Okay, I moved to the city to "find myself" and all that crap, but really I've just gotten lost in the big process that college has become. (Please note: this is not a long, bitching rant, just give me a second to set this up).
These recent years, I was too preoccupied getting through life to spend time living it. What I wanted was pushed aside to make room for what I had to do.
I don't like school. I never have. I don't care about grades, as long as I pass. Is that seriously the way one should tackle a $140,000 education? I have become jaded and view this opportunity as a burden. It's so sad. The saddest part is that the hatred I feel towards school consumes me, and makes me miss out on the good things. I have been so busy hating classes and papers and presentations that I have forgotten what I enjoy, and what is at the core of me.
I love working with my hands, and fixing things. I love roofing houses, manual labor, and building things. I'm very hands on; if something is broken, I have to fix it. I am not okay with a lopsided coffee table or a squeaky door. I like demolition and construction.
Examples:
When I was 7 and my brother was 10, he got a tool bench for Christmas and I got an E-Z Bake Oven. He was the one making brownies, and I was the one going at a 2x4 with a hacksaw.
In sixth grade, I helped roof my godparents house. The following summer, I was 13 and I laid and nailed the shingles on the majority of my parent's house. That Christmas, I put a pneumatic nailer on my Christmas list. I got a cordless drill.
I fix things my guy friends can't fix in their apartments (door jams, furniture, faucets, appliances) and they look at me dumbfounded. Yes, I realize I am not normal, and you're welcome.
Point is, I love to work with my hands and fix things. My parents always thought I would be an engineer because I loved to change the way things worked, after figuring out how they worked in the first place. (Too bad engineering = math).
Also, most little girls love ponies and puppies and kitties and bunnies, et cetera. I never grew out of that. I love, love, love to be around animals, to take care of them. I need more of that.
Lastly, I miss mattering. In my life, nobody depends on me. It doesn't really matter if I show up at work; tourists will still eat pizza and the world will keep going 'round. It doesn't matter if I go to class or turn in a paper; the world will not be changed either way. If I were to stop shopping and eating out, those stores and restaurants would still function without my business. I am doing nothing for the betterment of the world, and I think that that is the most frustrating aspect of my current life: I am stuck in this college situation because of the financial investment already made, but have no motivation to do well because it doesn't mean anything. I am not helping anybody. I am not changing the world. I am not even changing myself, just losing the things that I used to define myself by.
The most "hands-on" I get these days is turning on my laptop, and filling my cat's food dish just isn't all that fulfilling. I need to mean something, to have a purpose, and to have something to wake up for in the morning.
loving reflection,
amk
Me: "My grandpa used to blame his farts on a spider in the room."
Eric: "The Jamaican Barking Spider?!?!?!"
Me: "Yeah!"
Nital: (under her breath) "It's a white people thing. It's a white people thing. It's a white people thing."
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Friday, November 14, 2008
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
I WANT YOU
TO GET SERIOUS ABOUT FINDING A CAMP.
We will always have excuses to not go for it and try. But whether we're in school, finishing up with school, trying to find a job, student teaching, working an internship, trying to have babies, raising babies, in debt, out of debt, barely getting by or making it on your own, there will always be something we can blame for not trying.
I know the economy isn't looking too pretty right now, but when would it ever be simple to find $1.7 million?
I know we're separated and living across borders, but we all have the same goal.
The world is not as big and cruel as we imagine it to be. More importantly, we are not as small and helpless as we think. Individually I am one girl who spent one amazing summer working with kids. Together we are a band of renegades trying to help the world, one youth at a time.
We are not asking for handouts, we are asking for a means through which we can invest in the youth of this nation.
I want to try. I am 21 and I am broke and I work 40 hours a week on top of 18 hours at school during my senior year. But I don't want to wait any longer. I want to start now. We should start now.
Two years ago, I learned that I loved working with kids at summer camp. I'm positive all of you do, too. So let's keep going. Let's stop reminiscing about those wonderful days when the world was right but the boss was wrong. Let's create new summers. Let's do it our way. Let's start from the bottom and work our way up. We already have somebody who we all believe in, who has inspired us to find our happiest, most productive selves, and who is the foundation for all relationships in this community. We have our hero. He has his staff. We need our camp.
Let's get a move on.
I know starting from scratch is intimidating, but we don't really have any other options. People aren't just handing out camps. So here we go:
Step One: We need to create a contacts list of anybody who could help us in this venture. I mean ANYBODY. If you know somebody who has experience with/works in fundraising, non-profits, real estate, organizations for youth, publishing, academic administration, PR, marketing, local/national radio and TV, event coordination, printing--- essentially anybody who you could call and ask for a favor, I want their name, number, email, and company. The bigger our contacts list, the better. Each of you should be able to think of AT LEAST 5 people you know who would want to help you out with this. If you can't, think harder. These people don't have to be close friends or bigwigs (maybe just a local journalist or business owner)- just people who could lend a favor if we need it. People are more willing to help than we give them credit for, we just have to find the right way to appeal to them.
I want all of you to RACK YOUR BRAINS for people we can add. For each contact, I want:
1. Name
2. Company/Job
3. Phone Number
4. E-mail
5. What they could do for us
6. How you know/know of this person
The contacts list won't be made public, so don't worry about information getting spread unprofessionally. I will compile a list and share it as needed. I've created a secure blog so that we can have discussions and brainstorming sessions, and will add you to the list of approved readers when I receive your email of contacts.
Send all contact list entries to CampRenegade@gmail.com.
Our next step is to identify ourselves as an organization (or anything- a club, a society, try to gain non-profit status- whatever) so we can do some strong public outreach. So start thinking about what we should be, and what we should be called. We need an identity before we send out any media.
IN CONCLUSION: We want to change the world. We can't do it alone. Let's make a list of all the people who could potentially help us. With anything.
Here goes nothing,
amk
"Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has."
-Margaret Mead/our mantra during these first few days
Drum roll please.... MORE UPDATES!
Oh, I know you aren't interested in my life or my updates, but I don't really have time to waste thinking about all that other trivial crap I used to post about. So let me update you, and then get down to business.
1. The Musks were recently (and very briefly) reunited in Chicago for one night. Went to Wrigleyville for dranks in dresses. (Notice how blue MLA's eyes are- aren't they b-e-a-utiful?!?!?)
2. Then George and I went to Greenwich, CT/NYC. We decided to take photos like Indians on vacation. This is us in front of the reflection pond in Central Park. (And then there we are being American again).
3. And then I went to South Carolina to see Clayton. I went out to lunch with some southern girls to a "meat and three" and learned quite a bit. First of all, a meat and three is where you go and pick a meat (country fried steak, chicken fried steak, steak fried steak, steak fried chicken, chicken fried chicken, or meatloaf), and then you pick three sides (mac and cheese, green beans, fried okra, kidney beans, sweet peas, mashed potatoes, squash casserole, etc... you get the picture) and then you choose a biscuit or cornbread. (BTW, if you can put it [any kind of food] on a biscuit, they will eat it). So anyways, I chose meatloaf, and got a, "Oh, I bet you've never had meatloaf before! Have you ever heard of it?" Umm.. yes. Then I asked what rice and gravy was (this was a side option). "Well, rice is like a short white grain... do you know what rice is?" Umm... yes. "Okay, and gravy is like, thick brown sauce you put on meat-" "Yeah, I know what that is... so, you just put gravy on rice?" "Yeah! Y'all don't have that up there?" ...no. ALSO- at the football game at this PUBLIC university, a prayer was said before kickoff. Here it is, as I wrote it down in my phone. "Dear Heavenly Father, may your creativity and originality shine through our offense. May your strength and swiftness shine through our defense. And may your team spirit and pride shine through our fans. In Jesus' name we pray. Amen." SERIOUSLY? Had I known that God has a sense of team spirit and pride, I totally would have been on his side all this time. I had no idea. Anyways, to give those southerners a little credit, they were chuckling at the prayer. It was outrageous. Thought it was a prank. But nope, just a prayer. Other than that, South Carolina was lovely. It was still hot and sunny but nice and cool at night. Clay is coming to meet my parents in three weeks. He's staying for a week over my birthday weekend. Should be fun to see how he reacts to them. Once he called and I was sitting on our back patio with my brother and parents, drinking wine and smoking hookah, and when I told him that he was almost offended that parents would behave that way. Can't wait til he gets a good dose of Linda Kelly. Going to be entertaining as hell. Anyhow, some pictures of the boy who won the contest.
That about does it for me. I am housing four people this weekend for three nights- they're all running the Chicago Marathon. One is a friend of mine, Josh, two of his siblings, and one of his buddies. It'll be interesting. I'm really excited.
loving chi,
amk
"You're so weird. You do such weird things. Why can't you just be normal? People stop and stare at you because you're so weird."
-Clayton
1. The Musks were recently (and very briefly) reunited in Chicago for one night. Went to Wrigleyville for dranks in dresses. (Notice how blue MLA's eyes are- aren't they b-e-a-utiful?!?!?)
2. Then George and I went to Greenwich, CT/NYC. We decided to take photos like Indians on vacation. This is us in front of the reflection pond in Central Park. (And then there we are being American again).
3. And then I went to South Carolina to see Clayton. I went out to lunch with some southern girls to a "meat and three" and learned quite a bit. First of all, a meat and three is where you go and pick a meat (country fried steak, chicken fried steak, steak fried steak, steak fried chicken, chicken fried chicken, or meatloaf), and then you pick three sides (mac and cheese, green beans, fried okra, kidney beans, sweet peas, mashed potatoes, squash casserole, etc... you get the picture) and then you choose a biscuit or cornbread. (BTW, if you can put it [any kind of food] on a biscuit, they will eat it). So anyways, I chose meatloaf, and got a, "Oh, I bet you've never had meatloaf before! Have you ever heard of it?" Umm.. yes. Then I asked what rice and gravy was (this was a side option). "Well, rice is like a short white grain... do you know what rice is?" Umm... yes. "Okay, and gravy is like, thick brown sauce you put on meat-" "Yeah, I know what that is... so, you just put gravy on rice?" "Yeah! Y'all don't have that up there?" ...no. ALSO- at the football game at this PUBLIC university, a prayer was said before kickoff. Here it is, as I wrote it down in my phone. "Dear Heavenly Father, may your creativity and originality shine through our offense. May your strength and swiftness shine through our defense. And may your team spirit and pride shine through our fans. In Jesus' name we pray. Amen." SERIOUSLY? Had I known that God has a sense of team spirit and pride, I totally would have been on his side all this time. I had no idea. Anyways, to give those southerners a little credit, they were chuckling at the prayer. It was outrageous. Thought it was a prank. But nope, just a prayer. Other than that, South Carolina was lovely. It was still hot and sunny but nice and cool at night. Clay is coming to meet my parents in three weeks. He's staying for a week over my birthday weekend. Should be fun to see how he reacts to them. Once he called and I was sitting on our back patio with my brother and parents, drinking wine and smoking hookah, and when I told him that he was almost offended that parents would behave that way. Can't wait til he gets a good dose of Linda Kelly. Going to be entertaining as hell. Anyhow, some pictures of the boy who won the contest.
That about does it for me. I am housing four people this weekend for three nights- they're all running the Chicago Marathon. One is a friend of mine, Josh, two of his siblings, and one of his buddies. It'll be interesting. I'm really excited.
loving chi,
amk
"You're so weird. You do such weird things. Why can't you just be normal? People stop and stare at you because you're so weird."
-Clayton
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
More Updates
1. Still loving iPhone
2. Wake up most mornings and read The Paladin from said iPhone while still warm and cozy in bed.
3. Love aviators. so badass.
4. Love fall weather. Love scarves and boots, but not actually being cold.
5. Miss musks. Senior year is much busier than i had imagined.
6. I turned into one of those, "I'm taking a full course load at school and working 40 hours a week, so I'm sorry but I don't have time to hang out with you, my dear frend," kind of college students. Not happy about it. Reminiscing about freshmen year. no job. no bills. nothing but bitches and money. that was the life.
7. Wrote a paper in 1 hour 50 minutes. Friend wrote paper for the same class- took him 10 hours. Dying to see the grade difference.
8. Whipped up a homemade body scrub today, just for kicks. 1 banana, 1 cup sugar, drop vanilla extract, leaves from one green tea bag. Mash. Rub all over body in the shower (use some elbow grease!). Rinse off. Relish in your soft skin allll day.
9. Currently sitting in the middle of the busy cafeteria alone at a table- hair is in bun on top of my head help in place with a neon green mechanic pencil. I look like a cross between the mean asian chick on Rush Hour and an Olsen twin c. 1997.
10. GOING TO SOUTH CAROLINA IN 15 HOURS! Leave at 3pm, spending four days with Clayton. Coming home on Monday to a week filled with midterms and presentations that I obviously won't have prepared for because I'll be busy getting drunk with boyfriend.
11. Pictures of said trip to follow.
love you all, artichokians.
loving chi,
amk
"Oh God, I just bit my shirt right on the armpit and accidentally ate deodorant. Gah ugh blah ughhhh... Oh no, I look like a cat who just ate something they didn't realize they don't like, don't I?" -Clayton
Thursday, September 11, 2008
FINE. UPDATE.
Wow, lots of things to say and tell you (Emily, my sole reader) about.
Current Living Situation: My new apartment is, well, I'll just call it charming. It has lots of character. Eventually I will take pictures and post them, as I am too lazy to describe it to you. My roommate is now Nital (who I lived with the first two years of college, as well), so we came into Loyola together, as blind roommates, and we'll leave very close friends. Those are the kinds of things you hear older cousins and parents telling you about- the lifelong friends you make in college and at jobs, but you don't realize those people are happening to you while you're living in that moment. But I've realized it, and I'm glad for it.
Anyways, we have a two bedroom, one bathroom third-floor walk-up apartment with really great light (weird that I notice things like that, but seriously- the place glows), and a cute little dining room off the living room where I sit and do all my great thinking (i.e. homework). Milo loves sitting in the windows, and watching the children in the playground right next to our building.
The Neighborhood: And on that topic- we live right next to a Waldorf school- I don't know exactly what a Waldorf school is, but I do know what at 8am in the morning, Monday through Friday, when parents drop off their preschoolers and the children become upset (throwing tantrums/crying/screaming/wailing), the teachers do not comfort them. In fact, they ignore them. On several occasions, after literally a full hour of a child having a fit, waking me up a little too early, and keeping me awake, I have wanted to stick my head out my window and yell something along the lines of, "*&*^(& ()*(&^)( it! Somebody *^&%@# talk to that ^%*!!# kid! Can't you ^&%#!$% see that he's *^%$^&% upset and that ignoring him may not be the best **&%&$#@# solution?" As of yet, I have refrained. It is hard to do homework at home during the day, because the kids are very loud and it seems like they are ALWAYS on recess. Nital and I have a running joke about how many fucking recesses these kids get a day. They are NEVER inside. They just play in the sand and flip around the jungle gym. And scream, a lot.
Technology: In other news, I believe it was about 17 months ago when I made a post about Steve Jobs keynote and the revealing of the iPhone, and how I claimed I would save up and buy one when they came out. Well, it is September of 2008, and I finally have one. George's aunt had one, and wanted the new 3G, so she said I could have her old one. It came by UPS on tuesday and I haven't stopped playing with it since. Okay, I knew they were cool before, I'd played with them at the Apple store and seen the demos- but you seriously cannot understand the awesomeness that is the iPhone until you have one to play with for a few hours without interruption. It is absolutely the most amazing gadget on the planet. The only things they could add to it to make it even cooler would be a camera so you could video chat from the iPhone, or a glucose meter for diabetics. Then, it would seriously be the end all to gadgetry. There would be no other need for any mobile device. The only times I've been on my computer since Tuesday were to type something for class. The iPhone is fucking spectacular, and all it took to add it to my plan was my original sim card and $20/month for the internet service and 200 text messages (so, I already pay $15 extra/month for my texting plan, but can get rid of that because of the new iPhone package- which means that I upgraded to the iPhone and only pay $5 more/month).
Back to the Neighborhood: Enough about that. The kids are at recess right now (obviously) and I just heard a bunch of them yelling, "Everybody was doing it! Everybody was doing it!" and then one, lone voice yell above them all, "Everybody was kung fu fighting!" These kids are about 9, so where they are picking up old crap like that is beyond me, but very entertaining at the same time.
Work and School: I am taking 18 hours at Loyola and working 35-40 hours a week at CPK. I'm putting 100 times the effort into school than I have in the past three years because I would really like to 4.0 this semester- I never have because I've never really cared about perfect grades, but I'd like to, just once, in order to restore the academic faith my parents once had in me. With 18 credits and full time at the restaurant, I rarely see my friends or do normal college kid things. I am in bed by 10:30 and up at 7am on most days. I have class Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and then normally work doubles on Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and Monday. Sometimes I don't have to work doubles on Friday, but I'm so tired on those days I don't take advantage of my time off and I just go home and nap. I am finally at the point in my job where I can tell my managers what I am going to do, rather than asking, (also, I don't know if I've updated you on this, but I am now a bartender) and have began doing homework during the dead hours at work. I'll stand behind the bar and read, or just sit down at a table with a cup of coffee and get through as much as I can. My managers don't mind- two out of the three are really laid back and like me a lot, and the third is a wackjob going through a mid-life crisis, so he's vulnerable and I take advantage of that.
***A few weeks ago I got a package in the mail, but had no idea who had sent it. I opened it up, and it was a diamond ring. I noticed it was from Overstock.com, and realized that it was probably sent by my grandma, who is obsessed with the site. I called her, and she said, "Yes, it's fake, but I heard you are a bartender and you should wear that to make sure men don't hit on you!" It's actually a very pretty ring, and it made Nital give funny looks to her boyfriend, whom she is trying to convince that they should be married before the age of 24. I wear it at work, simply because I can and because I think it's pretty. I've only been hit on once since working there, and it was by a guy who was the most cliche nerd you can imagine. I just know that at age 23, his bedroom walls are plastered with Star Wars posters and his closets are stocked with NIB action figures.
"Ali, I have to ask, is that ring real, and if it isn't, my next question is: What are you doing tonight?"
Love life: I have one. That is all you need to know. I am going to South Carolina to see him in two weeks. He'll be back here for Halloween weekend for my birthday and to meet my parents.
Travels: George and I bought tickets to go see my Aunt Theresa and stay at her Inn in Greenwich, Connecticut. We've been talking about taking this trip for about three years, so the fact that we finally get to go is really, really exciting. I can't wait for him to see the place and meet my Aunt Theresa- she is quite the east coast moneybags character. Loves her to death. She calls me, "Babe," and wears Gucci and Manolos. She's very hip. Actually, I only knew her when I was younger, probably up until I was 5 or 6, and then didn't see her again until I was 18, but before I met her, my mom said that I am very much like her. But anyways- George and I are going into the city with the main goal of finding the camera crew for Gossip Girl (well, that's my main goal) and watching them film for a little bit. He has some friends in the city who we'll hook up with, and we have also planned a trip to Canal Street. Other than that, plans include sitting on the porch of the Inn, dressed like east coasters, drinking French 75's and hand-squeezed Cosmos. The barman, Astley, makes the best drinks I have ever tasted, and I can't wait to get back to that man.
Sorry I was boring. You asked for an update.
loving Chicago,
amk
"Phone Mail Safari iPod"
-the bottom menu of my iPhone!!
Current Living Situation: My new apartment is, well, I'll just call it charming. It has lots of character. Eventually I will take pictures and post them, as I am too lazy to describe it to you. My roommate is now Nital (who I lived with the first two years of college, as well), so we came into Loyola together, as blind roommates, and we'll leave very close friends. Those are the kinds of things you hear older cousins and parents telling you about- the lifelong friends you make in college and at jobs, but you don't realize those people are happening to you while you're living in that moment. But I've realized it, and I'm glad for it.
Anyways, we have a two bedroom, one bathroom third-floor walk-up apartment with really great light (weird that I notice things like that, but seriously- the place glows), and a cute little dining room off the living room where I sit and do all my great thinking (i.e. homework). Milo loves sitting in the windows, and watching the children in the playground right next to our building.
The Neighborhood: And on that topic- we live right next to a Waldorf school- I don't know exactly what a Waldorf school is, but I do know what at 8am in the morning, Monday through Friday, when parents drop off their preschoolers and the children become upset (throwing tantrums/crying/screaming/wailing), the teachers do not comfort them. In fact, they ignore them. On several occasions, after literally a full hour of a child having a fit, waking me up a little too early, and keeping me awake, I have wanted to stick my head out my window and yell something along the lines of, "*&*^(& ()*(&^)( it! Somebody *^&%@# talk to that ^%*!!# kid! Can't you ^&%#!$% see that he's *^%$^&% upset and that ignoring him may not be the best **&%&$#@# solution?" As of yet, I have refrained. It is hard to do homework at home during the day, because the kids are very loud and it seems like they are ALWAYS on recess. Nital and I have a running joke about how many fucking recesses these kids get a day. They are NEVER inside. They just play in the sand and flip around the jungle gym. And scream, a lot.
Technology: In other news, I believe it was about 17 months ago when I made a post about Steve Jobs keynote and the revealing of the iPhone, and how I claimed I would save up and buy one when they came out. Well, it is September of 2008, and I finally have one. George's aunt had one, and wanted the new 3G, so she said I could have her old one. It came by UPS on tuesday and I haven't stopped playing with it since. Okay, I knew they were cool before, I'd played with them at the Apple store and seen the demos- but you seriously cannot understand the awesomeness that is the iPhone until you have one to play with for a few hours without interruption. It is absolutely the most amazing gadget on the planet. The only things they could add to it to make it even cooler would be a camera so you could video chat from the iPhone, or a glucose meter for diabetics. Then, it would seriously be the end all to gadgetry. There would be no other need for any mobile device. The only times I've been on my computer since Tuesday were to type something for class. The iPhone is fucking spectacular, and all it took to add it to my plan was my original sim card and $20/month for the internet service and 200 text messages (so, I already pay $15 extra/month for my texting plan, but can get rid of that because of the new iPhone package- which means that I upgraded to the iPhone and only pay $5 more/month).
Back to the Neighborhood: Enough about that. The kids are at recess right now (obviously) and I just heard a bunch of them yelling, "Everybody was doing it! Everybody was doing it!" and then one, lone voice yell above them all, "Everybody was kung fu fighting!" These kids are about 9, so where they are picking up old crap like that is beyond me, but very entertaining at the same time.
Work and School: I am taking 18 hours at Loyola and working 35-40 hours a week at CPK. I'm putting 100 times the effort into school than I have in the past three years because I would really like to 4.0 this semester- I never have because I've never really cared about perfect grades, but I'd like to, just once, in order to restore the academic faith my parents once had in me. With 18 credits and full time at the restaurant, I rarely see my friends or do normal college kid things. I am in bed by 10:30 and up at 7am on most days. I have class Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and then normally work doubles on Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and Monday. Sometimes I don't have to work doubles on Friday, but I'm so tired on those days I don't take advantage of my time off and I just go home and nap. I am finally at the point in my job where I can tell my managers what I am going to do, rather than asking, (also, I don't know if I've updated you on this, but I am now a bartender) and have began doing homework during the dead hours at work. I'll stand behind the bar and read, or just sit down at a table with a cup of coffee and get through as much as I can. My managers don't mind- two out of the three are really laid back and like me a lot, and the third is a wackjob going through a mid-life crisis, so he's vulnerable and I take advantage of that.
***A few weeks ago I got a package in the mail, but had no idea who had sent it. I opened it up, and it was a diamond ring. I noticed it was from Overstock.com, and realized that it was probably sent by my grandma, who is obsessed with the site. I called her, and she said, "Yes, it's fake, but I heard you are a bartender and you should wear that to make sure men don't hit on you!" It's actually a very pretty ring, and it made Nital give funny looks to her boyfriend, whom she is trying to convince that they should be married before the age of 24. I wear it at work, simply because I can and because I think it's pretty. I've only been hit on once since working there, and it was by a guy who was the most cliche nerd you can imagine. I just know that at age 23, his bedroom walls are plastered with Star Wars posters and his closets are stocked with NIB action figures.
"Ali, I have to ask, is that ring real, and if it isn't, my next question is: What are you doing tonight?"
Love life: I have one. That is all you need to know. I am going to South Carolina to see him in two weeks. He'll be back here for Halloween weekend for my birthday and to meet my parents.
Travels: George and I bought tickets to go see my Aunt Theresa and stay at her Inn in Greenwich, Connecticut. We've been talking about taking this trip for about three years, so the fact that we finally get to go is really, really exciting. I can't wait for him to see the place and meet my Aunt Theresa- she is quite the east coast moneybags character. Loves her to death. She calls me, "Babe," and wears Gucci and Manolos. She's very hip. Actually, I only knew her when I was younger, probably up until I was 5 or 6, and then didn't see her again until I was 18, but before I met her, my mom said that I am very much like her. But anyways- George and I are going into the city with the main goal of finding the camera crew for Gossip Girl (well, that's my main goal) and watching them film for a little bit. He has some friends in the city who we'll hook up with, and we have also planned a trip to Canal Street. Other than that, plans include sitting on the porch of the Inn, dressed like east coasters, drinking French 75's and hand-squeezed Cosmos. The barman, Astley, makes the best drinks I have ever tasted, and I can't wait to get back to that man.
Sorry I was boring. You asked for an update.
loving Chicago,
amk
"Phone Mail Safari iPod"
-the bottom menu of my iPhone!!
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Updates from the Potts Homestead
1. We have been 3/3 since I arrived on tuesday evening. Since then, we have been celebrating by consuming approx. 5,000 calories a day (each), napping, watching movies, and wasting time in the sun.
2. I painted my nails green. Like the color of the green blobby monster in Ghostbusters.
3. KMFP's cat, Sammy, is majestic. I don't know why it took me so long to notice this.
4. Emily worked with some realll wack jobs this summer. More proof that girlscouts are annoying people. (i know this is poorly worded, but that's because i'm trying really hard to be nice).
5. Mama Potts just pulled chocolate coconut cookies from the oven, and brewed a fresh pot of coffee. I can't think of many other updates that trump cramming my face with those two delicious treats.
6. In case you were wondering, Southerner won. My life has returned to the chick flick/rom-com status it has enjoyed in the past. I is happy.
7. Yesterday we drew all over each other with Sharpies. I got a GIANT pink tramp stamk from Kate, and also had her draw the horseshoe tattoo I actually want on the back of my heel. Emily refused the tramp stamp, but did allow a blue/green swirly thing on her foot. Which then bled onto the living room carpet.
8. We are going to Church tonight, and I don't really know how I feel about that. There are way more people I don't want to see than people I do want to see, but KP has dreams of wearing a dress and TIGHTS in August. Who am I to take that away from her?
loving Linden,
amk
"Im the girl who lost her reputation and never missed it."
-Mae West
&&&
"When I'm good, I'm really good. But when I'm bad, I'm better."
-Mae West
2. I painted my nails green. Like the color of the green blobby monster in Ghostbusters.
3. KMFP's cat, Sammy, is majestic. I don't know why it took me so long to notice this.
4. Emily worked with some realll wack jobs this summer. More proof that girlscouts are annoying people. (i know this is poorly worded, but that's because i'm trying really hard to be nice).
5. Mama Potts just pulled chocolate coconut cookies from the oven, and brewed a fresh pot of coffee. I can't think of many other updates that trump cramming my face with those two delicious treats.
6. In case you were wondering, Southerner won. My life has returned to the chick flick/rom-com status it has enjoyed in the past. I is happy.
7. Yesterday we drew all over each other with Sharpies. I got a GIANT pink tramp stamk from Kate, and also had her draw the horseshoe tattoo I actually want on the back of my heel. Emily refused the tramp stamp, but did allow a blue/green swirly thing on her foot. Which then bled onto the living room carpet.
8. We are going to Church tonight, and I don't really know how I feel about that. There are way more people I don't want to see than people I do want to see, but KP has dreams of wearing a dress and TIGHTS in August. Who am I to take that away from her?
loving Linden,
amk
"Im the girl who lost her reputation and never missed it."
-Mae West
&&&
"When I'm good, I'm really good. But when I'm bad, I'm better."
-Mae West
Monday, June 23, 2008
Bachelorette Parties
...are not for the weak of heart.
or the poor.
loving chicago,
amk
"You have to make sure the Penis Wand makes it in every picture! It's a rule!"
or the poor.
loving chicago,
amk
"You have to make sure the Penis Wand makes it in every picture! It's a rule!"
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Life Updates
Things I have been pondering as of late:
1. Why do boys underestimate the power of a grand gesture?
2. Milo has a vendetta against my bed skirt. Seriously, nothing enrages the poor kitty more than the pale yellow poly-cotton blend fabric that hides the crap beneath my bed.
3. If you don't know who Kate Nash is, educate yourself. Youtube her and listen to "Foundations." Catchy as hell. Loves it.
4. Also entertaining, "Fit But You Know It," by The Streets
5. My bangs are growing at a snails pace.
6. Kate is in France. Em is at a new camp. I am in Chicago. Can't. Breath. Need. Musks.
loving chicago,
amk
1. Why do boys underestimate the power of a grand gesture?
2. Milo has a vendetta against my bed skirt. Seriously, nothing enrages the poor kitty more than the pale yellow poly-cotton blend fabric that hides the crap beneath my bed.
3. If you don't know who Kate Nash is, educate yourself. Youtube her and listen to "Foundations." Catchy as hell. Loves it.
4. Also entertaining, "Fit But You Know It," by The Streets
5. My bangs are growing at a snails pace.
6. Kate is in France. Em is at a new camp. I am in Chicago. Can't. Breath. Need. Musks.
loving chicago,
amk
Monday, June 16, 2008
Question:
Why is it that when young girls (20-somethings) talk to/flirt with unattractive older men in bars it is slutty and whorish and assumed she is only after a free drink, when if a young man were to do the same with unattractive older woman, it is comical and silly.
Please tell me why.
loving chi,
amk
Please tell me why.
loving chi,
amk
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