i love when i remember crazy dreams.

i passed out this morning and had the weirdest dream.

i was driving in my car with paige in the passenger seat, and i think grant and scott were following behind us. we were going to grant’s apartment, so i’m not sure why i wasn’t following him… but anyway, we were on like a two-lane road and i come to this turn lane with the intention of turning, but i decide i want to be a badass so i do a quasi-donut, quasi-tokyo drift type of move, and when i straightened out, a white car grazed the back of my car and stopped in the middle of the road from the impact. i just kept driving. grant and scott were still following me, and we ended up backtracking through a neighborhood because we had already passed his place. we finally make it to grant’s apartment, and there are an enormous amount of stairs… and not just in the apartment complex, but in his individual apartment. like four flights of stairs condensed into a single long stair. i look out his window and can see where the car that hit me stopped in the middle of the road, and now there are police cars out there and their trying to get the car out of the road. people are standing around and cars are stopped, and it just looks bad. my conscience starts nagging me, so i decide i’m going to go down and explain what happened to the police so that they don’t put out a warrant for me. i have to walk up and down probably a thousand steps to get out of the apartment. i walk down the street a couple blocks to where the car was, and it isn’t there. it’s not to the side of the road, and the police cars are gone. but on the side of the road where the car was being moved to, there’s an outdoor barbeque going on. i’m kind of hungry, so i go up to get some food, and half of the people there are cops, in their uniforms. i’m getting all nervous, but i decide that there’s plenty of officers to choose from and that i just need to do it. that makes me more nervous, so i find this teenage girl who looks mostly unassuming and looks a little bit like tori spelling when she was on ’saved by the bell,’ and i pull her off to the side toward the road, so that i can practice my story of what happened on her and see if she believes me. so we’re talking by the side of the road, cars are passing by us, and this sporty car pulls up with two chads in it, and the one in the passenger seat leans his head out the window like a chad would, very nonchalant and cocky, and he just looks at us and says “you girls wanna… bop?” the girl and i looked at each other, and that was the end.

i got three text messages before i passed out: a ‘you drunk?’, a ‘goodnight sweet kendall,’ and a mere apostrophe.

hello, hangover.

want ads.

paige and i came up with a very succinct hypothetical singles ad to place in the paper:

“hot girl seeking/insisting upon sex, at her convenience.
must have penis.”

conquistador.

my stitches come out on monday. my arm still looks incredibly gnarly.

i got to create and redirect webpages for two straight hours today. fun, but my eyes hurt.

i get to write an awesome paper this weekend about victorian models of ideal women/wives in jane eyre and david copperfield, whilst intermittently selling tickets to a film festival for six hours straight.

i get to drink gin&tonics and take care of drunkards on saturday.
i get to see conor oberst and jenny lewis on sunday.
i get to try to decide if i’m a good or bad person every day.
i get to worry about what i’m going to do with my life forever.

yaaaaaaaaaay.

ray lamontagne – meg white.mp3 = most precious song ever.

feel sorry for me.

i had a large portion of my arm-flesh removed and it hurts and it looks hideous. i’m like franken-kendall.

i’m stuck in a tornado.

this always happens to me.

in attempt to not be bored, i stretch myself so thin by being involved with an unreasonable amount of things all at once, and then i just hope that i’ll drop dead so i can rest for a minute.

here’s what’s up:
+ school, obviously. had to write my first of seven book reviews for my contemporary fiction class in the span of two days. so difficult! i think the tone of the review is going to come off as very flip, because i don’t know what kind of voice to use if it’s not a scholarly paper (which is basically all i write) so i just revert to my actual voice. we’ll see how that one goes. i also have to write a response to some historic document or other for my ucor class, and i just really don’t care about it, so that’s going to be a hard one to start.

+ internship. it’s going really well and i’m enjoying it, but it’s hard not to imagine how much schoolwork i could be getting done in the ten hours a week i intern at IMAGE. i love the job so far, though: yesterday, i got to sweep the kitchen floor so that it was clean when they had a guest come (and was subsequently called cinderella by everyone for the rest of the day), and i helped mr. wolfe unpack his (millions of) books and then alphabetized them… which was like heaven for me, because i alphabetize/re-organize my books for fun in my free time. so nerdy.

+ lingua! the budget hasn’t even been approved yet, but we’ve already decided how a lot of it is going to be spent once it has. there’s a big film fest that lingua is helping put on in two weeks, and i just met with some people yesterday to talk about how we’re going to advertise and such. my part in that is making an event on facebook and sending an epic e-mail to all the people who have expressed at least some interest in getting involved with lingua. beyond that, we’re planning two events for this quarter, an open-mic night and an art party, so we’re trying to reserve a place on campus to have both of those at. and beyond that, i spent all of yesterday (when i should have been doing my homework) building a website for lingua. it’s still in a work in process, but you can check it out here.

+ and i’m getting sick. not good. i was going to go to a friend’s housewarming party last night, but i felt so much pressure in my sinuses that i couldn’t even see straight, so i decided to forego and pass out in my bed instead.

i live in a neighborhood of assholes.

okay, here’s the backstory:
our neighbors hate us because we’re college kids and pick on us unnecessarily. the lady (we’ll call her bitchface) two houses down has a business she runs out of her home, so she doesn’t want us parking in front of her house. the two houses across the street from us on the corner (we’ll call them assclown and assface) have complained to our landlord that they don’t want us to park in front of their house, because they simply don’t like seeing our cars when they look out their front windows. assclown approached jennie and got all up in her grill, and told her that if our cars were parked in front of his house, he would have us towed. welcome to the neighborhood.

all this being said, they can’t have us towed unless our cars are parked unattended for 72+ hours, and the whole neighborhood is open street parking, which means that, legally, we can park anywhere.

we had a chat with our landlord, and he told us that we didn’t want to make enemies with assface and assclown, so we’ve been making a real effort to not park in front of their houses. in trying to be accomodating to them, i guess i accidentally parked in front of bitchface’s house, for a total of six-or-so hours. obviously a major offense. seriously, there’s so many houses that i’m not supposed to park in front of, i kind of lose track. i see a note on my windshield this morning that says “i think you have an agreement with your landlord to not park in front of my house. possibly he wasn’t clear with you — i’ll give him a call and ask him to reclarify his request/agreement.” bitchface didn’t even sign her name to this extremely mature and not at all passive aggressive note. but really, i’m glad we’re handling this in an adult way and not like middle-schoolers.

gahhhhh… just make it through december, kendall.

jennie and i collaborated on some pumpkin-carving.

i think it turned out pretty well.

yay hilary duff!

debate, shmebate.

i have to say, i didn’t particularly care for the town-hall format of the debates tonight.

another thing i don’t care for is mccain’s personal attacks on obama, the way he referred to obama as “that one” (unwittingly using language typically associated with the idea of “the other”), the way he interrupted obama throughout, and his uncalled-for jab at the moderator tom brokaw. to me, mccain looked entirely desperate, and i think the above comments about his behavior legitimize my claim… his behavior shows that he’s clamoring for attention and support and that he’s losing steam. i had heard that mccain is really good in these town-hall type settings, but i was unimpressed tonight… i thought he did better in the first debate. obama, ever the cool-calm-collected fellow, was the clear winner in my mind. i guess i have a slight bias, though.

best part of the debate: when brokaw told mccain to get out of his way because he was blocking his teleprompter (in so many words). classic.

i went into a diabetic coma tonight.

after watching “nick and norah’s infinite playlist.” too sweet.
nothing gets me like michael cera and a gorgeously awkward girl breaking the ice, bonding over the music, and loving each other like only young people can do.
ah, young love. shit.

the submarines – xavia.mp3
vampire weekend – ottoman.mp3
clap your hands say yeah – satan said dance.mp3