Christina

No, Not from my house, but from here, and myspace. I now have a dedicated blog at http://www.sarcasticincredulity.blogspot.com where, if anyone cares to, he she or it can listen to me rant about stuff. Goodbye Livejournal. It's been fun.

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2. Age:
3. Single or Taken:
4. Favorite Movie:
5. Favorite Song:
6. Favorite Band/Artist:
7. Dirty or Clean:
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HERE COMES THE FUN ... ... ...

1. Do we know each other outside of Live Journal?
2. What's your philosophy on life?
3. Would you have my back in a fight?
4. Would you keep a secret from me if you thought it was in my best interest?
5. What is your favorite memory of us?
6. Would you give me a kidney?
7. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you:
8. Would you take care of me when I'm sick?
9. Can we get together and make a cake?
10. Have you heard any rumors of me lately?
11. Do you/have you talk(ed) crap about me?
12. Do you think I'm a good person?
13. Would you drive across country with me?
14. Do you think I'm attractive?
15. If you could change anything about me, would you?
16. What do you wear to sleep?
17. Would you come over for no reason just to hang out?
18. Would you go on a date with me if I asked you?
19. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together?
20. Will you post this so I can fill it out for you?

Four more days until freedom. I can not wait until summer. Of course, I have to write a paper a day for all those days but so what. i'll get them done. It'll be a blast. And then (drumroll please) summer. I'll be free of accademics so that i can work myself to death. and speaking of work. Anyone reading this, I assume you care enough about me to do so. And since im taking this for granted, i'm going to ask you all to please do something for me. please please put the link www.cypherstyles.com up everywhere you can. blogs, facebook, myspace, anywhere! live journal! we at cypherstyles(the company im working for ) need as many links as possible on the web so that we can catch all the little google spiders that look and see what poeple are linking to so we can get on google's directory. so if you love me or care about me or even are just aquainted with me, please do this for me.

www.cypherstyles.com

just copy and paste.
please.
love you all!

I AM THE QUICKBOOKS QUEEN!!!! I have now successfully kept our Cypherstyles account in ballance and ferrited out all the anomolous crap. I rock. Yes, I rock the casbah!!!!! GO ME!!!!

1.Who was your first prom date?
Jeff Majcher.

2.Who was your first roommate?
Emily Herman. Really talented singer and a very good very Christian girl. I DIDN’T WANT TO GO TO CHURCH!!

3. What alcoholic beverage did you drink when you got drunk the first time?
I don’t remember. Most of my memory of that time is dim, not only because it was the first time I got drunk, but because It was when I was 14 or so.

4. What was your first job?
Working at the Cash Market in Coraopolis. All you crazies out in West Chester who say working at a grocery store is fun….I can’t even find the words to say how wrong you are.

5. What was your first car?
1989 Chevy Celebrity. Which I crashed unmercifully into a guardrail to save some dumb drunk’s worthless life. Did he stop and see if I was alright? What do you think?

6. When did you go to your first funeral?
Death is a part of life and my family always dragged me to funerals. Why? Who knows. The first one that meant anything was when my Papa died. Freshman year of college. Holy brainfuck, Batman!

7. How old were you when you first moved away from your first home town?
When we moved to the Virgin Islands for a few months. I was 2(ish)

8. Who was your first grade teacher?
What, we only get one eight grade teacher? Not me man! I went to Falk. I had 9 teachers in eight grade. So there. I can only remember one with any clarity though. His name was Mr. Whittig. Greg, I call him now. We still talk sometimes. He is a genius.

9. Where did you go on your first airplane ride?
From Pittsburgh to the St. Thomas when I was like, 2. I had an earache which I can clearly remember as a result of that plane ride.

10. When you snuck out of your house for the first time, who was it with?
I snuck out of my house by jumping off my second story window onto the terrace behind our house. I was much fitter then. I joined Robin from down the street and a coupla guys from ‘round the block and went and got high as kites in the cemetery on the hill. I was 13.

11. Who was your first Best Friend and are you still friends with them?
My first best friend was Jeff. From Highschool. Same dude as with the prom date and such. Am I still friends with him? Well, that depends on your definition of friendship. This question could go on for about six or seven pages, so I’ll just leave it here.

12. Where did you live the first time you moved out of your parents house?
Leete Hall. Penn State. I was 18

13. Who is the first person you call when you have a bad day?
I Don’t call anyone. Phone conversations rarely make me feel better. I either go see someone or I just wallow in my self pity all alone. Lately it’s been a bit of both.

14. Whose wedding were you in the first time you were a bridesmaid or a groomsmen?
I was the flower girl at my godmother’s wedding when I was like, six. I got awfully, terribly, horribly ill at the reception and threw up all over my nice white dress. What a charming story huh?

15. What is the first thing you do in the morning?
Die a little inside.

16. What was the first concert you ever went to?
I’m assuming no one wants to hear about the myriad classical concerts I went to as a child. The first real (rock) concert I ever went to was to see Aerosmith Jr. year in highschool with Jeff and Michelle and Paul, I think. It was amazing. It started storming half way through the concert and it was just….god. Lightning in time with the music. Sooooooo unbelievably awesome.

17. First tattoo or piercing?
Earrings at age 13 or 14. OOOOO origional.

18. First celebrity crush?
Cary Elwes in the Princess Bride. Duh.

19. First crush?
Danny Sullivan in like, kindergarten. He was really nice to me.

20. First love?
(Sigh) Jeff again. God, I need to get out more.

Well, I'm at jeff's right now. In dayton ohio and i have time to do stuff i havent had time to do at home because when I'm at home, I'm either working, or schooling, or sleeping. Not that I'm complaining, just explaining why I havent been around. Anyway....to sum up life since christmas....as of jan 1, I starting working for my friend Barry. He has created an internet company called Cypherstyles.com. It's gonna kick all the other webpages asses when it goes up. It's based around the idea of 4 element hip hop...breakdancing, MCing, grafiti and i forget the last one, but that doesnt mean I'm not all about this company. We're going to be selling some of the most awsome videos i've ever seen. Breakdancing and whatnot. Really cool stuff. It's been the focus of my life for the most part since we started getting ready. Well that and Andrew since he JUST MOVED TO PITTSBURGH. which is AWSOME and COOL and EXCITING and I still never get to see him outside of work but hey, we work enought hat that's ok(i got him a job with barry as well.) school? whatever. i'm gettin' it done. But its not like last semester. I dont have any amazing awsome classes. I dont know whats comming up in the immidiate future, but i do know that i wanna get outta pittsburgh more often comming up...so this summer will prolly be traveliscious outside of work and stuff. I decided t take minimal classes. I'm gonna need a break.
Well thats' my life in a nutshell. For everyone who i have lost contact with, I still love you all soooooo much and as soon as things calm down I hope i can get in touch/together with all of you!

Well it's been that long since I last posted. I'm tired, and procrasting writing a paper. which i probably shouldnt do, but at least i posted something for the month. ugh. im tired. soemone wake me pleasssseeee!

Well this is nice. its cold outside and warm inside. I just got a new lamp that has this golden sort of light that comes out of it and its making my (for once) clean room nice and snug. I have a sleeping and cooing baby on my bed and roxy sleeping and dreaming at my feet and a glass of wine in my hand and cool people talking to me online. for once, I am very very very contented and happy. I mean it. Nothing in the world could make this moment better. well at least not more peacefull.

I'm updating for the first time in a bit because before this, there hasn't been much to say truthfully. In any case. This week it's to Cleveland with Andrew to see NINE INCH NAILS which is thrilling, let me tell you. Philosophy was good again. There are some really cool people in that class. for instance, not this past week, but the one before that we were supposed to figure out the biggest event in our lives and talk about them in the discussion thing. well this one guy kept getting cell phone calls in the class and he kept getting up and taking them outside which i thought was rude. then toward the end of theconversation, he gets up after reading a text message and informs us all that his wife's water just broke and he has to run to the hospital and he's sorry to leave in the middle of a discussion. what a cool guy. then he comes in this week and says that he had barely made it to the hospital when his first child, a boy, was born. We were all like, dude, you did NOT have to stay! and he said that the one guy in his group was really pouring his heart out and he didnt feel like he could just up and leave. I mean what a great guy. and there's some poeple in my group that have similar reading taste as me and we've been getting along. Just another sign that i REALLY have to start giving people i dont know a chance, and not judging them harshly...Anyway. Other than that, I've started dieting and going to the gym and I am feeling like generaly a better person. i do need to get a cheap MP3 player to take to the gym though because my damn cd player keeps skipping when i'm on the elipse machine. I'm thinking of taking a spinning class. We'll have to see. I'm going to see Lysistrata at CMU tonight with my rents which could be hilarous or very very awkward. If you guys don't know what the plot is, youll just have to take my word for it. Well thats about it. later! oh yeah, and i wrote the craziest paper EVER!!! if you wanna see it let me know:) later!

How many of you out there reading this are into or have ever been into or thought positively about bondage. Cause i had an eye opening experiance today that leads me to believe that it is a far far more common practice than i oritionally thought. Of course you don't have to leave your comments here, but get back to me if you can. just wondering.

My car is now clean for the first time this ENTIRE SUMMER! she looks so nice and shiney. look at her sparkle..except for that spot that wouldn't come off....and that one... and that one and that one and!!!!!! AHHHHHHH!!!!! That has been my thought process for the past few hours. after cleaning it i might have to bring it to a good car cleaning place and have them blast it with chemicals. I don't know if i can afford it though...got the oil changed too. and i have an apointment to get the allignment done as well. god, i wanna go fill her up and drive the gas tank dry, just find some cool back roads and zing down them...but that would cost about thirty eight dollars now so....i boycot fuel! thats it! not going anywhere after penn state this weekend. and cleveland next weekend for the NIN concert. and school. and maybe work if i get hired. and uh...well outside of that NO MORE DRIVING!! waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! ok. ok. im better....i think i'm becomming schizophrenic. i am going to go practice my cello now. cello sounds like jello.
c-e-l-l OOOOOOHH!!
heehee. cracked. thats what i am. later kids!

at least, I think its funny. Hilarious even. I was in class today, my creative writing class, and we had to break up into groups (which i hate) and talk about Hills like White Elephants by Hemmingway which is an amazing short story. Well, my group turns out to not be half bad except for Abercrombie boy and his truckers hat, and we (everyone but him) are having a pretty good converation about what Hemmingway DOESN'T say, and I made some half assed comment about how Absinthe doesn't taste like licorice as Hemmingway kind of intimated that it did in the story. All of a sudden Abercrombie's ears perk up and he askes me if I have ever had absinthe, and of course I say that I have because, well, I have. He wants to know what it's like. I tell him it's exactly like being mildly drunk and high on a halucinogen because, well, you ARE mildly drunk and halucinating. Well, he wants to know, how hard are you tripping? So I ask him if he's ever done shrooms and he says yes and I tell him it's kinda like that. And he says "You've done shrooms?" in total suprise and I say of course, I just referenced the experiance you dolt, and he's like "Woah" (and this is verbatim) "Woah, you dont' seem like the type. You're such a nerd." Which of course I found insanely funny and then offensive and then just rediculous because I've probably done more drugs and crazier stuff than almost anyone in that room. And definately more than him. So yeah. there'e my story. Pretty funny huh? Even hilarious?

my friends page is updating again! i no longer have to look up all of you schmucks individually to see new posts! joygasm. later guys!

which is weird. but i do have to say this. Earlier on i was pissed off because i felt ignored and blown off and generally not-good-enough-for-them, and then i realized that if that's true, i have noone to blame but myself, and thats just really terribly depressing because i dont know what i'm doign wrong and why people don't care and maybe i'm judging all this on bad criteria, but having nothing else to judge it on, i have to continue to do so. so i will sigh and go on. and try not to be to pathetic in my attempts to make more people care about me. and to all you, my awsome special bestest friends, you know who you are, and that this is not directed towards you. its not really directed to anyone in particular. just felt the need to rant i guess. later.

It was cool cause in philosophy class last week, we all had to get into groups and discuss what we'd do if we only had 14 days to live. (there's a good reason for this excersize but im not gonna get into that right now) bottom line is that i thought about it all week and came to the conclusion that i didnt know what the fuck i would do if i was told i would only have 14 more days to live. so i wrote down what i would like to have myself do, and how i would like myself to react, which may even be more important. well i go into the group discussion and tell them all this, and the discussion goes well and i'm impressed with some of the things my classmates would do and such...and then at the end of the class the teacher asks if anyone couldnt figure out what they would actually do, and so i raise my hand and so does a guy from another group and he procedes to tell the class that the whole point of the assignment was to make us realize that we didnt know how we would react, cause how does anyone know how theywould react. So by not knowing myself, i gained some notoriety as a wiser person in the class. according to my prof. who i really like. so, that's something. on the other hand, i've been working a lot on stuff that i think is wrong with me, and it's not making me feel much better but it's only been a week, so im not dispairing. In other news, the personal rennaisance thing(sp?) is comming along kind of nicely, and i'm content with my life over all, if a bit lonely when my friends aren't visiting, or when i'm not visiting them. but in any case....yeah. pretty good. talk to you all later.

I started my philosophy class today. Intro to philosophy which doesnt sound too interesting, but it has already changed my life. I mean like, hardcore crazy changed my life. the stuff we talked about today gave me a guidline for my thinking and on the way home (aprox 20 minutes) i had a huge, i mean giant crazy epiphany...cried my eyes out then screamed at my mom who then helped me figure everything out or at least what i needed to fix and there you have it. the recepe for a new life...which i'm working on as i write. Its amazing how small a time is actually needed for everything to be ripped away and for one's core to be exposed and subjected to all kinds of scruitany and introverted examination. I'm kinda excited. later folks.

I thought she wasnt. Well now. That's something. And here's another thing. I have recently discovered penut butter and jelly in the same jar. This may not mean much to you other people, but i have been going without Jelly for as long as i can remember because it wiggles and falls off the knife when you try to extract it from its jar and makes itself just too damn hard to deal with. Now, problem solved. It is truly amazing how much i just enjoyed this peanutbutter and jelly sandwitch. I mean you can't imagine. it was bliss on bread. Thats all for now.

Andrew is awsome. At the least bit of short notice he's already made plans to come and see me for the long weekend and that makes him awsome. And aside from that, he's a generally great guy anyway. So Andrew is Awsome.

Trent Reznor is hot. That being said, relationships are tangled webs of sticky goop and should be avoided at all cost unless they are wonderful. i wont say anymore about that kind of sticky goop. hmmm. gross. sorry. i just thought i'd give a shout out to all those people out there who are all mixed up and just say generally that things will work themselves out and not to abandon all hope. And I would further like to offer the tired placation: Everything Happens For A Reason. It's tired because it's been used so much and that's because it's the damn truth. And that goes for everything, not just relationships. It's good to remind yourself of that often. I find it makes things nicely bearable. Well that's a nice piece of optomism. I feel as though i've reached my quota for the week. see me next week for a good helping of realism. Following week will inevitably be pessimistic so maybe just stay away. Have I cracked? hmmmm.

ok, mark, izzy and jim, YOU GUYS ARE AWSOME FOR STILL BEING OUT THERE!!!! I LOVE YOU! ok now that thats out of the way. i was just recently at penn state for the weekend and man was that miserable(sorry mark and izzy for not even calling but i was just too down.) the reasons being that it was the first time back without my apartment to go to and also that i wasnt really there long enough to do anything but hang out with andrew cause we had a lot of catching up to do and stuff. in any case i came to the conclusion on the way back home in my favorite drive that i have to make a choice. at least i think i do. i was thinking about how i'm getting back into all this stuff...writing and reading and cello and art and all that, which i've actually been doing and i realized that i didnt do anything like that over the weekend. and then i thought about highschool. i had no social life but my writing was better then than it is now because i did it all the freaking time. and i went from 0 to bach in four seconds.... and then i hit college and got friends and i was happy and everything else besides the painting and eventually even that went down the shitter. as it were. so does that mean i have to choose between being happy and being a good writer? being a good anything for that matteR? idk. we'll have to see. this exile from my friends will be a good testing ground. thoughts? thanks people. youre all awsome.