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.

Is it crazy to think
that I haven't said goodbye yet?
There are still things I plan on telling you,
words I have not yet found

I am at the orphanage, lying in my bed, USING THE INTERNET!!! It is great. I actually have to go move my car out of the driveway before 730 am. Our jackass landlord just informed me (by way of a note taped to the door) that our driveway is being fixed early tomorrow. One of the neighbors is parked on the front lawn (which I found odd when I pulled in the driveway, but it makes sense now), I am going to have to go around the block and park either on scott or lincoln. It's cold and late and I'm lazy, so I am putting off the inevitable.

We have the internet again.

I went out drinking just about everyday last week. Tonight is the first night I am at home. It feels like I should be out, in any city from Dale to Oshkosh, with a beer in my hand. As a game, I tried many new drinks this weekend. If you ever want something different, try Absolute Vanilla and cranberry juice. Very tasty. As we all know, I am not one to clean off my bed before I crawl in it, especcially after a night (or whole week) of binge drinking. I woke up this morning, laying on a piece of wire (surprisingly, it is not too mangled and is still usable), a metal ruler with sharp edges, a ring mandrel, two pliers and a wire cutter, and an odd assortment of metal files. Let me point out that these are all sharp and/or dangerous objects. We all know what happens when Khristin is around sharp objects. I am shocked that I woke up with both my eyes and all my fingers. I am on a ring making binge for Art in the Park. I have made some sweet ass rings. Now that the internet has arrived at the orphanage, I could buy more wire right from my bed. I realized this morning how often I DONT have to leave my bed. Maybe I am just becoming more lazy (if that is possible) or maybe it is a result of having a bed in the living room, but I don't ever have to leave my bed. I eat, sleep, watch movies, read, make jewelry, dance/jump, and now with the invention of the internet and the laptop, I really never have to get out from under the covers.

I need to do laundry but I am on a shortage of quarters. Jenny was finishing up a load of laundry late one night last week, and was already in bed when Chris, Parker, and I made it to the orphanage at bar close. The three of us starting pulling Jenny's clothes from the dryer to bring up stairs, when a thong (or, as Sheilah would say, individual butt cheek separaters) fell out. In my half-drunken state I graciously offered to be the one to touch Jenny's panties; I picked them up and dropped them quite far from the basket. The same little thong kept making its way out of the basket, it even fell onto the stairs when one of the boys was carrying the basket. I have never touched Jenny's underwear so many times in my life.

I'm really bored. Jenny hasn't been home in days. I'm lonely for my woman. I was out drinking in Dale the other night (yes, I have been to both bars in Dale) when my camera wouldn't work. I was upset. I would have taken some nice pictures of my mom doing shots with my cousins and me, of our drunkass dancing (although, my cousin, my mom and I got up on a trailer bed in the back of my aunt and uncle's shop and did a dance for the security camera. They now have on film my cousin attempting to pour beer in my mouth, completely missing, and then me turning to my mom and wiping myself off all over her), of all the friends my mom made in Dale, and all the guys she tried to pick up for us, and all the time we spent standing (not parking, mind you) on the sidewalk between the two bars with drinks in our hands. My entire family may be strange and a bit dysfunctional, but they are good for one thing - an exciting night of getting drunk.

Maybe I'll just park my car on the neighbor's front lawn. Some days I am the epitome of lazy.

I don't have the internet, any channels on tv besides church, or a bedroom. Life is tough. Here are some things that people have actually said to me in the last couple of weeks:

"Does white ever fade?"
"I wish I would have known that when I parked my car"
"Did he punch you in the face?"
"How does Tim know a drinking game that YOU don't know?" (supposedly I have a drinking problem)
"Were you putting on socks when you got into an accident?"

I finally recieved my new phone and it is in working condition. I am excited. I am going to sit outside in the hammock and drink my orange soda and wait for jenny to get done with work.

Yesterday I was out for a walk in a rather nice neighborhood in Oshkosh (if that exists) when I walked past a dead squirrel that was laying in the grass next to the sidewalk. There was a fly eating at the squirrel's eye. It made me jump. And not in the Kris Kross sort of way.

I'm really looking forward to moving into a place we've never seen. That was sarcasm. Although I hope my bedroom is closer to the kitchen than it is now because sometimes I forget to water my Jew. I don't know how having a bedroom closer to the kitchen would help, but I believe it is the answer to my problems. In the excitement of packing, I have seemed to misplaced my digital camera. Last night I brought my 35mm camera that has real film in it. Real film, people. I am going to have some real pictures. And you probably won't be able to see them on facebook. I activated my new phone yesterday. I only have the numbers saved in it of people who have called me because I am too lazy to try to remember everyone's phone numbers and type them in. Which means I only have 3 numbers stored in my phone. That makes me feel lame.