whoever says the good lord doesn't provide, is wrong. While browsing the freezer to see what kind of food my roomates had left, a sudden glint of gold caught my eye. There, below some potstickers and diced pineapple--was a single golden star sticker signifying "I belong to Kim" atop an ENTIRE LOAF OF BREAD. Thats right, my food stock as sky rocketed.
Today's quickie hororscope reads: "You might not have everything you want right now, but you have enough. Enjoy"....I might not have lunch meat, but hot damn I have bread!
That the Wedding Singer is now a Broadway musical?
so I may have had the best time ever a few nights ago, when Trista came over and brought her super nintendo. I basically suck huge hairy balls at Mario kart, but Aladdin rocked my world. Talk about an old fashioned night of good clean fun, which inclueded some quotes such as "Y is the new Locke," "Damn game hens!" "Sometimes in life, you just don't have the map/scroll/sheet," "You've been bitch-slapped arrow guy" and many others. I wish more nights were as awesome, but they just can't all have Aladdin playing sessions.
OH yeah, so last week or so I was reading in the sun of my porch, and apparently it was just too hot for my little SIM card. I (again) have lost all the numbers on my phone. The only people I have so far are:
all basically because Trista put them there for me. I'm not sure what it says about me that in the last week or two that I've been thus restricted, I really haven't needed to call anyone else and no one else has called me.
Anyway, if you'd like me to call you ever, you'll probably have to give me your number again. Also, don't be offended if you call me and I don't pick it up because I"m neutrotic and fear foreign numbers.
found it. LOST was in my cabinet full of DVD box sets...right where it was supposed to be. Silly kim.
Did I lend Lost Season 1 to anyone who reads this? I have a fear that I've *cough* *cough* lost it. Honestly. Can't have Adam mad at me for something as important as this... so let me know if I lent it to you...
so I'm sitting on the bus, ditching my 2pm class (the Comedy of Sex on stage), when I hear the guy behind me say "This is way better then being in Sex and Comedy."
And that was awesome.
i am wearing my snakes on a plane sweatshirt that finally got here after 2 months.
I am drinking apple spice tea, which tastes like apple cider but is actually really tea
I am drinking it out of my fairly rad Silver Spur mug
I am getting hungry thinking about the Silver Spur
I am sitting on my bed, pretending that I'm alone in the house.
there is literally only one square foot section of clean floor space in my room (right in front of the door).
My feet are quite chilled
There are ink stains on my blanket and sheets
I am thinking about revamping lj and starting to post on a regular basis.
It is officially the weekend.
so I drove over the hill to the Mac store and bought an $80 power cord. Am now full functional. Um, well, I am now that I also bought a new printer today...since my old one crapped out on me last week, and I've been paying $0.12 a page in computer labs since then.
Sometimes (often as is the case with me) computers suck a lot.
But thankfully my cabrillo teacher said I could turn it in Monday.
People tell me I worry too much, but wouldn't you too, if you life was so distressing on so many minor levels?
holy fuck. I'd just like to say that it is 1am,
i have my final project due in my cabrillo class at 11am
and my power cord just shorted out.
I have exactly 15% battery power left,
which means about 10 minutes of computer life
I have exactly 1/2 out of 4-6 pages written.
which sucks big fat hair balls.
Basicallly, i have been doing shit in this class all quarter, and I've definitely been counting on "an amazing final project" dream. FUCK.