Current status:
Feel- Putting the moves on!

Much as I hate to do it, I'm probably going to stop posting here. I don't like pop-ups, and I don't like random crap on my tagboard that I can't delete.

So uhm.

Yeah. I'll figure something out?

-K

I got A's in my classes, so my GPA is 3.5 now, so...I'm feeling pretty awesome about myself for once.

My first instinct is to run to mom and dance around in a celebratory fashion, but she's sleeping right now while I keep an ear open for the boys.

The work continues on Russ and Leslie's house. The foundation has been poured, and the house now has a skellington. There has been talk of a roof!

Wyatt's crazy baby language is developing, and he's started mimicking us. Eerie!

Also: Go hug a Mexican and tell them HAPPY CINCO DE MAYO! I want you to say it like you mean it, people! With your Caps Lock on!

-K

But there's really no pressure. Twenty-two is not a big deal, and I plan to sit around watching movies with family anyhow.

Honestly, Leslie's birthday (the seventh) is a bigger deal than mine. She's "celebrating the one-year anniversary of her twenty-ninth birthday" which is her round-about way of saying "thirty".

Also, I have something in my eye, and nothing else to say.

-K

Dear M. Stype,

Your voice and music are awesome, and I love you, even though your chin is really weird.

Love and kisses,

K-Stan <3

Sometimes my mom walks by my room, and she is talking, and I can't tell if she's talking to me or not because I am having a jam session with myself with my headphones on. She even looks at me as she walks down the hallway, but she doesn't stop or repeat herself. And sometimes she walks part way into my room when she's on the phone, and I start to lean towards her to reach for the phone, thinking the call is for me. Then she walks out of the room.

My mother is a mistress of communication fake-outs.

I'm not sure if I'm liking Catch-22 or not. Everyone has a weird way of talking, and everyone is crazy, apparently. Maybe things will make more sense once I get past chapter three?

-K

Question: What do you get when you pee in the bushes instead of going inside to do it like your Aunt Kyrstan tells you?

Answer: a tick on your balls.

DUDE.

You should have listened.

Wtf, McKinley. You need to pay attention to me when I tell you not to do things, like, say, peeing in the bushes instead of going inside where there aren't any ticks.

Man. Today was so boring, and then so very weird.

-K

Old-fashioned swimsuits? Yes!

Iceland in August with Ashleigh instead of England?

YES!

I'm sorry we won't get to stay with the brokeback profs, though.

PS: I have walked through the valley of the shadow of apple streusel, and it was a delicious valley to walk through.

Needed milk, though.

-K

Dinner with Megan and Melissa last night to celebrate the end of the semester for me. I'll be going back to TCC on Thursday to pick up my paintings, but other than that, I'm done, and I'm confident that I've passed.

Mom has sort of talked me into taking the semester off, so if I don't go to England with Ashleigh, I plan to go to California (ticket prices permitting) and visit H and J, and then maybe I'll wander up north to see people there.

The house smells buttery-sweet and a little salty. It's pretty awesome. Dinner should be interesting.

Russ and Leslie are picking colors for carpets and paint. The foundation has been poured, and the frame is going up. Russ says six weeks, and they'll start moving in.

It seems like, the older I get, the faster I lose time.

-K

Slowly filling it all up, as promised.

Math final today.

Did well in art, which was no surprise, despite the moments of sticky-paint-panic.

This has been an insanely swift semester for me. It probably has to do with the fact that I was unconscious for largish sections of it.

Mom's eyepatch kind of went to her head for a while there, but at least she's recovered from the surgery.

Wyatt has started to attempt saying my name. We know he's saying my name because he throws gang signs at me when he says it. It is truly an exciting experience, deciphering the language of infants.

Dear Blayne,

Sorry I haven't been online like I said in my message, but I have been busy sleeping and doing math-ish things and childcare.

-K

Had my first actual gyno-mite appointment today. The other one doesn't really count, since all I did was talk to Dr. McKalpine and schedule this one.

So yeah. Today kind of sucked. Especially since I had to wait around for a whole hour before I subjected myself to The Probing. I swear, if any aliens show up it will be hit first, ask questions later.

Progress was made on my art final today, which is nice since I ditched class in favor of feeling traumatized and surly. I have all of my art supplies from school, too, which I brought home on Monday. I'll gesso tonight and paint tomorrow, and be done with it in time for class on Thursday...provided everything dries.

-K