Yes, this Jew is acknowledging Christmas this year WITHOUT scorn.
In fact, I am celebrating it.
I even got a Christmas gift too!! Holy moly!
Tickets to see the Seattle Symphony Orchestra do Beethoven's 9th
(aka Ode to Joy)
with a nice dinner before hand
I've been wanting to go to the symphony since I was in high school
right after I left the orchestra hall in Chicago (on a lovely band trip).
This time I will be sitting next to someone I actually like.
Wow, what a month this has been!
December has just been this wild whirlwind of emotions
and it has swept me off my feet!
I have a feeling on NYE, when the clock strikes midnight,
I might just get misty.
Finally turning the page and starting a new chapter.
In the wise words of Alanis Morrisette...
I'm broke, but I'm happy
Happy holidays all!
Friday, December 25, 2009
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Oh please!
Yesterday I ventured to my most favorite little produce stand.
To find that it was closed for produce sales
but open for christmas tree and wreath sales.
Why why why why why?
IS NOTHING SACRED?!?!?!
(except for Jesus)
To find that it was closed for produce sales
but open for christmas tree and wreath sales.
Why why why why why?
IS NOTHING SACRED?!?!?!
(except for Jesus)
Friday, December 11, 2009
A bottle of champagne with my name on it
Approximately four years ago, in summer, while attending a moped rally in Seattle, I decided to drop in on an information session for the University of Washington's Physician Assistant program.
The following February, my parents and I flew to Seattle to visit, and I made a point to take them to campus. I told them I wished to move to Seattle to go to U of W.
That August, I picked up and moved across the country to be closer, not only to my lovely friends, but to this lofty goal.
Years following were spent writing essays, retaking courses, not partying with my buddies,and stressing out to the max.
I applied once and got rejected.
Applied a second time and was asked to interview.
I was sure I blew it.
But just the other day, I got the phone call.
Out of 700+ people who applied, they chose me and 30 others to be in their class.
They chose me! Me me me me!!!
After I listened to that voice mail at work, I ran to the bathroom and immediately started sobbing.
It was like I had been holding my breath for months and months and I was finally able to forcefully exhale.
All of my anxiety and self doubt was let go over a sink and into paper towel.
After wanting this for eight years and working herself to the bone.
Finally! Finally! This girl is getting what she deserves!
Now it's time for me to prepare for the most intensely challenging, yet incredibly rewarding 27 months of my life.
Not to mention, tremendous financial strife.
Four plus years of medical school crunched down into two!
I will be doing things I have only dreamed of, performing major surgery, prescribing medications, and in general, being highly respected and heavily relied upon in the medical community.
Holy shit, I can't believe this is happening to me.
Let's get fucked up!
The following February, my parents and I flew to Seattle to visit, and I made a point to take them to campus. I told them I wished to move to Seattle to go to U of W.
That August, I picked up and moved across the country to be closer, not only to my lovely friends, but to this lofty goal.
Years following were spent writing essays, retaking courses, not partying with my buddies,and stressing out to the max.
I applied once and got rejected.
Applied a second time and was asked to interview.
I was sure I blew it.
But just the other day, I got the phone call.
Out of 700+ people who applied, they chose me and 30 others to be in their class.
They chose me! Me me me me!!!
After I listened to that voice mail at work, I ran to the bathroom and immediately started sobbing.
It was like I had been holding my breath for months and months and I was finally able to forcefully exhale.
All of my anxiety and self doubt was let go over a sink and into paper towel.
After wanting this for eight years and working herself to the bone.
Finally! Finally! This girl is getting what she deserves!
Now it's time for me to prepare for the most intensely challenging, yet incredibly rewarding 27 months of my life.
Not to mention, tremendous financial strife.
Four plus years of medical school crunched down into two!
I will be doing things I have only dreamed of, performing major surgery, prescribing medications, and in general, being highly respected and heavily relied upon in the medical community.
Holy shit, I can't believe this is happening to me.
Let's get fucked up!
Thursday, November 26, 2009
goodness throughout
Thanksgiving may be my favorite holiday.
I find myself overflowing with warmth and love on this day,
year in and year out.
I want to cook a feast and drink copious amounts of mulled wine.
I want to hug and kiss all of my lovely friends.
It's the only day of the year where I really crave spending the whole entire day with my family.
But since I can't curl up on their living room couch with a cup of coffee and watch the Thanksgiving Day Parade (the one in Detroit, of course!) on channel 4 with them...
...I will spend the day with my other family.
My Seattle friends are the most amazing people
and they do a real good job at keeping me from getting homesick.
Anyway, I just returned from the city of brotherly love a few days ago.
I lost my phone and had no concept of time the whole weekend.
It's a pretty sweet town and I was reunited with some really sweet folks
(also a really sweet cat, Elliot).
Went crazy amounts of vintage clothing shopping (they have the best vintage stores)
Drank at a bar that ONLY sold PBR.
Got classy.
Saw an adorable play for free at the Walnut Street Theatre, which I guess is considered the oldest theatre in America
and scored a free piece of handmade jewelry from the house manager.
Visited a medical oddities museum after my Drexel interview
Ate my very first Philly cheesesteak and almost vomited right after I finished half.
A pretty successful and quirky trip.
I was so well taken care of and they had the most gorgeous weather.
I wish one more day.
And wish I hadn't broken my camera while trying to load film into it.
Although a pretty cool town, it made me realize how spoiled I am living here.
We have yards in Seattle! I hope everyone cherishes their yards!
Really, love your yard!
As someday, you may have to move to Philly and not have one.
Kiss that grassy ground beneath your feet.
On an unrelated note, since I am not a domestic goddess like Arianna Barrans, how does one properly reheat french press coffee sans microwave? I MUST KNOW!!!!
I find myself overflowing with warmth and love on this day,
year in and year out.
I want to cook a feast and drink copious amounts of mulled wine.
I want to hug and kiss all of my lovely friends.
It's the only day of the year where I really crave spending the whole entire day with my family.
But since I can't curl up on their living room couch with a cup of coffee and watch the Thanksgiving Day Parade (the one in Detroit, of course!) on channel 4 with them...
...I will spend the day with my other family.
My Seattle friends are the most amazing people
and they do a real good job at keeping me from getting homesick.
Anyway, I just returned from the city of brotherly love a few days ago.
I lost my phone and had no concept of time the whole weekend.
It's a pretty sweet town and I was reunited with some really sweet folks
(also a really sweet cat, Elliot).
Went crazy amounts of vintage clothing shopping (they have the best vintage stores)
Drank at a bar that ONLY sold PBR.
Got classy.
Saw an adorable play for free at the Walnut Street Theatre, which I guess is considered the oldest theatre in America
and scored a free piece of handmade jewelry from the house manager.
Visited a medical oddities museum after my Drexel interview
Ate my very first Philly cheesesteak and almost vomited right after I finished half.
A pretty successful and quirky trip.
I was so well taken care of and they had the most gorgeous weather.
I wish one more day.
And wish I hadn't broken my camera while trying to load film into it.
Although a pretty cool town, it made me realize how spoiled I am living here.
We have yards in Seattle! I hope everyone cherishes their yards!
Really, love your yard!
As someday, you may have to move to Philly and not have one.
Kiss that grassy ground beneath your feet.
On an unrelated note, since I am not a domestic goddess like Arianna Barrans, how does one properly reheat french press coffee sans microwave? I MUST KNOW!!!!
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
sweet potato dreams
Holy shit, it's November already?!
This busy bee does not have time to post.
Life has moving very fast. Moving very forward...very fast!
I simply can't keep up with it all.
I really need to be more disciplined as far as blogging goes.
It is so much easier to document events around the same time that they occur,
but whatevs.
I will try to recap the past month or so, in fragment sentences:
A most perfect day with lovely ladies, filled with miles of pumpkins and costume creations.
Consistently going on the most rad dates with a pretty rad dude.
Getting back on my moped for a ride down memory lane.
The most classy/trashy bachlorette party filled to the brim with penis props.
The raddest party I have ever been to while attached to a black tub and a foam rainbow.
A lovely trip to humble Bellingham.
And the biggest event of all....I scored two interviews to grad school!!!!!
So much more awesome then the several rejections of 2008.
I just purchased my very first power suit.
And I am hoping my new Molskine will organize my life for me.
I go to Philadelphia for #1 in three days! Oh fuck!
On a way more interesting note, I am sitting at a coffee shop next to a group of six middle aged individuals, discussing L.A.R.P.ing and fumbling with ten different 12-sided die on the table. One had just purchased a book called "Gaming Geeks" from the upstairs bookstore. In eavesdropping on the conversation, I heard one woman say, "I've been a LARPer since 1985. I am striving to be the woman that goes out at midnight to dig holes in peoples backyards. I want to be the woman that people tell really weird stories about. We are gamers, we are proud".
Do not even get me started about how exciting this was to me. Just don't!
Now, I will leave you with a brief, profound conversation between two homeless buddies while on the bus.
Homeless buddy #1: Oh man, I am soooo drunk!
Homeless buddy #2: Naw man, you're not drunk. The bus is drunk!
This busy bee does not have time to post.
Life has moving very fast. Moving very forward...very fast!
I simply can't keep up with it all.
I really need to be more disciplined as far as blogging goes.
It is so much easier to document events around the same time that they occur,
but whatevs.
I will try to recap the past month or so, in fragment sentences:
A most perfect day with lovely ladies, filled with miles of pumpkins and costume creations.
Consistently going on the most rad dates with a pretty rad dude.
Getting back on my moped for a ride down memory lane.
The most classy/trashy bachlorette party filled to the brim with penis props.
The raddest party I have ever been to while attached to a black tub and a foam rainbow.
A lovely trip to humble Bellingham.
And the biggest event of all....I scored two interviews to grad school!!!!!
So much more awesome then the several rejections of 2008.
I just purchased my very first power suit.
And I am hoping my new Molskine will organize my life for me.
I go to Philadelphia for #1 in three days! Oh fuck!
On a way more interesting note, I am sitting at a coffee shop next to a group of six middle aged individuals, discussing L.A.R.P.ing and fumbling with ten different 12-sided die on the table. One had just purchased a book called "Gaming Geeks" from the upstairs bookstore. In eavesdropping on the conversation, I heard one woman say, "I've been a LARPer since 1985. I am striving to be the woman that goes out at midnight to dig holes in peoples backyards. I want to be the woman that people tell really weird stories about. We are gamers, we are proud".
Do not even get me started about how exciting this was to me. Just don't!
Now, I will leave you with a brief, profound conversation between two homeless buddies while on the bus.
Homeless buddy #1: Oh man, I am soooo drunk!
Homeless buddy #2: Naw man, you're not drunk. The bus is drunk!
Sunday, October 4, 2009
wonderful times
This is truly, hands down, my favorite time of year.
I am always happiest in autumn.
I've been baking and eating and drinking pumpkin.
I keep a constant supply of squash in the house.
I am a devout apple cider drinker.
The sun is shining in the sky
and leaves are crunching beneath my feet.
I have recently received a bread cookbook in the mail,
my book and movie collections have grown considerably,
and I now have someone who has committed to being my cuddle buddy.
The best season ever.
I am always happiest in autumn.
I've been baking and eating and drinking pumpkin.
I keep a constant supply of squash in the house.
I am a devout apple cider drinker.
The sun is shining in the sky
and leaves are crunching beneath my feet.
I have recently received a bread cookbook in the mail,
my book and movie collections have grown considerably,
and I now have someone who has committed to being my cuddle buddy.
The best season ever.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Crisp no longer
What can destroy a beautifully delicious basil plant in one day?
Was it the hot weather?
Was my landlady too rough with the water pressure?
Do the spiders in my backyard know I hate them so in return they ate my food?
Do the wilted leaves signify a frown because I left the city to relax at a friends cabin?
Oh my lovely herb, you will be missed.
Was it the hot weather?
Was my landlady too rough with the water pressure?
Do the spiders in my backyard know I hate them so in return they ate my food?
Do the wilted leaves signify a frown because I left the city to relax at a friends cabin?
Oh my lovely herb, you will be missed.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Sunday, August 16, 2009
when it rains....
I haven't written in this thing for awhile for the plain and simple fact that I have been having too much fun.
Yes, it's possible.
Several dance parties, traveling, magic brownies, friends old and new.
I know I have been having too much fun
because my list in my mind of things I need to get done,
nothing has a slash through it. NOTHING!
That, and two alcoholic beverages doesn't make me tipsy anymore. Maybe five now.
Gross!
And there is something going on every weekend/visitors in town/going out of town for the next month.
I want to freeze time like that android girl from Out of This World (best TV show ever)!
So I wouldn't be bothered or tempted by anything or anyone.
It would just be me and my Hewlett Packard, trying to come up with the best way to sell myself in paragraph form.
There's so much work to do and it all needs to get done well and fast, because I feel some big waves being made in my life.
I just got hit with one today and because I did not expect it, I was left with a whole bunch of water up my nose and in my ears.
Now I'm sitting eating cheesecake looking out my window wondering when my landlady's fig tree is going to progress. I can't wait to be a thief.
Yes, it's possible.
Several dance parties, traveling, magic brownies, friends old and new.
I know I have been having too much fun
because my list in my mind of things I need to get done,
nothing has a slash through it. NOTHING!
That, and two alcoholic beverages doesn't make me tipsy anymore. Maybe five now.
Gross!
And there is something going on every weekend/visitors in town/going out of town for the next month.
I want to freeze time like that android girl from Out of This World (best TV show ever)!
So I wouldn't be bothered or tempted by anything or anyone.
It would just be me and my Hewlett Packard, trying to come up with the best way to sell myself in paragraph form.
There's so much work to do and it all needs to get done well and fast, because I feel some big waves being made in my life.
I just got hit with one today and because I did not expect it, I was left with a whole bunch of water up my nose and in my ears.
Now I'm sitting eating cheesecake looking out my window wondering when my landlady's fig tree is going to progress. I can't wait to be a thief.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Cool runnings
At one point today, I had the overwhelming urge to toboggan come over me.
How can I make that happen, I wonder, in the middle of an amazing summer in a very urban setting.
How can I make that happen, I wonder, in the middle of an amazing summer in a very urban setting.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
An addition..
..to the last post.
I just heard my neighbor through the fence say "Honey, will you go sit with the goats for a bit to shut them up?"
GOATS! PLURAL!
I just heard my neighbor through the fence say "Honey, will you go sit with the goats for a bit to shut them up?"
GOATS! PLURAL!
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Neighbors
I don't just live next to chickens anymore, oh no.
There is a new addition to the Greenlake farm.
Only a thin wooden fence separates me
from a very very vocal goat (more specifically, a kid).
There is a new addition to the Greenlake farm.
Only a thin wooden fence separates me
from a very very vocal goat (more specifically, a kid).
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Mostly appreciative
Dear Seattle,
You do such a good job at feeding me. Cherries, plums, and apples on trees, all ripe for the picking and within a one block radius of my humble abode! There's no way a girl's gonna starve in this fair town. No sir!
Also, one more thing, Seattle. On a totally unrelated note.
I've become aware of a lot of "heavy breathers" sitting in the back of the bus with me. Sooo much huffing and puffing while at rest, I've noticed recently. What's up with that? I can hear them over my head phones! Maybe there aren't enough hills after all?
With much love,
Kim
You do such a good job at feeding me. Cherries, plums, and apples on trees, all ripe for the picking and within a one block radius of my humble abode! There's no way a girl's gonna starve in this fair town. No sir!
Also, one more thing, Seattle. On a totally unrelated note.
I've become aware of a lot of "heavy breathers" sitting in the back of the bus with me. Sooo much huffing and puffing while at rest, I've noticed recently. What's up with that? I can hear them over my head phones! Maybe there aren't enough hills after all?
With much love,
Kim
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Having a glass of ice water on a gross, sticky summers day
is similar to having your bestest, closest friends in town to cuddle and bum around with.
It's when you can close your eyes and let out that big sigh that you've been holding in for weeks and weeks.
The feeling of "home" is all around me and I can't stop smiling.
It's when you can close your eyes and let out that big sigh that you've been holding in for weeks and weeks.
The feeling of "home" is all around me and I can't stop smiling.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
I've figured it out!
The most stressful part about applying to grad schools is not this
or missing out on this
or better yet
but the fact that I am going to be doing a shit ton of this
I just calculated over $1000 bucks in application fees (Stanford being $100 alone).
So, how do I make some fast cash without selling my body or my moped?
Anyone wanna DropCash for my success?
I promise you all prescription narcotics after receiving my degree!
I will not disappoint!
or missing out on this
or better yet
but the fact that I am going to be doing a shit ton of this
I just calculated over $1000 bucks in application fees (Stanford being $100 alone).
So, how do I make some fast cash without selling my body or my moped?
Anyone wanna DropCash for my success?
I promise you all prescription narcotics after receiving my degree!
I will not disappoint!
Saturday, June 27, 2009
So, here I am...
....jumping on the bandwagon. Well, it's more like falling off the bandwagon, then trying eagerly to climb back on again, because sleeping on the concrete for six months just got real old.
I think this may just be an outlet for random thoughts and run-on sentences. I found from my last blog, that trying to write at length about life events just got too demanding, and I abandoned it.
So, I guess I've been wondering...
How much does one have to weigh to not slide around on Metro bus seats when stops are made? Does everyone slide? I know how inertia works and all, but I'm curious, if I weighed 100 pounds more, would I be secure in my seat?
I think this may just be an outlet for random thoughts and run-on sentences. I found from my last blog, that trying to write at length about life events just got too demanding, and I abandoned it.
So, I guess I've been wondering...
How much does one have to weigh to not slide around on Metro bus seats when stops are made? Does everyone slide? I know how inertia works and all, but I'm curious, if I weighed 100 pounds more, would I be secure in my seat?
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