Saturday, May 11, 2002

this little man sleeps with me, always.

For those of you who know and love this guy, he says hello. And then, just to make Erin pee her pants laughing, he flies around the room.
flap flap flap.

love, krissa .... 9:32 AM ... link!

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Friday, May 10, 2002
three cheers for the littlest owl who could
does that sound like we're tooting our horns? we certainly are! see this here template? all new and shiny and cozy like? didn't start out that way. nope. we here at petithiboux headquarters sacrificed valuable sleep to make it that way. do you like it? does it look charmante et belle? oh, j'espere!

in other news: we signed the lease and picked up the keys today to our lovely new home, maison k et g. we are very excited and cannot stop discussing furniture plans.
more news: in one week, 5.17, the dashing matthieu will have arrived to charm me and help me move into my apartment, because he's that wonderful. trust me. he is. and in two weeks, 5.24, i will be sitting listening to people tell me how this is the beginning of the rest of my life, and i will try not to step on El Presidente's foot when she gives me my diploma. in short, commencement. and in three weeks, 5.30, as if there wasn't already a flurry of wonderful activity, pm returns from france and we meet for coffee and revolution against the post-modernists.
i'm quite overwhelmed with goodness, pardon my gushing.
i love you all! every. last. one of you.
milles et milles fois plus des bises!
a vous, et vous, et surtout vous, mon cher.

love, krissa .... 9:49 AM ... link!

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Wednesday, May 08, 2002
red storm rides again...

I will say this about my day. It was interesting. Saw an old friend today, someone who used to play a very big part in my life for a very short amount of time. And it's been a while, and many things have changed for her, and that makes me happy. It's a happiness that comes with knowing that while the pages of your book together may have come apart at the seams, you can rewrite their dictionary entry in your mind, add a footnote, that says, I am happy that you are well. I have been worried in the past, and I know now, that when I open the archives of my memory, I can simply check off the "doing well" box.
And truth be told, this is no ordinary person. She's remarkable, and I think she will be doing remarkable things with her life. I am glad to have been able to hear that. And glad to tell her how happy it made me to see her content.
You can't go back in life, can you. Friends are often around for a reason, a season, or a lifetime - each category having it's merits and tragedies. But it's nice to make archival revisions every now and then, to know that someone who has somewhat left my life is living hers with the grace and determination I always knew her to be capable of.

Le plus ca change, on dit, le plus ca reste le meme. I wish good weather on her.

Okay, I promise - my next post will include my usual hilarity and mayhem and stupid digital pictures. I was just feeling contemplative. Now I'm going to go beat the hell out of a squash ball. Don't get in my way :-)

love, krissa .... 2:00 AM ... link!

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Tuesday, May 07, 2002
who's your favorite Rock Star?
j.d. rockin' out purchase college on may 6, 2002

and the screaming fans have answered.

love, krissa .... 9:13 AM ... link!

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Monday, May 06, 2002
the more things change...

talking to a dear friend today, I mentioned that I felt my life changing very quickly, and that I felt I was attempting to mold my personality around these new changes. Let me make that more specific - I feel like a chameleon who anticipates moving from a green branch to a red one. Any self-respecting chameleon will look at itself and say, well, I'd better start planning that switch.
College is ending for me in two weeks. In a way, it's already ended - I have found the next stage, and have begun to do what I do best: adapt. It's scary, because I feel it's been too smooth. I know that at some point, I'm going to look back at this part of my life and... and I don't know. Perhaps sometime in July, after all the dust has settled from the excitement and flurry of my new life, I'll suddenly have a nervous breakdown. Because while I'm just treating this move like the next thing, really it's more like The Next Thing, in terms of it's monumentalism. It's not summer vacation. It's my life.
I'm worried that I feel so ready for it. There's no way I am actually ready for it, so I must be faking out, going along with it until I figure out the tricks, right?
I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop, as they say. As I watch myself from the outside, I want to ask everyone around me, how can you be fooled?

love, krissa .... 9:24 PM ... link!

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I've been playing solo squash for the past few weeks, every few days for at least 45 minutes. The sight of the squash court, that first thud of the ball, is both exhilirating and exhausting. Sometimes, I get into a rhythm and I don't even realize that time has passed - I think about other things while repeatedly slamming the little rotten plum of a ball against that wall. My backhand is getting effortless.
Today I wrote the first paragraph of a new short story in my mind. Today, I volleyed ten successive smacks without a bounce. Then I whooped with excitement over such a feat.
I think I have a new addiction.
Anyone else know what I mean?

love, krissa .... 12:12 AM ... link!

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Sunday, May 05, 2002


love, krissa .... 9:39 AM ... link!

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A Little Something from Me to You

marnix's pasta, made by le petit hiboux on 5.1.02
email her for the yummy recipe.

love, krissa .... 12:50 AM ... link!

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