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Name: Kristy! Country: United States State: Washington Metro: Seattle Gender: Female
Interests: . music. culture. painting. RAVING LUNATICS. interesting conversations. obscure places to visit. meeting people. dancing, being completely random and spontaneous. politics. night time. and of course writing. falling harshly in love without a choice. the amazing Mr. Max Miller.
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Member Since:
4/5/2004
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| It's getting bloody hot out...you'd think it was summer or something strange like that....but apparently Washington has freak weather and is NOT a temperate climate with lots of rain. Apparently, Washington gets up to 95 degrees for a week straight with no rain or breeze and does not believe in making windows that allow air conditioners to be stuffed in them. Bummer. On the other hand, sitting around in my 40's'ish style bathing suit makes me very happy and ice cream sounds like a lovely idea indeed. I feel an adventure coming on.... | | |
| - America (vinyl) I must admit, yesterday made me incredibly giddy despite the little fact that I got owned. At my school they were having a "recreation day" before we got off for the holiday. Setting up pool table, ping pong tables and....sumo wrestling suits. So I, in my brilliant mind thought...how hard could this be? Struggling into the puffy suit, I get helped up for the fact that you can not move in these things and race like the wind towards my friend Mike to knock him out of the circle. Little did I also know, I'm kind of a wuss, and he took me down three times to have me fall on my tummy flopping like a fish to get back up (which I couldn't do to the unmovibility of these things...) All in all....it was the best time I've had in days. Yesterday was fabulous and useful. It was nice to be able to help my darling Natasha on her essay...and strangely...I think I like essay writing and have decided to side kick my addled brain into action to start pouring poems out again. Something I have been struggling with despite my passion for it. As well as dropping my new found friend Andi off at the mall and talking the whole time. She's adorable. Then of course stopping at Half Price Books to chat with the dancy Mark and to rediscover the joy of the "catwings" books. What a strangely, simple, yet lovely day. | | |
| Hahaha...how narcissistic am I? I just called myself brilliant and giggled. | | |
| Well, I'm very tired right now. But for lack of any other aspiring activities, I think it is about time I whip some words into this blank internet page that looks lonely without paragraphs and letters and bad grammer. Even if they are senseless garble. As of this moment, I dearly wish I was in my warm comfy bed. But unfortunatly, my bed is an intolerable haven without Max's unruly arms and legs hogging all of it. It's senseless to sleep without him. So, how do I make up for this debauchery? I talk to him on aim. Old school. It's been raining like a beast lately. It is so wet here....but fortunatly this little corner of the Republic is brilliant. I love my little Natasha who is adventure filled as well as very giving with her jaw breakers, I think I need to make a plan for a photoshoot and bad coffee soon...goodness....nothing exciting happened today...I'm much, much too tired to write anything entertaining....sleep time....mmm yesh. Wait no....Plato's Symposium reading time...... | | |
| So, it's official. I'm back. But unfortunatly, my return is fraught with a slight miserable tinge. Yesterday was ridiculous. It's actually been a long time since I have had such an unlucky day. I received the news that Max is going to have to leave for two weeks in December on top of the possibility of him being gone for 24 hours up to every 3 days. As a result of him blasely telling me this news, I had to take my first Earth Science exam and completely bombed it from my distracted state. You would think after nearly two years I would be used to the fact he has to leave me for silly amounts of time. But, to tell the truth I don't think it will be something I can ever get used to. It breaks my heart severely everytime. | | |
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