Pretty, pretty twinkle lights

I love snow. The first snowfall of the year occurred todayyyy and it is beautious.

Of course, I'll be really sick of it by the middle of January. Then you'll probably see some complaints.

Can I just say that I really despise goat cheese? It tastes like barf. I only thought of this because I looked at my hometown's website, and found some pictures (while sitting down the street from everything I was peering at suspiciously) of a local cafe/restaurant. I once had a burger with goat cheese on it there, along with a buttload of other weird crap that I hated. It was not an enjoyable dinner. Let's just leave it at that.

Merry Christmas (almost) :)

Turkey, pie, and a whole lot of family.

Happy Thanksgiving!!!

The holidays are my favorite time of year. It's not even the shopping that makes me love it. There's a feeling that comes with Thanksgiving and Christmas that has been with me since I was little. It's indescribable, instantly recognizable.

A smell, a taste to the air. A happiness that floats over everybody. I love it.

In my hometown, the day after Turkey Day is a big deal. Shoppers Stroll is my favorite event in town. The tree is lit, there's chesnuts and pretzels on grills outside, a parade rolls by, and chowder or hot chocolate is served in the church. It's perfect.

Yes, I realize how quaint my town sounds. I love it.

I remember the way you used to look at me.

So I've been having trouble sleeping lately. I think I have too much on my mind, like this attempt at a novel I'm writing, or the homework I don't do that actually has to be turned in (who ever heard of such a thing?), or maybe it's just because I have this terrible habit of thinking about the future. What will happen in four years? Where will I be?

You see, I have plans. And they will go accordingly. Or else.

The problem is, life really doesn't work that way.

Lately, I've been terrified that nothing will be what I want it to be. That I will fail at something, and everything will unravel. It is horrifying.

I fear that this terror will not subside, that I will live with this sunken secret for the rest of my life.

The Ugly Truth.

The day in the life of an ice cream cone...

Creation...and a rapid death. Depending on the consumer anyway.

the end.

Actually, an ice cream cone may have a good long life. How many people eat cones when bowls are easily accessible? I really have no idea, but I usually don't eat cones. Hmmm.

The floor no longer smells like someone barfed up macaroni and cheese, even though the share box was accosted on Saturday. I count this as a plus. Hip hip hooray.

I know you're type, boy you're dangerous.

So. What's new in the life of Kuken?

Not all that much.

Just chugging along at school...

and having fun with my school lovlies. Oh how I miss my other loves. They're all off at school as well, but I wish I could see them! ROADTRIPS.

Anywhoozle. Erotic Ball is this weekend...it should be a blast and a half. Wells College, how I adore you.

So I recently admitted my love for Madonna's run through the 80's. It was her brilliant era.

The giant henna tattoo on my hand bleeds everywhere. Including my face.

Papa, don't preach, he's been good to me.

Bunches of love <3

A purple bracelet, a club, and two drag queen shows later...

So basically, I went to Rochester, from school, on Thursday (and yes, I am one of those students who HAS class on Friday), and went out to a club.

On drag night.

Interesting night. Memories that will last forever...for us at least. We were probably the youngest people there, and some of the few who weren't plastered, high, or both...who knows what those folks remember right now.

My first experience at a club was prettttty priceless.

I have giant black x's on my hands that won't come off.

peace&love

a bit of dirty dancing...

Dirty Dancing 2. Best. Movie. Ever.

Actually, I just love this movie because Diego Luna dances in it.

Can you smell an obsession? I cannnnn. :)

peace&love.

Julie, Julia, Chichle, & Kuken...with a side of IHOP

Bongiourno Principessa!!!



So. I've been home from dear old Wells College since Wednesday night now...after an incredibly painful dentist appointment...where I had a root canal done. YAY!!! But the good part is that I got to see my lovlies.

Of course, this means good stories...including IHOP, a sketchy theater, and my creepiness.

Actually, nothing all that fantastic happened at IHOP...just some yummy mozzarella sticks. I LOVE CHEESE.

We were the only people (minus one old lady) at the theater...an 80 year old theater...in the sketchy part of town...

The REALLY fun part started when we were on the way home and I decided to stare creepily at pedestrians...chiche and I then played the "let's find pedestrians and scare them game." This concluded with me laughing oddly (or so it seems) out an open window, into some lady's open car window, resulting in her turning and seeing my grin at her...and start laughing.

I promise...I was taking medication. I also promise...that this is my normal behavior.

Tony and Maria, Bernardo and Anita.

Today, all day, I had the feeling a miracle would happen...

West Side Story is the greatest musical of all time.

Tonight, tonight, the moon is full of light...today, the world was just an address, a place for me to live in...but here, tonight, what was just a world is a star.

peace&love.

Hector and Terrence

So it's been awhile...not much exciting happening in this life. Except you know, college preparations. But in the midst of this hoopla, I manage to have some fun. Minus going to the dentist just to find out that my broken tooth is infected and needs to either be removed and replaced with a bridge or fixed with a root canal. Fun stuff.

The College Street Cafe makes the world go round. Hanner, Chichle, and I met there, only to be surprised by the beauties of tfc! Those folks make my world a better place.

"These glasses make me feel like I should be in an Armani suit, holding the hot hand of my boyfriend. And that my name should be Hector."

Don't let love die. It's all that lets hope see another day.

College Shopping

There is nothing worse than going to Walmart on a Friday afternoon and trying to actually be quick about it.
I have never been in a longer line in my entire life.
The sad part is, I was only buying three things for life at college: eyeliner, computer cleaner, and Dean Martin.

Walmart, you disappoint me. FIND MORE CASHIERS. IT TOOK ME 25 MINUTES TO GET THROUGH ONE LINE.

That's amore.

Taco Salad and Taboo

Taco salad is faaaaabulous. Particularly so when mixed with apple juice ("wine" in Riley-speak)...and death by chocolate...with crunched up Health toffee bar things...and by crunched I mean smashed to bits with a miniature hammer I found in Riley's kitchen drawer...

So, my friends know how to party. We eat. We drink (juice. Welch's even!). We play Taboo.
Heck yes. These are our Thursday nights.

Actually, Taboo gets pretty intense. Usually it's blondes vs. brunettes (obviously brunettes prevail...duh), and holy fricker sticks. We get loud and obnoxious. Not to mention the crazy perverted/stupid/nonsensical phrases that pour from our loosened tongues.

For example: "Did she just say people play the sex bomb on the side?" (really it was saxophone)
"Drinks come in this...bottles? oh, ABS DUH...actually it's six-pack."

Taboo=Love

Let's see where bright lights and angels meet.

Old People, Ice Cream, and Hot Tubs.

My life is spent keeping old people from taking off their clothes on the bus taking us back to the nursing home. Today, anyway.
Oh, Lutheran Care lovlies, how I shall miss you when I'm off at school.

So my friends and I...we volunteer like it's our job. Oh wait...it is. Because we are the lame ones who looked wayyyy too late into the summer to find paying jobs.

Eating ice cream with my friends is dangerous. Especially when we're in public...

Hot tubs are wonderful. Except for when you dangle your legs in it for so long that your feet prune to a painful point. By painful I mean I couldn't walk without wincing. It felt like I was walking across fricking hot coals.

I love you. mwah.

Tuesdays.

Tuesdays typcially hold bunches of excitement for me. An amalgamation of good memories have been accumulated over this past year and a half of Tuesdays.

No longer.

But it's ok. I am perfectly fine letting my Tuesdays consist of going to the library in the middle of the afternoon. The library is full of grouchy old people looking for books on Tuesday afternoons. My question is how so many old people can still see well enough to read small-printed books. Nobody was in the large print section. Except me.

Goodbye, beautiful Tuesdays. Goodbye, my hopeless dreams.
A Fine Frenzy is my favorite.

How's your Tuesday been?

Amalgamation

Hello there.

Anybody reading this should probably understand right from the start that it is very likely that at some point you will be very confused. I'm a rambler, and I like big words, and I loooooove pairing big words together. Actually, I love confusing people. It's a hobby of mine.

There are bunches of thoughts floating all over the place in this noggin of mine...and I need an outlet. So, dear reader, if you wish to stick with me, prepare for quite a trip.

I am a reader and a writer and, yes, a dreamer. So while my thoughts may be wildly out of place and scattered all over, please be patient. I have a point. Usually.