happy sunday
happy easter, i guess. although my easter isn’t for a month or so.
let’s see, what’s new – i have some exciting news i can’t talk about just yet, but keep checking back and within the month i promise i’ll tell you, one way or another. and school is starting again, drat. just when i had the whole “relaxing” thing perfected to an art form. and i finally found the elusive Macnab. and since he’s been SUCH a bad boy, i’m going to post his address here so any of you who want to know what hole he fell into in LA, can email him at: longshotproductions@hotmail.com . so there, macnab. now your email address is on the internet (and don’t pester him about the film).
also – everyone tell me their own opinion: if you were a Peanuts character (remember, charlie brown and the like?) which one do you think you’d be? i’m obviously Lucy….
cheers, k.
i love my kenya boys. really.
payan sent me this link, calling it, and i quote directly from IM, “i thought it was an awesome manifestation of creativity, skill and total lameness”. i can’t help but love this breed of humans, be they familiar kenyan boys or strange kiwi blokes.
cheers to them.
k.
two great weeks
wow. my life feels rather aflood with goodness lately. thank you, erin and nix, for showing so much love and coming so many miles to see me. thank you, matthieu, for buying a ticket to come to graduation in may – new york is all aflutter with anticipation for the frenchman’s arrival. thank you, genevieve, for blegh blegh blegh. thank you, payan, for getting me into third gear, finally, and trying to make me like whiskey. and thanks, my parents, for being as cool to my friends as you always are to me. you guys rule.
i love my friends. as some guy said on the woodstock album “you people – you people are the craziest bunch of people…”
cheers, k.
erin “mind” kolodny
vitals:
female/5’2”/hair:brown/eyes:don’t ask
location:
austin,tx.
affiliation:
Part of The Three
in twenty:
smartasawhip, loyal, daria, futureSCchiefjustice, loves queso, edgy, hardcore, new yorker, texan, beautiful, funny, inyourface, honest, brutally, sorely missed, erwin, JAZZHANDS.
now you know. worship her with me.
cheers, k.
a funny story
wait, wait – i have to tell you this story. maybe you won’t find it as hilarious as we all do – that is, the cool kids. so, genevieve was in this bar in florence and she was waiting in line for the bathroom, right, and there’s this british guy there. as victoria tells it (and g concurs) he was, and i quote, “the McUgly of the Uglies!” well, so g starts talking to him, because she’s a nice gal (har har) and he starts hitting on her, in the bathroom. and he leans his arm against the wall, and puts this sexy look on his monkey-butt ugly face, and says (imagine a british accent, right?) “come on“. and g’s like, “what?” and he says again, with more emphasis – “come on“. G giggles. and he says, totally seriously, “i can’t control myself, i’m english.”
because, you know, the english are famed the world over for their total lack of self-restraint! those crazy brit bastards!
cheers, k.
a wee bit tired, a good bit happy
well, hello. it’s been a few days. how’ve you been? please let me know. i’ve been good. marnix was here for five days, we did many fun and exciting things, and much sitting around and talking and laughing, and eating of good food. we threw a little party for his birthday on saturday night, and he left today. i cried a little in the car in the airport parking lot. an attendant knocked on my window and asked me if i was okay. i guess i am.
genevieve and i went to the diner and spent a long time talking about parents tonight. it made me think of what chris said about his father being sick, and the vulnerability that comes along with a child’s reaction to their parent’s mortality. because, you know, there’s that point in your teens or so, when you realize that you’re as tall as your parents and they no longer look like icons or deities, whose words make or break your world. you start to disagree with them. you start to form your own identity, and suddenly they become just people. people you love. and yet, when something happens to them, there’s almost a complete regression and suddenly you’re five again and want to demand divine justification for the mortality of seemingly divine, limitless beings.
families really are so complicated, when you think about it. i mean, who else do you love so much, and who else can you hurt as much? can you even count the hours we sit around and talk about our families? we spend the rest of our lives sorting out the burdens and blessings that family has contributed to who we’ve become.
that’s my thought. also, after my whirlwind of visitors, all of them lovely, my little room has suddenly become very lonely. cheer me up, tell me a bedtime story.
cheers, k
snow
well, it’s snowing here in rhode island. is it snowing there in new york?
it’d better not. or any time this week. weather, heed my warnings.
oh, and happy saint patrick’s day. my parents and i went out to cafe paragon (yumm) last night and my father spilt his whiskey all over the table. we thought it an appropriate, if accidental, gesture. you know what they say – god invented beer so that the irish wouldn’t take over the world.
and thanks for the comments, guys. keep it up. you shall be rewarded.
cheers, k.
Stop The Presses
oh my god, i figured out the comments thing. holy christ, and it’s only 9 in the morning.
okay, i’m going to go conquer the world now. you were right, luke, i figured it out on my own. and i ROCK.
that is all.
cheers, k.
late night, crazy frenchman
up way too late last night, talking to a certain frenchman. things we talked about: high school, sex, goat’s heads, books, werewolves, bad habits, naked photo shoots, more sex, html, how mean he is, html, the werewolves again, whiny girls, misty brock (don’t ask) and sex.
hilarious quotes from the evening:
“look, there’s a little kitty! I think it’s a werewolf.” – matt, on san marcos nocturnal wildlife.
“one night, i stood out here and counted all the cars i could see. there were 53.” -matt, indirectly explaining why he has no life to speak of.
going to rhode island this afternoon, until tuesday, to pass the time and do some laundry and eat some chicken pie. i’ll save a piece for ya.
and tuesday? *happy happy happy happy* marnix’s flight arrives at 9pm on virgin from london to jfk. *happy happy happy.*
cheers, k.
