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Name: Kim
Country: United States
State: Pennsylvania
Birthday: 7/4/1984
Gender: Female
Expertise: procrastinating, oversleeping, singing along to italian sonatas, thinking of what I should have said way after the fact, eating, thats it.
Occupation: bedazzling my jeans.
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AIM:  tangerinesixteen
Member Since:
10/27/2003
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| I think I've outgrown this. I know I've shared similar sentiments before, but I just don't feel like writing out online journal entries anymore. I'll be the first to admit that for me it's easier to keep in touch with people through impersonal actions such as facebook "poking", sending pieces of flair, and commenting on the wall. I hate talking on the phone. To a lesser degree, I still hate all these impersonal actions we participate in online these days. I'm probably a hypocrite because I still prefer to do what I hate doing. This doesn't make any sense! I think our generation is caught in a weird place. We are old enough to remember how things used to be. There was no Facebook, Myspace, Twitter, blah blah blah. I know that my family didn't even get a computer until I was 14. And I didn't have a cell phone, blackberry, PDA, GPS, HD TV, Tivo or any sort of electronic item such as these. I didn't have cable until I was maybe 10 or 11.
WE didn't grow up watching garbage like Hannah Montana, Gossip Girl, and all those insipid reality shows. WE didn't have such exceptional role models as Paris Hilton, Brittany Spears and Lindsay Lohan. We may miss the days of Salute Your Shorts, Hey Dude, PeeWee's Playhouse, Fraggle Rock, old Nintendo and Sega systems, fanny packs, Tamagotchis, Pogs and the like. But we've gotten sucked into this era of high tech gagetry and frankly, it's made relationships a little bit less genuine and more about how many friends we can collect on Facebook and Myspace. It's insanity. And not the good kind.
I remember when I was little and even in high school, some friends and I would pass notes in class and fold them up into weird shapes. On occasion, we would send each other notes, drawings, and random things through the mail, just for fun. Now it's all about texting and instant messaging. I miss getting silly notes in my mailbox! The outdoor box, not the email box! So if anyone is interested...provided you still read this, I want to bring back getting mail through the postal service. Real, personal, tangible letters you can hold in your hands, crumple up and throw in the trash like an NBA pro, or set fire to, if you so choose. Hey, let's help a struggling industry! Who's with me? Message me your addresses! kas1217@gmail.com. It will be fun! YESSSS!
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| Ok so I have to share with you, a conversation I had with two freshmen girls from JHU while I was riding the Hopkins shuttle just now:
Girl #1: So are you a freshman...sophomore?
Me: Oh, I'm aaaa... freshman.
Girl #1 & #2: Oh us too!
Girl #1: So wait, you told the driver you were going to 31st St, is
that where you live?
Me: Uhhh yeah.
Girl #2: So, wait...that's an apartment right? How did you get an
apartment when you're only a freshman?!
Me: Well, ya know, I put that down as my place of residence and so
yeah...
Girl #1: Awww man, you're lucky! I wish we could have done that!
Me: Yeah, it's pretty cool..
Girl #1: What is your major?
Me: Oh well, I'm undecided for right now.
Girl #1 & #2: Oh us too!
Girl #2: So what classes are you taking?
Me: UMmmmmMmmmmmmMmmm....Well, I'd have to look at my schedule, but
you know, all the intro classes that they have you take.
Girl #1: Oh yeah, just to get a feel for what this school has to
offer, that's cool!
Me: Exactly. Yeah.
*silence*
HAHAHA! I know I wouldn't have gotten kicked out had I admitted that I'm not actually a student. I really don't lie like that but whatever, I won't ever see those girls again probably. Plus it was pretty easy (and fun) fooling them because they were kind of ditzy. | | |
| I saw John Waters today! He was leaving my gallery as I was coming back from break. For those of you that don't know who he is, here's a basic synopsis: wrote and directed Hairspray (1988 version), Serial Mom, Pecker, and a bunch of other quirky films. He was born in Baltimore, which is the city where Hairspray takes place, so he's a pretty big deal down here. He was somewhat responsible for bringing the "hon" culture into the mainstream. Hons are ladies that wear beehives and say "hon" (short for honey) after every sentence. They look like this: 
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| I have done it. I woke up early and went to the Waverly Farmer's Market and The Book Thing this morning. At the market I got a small pumpkin to paint, apple cider, a scone and some coffee. I found seven books at The Book Thing. Let me see if I can remember: A photography book highlighting photos from the early 1900s to 1960something, War and Peace, The Great Gatsby, 1984, Wuthering Heights....and I cannot for the life of me remember the others. I will edit this later. I'm at the library again and the books are in a pile on my bedroom floor. Now I must go home before the temperature gets any lower tonight and hope that I can have internet at some point this weekend....
[EDIT]: I also got Moby Dick and The Odyssey. | | |
| Welp. I'm happy that I received responses to my last post, even if it was only 3 out of a possible 37 people that have subscribed to me. Some of you I don't know, some I've met but don't really talk to, and some of you I haven't talked to in ages, and probably should. So three is better than none (thank you Kristin, and the Tiffs! I should really comment more on your sites as well). So for the three that still read this, this post is for you.
An Update:
So overall, I like Baltimore! It hasn't been easy though. I just have to adjust to city life. I'm after all- used to sprawling fields and trees, not traffic noise and hundreds of people occupying one small area. But my neighborhood, Charles Village has a cafe on the corner and a deli and a Barnes and Noble. I'm also within walking distance of the Johns Hopkins University- Homewood Campus. There are college kids everywhere I turn, which is both comforting and irritating at the same time.
The way Baltimore is though, you could be in such a safe neighborhood one minute and five steps later, you are in a more dangerous area. My apartment borders an area that is fine during the day, but after dark I'm told to stay away. I have not had any problems whatsoever though. People on my block seem friendly. It is pretty mixed: old people, young couples with kids, young couples without kids, yuppies, hippies, blacks, hispanics, gays, asians, college kids, 20somethings, 30somethings, 40somethings and every other characteristic that you could name. I like the diversity and the fact that I don't have to drive 15 minutes to the nearest market. The thing I like the most is that I'm taking care of myself on my own- with no help from anyone, my parents especially.
The apartment: Well it's nothing fancy. Nothing fancy at all, but it is affordable and once I can get more things together to make it homey-er, it will be near perfect. The building is a free standing house, with three floors and one apartment on each floor. I'm on the 3rd. My apartment has a decent amount of space, compared to the average one bedroom apartment. My bedroom is HUGE, even bigger than my bedroom at home was. The problem is that it's an incredibly old building and in desperate need of renovations. Don't get me wrong, it's livable, it just looks dumpy. To quote Izzy when she visited for the first time, "Well at least it's better than my first apartment". It just needs to be decorated a little more, and maybe a fresh coat of paint or something. I haven't been too keen on shopping because I have a limited budget at the moment.
There is one mouse that likes to scurry around my kitchen floor. It hasn't really done anything, I just see it from time to time. I'm debating on whether or not I should get a trap. I probably should. But the thought of waking up in the morning, staggering to my kitchen in my grogginess to get some breakfast and finding a smooshed up mouse is not something that I ever want to experience. So the minute I find piles of turds or chewed up things, I will take action, but until then, I will spare it.
My landlord is a very sweet Asian man, but he is very forgetful and a little scatterbrained. I think he may have lost my rent check from last month....
He is also in the process of renovating the 1st floor and his wife helps, but they fight night and day and you can hear their yelling matches reverberating through the stairwell along with the occasional noise from a power tool.
The hang-out: Never thought I would say this, but one of my favorite places to chill down here is actually a vegetarian/vegan cafe! It's such a cozy place though. And their food is surprisingly delicious for someone that doesn't really like vegetables too much. They have amazing vegan chocolate cheesecake, a Wednesday happy hour with cheap drinks, delicious vegan cornbread, vegan butter that tastes like maple syrup for the cornbread, edemame (soy beans), grilled cheese, and a Philly Cheese steak-less (I know it's blasphemy. If my family ever found out, I would be disowned). We also hang out other places in Fell's Point and Federal Hill, but this cafe is in Charles Village, so we try to frequent it as much as we can. There are also some pretty cool places in a neighborhood called Hampden, which some people like to call the "artsy-fartsy" section of the city.
The random: I want a dog, that hasn't changed. Once I can afford one though, mark my words, I will run down to the nearest SPCA ASAP. Until then, I guess the house mouse will have to suffice. There is a place called The Book Thing that is only open on Saturdays from 9am-5pm. They give away free books and I'm told that they have some pretty good ones each week. The problem: I work from 10am-6pm on Saturdays and so I struggle to get up in time for that 1 hour window that I have, but it hasn't happened yet. There is also a farmer's market that happens only on Saturdays from 7am-noon and I can see it from my porch, it is that close to me. But again- I cannot get up that early for the life of me. I am determined this weekend! (haha I say that every weekend).
Ok this is long. I will proof read later.
Peace out.
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