The yellow bird you were waiting for.

Am I the only person?

Who hates Granite counter-tops? I’m kind of obsessing on this apartment hunt, even though it’ll be a while, it keeps me motivated, and it’s educational. Recently though, I’ve spotted my least favorite word, in a Craigslist ad title. “Modern”. (Although, if they were truly modern, I might be okay. Give me chrome! Shiny glass cabinetry, not this, oak/granite crap.) Updated kitchens are the worst! I mean, seriously.. I see them everywhere. Oak, cabinets, shaker style… or worse. Colonial. It’s sooo played out.  I’ve watched so many episode of “House Hunters” style shows, and seen people just, freak out over “OMG. I NEEEEEED GRANITE, or else I simply CANNOT cook, even macaroni in this kitchen. Nevermind that I don’t cook, I still NEEED granite.” And heaven forbid it’s laminate posing as granite, because that just won’t do, will it? Yuck. Just yuck. Who is feeding these people these lies, that granite counter tops are the only way kitchens should be. They’re sterile, and frankly, boring. I dunno… Sorry. Rant. It’s just when you’re looking in an area that is supposed to have all of this vintage charm, you get sad when you see it wrecked. (if it’s not granite, it’s those lovely white, 1980’s cabinets with that oak trim. Don’t even get me started on those.. puke!)  Seriously though, how could you ever get rid of this kind of charm, in for that typical granite…? I know, I know. Tastes, Koryn, they’re all different. But maybe that’s what’s wrong with the world, huh? Everyone has to have shiny and new. No one can see cool, old things and thing, NEAT! Character! No, they think “Hmm, this won’t do. The Joneses have Granite and Stainless! I must oblige!” :C It makes me sad, it really does. Seeing these old beauties being ripped down, in exchange for shiny and new. ): Trading houses with character and history, for tract homes, with no yards. Stop this America. Do you really want to be one of the masses, a sheep in the flock of people who put themselves into boxes? (literally) Wake up, drive to work in the same car your neighbor has, go to the same crappy 9-5, come home and not even be able to tell which house you should go into? (They all look the same.)

Ack. I know. I’m being snotty.

I just needed a good rant.

I’m tired of seeing this. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t. Ever.

More later. Goodnight, or morning.

lovekoryn.(:

So, the last year + some months.

Many, many things have changed.

I’m not so angry. Infact, I haven’t been angry in a while. (Other than the usual, day-to-day annoyances, shitty customers, nagging family members etc.) Texas was a bust. A bust of a bust.

I learned quite a bit. Had to grow up even more. And even more still when I was suddenly sent back. It shouldn’t have been a surprise. I should have seen it coming from the start. But I was naive and hopeful… but I’m not angry anymore. I’m not.

I could sit here and gripe about how abandoned I felt.. again. How unwanted I felt… again. But why?

I could just enjoy the good things. It brought me to Daniel. To Kyle and my new friends here. I lost some great friends in the mix, like Shelly and Ryan. (he, of course, was as fleeting as my entire stint in Texas. But was my best friend the entire time, and I’d thank him every day, if he’d allow it.)

But I’m happy. Other than my utter stuckness. I need to get out of California. Desperately. That’s the one thing Texas gave me. This HUGE drive to just book it. California is miserable. It’s over glamorized. Who wants to be in a parking lot, and have it read 122 degrees (F) when you get into your car? 122?! Plus I mean, the suburban sprawl alone makes my stomach sick. UCK!

I want RAIN. I want sustainability. I want to be able to walk to work. I want Portland.

So does Daniel.

So that’s our plan. Our next two years, are going to be filled with the biggest changes we’ve ever faced. It’ll be difficult. (A cross country move, yikes!) It will be expensive-ish. (At the start.. but seriously, for the price of an apartment in RIALTO (puke) we can get a beautiful rental in the heart of the downtown! Sooo much better.) It’ll be change.

So we’ll save. We’ve been saving. (:

We’re excited. C: I cannot wait.

So from now on, I’m keeping my ideas here. Some announcements as well, when the times come. Keep a look out! ;D

I’m gonna miss you when I go..

Why is it that *now* is when I get close to him?

fml.

Texas.. I’m finally getting out.

It’s final.

No more siblings, no more mom drama..

It’s kind of sad. No more Brandon. No more Haven. (My dog.) No more sleeping in. (Dad’s an early bird… Like, to extremes. 3 am… wtf does anyone want to do up at 3 am?)

I’m pretty happy though. It’s something I need.

I’ve had 18 years with mom. It’s time to get to know the other side of my family.

Wish me luck.

Apparently

The single life gets old faster “if you’re not a chick”

So men, transvestites etc. must really not enjoy it. I beg to differ on the if you’re not a chick bit. It gets old quuuuick! :P

Anyway. Life.

I finally heard exactly the words I was looking for “Move in”.And now I can’t decide.

What’s holding me here? :/

Ohh how I miss Rocky Horror..

it’s scripted callbacks, people getting offended over homesick abortions and laughing at Steve Irwin (Died the way he lived, with animals in his heart.) jokes.

I need to go backk.

I wandered around in my heels today, I’m not used to them anymore.

Independent studies makes my life superfuckingboring. Maybe I should just get my Columbia audition done and go with it. ;D

I know I’d fucking love it.

I’ve spent far too much time today

Downloading shit for the Sims 2.

A) Three’s coming out in like three months.

B) Game’s slow enough as it is.

C) I’m a fucking nerd.

That is all.

I haven’t updated this thing

In a month.

Did I mention I’m kind of spacey about things?

Not like anyone reads.

This is how I feel.

Because how I ever got to you, I have no idea.
It’s like some secret door, well it just appeared.
So, no matter what I do from now on with my time.
you will always stay here in my mind.
I am certain of this and I am not certain of anything.

So I want to get myself attached to something bolted down,
So that these winds of circumstance won’t keep blowing me around.
From when I land to when I leave
there is enough time to sleep and sing.
I keep running around, when all I want is to lay motionless.

I love you so much that it hurts my head