I Bought Groceries with $100 in Ones Yesterday.

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I saw a bilboard for a hardware store in Northern Wisconsin during my travels.  It was split in half vertically and half of the sign advertised deals at the store and the other half said “SMILE YOUR MOM WAS PRO LIFE.”  How do you know that?  Have you asked my mom personally what the circumstances were around my conception?  Because I’m pretty sure it’s safe to say that sometimes it’s not a choice.

Speaking of silly signs, the Foreign Language Translator at Best Buy this evening was Jesus.

I generally try to be as open-minded as possible, and have never really claimed favorites until now, but I have an incredibly hard time believing it when someone my age says that they’re a Republican.  Especially now.  I’ve never had the desire to register and vote before, but I’ve actually been sort of paying attention this year.  We are the future, kids.  It’s hard to look to the future when you could DIE any day.  George Carlin died at the age of 70.  McCain is 72.  And I’m pretty sure everyone liked Carlin more.

Enough.

I’ve made it to Minnesota!  All in one piece, and as far as I can tell, I’ve only lost a (free) lamp during the move.  We’ve had the cable and Internet hooked up today and even cooked our first meal in the house!  Still not much actual furniture in the common areas, but the ugly yellow chair makes us feel “bohemian.”

I start work on Monday.  We drove down to where the store is this evening, now I just need to figure out how to get there as a pedestrian.  Scary new bus system to learn.

My bedroom is the biggest I’ve ever lived in.  I’m able to keep my weights and mat in the room all set near the closet door, which has been super as far as motivating myself to workout more goes.  We’ll see how well it sticks, but it’s refreshing so far.  It’s also only been two days.

I need a back massage.  I also need to desperately find a dress for this wedding.  And to learn to walk before I run.  I don’t know how to relax!

A HUGE thanks to all my friends that sent travel mixes my way.  I really enjoyed listening to them, and for a few trying to guess the artist.

I’m going to light a candle and do some stretching.  I’ve got a boatload of podcasts to catch up on, too.  Revision3, I’m sorry I neglected you!

This Cat’s on a Hot Tin Roof

Ladies and Gentlemen: in just about a week and a half I will be packing up my life and heading west to Minneapolis, MN.  Therefore, I challenge each and every one of you to what I am now referring to as…

KIM’S EPIC ROADTRIP PLAYLIST CHALLENGE.

Compile your favorite drivin’ tunes and give my sister and I something to listen to as we cross this great nation!  You can deliver them to me in any format that you see fit (if said format is a .zip file, please no iPod-only .mp4’s… I have a Zune).  Email me, comment here, or send me a mixtape, the choice is yours.  Just be sure that the songs are in the EXACT order that you want me to listen to.  You don’t have to send along the files, just give me a list and I’ll download what I don’t have.  All entrants will live on forever nestled snugly in my Zune playlists.  This is one of the best ways I can think of to carry a bit of all of my friends’ personalities with me as we all separate and start our new journeys.

My email address is kimberly (dot) diesel (at) gmail.com.  Please to be having all entries in by midnight on Tuesday, August 26, 2008.

Here it Goes Again.

Well, friends, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?  I’d love to say that I’ve been busy spending my time being creative or looking for a “real” job or out in the sun adventuring, but sadly none of those things are true.  I’ve been working as much as I can stand trying to save up for the big end-of-the-summer-move.  Which is NOT going to be to Austin, TX as originally planned, but instead I’m shipping myself off to the Twin Cities, MN.  I keep saying St. Paul because it’s easier, but Minneapolis is not out of the question.

As it stands right now, I’ll be cleaning out my savings to pay for the moving truck.  Luckily, rent out there is MUCH more reasonable than here (though I’m sure that’s all relative to cost-of-living figures).

I’ve been really lazy lately, too.  I spend my days off in bed for as long as I can, and I generally don’t fold my laundry until I can’t stand the state of my bedroom (like today, for instance).  I DO have a “new” N64 game to occupy my I-don’t-wanna-time, so that’s nice.  I’ve been trying to stay more active and work out more frequently.  I’ve taken to riding my bike to work when the return time makes it logical to do so, but my eating habits are faltering some.

I’m sort of in limbo right now.  Everytime I get the ambition to pickup a newspaper at work and look for jobs, it takes me a minute to realize that I won’t be here in two months.  This transition is incredibly exciting, just sort of surreal.  It’s kind of how I felt when I threw logic to the wind and moved to Boston four years ago.

Balls-to-the-wall life changing.  It’s exhilirating.

You Make it Hard to be Faithful, with the Lips of an Angel.

On Monday, May 19, 2008, I graduated from Emerson College with a BA in Television and Video Production.  Later that evening, our house hosted what turned out to be a much better party than I had anticipated.  I was completely irresponsible and woke the next morning with one of those rare hangovers I sometimes get.  Luckily, my parents were quite understanding as I sat at the breakfast table yesterday morning and stared at them and my food.  It was delicious once I was able to hold it down… around 4pm.  I spent yesterday on my couch, and it was wonderful.

As far as this whole graduation thing, though… I don’t really know what I feel.  I’ve spent the morning in my bed updating all of my social networking profiles.  I know that now is the time for MySpace and Facebook to take a backseat to Monster and Pongo, I just don’t seem to care much during this first 48 hours as an “adult.”  To tell the truth, I’m actually spending most of my serious thought processes debating over if the mirrored nautical star that will soon be etched into the other side of my ankle is going to be the same colors as its sister.

Maybe I should do something productive today.  Or at least go for a walk or something.

There’s So Many Opportunities I’ve Never Had

Something happened to my during my commute home tonight.  Suddenly, and without explanation, I began to feel overwhelmingly… awkward.  That’s the only word I’ve been able to come up with to solidify the feeling.  I simply became intensely uncomfortable for no reason whatsoever.

I closed at Starbucks tonight with two of my favorite people in the world, Stubbs and Kilroy.  We succeeded in making the job what it should be: fun, funny, productive and easy (not always such a simple task in my store, for whatever reason.)  We stopped by Rock Bottom afterwards for a beer and some meltedcheesewithbread dip and even more laughs and enlightenment.

I ended up catching close to the last train home.  It wasn’t going to Lechmere, and I didn’t want to tempt fate with the gods of the MBTA, so I instead went to Central and (very luckily) caught the lazy bus to Inman.

It wasn’t a crowded commute, so late in the night.  I’d be scared if it had been, actually.  At some point during sitting on that bus in Central Square, awaiting our departure, I became overwhelmed with this awkward feeling, and I just can’t shake it.

It bothers me enough to become overwhelmed with an emotion in the first place.  It drives me absolutely batty when that emotion is so indescribable and unjustified.  I just had a really excellent night filled with people, food, events and other such nouns that I really enjoy and make me generally very happy and content with my life.

I’m exhausted.  I’m going to go take a very hot shower and go to bed, and we’ll see where we’re at in the morning.

I Blame Gravity.

Update to the last entry: I ended up going back to bed, and I actually ended up being an hour and a half late for work because I OVERSLEPT.  Ahh… What comedy.

I would really benefit from getting my shit together.  I don’t seem to care much at all for these last few weeks of what I’ve been told is the greatest time of my life.  Perhaps because as soon as it’s all over, I have approximately four months to figure out what’s next.  My lease is up August 31, and I don’t know where I’m going to go.

And I don’t want to stay.

Teenagers Scare the Living Shit Outta Me.

I have to be to work at seven this morning, so the fact that my alarm clock is set for four-thirty is in itself about an hour outside of excessive.  The fact that I woke up at three-thirty of my own accord after less than four hours’ sleep is, then, two hours outside of obnoxious.

I don’t know what’s wrong with my brain these days.  It feels almost like the insomnia is kicking back in again after at least a few months swept beneath the sheets.  Twice this weekend I went to bed at six in the morning, only to wake up on my own four hours later… when I could have slept for days.  I thought that the generally sleep deprived would sleep forever if given the chance, but no.  Not my stupid brain.

Not only is it a pain to find anything to do during excess time so early in the morning, but if yesterday was any sort of example the motion of the commute will relax me just enough to make me feel completely exhausted by the time I arrive at work, regardless of how awake I feel at home.

I should be trying to be productive. I should, like, go back to bed.  Or really, I should probably pack for my impending last-minute-two-day-trip to Michigan this weekend.  I’ve been wondering when I’d have time for that, since I’m working straight on until takeoff, really.

I’m going to be a sister-in-law!

Hello City

Having a “blog” (sweet jay-sus I hate that word) is difficult for me sometimes.  I feel the need to keep it as up-to-date as possible, but I don’t want to regress into the early days of the “online journal” and complain about my life constantly.  And honestly, I’ve not much left to complain about these days (shocking, I know).

I like the concept of the themed post, but I’m not very good at them.  Actually, the best reign I had for themes was the short-lived series on a since deleted Xanga account named “Kim’s Top Ten or More Pet Peeves.”  It had about two entries or so and basically consisted of me ranting somewhat incoherently about little things that piss me off, such as slow walkers or cars that slow to a stop at a green light to let you cross the street.

Maybe this is a sign that I don’t actually do enough with my life.  I have been feeling pretty lazy and stagnant lately, like I’m not doing anything productive with my downtime and I’m sleeping way too much.  I’m going to go ahead and blame February for my lethargy.  It always was my least favorite month.  Hopefully March will be better.

But of course this is a leap year.

How’s It Going To Be, When You Don’t Know Me Anymore?

If I’ve ever met you, been able to call you a “friend,” an “ally,” or even just “a really great acquaintance,” chances are strong that I probably miss you.  No joke, and right this second.

I miss you.

I get the feeling that people think that I’m cold and aloof and uncaring because I am simply too busy and forgetful to stay in touch with people as well as I’d like to.  I care more deeply for even the casual people in my life than any of them might ever realize.  I’m terrible with names, so people assume I don’t care, when in reality I actually probably want to be your best friend.

I discovered not so long ago that I no longer have current mailing addresses or even random contact information for most of the people in my life.  To remedy this situation I have purchased a new journal.  It’s black and has little glittery stars all over it… but I guess that’s not the point.  The point is that I will be carrying this journal around with me, gathering addresses and points of contact for the people in my life.  Here’s the catch: I’m requesting for the information as it will be relevant after AUGUST 2008, when I plan to pack up my life and ship down to Austin, TX.

So, if you would like to be included in this mem’ry venture, stop me on the street, shoot me an email, or comment (though the first two are a little more secure).  Don’t know where you’ll be in August?  Gimme an up-to-date email address, and we’ll go from there.

I’ve been really ________ lately, and I’m not too sure how to fill in that blank.  Lethargic doesn’t work because I’ve been fairly active, apathetic doesn’t work because I’ve been more interested than ever, depressed doesn’t work because I’ve been fairly happy, and bored doesn’t work because I’ve had too much to do.

I guess what I am is kind of a mix of all of those things, and then some… a mixture of emotions that I’m not sure has a name just yet.  Or at least, no word exists in my limited 21-year-old vocabulary to suit it.  I’ve been lonely in the middle of the crowd, I’ve been bored during the busiest part of my workday.

This all probably has something to do with being out of thyroid pills until the end of the week (or the start of the next).  I can’t focus on anything, and I’m a big, under-metabolized emotional mess.  I can’t even begin to tell you all how long this has taken me to type already.

I wanted to write a letter today, but upon going through my address book, I realized that I don’t have current addresses for, like, anybody in my life.  I should probably work on that before I move across the country again.