oh whaddup ansel adams, chillin in your darkroom.

also i draw like a five year old

things that i have realized since being at college:

i am a straight up book thief.

i will never curb my addiction to diet soda, no matter how much my teeth itch.

going to the bathroom while other people are in there will never get easier, despite what they say.

there is no use in even attempting to clean off the dust that accumulates EVERYWHERE.

i am a filthy, filthy human being.

you should never, ever take real tv for granted.

snow isn't magic happy funtime. it fucking sucks.

i instantly hate people who whine about being away from their significant other for "OH MY GOD THE WHOOOOLE WINTER BREAK."

no matter where i am, i will always know an alarming amount of youtube videos that many people have yet to see.

fire alarms fucking suck.

there is more but i can't think of stuff right now.

oh also i like...write papers and take pictures and stuff. i guess.

and i'm all screwed up, but i feel alright

sinking deeper all the time

inside a hole deep in my mind,

but i love you, i love you more than life.

i'd like to take advantage of a flock of wild birds to make,

to make my escape from this planet.

i get attached to things alarmingly easily.

i like watching things change.

i was pretty bummed about my happy utopian dreams being crushed, but looking at it now, it doesn't suck as much as it idd then. i have a set path, that's going to be a fucking BITCH to follow, but will be *~*~worth it in the end.

i got into the studio art major, am going to my first critique today, and am ready to crap myself. i'm literally presenting a photograph of two stick figures humping, drawn into the sidewalk. there's other stuff, too, but it's all along the lines of that.

needless to say, i am probably going to get eaten alive.

fffffffuuuuuu

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.