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

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.

I went for a walk last night around the big city of Oshvegas. I was gone an hour and a half. I found many things I never knew existed. There was a bowling alley. There was a Piggly Wiggly. It's kinda sad when you come across something as large as a grocery store that you never knew existed. That's when I started to panic because I thought maybe I was lost. So I walked real fast and I sang as long as I could in my head. Have you ever tried that? It's really kinda funny. You have to pick the right song though. Because I am among the minority in this world that does not own an mp3 player, I must entertain myself by singing in my head. It's true. The wife and I made smores the other night and they were so very tasty.

If I had your phone number at some point in my life, I no longer do. You can give me your number again or just be satisfied in knowing I will never call you ever again. The only numbers I know are the three I have memorized, which does not include my dad's. Everytime he calls me (I haven't saved any numbers because I still have the loaner phone) I answer with the "I don't know you hello" and he's always like, "uhhhhhh, Kristin, it's just me" because I do that every time. And my dad calls me a lot. I call my dad all the time to ask him all those stupid questions in life that sometimes make me feel like Paris Hilton when I ask them out loud. For example, I went to the gas station yesterday. After I finished filling my tank, I realized I could find my key. I looked all over before I realized I left it in the ignition. Not only did I leave it in the ignition, I left the car running. So, I called my dad just to make sure that even though it was after the fact, my car wouldn't blow up as I was driving away. As I was saying it, I realized how much of an idiot I sounded like. But my dad still answers everytime I call. That's love.

I work a 10 hour shift today and I am not looking forward to it. My right ankle keeps giving out again and my toes are bruised. It's weird. If anyone ever wants to play tennis, I'm game. I own 3 tennis skirts.

On the side of the carton of raisins it says: "Raisins will retain their flavor, color, and nutritive value up to two years if stored in the refridgerator. They can be kept even longer if frozen." Who would need to keep a carton of raisins longer than two years? That's all I want to know.

I took my only test today!! Tomorrow is the last day of classes, I have a paper (that's not done) and a project (that's also not done) to turn in. But I'm going out drinking tonight. Irresponsible? you might be asking yourself. But the answer is no. Jenny's coming out. And if Jenny's going out, that means I have to. I wouldn't let "one drink Jenny" show me up. No way. I bought some ink for my printer and the back of the box says "PARTY!" really big. And that's what we'll do.

I went to the dr. yesterday. I am supposed to walk a couple miles a day. If anyone ever wants to go for a walk, I guess it would be a good idea to invite me. He gave me this belt/brace thing that I need to wear. It's not that bad, except it gives me a little square in the back. It compresses my SI joint, and it is my SI joint that keeps falling out of place. So it is a good thing. My doctor kept calling me "Gumby". I would have been on time for work yesterday, but I was 45 min late due to the fact that the dr wanted more xrays. Do you know how many x-rays I have on file? I have x-rays of every part of my body, from my brain (CT scans) to my big toe (I really did have to get an x-ray of my big toe once). But I guess they didn't have the x-ray he wants to see.

Well I am going to go find the warmest clothes I possibly can; it is going to be a long, cold walk to the bars. Why does it have to rain?

Weird things happen in our neighborhood. The other night there were two cop cars and an ambulance in front of our house and a cop came knocking on our door at 3 am. Today I saw a guy walking down the street carrying his bicycle. It wasn't like he was having problems riding it. He was carrying it up high, the top of the bike was over his head and the tires were even with his chest. And he was just walking down the street at a normal pace, like this was common. Our landlord drives his jeep on our sidewalk. I can't wait to move.

I am so broke this week. I think I am going to start one of those charity funds at the bank and call it "Kristin is a poor college student who works 40 hours a week but still has no money probably because she is addicted to bead/craft stores and goes out drinking a lot but she sure would appreciate it if you would donate to her bad habits" fund. Only in order to do that, I would have to drive to the Winnebago County Mental Health Institute, and that is quite a hike from here. And they have the worst hours out of any bank I have ever been to. And I have been to a lot of banks. You could call me a bank whore if you would like.

I have so many papers to write and novels to read and exams to study for and shit to do this week. I can't wait until the next two weeks are over. No summer classes for this girl. I am going to be free to sit around in my underwear and watch Days and go to the beach. I haven't worked out in three weeks, but I am not allowed to. I am supposed to start physical therapy again, but I hardley have any time for the important things in life (such as sleeping, eating, and showering), much less visiting a doctor at least once a week. So I am putting it off. I've gotten so used to my back hurting that if it didn't hurt it would feel strange. Sometimes my back feels better if I sleep on the couch or in the chair downstairs instead of laying flat in my bed. I know that sounds weird. Well, I am going to break out the credit card and go up to the grocery store to buy me some ice cream. I need motivation for this 3000 word paper. I only have 341 words so far.