Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand
Krisis has been creating Crushing Krisis since 2000, writing songs since 1996, and reading comics since 1991. He is a Customer Success and Digital Brand Strategy executive, serial organizer, parent, and feminist, among other things. Based in Philly through 2017, he now resides in Wellington, NZ.
by krisis
So, in the last week a lot of things changed a bit. I can’t really quantify it, but the last 7 days were rather significant in comparison to the rest of my year; it wasn’t getting into the play or getting all my work done or anything like that. It was unquantifiable change. I suppose i should be requesting a recount…
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Well, actually, in the one that i can recall we fed a man to a bobcat. But, there were extenuating circumstances
by krisis
Sorry for the lack of anything that would be relatively considered content, but if it’s any consolation, my hell week is over!!! To celebrate, i got about 16 hours of sleep last night and dreamed a wide array of totally wierd dreams, none of which i can recall. But they were all wierd.
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I might wind up with a C in dreaded Philosophy, but my papers are ready to be handed in, so i won’t do any worse then that (unless he decided to be really heartless and gives me a D on both papers, which i would be insulted by just a tad). I sorta skipped a final to finish the second paper, but i can catch it again later today. All that’s left now is a paper over the weekend a handful of tests next friday. And then it’s off to Florida. Yep, nonstop fun. At least i finally bought a compact disc player for the flight down…
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I just blocked my own mother on instant messenger. If you think that sounds harsh, you obviously missed out on my briefly posted page-long rampage after i finally cut her off. Basically, for as busy as the woman claims to be, she has totally forgotten about the concept of school and has never done anything vaguely extra-curricular, so she just doesn’t seem to grasp the concept of my schedule even though she says “oh, i know, i’m busy too.” Alone-time and friends are just about the only hi-lites of my life right now, and maybe when i’m on co-op i’ll be a bit more cheery about evenings, but at this point i dread even taking a single phone call. Anyhow, i even mentioned that i was in the middle of writing a paper and she kept talking. I mean, god bless her, but if she wants to just jabber at me endlessly she should either get a blog or email me. I mean endless jabber is what blogging and email are for, right?