I would like to begin this blog with a word about packs of things. (I realize that this sets itself up to sound very stand-up comedian "Whats the deal with reconstruction"-esque, but take it more as the fruit of reflection on a facet of life). I'm writing from Michelle's new shabby chic guest room (a once goth-themed room now...well shabby and chic). Outside I can't help but hear the howls of a pack of coyotes...a long time fear since childhood. When I was a child living on a big hill in Thousand Oaks I lost two cats ("Magic"..who was not so magical. and Grady...who was infact grey) to wandering packs of coyotes. When the cats had gone missing for over a week and a half my mother or father kindly told me that the cats had become "Coyote-tacos". I would be lying to you if I said the loss of the cats had a deep effect on me. It was always bothersome to me that I had to work so hard to get anything out of them where as with my dog I needed to do nothing more to tap on the glass and he would come running. What really bothered me about coyotes was the fact that something was running around my neighborhood in large numbers killing things. I would lay in bed listening to the pack howl as they walked down the street imagining a kind of four-legged west side story without the sassy dancing or gentle twirl of Maria's party dress.
Anyways, for some reason tonight the little heart racing that happened when I first heard the pack howl passed very quickly as I realized that we're all kind of running with a pack. Those of us lucky enough to have a lot of friends can change packs every once in a while, but then we always go home to our pack. Right now michelle is sleeping in her bed with her sister...thats not too far off from two cubs sleeping next to eachother as part of the pack.
I dunno this pack thing maybe totally randon and not make sense to anyone who's not me, maybe its just in my mind because I spent all day with my dog (I took him for a drive and taught him the joys of corned beed).
ANYWAYS!
When I wake up Michelle and I will embark to Disneyland to meet people from school and proceed to have a wonderful time no doubt. Here's to hoping that tomorrow the year of one million dreams includes one of my dreams. Then on wednesday I'll be heading north with Darin on a semi-stereotypical college roadtrip to visit a frenzy of friends. I'm glad to be busy but a little sad knowing that when I come back spring break will be practically over and it will be back to classes, narrow beds, food on university, and hanging out with Gilbert people (one of those is a good thing...its up to you to decided)
I leave you with these thoughts:
If I'm going to go on ranting about random things like that concept of the Pack because of a fear of coyotes i've been toting since I was about three...maybe you want to second guess ever reading my blog.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Saturday, March 15, 2008
A New World...out of Arizona
To start, it has been brought to my attention that there were a number of gramatical errors in my last entry. I would go back and check but as Edna from the Incredibles, my mentor in life, once said "I never look back darling, it distracts from the now." (P.S. that totally should have been my senior quote...damn my Hairspray idea). Anways, I apologize for the gramatical errors but I can't promise there won't be anymore because its hard enough getting my fingers to keep up with my thoughts as they come to me.
To update the asthma situation, because nothing says sexy like an inhailer and blocked bronchial tubes, I went to the doctor on wednesday and had a lovely time. Dr. Stone, a charming young woman with someone masculine tendencies, took my side and blames Arizona...I'm a genius I know. I have to say my favorite part of Kevin's trip to Campus Health was witnessing the three receptionists talk about what they are supposed to do when 50 seems young. One quote that stuck out was "If 50 really over the hill? because if it is its been so long I can't even see the hill anymore. All of them wore those "I'm a fun nurse!" shirts that every one in a doctor's office seems to wear even when their job is in no way nursing related and just consists of sitting at a desk. My favorite was covered in Jesus-esque crosses with little fun lines or sunshine rays or something around them. It seemed to suggest that there was a higher power helping you get bettter...perhaps a nurse that does more than just check you in.
Asthma resolved I continued to work towards the end of the week when I would come home for Spring Break. Thursday night, instead of packing or cleaning my room I did the responsible thing and hung out at the most charming cock roach nest I've ever been in (thank you adam and luke).
When I finally got back to my room, I was met by my very drunk and very amusing roommate who was talking about how much he was talking, a former pet peeve now just silly. I began packing and thats when it hit me...the most brilliant plan since man thought to put 5 divas together and make the spice girls...
Ok, so, I have this tooth paste..
Its crest...orange flavor...I KNOW RIGHT!?!?!? Its quite possibly the most revolting flavoring since doctors decided that grape was a great mask for cough syrup. I detest this tooth paste but I feel bad throwing it away because Mongolian kids busy making my sweaters don't have any tooth paste and me tossing it would be wasteful and unfair. So i put my plan into action and placed the toothpaste in my carry-on blue bag.
I walked through securty and heard my plan working "BAG CHECK!"
The kind young man who I decided to name Karl, unzipped by bag a said "It's your toothpaste man."
"NO PROBLEM!!! Take it! Throw it away!"
Now, you maybe thinking, Kevin...why didn't you just throw the damn toothpaste away. But I didn't want bad karma wasting what Mongolian kids don't have. So now the orange flavored blood is on KARL's hands!!
I'll sleep soundly tonight
To update the asthma situation, because nothing says sexy like an inhailer and blocked bronchial tubes, I went to the doctor on wednesday and had a lovely time. Dr. Stone, a charming young woman with someone masculine tendencies, took my side and blames Arizona...I'm a genius I know. I have to say my favorite part of Kevin's trip to Campus Health was witnessing the three receptionists talk about what they are supposed to do when 50 seems young. One quote that stuck out was "If 50 really over the hill? because if it is its been so long I can't even see the hill anymore. All of them wore those "I'm a fun nurse!" shirts that every one in a doctor's office seems to wear even when their job is in no way nursing related and just consists of sitting at a desk. My favorite was covered in Jesus-esque crosses with little fun lines or sunshine rays or something around them. It seemed to suggest that there was a higher power helping you get bettter...perhaps a nurse that does more than just check you in.
Asthma resolved I continued to work towards the end of the week when I would come home for Spring Break. Thursday night, instead of packing or cleaning my room I did the responsible thing and hung out at the most charming cock roach nest I've ever been in (thank you adam and luke).
When I finally got back to my room, I was met by my very drunk and very amusing roommate who was talking about how much he was talking, a former pet peeve now just silly. I began packing and thats when it hit me...the most brilliant plan since man thought to put 5 divas together and make the spice girls...
Ok, so, I have this tooth paste..
Its crest...orange flavor...I KNOW RIGHT!?!?!? Its quite possibly the most revolting flavoring since doctors decided that grape was a great mask for cough syrup. I detest this tooth paste but I feel bad throwing it away because Mongolian kids busy making my sweaters don't have any tooth paste and me tossing it would be wasteful and unfair. So i put my plan into action and placed the toothpaste in my carry-on blue bag.
I walked through securty and heard my plan working "BAG CHECK!"
The kind young man who I decided to name Karl, unzipped by bag a said "It's your toothpaste man."
"NO PROBLEM!!! Take it! Throw it away!"
Now, you maybe thinking, Kevin...why didn't you just throw the damn toothpaste away. But I didn't want bad karma wasting what Mongolian kids don't have. So now the orange flavored blood is on KARL's hands!!
I'll sleep soundly tonight
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
A New World...shows signs of asthma
Well making this blog was a decision made after a night of not sleeping. For some reason (i blame Tucson) my asthma has been absolutly ridiculous and cosequently I can't really breathe super well. Its definatly amusing because it doesn't get more lame 6th grader that grasping for your inhailer (or "puffer" if you're being fun!) and violently spraying your mouth with this mysterious medical mist that you really would like to believe is helping.
Whenever I have my annual asthma attack (even though this is the first year its happened in Tucson..I still blame Tucson) I am reminded of that charming NickNews special with Linda Elders or whatever her name was. This magical, and somewhat unfortunate looking woman, has handled every heavy subject ever covered on nickelodeon and still does! She sits calmly in front of the camera with her very short haircut (which saw some bleaching in the late 90's...we can't say she's not trendy) and explains everything in a simple to understand, not too shocking way. The nicknews special on asthma used simplified words like "trigger" and "puffer", I was never a fan of children (especially when I was one) and found it obnoxious that they used such juvenile words. Interesting that the boy who would grow to the be 18 years old and carry completely serious conversations about the wonder and talent of Hannah Montana would ever criticize someone for being juvenile.
But I digress from Linda and her work as the kiddie Barbara Walters. I seem to recall that after 9/11 she had a special about racism towards middle eastern people. It was the first time I had seen her in a few years, since she had been removed from her daily spot at 6:30 am with that crazy Mr. Science man who i'm sure no one remembers. Seeing the commercial for her 9/11 don't-hate-athon (not what it was actually called but again..if you're being fun) pretty much shocked me. It hadn't occured to me that people would generalize and blame an entire culture for the acts of a few people. When a realization like that hits at the awkward age of 11 you don't quite know how to respond.
Following the pattern of my 7th grade self, I thought long and hard about what I could do to prevent racism and prejudice and just ended up to play with the possibility of my homosexuality instead.
The sun is pretty much up now and I'm glad there is something else to bother my roommate. I felt bad at 3:30 in the morning breaking the silence with my cough that sounds strikingly similar to the child of an elephant seal and a lawn-mower.
Good Sesh..
~Kevin
Whenever I have my annual asthma attack (even though this is the first year its happened in Tucson..I still blame Tucson) I am reminded of that charming NickNews special with Linda Elders or whatever her name was. This magical, and somewhat unfortunate looking woman, has handled every heavy subject ever covered on nickelodeon and still does! She sits calmly in front of the camera with her very short haircut (which saw some bleaching in the late 90's...we can't say she's not trendy) and explains everything in a simple to understand, not too shocking way. The nicknews special on asthma used simplified words like "trigger" and "puffer", I was never a fan of children (especially when I was one) and found it obnoxious that they used such juvenile words. Interesting that the boy who would grow to the be 18 years old and carry completely serious conversations about the wonder and talent of Hannah Montana would ever criticize someone for being juvenile.
But I digress from Linda and her work as the kiddie Barbara Walters. I seem to recall that after 9/11 she had a special about racism towards middle eastern people. It was the first time I had seen her in a few years, since she had been removed from her daily spot at 6:30 am with that crazy Mr. Science man who i'm sure no one remembers. Seeing the commercial for her 9/11 don't-hate-athon (not what it was actually called but again..if you're being fun) pretty much shocked me. It hadn't occured to me that people would generalize and blame an entire culture for the acts of a few people. When a realization like that hits at the awkward age of 11 you don't quite know how to respond.
Following the pattern of my 7th grade self, I thought long and hard about what I could do to prevent racism and prejudice and just ended up to play with the possibility of my homosexuality instead.
The sun is pretty much up now and I'm glad there is something else to bother my roommate. I felt bad at 3:30 in the morning breaking the silence with my cough that sounds strikingly similar to the child of an elephant seal and a lawn-mower.
Good Sesh..
~Kevin
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