no, i will not lj-cut this.





just updated the shit out of my myspace. took a lot out of me, yah-no?


clickity clickity! on the banner for a legitimate waste of time.


found my new best friends at unique thrift on tuesday:



noteable julie and/or johnny quote (i think it was johnny, but he/she didn't sign his/her name): "The shaved-head Brittany painting with speeded up Violent Femmes is pretty hilarious. Is this what video art is coming to? Pop culture satire?"

the quote is in response to: knock offs of this speed painting of Lost's (a.k.a. my longest-avoided and now happily succumbed-to addiction) John Locke.

find the humor in the "videos like this" section.

i strongly support subversive youtube parodies of youtube videos. am i just a product of digital processes? the class, or the art?

e.g.: dove evolution parodies. (slob evolution, for example, highly recommended)

i need everyone to stop what they're doing and loop Que Honda Guero (Beck) on repeat on their itunes right the fuck now. the beat is consistent the whole piece and when it ends and starts back up again, you can't even tell. it's like one continuous amazing song. fucking do it.

like a lot of days, this one started out shitty for no rational reason...

...but some of the last people on earth i thought i'd see coming home showed up in my saturday afternoon and slowly made everything feel like home.

i ran into most of david's family at the movie theatre (we were all seeing RENT, and i was there with the loverly Annie Hokanson). they really are some of the most comforting, warm people i know, and it was good to see Ray again in all of his cool-dad glory. david called later and we caught up on what's been going on in our lives, and god... it just makes me smile thinking that there can be all sorts of bullshit in a couple's past, but if you give it enough time you'll just go back to being happy again.

biren desai. where do i begin. biren is just an all-around good guy. i wish there were more kids like him in the world. he really does know what's up, even though he masks it behind an obscene amount of pepped-out happiness... that's just who he really is.

and dan truchan. fuck man. everyone does this at some point, but today i pulled out my '05 yearbook and started reading old entrieds, and yours man... yours was the most honest thing anyone has ever written to me. thanks man.

so now i'm off to go revisit my past and hang out with dorie and annie at the same time. i haven't seen dorie for, god... months... and i'm actually really fucking excited... actually i'm running late to pick her up. we're renting god knows what and eating Axels appetizers (bull bites here i come! fuck yeah!). man.

back to lawrence tomorrow! smiley smiley blah blah blah. hello kristin of three years from now reading through old lj entries. post a comment letting me know if you're still in love with your school like you are now. i hope so.

I'm no Martin Luther King Jr. or anything, but the other night I had a dream.

There was this enormously fat, handicapped cat in my dream, and it could talk to me. And the cat was just a huge fucking asshole to me and it kept ordering me around. And since it couldn't walk cuz it was fucking handicapped, I had to carry it around all over the place... because it was the cat's birthday. And for some reason, I had to introduce the cat to all of its guests, which is sort of counter-intuitive considering that it was his fucking birthday... asshole cat. I hated that bitch.

End of dream.

So I'm sitting at lunch today, and I'm rubbing my eye, and all of a sudden the side of the bridge of my nose right next to my eye starts gushing blood. After a couple of minutes, a lot of blood-filled napkins, and some crazy looks, Willemijn decides to take me to the health office. My eye bleeds all the way across campus for five minutes, then stops on the bridge outside of Ormsby. The health office is closed, so we grab some free condoms and stress balls, and come back later. The lady told me that sometimes, clusters of capillaries and little tiny blood vessels form in these concentrated spots, and that when i scratched it when i was rubbing my eye, i opened them up and all of them just started gushing blood, because that's what opened veins and capillaries do. It's funny, though, I'd totally been wondering what that crazy red birthmark-looking thing was next to my eye, cuz it just sort of appeared over time over the past few months... and now I know. Here's a visual representation:



Another thing. I'm so on MTV.com right now mooching off of Alyssa Williams' MADE fame. Check it out! VIDEO CLIP SCREEN CAPTURE!



That's pretty much an accurate screen cap of what I looked like every day in sociology. I hated that class... atleast Walseth was hot. Shit. Like I just said that.

YAY!! I'M NOT COMING HOME TODAY!! OR ANY TIME BEFORE THANKSGIVING!!

BECAUSE LAWRENCE IS THE FUCKING SHIT.

This montage made me happy because it was so fucking ridiculous. First of all... it's Kristin Boehm and John Hanson (which makes negative sense), second of all, we're in love with ourselves. So I'm posting it here, too.




if you want me to lj-cut this so you don't have to see his ass every time you check your friends page, just complain to me. but be warned, i'm gonna ignore the fuck out of you and everyone who whines will get a kick in the face... because atleast it's a start to getting rid of those god-forsaken girl pants.

Alright ladies and gentleman. I got a new digital camera for school, so I've gotten obsessed with taking pictures! It's an Olympus Stylus 410 Digital for anyone who's looking, and I'd definitely reccommend it so far. Anyways! I took some pictures tonight at MaryLynn's, and you get to look at them under one condition:

( you CANT make fun of my cheeks being chipmunky from my wisdom teeth being taken out )

So I was trying to take a picture of the feathers in my hair for Dan Truchan because, to my suprise, I realized that they actually were still there from our adventures yesterday. Low and behold... ( something amazing happened )

My day, though boring, was ultimately less meaningless than most other days. I spent the majority of it choosing classes for next year. Meditation and Virtue, and Studio Art are on the agenda because of generals, and I never thought I'd could enjoying required courses more. Aside from those I'll be taking Psychopathology, Health Psych, and Developmental Psych Lab, plus a Bio Lab and Freshmen Studies. I'm hoping my karma's good enough that as a reward for completing this task, my housing development and AP scores will arrive in the mail by the time I leave for our road trip next week.

Getting back to pondering on days, most of my time in the summer is spent wasting away doing whatever impulsive activity seems important at the time. The majority of these things, however, are extremely unimportant in the grand scheme of things. Sure I can go get all the Chipotle I want with a friend, or stay up watching god knows what at someone's house, but by the following day none of it really matters. And you know... I'm ok with that. I mean, I'll be spending the next nine months out of the year studying my ass off to be a criminal profiler, so this whole ying and yang balance I've got going on is probably just keeping the cosmos from collapsing on me. You know, because it's all about Kristin Boehm.

Anyways, another productive day wasted! Hope everyone sleeps well, and I wish the trippiest of dreams on all of you so you can tell me about them in the morning! Good night.