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1:15pm

I just bought a donut for $0.65. It tasted like it should have costed $1.50. I got an A on my first History exam. Literally, I walked out of class gushing. Listening to Wild Cub and thinking that they are most likely going to get me through some tough winter months at school. Now I’m thinking about how difficult it is to incorporate your sibling’s significant other into the family and how I’m going to have to make extra efforts to do so. Life is weird and fantastic and I love it. 

Kels

brotherbearjer:

Considering.

holy cow tempting

A week ago my mom said that I was transitioning

I didn’t really understand why she said it but at 2:27pm today, I felt it. And boy does it feel strange.

To be continued…

Breakfast at 4:13am

I want someone to text or call me at 4:13am and ask if I want to grab breakfast at a dinky diner. Hot pancakes with pecans, crispy bacon, tart orange juice. We don’t have to talk. We can just eat and enjoy each other’s presence. If we did talk, we could discuss heavy topics such as justice in Israel, the path of 21st century education, and fossil fuels, but we don’t have to talk about heavy topics. In between our bites of pancake, we could discuss simple things like who sat in our booth 20 years ago in this exact moment, how long it would take to get dressed without using your arms, or why it’s so disgusting and mentally jarring to see a pencil in the bathroom. All of these simple things I crave right now. Conversation and a good, hot breakfast.


MIDDAY 12:16 P.M. Jeans weather. Long sleeves for the AC. Bike to newsstand, the yogurt place, the good dry cleaner. Try to find appropriate birthday card for J. Unsuccessful. Return to see neighbor has draped his fire escape in Tibetan prayer flags—for the World Cup? Fourth of July? Both? 

I’d really like to do something like this. Life isn’t always about the big moments, it’s about the moments in between too.
MIDDAY 12:16 P.M.
Jeans weather. Long sleeves for the AC. Bike to newsstand, the yogurt place, the good dry cleaner. Try to find appropriate birthday card for J. Unsuccessful. Return to see neighbor has draped his fire escape in Tibetan prayer flags—for the World Cup? Fourth of July? Both?

I’d really like to do something like this. Life isn’t always about the big moments, it’s about the moments in between too.

Oh hay

So I started summer classes at my community college. I’m taking a history class and an aerobic dance class. They’re both very strange, the teachers, the students, the teaching material. Both classes are twice a week and the history class is 4 hours long…It’s rough. But I’m in downtown Royal Oak so I get to walk around and window shop and buy food between classes and just wallow in solace. It feels oh so good. Like that delicious Qdoba kids meal I smashed for lunch. Welp gotta bounce. More on this school thang-a-thang later.

~Kels

Famine or Feast

So today I biked to my interview at this cafe/concert venue/bowling alley/club/pizza place. It’s basically like this magical all-purpose building from the 70s. Anyway, I had all of this time before my interview to get ready, take a shower, etc. But OF COURSE I procrastinated and ended up rushing there. I somehow (all Jesus) managed to get there a few minutes early. The bartender (who actually gave me the application) was there and he told me I could sit at the bar while I waited for the manager to get there. We ended up having a fabulous conversation about how hot and humid it’s been in Michigan, lazy people, and other things. He told me that he couldn’t stand people who “complain about work being too slow and then throw a fit when it’s super busy”. He told me that you have to choose feast or famine. Basically you either suck it up and earn a living or you complain, and ya don’t. “Feast or famine. That’s what you have to think about.” He ended up getting a bunch of customers at the same time that the manager arrived. Even though the interview was the important part (and I’m pretty sure it went really well) me and the bartender’s conversation is what stuck in my mind most prominently. I’m trying to earn a living and pay for college so I’m praying that I get the job there. It looks promising (I think?) Fingers crossed and optimistic as ever!!! I’m hoping to have one heck of a feast. (that was an AWFUL closing).

~Kelsey

Sleep Apnea || BEACH FOSSILS

I’ve been really into mellow chill music and Beach Fossils has to be one of the chillest bands on the planet.

Drama

Drama isn’t always bad. And even though people will try and deny it, they love a little drama in their life. Drama can be the seasoning we need to spice up our lives. No one wants to be dry tasteless chicken or bland pork chops. Heartbreak, divorce, death, depression, those are all different forms of seasonings. Now this is a different kind of drama. Not a high school note passed under your desk during AP History about whether or not that guy from Algebra likes you. No, this is the drama that distinguished William Shakespeare’s plays and made them great rather than good. This is the drama that makes your muscles stronger, makes you hold back tears longer. This is what your character will evolve from. This is what changes the way you watch Romantic Comedies, or what keeps you from laughing at certain jokes, or listening to certain songs. Some people may never know where this “spice” in your character comes from. They’ll ask why you don’t like bowling anymore and why you pick the pepperonis off your pizza. And you can’t explain it to them because that would be giving away the secret ingredients. Some of the most complex and interesting people are those who have been through something. They didn’t ask for drama. Instead, drama sought them out and turned their lives into a Pablo Picasso painting. Reds, greens, and browns thrown together with what seems like no thought. Becoming beautiful only when one is able to look at it then grasp and fully comprehend what the artist meant.