I jinxed myself. Last week my grandma said that if I kept walking around barefoot I'd get sick. I told her I never get sick. This week... I'm sick. COMPLETELY not my fault though. One of my co-workers decided she wanted to work her hours even though she had whatever cold her little sister had. Now, 4 of us from Jumping Jacks are sick. Maybe we should all just stop having sex? No, that's silly talk.
Blogger says I have 5 minutes until the scheduled outage so I'm going to go on a series of rants until the outage happens.
-My nose burns because I haven't gone out and bought tissues. Papertowels are the devil.
-I saw Forgetting Sarah Marshall twice this week. I laughed both times. I loved it both times. My need to visit Hawaii escalated both times. Come with me?
-Beach time is imminent. Today would have been perfect. I'm too sick for work but I'm NEVER too sick for laying out. Cancer rays... here I come.
-I can't wait for fall. I'm anxious to get back into school. GIVE ME NOTES OR GIVE ME DEATH.
-The Crystalie North American Couch Surfing Tour is coming to a city near you this summer.
4.18.2008
P-r-o-d-u-c-t-i-v-e
That's the name of our game. We got new owners at the perfect time. Everyone was ready to quit and now... we party more than our guests do. Today, we had a photoshoot and made Ryan a facebook account. 8 hour shift? Pfft. Easysauce. Gimme my monies, bia-biatch.
IT'S ALMOST CRASSMASSS!
IT'S ALMOST CRASSMASSS!
4.17.2008
Confession #429
I've never seen Juno. I see all these stupid ads EVERYWHERE saying that it's out on DVD and everyone's super hyped and shiz but, quite frankly... I'm not one for hyped up movies.
Maybe... someday... I'll watch it. For now, I'm fine being Juno-less.
4.06.2008
Today.
Today is the day we say goodbye.
It's Toni's funeral all over again... I can feel it. More than anything, Andy's cries will take me back to 2001 when I stood in the hallway and told them she wasn't gonna make it. I collapsed. We cried on the elevator ride up only to be met by more weeping in the ICU.
I wish I had gone up to her casket at the viewing. Tonight, I will.
It's Toni's funeral all over again... I can feel it. More than anything, Andy's cries will take me back to 2001 when I stood in the hallway and told them she wasn't gonna make it. I collapsed. We cried on the elevator ride up only to be met by more weeping in the ICU.
I wish I had gone up to her casket at the viewing. Tonight, I will.
4.05.2008
I'm one of those people.
You know, the ones that look ridiculous around babies because they're trying to get a smile out of an infant. I call the police when I see someone driving wrecklessly or doing something to endanger other people's lives. I return wallets & purses when I find them lying around; I don't take the money out before doing so. I chase stray dogs down for hours and take them to animal shelters so that they don't get hit by a car. I don't intentionally lie to people's faces or try to hurt them. I've never stolen anything and I don't ever intend to. I volunteer and do community service for the sake of helping others, not for school credit or work experience. I smile more than I frown; My jaw gets sore. I'm not a religious person but I go out of my way to respect & appreciate the religions of others. I've never been good with "ILOVEYOUs" and compliments from others. I watch people in other cars while I'm driving and make up mediocre stories for them. Every now and then, when I wake up in the middle of the night, I pull the covers over my head and try my damnedest to pretend I'm sleeping in my old bed, 8 years old again; It scares me when it feels real. I dress my dog up in ridiculous outfits and spend too much money on toys and fancy food. I'll spend hours looking at wedding websites and planning my wedding details out. I go an extra mile to like someone that everyone else hates. I don't find pleasure or entertainment in the pain of others. I won't accept tips from customers at work if I felt like I slacked off during their parties. I don't accept "sorry" as a valid excuse for ignorance or stupidity.I... have chocolate on my sleeve right now.
...blast.
...blast.
4.02.2008
Apparently, I'm having twins.
Just not anytime soon.
I've had a good week in dreams. I can actually remember a lot of them, which is rare. Jordan used to always ask me what I was dreaming and for the longest time I couldn't recall any of them. I can recall 3 dreams from the last few nights. First, I dreamt I had twins; a boy & a girl. They both had the huge brown eyes that I had when I was a baby. The little girl had some kind of weird growth on her tiny hand that we were getting removed the following week. We were living in the upstairs room of someone's craftsman style home. I think it was a relative because I didn't feel awkward or intrusive. I remember feeling ecstatic that I had the babies, but also a slight twinge of disappointment because I've never planned for twins. I've always wanted one baby that I can devote 100% of my love and attention to. That's all I can remember from that one.
The next one was a party. I was out with my dad and our family driving around Los Angeles. We had finished up doing something (indoor kart racing I think) and they wanted me to go back to Dora's for some kind of after-party, just the adults. I told them I had to go home and change but that I'd show up later that night. I went home, picked up Nat, and the 2 of us showed up at aound 12:30 am. Somehow the family party turned into one of those cliche youngster parties with trashy drunk girls using their "intoxication" to act like lesbians and throw themselves at medicore frat boys. Gag. I was the babysitter because I apparently knew half of those psuedo lesbians. I walked around taking pictures and when THE Perez Hilton showed up nobody noticed. It was super random. But yeah, that's where it ended.
The third one was weird. It was one of those dreams that you have to interpret because there's no sense of reality involved at all. You know, the walking-down-a-long-dark-hallway-esque dreams? Kind of like that but I was wandering around a really pretty field with grass that grew to just above my head. I knew someone was following me but it didn't bother me. It gave me this eerie sense of security knwoing that if I fell and broke my ankle there was someone around to help. It was really peaceful. Slow motion, too, I think. It gets fuzzier everytime I think of it.
Wow, reading these back I realize that dreams are really not as interesting unless you're the one who dreamt it. Meh. Too late. Happy dreaming, twunts!
I've had a good week in dreams. I can actually remember a lot of them, which is rare. Jordan used to always ask me what I was dreaming and for the longest time I couldn't recall any of them. I can recall 3 dreams from the last few nights. First, I dreamt I had twins; a boy & a girl. They both had the huge brown eyes that I had when I was a baby. The little girl had some kind of weird growth on her tiny hand that we were getting removed the following week. We were living in the upstairs room of someone's craftsman style home. I think it was a relative because I didn't feel awkward or intrusive. I remember feeling ecstatic that I had the babies, but also a slight twinge of disappointment because I've never planned for twins. I've always wanted one baby that I can devote 100% of my love and attention to. That's all I can remember from that one.
The next one was a party. I was out with my dad and our family driving around Los Angeles. We had finished up doing something (indoor kart racing I think) and they wanted me to go back to Dora's for some kind of after-party, just the adults. I told them I had to go home and change but that I'd show up later that night. I went home, picked up Nat, and the 2 of us showed up at aound 12:30 am. Somehow the family party turned into one of those cliche youngster parties with trashy drunk girls using their "intoxication" to act like lesbians and throw themselves at medicore frat boys. Gag. I was the babysitter because I apparently knew half of those psuedo lesbians. I walked around taking pictures and when THE Perez Hilton showed up nobody noticed. It was super random. But yeah, that's where it ended.
The third one was weird. It was one of those dreams that you have to interpret because there's no sense of reality involved at all. You know, the walking-down-a-long-dark-hallway-esque dreams? Kind of like that but I was wandering around a really pretty field with grass that grew to just above my head. I knew someone was following me but it didn't bother me. It gave me this eerie sense of security knwoing that if I fell and broke my ankle there was someone around to help. It was really peaceful. Slow motion, too, I think. It gets fuzzier everytime I think of it.
Wow, reading these back I realize that dreams are really not as interesting unless you're the one who dreamt it. Meh. Too late. Happy dreaming, twunts!
"Dreams are the bright creatures of poem and legend, who sport on earth in the night season, and melt away in the first beam of the sun, which lights grim care and stern reality on their daily pilgrimage through the world." -Charles Dickens
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