in the summer's when you really know - jets to brazil

Your absent[minded] blogger has returned! I can't promise I'll update this regularly whether that means weekly or even monthly, but I'm confident you'll stick by me nonetheless. :)

Can you believe it's already August? It's safe to say that I didn't picture summer flying by this fast, but by no means is that a bad thing. I'm pumped to move back to Columbia (you know the first place I'm going is Sparky's) and to see everyone! I'm even more excited to have all our friends over in our first apartment to celebrate the year off right! I'm so ready to see what this year will bring... I guess you could say I'm also a little nervous because it will either make or break me as a biology major. My first semester's course load is pretty intimidating: organic chemistry, cell biology, pharmacology, and more calculus... I dropped a bio elective to have a brief moment of relaxation to pick up something I used to really enjoy: drawing. That will be my "escape from time" class cause this little lady is going to be one very busy student.

I started looking through boxes of things I took with me to Mizzou last year. They waited patiently in storage downstairs since May. I sat on the floor and sorted through things I wanted to take with me this fall and things I wanted to leave behind. I had the most random objects in those boxes that I kept. There were sunflower seeds that had found their way into open pockets when Carl and I went to that art exhibit on campus. I found Kaitlin's lion she colored for me. I found mailed letters and kid drawings from Craig when he was in the Netherlands. Among others there was the Valentine's box Paulina made for me, the spider press-on tattoo that Lis and Jackie bought with other gag gifts for my birthday, ticket stubs from Jack's Mannequin and Matt Nathanson, silk lilies, and an Italian postcard postmarked in Paris. It's funny how certain tokens you gather over the year can explain how time changes everything.

I didn't expect to grow as much as I have this summer. Silly, naive Kim was confident she knew it all! :) But I definitely learned a lot about myself. I've realized that I need to work on being more patient. I always have to get things done right away. I've reaffirmed how lucky I am to have certain lovely people in my life. My friends are capable of making any situation twenty times more fun[ny]. They are my soft place to land but they also tell it like it is. I've learned that no matter how much effort you put into something, it doesn't imply that it will turn out as you originally planned. Things change without any warning, without any control. This has taught me valuable lessons and has proven that I'm stronger than I thought. I've started to focus on myself more and what is most important to me. I have actually decided what I want to do after college [I think]. I've discovered how a tiny little being you just met can easily become the most lovable tooting creature you've held in your arms. I won't sugar coat it: my nephew is cuter than your nephew.

I may not have climbed Mount Everest or cured cancer, but this summer will be remembered.

even a thousand miles away i can feel you breathing down my neck

insomnia

While I was studying for my chem quiz tomorrow, I had my itunes on shuffle and the lovely Ben Gibbard came up! For those who have no idea who I'm talking about, Ben Gibbard is the songwriter/vocalist for Death Cab for Cutie, The Postal Service, and All-Time Quarterback. He's a genius lyricist and creates beautiful music. I thought I'd share a sweet Postal Service song gone acoustic... It's one of my favorites that went missing. Hope you enjoy it!

I'll be the grapes fermented
Bottled and served with the table set
In my finest suit, like a perfect gentleman

I'll be the fire escape
That's bolted to the ancient brick
Where you will sit and contemplate your day

I'll be the waterwings
That save you if you start drowning
In an open tab when your judgement's on the brink

I'll be the phonograph
That plays your favorite albums back
As you're lying there, drifting off to sleep

I'll be the platform shoes
And undo what heredity's done to you
You won't have to strain to look into my eyes

I'll be your winter coat
Buttoned and zipped straight to the throat
With the collar up so you won't catch cold

I want to take you far
From the cynics in this town
And kiss you on the mouth
We'll cut our bodies free
From the tethers of this scene
Start a brand new colony
Where everything will change
We'll give ourselves new names
(Identities erased)
The sun will heat the ground
Under our bare feet
In this brand new colony

Everything will change, ooo...

Coloring is my favorite. I never color within the lines.

Sorry for the absence. I've been quite the busy girl from ending sophomore year, Colorado, and the planning of Josephine's baby shower, to relaxing and getting as much sleep I can fit in until summer classes roll around on Monday... I'll fill you in with some details of tonight..
Mallori and I went to see the new Sex and the City movie since she's pretty much obsessed with that show and has been for the past few years. Surprisingly, it was pretty good! There were some funny one liners, fashion that I didn't quite understand (I think I'm plain. Solids are how I roll.), and sex scenes GALORE! Seriously, half chick flick, half porn! My young CW eyes were obviously not ready for the HBO version... haha I definitely giggled like a Catholic school girl more than a few times. I loved the scene with "coloring". :) but anyway, to the real story. The movie cut out half way due to a power outage at Chesterfield Mall... We heard loud booms of thunder and suddenly the film shut off, the lights were on, and then we saw the screen burn a scene of the actual film. It was pretty neat looking, all bubbly and torn. The movie started up again after some commotion and when we got out of the theater we ran to Mallori's car in the rain. It wasn't too bad after she dropped me off at my car. While driving home there were consecutive bolts of lightning that lit up behind the thick dense clouds. It was pretty incredible how the sky turned from night to day in those few seconds. Huge lightning bolts showered over the city and the rain poured down even more as I entered Fenton. There's this area where 141 lays under the 44 overpass that was flooded a few months back. I take that way when I'm coming back from Maryville. The thunderstorm was more like a monsoon and it was so much fun driving through the small river on the way home with water splashing up on all sides of you. As soon as you hit it, it felt like you crashed your car into a lake! Did I mention how much I missed driving? Because I do. I definitely did. When I reached my house, the rain was still coming down hard. I turned off my windshield wipers and turned off the car, quickly opened and closed the door and ran for it. Only after I had made my way around the car did I realize that the lights were still on. Typical. So I decided I would walk slowly back and turn them off. If I was going to get wet, I might as well be soaked. And you know what? I enjoyed it! I love the rain. I love big storms. I could stay out there until it stopped. I was already wet, I wouldn't mind.
I really wish you were there to play in the rain with me, to enjoy the downpour and the sky flicker with lightning.

Promise to not be a stranger,
me

I'm going to be there at 6, with some flowers on sticks that were clipped just to make the weak strong

Distance can't be measured in miles.
It grows every day.
I'm trying to understand it's
Late delay.

The sunshine's been missing, Katie,
But don't believe that it isn't there