Whatever it might be,

cranberry_kay @ 2009-11-05T13:31:00

2009-11-05T18:31:32Z

Alright, so wow.

When schoolcraft sent me an official copy of my transcript, I assumed they sent one to Eastern as well, since that's what I wrote on the SEND TRANSCRIPT TO line of the request form.

Apparently not.

So Eastern has no idea what I was doing last semester, I wasn't given the transfer scholarships I earned, and until this is figured out, I can't register for winter classes. I'm going to get stuck with a funky schedule, or weird classes, or

Thanks a lot, Shitcraft.

cranberry_kay @ 2009-09-25T08:57:00

2009-09-25T13:02:35Z

I realized that my past few entries have been sort of negative...you know, about crime and stuff? Believe it or not, I'm not a big fan of negativity. So here's the plan: over the next week, I'm going to make a list of all the good things that happen to me or around me, and I'll post that next Friday. I'm sort of excited for this because I'm infatuated with this idea of "good things" lists. I saw this sketchbook someone did entirely devoted to them, and it was just about the most whimsical thing I can think of. So that's what I'll do.

First good thing: Friday class starts at frickin noon, and no one's on campus on Fridays, so I can totally do all my response papers at 10am Friday mornings. Nothing worthwhile happens ahead of time.

cranberry_kay @ 2009-09-22T13:08:00

2009-09-22T17:13:26Z

So there was definitely a shooting at the library this morning. Definitely a murder/suicide.

Here's the thing: I leave for school around 9am, and this morning, I almost contemplated dropping off some stuff at the library. I was running late, so I decided against it, but when I was crossing Canton Center on Geddes, I saw three police cars speeding over that way, so I'm pretty sure I would have witnessed death.

I mean, obviously it's not as big of a deal on my end as it is, say, on the shooter's/shootee's...but come on. Seriously? That's crazy.

My car was PILLAGED!

2009-08-31T03:39:44Z

A cricket and I are camped out in my driveway waiting for felon to return.

My car was larcenized. (I'm not sure if that's a word, but the police man was very forceful in informing me it was a larceny, not a burglary.)

We live in a pretty good neighborhood, so almost none of the neighbors lock their car doors. Felon took advantage of that on Tuesday night/Wednesday morning, and took a GPS and five rolls of nickels out of my mom's car, my iPod & $300 worth of clothes from my car, and various items from the neighbors, who all agreed my situation was the worst.

As I said, the neighborhood is pretty stable...except for the hicks across the street, with their rusted out trucks cluttering the driveway, lawnmower collection, and tendency to hang out on the porch in nightgowns. Well, their cousin Mikey from Kentucky came to town, and the neighbors and I agree he's the perp.

They think this just because he's a "hoodlum." I think this is an appropriate accusation because the morning we discovered the crime, Mikey's car was gone, probably on its way to Kentucky. However, when I arrived home from work at 10pm on Tuesday night, his car was present, parked in the street. At 3am Wed morning, the car was gone. I know because, at that time, I moved my car from the driveway (where it would block my mother's car's departure to work in the morning) to the street, where the bright green Honda from Kentucky used to be.

When I got in the car, I noticed my sunglasses case on the driver-side seat, which is out of the ordinary. I thought I just accidentally dragged it over from the passenger side, but I realised the next day that it was the felon's fault.

That's how I know the theft happened between 10pm Tuesday, and 3am Wednesday.
Mikey from Kentucky fled the area (for three days--he came back yesterday) between 10pm Tuesday, and 3am Wednesday. Coincidence?

Furthermore, these hillbilly neighbors are ALWAYS sitting out on their front porch, partaking in hillbillyesque activities. Since Tuesday, I haven't seen them out AT ALL for more than a minute at a time. It's sort of like, they know something's up, so they're trying to avoid confrontation with the neighbors. I've yet to hear if they had anything stolen. All of their surrounding neighbors did.

So anyhow, when I got home from work an hour ago, I saw Mikey from Kentucky's car parked in the street. We're not 100% sure it's him, but that's what the evidence shows. So I'm extremely hesitant about leaving my automobile alone with his. Thus, I'm sitting in the driveway and shivering.

Neighbor hillbilly just emerged to retrieve something from her car. She left the car door wide fucking open. She saw me sitting here, so if I meddled, she'd know it was me. (Or would she even make that connection?) I wouldn't meddle. I am going to scatter nickels around Mikey from Kentucky's car, as a calling card to match the nickels he took. I was thinking about leaving a note like, "Buy yourself a fucking gumball, asshole," but that would be over the top. The neighbors talk, and I don't want to look crazy.

I'm angry. Notice?

cranberry_kay @ 2009-08-27T17:30:00

2009-08-27T21:31:22Z

I just got "How Art Made the World" from the library.
It's been too long.
Score.

cranberry_kay @ 2009-08-16T00:03:00

2009-08-16T04:12:06Z

What's that about the Michigan "promise" scholarship?
What a joke.
People like us deserve at least $1000 per year from people like you.

I mean, on one hand, it's kind of hard not to have seen that coming (the broken promise).
But on the other hand, how could they have seen that coming, and still made the promise??
I mean, either give me your word, or just don't bother supporting my promising education in the first place.
Bitch.

And is there really a solution besides tax money?

Too bad we're not from Detroit public schools. Or underprivileged. Or Black.
Is that insensitive?

(I'll tell you what's insensitive.)

cranberry_kay @ 2009-08-05T23:47:00

2009-08-06T03:58:09Z

This past week has not been easy.

My mom is having a surgery tomorrow. She should be fine, so I don't know why I'm so upset about it. I guess it just changes a lot of things, and it's hard to accept that.

Also, he's moving away. As optimistic as I am, it's not easy to find the good in this. Chris left three years ago abruptly. He said I'd see him again, but at this point, that doesn't sound probable. My life now is so different than it was before I met you. I don't know...whatever, I just don't know. I was in such a mood after I saw you, and I wish I could just decide not to be sad about this. I mean, it's good: your parents will find jobs, you'll have a new life; it's good. But, you know.

On top of everything, I found a cute itty-bitty mouse in my driveway on Saturday.
I tried to feed it Cheetos and cereal bars because it looked lost and scared and hungry.
My dog noticed, and tried to eat the mouse. It was the most horrible thing. I know that's what she's supposed to do, but...my Wendy?? She befriended the rabbits at the pet store!

So all in all, I don't know where to go from here.

200th Entry...!

2009-07-29T03:17:17Z

I saw the world's largest little centipede in the bathroom downstairs.
It was scuddling around.
I said "Eee!" and then I left the bathroom hurriedly.
It chased me out.
It ran under my bed.
Now I'm afraid to use that bathroom or sleep.
I know it's malevolent because I've been killing it's babies. I've found a few in the sink before they coincidentally drowned.
Now the big one's after me.

cranberry_kay @ 2009-07-23T15:04:00

2009-07-23T19:09:27Z

Bin, this is not a cake.
But it's due tomorrow!

Presently, my dog and I are in Maryland with my aunt and uncle and pooch. We are doing SO many projects. Threadless.com (or rather, threadcakes.com, a third-party blog thing) is having a cake-baking contest, and my aunt is super boss at cakes, so here we are.
Also, I got my aunt hooked on Neopets a while ago, but then I turned twelve, but she's still active, so she's making a tissue box for one of their contests. So...there's that.

Typing the words isn't going very well for me today. Basically, I'm pretty excited about my cake. It might do pretty well. That's all.

cranberry_kay @ 2009-07-16T00:06:00

2009-07-16T04:10:18Z

Why is it that when I pulled into the driveway and put my car in park,
the battery light,
the oil light
and the check engine light
all turned on?

I'm going to wake up at nine in the morning to go back to the car place.
I mean, it's probably not their fault, and I know they're a pretty honorable business,
but I kind of said to check everything because I'll be adding about another 2000 miles before the end of the month, and you'd think if something was faulty enough to turn on a light 20 minutes later, they'd notice.

Maybe this'll get me a discount on something.

cranberry_kay @ 2009-07-15T15:28:00

2009-07-15T19:30:16Z

I've been at Wear Master for an hour now. Things are going swimmingly with my car, but they've been spending the last half hour searching for missing parts. Story of my life--foreign car, no one is ever prepared for my foibles.

cranberry_kay @ 2009-07-05T21:45:00

2009-07-06T02:01:40Z

I'm satisfied with how I've spent this past week. Often, I fail to make plans, so I just mark my days by those on which I have to be at work, or those on which I may sleep in. This week I had plans on each day, save Wednesday, and fortunately, I've learned that a feeling of accomplishment is a good thing to have.

My mom had Monday and Friday off, so we got to bond. We saw Away We Go on Monday with the Hostlers. Wonderful film, shoddy writing, but entertaining overall.

I spent Tuesday, Thursday night, and Friday with Rob and his friends, who are oh so delightful. On Tuesday, we helped with the MCS renovation, then hung around Detroit and tackled some urban exploring. I met Emily and Stephen, who are wonderful. I'm glad Autumn completely flaked out. It's apparent that I'm going to have to start moving on. This girl is killing me. I need to just drop the issues and find better people to spend time with. Check.

On Friday, I faced my fears, and held my first sparkler. When I was three, my birthday cake had sparkler-style candles on which I burnt my face. When I was six, I burnt my hand on a nickel that had been sitting on a lightbulb for too long. Generally, I've always been afraid of fire and hot things in general, but as of Friday, I'm no longer horrified of sparklers! Also on Friday, I met Jarrod's deaf and half blind dog. I think he's adorable.

On Saturday, my mom and I had breakfast and spent the day in Garden City. She's friends with the future mayor. (Currently, they work together, and in November he's running unopposed, so things look pretty good.) The town proved to be surprisingly acceptable. Not nearly as Westland-y as I imagined. They have homicidal black squirrels at the park by the civic center. That's a win.

cranberry_kay @ 2009-07-03T01:43:00

2009-07-03T06:15:02Z

You're wrong about a lot of things, and I hope some day you'll look back on this part of your life like you're doing presently concerning those two or three years past. I know it's none of my concern, but a third party is often essential in seeing each dimension of a thing.

First and foremost, learn how to write. If you're going to decide to pride yourself in something, do it efficiently. This goes for most of the world, unfortunately: THEY'RE going over THERE to gather THEIR things, or what have you. They're not interchangeable. They each have their own meaning, and it would be great if you could use them properly. I don't know how most hipsters feel about literacy, but why don't you do them all a favor and get it right.

Mainly, it seems like (and I'm probably wrong for saying this) you chose what you wanted your life to look like about a year ago, and since then, you've just been doing whatever to fit that plan. In other words, you're not really living your own life naturally, you're just sort of assembling a puzzle of a haphazard picture. It begins with the allure alone, then come the thrift stores, the "nonconformity," the dreads, the herbs, the so on and so forth...

...and obviously, all of that in itself would be perfectly acceptable. I'm not just trying to downplay hipsters everywhere; I have no qualms about them in general. What makes the whole thing wrong is the way you look at everything from your past. (Like it's some ugly puppy no one wants, or the horrible matching Christmas sweaters you had to wear for your family portrait. Upon publicity of the photo, you'll deny the atrocity, and all those who donned one. But you know that when the photo was taken, you loved the garment, and the family unity it signified.) Specifically, and why I'm bothering even to express this, I think it's wrong the way you talk about your old friends. Or, your "friends," as you like to call them. I know these ladies, and they are surely top-rate people. You have completely rejected them, simply because they don't fit in to what you want to be. Emily, for example, is an incredible person. She reeks goodness. You must know that, she was your best friend. How are you able to deny her now?

As well as the rest of the Ladies. A year or so ago, you were identical to them. I-freaking-dentical. If you don't like them anymore, or hate what they stand for or whatever, the result should be obvious: stop hanging around with them! Just stop. Stop pretending you like them, or granting them your time, or whatever. Because what happens is you go on, in your opinion, some silly meaningless jaunt with them, only so that you may tear it apart later, further solidifying your cracker-jack identity. Why would you wake up at negative four in the morning so you could tag along not spending $60 on a shirt? If you know you're "against" something, why submit yourself to it? Obviously, you haven't spent enough time thus far studying real hipsters, and learning their ways. I get it. You're only a young leech. It's okay.

I guess I've just had enough of people acting this way. I'm not trying to be whiny, or whatever else this probably came across as. I know you'll never read it anyway, but I wish you could. Because I know that everything above is completely true, and it doesn't seem like you realize that. You're so "enlightened," yet subsequently so ignorant.

On the other hand, you've switched roles a few times now, and I'm probably wrong about your current state. What this probably applies to most is your previous, Christianity phase. I must say, as contorted as that was, you nailed the condescension bit, and the arrogance bit. (Hey Kettle, how bout you read the last several paragraphs you've written. I know, Pot, I'm just trying to reach you where you're at. I would never talk to Pitcher that way; we're BFFs. Wow, yeah, that was productive.) You should never have promised acceptance if you knew you were going to treat people the way you did.

Ultimately, you're none of my business, as you've clarified, but on your past's behalf, it hurts to see you the way you are. You said that past was the happiest you've ever been. Really, I sincerely think it'll be a joy when you find yourself.

cranberry_kay @ 2009-06-04T14:24:00

2009-06-04T18:29:08Z

I am outside. There's a squirrel in my tree that is not happy about this at all. The dog, on the other hand, is quite satisfied.

I think I would love to have a dog party. Everyone who has any sort of dog would set their dog loose in my backyard, and they'll all run amok together, and it'll be great.

There's a teenager in the next yard. I guess he just got home. He just said, "sup, douche bag toast" or toes or hose or something. I don't know who he was addressing, but nevertheless...there you have it.

cranberry_kay @ 2009-05-23T01:57:00

2009-05-23T05:57:45Z

I don't think enough people use the word "skeazy."
Let's bring that back, shall we?

cranberry_kay @ 2009-05-21T00:26:00

2009-05-21T04:32:34Z

You come into my life,
break my toys,
break my heart,
then up and leave.

Oh, and WHAT THE HECK American Idol?? This makes me sound stupid, but how lame was that outcome? I usually don't watch AI, but I did this season because they actually had a qualified, unique vocalist...and tonight, they just freakin cast him aside. What a load of ba-lo-ney.
Why are people tardvarks about music? I'm always so astonished when I find out people don't like the [fantastic] music I like. I guess I'll just have to accept that mainstream is and always will be lame. Adam Lambert's "Ring of Fire" wasn't "weird," it was brilliant. Biggest upset of the century.

Alright, I'm done being a fantard now. Forgive me.

cranberry_kay @ 2009-05-20T00:12:00

2009-05-20T04:23:15Z

I feel like a -20 right now.
My bank's records are all out of order,
and that's what got me here.
I took out money to take you to the carnival,
then I didn't have any to cover the fees.
And you want to borrow $10? Shoot.
Just because you have a dead mother? Shoot.
And my MI tax check bounced because of all this.
So how will that work out?
Sorry, not the tax check--the registration fee.
So do I need to re-register?

Of course, it's not my fault.
I have money to cover things,
it's just that the records online are published in an untimely fashion.
And out of order.
So it says maybe 120 when it means 34.
So it's the bank's fault, for one.
And theirs--hey chicks--if you want to "hang out" with me,
it's your bill next time.
"We should hang out"
You should stop being so obnoxious and stupid,
And lose your sense of entitlement.
And you, mister--
you owe me 25.
If I had been reimbursed prior,
I would not be in this mess.

So you see, I cannot be the one to blame.

And now I can't even renew my license online
because I already used the pin number.

Money, let's stop fighting.
If you're going to act this way,
Let's just break up.
Please stop calling me.

cranberry_kay @ 2009-05-18T21:42:00

2009-05-19T01:47:10Z

I registered for fall classes at Eastern today.
Tuition comes to a little less than 4000 this semester.
I am totally covered,
and then some.
What a dream.

Funny story, although you probably had to be there: I couldn't find parking by the building I was supposed to go to, so I had to park way down the street and around the corner and walk the whole way. It wasn't too far, but I was wearing cute shoes, not walking shoes, and it was uphill both ways, and it took a long time. But when I got there, and then back to my car afterwards, I was sooo proud of myself for walking, what I thought was two miles...

...but the whole trip turned out to be about .2 miles, and there WAS a parking lot right across the street from my destination. Lame.

cranberry_kay @ 2009-05-10T20:43:00

2009-05-11T00:44:41Z

In Elementary school,
I ate peaches with a spork.

I should be in Chicago, presently.

cranberry_kay @ 2009-05-09T00:41:00

2009-05-09T04:45:16Z

I love seeing your faces.

Gopher-it. This is something I'm ecstatic about.

cranberry_kay @ 2009-05-04T19:35:00

2009-05-04T23:41:26Z

On friday, I incurred a freak accident involving dancing.

I usually don't dance, because I realize when I do, I look like the elderly women from my grandpa's old aerobics class. But on Friday, I finally let loose, and danced the night away.

Everything was fine until...I requested to be dipped. I don't know what happened, but the dip, apparently, passed the point of no return. At which time, my knee shifted to the side and crackled a little. The fall was awkward, but I covered by ensuring onlookers that everything was fine; I wanted to sit down on the floor at that moment, anyway.

As far as injuries go, I am pretty proud of this one. Dancing.

cranberry_kay @ 2009-05-01T00:12:00

2009-05-01T04:13:20Z

I am so done with Scraft.
Now I can be a real college student and go to a real campus and buy one of those shirts with the oh so phallic water tower on it.

cranberry_kay @ 2009-04-24T23:21:00

2009-04-25T03:32:05Z

1. I hate that picture you have of me. First of all, I don't really like you, and I don't really like pictures taken of me, so naturally I don't really like you taking pictures of me. You can tell by looking at the picture because of the gross expression on my gross face. Just because you added a vignette doesn't make it a good picture. You have far less taste than you think you do. Maybe you should reconsider your niche. Also, I never ever cared whether you were going to Spring Arbor or not.

2. Psychoanalysis is my bitch.

3. Hey, thanks for judging me based on how you feel about a large group of people I loosely affiliate myself with. That's very big of you. Way to live by your standards. Tool.

4. I'm reading Adverbs by Daniel Handler, and it is wonderful.

cranberry_kay @ 2009-04-21T22:00:00

2009-04-22T02:05:31Z

Please don't do it on my behalf. You have no idea.

In any case, what's wrong for me, ideally, should be wrong for her as well. So how bout try a crappier, more cocaine-addicted chick. Everyone wins.

My boss apologized to me for being creepy. Alright, I guess.

cranberry_kay @ 2009-04-17T22:13:00

2009-04-18T02:37:31Z

I wish I could stick to things more often.
Not in the way that an adhesive might, but rather, I'd like to uphold commitments I've made to myself and the world.
For example, there are a couple hundreds of points worth of essays I need to write and turn in before I die. Let's keep those credits transferable. Also, the things with the stuff, and that whole business.

I met a kid from Venezuela yesterday. His name's Jose. He makes my heart smile.