Poetry & Prozac

I survived The Crazy Cousin's wedding! Not gonna lie, I kinda want a t-shirt. Sorry for twittering like a mad woman! For those who missed them (my twitter's KelseyA but I'm thisclose to changing it), adventures included setting up the damn thing, my ex-Uncle, my other cousin, my aunt and uncle crashing the wedding, and more. Laguna Beach continues to be gorgeous, I have decided that my wedding shall take place in a courthouse.

After the wedding I came home, slept for 12 hours, and then spent the day watching the Disney Channel with friends (we did take swimming and pizza-and-beer breaks). I didn't love Princess Protection Agency, JONAS continues to be amazing.

In other news, my three day old manicure is chipping like whoa. Is that a reasonable timeline or do I need to start going somewhere that charges more than $6 for a French manicure?

* You know what is a little bit awesome? When you're at work, checking your phone shamelessly, and there's a text from your friend (hypothetically girthygrizelda) and they're all "want to go to the beach when you get off work?"

And while, yes, you do kind of have some things that really sorta SHOULD get done today "yes, yes I do".

So you go on a roadtrip with one of your favorite people down to the beach and you go play in the waves and then you lay in the sun and read and chat for a couple of hours and then you go get crappily delicious dinner and then you come home and work on your shit and zone and go "I had an awesome day to day!" and then LJ about it.

Ahem. Yes. So that was my third trip to the beach in three weeks. And, ahaha, second trip in three days. Whoops. I don't think I went to the beach three times last summer.

* Is it ignoring wank to not say anything about it? Or is it a quiet acknowledgment that you're aware and agree with many far more well spoken people than yourself and don't really have a lot to add? 'Cause I'm doing the second, in case people were concerned.

* I really feel I had other things I wanted to say, but I do not remember them now and I am sleepy like whoa so I am going to shower and sleep. Because tomorrow is not Sunday, it is Tuesday.

By and large I've had a really lovely weekend. Saturday sparly, girthygrizelda and I spent the day at the L.A. Festival of Books (I saw Mike Farrell! He's really tall and awesome!) and in Pasadena.

Today sparly and I hit up Ikea.

The weather's been really nice and I've been wearing cute summery clothes. I've also spent a small fortune. Whoops.

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In other news, my mother is driving me crazy. She gets all stressed and passive-aggressive around holidays and has basically been in a mood all month.

But wait, you say, Kelsey, there AREN'T any holidays coming up. So why is your mom crazy-pants?

I have no idea. She's planning kind of a rush birthday party for my dad because she WANTS to, and she's having the same friend drama she's been having for a year, she just took a vacation, and, I just, I don't know.

But in addition to being a passive-aggressive, critical bitch, she's also (and, vaguely, vy extension my dad) making me feel pretty unwelcome in my own home.

So, I don't know. I had a lovely weekend but at the end of it I'm sad and fragile and near tears and can't seem to get warm despite the fact that it's 66 degrees and I'm wearing a hoodie.

I can't wait to take off for the east coast and friends and music for a few days. Why does everyone I want to snuggle with live so far away?

So it's mid-April and it was in the low-90s today. Tomorrow and Tuesday it's supposed to be 97/98.

I actually really like warm weather, especially when I have nothing to do but hang out at parks, shop, or go to a movie (why, yes, that is how I spent today). I'm not especially looking forward to going to work and cooking in it, though.

Also my next several weekends are way booked up, so the soonest I'll get to hang out on a beach is, like, a month from now. And by then it'll probably have cooled off. Because my life is hard and weather is mean.

...I do not know why I'm talking about the weather. My point is that today was nice and so was Friday evening and I don't want to go to work tomorrow.

Dear Livejournal,

Sorry I am boring. Please forgive me.

Love,
~me

* No more citibyrd. I miss her. She is a very nice thing to have around. Now real life must return to its regularly scheduled programming.

* Spent the day in L.A. along with pretty much everyone I follow on twitter. I knew we should have
gone to RFD instead of Phillipe's for the 90 zillionth time. Or The Grove. Oh well. Instead sparly, Kate, and I hit up the L.A. Public Library (which, FYI, is at least 2x the size of the NY Public Library and equally gorgeous in a different, mission-style kinda way) and Amoeba. I spent under $10 on music which I have gotten downright cheap about. Also I need to set up my record player and go through my parents and grandparents old albums. My dad had awesome taste back in the day, he thinks he has some Leonard Cohen albums laying around someplace.

It has been GORGEOUS in So Cal for the last week or so. I *heart* my state, but am jonsing for a beach trip.

I miss having people in L.A. that I can randomly text and be all "I am coming to hang out for a couple of days and crash on your couch" at.

* Wedding madness. Dress/colors/desserts etc. are probably more fun for your own wedding. It doesn't help much that I'm sort of dealing with two weddings at once. Wake me up when June is over, please.

* How is this year Saved by the Bell's 20th anniversary? I feel old all over again.

* Season 3 of the BBC's Robin Hood has started! *glees*

I have not posted in almost a week, whoops. I've been around, just not posty.

My life has been pretty boring of late. Mostly I've been hanging out at home by myself.

Have a bullet-pointed list though:
* I think I may actually get to keep my job. Which is 85% of the good. Maybe even 90% of the good.
* Will be spending Valentines with my brother, his girlfriend, and my parents. I don't care about not having a date, but, awkward. Especially since my brother's only home for a couple of days, so it's not like I can just skip hanging out with them.
* Got my hair cut on Saturday. It's about chin length and I like it but won't camwhore.
* It was 28 degrees when I left for work this morning. I wore a hat and gloves. I know that is not COLD cold, but it is cold! Especially for Southern California. I am a little bitter that it is presently warmer in MILWAUKEE than here. That's just not right.

I will post J - A of alphabet songs later tonight once they're all uploaded.

I fixed my camera the other day (read: I got my computer to actually take pictures off of it) so if you want pictures of my world, you should ask for them. Otherwise I will post random pictures of, like, my feet.

Dear 2009,

So far, things seem good between us. I didn't kick you off in entirely the same manner I kicked off '08, '07, '06, '05, etc., which I feel can only be a positive sign. Instead there was a bit more liquor, a spontaneous roadtrip, and a grand new adventure. I hope things continue in this fashion.

Don't get me wrong, 2008 and I had some ups and downs, but ultimately I feel we parted as friends. The ups were by and large amazing.

Just to make sure we're both on the same page here, I have a few requests: health and happiness for me and mine (and everyone else while you're at it), a better (more awesome and money-giving) job, time with my girls (and bonus awesome concerts). I also wouldn't say no to a significant other this year, or a dramatic and exciting (but positive!) change in my life (say, moving to a new place).

In exchange, I will try to: be more fiscally responsible and take better care of myself and surroundings.

Friends?
~Kelsey

...In other news, last night after our casual family party some friends and I randomly decided to go to the Rose Parade. They hadn't done it in years and years and I'd never gone because I fail at being a Californian. It's something you kind of have to camp out overnight to do, so we loaded up chairs and sleeping bags and blankies and scarves and gloves and hats and hit the road at around 2 a.m. Got there and were set up by four, slept fitfully and briefly, greeted the first sunrise of the new year shivering and cranky, didn't kill anyone, watched a parade, ate some food, came home and slept like an unconscious dead thing, and then I enjoyed a bit of my family's traditional New Years festivities (College football and homemade Eggs Benedict, mmm).

However, I had the beginnings of a mild cold on Tues and Wed, after a night with little sleep in 40 degree air? Less minor.

I know a lot of you don't live/vote in California, and those that do are already planning to vote No on Proposition 8. If you know anyone who ISN'T planning on voting no, though, I'd appreciate if you pass my story on.

(If none of this applies to you, I'd still appreciate you reading and maybe hitting me up with a hug.)

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So, how was your Saturday night?

...Yeah, so, I totally missed the earthquake. Because I'm cool. I'm a little disappointed, actually.

Anyway, I'm fine and not dead and all of those things. Although I did get hit by a tree this morning. And burned by burritos.

* The problem with hitting up concerts multiple nights in a row is that it feels SO WEIRD when there aren't anymore for awhile. Which is my excuse/rationale for telling citibyrd "Yes, we should definitely randomly drive to Las Vegas to see MCR at the end of March a week before we see them at Bamboozle Left!" So, yeah, that's happening. As of now I will have been to concerts every month November '07 - April '08. If I can find something in May, it'll be through June.

* I am pretty sure I haven't mentioned it here, but I got a really awesome fantastic internship about a week ago doing something involving my actual career goal. I'm pretty stoked about it. I don't want to talk too much about it here, because as we've all learned, blogging about your job really never ends well, but I'll give up some details via e-mail. The downsides to this thing are 1) it doesn't pay 2) the hours are fairly intense especially since 3) I'm still working for the Indy AND taking a couple of classes which start tomorrow. Whatever. Worth it.

I really thought there were other things I wanted to post about, but... Oh. Yeah.

* It was really pretty today. 70ish and all the flowers are blooming. In our yard there's like a wreath of violets and narcissus around the base of a silk tree and it's ridiculously pretty and quaint looking. I love violets. A lot. A lot, a lot. There's this one little plant of it growing right in the middle of the lawn. It has a flower and everything. It's kind of stupidly adorable.

* Valentine's candy is 50 - 75% off. \o/ Yes, I am buying myself heart-shaped boxes of chocolate because no one else will. So what?

Guess who spent the day with one of her most favorite people ever?

ME!

blkqueenphoenix had a fangirly thing to do in Hollywood today and she invited me because we see each other never. So, spent the day with my awesome and beloved Nateling.

Our shenanigans were pretty mild, considering. There was no getting locked in, or not getting locked in anywhere. No getting lost. There was pizza and outdoor marketing, because those are things we always seem to accidentally do together. She did try to run me over at one point, and I did spend the evening at a screening I had no interest in, but, you know, there was no police involvement or anything.

Plus we went to Amoeba, which, I finally feel like a cool L.A. resident for having gone to, and walked past the ArcLight Cinerama Dome which I never knew exactly where it was but now I do and it's not hard to get to but the tickets are like $15 and I'm not THAT fond of movies.

And, and, Nate has to come back into L.A. on the 27th so I will be latching myself to her for the evening and being amused. And I decided we should go to Disneyland again, so hopefully tha will happen in the next few weeks.

Only downside is this is the second friend in like two or three weeks who has come to visit me that I have not gone to the diner with. I think the last person I went to the diner with was Emily. In, like, October. (singingchipmunk! court_jesster! The situation is getting dire! The diner NEEDS us!)

Also one of these Sundays I am totally going to go to the farmer's market on purpose and buy veggies and stuff. And possibly go to Amoeba with a list of things to buy (Vinyl! Cool awesome vinyl that will justify my owning a record player!), they had pretty decent prices, considering, and an excellent used section. And then go to Hollywood and Highland and try one of the cream puffs that are supposed to be the best ever. And pick up bagels at Union Bagel. Someday I'm going to have a really awesome Sunday just me wandering Hollywood. I kind of can't wait, except I have to. Honestly? That would be a day that would totally justify getting a train at 7am to head into the city.

And now that blkqueenphoenix has texted me that she is home and not dead I am going to crash like a tired crashing thing.

One of the things I love about living in California (okay, there are a lot of things I love about California but I'm still getting the hell OUT) is knowing stupid references on t.v. and in movies, like being able to spot an In 'N Out cup at 100 paces. Or like how ( tiny insignificant Studio 60 spoiler and commentary that follows which you should read whether you care about Studio 60 or not, just don't want to spoil people who might )

I was going to talk about other things, like how I've cooked lately. (French Toast, Seafood Udon, Shepherd's Pie, and Egg Drop soup respectively). With mixed results, but cooking. 95% microwave free! I'm so proud. And I do like cooking, I do, it's just such a pain cooking for one and it takes THOUGHT and EFFORT. Two of my not favorite things.

The other thing I need to discuss is how certain people have gotten me sneaking around reading certain fic and downloading certain music. It is annoying and since I haven't commented to any of said fic they probably don't know I am talking about them, but I am. I AM dammit. This is so not cool and I can't stop it.

Seems like I had other stuff to whine about... Oh, yeah, I'm totally going to fail college and I do not care, at all. I'm super, super apathetic lately. I miss caring.

I can't even get inspired to change my layout (though if you have ideas for a new and awesome header I'm not opposed to suggestions), much less come up with an idea for fic even though I really REALLY want to write. SO bad. But not my Walter Scott paper which is due tomorrow and is so far less than half-assed.