the smile on your face lets me know that you need me

Caitlin, reading the Old Testament for Jew Class: “They are become a burden to me. All your base are belong to us.”

In other news…

California was amazing, and I’m still very sad that I had to leave it. Pictures can be found here. Everything on the East Coast seems increasingly cold and dead and dreary since I’ve left. Actually, it’s strange: The high temps out here are around where the lows were in Los Angeles, but for some reason I’m completely capable to run around Boston in the 40’s and 50’s and be fine, while LA in the same range at night made me spasm like a dying fish.

I saw and did and was a part of so many awesome and diverse things last week, it continues to blow my mind. We saw the screening of a really bad movie (SPOON!). We sat in on a drum circle on Venice Beach. We went camping in Joshua Tree National Park. We went to Mass in Little Armenia. We saw the world; we traversed LA… and there is still so much more we could have done. Without going into painstaking detail of every little thing we did (which I’ve already done with Jarod in the airport), that’s all the update I’ve got. It was the best weekend of my life, and I wish it never had to stop. The end.

I’ve received confirmation that I am, infact, number 20 on the waitlist for Emerson LA Fall 2007. 20 people back with a year for things to shift really isn’t too bad. Now all I really need to focus on is freaking the hell out about next semester’s classes. I sense many professor approval forms in my future if things don’t start looking up. And soon.

So, it would seem that taking a week off from life leads to much scurrying to get shit back together upon return. Or rather, it would, were I in any mood to do such scurrying. I spent several hours of my night uploading vacation pictures to Webshots, and that’s pretty much quite alright with me.

I technically had a “date” this early evening. I hesitate to call it that, because I’m still on the fence about whether I have any desire to date this gentleman or not. He’s sweet enough, but he’s very shy and I fear that I may be re-entering Andrew-territory. I’m sick of making the moves.

I want to be wooed.

That’s about that. Finals are glaring at me menacingly from around the bend of this weekend, and I probably should have done some preparation for that, but cleaning my panties and getting documentation of the best weekend of my life onto some webspace took priority.

Why must rent season and T-pass season always be in the same week? Looks like I’ll be getting some walking in after tomorrow. Oh, well… I’ve been saying for the last few days that I should really get back on to that “diet” thing, anyway. But damn, that Krispy Kreme run was totally worth it.

I really hate obligations. I just want to run away sometimes.

Soon enough, Diesel… soon enough.

I WANT TO GO BACK TO SO-CAL.

boston seems so much more.. dead.. since i left it. california has everything i want. sun, fun, and that one kid.

(mostly) full adventures recap. but first, i have college to tend to.

#244

numbering is so much easier than being creative.

i am currently bumming around twentynine palms, california. i’ve not been here for long, and i’ve been unconscious for most of it, but it’s been fairly enjoyable. there’s not much to see flying into the desert in the middle of the night, but one thing’s for sure: it’s pretty hard to lose las vegas. everything that i have seen so far has a weird sort of dingy dead beauty to it; it’s almost serene.

being transported from places as lush (and COLD) as west michigan and eastern massachusetts to someplace covered in dust and plants no higher than your knees is a weird transition. or maybe that’s just jet lag. things are far different than i’d expected them to be, but i’m glad that i’ve made it through this world with a fairly level head and a very open mind. this really could wind up being the very best thanksgiving ever.

things are already shaping up pretty well. all i want is a shower, and everything will be rosy.

more later. maybe not this weekend, but certainly upon my return, and complete with pictures.

#243

this week, i:

- dropped the counterweight to a giraffe boom on my head, only minutes after taking off my hardhat.
- slept. hahahaa… just kidding.
- cried. a few times.
- planned for next week.
- wrote out a card to postsecret, and tore it up the next morning.
- did laundry.
- tossed out a bunch of my old makeup in an attempt to make pretending to feel attractive a slightly less daunting task.
- spent money that i don’t have to return to a place that induces much frustration. i’m coming home for christmas!
- embraced ambivalence.
- realized just how uncreative i really am.
- updated webshots.
- really, did a whole lot of time-consuming nothing.

i need to get either a smaller, more portable computer or a considerably more comfortable computer chair.

i vote for the former. and am even consdering *gasp* a mac.

i know. just lynch me now.

wtf, way to skimp on the edamame…

things kim loves about boston:

1. today.
2. sunshine.
3. putting more than a few miles on my chucks.
4. shino’s sushi express on newbury.
5. my academic advisor.
6. just about everything about emerson on a happy day.
7. the fact that it was nearly 65*F today.
8. fall colors.

things kim doesn’t so much love about boston:

1. tourists.
2. the green line.
3. crack heads.
4. the security guard at 180 tremont, even if she was just doing her job. she didn’t need to be such a whore about it.
5. tourists with small children.
6. tourists who walk very slowly.
7. tourists with small children who walk very slowly.

ya-hey! what a day. i can’t belive that it’s not even six o’clock yet… it feels like it should be almost midnight. i ran around today spending money like i had any, and it felt pretty good. i didn’t have any real obligations, and it still feels sort of amazing.

another thing kim loves about boston is this picture:

alright, enough is enough. i’ve got the world’s best sushi a-callin’ my name!

"do i need to give you a rubik’s cube and send you to your room?"

just wrapped on da roommate’s film deux, and seriously…

i have no idea what’s going on anymore. to the point where i just let the beatles’ yellow submarine play through. usually that song grates on me after the first minute or so, but i just can’t care anymore. earlier today, on my way to home depot in south quincy, ryan seacrest forced me to listen to fergie’s fergalicious on the top… however many he was counting down, and i have to say: it kind of made me hate ryan seacrest just a little bit more than i already had.

the newest addition to my body, my navel ring, was hurting more than it should have yesterday. after we wrapped for the day bailey, her boyfriend and i went on an emergency adventure to cambridge to see what could be done.

i love ken dean even more than i did before he pierced me. he switched me out for a longer bar without an issue. well, he did pick on me a little, but that’s okay. it’s kind of my fault the bar was too short in the first place, because i really wanted just a plain silver barbell to match all of my other piercings, and i really didn’t want anything with tacky fake diamonds in it.

i now have tacky fake diamonds in my navel. and i’m “just going to have to deal with that until it heals.”

shit, that reminds me… i need to find silver barbells for my nipple(s). i still have the blue hoop in there. Ugh… continuityyyyy.

i learned this weekend, that while they can occasionally be witty, i never want to be an old person. i am now officially terrified.

sanity reconstruction begins… now.

well the beat… it goes on.