T-Minus 12 Days

Wait.
T-Plus 12 days.
That's how long it's been since I've blogged.
So, I'm sure you all assume I have been doing much much more fascinating things, but that my friends, is where you would be wrong.
Not that life isn't good right now, because it is.
It's just very...dull.
I haven't really left my room all day.
My dirty, in much need of a cleaning, funky smelling room.
With no DVR.
But-I am in charge of planning, shopping for, and cooking all our dinners starting next week.
And believe it or not, I'm really excited.
I haven't cooked in a long time and I miss it. And grocery shopping by myself makes me feel grown up (especially when I can drive myself there)

Would it be a Kymi blog without a music shoutout?
I have yet to hear a Miniature Tigers song that I dislike.
It's like they don't know how to make a bad song.
Although, I haven't heard all of the songs off their new album, "Tell it to the Volcano" (genius album name, I might add.)
But I think I'm going to buy it next week.
Not like I currently have an ipod to put the songs on, but songs don't expire.

I wish I had juicy boy gossip to spill out onto here, but I really don't.
Not like my life is normally filled with boys beyond belief, but I don't even have a crush.
Pathetic, right?
All I do is stare at the cute boy in my U.S. History class and picture what he would look like when laughing, or when taking pictures, or other fun everyday activities we could do as a couple.
I'm such a creep it's unbelievable.

My mind is engulfed in New York City thoughts lately.
It's been my dream since I was 9, if you exclude last year when I had my heart set on Hawaii.
Well, I do still want to apply to UH and Hawaii Pacific University, but they come second to New York.
I even wrote out a pro and con list of both states and their colleges on a note to Cierra.
Weather was a big factor, but now I've decided I want to move to Manhattan so bad not even freezing cold temperatures could stop me.
Everytime I see NYC on tv, (which happens more frequently than I would have imagined) I start thinking about college again.

I miss CASEE. ALOT.
College is awesome, (all of my classes were cancelled yesterday, and I even debated if I should go because I love hanging out there with friends and getting new stuff and people watching) but CASEE was the best.
I really want to go back next year, but things change, and it's not like all my friends are going back.
But I've always wanted to be in Mr. Hogg's class (after surviving Watrin it's like I've earned it.)
And I think it would be awesome to be an upperclassmen there.
To ease my CASEE-missin' blues, I think I'll go there sometime soon and take a walk on the loop trail or something.

Lost comes back in January...
I'm excited but DAMN YOU Abc for making me wait so long.

I can't think of anything exciting that's happened recently.
Well, Gundy's volvo did break down on my street the other day, which was pretty funny.
Sara and I pulled up from Clark, and were talking about who the random number that kept calling me was, when we saw Gundy (waving the cell phone that was the random number) and Garret with two cars in front of my neighbor's house.
We soon found out that Gundy's Volvo stopped working when he tried to make it up the hill on our street, so we drove back to our house to find starter fluid, which we didn't have, nor did we know what it looked like.
Garret drove to our house to park his car, but I don't remember why, and then ran back to where we were.
Then Sara, Garret, and I pushed Gundy's car ALL the way down our street thinking that that would start the car, but of course it was an automatic. Ha Ha.
When my parents got home, they looked at it and weren't sure what was wrong either, so Garret and Gundy went and got starter fluid which they didn't need, and Gundy called his dad and found out something slipped off in the car.
So, we sat in Garret's car, met Woodrow, and listened to his very loud speaker system.
All I know is I am not buying a volvo anytime soon. Sorry Chelsey.

I sure am in a traveling mood.
Whether it be to New York or a foreign country, I'd be there in a second if someone just handed me a ticket.
I don't think I ever get out of traveling moods, come to think of it.
But do I travel? Nope.
When I turn 18-watch out seven continents-you're about to get explored.
That sounds like a creepy pick-up line..."You're about to get explored."

I've said it before, and I'll say it again-I'm an awesome cupid.
Last night at the game, I brought Izzie over to her knight-in-shining-trumpet player. (Or some other instrument that's in the band that he plays.)
And she got two hugs. And had the biggest grin on her face.
Needless to say Cierra, Sara and I were screaming in the stands.
Kymi-Cupid strikes again.
I'm thinking about picking up a career as the white, female version of Hitch.
Just a thought.

I have an essay to write that I've had a week and a half to write.
I haven't started, and it's due in 48 hours.
It's times like these that make me miss summer.

Everyone is at homecoming right now, having a wonderful time, I'm sure.
Maybe I'll stop being a social outcast and attend winterball this year.
Who knows.
I just know that I've got an essay I need to avoid like the plague.