a few random bits of information conveyed in the third person.
1. krissa is still happy about the job (see prior post, you people that haven’t checked in a while. for shame.)
2. krissa is getting less sick. although she still has this hacking cough that makes herlook like she has TB. eww.
3. krissa went on a very unsuccessful apartment reconaissance tonight.
4. krissa saw brandon tonight, whom she hasn’t seen in ages.
5. krissa has many miles of french homework that must get accomplished before she graduates.
6. krissa hasn’t heard from certain people in a while. macnab, karim, lynam, stefania, she’s looking at you.
7. krissa saw: a picture of her frenchman’s new car. here it is. although, nothing will ever replace the beast.
8. krissa misses all of you, each and every one of you. when are you all coming home?
9. krissa is very tired.

peter told me this story, and i liked it. i think peter’s quite a good story teller, don’t you?
November 14th stuck his head out for a peak. He looked around. He was in a bit of a fog. It had been long time since it was last his turn to take charge. The other dates egged him on, and finally he started to gain courage. Courageous or not, he knew that he really had no choice in the matter. It was going to be midnight in a few minutes and he was obligated to take his turn. No one had ever gotten skipped save for February 29th, and everyone knew the story about him…
February 29th was the son of one of the prestigious families of dates. July, a long and beautiful month, married December before the year 1000. For some time it was rumored that July was barren, but to the surprise of many, she became pregnant and had one child. There was no apparent place for him in the calendar, but after some discussion and deal-making, it was decided that it would be alright if he were named February 29th and would only come around every four years. This was, of course, special treatment, and all the other dates made note of this. Dates, you should know, have a long memory. February 29th is still not friends with most of the dates and spends most of his time with the months. He tried to be friendly in the beginning, but only received cold responses. So now, some say he’s a snob, but what is he to do? No one asks to be born.
So, as the last seconds ticked away, November 13th surveyed the situation for one last time and sighed while smiling. He then looked over to 14th and said “It’s all you!” November 14th was on. He always felt silly about being nervous once he was already doing it. It was like stage fright – very jittery in the last few minutes before the show, but on stage, it felt great. 14th started to feel good. He hadn’t been this jazzed in decades. He wasn’t quite sure why, but some years were better than others.
Often he felt that he had been dealt an uninteresting name. He wasn’t the envious type, but some dates just seemed cooler. April 1st was always the funny one. In fact, all the firsts were interesting. January 1st being the queen of the “firsts clique”. At parties she was always the center of attention.
And the day went well and the 14th was happy. So much so, that he was a bit sad when the 15th nudged him. He looked over at her and he knew that it was time. Time to lay low for another year, until next autumn, when it would happen all over again.
thanks, peter.

Internal Wars
TO: All Operations
FROM: Brain
RE: Scheduled Total and Complete Breakdown of Krissa C., (hereinforth referred to as Host)
4.26.02
The Brain wishes to notify members of The Body of the upcoming breakdown, and request their full and total participation. Effective immediately are the following stipulations -
With the Throat, we’re going for a “difficult to swallow due to phlegm” theme. Glands, swell to twice your normal size and become irritated and sore. Nose, a few days after Throat your work commences. No breathing out of left nostril for at least 48 hours. Eyes, raise the levels of swelled irritation to Nearly-Shut status. Skin, as itchy as you can manage without poison ivy would be appropriate.
All this is aimed to aggressively force The Host to eat, sleep, and function according to schedule. It should also make her sneeze a lot, and give her some perspective on the highly important role that we, Body, play in her life. Thank you for your continued cooperation – please consult my administrative assistant, Edna, with any further concerns you have, or for a written contract explaining your duties in this Operation.
Thank you, The Brain.
TO: Brain
FROM: Krissa (Host)
RE: You SUCK.
4.28.02
Brain -
I appreciate your thoughfulness in delaying your Operation Total Breakdown until the weekend. I understand the demands you and your cohorts are making and I have done my best to comply. I hope you’re enjoying the antibiotics. HOWEVER. Making me lose my balance every time I stand up and turning my skin a greenish color? I think you’re crossing the line from cautionary to spiteful. Please consult the appropriate parties and make the pranks stop.
Irritated,
Krissa.
TO: Host
FROM: Brain
RE: Stick it in your ear.
4.28.02
Host – quit your bitching. and thanks for the drugs. feed us more, or we’ll give you a mustache.
Brain.
Moral of this story: I am sick to the point of delusion.

cue mary tyler moore show theme music…
well, well well. I have some good news, peoples. some very good news indeed. as many of you know, I have been fretting and pulling my hair and generally bemoaning my total lack of patience for the past month, since my editor here at work told me that Miranda, the Associate Editor, was leaving for Elle, and that they wanted to consider me as a candidate for the job.
Well, you’re now reading the humble blog of the new Associate Editor of Magazine-of-Employment, full-time gainfully employed as of June 3, 2002, a sleek 10 days after graduation. (this is the part where krissa does a little happy snoopy dance in her head – note to self: must look cool in front of future coworkers, cannot actually do snoopy happy dance at office.)
Let me point out a few reasons why this is good news:
1. my parents can stop having daily heart attacks.
2. erin won’t have to burn my boss’s house down.
3. free photography books!
4. i will make all attempts to shamelessly promote my photographer friends.. okay, just victoria.
5. mark will have someone to hang out with in nyc this summer (you know that’s why you’re happy, mark.)
6. i will be able to pay back: payan, genevieve, beth, and mark.
7. you will all have a flat to crash at when you find yourself in the big apple.
8. i will be employed. DUH.
so use liberally of the comment option and tell me how much i rock like bon jovi!
cheers, cheers, CHEERS!
K.

reflective photography (or, narcissism)
got another picture of mine posted onto MirrorProject. Check it out!

a month of sundays
it’s been a month since m left. sundays are always the day i remember him here. funny, because sunday wasn’t even our best day together, but it was his birthday, and it was the day i realized that this had just been a vacation, a departure from reality, a sliver in time – not the real thing. the first sunday after he left, when all the dust had settled – genie and i had gotten back from RI, work had gone really well, school was about to start again – that was the first time i realized he had really come and gone, that something i was so looking forward to was over, and that there’s no way to predict the next chapter in my life or in our friendship, so i essentially have nothing to look forward to. i have a big blank slate, and in many ways that’s exciting and thrilling, but it’s also difficult to make a chalk mark on it.
so, yeah. it’s been a month. and in a month, i will have completed my last day of college. i will be gearing up for the next phase, or flooding my engine with nowhere to go but home. either way – i feel like i’m in the middle of two long months of sundays.
cheers, k.

good night
well, after the chaos of this week and my emotional crying fit during my lunch break (more on that some other day) i had a truly relaxing and lovely evening. i had to walk to my car from the train during a freak storm that got my favorite shoes all wet – i took it in stride, removing the shoes and walking barefoot down the sidewalk. got home, changed, went to jesse chehak’s opening at a*space. met a nice guy there, a relative of jesse’s – robin. some actor in the city. for you h-town people, he went to northwestern and was friends with good ole’ lee overtree! how cool was that. then bither-bee and i met up, went to the library to rent a movie and take it to her house to make accompanying brownies. who should we find there but the ever-svelte vika, who joined us – we had a wonderful girlie night making brownies and watching meet the parents.
what a wonderful night. i’m ready for bed after a long day work – aahhhhhhh.
what did you do with your friday night?
cheers, k.
p.s. HEY! it’s 4.20! hee hee. last year, i got stoned with bither-bee, j-dill and chase, and we went to see croc dundee 3. josh, you still owe me for that movie ticket, and two unredeemable hours of my life.

i swear he was straight
so, i went out with the brits again tonight, right? and there’s this one, mike, and he’s completely gorgeous, and i went into ‘killer’ mode – black dress, red lipstick, sexy sandals – and he’s GAY. the straightest gay guy i’ve ever met, and a total flirt to boot. so here i am, getting drunk with him, and only to find out he’s gay.
so much for my spring fling. perhaps i’ve had my lion’s share of lovely men with british accents, but *still*. never too much of a good thing, no?
cheers,
k.

a useless list, because my brain is a fried egg.
these are some things i hate:
hot weather. clothing. going to class. the entire french language. the price of cigarettes. gym. hot sheets on the bed. blisters. fish. alarm clocks. bumble bees. regular bees. every species of bug. long hair. the zit on my nose. root beer. any beer. the bruise on my big toe. lukewarm water. new york city. pavement. sticky car seats.
these are some things i love, and can’t have right now, which puts me in a foul mood:
queso at magnolias (in austin). austin in general. erin and matt. ice in the freezer. air conditioning. a convertible. a nice frosty margarita. money (when you don’t have it, you love it.) a dog. short hair. pop-sicles. a pair of shorts. a trip to alaska. a boy in london. more erin (can’t ever have enough erin). a big barbeque with all of my friends from all over the world. some more ice in the freezer, and a clean pair of sheets.
some things i love, which i do have, which makes it somewhat worthwhile:
bither-bee (beth). j-dill (josh). the svelte vika and the sweet viva, especially in tandem. jakob the mongol. marky mark. my camera. my fan. a private room with a bed under the window. a porch. half a pack of smokes. dinner with friends. a cool job, at least for a while. emails. water. strawberries.
*sigh* what are some things you hate? commiserate with me.
cheers, k.

t.s. elliott said that april was the cruellest month. fuck you, t.s. elliott
it’s hot. it’s freaking hot. it peaked at 100 degrees here in new york at about 2 in the afternoon. the humidity was 95%. i was sweaty and hot all day. i’m fast running out of money, and i keep eating ridiculous things like english muffins and calling it lunch. i am, in short, miserable. there were a few highlights to the day – playing squash with the svelte vika and accidently kneeing mark in the groin during a wrestling match, meeting up with the brits at spinning wheel and listening to mike singing baseball songs with a birmingham accent. but for the most part, i am a miserable little girl.
so tell me something to make me smile, ehh?
cheers,
k.