Pimp my Ride

I may have underestimated the amount of fun one can have on motorized wheeled vehicles.

THEY ARE THE FUCKING SHIT.

Meow.

my braincells are back !

I have no idea how, but they have seemed to return. which is great.

Last night, this was tillie

I'm not even exaggerating. she curled up next to me, laying on her back with all four paws in the air as I rubbed her tummy So cute. She seemed to enjoy it.

On another note, today marks the 7 weeks since surgery. I can't believe its been 7 weeks.

Technically this means I am allowed to not use crutches anymore, but shh i haven't really used them for a week. At least around the house. bad eva. bad. But At least I'm allowed now. I want to burn them.too bad they're not wooden, how the hell do you burn metal without extreme heat.

What do I do today. I'm working on a painting that is going nowhere, and constantly feels so unfinished its driving me completely nuts.

Oh and i need to blow up some of my ceiling photographs for an art show thats in 2 weeks??! jeez lots of things to do. But first, to make coffee and read the paper.

ooh and by the way

I got floral mom shorts.

count down

This morning, I woke up to the countdown of my intellect. I have little recollection as to what caused the decrease in brain activity, yet can hear quite clearly the ten-nine-eight-seven-six-five-four-three-two - KAPOW countdown of brain cells inside my head. I'm afraid I'll remain in this state forever, brain dead, numb and incapable of real thoughts. or maybe I'm just hungover.

I'm looking around my bedroom now, after finishing a quite satisfying breakfast of scrambled eggs with stir fried vegetables. Everything is blurry and this post is fueled by the complete lack of thoughts in my head. As i type I'm shocked that words are flowing from my empty scull to the screen before me. What the hell. Am I sober? I should be. Its almost 2 in the afternoon, a good 12 hours after I may have been intoxicated. this is impossible. What the hell. I find myself only capable of thoughts in one word, fuck, shit uhhh, damn, soda, yum, bed, warm, fuzzy, tired, decaffeinated, dumb.

Fuck.

Sin city

Yesterday my good friend Natalie and I decided to drive 4 hours to pick up some good friends. (well, I was kidnapped to do this, and the friends are not really friends.) Anyway, the drive went fairly quickly and I met some nice truckers while I was abandoned at a Subway/ pit stop somewhere in eastern PA. I heard their life story, or at least a condensed version, and from what I heard maybe I want to go into truckin'.

No, okay no i don't... but listening to their stories made me question any sort of snobbery I had before about meth infused cracked out toothless truckers. This was two nice souls, clean enough, and fairly well spoken. They were in love, and traveled around the country in their truck seeing the odd and the bizarre while making BANK.

"every state has their own collection of wackos"

-quote from trucker family.

can you imagine their rotating schedule, one drives 11 hours, then switch, the other drives 11 hours, over and over and over and

jesus I'd die.

anyway. Oh and I might be in an art show. its lame and not really anything, but its something. another something to tack onto my "resume."

weekend in the city

Julie Heffernan above and Gerald Davis below

This past weekend I left the quiet of my bedroom and left in a wheelchair for new york city.

This trip made me realize that this city is a lot less fun when you are being pushed.

Ugh. It doesn't help that it rained, the skies opened and the rain poured and poured and poured. despite this less than pleasant part of the trip, the rest was okay. We went to see the opening for an old student of Helen and Paul, Gerald Davis who has recently became really well known. We also managed to bump into an old friend who has become an art star of sorts- Julie Heffernan, which was really nice, I hadn't seen her since I was about 10.

I ate an "edible" brownie last night, I have n.e.v.e.r been so high. I mean, my friend said they were strong but Dear lord. It was such a mistake to order food just as I started to feel it. By the time the food came I was seeing double. (communication becomes difficult). I think I may still be stoned.

I just looked around my room to see if things are starting to feel more normal. no luck.

yes, definitely still stoned. hahaa this is typical.

the latest thing to complain about... well the only thing.

TA DA another post complaining about the knee. 

This complaint comes in the form of complete and utter failure to sleep, stay asleep and sleep past 6 am. This struggle throughout the night results in me jumping out of bed.... or well, hobbling out of bed to be more truthful, happy to finally give up the hopeless fight for some shut eye. This happens, I swear every morning at 6 am. on the dot. clockwork. No way to be avoided. I tried last night by taking sleeping pills and becoming a red eyed zombie through the help of my piiiipeeee... both utter failures.  anyway, back to 6am. 

Four hours later at about the 10 am mark, I start to suffer from my previous decision to give up on my rest and feel really REALLY really really really so very horribly tired. But at least for those four hours I am filled with my usual early morning neurotic energy buzz. With today's early morning energy buzz I am dedicating it to updating this blog which I don't really think anyone would mind if I never updated the thing again (exceptions being perhaps molly joy ). 

 ANYWAY. I NEED SLEEP. 

I got a letter in the mail the other day, it was from me, a year ago. Some english teacher decided it would be a cute idea to send ourselves a letter a year into college, reminding us of what our lives were like back in highschool. THIS WAS A TERRIBLE IDEA. my life was care free back then, that was just a reminder of how shitty the first year of college tends to be.  

anyway. back to memory lane. This time last year, we were about to go to ocean city maryland, get absolutely shitfaced every morning, noon and night, where i met Ben, leading to us being together for the rest of the summer. Then we went on to Lollapalooza, in Chicago, oh and lived alone in a big barn the entire summer which was a plentiful location, full of various medicines to keep us happy and energized and entertained. 

Kristin, Me, Me.

a. I woke up at 4 am feeling heinously ill

b. I just started feeling heinously ill , again. 

c. Last night I stopped breathing. 

d. I had a vivid dream last night, that I could walk..... woke up pretty sad, unable to.

e. I need to shower.

f. UGH UGGGGGGH