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Name: Kristin
Country: United States
State: North Carolina
Birthday: 9/29/1983
Gender: Female
Interests: call me a dork, but i love school. i like doing homework and i enjoy being busy with schoolwork.
i am a sport fanatic. i LOVE foosball, ultimate, flag football, softball, street hockey, and racquetball. i just like volleyball and maybe tennis.
Expertise: i am an expert in being ME.
seriously though, folks...how many of you can really, truly, honestly say that about yourselves...?
(food for thought...)
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AIM:  starryeyedkris
Member Since:
6/9/2004
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| i'm back at xanga, back from spain, back in indy, back with drew, and back in action!
in two days i will celebrate my year xanga anniversary.
wish me congratulations. or wish me a more productive life.
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| i made my first step out into a new world. yesterday i bought a
pair of converse all stars...! they're not the Chucks all you
cool emo kids wear, but they are still the flat soled, thick laced,
wanna be bball shoes that everyone loves - me included.
the next few days here in high point will consist of seeminly small
details that may not seem important to you but they, in fact, are
extremely important to me. for one, they are the minute tasks
that will summingly take up the majority of my time here in North
Carolina. and that - is good. because i've been here for
too long for me to feel useful. i've outstayed my visit and now
spain is beckoning.
sevilla, baby - here i come!
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| my stomach is full, my heart content, but my mind, racing. there is only so much one can do in weeks full of nothing to satisfy the need to do something. although i complain, i do not regret not being in the middle of an icestorm where you are forced to live in the dark, without candles because we are taylor, no where to pee and nothing to do (yet again). that is jterm in indiana in oh so many words.
meanwhile, the sun is smiling down on me because and only because i am leaving for spain in 3 weeks. please don't miss me while i'm gone. write me instead. :)
tonite and today my dear friend kelly is sitting at home with her knee wrapped in blue and white bandages, fighting the cold ice packs bring to a sore spot and with nothing to do (it does become a theme). so tonight i shall be the knight in shining armour, with a movie in my hand and a cup of ice cream in the other, all the while carrying only the joy of Christ can supply. and with that, i leave for my princess beauty... | | |
| so the other nite, my brother and i had a get together of all Taylor peeps at our house. we made puppy chow and coffee punch and brought together under one roof some of the coolest games (beyond balderdash, pit, loaded questions) and some of the coolest people (me, bran, conor, kirk, kelly, phil, and emily) and one of the coolest nights of your life (yes, that's right - i said YOUR life. it was that cool). i love TU. (and btw, if emily hunt ever won the nobel peach prize it would be for stopping the rioting on 12.03.04 in upland, indiana. how 'bout them apples?)
then last night, we had yet another party (we are the party people.), compliments to megan molloy. we banged out the old year and started in with the new with again, the coolest cats you'll ever see. we watched the funniest commercials of 2004 (some of these foreigners know how to make a racy commercial), conquered the conquest of a drunk man in our house (foreal), and fellowshipped together. could you ask for a better night? uhh. NO.
right now, my feet are cold and my body is sore from sitting down. i'm getting up. and leaving this computer.
peec y'all. | | |
| Today is 3 days after Christmas and 3 days before the New Year. I feel like I"m in limbo. I also feel like I'm so dumb. I need not procrastinate so much. Eventually it'll end up me not being able to go to Spain next semester because I didn't apply for my visa in time. Stupid Kristin.
That encompasses the entirety of my thoughts right now. It's a pretty big thing to be worried about. And I'm definitely stressed. Believe you me. | | |
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