Your skin is something that I stir into my tea

I'm looking at the bulletin board that's resting on my desk right now. There are two postcards/fliers that are pinned to the cork that advertise two separate cd releases. They came to school with me partly because they're colorful and add contrast to their desaturated yellow background. But I also like looking at them because they remind me of First Friday in Philadelphia. In two simple pieces of slightly sturdier paper with some colorful print, there are memories that span three years. I have my art teachers, my Art Kidz and memories of super street art all squished into the postcards. I haven't really ever payed any attention to the actual writing but now as I'm glancing over, I realize that the top one says "We are all part of a dream you're having." You don't know how many times I've thought about the fact that a large chunk of my life could be a dream. What if I'm still a naive twelve year old, ready for the big world, who is just stuck in some little land? What if I dreamed the last year of my life and I'm still waiting to graduate high school? I'm going to start paying attention to little details like the tiny writing on the cd release flier. I think it'll do me good.

Recently, the word "accomplished" has been an extremely prominent term in my vocabulary. I am very proud to say that. Last weekend was too hectic and way too sheltered but resulted in the before mentioned prominent term. I "forgot" to do my philosophy paper until the weekend before it was due. So last Saturday I spent hours upon hours (only the night time. hehe) writing about functionalism. I only got like 3 pages done that night so I had to spend the entire day Sunday typing up 7 pages. It was scary cause I had absolutely no faith that I would complete it on time for my Monday afternoon class. But, I did manage to finish it Sunday night and I have a feeling it's at least a B+. So overall, the feeling I had Sunday night was super super. Along with the idea of schoolio, I got all the classes I wanted so I'm pretty excited about that. Also, while in English class, my professor told me I have the soul of a poet. Besides some recent compliments that make me fluttery, that was a great one that I really appreciate. ACCOMPLISHED.

When dealing with friends and others, I feel super excited about that topic. I have been hanging around the same group of people for the past few weeks and I am perfectly content with that. Sandra and I have found ourselves on the sixth floor of Florence quite frequently lately. We usually hang out in Joe and Isaac's room and listen to the Apple Barrel boys serenade us with their love songs. BAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I seriously can't get enough of Joe and Matt's singing. And good news, Sandra and I are part of the actual recording for "Brandon You Suck!" Other accomplishments that occur on the floor include watching an entire season of Frisky Dingo (hilarioussss), setting up my Sega from the early 90's and kicking some ass with The Lion King, The Berenstain Bears, Crystal Pony and a buttload of Sonics. I've also managed to solidify my weird by keeping Brandon awake well past his breaking point at close to four in the morning :3 hahaha! But that is completely not my fault...ok. maybe a little bit. It was fun to talk about our interests even though he doesn't like my indie movies and I don't believe in movies that come in sets of three. It's fine...he'll see my point eventually! bahahaha. ACCOMPLISHED.

-Hey Kim, do you have any more accomplishments that you'd like to share with everyone?
-Actually, Bloggy, I do. Thank you for asking.

Kim as an artist is happening as well. I have gotten a bunch of offers for tattoo drawings from various friends. I'm excited to draw for people, but it's a little intimidating to think that something I draw will be permanently stuck on someone's inner arm or lower abdomen. If I keep getting offers to draw for people, I might just have to change my major to "Sick ass tattoo designer" That's got a nice ring to it right? I've also been asked by Brother Bear Joe to draw the cover art for his cd. That's exciting as well. It's funny that people ask me before professional people. Guess it's cause I don't charge. Maybe I should change that... : / just kidding. except i'm not. Overall, I like that I can be the one people feel comfortable coming to for artist woes. And I especially like the way in which I am being viewed. The poet's soul on top of being the artist is cool cool cool. ACCOMPLISHED.

A list of things that aren't as accomplished:
-Becoming "Kimmy Hendrix" to the fullest capacity. Teach me how to play left handed guitar so that I can be as rockin and rollin as possible. jeeezee. Then get me a ukulele/harmonica.
-Where am I living next year?

I know that I already put Joanna Newsom in my blog. But my god, I cannot stop listening to this song. I bounce between this song and "This Side of the Blue" but this one has a bit more weight behind it. It is so incredibly written and the way she sings it is perfect. It makes me feel like a child until I actually listen to what she's saying. It's called Clam, Crab, Cockle, Cowrie. Pure and Beautiful and True.