Today…is the last day here!!!

I officially move tomorrow!

No MORE GHETTO!

It’s always nice when things you are dreading and fearing turn out surprisingly well.

Take today for example, well, at least the first part. I went on a snake roundup. My field biology and skills are sorely limited to soil ecology which isn’t really applicable to molecular stuff. So, I went, I tromped, I chased snakes. Not that I actually touched one, but hey, in theory I could have. We were hunting Eastern Plains Garter Snakes and common garters as well as the federally endagered Massasauga Rattlesnake that lives right here in Ohio. And surprise of surprise, our group found at least 7 rattlesnakes in under half an hour – kinda makes me leery about trooping through tall, grassy fields.

But, it was nice. It was sunny, I’m all pinky in the cheeks and they fed me a delicious popsicle. If only there hadn’t been ticks! I hate ticks. They are the primary reason I don’t WANT to do field work. (Dumb reason, perhaps, but there is just something about their little mouth parts STICKING INTO YOU that freaks my ass out….)

why, Xanga’s trying to addict me! like crack dealer’s giving the first snort for free, they gave me a week of premium images…oh…evil xanga! but I have the will power to resist (but only because I haven’t the time to exploit the premium)

I will end with one last thing. This one thing is a thing of great great GREAT excitement…

I MOVE IN THREE DAYS!!!!

Today, I set up my new phone, gas, and electricity. ONE HOUR. ONE FREAKING HOUR TO DO THAT. Stupid stupid waste of time!

However…it did spawn this conversation:

kellybonesOSU: I think the phone guy was flirting with me
kellybonesOSU: and wonder of wonders
kellybonesOSU: I think I flirted back
GoForCo: you think?
kellybonesOSU: I’m unsure
GoForCo: hell, if you think you were flirting you probably were
kellybonesOSU: I was informed that I was his “best phone call of the day”
kellybonesOSU: but considering it was only 1030
kellybonesOSU: it’s still awfully early in the day
kellybonesOSU: I think he just wanted to sell me a cell phone
GoForCo: hmm…how did you flirt back?
kellybonesOSU: I didn’t tell him to shutup?
kellybonesOSU: and I laughed
kellybonesOSU: that for me
kellybonesOSU: is a good day of flirting

okay…

I like to nap in the sunshine, all without pants and stuff (for truly, can you nap comfortabley in pants?)

but after this last dream…perhaps not anymore….

I’m unsure as to the set up of this dream. We needed something, I think it was a medicine or a potion for our community (which was fairly primitive I guess, but had cars, so go figure). So, my sibling and I, and two kittens, we drove to the Grand Canyon to get it. Now, my sister was pregnant in the dream as well as in real life. So…yeah…interesting enough. As well the two cats. But it continues. We park in the parking garage o’ the Grand Canyon and enter this secret passage and unlock this secret door with a secret key (but then leave it unlocked just in case someone else comes, convenient, eh?) She has a backpack with stuff in it, including a kitten as do I (my trusty old army green one). We reach this random little…overhang precipice thing. Good view of the Grand Canyon, not a whole lotta space for manuvering or preggers. Next thing I know, I’m suspended from said precipice by my toys going after something we need that is underneath the overhang (apparently I have wonderful batlike toys). Well, using some bizarre tools (a flashlight, a lighter, a coffee filter, a flour sifter and a cardboard coaster), I manage to get whatever it is that we need, in dust like, really sneezey form. I hand that back up to the pregnant sibling, who tubes it up and places it along with a whole lotta other crap in her backpack (flyers, placemats, trail guide, map, instruction manual, recipe book, diploma were all seen). I then catch the kittens who were turned loose and frollicking on the ledge, off the ledge, down my arms and up my back…and stuff one into each backpack. I shoulder my pack – full of WATER, and FOOD…all the necessities for hiking the canyon – but damn heavy. We head down, in full sunlight, getting all hot and stuffy – so we pause. Sib needs to catch some breath and damn if we’re not sweating like crazy. Low and behold! Like magic on the path there is a big flat spot complete with trees and a fucking huge (for Arizona) lake. Pristine, untouched and completely off the beaten bath. In I head (still with tools of survival and kitten in tow). I refill the bottles of water, Sib dabbles in the water, I lounge (much to kitty carryalong’s disgust but she doesn’t rebell, just looks cranky) and soak up the water which all kinds of clear and smooth and perfect (lord only knows it was probably full of mind killing bacteria or some itty bitty ickle fishes that eat intestines *shudder*) Suddenly, out of NOWHERE, waves! Lots of waves! and splashing…I think “Oh shit, bear!” I guess since it was the Grand Canyon you assume bear? I don’t it. I turn around, a sword in my hand (don’t ask me where it came from, I didn’t put it there) and lo and behold, RAMBO comes loping down the trail and into the water (apparently the waves were a warning? I dunno). He splashs through the water (My sibling has mysteriously disappeared but left behind said backpack, cat and a random shoe box), coming towards me, sunlight streaming, water beading off his body all hard and slick (did I ever mention I have a thing for Rambo? no, not Sylvester Stallone…RAMBO, there is a difference!). He clasps me in his arms and says “Thank goodness you left the secret door to the secret passage unlocked! I’m here to help you with the second step of the thing that you have to do?” Says me, “Where’s Karen?” Says him, “Who cares?” He leans in alarming me, going to kiss me…mmmm Rambo lips…and I panic, I don’t know this man, he’s holding me all kinds of close I can feel all those big muscles under my hands, between my legs, etc…so, I pull myself away and say, “Well, let’s find her and do this then!” I toss him the back pack and he pulls it (along with the resident kitten) on over that damn sexy black wifebeater tanktop and scoops up the shoebox…he smiles at me, shakes his head to remove that water that’s trickling down (a la Charlie’s Angel’s of course) and holds his hand out for mine. I look at it suspiciously, he looks at me we’re at an impasse – narrow path, big bulky man body, he won’t go unless I take his hand and I need to find said pregnant sister….so…I reach for his hand, even though I don’t want to hold it (or at least, I don’t think I want him to know that I want to hold it so I’m pretending that I don’t want to hold it)….

the cat jumps on my head and wakes me up.

So
kids
what do you learn from this dream?
miss kelly has been reading TOO MANY smutty romance novels, that miss kelly has a thing for italian people who can’t act, aren’t really that attractive but have fucking hot bodies…and that miss kelly does NOT get to nap in the sunshine anymore.

You are Marilyn Monroe. You’re a sexy bombshell who
knows how to get what she wants, but sometimes
people underestimate you or misread you and
you’re seen for one thing instead of all that
you are. You can actually be very shy and hard
on yourself, and feel that sexiness is all you
have to offer to people. You will have your
success but be careful that you don’t let
anything consume you completely. Feel better
about how smart you are.

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I’m 23 1/4 today (I know, I still do count the months). My little sister is 10 years younger than me. My niece is 22 years younger than me – she’ll be one in less than a week.

I feel old about half the time. So old that I creak and ache and hate to get up in the mornings. I feel too young the rest of the time, young and inexperience, naive and just…YOUNG.

I find lots of times I’m very divided within myself, over everything. There are parts of me that are very satisfied with my life, there are parts that aren’t. Some of me is passive aggressive, some of me is very aggressive and some of me is very definitely submissive….

more later….maybe?

Buffy is all over.

This is a great sadness.

WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD

(George Weiss / Bob Thiele)

I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world

I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world

The colours of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shakin’ hands, sayin’ “How do you do?”
They’re really saying “I love you”

I hear babies cryin’, I watch them grow
They’ll learn much more than I’ll ever know
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
Yes, I think to myself, what a wonderful world

Oh yeah

Oh God.

Matrix.

Brain full of pretty flashy pictures….

OH.
SMO…
OH.

all I have to say is…Orgasm cake.