Hello Worthy People...

WOWZA people are reading my blog and there is really nothing very interesting on here. That just means you all freaking LOVE ME. Which is okay in my book. So whats been new? LET ME TELL YOU!

So my best friend, Roma has two younglings... they have recently been asked to model for the Spirit Hoods Kids line! I know RIGHT! They are adorable and beautiful young men and I am beaming with excitement for them. Little models they are... freaking spamtastic! I was able to go the final shoot in Malibu and wherever else we went, it was far let's just say that. We spent 14 hours on the road, at a shoot, running around like chickens with our heads cut off. BUT the end result is fantastic. CHECK THEM OUT!

And freaking buy a Spirit Hood, I mean really? If you don't have one already you are a snoozer. Get with the program and JOIN THE TRIBE.

Spirit Hoods or Spirit Hoods Kids

Speaking about Spirit Hoods.... [[[segway]]] I bought a new ONE! HOLLA! It's gorgeous, the Snow Leopard! This hood is super soft and light weight. I absolutely LOVE this hood.

I had been going back and forth whether or not to purchase the silky babe but I did and I am in LOVE. However, I am still the RED FOX and I am still head over heels in love with my Leopard.... but this one is fancy. Makes me shiver when I think about her... okay NEXT!

Grad school. Honestly --- what the fuck was I thinking? I mean, I love the experience and meeting new people, blah blah blah but 18 books and I am reading 3 simultaneously? I mean, come on now. I'm smart but not a speed reader. JAYSUS

My hair is almost to my ass [random, carry on!].

Australia, I am so still going. Looks like I'm rolling solo. But thats okay, that just means more time alone to figure out what the hell am I going to do when I come home or if I am EVER coming home. Time for el'Kimster to figure out whats more important... living life for myself or living my life for others? We all know the answer, for yourself silly! BUT I like to say that so it makes the trip look more legit rather than saying what I really am thinking. Which is::: HELL YEAH PARTY OVER HERE!

Saw my cousin from Hawaii after 14 years -- fun!
Saw my little cousin from Mission Viejo after 12 years -- fun!
Contemplating upgrading to the new iPhone 4 through Verizon Wireless.
Still editing my manuscript -- not so much fun!

SRF Out
xooxoxoxoxoxoxoxox

Good Day Darlings...

Good Evening or Good Morning whatever time of the day it is where you beautiful people live. I've had so much to discuss but my brain was turned off these past few weeks, my apologies...

First up:

BANANAS... I used to loathe bananas. They were gross to look at, has this weird consistency like mushy mashed potatoes. UNTIL I ate an organic banana. WOAH this was an amazing experience, one in which I eat two a day. Forget an apple a day, which I do, but I will eat two bananas during the course of the day. For the potassium and because they are so damn tasty. Holla it out loud with me:::: Banana! Big ups to bananas.

Next, I would really like to discuss Stella and Apple Cider...

WOWZA... this drink concoction that I accidentally stumbled upon is outstanding! It's like a fizzy, apple-like, beer that packs a punch after three. Well at least it does to me, I'm a light weight. Think about frothy, fruity, a little bitter,... MMMM MMM MM! That's right, it's so good.

The classic movie, Nacho Libre. One word: FANTASTIC. Moving on.

Gun Laws in Arizona... are we serious?! I just read an article that the Los Angeles Times put up today (Jan 22, 2011). It states that Arizona's gun laws are the most lenient within the United States. As long as you are 18 years old you can purchase a rifle or a shotgun. But wait! You have to be 21 in order to purchase a handgun. WOAH?! How stupid is this nonsense?! Legislation passed some bullshit to where guns are permitted just about anywhere in Arizona. Gee, that is so safe. I really want to be around a bar with a bunch of drunk people carrying guns. And get this, you do not need a permit. Arizona could be the best place for ex-cons, psychos, and murderers. Wait, there is more, guns are allowed at schools! Take the bullets out though, but hey why not bring a gun to school! Show and tell. Come around the classroom kids... woops, didn't know that last bullet was in the chamber, sorry Sally.

I understand "The right to bear arms" as it states in our country's constitution and Arizona's state constitution. This isn't Tombstone folks! I don't know, I guess I'm just paranoid from watching movies like Boys in the Hood or specials on Crips and Bloods. People carry their guns to the bank in the morning, coffee at Starbucks, concerts, school soccer games, I mean I would feel a little unsafe. Check it out... it kind of set me back a little, like, WHAT! http://tinyurl.com/4586dln

I start Grad School this coming Monday... wish me luck!

SRF Out

XOXXOXOXOXOXOXXOXOXOXOX

(((Went to the San Diego Zoo with my best friend Roma and her boys, we had a great time)))

Fast Forward....

I hate it when people ask, "So,... what's your story?" It's kind of like asking, "What kind of problems do you have?" To which I reply, "Noneya'".

However, I will say that it is interesting to talk to friends or people you don't know and learn about their lives. Half of the time you listen and think to yourself that your life is NOT half bad in comparison. Sadly, I feel this way a lot, which is why I only have a handful of friends that I keep around because their brains actually function. I just cannot get myself to listen to people brag about themselves, talk about their suicidal parents, or sister who is a slore (slut+whore). It's not fun to hear about your past drug addiction, or your online dating scene, or perhaps listen to how you are so cool. First of all, if people have to tell you how cool they are, chances are they are just wannabe's who have this weird fascination that they are cool when in fact they are NOT. I call them, LAME.

In college I have learned that the vast majority of students are these LAME people. I don't give a crap about your coolness, who you slept with, what designer bag you scored on, the men that find you attractive, your personal life that consists of too many kids and not enough condoms. Please reframe from telling me these stories, for I do not care. In fact, I get bothered, not because I am high and mighty, but because you are simply irritating.

Another thing I've noticed at college is the lack of intelligence that attend classes. Is this our future? People that do the bare minimum to pass? People that think there is a warehouse of Pueblo Indians mass producing arrowheads? These people are the future of our country, our communities, teachers to our children? Good God, help me! I am really sorry, but there is not enough of me and my friends to go around... I am deeply sorry, but there is not.

When I graduate I will remember the struggle it took to get me there, but I will also have this haunting feeling that those people I just graduated with are going to go into the world and provide services, be a part of our communities, become teachers, who knows what they are going to do,... but their higher education is frivolous. Yet we let them pass because they have a 2.5 GPA. People, a 2.5 is a C average. Oh brother... leaders of America.

I worry, and so should YOU.

Hark Ye!

What an interesting day I had today. It was full of adventure, "Where is your spirit of adventure?" I ask.... well,.... where is it?

Let me start off by saying that this day would not have been at all possible without the assistance of fellow PHL (Public History Ladies) Dani S. Shall I begin? As you wish, you reply.

Got up super early to study. You see, I had two mid terms today, one I was scared to take because the reading was insane and also I stabbed myself in the left eye with a Tootsie Pop stick a few nights prior and the pain and swelling is still evident. DEEP BREATH,... okay, so I had to wake up and study early. Re-read Victorian era poems and re-read some stories written by Indians of the Spokane tribe. Interested in the rest of my day? It gets better, trust me.

I have to work at the museum in the morning, I planned to study while sitting there greeting visitors and well, that's all I do in the mornings. So, I arrive, the museum staff has silenced me! They are not speaking to me... why you may ask? Did I make someone angry? NO. Did I do something or break something I shouldn't have touched? NO. You see, they asked me to apply for the open position at the museum, I did and they hired the next day they told me to apply. SO,... in guilt they ignore me. Uncomfortable, so I split early to go to my first midterm.

Southwest Indians are interesting... but this midterm was very focused on terminology and knowledge of the population and agriculture shifts of the SW Indians. SO.... I begin. I knock out 6 handwritten pages within 45 minutes. I am the queen of the world!


Next stop, midterm number two is next. I meet Dani and we study, and study, and study. We get our tests and realize, damn we didn't study enough.

45 questions of things I really could not understand. 70% of the questions I understood the rest, blah.

Lunch! We were going to eat Thai food near campus, we arrive. GRADE B.... no thank you mister rat, I pass. We see an Indian restaurant, GRADE B.... we immediately exit due to concerns for our health.

Farmer Boys is safe, right?! We eat there instead. Dani orders an Orange Cream Shake,... yum! However it never gets to us. To which Dani states I am mean because I demanded her shake to be delivered to our damn table. HELLO! She paid for it ya' nitwits. So, the waitress comes back and tries to give her shake to another table. Clearly this waitress has the brain the size of a walnut, she just spoke to us! REALLY???!!!


Get back to campus, knowing we are going to be tardy, I suggest we park in the 30 minute stalls near Campus Parking. There are 7 slots available and I thought that moving the car every 30 minutes was a good idea.


I get an envelope and have to walk it to Social Sciences before 5, I leave really fast. WALK WALK WALK, return to class, Dani takes off. I now need to move the car, I continued the cycle 4 times of moving the car. LAME....

We learned about historic buttons. Oooohhhhhhhhhh interesting, NOT.



Right after class Dani and I go to a lecture on Indian Beads with an Indian Professor from India. We sit down, it's late. We are tired beyond anything. Dude next to Danielle is rubbing his black rubber soles to make his hands black and filthy! But not just one hand but both damn hands. OMG! So gross!

The Indian Professor spoke English, but his accent was so thick neither one of us could understand him. I got some words, but damn. For a moment in time Dani and myself felt as though we spoke Indian. Thank goodness for pictures and print on his PowerPoint. Dear lord.

We leave campus and see a Coyote. Symbolic. We are Coyotes at CSUSB and we spotted one on campus.

I'm done with this day. My head feels like it is going to explode. STRANGE DAY.