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Name: Kris
Birthday: 6/12/1989
Gender: Female
Interests: music, fashion ae, baking, astronomy, JAMIE BELL, blue, green, silver, black, stale cheetos, CHEESE, xbox, school supply shopping, band aids, movies, Entertainment Weekly
Expertise: ...living
Occupation: Student
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Member Since:
5/21/2004
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| Con-fessional.
I started another blog...again. but this one you're able to be more creative with layout.
Given that my idea of a good weblog is words arranged in a clean and simple manner. The words might not make sense but the layout is the real star here (website is screwed...)! just kidding.
I like it and i might try it out for a while. I encourage you to get one. Kevin! I hope you're reading this. you might enjoy the site as well.
I only have one huge picture on top but I think it describes me very well. I'll change it from time to time.
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| I'm trying, I'm really trying...My plate is not full anymore but it is getting there. With all the amount of work I have in the next week, I should start my web journal for my Art and Culture class (art appreciation, art history, whatever).
The beginning oh my web journal should have started two weeks ago and should as least be the beginning of a healthy journal. So far, I have the words 'The Neolithic era' underlined, the statue of Ain Ghazal, and the picture of 8,000 year old, freaky looking statues whose eyes are too narrow and bugged out to use as a toy.
As the wannabe perfectionist that I am, it's taking me too long to figure out I should proceed with this journal. First, it's a journal and to me a journal needs to be uniform and clean, thoughtful, and interesting (unless it's my composition book). This first page will set the tone for the rest of my journal, I can't just write anything in there with any kind of cut up picture glued with runny elmer's glue. That's elementary, my dear. I skipped the first two pages just in case I want to later make an introduction and I'm writing all my work on one side of my journal so that way, if I make a mistake, I can just easily tear off the page and not worry about the previous page. =) I'm set.
I'm obviously thinking too much into these journals.
kris @(*0*)@
oh yeah, happy valentine's day!
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| Spring semester is next week and I am without new school supplies. School supply shopping and the annual tax free school shopping is possibly the second best day of the year, second to first day of snowfall, which hasn't happened yet. What am I to look forward to this semester? Fortunately, I have bought a new a backpack from a shoe store. (yeah...random) It's called the Jansport Superbreak. It's quite awesome. My favorite thing about the bag is that the price fits the bag. It only cost me $13, thank you for the ghettoness of that factory outlet shoe store and my military discount. Is that it's simple and black, dare to say vintage.
 
It's amazing to see the evolution of my backpacks over the years.
My first bag was a pink and yellow minnie mouse messenger bag. My best friend had the same back it was a traditional backpack rather a stylish messenger bag like me. Teachers thought we were the cutest asian girls because we would walk together to our classrooms every morning. It was so classic; with my white keds and her ribbon in her hair, we were the epitome of elementary school.
Around the first or second grade, I had a plastic backpack with red and green plaid piping. I think it was the beginning of my love for clothes. Since my sister was a tomboy, I was our mom's delicate china doll who had dresses out the wazoo. I remember my plastic book bag paired with floral dresses and frilly socks. I liked it. I thought it was the shit that I didn't have to do anything and my mom would dress me and people thought I was cute.
My next bag was a regular plastic book bag until I entered the seventh grade when I bought a lime green and gray Nike mesh book bag. I hated it because it wasn't a Jansport. Almost everyone sported Jansport bags which were appropriately colored for both sexes. I learned to love my bag for all of its individuality. The best part was the little plastic emblem of a Nike check on the back of the bag that would disappear and reappear when you look at it from different angles.
I ended middle school with a bright yellow Jansport bag. ( I bought it for its quality and not because everyone else was wearing them...) I was pressured to buy the bag by my sister at the PX. I don't regret buying it because it being yellow replaces it being a Nike bag.
My favorite backpack was my last mesh bag I bought my tenth year. It was the best bag in the world because it had three compartments and it was two toned: a calming and mature dark and light blue. For some stupid reason, I wrote Law and Order SVU on one of my arm straps. Thankfully, it was written in a dark marker and eventually rubbed off. I think book bag had the most personality because for the longest time I tied an orange ribbon on one of the zippers and I locked a small lock on the zipper of the smallest compartment. the lock belonged to Jovanny Vargas, who's been my favorite crush. The part where you put the key into to unlock it fell off and so Jovanny's lock was permanently locked to my bag. I remember I kept a sock puppet in the middle pocket for the three years I used it.
The new thing is The North Face brand but I don't see why I need to pay that much for a bag I'm going to end up throwing on the floor after class. I'm staying with the old school Jansport and if I can, I'll go way back with a Nike bag...
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| I was always under the impression that people socialize in their age levels. Freshmen for freshmen; sophomores for sophomores, etc. but when I got in high school the levels blur into a hierarchical popularity food chain: the more pretty people you know, the higher on you are on the chain. Of course, that changed a couple of music genres ago when it was cool to know that always being popular wasn't all that cool...but..of course...despite the empowerment of being an individual and all that shit they fed us on Disney and Nickelodeon we still strive to fit in somewhere...if not with the collar popped, boat shoe wearing, hideous rainbow Coach toting zombies, at least with some group who will be there during lunch.
These social clumps were no longer organized by grade, but by making enough witty jokes, clever observations, and trying to find enough common things to complain about...and obviously by wearing the different types of clothes. It was a step forward for everyone else except for me. It was so easy to make friends in class. Because the people were already in YOUR CLASS. You didn't have to find them in the hallway and hope you would see them sitting by alone in the cafeteria. I found it hard to try to enter a clique because until that moment when you can hold a somewhat lengthy conversation with each person in the group, it will seem like you're entertainment, like you're the monkey with the tiny cymbals just banging away.
It took me a good two years to find a solid circle of friends. There was the friends who I text and occasionally hang out, but there was that circle of friends that you didn't mind that they drank all of your cranapple juice or spend hours playing a video game, or talking about the chans. I met my friends through classes:
-gym
-literature
-trigonometry
The grade you're in and and all the grades below that is accessible. People in your current grade is ok and if the people you're talking to is a grade below you, then they should be happy to be talking to you. As stupid as this mind set is, it exists and corrupted my high school point of view of socializing. It's not that I shun people who were younger than me or praise upperclassmen; it was just how I thought things just fall.
Jon is a year younger than me and evidently his friends are younger than me. I am immediately intimidated by them and it just feels wrong. Being used to this age hierarchy bullshit leaves me befuddled with my tail between legs stupid. These self orchestrated rules should no longer exist. I am a college freshmen and I am angry and disappointed that fucking high schoolers intimidate me.
But what I'm really angry at is that they are in that club that's existed since they were accepted in the SEARCH program. With my friends (even my SEARCH friends), they know me and I'm in group, the clique, the whatever.
Jon's friends are critical and judgmental of just the smallest things, which molded that stupid pessimistic ass, whom I love. I have to become friends with a clique, who critiques the way you pronounce certain words or the lame phrases that I happen to spit out because I get nervous when I speak.
...When you really get down to it, they're just more mature than me and just makes me feel insecure about myself...
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| the mysterious holiday pieMy friend gave me a holiday pie at McDonald's. It was rectangle like its sister the apple pie, and had multi colored baked into the dough. The custard filled delight died last year with the end of the holiday season of 2006. It didn't return this Christmas and I will highly doubt that the pie will ever make an appearance.
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