my sister just called to ask me to bring her a doughnut.

*shakes head.

if this is any indication of what the rest of my “day off” is going to be like, maybe i should’ve just crawled back into bed.

tomorrow wendy, you’re going to die

um, *looks at last one*… so, it would seem that i should not attempt eloquence while sleep deprived. sorry about that.

today, though, i have a list. a fairly entertaining list, at least for me. today’s list is…

what kim found while cleaning out her closet in an attempts to find the big metal box of pictures that she’s been hunting for since she got home from school:
(and not in order)
~ a picture of sir alex thomas and i in hershey park, pennsylvania. *giggle* he’s british.
~ “kimbo the bimbo kimberelli,” a poem written by one ms. lisa ryan in eighth grade, about my slight “obsession” with chris kirkpatrick.
~ a plume. yes, a marching band plume. still in the tube.
~ a six year old jar of maraschino cherries.
~ my pretzle-twisting certificate from aforementioned trip to pennsylvania.
~ a note from jake that makes little-to-no sense, and is from a time when he a) imitated the signatures of all the members of *nsync, and b) pretended to be in love with mandy moore.
~ elementary school year books, complete with mullet, mullet, mullet, mullet, man-cut, and the spelling of my name as “kumberly”; a typo i had not noticed until this evening.
~ my act scores.
~ paper.
~ some more paper.
~ a binder full of loose-leaf paper.
~ a giant (and i’m not kidding you, GIANT) bag of batman flags. does anyone still want one of those? i have them in yellow/black and blue/white. let me know. i won’t even charge you this time.
~ box of markers, divided by color, with dividers.
~ binder of printed quotes/random shit/stupid things i wrote in tenth grade.
~ a package of pantyliners with a (c) from ‘96.
~ club lisa frank official membership certificate.
~ two knee pads, one elbow pad, and one wrist pad from my very short-lived stint as an attempted roller-bladist.
~ red canvas pencil case for a trapperkeeper.
~ fifth grade spelling bee finalist certificate.
~ fifth grade graduation certificate.
~ nicely sized pile of *nsync stickers.
~ six bucks in the bottom of the batman bag.
~ old birthday decorations/ballons/garland.
~ a bag of those little gun powder popper things that i once snuck to band camp.
~ a pair of earrings.
~ a large stack of casette tapes, all featuring at least one *nsync song, and several featuring something to do with the open house party.
~ and finally, after all of that bullshit, the big metal box of pictures, on a shelf under a coat that i put there when i was unpacking a month and a half ago.

so, what did i learn from this evening? 1) always hang up your jackets. 2) sometimes it (literally) pays to clean your room. 3) i was a really, REALLY big loser back in the day.

interesting fact, back in the day… was a thursday.
(oh, dane…)

“hey, dawn?” linnea called as she walked into the kitchen. as she leaned up over the line, she held out a piece of paper. “we have a to-go order at 6:00. it’s for frank. remember frank?”

dawn stood emotionless leaning against the stove that would soon be heating a pan of bar-be-que ribs. i took the slip of paper from linnea and told her it would be ready.

three minutes later, bossman todd walked into the kitchen. “hey, dawn? did linnea tell you that we have a to-go order?”

“yeah. six. got it.”

“it’s for frank. remember frank?”

dawn stared with a blank look on her face.

“he was a friend of father john’s, remember? he’d come in every friday for a perch special?”

“oh, okay. yeah.”

“well, his wife’s not doing so well and he can’t leave her alone.”

“do you want us to put it together now? make a delivery?”

“no, he said he’d be here at six, let’s do that.”

six o’clock rolled around and i threw nine perch in the deep fryer. we boxed it all up and set it on the line for linnea to collect when the time came. she took frank his food, and then came back in. she reached over the line to hand something else to dawn, which dawn then handed to me.

it was a one dollar bill.

“i get it?” i asked, a little confused. i had never known father john, or frank, so i didn’t see why i should get the ‘tip.’

“you made the perch, didn’t you?”

and at that, i have to say… i don’t think a dollar has ever meant as much to me.

if any one has seen my life anywhere, please tell it that i miss it, and i’m sorry i’ve been neglecting it.

that is all. thank you.

come on over, down to the corner, my sisters and my brothers of every different color

to anyone who has ever left me a voicemail and attempted to make it the longest/most cracked out one yet… there is a new leader. consider yourselves challenged.

mentally challenged, that is. sweet jesus, my friends are freakin’ weird.

speaking of friends… am halfway through a response email to a few arguments that i suppose we should finally have with each other, instead of keeping them all in my head. yet again, proof that you, sir, are the reason i am crazy. thanks a fucking lot.

and to reference a few years ago: who was buying the toaster again? i forgot. i think i mix them up with the blender-buyer.

damn, i miss making sense.

since norman has moved into his new living space, i have noticed a significant increase in energy. that is to say, leave it to me to buy a goldfish with adhd. he will be on the left, then the right, then he is playing with the thermometer, then he is picking up rocks and spitting them at the glass and then he stares at me for a while and then he hides behind the air pump, and i have to say, composing a run-on sentence about it is almost as exhausting as actually witnessing it for yourself. i am, however, going to take it as proof that he is happy in his new tank, and not that he is continually having mini fish-seizures, though trust me, it was a thought.

my middle school band teacher stopped by nhccs today. we exchanged pleasantries, and then he confessed that he owed me a “huge apology.” this concerned me, as not many people owe me apologies, let alone apologies of significant size. i generally remember the ones that do, for i am well aware that they will never give them to me. c’mon karma, wtf?

anyway, he referenced an email that i sent sometime probably near to the middle of my freshman year to every teacher that had ever taught me during my (life-) time at fcs (well, the ones i could track down, at the least). after i finally remembered the email he was referencing, he apologised for never responding to it and let me know it was appreciated, and that he still had it.

it was a decent afternoon, i think. he also agreed to help me hunt down a decently used and moderately inexpensive double horn, because i miss it so much. “that is the number one comment i get from former students,” he said. “they all miss it when they leave.”

i had no plan for this, and i think it shows. i am exhausted, and spent most of the afternoon laying around feeling miserable. even after my nap (in the porch swing, no less!), i was wiped, and i was really hungry, but nothing sounded even mildly appetizing. i ended up settling for a bowl of instant mashed potatoes, which is proof to me that i really was under the weather for instant potatoes are my number one comfort food. if those ever sound unappetizing to me, take me straight to the morgue. i must be on my death bed.

bah. i am content with leaving this email half-finished. what is it that the pig farmer told us? there is always free beer tomorrow?

handle me with care

i won ebay auctions today for both a dell dj 20 (2nd gen) and the fm transmitter, so hopefully by sometime next week driving in my car won’t suck so much musically.

this, of course, means that if any of you are going to come remotely close to talking to me on the internet, you are required–by kimlaw–to send me at the very least your favorite song at the moment. i’m updating and deleting and reorganizing my music collection, and could really use some new stuff to accompany the mad amounts of journey and def leppard i have.

the coolest part of that last sentence is just how much i’m not even close to kidding.

weighed myself tonight, as i do everynight, and i am pleased to report that i’ve finally broken 220! i’m down 13 since this started to 217, and am starting to get a little stoked about it. not so stoked about buying new pants, but i guess it’s cool that all of mine are baggy. if i’m this excited about breaking 220, i can’t even begin to think about how geeked i’m going to be to break 200. i haven’t been under 200lbs since at least sophomore year.

downside to geekdom: i punched the cupboard doing a happy dance in the bathroom. ow.

norman got a new home today. i ventured out initially just looking for a bubbler to aerate the water of the container he was residing in, and discovered that it would cost more to update his current home than it would to get him a new one with air pump/filter included. he was visibly confused at first (and rightly so), but he’s taken to exploring his new surroundings a little more. he’s even been spitting pebbles around and rubbing up the fake plants.

he definitely seems happier. but then, if i were living in a tank with pink pebbles on a shelf with edgar and shel, i think i’d be pretty happy, too. the placement of the books was not an accident, i fully intend to raise the smartest damned goldfish in west michigan. (along with shel and edgar, there are two dictionaries and a couple other “intelligent” reads.)

does anyone know of a proper way to–and i don’t really want to use this word–”dispose” of old bibles? i’ve a few left around from my past that i’d like to not be holding on to so much anymore. since it was a part of my past, and i am generally just a respectful person, i don’t want to trash them, but i also don’t want them hogging up my bookshelf space. ideas welcome.

armageddon it

the fish’s name is norman theodore ghoti… the, uh, third. in case anyone was wondering.

eight day week ended today. spent the evening after punch-out chilling with my manager for an hour or so before i left. he really is a pretty cool guy. i think–even after as much as i told myself i wasn’t going to bother getting to know any of these people–that i might end up missing a few of them when i go back to boston.

got home and instantly fell into my pj’s. nothing better to relax in than sweats and a tank top. i then tackled a small art project that wasn’t hard but needed to be done. i finally have till-tags for this store, and not only that, but they’re pretty much just cooler than anyone else’s. well, except maybe for mike’s, but he does have an earwax problem.

i then took a bath. the first bath in about a year. turns out when i took my pasty ass to the beach last week, i forgot to rotate. someone should have told me that was an important factor in sunbathing because my back half got burnt and now it itches all to hell. rawr.

spent time after the bath being girly and then hunting down friends’ summer addresses in an attempt to force myself to stay in touch this year. dammit.

that’s about it. nothing very exciting to report from this end, which i suppose is why i haven’t been reporting. it’s all work and no play for dear kimmie, but i’m really hoping that changes at least a few times this summer. i guess we’ll see.

c’est la vie.

edit 2324: ten pounds down as of tonight! only seventy-one to go!

please help me name my goldfish.

http://snoodypoody.livejournal.com/52814.html

thank you.

not one day goes by that i don’t know i’m dying

i’m sorry, winamp. i am sorry that i attend such a mac infested school that i abandon you and turn to itunes for my music shuffling needs. the truth of the matter is, winamp, you can read my mind far better than itunes ever did. i’ve missed you, winamp. glad we’re together again.

i had to restrain myself from spending over a hundred dollars on witty tshirts today. i did so by selling my soul to winamp and cleaning my room. after cleaning, i caught up on my amazon mail… and spent just over $20 on four very high quality dvds: wayne’s world, wayne’s world 2, clue, and josie and the pussycats (pg-13 edition). $21.97 well spent, in my oh-so-humble opinion.

still not feeling so great about being home, but i’m managing new ways to try and be okay with that. not sure how well some of them are working, but this is only the beginning, afterall.

that’s pretty much all there is to report. trip to hell is seeming to be cancelled, at least for tuesday. thankfully, hell will always be a town in michigan, at least for this summer, so future roadtrips may still be planned.

(and personally, i don’t see what those princesses saw in bill or ted. death was so much hotter with his big curvy sickle and sexy somethingeuropean accent. *drool*)

well, fuck. i have to work on tuesday.

hell, mi plans 666 party.

unannounced, uncalled for afternoon vacation?! i’m totally serious. cat, liz… you in? i only work 10-2. call/email me. you’re pretty much the only two people in the state i want to spend a day in hell with.

edit:
“so, i might make an unplanned roadtrip on tuesday.”
“oh?”
“hell’s having a 666 party, and if i can get cat or liz involved, i’m totally going because it’s cool.”
“well, i think it’s scary and i think you should stay away.”
“what? it’s all a big joke anyway. the whole sign of the beast and the town name and whatever.”
“well, some people don’t look at it like that. some people take it very seriously and that whole satanic ritual and everything.”
“yeah… those people are pretty noticeable, though, so i think i can manage to stay away.”

… and so it begins. maybe this won’t happen afterall. i mean, silly me thinking i have some kind of free will at nearly 20 years old and after living on my own for the last two. silly, silly me.

this, my dears, is just why i hate coming home. everytime i think i have my own life, i’m harshly reminded of how much they control me.