i have crabs...papa fidem scit...

i'm still laughing...

Saturday, March 29, 2003

Last night I got home from an awesome Spring Break road trip with my housemate, Margo.

Highlights of Spring Break 2003:

Monday: Duluth for the day. Sol was shining his brightness upon us and the wind was giving everyone "sex hair". It was great fun!
Tuesday: My sister honored me in front of her 6th graders. I felt special. Then I got to have dessert and swim with the Chartrands. Margo and I stayed in a $300/night hotel, the Pfister (which sounds dirty, so I emphasize the silent "P"). We got the room for $55, however. Way to go, Jack!
Wednesday: Margo and I chilled at her home near Lake Geneva, WI. I learned how to drink wine again and Margo rocked at an interview.
Thursday: We got our hair cut and then headed to Indy. Matt welcomed us (in a Matt sort of way). We ate cheap Mexican food and then partied at his friends' house. Then we cuddled and finally slept, while poor Margo was being woken up by "Bro" and the Brit.
Friday: We got stuck in Chicago rush hour traffic, but listening to the "Chicago" soundtrack made it better. We avoided the 12 accidents and cars off the road when we hit the WI/MN border and then fell into a lovely sleep.

Go me for having the best Spring Breaks ever! I feel rested and happy. And I'm finally ready to conquer the loads of studying I've been avoiding. Love to all!

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.: posted by Kristen 11:50 AM

Friday, March 21, 2003

Last night I talked to Ingrid online for about two seconds...it made my night! I just love that girl. I love that we will be friends forever, and go out to 4 hour lunches when we are 50 years old. At least we could drink wine legally then.

I am, however, in the shittiest of moods today. I hate the United States and want to become a citizen of Canada, or Italy, or Switzerland (if they would just let me).... So, I'm not exactly the Goddess of Latin. Why do I have to be punished for it? I try. Damn Magistra.

Spring Break is almost here. I may get to see Matteo. I may visit Duluth. I may just never return from the sweetness of slumber that I haven't experienced for far too long. We'll see. Later all!

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.: posted by Kristen 11:07 AM

Wednesday, March 19, 2003

Thanks to Adrianne's genius I have an awesome self image :) Thanks, hon! Maybe this summer I'll wear the black string bikini...?

Go play here! And believe what you see because we all know I look like this in a two-piece.

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.: posted by Kristen 11:11 AM

Friday, March 14, 2003

Calling all Kvetchers!!!

Today's weather makes me want to drive around the lakes, windows down, singing "I Touch Myself" or any Dar Williams song...

So, Kvetchers: fly, drive, hitchhike, prostitute yourselves, just get your little asses to my house ASAP! We'll go for a drive :)

Oh, good times, girls...good times. I love you and miss you all.

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.: posted by Kristen 6:14 PM

Damn, I'm sick.

Monday morning I woke up and my back hurt...I thought I would jump in the shower and hot water would help. Then I coughed. Oh, the pain! The cough made my back hurt so bad that my knees buckled and I fell to the floor on my hands and knees. Remember that I was still at my cousin's house and the dog and cat are staring at me. I look up at them, thinking, "Damn, this is weird. Max, go call my mom for me!" He just stared at me with his head cocked to the side, all worried-like. Dogs are so cute.

So I made it to the shower, finally, and halfway through had to get out my head felt funny. I got the phone, returned to the bathroom and dialed my mom at work. The phone was ringing and I started puking. The thought didn't really cross my mind that if, by chance, my mom had answered the phone I would not have been able to talk to her. Luckily she wasn't there. Then I stopped puking long enough to dial my home number. It rang once and I started puking again. Shit was still coming up (which I don't understand because there wasn't anything in my stomach to throw up-where did this come from???) and my mom answered.

All I could get out was, "Mom, I'm sick."
Her response, "Kristen? What kind of sick?"
My stomach responded to that question.
"Kristen, I am sending your father right now."

Man, do I love moms. How do they do it? Wipe snot, clean up vomit, counsel, nurture, love. Wow! Thanks, Momma, you are beautiful!

More on my sickness after I write a paper...

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.: posted by Kristen 11:01 AM

Sunday, March 09, 2003

Wow...it's, uh, been a while. I'm attempting to write a paper and I officially have a dog...for the night. My cousin, Beth, and her husband get to traverse Hawaii for two weeks...but, hey, I get a cute dog (and a mean cat) for one night out of the deal. I also get a house away from my roommates for the night. Not that I don't love my roommates, but everyone deserves their own room (read: house, in this case) for at least a night.

I've been missing my parents desperately lately. Seriously. The day before yesterday all I wanted was my mom to give me a hug and a kiss. I was in the car heading home when I remembered my parents were out of town for the weekend. I called them, thanks to our free long distance, and tried to pretend that hearing their voices was sufficient. It wasn't.

This coming week is going to be shitty (at least I'm going into it with a good attitude, huh?). But my plan is to get through the week, and then the next one and meanwhile focus on the little, charming aspects of life. Like the fact that I have a dog on my lap. Max just put his head on my arm, which feels funny because I'm typing. Heehee. He is chilly and just burrowed his little wet nose under my arm now. If only the damn cat were as cute as Max. Maxwell Paddington, officially. For short: Maxi Pad! Or, really, just Max. I love you, buddy.

Simple pleasures like this is what I am focusing on...not the hours of studying I won't come close to finishing, nor my responsibilities as the President of a club that I've been slacking on, nor the absence of a surrogate aunt who loved me (unlike some of my real aunts), nor insincere and heartless "friends", nor the impending war and the fucking moron we didn't elect that is running this country...nope! Not going to think about that. I'm going to find nirvana tonight. Forget moksha, this beer is going to get me there. Buona notte, tutti!

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