dear world,

thanks for shitting all over my face and ruining my happy utopian dreams of next year, fucking around in berkeley with friends and being a pretentious art major.

instead, i am stuck at vassar for a semester and potentially going to france the other. which, in theory, i should be stoked about (after all; shit, man, it's fucking france) but alas, i am not, as it was not in the original plan.

instead i am now whining about this on blogspot because i clicked on it instead of my lj link (i am actually that obnoxious) , and am far too lazy to go back to the other one. also i should be in new hackensack, printing out pictures, but am instead going to have nothing prepared for tuesday. because vassar shat on my life.

i hate being poor when it doesn't work to my advantage.

no love,

kristin

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.

dear incoming vassar freshmen,

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

love, 

kristin.