1. go into your archives.
2. find your 23rd post.
3. find the fifth sentence.
4. post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.
5. tag five other people to do the same thing.
and i have a freaking craft room, for god's sake
i think this is supposed to tell me that i need to actually use my craft room, eh? i'm actually in the process of cleaning it and getting rid of a CRAPLOAD of... well, crap. anthony must think i'm the biggest mook - i'm always reorganizing and rearranging. doing anything to that room except for actual art & craft.
well, no longer, by god! this new year will usher in creativity the likes have never been seen by ms kimberlina! oh YES, i do declare and admonish myself to USE my craft room to its fullest extent! i will use it like a hooker on nebraska. have my way with it. *winkwinknudgenudge* thread and fabric and scissors and paint and paper and photographs and *gasp* finished projects.
let's see... who to tag... who to tag...
you know, unless you've already done this one, of course. ;)
i'm not good at wish lists. i have a really hard time asking for fun and not just functional stuff. so here goes! you've got less than a day to shop - get to it! ; )
christmas wish list:
1 - a leica m7 rangefinder
2 - a hasselblad medium format camera with digital back
3 - pottery kiln
4 - pottery wheel
5 - darkroom w/ enlarger
6 - warehouse to house all art supplies
7 - printing press
8 - 4 bedroom bungalow in seminole heights w/ large bathtub
9 - or, instead, my rented townhouse now, repainted w/ new carpets
10 - my parents, back from hong kong
my parents were supposed to come into fort myers at 10 pm on the 24th, but at the airport my dad got really tired and dizzy and instead of flying home, went to a hospital in hong kong. again. they ended up leaving and are resting at reeko's house. the new schedule is that they're flying back on the 29th.
virginia is seriously an awesome hostess. she cooked for us all weekend! scrambled dill & cheese eggs! tomato alfredo pasta! i love when people cook for me. love love love.
we also went out to celebrate her co-worker's birthday.
then we partied at her office and took photos in the bathroom:
we had gone out to wall street. kinda like an alley with lots of bars - you pay a cover to go to all of them, though we spent most of our time out in the street area. it was surprisingly casual. ybor here in tampa is incredibly skanky. it will be 40 degrees out and women will wear almost nothing, obviously suffering from hypothermia and they think they're insanely hott and hip and "sexy." um, that's a negatory. but in orlando, chicks were dressed for the cold! long sleeves! jeans! *gasp* normalcy. thank goodness.
but there was still lots of this:
can't see the funny? look again!
hahahahaha! people are so lame.
and then last weekend, jen had her first annual HHWS&GEPL (holiday house warming social & gift exchange pot luck). mulled wine & peppermint hot chocolate!
this is how she made her hot chocolate pepperminty. really, really pepperminty.
it actually ate away at our candy cane garnishes.
star was the ONLY one to finish her schnapps chocolate.
jen was rather liberal in the pouring. 90 proof schnapps?! who knew!
this is lincoln. jen & brian also have a rabbit (ms. higgins), but she's black and since i didn't want to scare her w/ the flash, all i got was a black blob.
here's bri-bri, munching on his half-schnapps-eaten candy cane.
and here's anthony, he's saying, "there is no way i can drink that hot chocolate."
it occurs to me that there is a severe lack of decorations pictures... i'll have to try and remedy this... suffice it to say that jen & brian's new house is absolutely adorable and i am insanely jealous. quite.
anyways. i broke my rule of blogging with a slide. oh well. i'm chumming and i don't care! tonight is girlfriend sweatshop at star's house - most hopefully i'll get the rest of the slides tonight.
so my job is now requiring females to wear pantyhose with skirts.
seriously, is there anything more anachronistic? requiring pantyhose was ok in the 50s, right? but it's 2005! FIVE! did you get that? we don't wear hose if we don't want to, get it?! we can still look professional with BARE LEGS showing! *gasp* (oh, the horror, women's BARE legs?! cover those things!)
*sigh* i don't get exceedingly angry very often. when people try to convince me to eat at hooters, i get angry. when people push their views on other people, i get angry. when people tell me that i have to wear certain undergarments, i get angry.
yes, hosiery is considered an undergarment. it serves no useful purpose. "they" say that it helps keep you warm. are you kidding me? that flimsy little fabric? maybe if i were wearing leggings, yes. nylon? fuck no.
i was attempting to write coherently, but this is just turning into an amorphous rant. my apologies.
pantyhose is binding. it's uncomfortable. the crotch rides down till you're walking with it between your thighs. it makes toes cramp and can cause yeast infections. nylon is occlusive and makes my feet sweat even more. it gets runs within an hour, either from your hands putting it on or your toes from walking.
"they" say it looks professional. what makes it so professional? it makes your legs look even and smooth! so, having people judge how my legs look is professional?
and guys don't even have to wear ties! they want it for professionalism? what about TIES?! effing christ. not that ties even come close to what pantyhose are for women. YOU try wearing a little shrunken, binding nylon mesh crap for a few days - see how you're feeling then. you tell me how professional you feel. we don't even have clients that walk our halls, for pete's sake!
i must subvert in my own way. today i wore fishnet pantyhose. i have 5 pairs of hose - mostly decorative and one white pair. oh, i'll wear 'em all right. i can't promise they'll be "professional," but i'll be within dress code and "they" can't send me home to change. i'm considering buying a larger size so that the stockings will bunch around my ankles. how awesome would that be?
damn, i hate sexism.
slide - anthony
happy birthday, saad, old man! we celebrated at ceviche where the food is insanely ridica-good and the expensive champagne sangria flows into ours mouths... not quite as fast as the money leaves our pockets.
me & the birthday boy - hellooooo drunky drunks!
soho - stands for south howard. aren't they clever?
mmm... tapas... let's see if i can remember what we ordered that night... scallops? vegetable paella. vegetables a la parilla (potato basket!). bizcochos de bacalao (salt cod cakes). had to use the menu there to jog the memory... holy smokes, this food was good. i need to win the lottery so we can go more often...
perhaps our 4th pitcher o' champagne sangria. you cannot go wrong when you drink fruity champagne through STRAWS.
rachel & star - members of the girlfriend sweatshop.
david - token male in the picture (2nd guitarist of red room cinema).
marcus, rosie (token female in picture) and birthday boy, caught waning-blink.
sarah (masseuse extraordinaire) & marsha.
requisite me & anthony photo. : )
awww... he's so drunky-drunk, too! (this is, of course, before we had to figure out how to split the bill 10 ways, which sobered him up quite a bit.)
these are from sarah's pictures:
HAHAHAHAHA! this one cracks me up.
uh... what the hell am i holding? ...i totally don't remember this. ...did i steal saad's gift?!
and it was so chill out!
slide - me
so....... tonight i have totally signed up for msn. it reminds me of the bygone high school and college days of im and icq and aol messenger.
full-blown procrastination and late nights, text making it's beautiful crawly way across the screen.
i am re-creating a monster.
Morning Edition, November 21, 2005 · I believe that there is no God. I'm beyond atheism. Atheism is not believing in God. Not believing in God is easy -- you can't prove a negative, so there's no work to do. You can't prove that there isn't an elephant inside the trunk of my car. You sure? How about now? Maybe he was just hiding before. Check again. Did I mention that my personal heartfelt definition of the word "elephant" includes mystery, order, goodness, love and a spare tire?
So, anyone with a love for truth outside of herself has to start with no belief in God and then look for evidence of God. She needs to search for some objective evidence of a supernatural power. All the people I write e-mails to often are still stuck at this searching stage. The atheism part is easy.
But, this "This I Believe" thing seems to demand something more personal, some leap of faith that helps one see life's big picture, some rules to live by. So, I'm saying, "This I believe: I believe there is no God."
Having taken that step, it informs every moment of my life. I'm not greedy. I have love, blue skies, rainbows and Hallmark cards, and that has to be enough. It has to be enough, but it's everything in the world and everything in the world is plenty for me. It seems just rude to beg the invisible for more. Just the love of my family that raised me and the family I'm raising now is enough that I don't need heaven. I won the huge genetic lottery and I get joy every day.
Believing there's no God means I can't really be forgiven except by kindness and faulty memories. That's good; it makes me want to be more thoughtful. I have to try to treat people right the first time around.
Believing there's no God stops me from being solipsistic. I can read ideas from all different people from all different cultures. Without God, we can agree on reality, and I can keep learning where I'm wrong. We can all keep adjusting, so we can really communicate. I don't travel in circles where people say, "I have faith, I believe this in my heart and nothing you can say or do can shake my faith." That's just a long-winded religious way to say, "shut up," or another two words that the FCC likes less. But all obscenity is less insulting than, "How I was brought up and my imaginary friend means more to me than anything you can ever say or do." So, believing there is no God lets me be proven wrong and that's always fun. It means I'm learning something.
Believing there is no God means the suffering I've seen in my family, and indeed all the suffering in the world, isn't caused by an omniscient, omnipresent, omnipotent force that isn't bothered to help or is just testing us, but rather something we all may be able to help others with in the future. No God means the possibility of less suffering in the future.
Believing there is no God gives me more room for belief in family, people, love, truth, beauty, sex, Jell-O and all the other things I can prove and that make this life the best life I will ever have.
- Penn Jillette
what does that mean, anyways? "up the yin yang?" is this a dirty term i speak of? i lack pop culture references and am too tired to look it up.
another phrase i don't get - "to have beef with." as in: "i've got some beef with you."
isn't beef supposed to be good? or maybe "they" mean a beefy fist sandwich. ::kapow in the kisser::
kim = confused
kim = tired
kim also = super stuffed w/ cheesy and chocolatey fondue goodness.
anthony, rachel and i went to jacques & lisa's house for fondue night! (do tell me if i spelled that incorrectly, rachel.)
it. was. incredible.
hello fondue! hello cheese! hello bread! hello toblerone fondue!
i like to say hello to my food. it's the polite thing to do, after all. lots of merlot, cabernet/merlot and port! never had port wine before. delish. especially with little nibbles of 54% dark chocolate in between sips. do i sound educated? erudite, even? bwahahaha... FOOLED YOU. ;) i know nothing of wine. except that as a general rule of thumb, i like expensive chianti.
man, i am tired. just spoke to my dad, who reassured me that he was doing well. he was put back in the hospital after being released; he keeps getting these weird stints of high blood pressure and shakiness. they did some glucose tests, trying to figure it out. they're having a meeting on sunday and then deciding what to do on monday. i hate that he's a 24-hour trip away.
and, as you can see, i have finally uploaded a singular slide from the halloween night! most of the slides are still at star's house - i'll try and put one up each post from now on. for "visual interest" and what have you. this one was done by jen.
1. apparently, i make an awesome pumpkin flan (with martha's help, of course). that baby was totally gone at the work pot-luck. i effing ♥ flan. (recipe follows)
2. have started 'girlfriend sweatshop' with a few other friends. we're of the crafty sort, or like to pretend we are, so we're getting together every wednesday to make craft, art, drink wine, absorb healthy amounts of sanity-inducing estrogen, and eat desserts and hummus and other such good foods. we're so excited. this started partly to keep our sanity and to balance out the boys' band practices that they will sometimes have twice a week.
3. the picture here is of a knitted spaghetti monster dildo cozy.
1 cup sugar
1 can (15 oz) solid-pack pumpkin
1 can (14 oz) sweeetened condensed milk
1 1/2 cups whole milk
4 lg eggs + 1 lg egg yolk
3/4 tsp ground cinnamon
1/2 tsp salt
1/4 to 1/2 tsp chipotle chile powder (so very optional)
1/8 tsp ground cloves
pinch o' cayenne pepper (again, very optional)
oven to 325F.
boil sugar and 1/4 cup water - stir to dissolve & then w/o stirring, cook until dark amber (about 7 minutes). be careful not to burn it! once it's reached the desired color - quickly pour into 9 inch cake pan.
in blender (or mixer) blend pumpkin and milks.
add egg stuff and the rest. blend.
pour into cake pan.
put cake pan into larger pan (roasting pan if available) and fill the larger pan w/ hot water about 1 inch up the side of the cake pan.
cook for 1 - 1 1/2 hrs until golden brown and set.
cool on wire rack. chill 6 hours or overnight.
run a knife along the sides of the flan to release the edges. a really big plate with raised edges works well for serving. put the plate on top of the cake pan and then flip quickly. it's ok if the sugar cracks all over. mine did. it just adds... texture. yea, texture to the dish.
all i remember thinking is, "this is such bullshit..." and then walking out. hahahaha! if i get a 95 on this next test, i won't have to take the final and will still have an A - here's to hope and studying! (just... later. study later.)
so, here's my life in 5000 words or less.
"this is your life, get used to it"
- liars academy (serendipidous ipod moment)
born 3.14.79 (einstein's birthday! eli whitney patented the cotton gin!)
5 lbs 14 oz. @ 9:14 am
china trip 1
first memory: watching my mom get her palm read in china
grew up in fort myers, florida - summer home of edison & ford
china trip 2
total band nerd
total school nerd
spent most of the time at parent's chinese restaurant playing video games in the back and making tents out of tables and linens with my younger brother
barnes & noble was THE hangout (and still is)
lots and lots of movies
played trumpet, french horn, flugelhorn
first kiss at 18
costa rica trip
europe trip 1
college 3 yrs in atlanta
got to see leaves change! ice storm! sushi every week!
studied abroad in firenze (omg - gelato)
china trip 3
finished at fsu
major: studio art
job at borders ($6/hr?!)
met anthony - boyfriend 3
china trip 4 - mantis shrimp
job in healthcare
hm. and that's it. i might add to this later. i feel like it's so short! i'm glad that travel was such a big part of my life. even though jet fuel smell makes me gag like no one's business.
i guess i just feel like evaluating my life. overall, my life is +7 happy (that's for you, mr. vilorio). the -3 comes from my career and job.
how does one figure out what to do in life? for a while, i wanted to be a librarian. but the gre scared me off. i pushed it from my mind. i got this job in healthcare. then i wanted to do phamacy. but now... seriously, chemistry sucks. chemistry kills. chemistry kills my fun & sanity dead.
also, there's the fact that i think the pharmaceutical industry isn't really good - we're overmedicated as a country. and i don't think i even spelled "pharmaceutical" correctly....
and then *the sound of angels singing & pure white light* star and madge learn me that usf doesn't require the gre for aspiring librarians with a gpa of 3.0 in undergraduate studies. i see a hint of happiness. we'll see where this plot takes me. i feel like a choose your own adventure book - i've backtracked and tried another storyline and only lost a little bit of reading time.
so, fb, that's where i've been, and hopefully, where i'm going.
even when skipping work from stress, mondays still suck total ass.
slept in, had the singularly crappiest test in the world, rushed to finish a lab, did lab (in which we have no chairs, so my back was killing me), then got the "why don't you believe in a higher intelligent existence?" conversation from my professor when all i wanted to do was go home and eat (i ate at 12 pm, it was then 8:30 pm) and nurse my aching uterus.
again *le sigh*
it's late now and i must be getting sleep.
things on my mind:
- need sleep
- desire sleep
- want sleep
- chemistry is my personal hell
- also, stairs
- pharmacy - good?
- craft - better?
- dad doing better
- home soon?
lee & tiffany
tiffany took this photo of her dad : )
anthony showing tiffany the trauma center game on ds. tiffany loves surgeries. she was addicted to the discovery channel when she lived here. i bet she'll be a surgeon when she grows up. ...maybe she can give me an allowance in my old age...
*le happy sigh*
also, even though i rant about the 90% and the dash/em dash issue, my anatomy teacher is still rockin'. he's really the best teacher out of the 4 i have this semester. i think i did super on the test today.
|this is my life, rated|
|take the rate my life quiz|
mostly because i hate being petty in the face of real upset. my mom called me at 3 am informing me that my dad had a heart attack, but was stable in the hospital in china.
while i'm not christian, keep him in your thoughts with hope. i do believe the power of the human mind is quite strong.
i have to admit that i'm a total nerd about writing. i love to write. not fiction so much, but i really don't mind writing papers. yes, my writing style can be informal (and i'm talking more about papers than the blog - sometimes my blog is highly disjointed due to its stream of consciousness nature).
but i was in the ib program. all we did was write. write and write and write and write. i can fucking write a paper in my sleep.
i'm a pretty good writer.
so when i get a 90% because my "sentences are too long" and that my "use of dashes - is not correct," i get irritated.
if any of my dear readers are grammar nerds/snobs/literate, please enlighten me and put me in my place. sometimes i need it.
and blah-blah-blah, yes, a 90% is an "a."
i think it's still just a gut reaction.
it's a *low* a.
also, in high school, my grading scale was 94-100 was an "a."
a 90 was a "b."
what follows here are the sentences wherein have i have used the dash.
To actually learn about the skeleton - of how bone is formed and how it functions - is a completely different story, one of strength and fragility, of dynamic growth and decline.
Each osteon has a central canal along which run veins, arteries and nerves; occassionally there are perforating canals which run perpendicular to the central canals - they allow blood vessels to connect to each other inside this matrix of bone and permit the flow of nutrients and waste.
(hm, possibly my use of the semi-colon was not correct. this i admit.)
As one ages, however, much of the red bone marrow will change to yellow bone marrow - a fatty tissue. Further on, by old age, much of this yellow bone marrow will become a reddish jelly - gelatinous bone marrow.
The hard network of this spongy bone is called trabeculae - its structure bequeaths an incredible amount of strength to the ends of long bone and enables the ends to absorb stress from any angle, a very important feature to have at the joints.
(maybe i could have gone into *why* it was an important feature here.)
Between these two areas is the epiphyseal plate - this is the area where growth will occur in length in growing humans.
It basically keeps bones from grinding against each other - creating a well-oiled joint.
(ok, maybe this could have been a comma.)
The makeup of bone is approximately one third proteins and two thirds mineral; the protein component is mainly an organic material - collagen - which gives bone its flexibility, while the mineral component is a combination of mostly calcium and phosphorus which gives bone its hardness.
A delicate balance between these two materials must be maintained - not enough protein and the bone will become brittle and break easily, not enough minerals and it will end up too flexible and soft.
As the osteoblasts create bone, they mature into osteoclasts - cells that have built themselves into a little cell surrounded by hard matrix.
Their job is to break down bone - they secrete hydrogen ions to make hydrochloric acid (to dissolve minerals) and an acid enzyme ( to braek down the protein fibers).
There are two main types of fractures - open reduction and closed reduction.
Next, this tissue is formed into a soft callus made primarily of cartilage - a hard mineral callus will then replace the soft callus.
Lastly is the remodeling - there will be a larger lump at the breakage site - in a healthly and normal person, this lump will eventually disappear over a few months. (i admit, this is awkward.)
i guess you get the point.
here's what st. martin's handbook has to say about dashes:
pairs of dashes allow a writer to interrupt a sentence to insert a comment or highlight particular marterial. in contrast to parentheses, dashes give more rather than less emphasis to the material they enclose.
a single dash sets off a comment or emphasizes material at the end of a sentence. it also marks a sudden shift in tone, introduces a summary or explanation of what has come before, and indicates hesitation in speech.
i guess my point is that i don't understand why i didn't at least give a 95%. maybe i used a few too many (?), but that hardly constitutes 10 points off. in my must humble (ha!) opinion. he said that he would grade easy! cakewalk! as long as there weren't super bad grammatical mistakes and that there were paragraphs and an intro and a conclusion... no problem!
please, berate me if i'm wrong. erikina? mich?
i was trying to go for "zombie." i think i ended up "really dirty girl." kina, of course, is flaunting her halloween skills.
btw - that bracelet never leaves my arm. mostly because it's too small to take off!
my dad bought it from china and asked me if i wanted it. i replied that it was too small, but luckily (?) his friend jane knew just what to do. a little soap, a little water, a fast and quick shove and a huge hand bruise later, viola! instant permanent bracelet. irritating when writing or taking notes or typing. but good for bondag... i mean. fashion. good for fashion.
here's rachel, a marilyn monroe zombie. work those fishnets!! big zombie theme, this year, not so big on the zombie makeup. rachel bought a big thing of zombie makeup, but after reading the back, not much was actually used. do not use black, green or blue near the eyes. do not use red, yellow or orange near the lips. uck - hello scary chemical paste.
virginia! guess who, guess who!
more pictures of kina... oh, the pictures don't stop there! more to come!
later in the evening i added blood dribbling down my chin. here it just looks like dried bbq sauce. alas. but really, i was born a blonde.
the weekend has been most enjoyable.
visits from friends far-flung, drinks *way* too strong, the licking of art and museums, drunk pictures of said friends, thrift stores and shopping and costumes and zombies and peeling flesh, korean food and bibimbop, good music and alaskan tacos, sleeping in and pancakes.
i could go on and on.
perhaps tomorrow i'll be able to post images, but for now, this will suffice.
work and school are turning me, truly, into a zombie. i often feel blank. my mind no longer functions properly and i no longer try to remember things long term. work keeps me jumping from one thing to another, post-its adorn my cube in a cascading waterfall of sticky yellow bits of paper.
today i went to the mall with anthony and actually loved every minute. the mall isn't really a "loving it" kind of place. but it was just so nice to spend time with him in a kicking-back-screw-the-night kind of way. i miss the days when i could fritter away an entire evening doing NOTHING. now it's work, school, study, sleep. wash and repeat.
*stretch* almost time for bed now, it seems.
funny conversation in my anatomy class went something like this:
*lots of talk about stem cells, religious right in office making too many decisions that affect everyone*
after class, a comment from a student
"you know, bush is going to be the last president with traditional values."
the way it was said, i couldn't be sure if the student was for, or against, bush
but then it was followed by
"it's good and bad, you know. bad because, well, the end of traditional family values, but good because it's marking the second coming of christ."
*skritch-y record player noise*
uh, wtf? are you serious?
well, at least we have a solid date.
at that point i kinda turned heel, thinking i might blurt out something i would regret later. in retrospect, i should have stayed to see what more might have transpired. more fodder for the 'ol blog.
:: your passport stamps ::
you are very well traveled in the southern united states (69%) [yeehaw!]
you are somewhat well traveled in scandinavia (40%)
you are somewhat well traveled in southern europe (40%)
you are somewhat well traveled in western europe (29%)
you are somewhat well traveled in the northeastern united states (29%)
you are somewhat well traveled in australia (25%)
you are mostly untraveled in asia (8%) >_<
you are mostly untraveled in latin america (7%)
you are untraveled in africa (0%)
you are untraveled in canada (0%)
you are untraveled in eastern europe (0%)
you are untraveled in new zealand (0%)
you are untraveled in the middle east (0%)
you are untraveled in the midwestern united states (0%)
you are untraveled in the united kingdom (0%)
you are untraveled in the western united states (0%)
here's the deal: anthony's got a show coming up this weekend (on madge's birthday, no less!). they put on their website that there would be a slideshow done by me & jen & rachel. apprehension! despair! non-motivation! reluctance! & all that jazz. i was feeling scared, silly, i know, but threw myself into it last minute (of course). last night, in fact.
i was reluctanct mainly because slides cost a lot of money. and even more money to make prints into slides. like, $6 a slide. ugh. but then i realized that i had bought 4 flats of slides at a flea market near the beginning of the year.
they were inside these wonderful metallic boxes from a guy who had passed away. i couldn't bring myself to throw them out. it's incredible to me how much time and money he spent on them only to have them end up at a flea market. all his travels, all these images. that just might be where all my nicely organized negatives might end up one day.
sad, isn't it? everything changes. nothing stays the same. what's worth holding onto?
not one to waste, we're adding and subtracting to the images to make them spooky and quirky and beautiful to add a visual element to red room cinema's show. it's really interesting how different we all are in our artistic styles. i mainly add elements, lots of watercolor, funny quips on the scenes. rachel is more deconstructionist, outlining with an x-acto, scribbles with mascara brushes & flashes of color. jen flutters about, finally settling on a super detractive theme that leaves only small bits of the picture left.
i'm so. excited. once it's done, i'll scan them into my computer and share, but until then, we're in a mad frenzy of slides and paints and knives and really bad fumes from the old skool projector screen. seriously, it smells like a chemical lab in our living room. we'll make pacts to paint each other's iron lungs.
|Your Power Color Is Teal|
at your highest:
you feel accomplished and optimistic about the future.
at your lowest:
you feel in a slump and lack creativity.
you tend to be many people's ideal partner.
how you're attractive:
you make people feel confident and accepted.
your eternal question:
"what impression am i giving?"
- i am attempting to clean the house.
- i am hoping beyond hope that work will be cancelled tomorrow due to little miss wilma. there's another update at 9. *crosses fingers*
- i bought crystals cat litter. we're hoping it lasts longer than the regular scoopable stuff.
- i just bought this ring from the moma store!
- i'm not a big diamond person. diamonds are blood money. ... really, so much in this world is gained at the cost of someone else. and i'm not talking money. i'm talking blood and sweat and children and hunger. it makes me sad. i try to be strong and proactive in doing what i can to stop general world crappiness. there's just so much of it - it easily gets me down. gems can be beautiful, but i don't understand why they must cost so much.
- we went through this huge jewelry mall in china last year - all i could say to anthony was, "these rocks are so pretty!" because really, that's all they are. rocks.
- anyways, here's a neat site, too - recycled jewelry. a lot of it isn't my style at all. it makes me want to get into jewelry-making. (no more hobbies, kim!)
- my head is hurting. maybe a glass of wine will help?
- i got an email from my friend michie - i gave her a bag that i had made for her ordination and she took it with her to san francisco. apparently, people stopped her on the street asking where she had gotten it.
- "I mean, seriously, strangers on the street stopped me to ask where I had bought it!! I've taken it to work and now to Richmond and Charlotte and everywhere I go people are asking about it!!! So, yeah, in all your free time, you make a whole bunch more of those and sell them on the internet and I'll get you some buyers.... that's what I'm sayin'.... My point, dear heart: Thanks for the effin' awesome bag."
- makes me want to drop this pharmacy bit and do more craft! why, oh why, can't i make a decision? maybe once i research organic chem things'll become clearer.
- went to ceviche with saad & rachel on friday. went through 3 pitchers of champagne sangria. can we say, yum?
- he said "goya? oBOYa!" i could not. stop. laughing. we are dorks.
- the place has the most awesome tapas. it made anthony and me feel that maybe tampa wasn't so super crummy after all - there are little gems here that we don't even know about! of course, we're hermits and never leave the house - maybe that's the problem. ;)
(sorry, i'm bad at narrowing photo choices when it comes to sharing)
i heart halloween. i heart decorating for halloween. i heart eating halloween candy & chocolate. i heart skulls. i heart anthony (who i discovered had a crush on me on halloween). i heart pumpkins. i heart knives.
more skullz. note the prince of darkness figure hidden in the background. i heart tim curry.
those goopy insides are so fun to scoop! (way better than kitty litter.) i heart roasted pumpkin seeds.
mmm... mulled wine... we got those champagne flutes from the thrift store. they say "2000 celebration urology/dermatology sales." hahaha!
damnit, mary jo! move your hand! (shown w/ new boy - brian.) : )
hey, cute boy, chomp!
lumberjack vamp hearts chocolate.
domo arigato mister roboto... -pumpkin
jen's brian's pumpkin. terrence & philip or pac man?
she had stars in her eyes...
brian's pac man ghost!
this is a fetus. this is a fetus carved into a pumpkin. this is a fetus carved into a pumpkin with a wire hanger wrapped all up on it.
anthony wanted to write "pro-choice" on it and deposit it back on the church lawn.
my cute (unoriginal) pumpkin. i totally used a stencil.
and well, here's me taking a photo of myself. when you're holding the camera, you're never in any pictures!
much fun was had, much candy was ingested, many pumpkin seeds were strewn about the (thankfully covered) floor. huzzah!
and in other news:
i got a 97 on my chem test.
wtf? i am seriously good guesser. i am still in shock. (and i can already hear anthony saying, "i told you so.")
may potentially become a supervisor @ my job. actual title & pay raise to follow in what is sure to be 5 months.