How is it that I, the non-poster, has posted the most as of late?

So, I love Coconut Records. They are my most favoritest indie band. They make me want to go to the beach. Also, I told Lea and Chris this, but I changed my desktop to the forest, and now every time I open my computer I just look at it for awhile and imagine being there and walking around. I want to get outta the city pretty bad as of late. I know its early to be burned out of college, but I just feel so bleh here. Hopefully Chris and her upbeat, adventuristic, outlook on life will help quell my thirst for fresh new-ness (I know new-ness is not a noun, but it captures the essence of that which I want to convey). So anyways, all of these thoughts have been molding together and stewing up in my brain for a bit, some of them stewing longer than others, (also I have been reading Tolkien, which always sets my wick of adventure and change alight) and I have decided that California is where I gotta go this summer. The forest and beach and cool people and good music all in one place. Then when I think about Cali for too long I start to consider that wild light song "California on My Mind" as like a theme song, but then I am like, "no 'F. California' is the opposite of how I feel right now. But having a lake that I could dive into, and burying my head in the shit at the bottom doesn't sound so bad (symbolically ya know?). Neither does f-ing San Francisco, but that is an entirely different version of California than the one I want to go to so badly." Anyways, continuing on, at first I wanted to go to Cali by car with Mo', which may still be the way I wanna do it, if she's up for it. But then Lea suggested working at a kids camp, and at first I was like, boo...kids. But now I think it would be awesome. Getting paid lotsa money to babysit. But not like lame babysit, babysit with canoes and arts and crafts and s'mores. That would be awesome. So I want to find one that pays good, in California, and maybe pays airfare, but in all honesty a road trip there sounds kinda better. It's just having a place to stay on the way and all. But technicalities aside, I want to do that.

In other news, I bombed my first calc quiz hardcore. But I looked at the answer key and none of what was right was very hard. I just didn't see to do it when I was taking the quiz. So this semester I have a couple goals. One: to make my brain see algebra better. I have no clue how to achieve that one, but I think it might get easier once I have a damn textbook. Two: to understand general chemistry, which I have done before, I just never committed it to memory, so that is my real goal. I can do this one just by reading and studying, instead of not reading and blundering through. Three: learn about Greek Myth to an awesome degree. Lucky for me, I am pretty sure all I have to do for this goal is go to my handy dandy myth class. So those are my goals. Notice I have not made, "decide what I want to do with my life" one of my goals. I am stalling that one. Although everyday I come closer and closer to "screw it, I'm gonna teach." When this thought crosses my mind, my self preservation hormones immediately kick in and go "cut that crap out, suck it up, do something difficult and tedious with your life." Stay tuned see who wins in this epic battle of voices in my head and odd "you're going over a hill too fast" sensations in my stomach.

Also, I love the White Stripes. I had no clue this would happen, but it did, and I am super happy about it. I now ardently desire a few things: White stripes t-shirt, Rise against t-shirt, posters of aforementioned bands along with the fratellis, the fratellis and white stripes to go on tour nearby (although my startlingly realistic dream about being on stage for a stripes concert makes that a less ardent desire), and that's about it.

So there you go, my bemused and befuddled brain in a few words.

all of my love,

K.D.