well, hello there, summer!

I know it's not the official start of summer for almost another month. Wednesday morning, I took my last final of the semester and hurried home to submit a final paper -- and then I was done. Goodbye school (until September), goodbye English classes (until I find out if the four year institution of my choosing requires me to take another one), goodbye awkward eye contact with kids I sort of knew in high school (until I get a new set to deal with in September), goodbye eight am linear algebra class.

I'm done. Until September 3rd.

I love summer. I love chilly mornings and nights (not so much the scorching in between -- which is what we have now. It's too early for this. It's May. I should not have my air conditioning on). I love little puppy paw prints from wet grass. I love sleeping in. I love taking cold showers to cool off. I love staying up late. I love not having to wait for my friends to get out of class to text me back. I love time to create. I love grass under my feet. I love time to watch an entire series of a television show in a single week if that's what I want. I love dirt between my toes. I love that what comes next is autumn (my true seasonal love). 

Since today is the unofficial start of summer, I guess it's time to say it. Summer, yours is a welcome return. Glad to have you back. 

xoxo, kristina

"you ain't never had a friend like me"

I don't know how to put this, but I'm a pretty... eccentric person. I've got more quirks in my left pinky finger than anyone should have in their entire body. It's all crammed in there. Might as well call me Zooey Deschanel (except take away the stupid bangs and the huge eyes and the fact that I don't look like Katy Perry). If I weren't me, I wouldn't want to put up with me.

You know who does want to put up with me? My favorite little peanut and very best friend, Emily. In fact, this kiddo put up with me for an entire night last weekend instead of going to her senior prom (because I did the same for her instead of going to mine! Soul mates and true love, am I right?). She put me up for the night on a couch in her room and fed me salad and took me to a really rad local festival (where we tried to stalk people I know... I mean, what?) and let me watch the Doctor Who season finale on her tv which is considerably larger than mine.


Aren't we cute (or really creepy looking, whichever works)? Like, it is really a wonder that I am single because I'm soo photogenic. 

Oh, but she paid the price in dealing with quirkiness. And in me trying to take selfies of us and totally cutting myself out of the shot. So, thanks, little kitten pumpkin cup.


Thanks for dealing with me when I...
  • ...told you I wanted to kidnap the little girl in the restaurant. I was kidding (sort of) (maybe) (she was really cute, okay?).
  • ...passive aggressively took forever to order because I felt like the guy working there was annoyed with waiting for me and trying to rush me. 
  • ...announced in front of several other people that the grass we were sitting on was stabbing me in the vagina. 
  • ...asked you if we could roll down a hill. A hill that had several people on it. In fact, this might have been the hill with the lax bros and dogs on it. The lax bros with dogs who just wanted to check us out. 
  • ...panicked in your car because your parents might ask me a question I didn't know the answer to when I met them. Even though they didn't ask me any questions. 
  • ...turned a simple count of how many people we knew that we saw into a massive competition of who could see more people they knew. 
  • ...laughed so hard I couldn't breathe when you told me you wanted to go to bed because I was remembering the guy in the wifebeater who tried to hit on you and when I told you that it was better to eat off a table that had been rained on than "peed on by a hobo." 
  • ...told you being rained on was better than being peed on by a hobo in the first place.
  • ...walked down a busy street crouched over with my hand in between my legs alternately with walking with my legs spread as far apart as possible. 
  • ...took numerous pictures of you while you were talking to me and then told you how "pretty" (so not pretty at all) you looked in them. 
  • ...posted one of these pictures on the internet for the world to see (this one, I think, is the fan favorite. It's so blurry, and you seriously look possessed... it hurts too much not to share). 

You rule! Also, 200 perfect princess points for anyone if you picked up my Aladdin quote for a title because, as we know, that's my favorite movie. 

xoxo, kristina

...and finally, a blog

Welcome to my little baby corner of the blogosphere! I couldn't be more excited to have you here. I'm Kristina, and I run this little guy singlehandedly. I'm a really big nerd, and I have a lot of trouble accepting that I'm not Blair Waldorf.

I can't not make lists about everything. My favorite Disney movie is Aladdin, but I don't consider it one of the princess movies so my favorite princess movie is Beauty and the Beast. I talk to myself a lot, and I start a lot of screenplays that are half based on my life and half based on my obsession with Gossip Girl. I have a beautiful little maltese puppy named Penny who is basically my entire world (I'm sure you'll be seeing her around sooner or later). I have this weird thing about capital letters in titles of things... aka, I hate them. My favorite number is 37. My best friend blogs too!

Thanks for joining me, and I hope to see you around here again soon.


xoxo, kristina