h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Hello. This is an update to my journal and it's going to be in the style of "Kristine Marie Stream of Conciousness" because whopping lots has happened since I spoke to you last.

So I haven't been feeling well lately and I keep having to go to the doctor just like I did three years ago. This new guy thinks I've been mis-diagnosed so I get to go back and re-take all the crappy gross unpleasant tests. Kristina Marie is going to help me though. We've decided that we should turn on the medical staff with the instruments of their own destruction (after putting them in the fridge for a few hours). You wouldn't believe the things KM can think of to do with a tounge depressor. Our battle cry will be "Barium Milk Chugs for Everyone!!" Ugh.

I went salsa dancing on Wednesday, and I've been taking private lessons with this semi-friend of mine. I've been swing dancing with him a couple of times and he's really good, but we've never hung out alone. Well, we've been practicing salsa and cha cha and bachata (my FAVORITE) from our lessons and I'll tell you one thing, this guy is a SQUARE. Absolutely painfully geeky. Ouch. Of course, he's paying for the private lessons, so I just put up with it but... crikey. I didn't know you could dance with a six foot pole up your..... well, anyhow, apparently you can. The thing that upset me is that I got tired after 45 minutes. 45 minutes!! I'm the girl that dances for 4 or 5 HOURS at a time. 45 minutes is just wrong. I hate being sick. I was so irritated I could have heartily kicked my partner.

On Friday night I went and saw "Magnolia" which is incredible and disturbing and absolutely ripped me up emotionally. I would suggest that you should definatly see this movie, but if you're at all emotional, go with people you feel comfortable losing it in front of. I lost it. Bawled my eyes out.

On Saturday I called my mom for a little parent psycology and made my mom prove that life didn't suck (which she's really good at) and my stepdad told me about The Hubcap Guy. You can get his number off information (apparently) and he leaves a message telling you where on the highway he will be in his Hubcap Truck. Bob drove there and said "I have a 1973 Mercedes that is missing one hubcap pin". The Hubcap Guy said "I have one of those. I'll put it on for you. I have this machine." So The Hubcap Guy put the hubcap pin on for Bob and then said, "That'll be three dollars." This, according to Bob, means that The Hubcap Guy is someone who is obviously some sort of minor deity and if you have any problems, The Hubcap Guy will fix 'em all.

Given my current state of self-exploration and awakening, this was a tremendous help.

On Saturday night I went to a party with Dave and Leah and Lisa and after 2 hours or so Josh (drool, shake, pass out in bobbysoxer frenzy) showed up. We all hung out and passed out at 2 am in a big heap. It was great. I had college flashbacks. We woke up at 6:30am on Sunday (don't ask me who's idea THAT was) and even though I felt like I'd been run over by a truck I laughed SO HARD that morning. Josh and Dave are soooo funny. Dave's hair was still perfectly quoiffed in the morning, except that it was perfectly quoiffed exactly 1 inch to the right of where his head was. I thought I would die laughing. Dave said, "Oooo! We're up early enough for church!" (as Josh is pouring him and Dave another drink) and I said that I would like to pray for Dave's hair.

At 8am I went home and back to bed. Then I went to the dentist and for the first time since I was 6 years old I got a clean bill of health. It's unbelievable. Then my friend Todd came over and we went out to dinner and discussed fathers. Our fathers are very similer so it's nice to have someone to whine with.

Andy and I got into sort of a fight, but it's not really his fault. I'm doing some serious freaking out about the move and so I'm hypersensitive to everything he does. Thinking about it today, I decided that I'll do a lot better if I just chill the hell out. I'm not so good at dealing with the unknown. I like being prepared. Ah well, it's an ADVENTURE goddamn it! I'm 24 and it's time for an adventure!

I've decided to try and have more fun.

May 1 is when it all goes down. I start selling stuff and seriously packing and getting ready to vamooose. I can't wait. I have this feeling of "let's get ON with it already".

That's my life, anyway. How are you?

Who are you and what have you done with my Krissy?

Weren't you paying attention? She's stopped being Krissy Lee today and started being Kristine Marie.

It is *so* cool to be in thread titles. Well done Kris...tine.

I'm sure she'll be Krissy again in the morning, bubsduck. So? Is it TRUE?!

Is it? IS it? IS IT!!!

If I knew exactly who I was talking to then - only then would I be able to say without hesitation that it definitely is soooo not true.

*hugs KM, Krissy and bubster* Hi!!!!! *Feels like the luckiest guy in the world and hugs KM again*

*doesn't even try*

*runs in, puts a singing potato on the floor that looks like Roberto Benigni, runs out*

So I'm just plain ol' Krissy again today. I'm probably going to update my page in some massive way, but not before I cuddle this singing potato.

*cuddles potato*

I'm getting itchy about moving. Really itchy. I want to GO GO GO please. Thank you.

And KM, I assure you, I heard bubster say it was all SOOOOO true he couldn't even think about it.

Seriously? About the money? It's not just a rumor?

*suddenly sits up*

What?? Money?? I thought you were talking about the secret with his socks!!

Seriously, I have no idea!

*points at bubster* Spill the info!

*turns on spotlight and opens faucet tap enough for sound of dripping water*

Ready for interogation ma'am!

*snaps to attention*

Yeah come on Bubs