagraphic nerrrrrrrrrd) loved how this film was shot and edited. there is one shot, in the bathroom, nearish to the end of the movie. if you know me at all, you will know exactly what i’m talking about when you see it. the lighting in this movie is off to awesomeness. everything is shot either tinted blueish or tinted yellowish… there is no “true color” in this movie.

overall, i’m being vague as fuck. because i want you to watch it. and i hate spoilers.

oh, right. that’s why i’m not going into crit. not only are mine bad… i hate spoilers.
that might also be why i don’t like reading crit, either.

okay, i’m off.. i have that whole “moving across country” thing that i guess i should start readying myself for.

::could you cry a little… lie just a little.. pretend that you’re feeling a little more pain::

the suicide girls would be much more entertaining and profound as a statement against standard beauty if it weren’t a subscribtion website.

i guess everyone’s gotta make some coin.

i wish carrie would go back to at least sometimes writing in her journal. reading it was always pretty interesting, and it seems that she would write stuff that she’d not tell me about personally, because one or more of us would forget to ask, or it simply wouldn’t come up in conversation. i understand her reasons for quitting, but at the same time, i really like being able to keep tabs on those that i care about.

the moon on the way home from work tonight was breathtaking. big and yellow and resting just above the horizon. it was one of those nights that i felt like, if i drove far enough, i could drive onto the moon, and ride it away from here.

this whole improving-my-chi thing is good and all, and i’m (very) slowly learning to utilise my tarot cards… but, and i don’t know if this is partly due to the fact that i can’t really shuffle or not, the last three (of three) readings have been a bit depressing. almost as if i’m going to be in this frame of mind until i die… which, of course, i know is foolish.

but… there are definitely times when i wonder why pure, unadultered happiness is such a chore for me. i have been cranky mcbitchpants at work the last two days, and i’m all but sure everyone there is going to rejoice as i leave on tuesday.
i can feel my back tense up as i just keep trudging forward, and i’m sure that’s not helping anything.

then again, maybe it’s just all that repressed sexual frustration taking over my psyche.

do any of you believe in hypnosis? the more i listen to this song*, the more i want to tweak it to make it mine, and then give it to the world.. but i’m terrified to sing in front of anyone. i won’t even really sing if i know my parents are at the other end of the house.

something tells me a fear of people hearing me sing is going to put a damper in becoming a rockstar.

i also need to find someone to help me put that guitar to good use. i’m sure that it’s sad sitting in it’s case so lonesome like that.
especially since the case calls it a fender, and it’s totally not.

{i also found that sticker that i’d been blaming my dad for losing last winter… it was on my sad and lonely guitar. oops.}

okay, it’s jon stewart–author and hottiepants–time. i really do love this book.

*”cry” – angie aparo
{stolen and fame-ized by faith hill, but he’s way better.}
{yes, it’s a dude named angie.}

some nights are good, some nights are bad…

and tonight, i was trapped in an idiot sandwich.
i have a headache, though i suppose it’s from grinding my teeth so hard out of frustration.
six hours of teeth-grinding probably aren’t good for me.

as a result of the idiot sandwich, i was thrown into an irreversably pissy mood, which hot-dishwasher-boy called me on, more than once… “why you gotta be like dat? what’d i do? what, you wanna go?? huh, you wanna go???”

ohhh… white boy. how you amuse/intrigue/turn me on.

so, after doing my clean-up duty, i went over to help the dishwashers dry silverware, since it’s the most time consuming task, and none of them seem to want to do it. ever. whilst drying, hot-dishwasher-boy asked me to join him and a couple others swimming tonight. now, as much as i loved skinny dipping with him last time, i was still pissed, and still grinding my teeth, and still headaching, so i said no… claiming the all-true lameness… “i haven’t shaved in three days.” i finished the second flat of silverware, and left without a word.

right outside the door stood a group of servers. i step outside, and start heading to the parking lot, when harry-potter-nerd/rocky-horror-performer stops me to ask if i’m 21.
“no.”
“shit.”
“no, i’m 18. i’m not allowed to have any fun.”

i stand there for a few more seconds, listening to them all talk about how they’d like to do shots with our 58-year-old manager, and i walk away, without a word. i can hear them walking to the lot behind me, but i don’t much give a fuck. i hate just about everything about the world at this point, and actually kind of want to cry, all for no real reason (other than afforementioned idiot sandwich and the resulting headache).

i get to my car, and start to back/peel out of there as fast as i can, almost backing over l-7-weenie. little did anyone realise before i pulled out of that parking lot that the escort does, infact, have decent pick-up… once i start treating it like a car and stop treating it like a crippled old lady.

i was planning on stopping for some make-me-feel-better-because-it’s-so-damned-bad-for-me “mexican” food on the way home, but the drive-thru line at taco hell was almost wrapped twice around the building. adding this to the reasons to hate my life, i sped out of there and on home.

as i started to type this very blog post, i received a phone call from my “friend from high school,” inviting me to a party in da big gh. i turned him down citing excuses from the book of “i need to pack” and “i smell of raw dead things,” when really, i just don’t think i could handle a crowd right now… regardless of how lonely i am.

taco hell was a no-go, so for the first time since school let out, i am eating ramen.
time to get that college appetite back.

two am bowls of frosted flakes, you are my beeeootch now!

well, i guess i should live up to my excuses, so that i’m not a total liarpants, and try to get some packing done.
i can all but gaurantee that it won’t happen, and i’ll end up watching donnie darko in my pj’s while eating ramen noodles.

i’m going to go change into my pj’s now.

EDIT 0015: i almost forgot! my bit of karma for you all… look for something beautiful in one person each day.