57 Days Left!!(I think)

There's only fifty-seven days until I can leave again! I'm so excited, it's not even funny. Except...I work today. Oh no. Oh well, I suppose I'm making cash, so it's not all that bad. But the thing is, I've got a headache, and I feel a bit nauseated, and my face is pale. And my nose bled this morning for no reason. Yeah. I was just doing my hair, and blood came out of my face. Strange. Plus the dark circles ever-darkening under my eyes aren't too attractive, I don't think. But I've been taking some calcium/Vitamin C/Multi-Vitamin/Advil(for the headache) so the sun should come out soon I hope. I'm designing awesome pants too! So that's cool.
Kirstin

Tacks for Snacks

I am so hungry right now. Almost hungry enough to have Nails for Breakfast, Tacks for Snacks. Like Panic! At the Disco. Yeah. That's a song. A good one. Anyways, I am really hungry though. And there's still FIFTEEN MINUTES LEFT!! Ah well. My aching stomach will just have to eat itself for a little while more.
But for now, I will quote Colour in Conflict. Oh, alright, this is a complete and utter advertisement of their new CD. (Under the Affluence, in case you were wondering.)
"Come see, come see, let curtains rise
Upon our scene, before your eyes
Will be revealed what lurks beneath-
What weeps and wails and gnashes teeth-
A mask of smiles, a rich pretense,
A devil cloaked in decadence.
So, curtains, rise and show us hence
What's underneath the affluence..."
Yeah, it's pretty awesome. So is the music. If you're into awesomeness, that is. Which I happen to be.
Kirstin
By the way, visit www.myspace.com/colourinconflict if you're awesome.

You're Dead, So Now What?

This day is not that fun. But it's not that bad, I suppose. Everything's sad, sad, sad. Sad like the clouds that are crying today. Sad like Elphaba when Nessarose got pretty red magic shoes and she didn't. Sad like the animals are when they get needles in them against their wishes to remain separate from petty human affairs, thank you very much.
Well, enough of those similes. If you take the "i" out of similes, you get smiles. But I don't think these similes I've provided are generating very many smiles from the readers. Oh well.

New New New Everything is New Except the Year

I got a new haircut
I'm gonna get new contacts
I got a new book last night from Cole's

And so everything is new new new except the year! But that's not in too long either...

I work today and I'll make money! Hooray for that.

Kirstin

PLAIN WHITE T'S

"There's only

ONE thing
TWO do
THREE words
FOUR you

I love you"

Yes, I got a new CD a couple days ago, and yes, it is Plain White T's. It's very good. In fact, I have to say I prefer it to their last CD. Why am I capitalizing the letters "cd"? I don't know, I'm tired, OK? (ditto for the letters "ok")
Today, I wore a black dress from the nineties over black skinny jeans. Yep, I did just that. And I feel pretty good about myself right now too.
Well, it is almost three o'clock. I am excited to go home and do chores such as sweeping and mopping and vacuuming my lovely trailer. :)

Kirstin

Life is One Big Harmonica Solo

Well, the first dance of the school year was quite enjoyable for me. When I first got to the school, hardly anyone was there, in fact no one came until about seven thirty. But everything went very well actually. I wore a pink dress that is my mom's bridesmaid dress for my auntie Fran's wedding of two weeks ago. I am pretty sure everyone found it nice. I felt like Cinderella, because just forty-five minutes before I went to the dance, I was working like crazy at my job, and feeling flustered at making mistakes again and again. But I met a lot of nice understanding customers who made me feel good. Anyways. Back to the Cinderella dance. It was actually a harvest dance, so everyone else was wearing jeans or Daisy Dukes and plaid shirts while I was wearing Barbie's prom dress. :) But oh well, I like it so I guess I don't care that much at all.
I actually danced the whole night without feeling self-conscious at all! (with exception to the first ten minutes of the dance when I wasn't "in the moment" yet) And I actually, for the first time since grade eight, got to slow dance with people of the opposite sex, rather than dancing with the female exchange student. Don't get me wrong, that was SO COOL. Because I like her; she's awesome. Love that accent! But it was nice to dance with a boy for once. ha ha
All in all, my dance was the best so far! Ever, in fact. And when I got home and took off that dress, and looked at it for awhile, I smiled as I thought about my night. Then I looked at the top of my right hand, where a faded purple "x" still somberly stared at me. After thanking the God of Cinderella dances, I dimmed the old oil lamp and went to sleep, where visions of dancing the night away with foreign exchange students and actual boys danced in my dreams.
Kirstin
By the way, just kidding about the oil lamp. Although my television channels are that of a peasant, I do in fact have electricity.

Blog of the Great Eighty Days

This is the ultra short blog of the last eighty days. Yes, it's true, there are only eighty days until I can go back to Chetwynd for two whole weeks. Not that that's long enough at all.
But oh well.
Kirstin