KRISTY CREAM, YA'LL!

Wow. Wow.

I had the most GRAPHIC of dreams last night. It also included that hot guy that works at the CU photo lab. I was able to find out some history on that fellow. In the dream, his name was 'Dirty,' and he would always sleep to avoid making contact with other people. A bit of a misanthrope (no surprise there), but I was able to peel off his layers of fear to get to the heart of him.

The rest of the dream? Well...it included armies, a multitude of Asian midgets, me crawling out of small windows, running away from the 'bad guys' and biker men. Stay tuned for the film version on Skinemax. WOO woo WOO!

I do indeed realize how ridiculous all of this sounds, but it is indeed the truth...and what is freshly on the brain. I wish I could include more detail, but some things I must keep to myself. Ahem. Imagine that.

Last time I checked, my name was NOT Ishmael Kelvin.

Brandishing your buttocks will only make me upset!

HOLY FREAKING CRAP

Sex and Gender

Heading to class in a matter of moments. I drove to school today...woke up almost TWO HOURS later than I usually do, and I was 15 minutes early for class. Madness.

The douche bags have finally left. Across from my computer were these trolls that were CONSTANTLY on the phone like this place was their personal office. Psh.

Born in Estonia...raised by the Russian.

Met some random older couple from Puerto Rico yesterday. Awesome people.

I REQUIRE COFFEE.

Hilarious. Dad emailed me to say that I left Pad Thai on the counter, and proceeded to cyber-reprimand my ass. How I love this age. We continued to converse via email for about 10 minutes about this freaking worthless bowl of pad thai. WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE?

Giving a presentation on my research today. Ugh. I just want to be DONE. Going home to SLEEP. esleep.

MUNCIE MUNCIE MUNCIE!

Felt the ground then looked up high and called your name

Every bloody bone in my body aches. So done. So freaking done.

Starting my homework NOW. Its just NOT going to happen.

Looking Up

At the library...SNAGGED the last copy of Raisin in the Sun. *CHA-CHING*

Work sucks ass, but it will suck even more this afternoon because Sean will be on the prowl. Ahem. No thanks.

I need to get food.

Feeling MUCHO MUCHO better than I did last weekend. The medicine is actually doing its job. Hallelujah, and thank G-d.

Tonight is going to be a long night...I can feel it. Also have to call the shelter when I get another break from serving the servants. Lates, peeps.

RESCUE ME.

All I Know

Thank the L-rd I know what I want to do. Finding the correct path is the next step, and let the cards fall where they may.

Wishing you were somehow here again...

I HAD A DREAM ABOUT BERKELEY ADAMS. Where are you? I just ran into you in a San Francisco gas station...you looked tired.

My wrist is itching off...made contact with the Zohar. Its a curse.

Counting down the days until I can leave this job.

I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE MONEY.

Working today. There's not a chance in hell that I am going to get everything done before tomorrow. I'm beyond caring at this point. Scary/comfortable place.

All I need to get done...

Ladykillers = bizarre.

Professor Goldthwaite = oddly familiar.

ITCH

FOLGERS COFFEE JUG CAMERA. It just WORKS wonders.

Tonight is the night.

Wet hair...BELIZE? Live on the beach and sell hemp jewelry.

Go with DISNEY! They have their own ISLAND! Perhaps this is so, but how many souls did they collect in exchange?

the SAME music

ANTI-BIOTIC

Intense anti-fungal? DAMAGE to liver.

I SEE ONLY brown.

Karma karma karma stew

JUST PUT A BAY LEAF IN THERE!

My independence seems to vanish in the haze

This headache will not leave. Its gone from a right-sided migraine starting yesterday afternoon, to a broad, throbbing ache this morning. It kept me awake last night. And with the myriad of medication I am already ON, I didn't want to accidentally cause some deadly reaction by taking some advil so I could sleep. Not gonna happen.

So here I am, genie-towel head, semi-getting ready for work this morning. I need to leave in twenty minutes. Sigh.

My lower back is killing me...this bladder infection is doing quite a number on my kidneys. Yes, Kyle. We are being punished.

I had a dream last night that Josh C. died in a tragic accident of some sort. Madness.

Snagged some numbers for a few women's shelters for my project due Monday. Yoinks. I haven't even started to shoot my slide film.

I need to be paid right now. It would be an understatement to say that I am 'lacking in funds.' More like 'lacking in food' right about now. Hellloooo scurvy!

Or not.

Can I remove the lower half of my body, thanks?

EKG yesterday. Everything = normal, but I am still freaking out about chest pain. What the heck is it from? Questions, people.

Nice day out.

And off I go to visit the Master.

Then the sky opened up

With the soil of the sun

So Thursday. Let's see what we've to do in the next two days:

Work until close tonight at Gart, then tomorrow until 6.

Take two rolls of slide film using various LIGHTING and get both developed and mounted

Interview someone with the women's shelter

Write a paper

Read a play

Not explode.

I need to get a car by next week as well, and this really can't wait. Looking at a Passport. I DO NOT want another civic. No.

I need to find another job. Gart is seriously killing me. No jokes.

Wish that I didn't need a car...

There is just NO MONEY. No money without the proverbial 'selling of one's soul.' This is the game.

Just take a SOAK.

LURVELY!

Leaving escuela in a bit! Managed to scan in a good deal of my work this afternoon...stay tuned for link-age! :)

This is how we do it

Work = finally over. *SCISSOR KICK*

BIZARRO dreams last night! In the first I was on a small boat with Matt just off the coast of nowheresville...then the boat started to sink. We had to jump off and swim towards land...defeating giant beasts and hiding by day in large burlap sacks. Matt ditched me and was eaten alive. Pity.

In the NEXT, Daniel was with me in a French class of mine, yet we were reclining in a bed whilst all the other students were upright in stiff, wooden grade school chairs. I then snuck off in the middle of class to play dodgeball with some 3rd graders. Seriously. Search me.

But work. Ah yes. Spent time choreographing a "Milkshake" dance with Josh for my music video, and then made animal calls with Matt whilst jumping down the aisles on pogo sticks. Glorious.

CHUCK T

I said NO SMOKING!

My hands are covered in an invisible filth.

School starts back up again tomorrow. Splendid. I have no idea what readings I need to complete...my photo project is complete, however. *OOOOO...I can FEEL it*

Capture the cascading SKI BOOT LACES.

WASH IT!

copy/scan/print/fax/email/laundry

Will be scanning my latest b/w work. Link-age will be provided. Stay tizzuned.

FORAGE FOR SCRAPS

Your mom is idle.

Your indifference proves you are a robot

safety pin on hooded sweatshirt

The lead singer from Yellowcard = hot.

Drummer? Yes. Man with violin.

Are you sniffing my whopper wrapper?

Feeling tired and unhealthy. Growing more nebulous...

KYLE! ROLLITOS!

air horn
Partee motiv -a- tore

Leg warmer
*bites knuckles*

come and get me

Without "ME," its just "AWESO."

You May Be Right

This is the end.

Gator claw on stick = perfect souvenir for the ones you love...

What is this? An asteroid comes with 25,000 miles of the earth and we don't hear about it? PLEASANT. Is this true? Help me out here.

I THINK YOU MEAN PAD THIGH!

A ho ho. Josh from work = depth.

I prefer WENCH, thank you.

W. Defoe just WORKS at Chili's.

TIGHTLY PERMED BANGS

So much to do, so many people to call back. Oy. WEEKEND. I want to go to the zoo.

Jay's band is performing tomorrow...tempted to go.

SUPERSTAR flats

Working with light

Sugared berries

THIS PEN IS OUT OF INK

The measure of such a gage...tips, even.

Glossy brochures and torn coupons

HAND-ROLLED cigars. Brown GREENERY.

Still stones cry out..."MARLA!"

Small shoes, hips of the hemisphere, short hair

a tired face

and a change of tone

Spring Break MY ASS

Right.

Waiting for Godot = phenomenal play. *all together now* "TRUE!"

Grilled cheese = yes.

Getting revved about Arbonne. Chris, I am sending you samples tomorrow...

I plan on being RVP within a year...which means HOORAH Mercedes SUV. Should I go with the v6 or v8? Eh. Most likely I'll go with the V6, but sunroof = necessary. Black leather int...THANKS.

NO MONEY. I have 5 dollars to my NAME until tomorrow. How I LOVE being poor. La BOHEME!

You just DON'T need a large man to sit in front of you and show his arse crack everytime he gets up to go to the bano.

ADIEU

Don't betray the film

Have a meeting this morning with Gina. Hoorah. I need to do laundry.

Celebrating the day of Eire with Waiting for Godot. HOO hah. HOO HAH!

Do you like my leather vest?

LEAD WITH STOMACH.

KYYYYYLE!

Sometimes you just need to clean at 4am.

So difficult to wake up this morning.

One more day out on my owwwwn...

Denim vest? NO.

JUST TUCK THAT IN!

They've BEEN GLAZED!

You know that smell people have when they first wake up? Its that 'morning' smell...everyone has a different scent. Crazy. I opened my brother's door this morning to wake him up, and I was hit with this musty, post-party, koko scent. Ugh.

A daily task of mine for the past month has been to 'back-comb' my mother's hair. What the hell?

Everyone is talking about going back to the Y this summer, and I am supremely jealous. However, there really isn't a job I would care to work. I have worked my way up, so to speak, and I really don't want to go back. I really can't afford to work there this summer, AND I am doing some major travelling. Shit. Shit shit. I'm going to miss it.

Marc is on the phone...yay.

I'm slipping under

Doc appointment = successful. Er, whatever that means.

After driving back from the doc's, I spent some time on the Pinery playground...most excellent of times. I just NEED my own swing set.

80 DEGREES THIS WEEKEND! I am tempted to drive to Estes for some hike-age. Sigh. Missing it already.

It is actually BEAUTIFUL outside right now. The sun is out, but the wind is a BIT chilly. And there's a shirtless dude outside my window...WHAT?

Yay.

So this is spring break.

What a wicked thing to say

Say it with me: FUUUDGE POP

Work = ugh. I DID, however, get a great response with Arbonne. I'll be keeping that line out for a good while.

Mitsubishi Galant = enjoyable + better than the Neon. *cringe*

He's the biggest threat right now...

Working on the photography...seriously. Checking out the prices on a prof. digi cam. *cue money falling from the sky*

Made a list of possible clients for photo and Arbonne. Outlining and planning for the next 2 months. Madness. I'm excited.

Doc appointment tomorrow...as PER usual. Clean bill 'o' health? We shall see.

Because I can

Wow. Its been a helluva week. I am just now getting a chance to actually check the email, do some laundry, pay the bills, bathe, etc.

Mid-term week was a crazy one. Snapped and did some devel work this past week(end). I am pleased with the results.

Rental car. Freaking 2003 DODGE NEON. I have seriously upset someone somewhere. And get this: the car has more dents and scratches than Joan Rivers. The hubcap was smashed when we picked up the car (class!), and so as a result, I have a flat tire today at work. Thank you, slow air leak. I'm bringing the vehicle back to Enterprise tomorrow to retrieve a working one (fingers crossed).

A mess.

So spent the weekend working and hanging out with Daniel. Low-key but not too shabby.

I miss Kyle.

AND YET THE AMERICAN PSYCHO dreams continue! Again this morning I was face to face with Patrick Bateman and a knife cutting away at my flesh. PLEASANT.

Lift for drug facts!

Sunday night. End of scene.

Where did it go?

This weekend was full.

SUNDAY NIGHT SHOW?!

Saw The Passion on Sat. THE most intense moments of my life.

Mid-terms this week. I'm actually *done* with homework before 1am. Madness.

I'LL CALL YOU BACK IN 5 MINUTES!

Weather was absolutely beautiful today. Missing Estes...

Shawn called...love that kid.

Spent about an hour in my basement with a hippo and chuck T's. Details later.

Coco is here right now...VARTS! And how would YOU like your salisbury steak?

And just what kind of sit-ups can cure this ailment?

When I wanted worlds to paint...

Can you take me with you?

Lost Cause

Lost in Translation is my new favorite film. I was just THERE.

Crown me Queen of THE GOLDEN PALACE! WHERE IS MY GOLDEN FLEECE?

Again, this river is flowing through me...

Egg shells.

Because all good things must come to an end.

Sensory Notes

People.

I cleaned my room just to avoid all the work I have to do this evening before I retire.

For now I'm working on my observational essay...and YES. I'm writing about the accident. I can't pass this up. And hey, I have the police report in front of me, so why not? Plenty of notes to work with!

Broke out the vinyl player and good 'Ol JT! Mr. James Taylor. An appropriate selection for the tone of the evening. Yay "Sweet Baby James!" Good times.

I need to shut the hell up.

VIOLENT CRUNCHING. SCATTERED STYROFOAM. Pieces. Dirty plastic.

And what did you see?


Spinning landscapes

I've been finding letters that I have never sent. I've poured out so much on these pieces of paper only to never share those feelings I once felt. I hold the letters in my hands and smell them, trying to see if I can catch the scent of that time in my life. Was it sweet? Bitter? Stale?

I gave too much to some people...and to others? Well...perhaps not quite enough. Colorful exchanges, monochromatic exchanges, pale exchanges...they vary...just like the people they were once meant to greet.

They never will.

C-C-C-C-CAN'T stop!

DAMN MY EYES!

Too late.

So I made an error, and as a result, I will be up extremely late this evening. Not kosher. UNLESS I am hit with an incredible amount of inspiration and a time machine, I will probably not be sleeping tonight. *dances jig*

I'm actually looking forward to my photo time this evening on the set, but it must wait. I need to plow through this HORRIBLE play by one Mister Ionesco, write a paper, and go crazy with Men's Issues 49-53. No hay pedo.

FLEE SEXUAL IMMORALITY!

Fornication (fôrn-kshn)-(n)Sexual intercourse between partners who are not married to each other, or the Brazilian brutal death metal band. I don't know about you, but Mauricio is MY fav! JAY KAY! Stay tuned for their next album! 10 new brutal songs!

Hmm...maybe they sound cooler in Portuguese.

I did it for the Fuji

Wow. Multiple injuries in one house = MASSIVE AMOUNT OF TENSION. Madness.

Had a bizarre dream last night that Matt was directing a music video that I was starring in. And get this: I was driving a hellish, wheelchair-like lawnmower. What the hell? Nate was also in this dream, and he was trying to boulder my staircase. Typical.

Hungry like the wolf? Hilarious.

Feeling a lot better today. So much work needs to be done for school tomorrow...sigh. I need to take an entire 2 rolls of film by tomorrow afternoon. Oy. Yay fun with aperture. We shall see. We have to, because my project is due on Monday. *SCREAM*

WET HAIR

Calling you, Kyle...