Old blog entries (there are more of these too)....and...nothing seems to have changed!!! Ha oh brother....
May 3, 2008...Random Thoughts From A Random Girl.
So I am entering my 24 karat gold year in a little over a month and thus leaving my Michael Jordan year. There was a long time during my MJ year where I was like damn, I'm totally retiring on top, fuck yeah. But as the days progress onward, my game seems to me lacking a bit. Granted, it's hard to keep up one's average and drive, etc. But if MJ could do it, so can I.
The question then is, how does one go from being the league MVP to maybe 6th man of the year at best to back on top? How does one recover?
Let's bring it back to age 19. I was in my sophomore year of college and living with a bunch of girls on Columbus Ave in Boston. It was considered to be a legit brothel, so many girls involved. Of course I pulled the short straw and had to share a room with my friend. Her "rapper" boyfriend (now fiance, of course) would try to serenade her with his rhymes (kill me) circa 2 am. It was a rough time to say the least. The zzzs were quite elusive and the sea was angry my friends. There were a lot of restless nights and are you dead serious about life right now (but not always in the haha way) moments.
Then, one day, the concept of living the dream and loving the life was introduced to me by a dear friend. My world changed. I literally woke up every day with a spritely foot, zest coursing through my veins. I knew that I had to go out there and grace the people, touch lives, be awesome!
Living the dream and loving the life totally changed my life. Though, unfortunately, it did not last. It didn't totally go away by any means. But the springing out of bed became more of a do I really have to get up...at all...ha....The MJ year, as aforementioned, is/was supposed to be an unflappable time in one's life. Pretty much like nonstop living the dream and loving the life. Yet, lately, flapping has occurred. Not good!
So, I'm really trying to get back to my roots. I would really prefer it if today was awesome but not as awesome as tomorrow and so on. That's a lot of awesome. I want to leave my MJ year totally stoked to be entering the 24th year of pure gold and so on. And even though, I am not yet 34, Charles Barkley year, perhaps the razor sharp wit and rebounding that Sir Charles embodies can also make an appearance in my life?? Maybe I can somehow manage living a MJ year EVERY year as well as a pure gold year and Charles Barkley year???
ANYWAY. I'm still trying to figure out how to do this. Back when I lived at The Palace with Bird I remember a list was compiled of AWESOME thing that needed to be done that summer/in general. Sidenote, I really love lists. Currently, the only things I remember from the list had to do with water balloon launchers and dressing up in camo and hiding in the plants in the Prudential Center...
I tried to recreate such lists last night, creating two lists. The lists are entitled "Adventures" and "Awesome". Water balloon launchers and camo are of course mentioned again. How can they not be? I'd also really enjoy swimming with sharks, riding an elephant, learning French totally bien, getting a new fucking totally rad job, not thinking, maybe training to be an assassin (?), tribal man geletin mold (again, ?)....among other things.... The list is long and it's still being written. But basically, Kristen of yesteryear but way more awesome will be emerging again soon. Living the dream and loving the life. Lots of high knees will be involved. Pretty soon Trillville's hot jam "NEVA EVA" will really hold a whole new meaning for me....
Also, if you're ever feeling down, may I suggest frequenting the local playground (in a non-sketchy kind of way) and swinging (on swings) especially while listening to amazing music. It's really something else.
Basically, live the dream and love the life...Ah, this blog it totally pointless. Then again, so is everything. Carry on.
October 10, 2006...Bird and Many Men's Ideal Man
Current mood:
quixotic
quixoticSo, a while back Cassie Bird and I went on a lovely adventure to Chello's restaurant in Rhode Island. Clam cakes were involved. Good stuff.
On the way back we made a list of our ideal guy. This is a limited version of the list. I think it may explain why we will be single for pretty much ever. No guy can live up to this and we won't settle.
1.) Can't have name Steve.
2.) Should celebrate Christmas, Hannakuh and Ramadan.
3.) Won't give us flowers-only food and exotic plants. Lime/lemon plants are a plus.
4.) Must utilize chapstick discreetly.
5.) Hates cherries but likes cherry poppin.
6.) Must like Your Mom.
7.) Cannot under any circumstances where khaki pants.
8.) NO running shoes (unless running).
9.) Must like coffee...but NOT light and sweet.
10.) May NEVER say "light and sweet" except in reference to us.
11.) Must be cowboy/underwater explorer/astronaut/must put eagles back into wild.
12.) Must be able to breathe underwater.
13.) Must have visited Seals Island at least twice.
14.) Must like Block Island/Bob Marley/Guns N'Roses.
15.) Must be a hovercraft captain.
16.) Must like space/final frontier.
17.) Must have quick sharp (like a good knife) wit and come up with ZINGERS!
18.) Must know lyrics to every Notorious BIG/Weezer song.
19.) Recycles, but only on Tuesdays.
20.) Cleans out the lint trap.
21.) Cannot wear flipflops.
22.) CAN wear house slippers, but not made out of mink.
23.) Must occasionally sport a tool belt and red flannel.
24.) Must have watched SKINNED DEEP and LOVED it.
25.) CAN have glasses, but not the kind that turn into sunglasses..too crazy!!!
26.) Must be Brawny Man-esque.
27.) Cannot eat cinnamon raisin bagels.
28.) Must be ablazing speller/grammar machine.
29.) Must tell us we look fat/like shit (when we actually do).
30.) Must keep hydrated.
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