Thursday, December 16, 2004

mortality attack.

i am supposed to go xmas shopping with my mom today, and, uncharacteristically she hasn't called me yet today about it. i called her office earlier and the lady who answered said she'd left for the day, at, like 1:30pm. i was a bit confused, because i didn't know she was leaving, but i called her cellphone, left a message, called home, left a message. time passes, i call her again, still no answer, no response to the messages. so, characterisically, i assume, well, it's not like her not to call, so if she's not calling, it must be something serious, therefore she must have gotten in an accident and is possibly in the hospital, or dead by the road and no one's found her. (seriously, i think this stuff.) i start feeling kinda panicky, tears start coming to my eyes, imagining her dead, how i'd handle that, how lonely it makes me feel just to think about it...etc. so, i decide, as i'm sniffling, to call her office again, just to see where she said she was going, thinking, maybe she's in a hair appointment, trying not to panic but still starting to cry. turns out she's at the xmas party for the company, at another site. which explains why she's not home, or answering her cell. duh.

and i do this, the assuming that if the person was ALIVE, they'd have called, ALL THE TIME.

anyone who knows me well knows that's totally remarkably neurotic of me, and, while a common behavior trait, not really consistent with my personality. it's so annoying. i have pictured everyone i love, dead, by the side of the road, unfound. i am ready to let go of this totally unhelpful mental pattern. seriously.

Current mood: embarrassed
Currently listening : Logic Will Break Your Heart - By Stills

Monday, December 13, 2004


i totally kicked my finals' asses. now i am on winter break. i bought myself a cool silver leather bracelet and a cozy scarf to celebrate. i can't decide what to do first... i have such limited time and so many books to read. i always binge read over winter break.

oh, i am taking chorus next semester. the real kind, too, that you have to audition for, even. i am a little bit nervous, but i am tired of not doing anything with my lovely pipes. gotta use 'em or lose 'em.

indian food for din-din, with mom and shannon. me and the shann-man had indian food on friday. we're shameless, itellya. it's just so tasty. yumyum.

i am currently listening to the greatest christmas album ever. i highly reccommend it. christmasy without making you hurl.

okay. enough being here. i am going to go start my binge reading. iamsoexcitedyayyayyay!

Current mood: excited
Currently listening :
A Charlie Brown Christmas: The Original Sound Track Recording Of The CBS Television Special - By Vince Guaraldi Trio

Sunday, December 12, 2004

stupid flu.

i have that goddamn flu thing that's going around, where you feel REALLY shitty for a couple of days, and then feel shitty enough to want to change bodies with someone else for, like, 7 years. i need some way to rinse out my lungs.

i have this hideous cough, that is totally unproductive, and is ripping my poor throat and wind-pipe to shreds. i am a nose-blowing, snot-snarfling moster. i have wicked sinus pressure. if i breathe to deeply, or quickly, while i am sleeping, i am forced to cough my lungs out for an hour before i can get back to sleep. the side of my bed is a used hankerchief/kleenex forest. i just got back from a trip to chicago and my bag is unpacked because i feel like ass and don't want to keep bending over to get the stuff out of my suitcase, because the sinus pressure might make my eyeballs pop out. also, i lost my voice yesterday, but it's coming back a bit today. me and shannon were singing in the car and with my cracking voice, it sounded funny.

luckily for me, i got it from shannon, and he hasn't gotten over it, either, so i am not alone in my illness-induced foulness. it's a symphony of sneezing, sniffling, coughing and nose-blowing over here.

and finals are tomorrow. crap.

Current mood: uncomfortable
Currently reading : Quicksilver (The Baroque Cycle, Vol. 1) - By Neal Stephenson

Sunday, November 28, 2004

hell fuckin' yeah.

i finished my personal statement for my UC application. it was like giving myself an appendectomy or something, sisyphean in exurtion, but i kicked its bitch-ass and now i'm HELLA getting into college. next step, recopy the 3,000,000,000,000 page application, write those Board of Governors fucks a check for $110 (for the honor of being considered by their school) and mail the whole kit and caboodle, with the proof of mailing, in case of postal service-related monkey business. there is a light at the end of this god-cursed tunnel. fuckin' a.

Current mood: accomplished

Wednesday, November 3, 2004

pet peeve

okay, this is my new pet peeve:

i hate it when you're in a big public bathroom, with multiple stalls available, and someone comes in and gets into the stall right next to you. the entire bathroom is theirs to choose from, but they choose the one RIGHT next to you. i feel like keeping one stall as a buffer, whenever possible, is the polite thing to do, unless you're peeing with your friend and you're chatting or something. strangers, though, require a little breathing room. if you have no choice, then fine, but if you do, that's rude.
that's what i think.

current mood: annoyed

Sunday, October 17, 2004

My poor hair..

My hair is a different color in almost every single picture I have on here. My poor hair... I should get Shannon to take some pictures of my new haircut. It's....different.

Thursday, July 8, 2004

my perfect boyfriend.

From : Shannon Mills
Sent : Monday, June 28, 2004 9:44 AM
To : "Ms. Kira Fisher"
Subject : ahoy mate!!

let’s sail away past the noise of the bay
let’s sail away past the birth and death of the day
let’s sail away to where the blues and greens swirl into gray
let’s sail away
let’s sail away past the cradle of these waves
let’s sail away past the tide and its slow decay
let’s sail away to where the water goes-some endless open space
let’s sail away
take only what you need, my love, and leave the rest behind
don’t be afraid of where we’ll go, my love
i promise you will be fine
now you are the only one thats mine
let’s sail away past the reflections of the light
let’s sail away floating weightless through the night
let’s sail away like a photograph, fading to all white
it’s finally all right
forget all the mistakes my love
they won’t be made again
leave the photos in the drawer, my love
we no longer need them
we both know where we’ve been
let’s sail away disappearing in a mist
let’s sail away with a whisper and a kiss
or vanish from a road somewhere, like tereza and tomas,
suspended in this bliss.

I love my boyfriend so freakin' much. Jesus.

Tuesday, April 6, 2004

What happens now?

I am wasting time at school. The funeral for the afore-mentioned dead friend is in one hour.

I am worried that I am not dressed mournfully enough. I am not an especially mournful person. I am a person who is addicted to color. I am wearing a hot pink camisole under a black button down. I am going to be wearing purple shoes. Will his family be offended?

A huge cross-section of the people that I know will be at this funeral. It has the semi-nauseating dual purpose of social gathering and peace-making situation. I feel like a shallow asshole for worrying about if I look fat, since I'll be seeing a bazillion people I know from high school. I dread that "you've really let yourself go" look. I never get it, but I still dread it.... Thanks, Unrealistic American Beauty Standards! It never gets old, Itellyouwhat!

At Passover last night, my aunt, Sharon, lit a candle from the Holocaust Museum, and asked us all to send a prayer to loved ones who weren't with us, either in body, or in spirit, and I said a prayer for the dead friend's family, and for my recently deceased cousin's family, too. He has a brother who is 2 years younger than him. How does a family survive grief like that? How can they even face each other? What do they talk about? I have this feeling like they aren't dealing with it especially well. My cousin who lived spent the entire memorial buffet dinner smoking and drinking beer in his undershirt in the parking lot. When I saw him at the service he asked me how I was doing, like it was any old day. Like it was Easter, as opposed to his older brother's funeral.

After the service today, I am sure there will be drinking at a relative's house. I feel weird about drinking to excess to commemorate the death of someone who died from doing drugs to excess. Call me old-fashioned. Seems icky.

Oh well. Time to get tarted up and catch the bus to the funeral. Wish me luck.

Saturday, April 3, 2004


This month has been so fuckin' lame. What's up with everything being bad at the same time? There should be rules about how many things are allowed to explode all over you at one time. " is shitty and you're feeling fat and funky? Okay. We'll make sure your friend situation and your physical space are mellow and tidy." Instead, everything falls apart at the same time. I cried 5 times yesterday. I am not opposed to getting my cry on, but c'mon now. That's just excessive. Enough, already.

It seems like things are really tough for a lot of people right now. I haven't talked to anyone who said, "Man, things have been really rad lately." Everyone I have bitched to about my ass-bad life right now has said, "Yeah, actually, me, too." It's nice to know I'm not alone, though it means people have less patience to listen to me bitch and moan, which is a shame. I like to complain from time to time.

A guy I went to middle school and high school with just died of an accidental drug overdose. Some mixing of the pills..morphine, valium, whatev'. Another guy I know from way back, though less intimately, found his dead body. How fucking traumatic. I'm mad at the dead guy. What a stupid way to die. How selfish, to be so consumed with your pursuit for pleasure or escape that you die, leaving your loved ones to deal with your carelessness. Whatever, I know I'm being totally insensitive and simplistic about it, and happy people do experiment with drugs to excess. As Zoe said yesterday, fine, I'll wear the Bitch Crown for now.

This death comes so close to my cousin's embarrassing, foolish accidental death, as well. I am still pissed at him, too. Drunk driving, at night, on a non-street-equipped dirtbike, no helmet, after a major rain storm, at 3 in the morning. It would have been a bonafide miracle if he HADN'T died.

They didn't even mention the way he died at the funeral, either. No one mentioned drunk driving once. I wanted to get up, go to the lectern in front of the church full of young people (mostly under 30) and mention the unmentionable...this could be you. This could've been anyone; could've been any one of hundreds of people that we all know and love. But this time it was my cousin. Is that risk really worth it? Yeah, so you might get to sleep in your bed, rather than on someone's floor or couch. Yeah, your toothbrush is at your house. So what? What if you die, instead of making it home? What if you're the one that everyone gathers for in the church, talking in hushed tones, smoking dejectedly outside in a worried crowd afterwards? (Technically, it couldn't be me, because I don't know how to drive, so I am not subject to this rant. Think of Jesus's words, about letting him who is without sin cast the first stone...I am without this specific sin, so I'll chuck away.)

My friend has had to nurse another old friend for the last 24 hours, helping him deal with his grief over the death of the afore-mentioned dead guy. My friend hasn't even been able to cry yet, because she's been so consumed with this other friend's emotions about the death.

I kicked that dead guy in the nuts in 8th grade. We went to the Marin County Fair together. I bought ecstacy from him multiple times, when he was a mini drug lord and I was doing those sorts of drugs.

He got his teeth done recently. He always had charmingly crooked teeth, but when he started making money selling real estate he decided to get them done. They were straight and perfect and the brightest possible human white. It looked like those teeth that Jim Carrey wore in The Mask. I gave him a hug and and admired his new grill. He got embarrassed and said he'd just gotten them bleached. I thought it was silly that he lied. Why bother? I am a small B cup, so I'd never be able to pull off a boob job without it being really obvious. The dead guy's teeth were the same way. They were noticeably crooked before, but not at all unpleasantly. I just thought it was so silly that he lied about it.

He was deaf and wore a hearing aid. He had a laugh that everyone loved to imitate. It sounded like a bird call. He went through the phase in the end of middle school and early high school where he said "Haiku" in the place of "Hi" or "what's up." "Haiku, Dude. Haiku." And he'd hold his hand up, to give you a high five. He was the sort of guy who always had the newest, craziest fancy cell phone. The unfortunate, prevalent bad taste of middle school notwithstanding, he was always nicely dressed.. Really funny. Life of the party. He dealt drugs for years and years.

We were not close friends these days. We hadn't been in a really, really long time. But I feel really sad about it, about his death. Sadder than I did about my cousin. I don't see my cousins all that often. They're in Martinez, I'm in Marin. We might as well be separated by an ocean and a continent. So, having the close acquaintance die seems more serious, because he was reliable and always around. My cousin has been almost a stranger to me for years, as has this other guy. Maybe that's why I feel so sad about them. I didn't know them, but I could have. I missed my chance to know them.

Andrew Lau, Shane Gehrau. Both of you would have preferred beers to tears, but I don't have any 40oz to tip to you, so the tears will have to do. I'm sorry I missed you both..

Friday, January 16, 2004

Suicide Girls

Enough already. I get it. You're naked and you have tattoos. Leave me alone.