Check out my (belated) birthday present from my parents…


It’s a 1979 coachman trailer camper! I’ve gone camping in it since I was an itty bitty Kayt and I adore it bunches and bunches. My mum and dad gave me the title to it so it’s all mine… and now I can spiffy it up and pimp it out.

We haven’t gone camping in the camper for a few years now. It’s been folded up and packed away behind our garage, just sitting and waiting.

Today marks my second day off from work and I was about up to you-know-where with the nothing-to-do thing. I mentioned my raging boredom phase to my mum and before I knew what was happening she pulled out the truck and started messing with the camper and dragged me into it. What a pain. I was all clean and pretty and I smelled nice and she was making me dig out bug infested logs and pull at rose bushes to free the camper. But, as it always is with the camper, I got sucked in and took over. I love unpacking and getting all set up. I'm like a freak. The inside smells faintly of mildew and strongly of camp fire smoke. It’s wonderful!



Here is my love in it’s natural environment of mud and rose thorns. There are lots of spiders back there.



The moving process. Here is where I supervise and do lots of authoritative pointing.



Here it is after we had it moved into the garage. It's pseudo-parking spot while it airs out and gets all pimp-ified.



This is my new BESTEST FRIEND EVER! The pressure washer! It’s awesome. I want to clean everything with it!



I’m so proud. See the clean side on the bottom and the dirty on the top? I enjoyed washing a little too much.



And this is my face after being sprayed by the pressure washer. Despite what the smile might lead you on to thinking… it stung like a bitch. And messed up my hair. And I don't have an excuse for the rest.



The clean camper! Notice the key chain (Spark?)?



Random flowers in our garden. You can ignore this picture... it has nothing to do with the rest.



All put together! Ain’t she a beaut!?! I heart her so much. She just needs some sexy patches and some fuzzy dice.



And lastly, a crappy picture of the insides to let you all appreciate the very 70’s feel.

I’m off to go see Serenity with my bro! And i’m wearing a brown shirt with thoughts of all the sweet Browncoats that wont get a chance to see Serenity tonight. And my brown shirt shows off my breasts like “whabam!” with thoughts of all my dirty minded Browncoats that wont get a chance to see Serenity tonight.

Hair depression-- it's a pretty powerful thing... and I was starting to get over it. I had just started to move from the sobbing rage phase to quiet acceptance when I heard my first "though."

Tammy: "You got your hair cut..."
Me: "Hehe, yeah".
Tammy: "It's cute though..."

"Though?" "Though!?!" What?

Translation: "It makes you look like you're a toddler and makes me mostly want to gag, but despite all that I guess it's cute... for a toddler".

Vicki: "You got a hair cut".
Me: "Yup..."
Vicki: "It's not soooooo bad though".

Translation: "That thing on your head... that odd growth with the strange poofage on the left , well, it scares small children and kittens... it's not sooooooo bad though... it doesn’t' t bite."

Go ahead, cut six or seven inches of hair from my head, I can take it... sniffle....

Leave my head alone people! Keep your damn thought’s to yourself!

Fuck though!

Rubble update alert!

Quickie:

Today my manager handed me a watch and told me to take a bit of a look, because more than likely I’d never see one of those again. It was an official NFLRA watch—NFL Referee’s Association. It was pretty. It belongs to Don Wedge, an NFL ref staying with us at the hotel. Shiny.

Also, as far as sports go, we have Ferguson Jenkins staying with us at the moment. If you’re sporty I guess you’ll know who his is. I didn’t. I had to ask him. Apparently he’s a world cup… record… or something baseball pitcher. He even has a bobble head doll. I bobbled it. It was also shiny.

http://www.onlinesports.com/pages/I,PHF-AAGC038-37.html

Yum... Magalicious!

Happy Birthday to you!

Happy Birthday to you!

Happy Birthday dear maguinan!

Happy Birthday to you!

Heart you a big number plus ten much!

Also, enjoy now being of legal age to buy spray paint in Arizona! Joy!

I’ve practically passed out and damn it, Larry is a freakin’ angel!

Let me show you a few snip bits of our recent e-mail conversations…

Larry: [Columbus BDM preview] I managed to nab extra tickets. I'm offering them to the folks on the FF Ohio Yahoo group, but since you're a #firefly homey I thought I'd give you first dibs. Lemme know if you want 'em.

Me: *faints*

Then…

Me: Gah! Larry! Yes! Yes! Yes! When, where, how?!? *Squee* Yes! Gimme the info and I'll give you anything you want... my soul is up as an offering too.

Larry: …I'm holding two tickets for you (I may be able to scare up another one or two if needed). All I need is an address to send them. (#ff homeys get a 100% discount)

Me: Larry, you're a freakin' angel! An angel! Hell yes I want them!

Me: *faints again*

And now we're back to the present moment and I’m still in mid-faint. And I mean the kind of fainting that’s all ass in the air, face smashed into the carpet, neck at some odd angle, my eyes just rolling ‘round my head and the word “disbelief” written on my forehead.

I’m a sad case.

But damn! I’m gonna get to see Serenity in June!

JUNE!

J.U.N.E!

Oh dear, I need to sit down.

I got accepted into the Ohio State University Arts Program today! They accepted my portfolio! Whoo hoo!

Also, I got a haircut this afternoon!

Before:

Kayt with long hair and a silly smile of fear that says, “oh shit, you’re about to get a hair cut”.

After:

Kayt with short hair and a somewhat crossed eyed look that says, “oh shit, I just got my hair cut”… “and it’s shorted than I wanted”… “a lot shorter.”

And another After shot:

No amusing caption because it’s almost 3am and I have work tomorrow. Let your imagination run wild.

Don’t think I really like this cut but I’ll give it a few days before going back in to my regular Charles Penzone and getting it prettied up.

And yes, I know, I need to stop taking pictures of myself while I drive. But I just get so bored.

Goodnight!

Traffic 101

I had it all planned out. My exam was at 11:30 this morning. It takes me a solid hour to get to class. I’d leave at ten and have that extra half hour to study at school with Geoff right before walking in to take my final. But…



10:02am: I left my house. Down high street, down main street, onto route 61.


10:07am: I realize I forgot my cell phone at home. Damn it.



10:11am: Traffic stopped.


Well, I figure something’s gone on, but we’ll be moving again in just a few.


10:20am: My car still hadn’t moved an inch and my left arm was starting to get sun burned. I drank my old Pepsi and warm bottled water in less than a minute.


10:22am: Thoroughly bored. The cops weren’t letting any cars through and they weren’t letting anyone turn around.


10:25am: With nothing left to do I tried to study while I broiling myself in the sun. Not recommended.


10:26am: Whoo! Astronomy is just as much (scarcastic) fun in the 97 degree heat as it is in an air conditioned room!


10:30am: After my skin turned a few shades of red I moved to the passengers side to the car to relax and study some more.


10:37am: It first hits me that I might be late to my final exam. I take the most depressing picture I can manage while still being trapped inside my car.


10:45am: I lost my mind at 10:45.


With what little conscious I had left I tried amusing myself by taking pictures of my car mirrors.


10:50am: Traffic started moving again but my mind was still so far gone that I couldn’t stop taking pictures of my car’s mirrors.

Somehow I made it to Stillman Hall today in forty minutes. I had no idea how the hell that was possible.

Back to the grind-- now I'm back to studying for Art History. Wish me luck! And please kiddies, stay away from the astronomy.

Wow

Okay, it’s late (almost two hours into my 21st birthday) but I just have to share this. Tonight Geoff and I went out to see Star Wars III and the Firefly trailer came on! God lord almighty and some other common religious phrase! My toes wiggled and my smile was insane. I even clapped a little bit. Wow. Yes, I just have to share this moment of… wow.

Also, Star Wars III sucked ass but gave me a lot of stuff to make fun of for the next few weeks. The fifteen bucks for the movie was totally worth it for the Firefly trailer. Wow.