Inside Kimmy's Mind

So today was the Houston Indie Book Fest and I couldn’t be more excited. This is my favorite event that happens every April here in Houston, it is the reason I discovered my love for the literary world. Well…for the publishing world.

I had a blast! I worked the CLMP table from 1 to 5, it was so much fun but I came home exhausted. I immediately passed out and didn’t wake up until 10:30. After being surrounded by so much fiction and writers I actually find myself being inspired. So I’ll start writing my story for workshop on Thursday. I just wish the weekend was longer. >.<

I only bought two things, I’ve been planning on buying hard copies of this journal for THE longest time and I finally did today. The First Line has to be one of my favorite literary journals. I keep wanting to submit a story to them but I always miss out on the lines that I want. The line for may is...”I started collecting secrets when I was just six years old.” And submissions are due May 1st. I didn’t even get to really look around the Festival too much because I was already so tired. But I got what I wanted to buy and I had fun manning the table. I’m definitely going to start my story after I post this blog entry. My sister went around and filmed the festival so I plan on making a small video so you can see how awesome it was. Also, I had a surprised visit from my dancing partner, Julian, mentioned in this entry. It was nice catching up with him and he even stayed awhile to help me sell books. You’ll see in the video I post below. It was nice seeing him, it’s been awhile. Anyway, so I’ve just been craving some time to just create something. Be it writing, knitting, sewing, or even filming a vlog about something. There are several vlogs I want to make. Like about products I use, or an outfit of the day, especially this Houston series I desperately want to start. Which would  basically be a vlog where I introduce my favorite shops and restaurants that make me love living in Houston.

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I was going to  rant about class credits and minors, but something else happened the other day that I have to vent. Sorry, but this is a ranting post but I think you might want to hear about it, especially seeing as all of my readers are pretty much female. So in my literary studies class we are reading Death of a Salesman. I arrived not expecting the discussion to take the turn that it did, and I had no intention of speaking up. I’ll try to keep this short.

So my professor opened up the discussion about whether or not growing up without a father does any damage to a person. The character in the play Willy grows up without one and whatnot. So my class contains only women. Several of which grew up with their dad not being present in their lives…they spoke up so I’m not speculating. I want to discuss what two particular classmates of mine said during our discussions. Let’s call them Girl A and Girl B. So both A and B grew up with out their dads. I had said, that I felt it depends on how a person handles certain things in life that determines whether or not having a dad or not will hurt or better them. I know there are probably studies that show children do better with both parents, but there are also kids from a single parent house hold that accomplish a lot because of how they were raised. Girl A starts to spout about how she didn’t need her dad and that it does depend on the person. I digress, on to the real rant…so my professor leads the discussion to the job of a husband and wife in a house hold. For every dollar a man makes a woman makes 77 cents. I’ve always known that men have been paid more than women. Girl A starts to speak up again, she looks at the difference and says, “It’s so sad.” My teacher begins to question her and asks why. She then starts saying how it’s a pill women have to swallow and how horrible it is. But to just swallow it. O.o huh? I couldn’t believe my ears.

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This has been a draft for already three weeks, so now I’m just going to post it.

So last last… last Friday, my family and I went to Mission Texas to visit my grandparents. Even though I have hopes to maybe one day travel to different places, I hate long car rides. They are uncomfortable for all who are involved. So I usually try to time travel and sleep the entire drive. That means I miss out on scenery and road trip games. But let’s be honest…are those always fun? Not for this road trip. Anyway, so we left our house around 5 AM and Kat and I did not sleep that night so I was pretty grumpy. Not that I’m a morning person to begin with. After packing up the truck we left the house while it was still dark out. I went to sleep and didn’t wake up until 9 AM, that was when we stopped at a McDonald’s for breakfast. Just had a biscuit with jelly and an orange juice. After that we continued our drive, Kat started feeling a bit nauseated and we had to pull over but she just had a mile case of car sickness. We took another nap and arrived at my grandparent’s house by noon. I was still sleepy so after I said my hellos I fell asleep on the couch.

When I woke up again we went to buy some Pan Dulce (sweet bread). The valley has the best fruit and sweet bread compared to my home town so it’s always nice to pick some up from a local valley bakery. Unfortunately, I didn’t take any pictures of that and I regret it. I usually always take pictures of food. >o<  I did managed to snap a picture of this picture of my grandparents when they were younger. According to my dad and tio, it was a day they spent at the zoo. They look like normal parents in this picture. I just mean I don’t really know my grandparents too well. My grandmother only speaks Spanish and I know none so we can’t really communicate with each other. But the grandparents I knew/know are not these people in this picture above. Does aging really continue to change you? I’ve seen my grandmother on a occasion joke with my grandfather but they don’t have the same love my parents have for each other. I look at my parents and see that loving someone forever is possible. But when I think of my grandparents, I see an understanding and the remains of a love once had. As depressing as that sounds, I like to think they were once in love. The kind of love that would lead to four children and I’m sure they still love each other now. After all, my grandmother tends to my aging grandfather. He’s 91. But then again, I think about their time and age and can only hope that when I meet someone I want to spend the rest of my life with I’ll still be with him when he reaches 91.

Sorry, I didn’t intend for this to be deep. I was going to discuss how I got food poisoning but I’m trying to write an essay for class and I’m distracting myself with this blog draft that should have been updated last last week.  I have other things I want to discuss but I’ll save it for an entry I can actually dedicate some time to. Until then.

So here’s another currently creative post, I’ve actually have quite a bit to share with you.

So I’m not much of a cook/baker. I’m horrible at following cooking instructions and I’m very impatient. I do however enjoy being an official food taster. I have no problem eating any of the delicious foods my sister Kat decides to make. And the great thing about having a sister who plans on becoming a pâtissier is getting to eat all of her yummy creations. Once I discover a recipe for her to tackle she usually always decides to try it out. The results are always wonderful and it’s always fun to see her mind work while attempting new recipe.

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I love when these type of tags are going around the blogosphere. It’s just nice to show love to your fellow bloggers and there are tons I adore. I was nominated by my lovely sister Mija and I love just having any excuse to update my blog.

VBA Rules
If you are nominated, you’ve been awarded the Versatile Blogger award.

1. Thank the person who gave you this award.

2. Include a link to their blog.

3. Next, select 15 blogs/bloggers that you’ve recently discovered or follow regularly. ( I would add, pick blogs or bloggers that are excellent!) Nominate those 15 bloggers for the Versatile Blogger Award — you might include a link to this site.

4. Finally, tell the person who nominated you 7 things about yourself.

So here are the 15 I nominate. These are bloggers that inspire/entertain me and I’m always happy when they update. So keep blogging my fellow bloggers. Obviously I know you might be too busy to update about this so don’t feel as though you have to. 😀

Seeing as the person who nominated me is my sister, there isn’t anything she doesn’t know but still..here are 7 things about me.

1. I knit and sew- haven’t had much time to do a lot of crafting but when I do, I always have a lot of fun.
2. In elementary school, I played the Wicked Witch of the West in our production of The Wizard of Oz.
3. I have an irrational fear of sloths and optometrists. >.<
4. I hate cinnamon toothpaste.
5. Like Mija, I’m also obsessed with my 3DS.
6. I love French films.
7. I’m the middle of two sisters. (Mija and Kat)

So there you have it, 7 things about me. I’m excited to see what my nominees 7 things are. And even if you weren’t nominated feel free to do this anyway. It’s all about spreading some blogger love. 🙂

So I don’t go shopping very often, and if I do that usually involves crafting supplies…or books. Which is fantastic because I enjoy those things…obviously.

But sometimes I wouldn’t mind shopping for girlie things such as shoes, clothes, and ….bags!  So this post is filled with wishful thinking. XD

You get the picture. I love purses, bags, clutches. I’m more of a messenger bag type girl but after I made myself a folded clutch I just consider myself a bag…girl. Not to be confused with the term bag lady. -.- I don’t mind any accessory but bags are my favorite. Now I usually use my Fred Perry bag for school. It’s black so it usually goes with most of my outfits. I found it about three years ago at Buffalo Exchange for a lucky 20 bucks. It was in great condition and these bags are pretty pricey if you buy them new. I would never be able to afford a designer bag if I didn’t find it at a thrift store. Any who, so this bag is wonderful, I usually keep it unzipped so it’s easier to pull things out but I’ve noticed that there have been some slight wear and tear areas. It makes me sad because I’m hoping this bag continues to last me. I love it.

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Yesterday was like any other day…I got up, got dressed, caught my bus and went to school. Normal day.

Not exactly normal.

I’m used to not being noticed, but recently I have been…well the opposite of invisible. Now, I am still standing by my whole wanting to remain single for awhile. But for some reason I must have a sign above my head that reads, “She’s open for business! Ask her out!”

Alright, maybe that’s a bit over the top. But it is how I feel at the moment.

So earlier this week, a guy, who I will now refer to as bike boy, I had seen bike boy a couple days earlier. I was sitting at a bench when he rode by on his bike and stared at me and smiled. Fast forward to later that week. He came up to me when I was in the middle of discussing a class assignment with a classmate when all of a sudden. Bike boy stops and stands near us for a bit not saying anything. He finally speaks to us. My classmate leaves and then he and I chat for awhile. We discuss majors and school life. He is from Siberia and is a Computer Science major I believe. Anyway, after we finish I say he asks for my email.

We met up in between classes one day. Walked around, talking a lot and then when I had to get to my next class. He then proceeds to take out a bouquet of flowers.

FLOWERS! I have never received a bouquet of flowers before. So you could imagine how shocked I was when he handed them to me. He told me he found me very interesting, I stood there like an idiot. Not exactly sure how he could find me interesting after talking to me twice. I had no idea what to say. He then left, saying see you soon and I was left holding flowers and still having another class to go to. Very weird. There is a culture gap so I’m not exactly sure what he meant by giving me these flowers and I really don’t want to assume anything.

 But if he is doing this as a signal that he is interested in me then I must say, where was this when when I wouldn’t mind having a blonde green eyed guy with an accent hit on me? I would be lying if I said this wasn’t an ego boost. Because, well it is. I mean, women want a guy to just be upfront and not play the whole guessing game. But the minute I decide I want to be single things start happening. There is just no winning. After this happened I felt as though I was starring in a Kdrama, because things like this just don’t happen in real life unless it is scripted.  As far as I know, flowers could mean a completely different thing to him. Still think the whole situation is bizarre though.

 Is it possible for members of the opposite sex to remain just friends, am I naive for hoping there is? Or will feelings on either side always end up developing and end up ruining any chance of that happening?

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That moment where you rather redo a moment to prevent from hurting someone than pretend as if everything is alright. If only time travel were possible in this case. Sadly, it’s not.

I am not ready to be in a relationship…with anyone at the moment. And for some reason I keep putting myself in such difficult positions that end up hurting people I really care about. Why? Why do I do this? Does the universe find this hilarious? So what if I went through high school unscathed by the cruel ridiculous notions of teen drama. I had hope that my early adult life would go the same way, without unwanted drama. But that’s not going to happen.

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I’ve always had a love for writing and reading, I don’t think I could be who I am if I didn’t. But it wasn’t until I reached the fourth grade that I discovered this fact about myself.

So yeah, I own a Nook Color. The weirdos gave it to me, I have been reading a book on it for pleasure and one for class. And let me just say how satisfying it was to push that confirm button and end up with a book before me…it was 2 in the morning. I should admit this now, but I am horribly addicted to online shopping. Thank goodness I don’t have any credit cards or I’d be in serious trouble. I enjoy ordering things online it’s the waiting process that I hate…anyway. So of course the ability to purchase a book in my pajamas and get it within minutes is pretty awesome. Also, I can watch Netflix…that has nothing to do with books or reading but is still is pretty awesome. Not to mention I can carry multiple books with me. This is great for school…minus the part where I can’t sell any books back. But let’s be honest, I’m lucky if I get five bucks back for the novels I buy for lit classes. Some teachers want me to get certain versions of the books so I won’t be able to use the Nook but for the ones I can it will be nice. This does not mean nor will it ever mean that I will stop buying hard copies of books. Nothing could ever stop me from that. Click the books or the, I pledge to read the printed word button on my sidebar. Speaking of books, I have tons of things to read at the moment but last week I picked up the book, The Underachiever’s Diary and I’m loving it so far. Bought it at Half Price for a dollar. Love Half Price. And it’s moments like these that I will always enjoy buying and reading the printed word.

Nook or Kindle? How do you feel about Ereaders, or books for that matter? Also, if you’re in Houston in the month of April then you must come to The Indie Book Fest. If you’re a bookstore owner, self published author or small press owner and are interested in getting a table I can also help you with getting you on the right list, let me know. Just shoot me an email at Kim at mind-speaks dot com.

Thanks for reading.