probably the best birthday ever. rawking out to blake schwarzenbach, dancing on a movie-theateresque folding chair, drinking a whiskey and (diet) coke. i'm so impressed with myself. lauren and i partied hard, ate french fries, got into more bars, and convinced a random indian man to eventually get a septum piercing. unfortunately, though, we didn't witness him actually do it.

all in all, a successful start to an enjoyable birthday.

20 should be pretty sweet, even though my love for justin bieber has gone officially from "odd" to "fucking creepy."

you'd think there would be a lot to talk about in the past like...million years it's been since i wrote in this, but oddly enough, i can't think of anything. i've been playing a lot of nintendo 64, doing an obscene amount of homework, turning 19 and cleaning up the sticky alochol mess that ensued, and playing more nintendo.

also, kevin has a car. this means we bother him at times to go on outings. i especially like this part, because it means we get to go places that aren't vassar and go shopping for our room.

however, i have discovered that grocery shopping is my favorite activity ever. nothing has made me feel quite as mature. it's almost like when you're little, and wearing your mom's high heels and thinking you're the shit. i hate how much i love budgeting. and how much of a pseduo-adult i think i am.

new york, new york, it's a hell of a town.

i finally scanned these in to my computer and am doing anything i possibly can to avoid actually doing my homework. this is a bad idea and i should feel bad, because i am going to get bitten in the ass for it, but i can't force myself to concentrate.

life sux.

dear incoming vassar freshmen,

please don't be lame. i was. don't be lame like me.

love, 

kristin.

i miss new york sometimes. no one here has hairless cats.