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| Monday, April 18th, 2005 | | 9:47 pm |
| | Saturday, April 16th, 2005 | | 3:55 pm |
I've always been this way.
On Friday, while I was still kind of drunk from a Thursday night Brittany birthday excursion to Shakespeare's, I wake up at 11:30 to find the long-awaited b-day package from my brother. Thanks to a call from my mother, I am already 99.9% certain that it is alcohol, and I am also 100% relieved that it was not intercepted by the U.S. Postal Service. So hungover Kelly opens the box (and by "opens", I mean drags a scissors across it until enough cardboard is ripped open), and finds a huge green sweatshirt in it. In said sweatshirt are two bottles of Andre champagne, one stuffed in each sleeve. I am tempted to laugh my ass off because my brother has never believed in gift wrap, and instead perfers to roll presents in a dirty article of clothing, but I try not to. When I picture myself, standing in the middle of my room, giggling like an idiot with a huge bottle of champagne in each hand, already messed up, I am tempted not only to laugh, but to roll around and bask in the ridiculous nature of this entire past week and all the stupid shit that has decorated it. For a moment, I want to just act a fucking fool for no reason and I love it. Anyway, I also found this list from my Senior year at Benet. I think it was a Creative Writing exercise, but I can't really be sure. "25 Things I Want to Do Before I Die" 1) Play the guitar. 2) Have a library. In my house. 3) Learn to play the violin. 4) Live in a house where every room is a different color. Refer to these rooms by said colors. 5) Learn how to sew. (Again.) 6) Learn how to walk in heels without looking like a drag queen. 7) Be a blonde. 8) Own a vintage Volkswagon bug. 9) Live in London. Never leave. *10) Date an artist. 11) Be featured on Great Chefs of the World. 12) Learn to play the drums. 13) Sing in a band. 14) Play tennis daily. 15) Meet a surviving Beatle. 16) Go to a bonfire on a beach. 17) Swim in the ocean. (Have the option to do this anytime.) 18) Know all the words to "Subterranean Homesick Blues." 19) Write for Rolling Stone or Spin. Ok, so I only got to nineteen, but you get the gist. It's nice to think that I actually accomplished a handful of those, but I figure that I have a lot of time left. Also, some of these items are just plain High school Kelly, and don't really apply to College Kelly, so I am therefore exempt. *What a bad idea. Current Mood:  busyCurrent Music: "Tiny Spark" *Brendan Benson | | Tuesday, April 12th, 2005 | | 9:48 am |
I didn't think that story was any good.
This was one of the five emails in my inbox this morning: "Congratulations, everybody! You're all gonna be in the new epic. At the end of each of your stories, we were hoping to put a sentence or two about you, the authors. Mostly it'll be your name, major, and academic year, but if you'd like any other information (Where you're going after graduation, what inspired the story, etc. Pretty much anything brief, relevant, and interesting) about yourself, send an email to umcasenglishepic@missouri.edu. Please respond by Wednesday if you would like to include personal information." ...blah blah blah So... If you were Kelly Powers, how would you describe yourself in two sentences? Is it lame to even do that? I don't know how a literary magazine works!! Also, a wasp has taken up residence in my room and I don't want to kill it. I'm not avoiding smashing it with my copy of Wuthering Heights out of humanity, but out of fear. And I'm totally unprepared for my developmental psych exam. (Turns out, I'm afraid of a lot these days.) Current Mood:  anxiousCurrent Music: "Consequence of Sounds" *Regina Spektor | | Sunday, April 10th, 2005 | | 6:59 pm |
I can hardly wait..baaaaby.
So it looks like I'm going to the Pixies/Weezer show in Chicago on May 4th. Sure, I'll be missing important classes. Yes, I'll be driving fourteen hours in two days. Yeah, I might have to send some bogus emails to my professors. But you know what? Bonding with my sister is important and I'd still do Rivers. So HA. Current Mood:  giddyCurrent Music: "Down to the Well" *Pixies | | Wednesday, April 6th, 2005 | | 2:25 pm |
And I haven't even bought any alcohol yet!
Flowers + Caribbean rum + phone calls + dinner at Addison's = one fabulous bithday... And it's only 2:30! P.S. Erin, that was the cutest e-card ever. (Also, I would totally eat the frosting first.) Current Mood:  bouncyCurrent Music: Gwen Stefani, bitches. | | Sunday, April 3rd, 2005 | | 6:56 pm |
Shit. Fuck. No time for eloquence.
I just realized that I lost my journal. My journal full of phone numbers and random observations and Kellyisms. The journal containing a good portion of planning for my next story. The journal I've had since last year. Since I'm a nerd, I know that my name and phone number are in, and because that's the case, why hasn't someone found it yet?!! I think I left it at Target, so I called there only to be put on hold by an incredibly inept, rude employee. When I finally got to the Guest Service desk, they told me that they didn't have it, and weren't willing to walk an excruciating four yards to the application kiosk to check if it was there. Fuckers. This is really awful. I've never lost one before and I really don't want to entertain the idea that someone has it and has read it/is holding it hostage as a free form of entertainment. I knew something like this was going to happen. The past couple days were just too good. My weekend was full of post-Sin City intoxication, El Rancho, and sunny days... and now all I can think about is my poor little pink journal, floating around somewhere that isn't my huge diaper bag of a purse. Current Mood: fucking horribly worriedCurrent Music: Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! | | Wednesday, March 30th, 2005 | | 8:39 am |
Agenda.
Friday, April 8th- Electric 6 and VHS or Beta @ Mojo's: The unofficial site of Kelly's twenty-first birthday celebration. Come dance! Look scene! Buy me a drink! Saturday, April 16th- Clem Snide @ Mojo's: So far, I'm all on my lonesome for this one, so someone get some good taste and join me. (Please?) Also in April: Who is going to see... Iron and Wine? Joyce Carol Oates? The Fiery Furnaces? Come on. I read the events calendar on Monday and now I'm all excited. P.S. I have a job interview at The Buckle. Should I be afraid? Current Mood: awakeCurrent Music: compuuuuter lab | | Tuesday, March 22nd, 2005 | | 10:18 am |
This girl's an open page.
I just found a mix cd I made in 2000 and it's awesome. All Talking Heads and The Police...with a little David Bowie thrown in...and The Who for no real reason. So fun. It's also proof that I was waaay into the 80's before the "revival" or whatever you want to call this sudden abundance of ripped sweatshirts and leg warmers and Duran Duran knock-offs...not that I don't enjoy all of the above... However, I did find it tucked away under The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill, so go figure. Current Mood: obviously boredCurrent Music: "Don't Stand So Close To Me" *The Police | | 9:59 am |
There is hope for her yet.
My sister is so cute. Yesterday we heard "Just What I Needed" on the way to the mall and she knew all the words!!! Turns out, she stole my favorite Cars album to burn while I was at school. I'm so proud. At this point, I predict full-out pretension by nineteen. P.S. I'm watching Dawson's Creek and listening to "El Scorcho." Perhaps teenage confusion is contagious? Current Mood: awakeCurrent Music: I wish I could get my head out of the saaaaand | | Tuesday, March 15th, 2005 | | 10:04 am |
Freedom hangs like heaven over everyone.
So... I have a three page essay due at 2, and I haven't started it yet. I contribute this general lack of motivation to the Thursday mentality that I've had since Sunday. For some reason, I just can't wait to go home this year. I appear to be more irritable than ever lately, despite the good things that have slowly unraveled in the last couple weeks or so. I found a studio apartment for next year, which was a huge relief. It's a quaint little place in Beverly with a scenic view of Elm St. and a pseudo-ugly paint job, but I'll survive. The actual living space really wasn't my concern when I bought it... I guess I was more focused on the perks that come with living alone. Actually, I was also focused on the obviously cool tenant that currently lives there because he had a bookshelf full of Kerouac and a copy of Me Talk Pretty One Day. True, I probably should've run the water or poked around a little more, but you can't buy good taste, and that dude has it. Thus, I was sold. After I signed the lease for the apartment, I had a brief week from hell. I caught some horrible flu bug and had raging stomach cramps for two exams, a paper, and a presentation. During this week I also had to finish my short story, which was workshopped last week. The workshop went well, and everything I heard was what I expected to hear. That was a definite plus. Last week I was also bit by the charity bug and offered to volunteer for a Creative Writing workshop that works with disabled writers every Tuesday through May. I have my orientation today at 11, so I hope all goes well. After a few disturbing Gender classes (some of which I posted about, some of which I didn't), I also decided to apply to volunteer at The Shelter, which is a home downtown for victims of domestic abuse and sexual assault. Unfortunately, I won't get to physically do anything until a training session in June, but I still feel good about taking the steps to do so. The one aspect of this month that has left me feeling somewhat discouraged is my never-ending job hunt. I'll have my car back after break, so I'll be mobile and plenty free, but people just aren't taking me up on anything! In a fit of desperation, I'm going to apply at Target sometime this week, and console myself with the fact that "a job's a job" despite the falsity of that stupid slogan. I really need to start saving up for London (and cute apartment things), so I need something soon. Although the events of this month have been relatively positive, I'm counting down the days until April hits. Come April, I'll almost be twenty-one, which means I'll spending less time writing lengthy journal entries, and more time being drunk. Also in April, Iron & Wine are coming to the Blue Note and so are The Fiery Furnaces, who I just want to pinch. A lot. Hopefully April will also mean better weather, which translates to more weekends at the lake and more drum time. (It also means more bad covers like "Hungry Like the Wolf" and lots of frozen custard.) Now that I need to tie this up, I'm not really sure what this entry was about. I think it began as a short "I'm-procrastinating-by-making-a-livejou rnal-post-about-said-procrastination" post, and ended as a summary of the last two weeks. Sorry about that. I guess the beginning was a bit deceiving. Current Mood: almost awakeCurrent Music: "Freedom Hangs like Heaven" *Iron & Wine | | Thursday, March 10th, 2005 | | 6:41 pm |
I think you know what this is.
20 years ago I... 1. was almost a year old 2. was chubby 3. was an only child 10 years ago I... 1. had huge Harriet the Spy glasses 2. read like a demon 3. was best friends with Katie Novel 5 years ago I... 1. was counting down the days until I got my license 2. probably had a bad haircut 3. loved Weezer 3 years ago I... 1. was trying to pass Physics 2. was really into Radiohead 3. kicking myself because I applied to a bunch of safety schools 1 year ago I... 1. had black hair 2. missed Mike a lot 3. talked to myself while I was bored at the Blair desk So far this year I... 1. have neglected to cut my hair 2. have lost a few pounds 3. have kind of taught Brandon to play tennis Yesterday I... 1. had my story workshopped 2. ate a piece of chocolate cake 3. wore pigtails Today I... 1. had a BLT for dinner 2. downloaded a song I want to learn to play 3. bid on a cute pair of shoes on ebay Tomorrow I will... 1. go to the Rec Center 2. participate too much in my Short Fiction class 3. probably do something with Brandon In the next year I'll... 1. go to London 2. dye my hair 3. hopefully have a job that doesn't suck. Current Mood:  boredCurrent Music: "Straight Street" *The Fiery Furnaces | | 4:13 pm |
I don't believe in astrology, but you can read me my horoscope. (I like to hear your voice.)
The past two days have been absolutely wonderful. So wonderful, in fact, that I fear the horrible, sluggish nature of Monday and Tuesday is going to resurface this weekend with the weather, ruining any plans for tennis and various other kinds of fun. (That sentence was appalling, but you catch my drift, right?) Anyway, yesterday a good time was had by all when Anthony, Brandon, Brittany, Brittany's unofficial roommate Dave (who is probably reading this right now), and I hit up the noodle place downtown and watched Romeo + Juliet. Released when I was fourteen, I initially saw the film because some girl told me that you could kinda/almost/maybe see some of Leonardo Dicaprio's ass (FYI: this is not true...if you're interested in Mr. Dicaprio's pre-Aviator assets, rent The Basketball Diaries or pretty much any other film he's in), so the actual cinematic value was completely lost on eighth grade Kelly. Today I realize that not only is it an incredibly beautiful film with possibly one of the best soundtracks of the last ten years, but that six years later, I continue to invest in the same brand of "hopeless romantic" optimism the film suggests. Somewhere not-so-deep-down, I'm still the timid girl who wants to meet a guy via fish tank infatuation and make out in an elaborate art deco-inspired elevator. (Is that so wrong?) In all reality, I don't want to admit that if you meet at a costume gala at my age, chances are that both parties are horribly inebriated and desperate rather than spontaneously in love...and this saddens me. I know I sound stupid in the first place for using the word "optimism" in correlation with Romeo and Juliet and asserting that random hook-ups are disappointing, but sometimes I want things to be what they were in middle school. I miss fifth period flirtations nestled in notes, pressed into sweaty palms with swift secrecy as Mrs. Bergl sat oblivious in her desk. I miss the truth or dare of field trip destinations. The sleepover secrets of Saturday nights. The ambiguous yearbook message from your crush. The fucking Book Fair. True, all of these things seem overwhelmingly lame to most people, but you can't imagine what I'd give for a slow dance to All 4 One and a cup of watery punch these days. If I could do it all all over again, I would. Perhaps with a little less hesitation and a little more confidence, but even now I can't pass up an opportunity to make a boy blush. It's just not something that happens every day. Current Mood:  nostalgicCurrent Music: "Five Star Day" *Aqueduct | | Tuesday, March 8th, 2005 | | 11:50 am |
| | Friday, March 4th, 2005 | | 4:20 pm |
Insert rant-generated confusion here.
Shortly before I finished my short story today, I was psychologically damaged by a video in my Philosophy of Gender class. Wednesday she told us we would be watching a decade-old video dedicated to how women are portrayed in music videos. Expecting to have a good laugh at the expensive of some cheesy videos, I was actually pretty excited for my class at nine today. Unfortunately, the video was produced like a student power point, flashing around images of scantily-clad women in rock and rap videos, occasionally pausing to explain how the image is "oppressive" or "dangerous." The sound was horrible, and I was genuinely expecting a star-wipe after the first ten minutes or so. I had no problem with most of the video's examples, but a few were just plain idiotic. It focused on Duran Duran's "Girls on Film" to exemplify the popular craze of showing women in swimsuits, which was just ridiculous. The song is about SUPERMODELS, who (this is crazy I know) have been known to be photographed in beachwear every now and then. Another example was one of my favorite videos of all time, Tom Petty's "Mary Jane's Last Dance." They used this video to exemplify the role of women as often comatose in music videos, painting them as motionless bodies present only for the use of men. I found this incredibly stupid and frustrating. Had the genius who made the film actually listened to the songs used in his shitty student film, he would know that because women are often the subject of a song, they may (surprise surprise) make an appearance in the video. In short, depicting Tom Petty as some kind of sexual deviant just does not sit well with me. The last example that was generally asinine and ill-researched was a clip of a John Mellencamp suggestively stroking a leggy blonde...who just so happens to be his WIFE, model Elaine Irwin (Mellencamp). True, two of the images in these videos do portray women as sex objects, but one is groping her husband, and the others were probably paid to dance around on a yacht with Simon Le Bon. I'm not saying that we should be showing these images to impressionable youths or generating them, but if we're going to point fingers, let's do a little homework before doing so, ok? Anyway, another huge problem I had with the video was the four-minute segment regarding female musicians who generate a similar negative image of women in order to sell records. Naturally, they cited Madonna as a driving force behind the "women-as-sex-objects" concept along with other female entertainment (Janet Jackson and Salt n' Pepa of all groups), but spent the other fifty-one minutes of the "documentary" on male-generated fantasy videos. True, female artists selling sex is much more prominent a decade later, but I think other examples would've been useful here. The end of the video made me physically ill. To display what actions can result from these portrayals of women in music videos, the piece played the entire rape scene from The Accused, splicing the footage with a Motley Crue music video featuring the band antagonizing a stripper. Over the music you could hear the shouts of the guys in the film yelling "she's lovin' it!" and Jodie Foster's muffled screams as the footage flipped between scenes. My stomach literally dropped. After almost an hour of redundant voice-over comments and irrelevant music video footage, they show this. I'm still unsure how I feel about the last six or so minutes of the film, but to say it was incredibly disturbing is a huge understatement. Even as I shut my eyes to avoid watching it, I could still hear the shouts of "someone hold her down!" coupled with the congratulatory high-fives and pats-on-the-back in the scene. Frankly, I'm uncertain how any girl in that room could've continued to view it, but it really hit me. Needless to say, the warning of an "explicit rape scene" was nowhere near what we were presented with, and at this point, I don't know who to be disgusted with... The entertainment industry? The lame video? Myself? I have no idea. Current Mood: contemplativeCurrent Music: "Honestly" *American Football | | Tuesday, March 1st, 2005 | | 8:43 am |
My mood has increased from "aggravated" to "blah." I think that's something.
THREE NAMES YOU GO BY: 1. Kelly 2. K Pow 3. Kelly Kay (I think my dad is the only person who uses this one) THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD: 1. pixie8464 2. probably something with the number 14 in it 3. probably something that read like tHiS!11!. (just kidding.) THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF: 1. eyes 2. hands 3. legs THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF: 1. overly-unruly hair 2. a waist that could be smaller 3. breasts that are both too big and too small all at once THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE: 1. Irish 2. Irish 3. German THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU: 1. Heights 2. large bodies of water 3. clowns THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS: 1. glasses (some kind of sight aid) 2. headphones 3. some kind of hair product THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW: 1. my grandma's robe 2. white tank top 3. fleece pajama pants from *gasp* Hollister THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS OR MUSICAL ARTISTS (at the moment...not all time): 1. The Dears 2. Gwen Stefani (I can't lie. This my shit.) 3. Edith Frost THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS (at the moment): 1. "Hollaback Girl" -Gwen Stefani 2. "Lost in the Plot" *The Dears 3. "Hungry Like the Wolf" -Duran Duran (Don't ask.) THREE NEW THINGS YOU WANT TO TRY IN THE NEXT 12 MONTHS: 1. playing sixteenth notes for an entire song without fucking up 2. tennis with someone I don't know 3. employment THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP 1. trust 2. similar interests 3. an element of fun TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE (in no particular order) 1. When I was ten, I found $20 in front of a movie theatre and left it there. 2. I won $10 in a poetry contest my Senior year in high school. 3. I never use the word "cute." THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE SAME SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU: 1. girls smell better 2. ? 3. ? THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES: 1. reading 2. drums 3. tennis (possibly volleyball if it's the summer) THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW: 1. sleep 2. skip my literary criticism class 3. go to the rec center and work off the waffles I ate THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING: 1. High school English teacher 2. Author 3. Full-time retail at Ralph Lauren (fuck no.) THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION: 1. London, duh. 2. Canada 3. Ireland THREE KID'S NAMES: 1. Skylar 2. Dylan 3. Chloe THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE: 1. Play an entire set 2. Learn to fence 3. Showup/get sloshed at my high school reunion THREE WAYS I AM STEREOTYPICALLY A BOY 1. I'm good at most sports. 2. I can do a pull-up. 3. I have a huge appetite. THREE WAYS I AM STEREOTYPICALLY A CHICK 1. I can't walk part a mirror without checking myself out. 2. My shampoo smells like pears. 3. I enjoy wearing skirts. THREE CELEB CRUSHES: 1. Jake Gyllenhaal 2. Topher Grace 3. You can insert pretty much any respected musician into this last slot. THREE PEOPLE WHO HAVE TO TAKE THIS QUIZ NOW: 1. Anyone who is as bored 2. as I 3. am. Current Mood:  blahCurrent Music: "I Don't Want Control of You" *Teenage Fanclub | | 8:31 am |
Guess what. Today isn't March 8th. Isn't that weird?
I just spent two and half hours making notecards for an exam that is NEXT TUESDAY. NOT THIS TUESDAY. NEXT TUESDAY. Now I get to redirect all the energy reserved for studying into a short story,a Literary Criticism presentation, a 3-4 page paper for Philosophy of Gender, and two critiques for my Short Fiction class. Good thing I caught such a break. HA. Current Mood:  aggravatedCurrent Music: The soothing British sounds of Teenage Fanclub. | | Wednesday, February 23rd, 2005 | | 7:05 pm |
| | 5:31 pm |
I promise not to cry anymore, although reasons beat the crap out of me.
Lately I have become increasingly bitter. My sweet, smiling shell has seemingly worn off, revealing a disgruntled girlfriend, daughter, and roommate beneath the remnants of the friendly, enthusiastic girl I was. I don't know if this is the result of numerous shouting matches with my mother over the phone, or one too many arguments with Eli, but I do know that I've recognized this gradual erosion. How, you may wonder, did I discover this unsettling shift in attitude? Ad Sheets. Yes. Those lovely little yellow booklets have allowed me to see the deterioration of my pleasant demeanor, and today it really hit me. After two and a half years of taking pity on the coupon crusaders of Columbia, I've given up. No longer the person to take at least five of those useless booklets every Wednesday, I spent the morning grumbling "no thanks" as I walked into the street to avoid the peddlers along Hitt St. I couldn't bring myself to feign some enthusiasm and grab one as I walked to class or pick up a few out of sympathy. I just didn't care anymore. Let those people freeze. No one else took one. I'm in a hurry. (Not really.) Anyway, this makes me worry. What happened to the days of dumping half a dozen of those things on my bed? Long gone? Silly undergrad shit? Maybe. Regardless, something is happening to me and I don't like it. *However, there are also things happening to me that I approve of. Such as: -A Tennis Club at MU -Going to London (hopefully) Winter semester of my Senior year -Getting the Maxima back after Spring Break -Project Runway finale!!! oMg!!1!11!! -Watching ER at the Rec Center Current Mood:  confusedCurrent Music: "Lost in the Plot" *The Dears | | Friday, February 18th, 2005 | | 1:54 pm |
Can I get a ride on a white horse?
I've really been slacking on the updates lately, so here's a thrown-together summary of some random events/worries in my life. *Today my mom and sister are coming to whisk me away to the lake. *Yesterday I went to Hatch to inquire about a DA position. I still need to pick up an application for summer staff. *My quiz in Literary Criticism was harsh. Unfortunately it included some short answer, so I babbled on and on, avoiding the true enigma that is Deconstruction. (Which is almost an example of Deconstruction itself, is it not?) *I need to pick an idea for my first short story submission. This would be much easier if I didn't have five completely unrelated concepts scribbled in each of the three journals I'm currently trying to finish. *I really, really need to contact my landlord to look at a studio apartment. *According to the scale at the rec center, I've lost almost six pounds since Winter Break. This is awesome because I haven't hit the below-120 mark since I was in high school. *I get the drums all to myself this weekend. *I'm "officially" an editor at a literary magazine, and I'm beyond giddy. (I have an email address and everything. *giggles*) *Architecture in Helsinki is incredibly cute/fun. Current Mood: excitedCurrent Music: "You're Black and Blue" *The Exploding Hearts | | Sunday, February 13th, 2005 | | 5:34 pm |
Do you ever ask yourself how it could have maybe been?
Valentine's day is driving me temporarily insane. I feel like a demented arts and crafts instructor, constantly covered in glue and bits of colored paper. I've been clipping letters out of magazines to make this ransom note-esque valentine for Eli, so I've developed this crazed cackle which emerges when I find a particular shape and color of a letter. It sounds something like: "Ahhhhhhaaaaahhaaaa! It's a 'B'!! Muahahahahaha!!!" ...And then I continue to silently sift through the rest of the issue. Anyway, after almost five hours of this process (interrupted by a few moments to eat and a half-hour nap), I'm still not finished. Granted, this should be cute as fuck, but I still have a pie to make and a cd to burn.. So I'm off. Also: Recommend a band to me. I'm in a music rut. Current Mood: busyCurrent Music: "The Warming Sun" *Grandaddy |
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