<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656594536530057758</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 28 May 2009 00:39:57 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Quarter Life Crisis</title><description></description><link>http://kirstendrew.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Kirsten Drew)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656594536530057758.post-2386014246823907967</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 May 2009 03:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-20T20:40:08.385-07:00</atom:updated><title>Things I Hate About Stairs</title><description>- walking up them&lt;br /&gt;- falling up them&lt;br /&gt;- falling down them&lt;br /&gt;- walking up them behind someone who swings their arms&lt;br /&gt;-walking up or down them wearing a dress while being caught in a wind tunnel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656594536530057758-2386014246823907967?l=kirstendrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kirstendrew.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-i-hate-about-stairs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kirsten Drew)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656594536530057758.post-2103952567393406475</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 May 2009 04:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-15T21:47:14.282-07:00</atom:updated><title>solitaire's for winners</title><description>You know you're fucked when you accidentally hit the "stats" button on solitaire on your phone and it reads :&lt;br /&gt;games played: 204&lt;br /&gt;games won: 54&lt;br /&gt;games lost: 154&lt;br /&gt;PERCENT WON: 26%&lt;br /&gt;wins without undo: 22&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656594536530057758-2103952567393406475?l=kirstendrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kirstendrew.blogspot.com/2009/05/solitaires-for-winners.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kirsten Drew)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656594536530057758.post-8911047954005490727</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Aug 2008 00:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-20T17:29:01.742-07:00</atom:updated><title>A day in the life</title><description>To cure my insane boredom today, I decided to document my day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First came Fenway's (I'm renaming all the dogs. this one is May) first walk of the day.  Such an unfortunate name for a cute dog.  Cute but a huge brat. I have to wipe her after she pees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00883.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/DSC00883.jpg" border="0" alt="fenway"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least  I walk her in Hamilton Park.  It's so pretty! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00884.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/DSC00884.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually run into UJ here; he screams "hey sweetie" and strangers see a young dog walker sitting on a bench with an older insane man.&lt;br /&gt;Then over to Helens to feed her cats and water her plants that i had "killed" in the beginning of the summer.  Funny how she asked me to do it again.... they look fine to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00892.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/DSC00892.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed to take any photos of my next job...lets just put it this way, his name is TIppietoes and he's a pit bull.  &lt;br /&gt;Next came Homer (Homes). He's my favorite.  Yes, I play favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00896.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/DSC00896.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited Laura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00898.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/DSC00898.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the worst dogs ever...Benny and Gradie Bell. Benny is labeled "agressive". He's an asshole. I remind him every day.  He constantly tries to lunge and bite people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00917.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/DSC00917.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;---JERK&lt;br /&gt;Their walk is definitely the best though; it's along the water and so nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00909.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/DSC00909.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00911.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/DSC00911.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where they almost lead me right into the light rail everyday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00916.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/DSC00916.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...sometimes I wish they do.&lt;br /&gt;Next is my month long cat job. I get to go to this dudes house right by the path everyday until sep 8 and play with his cats (and feed and clean their shit). I also get to play their Wii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00930.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/DSC00930.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00934.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/DSC00934.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i don't know their names so i call them white nose and brown nose.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I head back to May's (fenway).  The Farmers Market was going on so i bought some cheap zucchini which i'm about to freeze bc i'm bored as fucking hell.  Fenway sucked.  She wouldnt calm the eff down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00938.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/DSC00938.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what i like to call 'the end of the day; disgruntled'....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00940.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/DSC00940.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656594536530057758-8911047954005490727?l=kirstendrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kirstendrew.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-in-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kirsten Drew)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656594536530057758.post-8855674626560805209</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Aug 2008 00:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-11T17:39:24.076-07:00</atom:updated><title>my lists</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Things I have Broke in the past 2 weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) glass on picture luke made of a skull&lt;br /&gt;2) glass on picture luke made of a tooth&lt;br /&gt;3) flower pot&lt;br /&gt;4) headband&lt;br /&gt;5) ipod&lt;br /&gt;6) coffee carafe&lt;br /&gt;7) shoes&lt;br /&gt;8) ruined red jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Things I'm Good At&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a list made by kirsten, minha, laura and nick)&lt;br /&gt;1) drinking&lt;br /&gt;2) playing with colors&lt;br /&gt;3) talking non stop&lt;br /&gt;4) eating&lt;br /&gt;5) playing with cats&lt;br /&gt;6) telling secrets&lt;br /&gt;7) putting my foot in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;8) baking&lt;br /&gt;9) nagging/ napping&lt;br /&gt;(from laura)&lt;br /&gt;10) being bubbley&lt;br /&gt;11) wearing floral prints&lt;br /&gt;12) getting people to do shit&lt;br /&gt;13) laughing&lt;br /&gt;14) baking&lt;br /&gt;15) organizing&lt;br /&gt;16) making things pretty&lt;br /&gt;(from minha)&lt;br /&gt;17) painting nails&lt;br /&gt;18) wearing eye make up&lt;br /&gt;19) doing minhas hair&lt;br /&gt;20) punching&lt;br /&gt;(from nick)&lt;br /&gt;21) wearing pendants&lt;br /&gt;22) breaking shit&lt;br /&gt;23) fighting with den&lt;br /&gt;24) blacking out on gin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656594536530057758-8855674626560805209?l=kirstendrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kirstendrew.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-lists.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kirsten Drew)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656594536530057758.post-139775552893214706</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Aug 2008 04:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-04T21:39:24.731-07:00</atom:updated><title>Everyone's on planet retard.</title><description>Welcome!  You are now entering planet retard.  Where have our minds gone?!?!  I can't understand a simple fucking joke; Minha;s waving at the tv and asking me "what's the name of that show with the olsen tiwns?" ummmm...full house?!?! no duuurrrr!  Did the summer melt any common sense we all had?  Or did we even have any to begin with?  &lt;br /&gt;I fell off my bike last week.,. hit a curb at a wrong angle...bam! into rush hour traffic.... and today i almost got hit by two cars! i really wish they hit me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the Jonas brothers have stalked our life... and right now they are on Leno...(lame).  i want to fight them.  With the way their jeans are like five sizes too small on their packages (collectively), i can't believe they're playing the virgin card!  And i just found out one broke 20....WTF!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh everythings fucked up. cats and gin, that's whats good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656594536530057758-139775552893214706?l=kirstendrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kirstendrew.blogspot.com/2008/08/everyones-on-planet-retard.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kirsten Drew)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656594536530057758.post-5627755572883632738</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Jul 2008 19:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-02T11:46:14.710-07:00</atom:updated><title>creeps everywhere!!!</title><description>So after my last blog, I was told to go to the creeps new apartment to walk his dogs.  I get there and no one is there.  Turns out I have to go to the old apt, where the crying incident took place the day day before.  He's home.  He tells me he'll come for the walk with me. Ugh.  He asked me if I worked out haha. Then I had to walk to his new place with him, so he can show me where everything would be.  I ran out of there so fast!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, a few days ago,  I got a call saying I have to wipe this little shit of a dog after every time she pees.  Who the fuck does that?!?!  I'm also working 7 days a week..... waitressing has never looked so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656594536530057758-5627755572883632738?l=kirstendrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kirstendrew.blogspot.com/2008/07/creeps-everywhere.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kirsten Drew)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656594536530057758.post-8808470606694795039</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 15:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-25T08:07:28.265-07:00</atom:updated><title>This job must end!</title><description>Down with dog walking!!!  Yesterday, the first day day ever that it wasn't one million degrees, I walked my two pm dogs (two huge muts, one doesnt walk so i have to lift her and the other was labeled "aggressive" and tries to bite me).  When I got back to their place to drop them off (after climbing the 4 stories of stairs with them bc the aggressive one cant use the elevator for fear of biting people) the woman who owns them is there.  SHe asked how they were and then told me her light was delayed until tomorrow.  She was spontaneously going away for the weekend because her husband decided to leave her.  Like a true gentleman, he picked up and immediately moved into a new place....right across the street.  Oh, and he's taking her dogs and bird.  Then, she starts crying.  I'm standing there, drenched in humid sweat, hungover, and paralyzed with confusion.  I met this lady once before for 10 min, do I hug her?  Do I slowly back out the door?  Or do I slap her around and tell her herr husband was a creep anyway? SO many options.    I went for the sweaty hug.  It was just as awkward as I expected. Like if you were to hug your teacher or something.  Today I get to go meet the creepy husband at his new place.  I'm bringing mase.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656594536530057758-8808470606694795039?l=kirstendrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kirstendrew.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-job-must-end.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kirsten Drew)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656594536530057758.post-768291860276805684</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Jul 2008 04:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-20T21:30:53.437-07:00</atom:updated><title>dog walking= steaming pile of shit</title><description>The past week has been INSANE! Who knew being a "professional" dog walker would mean I was on call every second of the day?@??  Basically I am a human pooper scooper.  WIthin the past few days I have received frantic phone calls......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "You didn't leave a note?!?! Now the owner will never know if her dog pissed or shit, or both! She had to to race home from work and let them out immediately!"  However, before she took her dogs out, she made sure to call my boss, not me, voice her complaint, wait for my boss to call me, and thheeeennnnnn find out if she needed to walk her dog.  Idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Number two was more of an accusation. "I heard you were wearing a dress and heels to meet a client. she was concerned you wouldn't be able to walk her 8lb dog"  Ok, so it was 8am and i swung by this ladys' place to meet her, NOT TO WALK HER DOG AT THE TIME.  I threw on a dress from the night before....no heels, when was the last time I wore heels?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) and I quote..."However, I am very disappointed in Kirsten's watering skills.  Basically, my heirloom Brandywine tomatoes are dead and crispy brown, my dahlias almost dead, so probably no flowers this year, and everything else was very wilted, the earth caked and pulled away from their containers, my front yard a disheveled mess, when I got back on Sat. at noon. She was supposed to have watered on Mon and Weds and Friday, and clearly she didn't. I showed her the hose in the front, it should have been extremely easy. I even called her cell phone on Fri. to check in, she didn't indicate any problems. One of the MAIN reasons I hired your service was the plant watering aspect. We are going away again for a week in August, and I would consider using you again, but I would like some confidence that the person will actually be able to water the plants correctly. I would prefer not her again."&lt;br /&gt;I am officially a plant killer. ( and i did water her plants all three days, for the record.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This job sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656594536530057758-768291860276805684?l=kirstendrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kirstendrew.blogspot.com/2008/07/dog-walking-steaming-pile-of-shit.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kirsten Drew)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656594536530057758.post-6207946156470324118</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Jul 2008 14:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-04T07:47:18.961-07:00</atom:updated><title>When I grow up....</title><description>...I want to forget everything i have learned after the age of 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years of being tortured through schools, middle, high school and stupid college, got me jobs doing things as using the alphabet, cleaning up dog shit, placing sunglasses in numerical order, and walking.  Why bother even going to school! I would have been qualified after I learned how to read!  It is truly amazing.  Another thing that I have realized that fascinates me is people's use of defense mechanisms.  A person can be so scared that someone will do something to them, they end up doing it to themselves subconsciously, and then everything gets fucked up!  How crazy are we that we constantly sabotage ourselves through fear?  The human race is a fucked up thing full of impending doom.  Does anyone else feel it? I do.  There's such a heavy air of sadness around in the past few months.  My awareness of it started in Ringwood and worked its way over to jersey city.  I'm sure it's all over the northeast working its overwhelming way over to the suicide states (aka midwest).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656594536530057758-6207946156470324118?l=kirstendrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kirstendrew.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-i-grow-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kirsten Drew)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656594536530057758.post-4077667240969513790</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jun 2008 05:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-29T22:26:57.818-07:00</atom:updated><title>"Aw fuck it, i'm gonna have a party!"</title><description>After 23 years of absolute anxiety I have finally realized "what does it matter, we're all just going to die anyway."  It's the truest statement i have ever said.  Why worry and go fucking crazy?  EVERYONE just dies anyway!  With this statement present in the front of my mind I almost feel empowered.   I am now ready to try and read a book.  If i'm going to die eventually anyway, I might as well try and become a more well rounded person while I can.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A List of Previous Failed Attempts to try and Stay Sane:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Aggressively walking&lt;br /&gt;-Gin Gin Gin Gin Gin&lt;br /&gt;-coloring&lt;br /&gt;-watching crazy childrens shows in the morning (Yo Gabba Gabba, Fraggle Rock, etc)&lt;br /&gt;-shopping&lt;br /&gt;-getting lost in the woods/park&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656594536530057758-4077667240969513790?l=kirstendrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kirstendrew.blogspot.com/2008/06/aw-fuck-it-im-gonna-have-party.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kirsten Drew)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656594536530057758.post-8316158570825909078</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Jun 2008 19:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-20T13:03:15.558-07:00</atom:updated><title>"Amazing still it seems, i'll be 23...."</title><description>While washing the hot sauce off my foot in the shower (last night i dropped a huge bottle of hot sauce and it exploded everywhere), I came to a few realizations.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, as I kick 22's ass out the fucking window, and welcome 23 with caution and lack of trust, I seem to become more and more of a hot mess everyday!  At first I thought my clumsiness/ bad luck/ stupidity was just a phase, but I was wrong.  In fact, it's getting progressively worse as the years go on.  So much for that psychic saying my bad luck will end two December's ago....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next two are things I already knew, but tried so hard to have faith and not believe them, until i found myself speaking like an after school special last night.  "...but what sucks is that nothing can be accomplished unless people have faith in themselves,"  and something else along the lines of "everything's the same no matter where you go."  That equals a big fat LAME.&lt;br /&gt;I hate growing up.  I don't want to lose all my friends (like my mom told me will happen).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok and a question, if I think that all boys are the same, do boys think that all girls are the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND! HOW DO I GET MY CATS TO STOP HIDING UNDER MY BED!??!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656594536530057758-8316158570825909078?l=kirstendrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kirstendrew.blogspot.com/2008/06/amazing-still-it-seems-ill-be-23.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kirsten Drew)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656594536530057758.post-3701033432537345590</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Jun 2008 01:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-05T18:23:33.652-07:00</atom:updated><title>new apt...almost there.....</title><description>&lt;a href="http://s258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_0476.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/DSC_0476.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_0477.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/DSC_0477.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_0478.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/DSC_0478.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_0479.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/DSC_0479.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_0480.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/DSC_0480.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656594536530057758-3701033432537345590?l=kirstendrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kirstendrew.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-aptalmost-there.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kirsten Drew)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656594536530057758.post-322804656402954782</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 May 2008 00:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-17T17:03:53.118-07:00</atom:updated><title>Tour de 315 3rd!</title><description>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/83ZU_9Vcrxo"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/83ZU_9Vcrxo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656594536530057758-322804656402954782?l=kirstendrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kirstendrew.blogspot.com/2008/05/tour-de-315-3rd.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kirsten Drew)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656594536530057758.post-2623085595287769940</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Apr 2008 05:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-29T22:10:43.263-07:00</atom:updated><title>panic pagoda&gt; cranky cave</title><description>My moms bffe said today that i am a freshman in life.  so true! and waaaay crazier than a freshman in high school or college.  This is it.  No "4 years and it will be over" bullshit.  This is the beginning of the end.  Every decision will affect THE REST OF YOUR LIFE!  can you tell i'm having a nervous breakdown?  Tomorrow, April 30, I have a job interview with a high end jewelry designer, Jennifer Miller.  I am also bringing my checkbook in case i get the call from Min that says "go to JC and give dumb donna (the broker) your cash money"..... tomorrow could be the start of something huuuuuuge! Or, it can be a complete failure.  Who knows.  For a planner to have no plan, it's one of the scariest things in the world!  There's only one thing that can wipe out my mind of all thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R9PqjMSNfkU&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R9PqjMSNfkU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656594536530057758-2623085595287769940?l=kirstendrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kirstendrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/yo-gabba-gabba-party-in-my-tummy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kirsten Drew)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656594536530057758.post-4068724805751448782</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Apr 2008 07:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-25T00:57:44.636-07:00</atom:updated><title>Current Like and Dislike</title><description>My most current Like....the 'missed connection' ads on craigs list personals! they're addicting to read! the first time i encountered one of these was in seattle (&lt;3)&lt;br /&gt;"On Sunday Night 4/20/08 you - a female brunette in her mid twenties- were behind me at the A&amp;P Express check out line. I let you cut in front of me since I had 10+ items and you only had 2 4-packs of Fleischmann's margarine, I didn't want you to have to wait. The margarine ended up being on sale and I let you use my Bonus Card. You saved a couple bucks, sweet! &lt;br /&gt;You thanked me three times. The check out girl even told me, "Wow, she was into you." &lt;br /&gt;Well, whether you were or not, you made my weekend."&lt;br /&gt;I could read these all night....oh wait, i have.&lt;br /&gt;My most current dislike....&lt;br /&gt;CROCS "CYPRUS"! *vom vom* i saw an ad for them. they have 3" heels!!!! ahhh! they're so ugly they almost offend me.  it's not like regular crocs were bad enough, now they have to target women who think so low of themselves that they would succumb to buying heeled gardening shoes! there's just some things i will never understand... like the midwest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656594536530057758-4068724805751448782?l=kirstendrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kirstendrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/current-like-and-dislike.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kirsten Drew)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656594536530057758.post-2084220424841385449</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2008 23:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-16T16:52:51.197-07:00</atom:updated><title>"how can anyone deny the benefits of lying with your friends"</title><description>Apples in Stereo understand bed party!!!!  Finally! Another believer!  This is a point I can never clearly relay.  It always ends up real dirty, or just plain ol creepy.  What's so wrong about wanting to have a huge PJ party, with allll your friends, in a bed!? Sleeping could be so much more fun.  I'd also buy everyone PJ sets.  Everyone deserves a good PJ set.  Plus, the best part of a big party is the morning after.  Everyone recaps  the tid bits they remember from the night before, this way, all the folks who blacked out can be caught up on how they spent their night (always useful, and most of the time, embarrassing).  Plus, breakfast rules after a party!  And that is also when it is funny that some guests are still throwing up.  I propose bed parties for all!! And if there is no bed big enough, line the floor with mattresses!  Groping? No.  Cuddling? Perhaps, but you must get permission first.  Best slumber party EVER?  Absolutely!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656594536530057758-2084220424841385449?l=kirstendrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kirstendrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-can-anyone-deny-benefits-of-lying.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kirsten Drew)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656594536530057758.post-6251610884854830520</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Apr 2008 11:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-13T04:52:23.473-07:00</atom:updated><title>i'm wide awake, it's morning</title><description>After climbing down from my bed and laying on the floor for a while, I decided to come to my computer.  It's 7:40 am.  I'm exhausted but can't seem to sleep.  Charlie's party was pretty awesome.  His roommate and him beat a pinata, that was a mini, yummy version of my car, to a pulp.  Sara found the jackpot with the whoppers.  Charlie seemed really happy and that's all that matters.  I love my friends birthdays. It's kind of odd.  I just want people to be happy.  &lt;div&gt;There's a weird bird outside my window making toooooo much noise!!! And John won't stop coughing.  At least I can't hear bag pipes....yet. Those things are the WORST to wake up to!  The sounds of spring need some getting used to.  Opening my window is like living in a whole new room.  The lesbian across the street with the insane mullet, her husbands truck is reeeaallllly loud.  He leaves for work at 5am. He also backs into my driveway to exit his.  Then, on most saturdays and all sundays the guy next to them practices his bag pipes at around 11am.  This week, it was during the week as well.  There also must be 4 different kinds of birds in the tree outside my window bc A) i hear the weirdest bird noises all the time and B) my car is usually covered in shit.  I'm just glad that i get to sleep with my foot on the window sill.  I didn't get to do that last summer....lets just say i had a 'house guest' who over stayed their welcome.  (Was that good for not naming names or what?)  I guess it's time for me to reclaim my position on the floor, and hopefully I will make it up to my bed sometime soon.  Boo for not being able to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656594536530057758-6251610884854830520?l=kirstendrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kirstendrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-wide-awake-its-morning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kirsten Drew)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656594536530057758.post-1433573390439745517</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Apr 2008 21:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-12T14:25:25.705-07:00</atom:updated><title>"I'm such a lucky mess.."</title><description>It's so beautiful out! I'm sitting on my deck, drinking coffee (at 5pm haha), enjoying the breeze, listening to some good sunny day tunes (Belle and Sebastian, Kimya Dawson etc).  I realized I am way broke so i'm in the process of sending Laura stuff to put up on ebay for me. She's the best!&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was pretty freaking awesome.  I filed at scholastic for a little and then headed uptown to meet Pete.  We strolled to Bergdorf's and looked at fun ties!!! Then we looked at alllllll the windows....  I think my favorite was the one with the girl with the cat head (no, not because she was part cat).  Finally Minha called us back.  We went to dinner at Landmarc.  It was really good.  I kept getting "in trouble" all day for being too loud, so I was psyched that it was loud in there.  "Mom" and "Dad" did however ask me if i needed crayons to sit through the dinner. aw boo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then parted ways with Pete, and Min and I went to see Nada Surf.  Amazing!  We had a great view, we weren't pressed up against snotty adolescents,  and they played for almost 2 hours!  I would highly recommend going to see them.  It is well worth the money and Matthew Caws voice is flawless.  We left the show after the last song "blankest year"... the one that sings "oh fuck it, i'm gonna have a party".  We were pumped.  I called Pete to see what he was doing.  They were at a bar in JC so Min and I took the path to grove st.  We got out and it was thunderstorming!!! It was pouring! So we started running.  Pete was an extreme gentleman and came and met us with an umbrella ( i was told not to yell under the umbrella!).  By the time we got there, Min and I were soaked from head to toe.  Upon looking at me Laura said "Kirsten brought her jerry curl".  the bar was fun.  Pete bought me a Killians Red (my fav beer) which i was especially in the mood for bc Nada Surf killed it on that song! i got home at 5am after driving through the craziest fog ever....stupid ringwood....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am off now to the grocery store to purchase ingredients for Charlie's bday treats! This is a good weekend.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656594536530057758-1433573390439745517?l=kirstendrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kirstendrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-such-lucky-mess.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kirsten Drew)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656594536530057758.post-1568023682557536655</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Apr 2008 00:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-06T23:23:06.847-07:00</atom:updated><title>Pirate skulls and bones</title><description>The only thing that kicked my Ringwood blues was guns. It was bangin. haha.  I was super scared! Laura most certainly was not.  That girl was like, Annie Oakley in a past life.  She said she loved the warmth of the gun.  She helped me load it, as did pete.  Actually, they loaded it for me.  Anyway, I shot the gun and my initial response was, woah. It was intense! And I couldn't stop laughing!  I decided I like the smell of gun powder a lot.  It totally let out some aggression.  Now it's time for some boxing. Bring on the gloves!!!!&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=kikilo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/kikilo.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=pete.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/pete.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=luke1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/luke1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=laura1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/laura1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=smallerme.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/smallerme.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656594536530057758-1568023682557536655?l=kirstendrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kirstendrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/pirate-skulls-and-bones.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kirsten Drew)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656594536530057758.post-2767957686493759487</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Apr 2008 04:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-03T21:45:36.995-07:00</atom:updated><title>kirsten likes color</title><description>No bus for me today!  I drove my little bug to JC where Laura dropped me off at the PATH.  We saw Will walking on the way so we picked him up!  How convenient!   He was taking the same train as me! It took me 40 min to get from JC to Bumble and Bumble (mental note).  Interview went well... the lady was sooo cool. (omg there's a hot guy sitting next to me at the bar at Starbucks).  I cant even write!  I get distracted so easily!  Ok, he's gone......aw boo....&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY!  SHe said the position might be filled already but she can see me doing other things there too, and that stuff always changes around there.  I explored the salon like she suggested and i REALLY want to work there.  She told me to keep in touch with her and she would do the same.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually felt good when I left there.  I then made my way to canal st to purchase more vintage "D&amp;amp;G" sunglasses.  I got 2 pairs!!!  The guy kept telling everyone i was his girlfriend...he was fat, old, asain, and missing teeth....apparently we've been dating for 3 years. if you need sunglasses, my man can hook you up....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pete then called to see how my interview went.  I got so wrapped up in explaining it to him that i walked the wrong way on Broadway and didnt even notice until right after i hung up! ( This was right after I claimed to him that I was "kinda good" at walking).  I really like this Starbucks.  The people are SUPER nice and its quiet (Broadway, right under canal).  i'm now off to walk in the CORRECT direction, purchase a gray cardigan, meet Minnie, eat a burrito, hop on the train, go to a vintage store opening where laura's going to work, drop Minnie off, and possibly swing by the forge to wish Glen a happy birthday! Happy Bday to Kel too!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....no forge, store was awesome! Pete got to come to dinner! Min and Pete were wearing great outfits and they totally matched&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656594536530057758-2767957686493759487?l=kirstendrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kirstendrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/kirsten-likes-color.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kirsten Drew)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656594536530057758.post-9125637041591741200</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Apr 2008 04:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-03T21:26:08.187-07:00</atom:updated><title>interview...pt1</title><description>(written on 4/2...blogged on 4/3)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Strangest bus ride ever!  Bruce the bus driver almost side swiped a car after the bus stalled 3 times then broke down on the side of the NJTP!  This fat lady sat on me when we sat down, then we transferred busses.  All these construction guys in dirty work boots were drinking beer in paper bags on the bus....the bus to ringwood...  the cops came after the switch and Bruce told everyone to hide their stashes.  Then a lady yelled "put that thing on the gas pedal!" and a guy replied " i'll tell you where to put it"....ew?  I would have head butted him, or used my self-defense training, taught by Tommy B......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My interview was good (Bergdorf, freelance styling).  She looked and sounded like Jane, Alissa's old roomie.  She wanted pics of the FP windows...too bad im dressed up and have inserted my self into each scene.....(ex...tutu's, boat, bear, dome...)  The reception area was fancy, and beige, exactly how i pictured it.  I had to walk through the visual closet to get to the lady's office.  It was really colorful, and really messy! I saw a hot pink Oscar de la Renta dress hanging out...so pretty!!!!  The interview only took a  hot 15 min....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch was bangin!  I went to the cinema cafe with Min, her friend Lindsay, and my dad.  He's crazy, but bought us lunch.  Min is apparently still the #1 daughter to my dad....and might just be my #1 wife....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i got home i baked Kelly a cupcake bouquet!  I did not think about how i would transport it though so ihad to drive 20 mph with it in a bucket.  Then Erin came over and we had the usual awesome night; arrested development, wine, and coloring.  A long successful day if i do say so myself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656594536530057758-9125637041591741200?l=kirstendrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kirstendrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/interviewpt1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kirsten Drew)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656594536530057758.post-2254337679617312126</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Mar 2008 05:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-30T22:52:39.383-07:00</atom:updated><title>Back to the blog...PR part 2....</title><description>Warm (humid), sandy, and lovely.... that is how i can describe my week (did i forget food coma as well?). Let me take a look at my notes...&lt;br /&gt;                                                    &lt;a href="http://s258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;* I learned that Puerto Rican diners are more delicious than NJ ones.  It's the truth! Now hear me out, the beer was cheap ($2.75), they give you a garlic kind of bread when you sit down, and they have fresh, amazing seafood for a decent price!  We must have spent around $20 for two meals and two beers (both for me of course)&lt;br /&gt;* I realized that I average around a gallon of water a day ( one day it was a half gallon in 30 min!) &lt;a href="http://s258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Some Spanish phrases I picked up while in San Juan...&lt;br /&gt;  1)No se de donde vinieron (las drogas)  ---&gt; I don't know where the drugs came from.&lt;br /&gt;  2)Donde esta la peleade gallos? ---&gt; Which way to the cock fight?&lt;br /&gt;  3)Creo que voy a vomitar. ---&gt; I think i'm going to vomit (one i used most)&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    We traveled to old San Juan one day to see the beautiful architecture &lt;a href="http://s258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;the cooooolest cemetery ever &lt;a href="http://s258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;and fucked up statues! &lt;a href="http://s258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night my 3rd LG chocolate cell phone broke! I had only had it for a week!! We went to dinner at the expensive restaurant at our hotel and  that night they had a special, with any purchase of 2 meals you get a bottle of house wine for free!  So naturally I drank the entire bottle.  That night we were awoke by a fire alarm.  So random.  Someone was trying to smoke a cigarette on our floor.  Idiots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was the rainforest!!! It was so beautiful!  We hiked through the lush foliage to a waterfall... &lt;a href="http://s258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/7.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha's fav. part was passing by 4 cute boys.  Minha says...." I was walkin walkin walkin, taking pictures.  Two hot guys say hello.  Walking, another hot guy.  Kirsten in the distance making the international grab ass sign."&lt;br /&gt;Our awesome tour guide, Hector, took us to an observatory and a few waterfalls.  We talked about tattoos (i'm making a generalization, but Puerto Ricans love my tattoo), and on the way back i asked him to tell us a story and it went something like this....&lt;br /&gt;Hector got home early one day (when he was still married) and was cleaning his van before he could take his wife out to dinner.  She asked if he needed any help to speed the process along.  He told her to help clean the inside of the van and to start from the back to the front.  Lo and behold, there was a naked spring breaker passed out on the back bench.  Her friends got her real drunk as part of a hazing process for a sorority, she passed out, and they took her clothes.  Naturally, the wife freaked the fucked out. Needless to say, they are no longer married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we went to a Mexican bar and grill and ate the spiciest jalapeño EVER!!!! I cried! But i ate it anyway.  We ate ourselves into food comas and i drank a margarita the size of my face (and then another one).  It was great, until I threw it all up.  But it was my last night in Puerto Rico,  vom wasn't about to get me down!  I flushed that food and marg's down the toilet, and started a bed jumping dance frenzy ("Kirsten, let's jam!").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/9.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/8.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming home was stressful (cab-&gt;plane, plane-&gt;air train, air train-&gt;A train, A train-&gt; bus, bus-&gt; walking, walking-&gt;car, car-&gt; verizon, verizon-&gt; HOME!).&lt;br /&gt;I got a new phone, 4th one!!!!! DONT GET THE LG VERIZON CHOCOLATE!!!! THEY HATE PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;Vaca was fun!  I loved being warm.... however, I am still finding sand in my scalp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656594536530057758-2254337679617312126?l=kirstendrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kirstendrew.blogspot.com/2008/03/back-to-blogpr-part-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kirsten Drew)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656594536530057758.post-6869371710694198313</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Mar 2008 03:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-24T20:42:58.485-07:00</atom:updated><title>Puerto Rico... take 1....</title><description>Greetings from San Juan!!!! It's 11.32 pm, i'm sitting on a deck with minha (which btw has tiles with tangerines on them), in short sleeves, listening to the ocean and staring at some palm trees. Ahhhhhh...it's good to not have a job.&lt;div&gt;Minha and I couldn't sit together on the plane...no, not because i would annoy her half to death and not let her sleep, but because we both got stuck sitting next to mother/daughter pairs.  I did however get to watch Juno on the plane while some little shit of a kid was kicking my chair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our hotel is blue.... very very blue.  All the lighting gives off a blue glow...i personally would have liked pink, but it's really pretty!  The first thing we did when we ran into the room was jump on the awesome bed!  (pictures of everything to come, i forgot my cable).  We then ate a heaping pile of nachos, which were made on wontons and they had ginger on them. so good! I also had the best iced coffee ever!!!  Did i mention it was all on the roof?  We then walked on the beach and i found a real live sand dollar! So creepy.... then we layed on the huge white couches on the roof. As agnello luck would have it, I got a call from Bumble and Bumble to set up an interview...which is great, but unfortunate that they waited to call until the day i left.  I left the lady a message and hopefully she'll meet with me next week (all of you with that thing called good luck, cross those fingers!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Min and I raced in mario kart on our DSs' while listening to michael jackson.  For dinner, we had the bessssst sushi ever..... on the roof. I got a free drink because the bar tender made an extra! yesssss!!! We're beat and can't wait to go to the beach tomorrow.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another blog, another day.... wooooooooooo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656594536530057758-6869371710694198313?l=kirstendrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kirstendrew.blogspot.com/2008/03/puerto-rico-take-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kirsten Drew)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656594536530057758.post-5998907843848710223</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Mar 2008 20:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-14T13:19:20.524-07:00</atom:updated><title>RIP Kirsten's coolness</title><description>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yesterday,  March 13, 2008, Kirsten Drew Agnello's coolness has passed on.  We all knew it ran its last course when Kirsten went tanning a few days ago to help shield herself from the Puerto Rico sun in a week.  It's final hour was spent applying to a creative group, and reading the latest issue of Rolling Stone yesterday afternoon.  It passed between the times of 9pm-11pm last night, when Kirsten found herself watching Lost with Bear, and talking to the tv.  She then went to the forge with a few friends.  It was pronounced dead at the exact moment that Steve Brown yelled "who's that hot girl across the bar?" to her.  Kirsten was seen today at the eye doctor, picking out a quite lame pair of brown glasses.  She then went grocery shopping and chatted it up with the unemployed house wives and stay at home moms.  She proceeded to go to the bank, and then go home and bake treats for various friends.  At the time of 2:15, she went tanning again, then came home and made home made hummus.  While making hummus, Kirsten admitted to Pete ( who she tried to dress up in JCrew attire and go sailing a few days ago), that she was a fan of tennis and wanted a tennis skirt.  She then showered and sat on her bed in her bathrobe and blogged.  It seems as if her coolness was replaced with a lame strain of domesticity.  It will be missed by all, but in the easter spirit,  it may rise again!  A trip to good ol 16 Bryant may just be the thing to revive this cold, dead, decaying 'cool'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656594536530057758-5998907843848710223?l=kirstendrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kirstendrew.blogspot.com/2008/03/rip-kirstens-coolness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kirsten Drew)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656594536530057758.post-2769593922728546000</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Mar 2008 00:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-11T22:49:47.386-07:00</atom:updated><title>the 24 hours of good luck</title><description>Today started out like every other day.....&lt;div&gt;I woke up, made coffee, and got to writing some more cover letters.  Little did i know, today would be the day i'd be a big girl.  I was debating whether or not to make a third cup of coffee.  Did i really need it?  Of course i did! So i made that third cup.  Sitting at my computer at the island in the kitchen, i began to sip that coffee and all of a sudden steaming HOT coffee was spilled all over the island!!!! Everything was soaked! It dripped down the cabinets, into the spices, my cupcake tins were soaked!!!!  The kitchen reeked of coffee....but what did not get a bit of coffee on it?  My computer.  Any other day my computer would have been fried.  My clumsiness has soaked a camera, phone, and ipod.  So my computer was spared??? This MUST be my lucky day!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While cleaning up endless amounts of caffeine, my phone rang.  My long lost friend Glen called, wanting to go to Letchworth.  In case you didn't know, it's an abandoned community for the epileptic and feebly minded.  This place has been run down for 10+ years and Jake took Lauren and i there right before new years.  The first time i went i was petrified,....Jake held my hand the entire time!!!!  I warned glen.  PLUS, we needed someone to neutralize our horrible luck (glen and i have toxic luck together).  In came Andy, and thank god bc i missed him too!  So the 3 of us headed to Letchworth.  I warned them, 'guys if i grab your arms or hands, dont be alarmed.'  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We entered the building with the morgue in the basement....the one that burned down on the top floor.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=burntbooks.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/burntbooks.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After exploring, Andy climbed on the roof! &lt;a href="http://s258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=andy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/andy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glen and I soon followed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/?action=view&amp;amp;current=creepglen.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh257/kirstendrew326/creepglen.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I apparently got a splinter in the process.  We all climbed inside and headed downstairs.   I found myself becoming extremely brave and leading the way!  I couldn't believe it!!!!  I had all of a sudden become a big girl!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After this lovely excursion, i headed home.  Bear and Fox were waiting for me and i gave them big fat hugs.  I saw a lot of abandoned cats today and wanted to take them all in.  Sadly, they wouldn't come anywhere near me.  Go figure!  I also came home to an awesome post card from Pete!!! I love post cards, almost as much as i love this blog......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erin came over to color.  I explained to her how my luck was strangely not that bad in the past 24 hours.  We rejoiced and colored!!!  She colored her brother a beautiful picture of strawberry shortcake hugging a snowman.....then, an hour later, i spilled a full glass of water all over that picture and her entire coloring book....as well as everything else on the table....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moral of this story.... my good luck lasted for 24 hours.  It was a great 24 hours...no injuries, a surprise or two,  got stuff done, didn't ruin anything, and got a chance to hangout with/ talk to people i really wanted to (minha, glen, andy, erin, lauren, jesslyn, laura, pete.. blahblahblah).  I hope this happens again, but until then, i'm really glad i bought this bottle of gin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656594536530057758-2769593922728546000?l=kirstendrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kirstendrew.blogspot.com/2008/03/24-hours-of-good-luck.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kirsten Drew)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>