today, i like nothing. so i'm doing an anti-post on things i hate.

school tops the list. i hate seminar, and reading for seminar, and writing precis. i hate TAing, and i hate going to really stupid lectures. (tell me how any intelligent person can consider decolonization an uncomplicated topic, please. one worthy of only a 20 minute lecture. GOD.) i hate having to deal with student papers and student exams. i hate my research project and the 30 page paper i have to write for it this weekend. i hate the presentation i have to give in less than two weeks. i hate that my school is on a quarter system and i won't be done until mid-June.

i hate that i have a mostly useless degree, no job, and a mountain of school-related debt while everyone else i know has moved past this phase of their lives and gets to do fun things like travel. i hate that in the midst of all the crap listed above, i have to find an apartment in oakland and start looking for a job. i hate moving. right this second, i even hate my car, because i'm moving to oakland and i can't fucking parallel park AT ALL in a manual.

i hate almost everyone around me right now. the nicer the people, the more they piss me off. i can really only deal with people who are as stressed out, freaked out, and pissed off as i am.

to totally contradict this diatribe, here are a couple things i do still like: diet coke. whoppers. my cat, who will be living with me soon. the idea of living by myself and buying new bookcases. sushi. going to see X3 tonight. my ipod. a potential trip to vegas this summer for a wedding. a trip to lompoc in august to see my brother (don't ask), and two of my favorite people. my new black skirt.

today, fedoras and the men who wear them.











































now, i realize you're thinking "kim, you crack smoker, where are the lovely boys of homicide? they wear fedoras in such a delightful fashion." this is very true, dear reader. however, the internet is distressingly short on photos of either frank pembleton or meldrick lewis actually wearing a fedora.

i've been discovering music lately. here's what i'm digging (with the return of links!):

rilo kiley. totally awesome.

the magnetic fields. they have a 3 disc opus called 69 love songs. need i say more?

the mountain goats. weird and hilarious. i'm particularly fond of the best ever death metal band in denton off an album called all hail west texas, which you just know appeals to me. sadly playing SF june 11-12, when i totally can't go.

i really like the sleater-kinney song i wanna be your joey ramone.

i found an mp3 of weezer covering hit me baby one more time. sometimes i can almost forget that rivers has betrayed my love with the most recent album.

i find that chicken payback song really entertaining.

3 songs in quick succession - ray charles, georgia on my mind; norah jones, turn me on; nick cave & the bad seeds, babe, you turn me on (off the recent double album, which is incredible).

and, for some reason, bowling for soup. they remind me of nerf herder, except with even more pop, less punk.

morningwood, take off your clothes. less than two minutes of awesomeness.

frank sinatra, my way, and dean martin, especially his medley o' drinking songs. don't ask, i have no idea why i've suddenly become really into the rat pack. especially dino.

merle haggard, sally let your bangs hang down. i listen to this all the time.

mary lou lord. i love the bitterness and condescension of she had you.

michelle featherstone has this really slow, sad song called coffee and cigarettes that i like for numerous reasons.

i have also come to believe that junior brown's my baby don't dance to nothing but ernest tubb is a brilliant song (but it doesn't get a link because all the urls for it are too long).

wilco's we're just friends got obnoxiously stuck in my head the other day until i came to appreciate it, and i love passenger side.

still love the old 97's, particularly weightless (a nice happy song) and w-i-f-e, your classic drowning your sorrows honky tonk song.

and, can't forget, WEEN and the FLAMING LIPS. take that, bitches.

ok, now i remember why the links went away. that just took a shitload of time. time i should have been using to grade midterms.