I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion. ~Jack Kerouac

I have been making jewelry like a madwoman all night and I have one slight problem. My left hand has been numb for the last three hours. I don't know if it is from my wrist being over used, if it is my seizure pills acting up (they randomly numb my limbs), or if it is from the chunk of skin i accidentally removed from my pointer finger with a dirty old headpin. All I can say is that I am glad I had to get a tetnus shot two years ago when the whole butter knife incident went down because I work with wire a lot these days. And we all know how accidents seem to find me. What does a tetnus shot protect you from? I guess I haven't the slightest clue what it does, but it is still a safety net. I won't be contracting herpes of the fingers anytime soon.

I can't afford 14 gauge silver wire, which is dissapointing. I have some silver charms that would make some sweet ass wine charms, but it seems as if that ain't happening. For some reason 14g copper wire is rather inexpensive. But I don't think a copper ring with a silver charm will be classy in any sort of light. So instead I will return to my jewelry rampage and mope about how poor this girl is. You know you're poor when you steal supplies from the first aid kit at work.

the pictures randomly changed order from the way i put them on. the first and last are from city park in appleton, at about 3 am. The first is Sheila and Chris in the fountain with the little kids; the last is Sheila and I making faces on the slide. The middle picture is from when Kira was in town and all of us went out in Oshkosh one night.

Sunday night, when leaving Peabodys, I kicked something (I believe it was an instrument case, but I'm not sure) when walking out the door. I have a fat and bloody baby toe.

The wife and I played tennis yesterday morning. I can only imagine how eccentric we looked out there on the tennis courts with both of us barefoot, in our classy, namebrand tennis apparel, playing the game with no rules or boundries. We hit the ball wherever it landed, even if it was out of bounds or on the next court over. Even though the humidity was deadly, it felt good to be outside and actually doing something besides making jewelry or reading a book (since that's pretty much all I've been doing in my free time). It was quite a game. We came to the decision that our tennis skills have improved since last time we played.

I'm glad it is not as hot in the orphanage today as it has been. I turned the fan on low last night because the constant whizzing of it has begun to irritate me. I cannot wait to move out of this shithole. I finally got the internet working (again) this morning. I have two days left of my ten day working streak, then I have two days off. Thursday and Friday are going to be glorious.

Sheila chose to sleep on the futon the other night after we got back from jazz, which might have been a bad decision on her part. The futon is at the foot of our beds. I was wearing a skirt and I like to take up my whole queen size bed (and even some of Jenny's bed). Free show.

Art in the Park is two weeks away. I'm not real sure how we are going to set up the displays, what we are going to use for tables, just basically how we are going to do anything. Plus there is a shit ton of stuff I was planning on making before hand. Time is not on my side.

I keep being disconnected and reconnected to the internet. That's not cool. My mom and dad's house is currently mouse free. All 50-some traps are removed (besides the ones in the garage) and all the furniture is put back in place. I have not taken my contacts out in days. Probably all week.

We missed the last two weeks of garbage. We have a lot of trash in our driveway/backyard gravel area. I hope I don't forget again this Thirsty Thursday. I don't think the downstairs girls have been taking their trash out either though because there is a lot of garbage back there.

I don't have enough quarters.

I am using my computer at my parents house because (big surprise) like everything else at the orphanage, the internet connection is not top quality. So I am on my computer in the dry bar. I am not allowed to call this a closet, I face much opposition from the family. I don't see the difference; it's not like they actually keep alcohol in here. Just my computer and they run a couple of printers. I actually feel rather lame with a chair pulled up and my back to the living room because i am facing the inside of a closet, but that's not the point.

Here are some things people have actually said to me this week:
"I'd use non-toxic paint. 'hey man, why's your casserole all green and stuff?' 'Don't worry, it's non-toxic. GO PACKERS!!'"
"Want to join my Quidditch team?"
"A little glam for the Sam"
"Soccer would be a lot more interesting if the ball was actually a hand grenade that just randomly exploded every now and then."
"Kristin, just tell people your color blind and thats why you can't match your clothes"
"Yeah, I can't donate blood because I might have Mad Cow Disease. Seriously."
"I turn 21 in one year, so you have one year to make some friends to go out with me on my birthday"
"I wanted 38 mouse traps and the guy at Home Depot laughed at me like I wasn't serious"

at one point in the last week I thought I was being called a drunken whore. I turned around because I was offended and I was told, "Honey, I wouldn't call you a whore, but you do have a drinking problem." Thanks.

On that note, I am going craft store shopping. I LOVE CRAFT STORE SHOPPING. It's my favorite kind of shopping. I'm so excited. My mom is jealous that she is doing yard work right now and can't come with. If I had any friends, I bet they would be jealous too. I need some black velvet. For what, you may be asking. Just wait and see.