tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281669022024-03-07T19:16:27.389-05:00Christa (is the shit!)hmmm... is this really important...christahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05840238124152579800noreply@blogger.comBlogger112125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28166902.post-55269107458437094142008-07-23T23:15:00.002-04:002008-07-23T23:26:25.420-04:00Warped Tour<div align="justify">Yes I am 22. And yes this year was my first time ever going to a warped tour. But it was amazing. I had tons of fun.... even though it was 2 million and seven degrees outside. The doors opened at 11 and we (we being myself and a friend) decided that getting there at ten would be good enough. We knew the lines would be long... but bands were playing all day long and the ONE we wanted to see surely would be later. For those of you who don't understand the whole warped tour idea, google it. No one releases what bands play when until the day of. So as we made our way to the end of the line... which was seven hundred and forty six blocks long, we started seeing signs that read "EVERY AVENUE: Smartpunk Stage @ 11:45." SHIT. If I drove all this way and spent all this money and didn't even get to see the ONLY band I really wanted to see, I was going to be pissed. The wait in line was agonizing. It was already hot and a homeless man was yelling go TIGER'S so that I would put money in his cup. (The concert was at Comerica Park- home to the Detroit Tiger's.) I didn't have any change, but if this man was too stupid to realize that we were not here for a Tiger's game, then he didn't deserve my money. Seriously... it was me, my friend, and a hundred thousand emo teenagers... some with thier emo parents. Finally... God came down from the heavens and opened more gates. People started flooding into the parking lot of Comerica Park. It was already 11:30 and we still had to find out what stage EVERY AVENUE would be at. We found it... pushed our way to the front row and rocked it out. Afterward, we made our way to thier merch tent and then over to the signing. With my new shorts and signed t-shirt I was ready to go home. It was only 3:00 but we didn't really care about any other bands and it was so hot that people were puking and passing out left and right. The ambulance had already been there 4 times. We walked back to where we paid to park and thankfully pulled right out. (There were some cars that were triple parked.) All in all, it was a great time. And I would gladly go back. </div>christahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05840238124152579800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28166902.post-47206093086478071312008-07-10T12:53:00.003-04:002008-07-10T13:07:22.534-04:00Tangled Christmas Tree Lights..... No Problem<div align="justify">.... compared to all this. I would say that I am pretty confident about most things. I'm not cocky... and I wouldn't say that I'm conceited, but I am pretty secure in handling most situations. However... there are two things that I can not wrap my head around. 1. Boys 2. Loans These two things are tricky... because you can't live with them... but you can't live without them. Here is one specific story that contains both of these.</div><div align="justify">I am nearing the end of my first round at college. In December I will have my bachelor's degree in Elementary Education. I am pretty excited to leave the college life and enter the real world, but I don't seem to have enough money. Most scholarships are four year deals, and this fall will be my ninth semester. That means that the people who have been paying for school are suddenly done. All the committees sent nice letters wishing me luck and success in the futures, but no more money. So I had to resort to taking out a loan. First, you have the option of getting subsidized or unsubsidized. I know the difference, but I don't know which one is which. I didn't know which one I qualified for and how to go about getting one. (You see... I am a math minor. I love math. But I hate business type math. Loans and taxes and the like are not my thing.) So I went to the financial aid office at my school. First of all... this place sucks. The service is shitty and everyone acts like they know exactly what they are talking about but you still get a different answer every time you ask a question. I signed in at the front desk and took a seat. There was only one person ahead of me this time so I figured the wait wouldn't be too long. As I sat, time ticked by... and another student came along. Somehow he ended up being helped before me. Then another studnet came, and she was called back before me too. The secretary could see the frustration on my face but she chose to ignore me. Forty-five minutes later... I finally get ushered into a room. The advisor introduces himself and we both sit down. I ask him specifics regarding the situation and blah blah blah. Next thing you know, we are talking about anything but loans. I swear I was in that room for half an hour talking about not loans. He did answer my questions but then he started flirting with me. I couldn't help but think how inappropriate it was. And he was flirting like a sixth grader. Seriously... I've never had anyone play footsie with me... until now. And I wasn't playing back. I was in shock. But he was slightly cute so I played along. He ended up giving me his number and sent me on my way. I waited a while and then finally contacted him... via emai. But I have yet to hear back from him. Hopefully I don't have any more loan problems... things could get awkward :)</div>christahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05840238124152579800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28166902.post-54764355960756931202008-06-04T13:03:00.002-04:002008-06-04T13:08:09.615-04:00A Quickie...<div align="justify">I just haven't been up to posting like I have been in the past. I apologize to those of you who read this... if there is anyone. And here's the update.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">I'm back from Costa Rica and it was amazing! I hiked through the Rio Celeste, went white water rafting on the Sarapique River, got a canapoy tour of the rainforest via zip line, and watched a volcano erupt from my hotel room balcony! Seriously, it was the trip of a lifetime. I can't wait to go back and see it all again. I heart Costa Rica.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">I am also still single. But it works for me. Boys are trouble.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">Most of my friends are finding their lives. Getting married and graduating college seems to be a pretty popular even among people my age. </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">I am, however, graduating in December! I am really excited.... Adult life here I come!</div>christahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05840238124152579800noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28166902.post-73403738377519374832008-05-09T13:11:00.003-04:002008-05-09T13:19:53.842-04:00I'm Ready....<div align="justify">Only two more days until I am on my way to Costa Rica. I leave Detroit at noonish, and I am pretty fricken excited. I have never been out of the county before, so this is a huge deal to me. I am looking forward to experiencing all of the things that come along with traveling. I have heard many horror stories about luggage and delayed flights, but I plan on being flexible. Losing my luggage would probably ruin my trip, but anything else will just become a great story. I will try my best to carry a positive attitude the whole time. </div><div align="justify">And I am debating whether or not to go on the white water rafting trip. I don't really like water, or small rafts. I'm too young to die. For those of you who know anything about this stuff, it's a class III river. I heard that a class IV river might kill you and a class V river will kill you, so I'm nervous! I know that white water rafting in Costa Rica is probably a once-in-a-lifetime-chance, but there are just some things that I'm not willing to risk my life for. </div><div align="justify">Finally, an update on Mr. Canada. He sucks. We finally met and it went anything but good. Apparently, all of a sudden, we live too far apart for this to work. And I'm not denying that we live far apart, but why is it a problem now? I think that he has too many things on his mind and I was taking away from some of the other things that he needed to think about. Lame, but true. I hope that he finds someone who makes him happy, or at least lives closer to him. But he did show me a whole bunch of things that I did not know. Canada is a pretty neat place.... with free healthcare and single lane highways. Huh.... if it was destined to happen, then it will happen. Until then.... I'm back to the single life :)</div>christahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05840238124152579800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28166902.post-81721144508559057122008-04-07T22:55:00.004-04:002008-04-12T10:01:54.901-04:00This Just In!<div align="justify">Here is the latest info on this friend/guy that I met at the bar. (Read the last post if you are still confused.) Okay... we talk every day. Thursday night, we talked until five thirty in the morning. I was tired, but it was amazing. He has sent me his picture and it makes me smile every time I look at it. I can't stop thinking about him and I'm pretty sure the feeling is mutual. It's weird. But I think that this relationship has great potential. My feelings of him being a psycho killer are lessening. I do not think that psycho killers would invest this much time and effort into a phone relationship. I also don't think that psycho killers would sing Savage Garden songs over the phone to you.... (seriously one of the cutest moments in my life). He is so genuine and I don't have to try to impress him. It's just easy. Not like any other relationships, where I had to work to keep up a conversation. The only way to describe it is to say it's amazing. He's amazing. I'm really sad about the distance thing. But I'm sure that it will work out just fine.</div>christahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05840238124152579800noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28166902.post-27890324778586253572008-04-07T22:55:00.002-04:002008-04-07T23:00:31.258-04:00Good Idea or Bad Idea?!<div align="justify">I went out with a friend the other night. We went to a local bar that we frequent often. While there, I met a guy. I know picking up boys at bars is not always a good idea, but this guy seems different. We instantly clicked... and I felt completely comfortable around him. He's not from around here, but we decided to exchange numbers. I fully expected to never hear from him again... but he called... twice already. There is just something really interesting about him. I want to get to know him and I think that it is possible. The distance thing does not seem like too much of an issue right now. But I hope that he is not some crazy psycho killer who wants to kidnap me and chop my body into a million pieces. I just keep thinking that this is too good to be true. If I do pursue him, then I will be extremely cautious. The first couple outings will be with a group.. until I feel more comfortable. I just hope that things really will work out.... and I'm super duper excited. Wish me good luck! (or leave your advice.)</div>christahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05840238124152579800noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28166902.post-60306448373692794062008-03-05T22:01:00.002-05:002008-03-05T22:06:34.494-05:00Spring Break!<div align="justify">Sun, sand, hot guys, lots of liquor, beer, sunscreen, bathing suits.... tons of fun... maybe a random tattoo or something. Unless you're me. Then it's work and community service. And when you ask for saturday off so that you can watch your mom's cheerleading team at the state competition, you can't even get it. Ridiculous. My spring break has been so incredibly sucky, words can't even describe it. First of all... if one more person tells me that I should have just paid the ticket, I'm going to slit my wrists. I didn't want to pay the ticket, working it off is harder but more reasonable. And let me tell you, I've stopped at every stop sign since. Also, I'm sick of getting hit on by old guys who are flying higher than kites. Seriously... you're shopping at a thrift store... don't look for a girl... and if you do, choose one that is at least close to your age. </div><div align="justify">So my spring break has been shitty, but come May 11, I will be on my way to Costa Rica, and no one can stop me!</div>christahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05840238124152579800noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28166902.post-40560414338650633232008-02-26T00:56:00.000-05:002008-02-26T14:20:41.713-05:001 Ticket + 3 Points = 23 HoursQuestion: What is the difference between a complete stop and a stop?<br /><br />Answer: Trick question. There is no difference. When my drivers training instructor asked me this question I said, "Well, a complete stop is when you stop all the way, and a stop is when you.... eh.... ummmm..... just stop?" Duh... stopping is stopping.<br /><br />Okay, I appealed the ticket I wrote about earlier. The judge said that I could do community service in exchange for paying 105 dollars and getting 3 points on my license. The fee.... 23 hours of community service at a local Salvation Army Thrift Store. Today was my first day. I actually had to go through an orientation! Everyone who worked there, besides the managers, were there because they had gotten in trouble with the law and they had to fulfill a commitment. However, I was the only one doing the hours for a traffic violation. The other homies had sold drugs, committed robbery, and other unmentionables. I felt out of place to say the least. Jeans and a sweatshirt.... I was over dressed. And I only stayed for three hours.... because I had to use the bathroom, and there was not a chance in hell I was going to use the one they offered. Note to self: pee before you leave home. So I will serve my hours and stop at every fricken stop sign I come to. Lesson learned.christahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05840238124152579800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28166902.post-36501720194956445472008-02-20T12:05:00.002-05:002008-02-20T12:17:42.303-05:00Those Effin Bastards!Okay... a recap of the week so far.<br /><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">Sunday I drove home with my all of my roommates. Three cars, six people, two people to a car, and ice-covered roads. I was glad we were all together, just in case something terrible happened. And it didn't, so no exciting story there. But when I got home, I grabbed my stuff out of my back seat and headed into the house. I still had to visit Wal-Mart, but I wanted to pee first. After I relieved myself, I convinced one of my roommates to go with me. We walked out, and that's when I realized someone was parked behind me, so we took my roommates car instead. Sweet deal for me. We got massive amounts of donuts (because they sounded good), and some other random shit that we probably didn't need, and headed home. Unloaded the car, and sat down for a quick snack before bed. Not the healthiest decision... but we didn't care. Then, I watched some tv until I fell asleep. Class on Monday morning started at 9:00 so I had to leave by 8:30. That's early for me. I slept in a little bit, and then went to start my car before I quickly got ready. And... the door was open! What the fuck!?!?! I went over to shut it, mad at my brother for leaving it open, and then I realized that my shit was every where! Some bastard broke into my car and made a huge mess. My stuff was thrown randomly all over the car, and the ten dollars I had in the center thingy were gone... along with my sunglasses. I was mad, but at least they didn't take my CD player... which they did manage to take out of my roommates care. So I was late to class on Monday, because I had to call the cops.</div><div align="justify">Tuesday was uneventful... basically a long trip to Frankenmuth which turned out to be completely unneccessary.</div><div align="justify">And today I am just tired. Hopefully the rest of the week will bring fun and exciting things.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">Oh.. I did go see the Golden Compass. I wasn't really excited about it, but it was AMAZING. I definitely recommend it.</div>christahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05840238124152579800noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28166902.post-69449246600084103612008-02-08T18:19:00.000-05:002008-02-08T18:24:44.004-05:00SNOW!<div align="center">I hate it! Well... I like it on Christmas, and I like snowboarding. But I do not like snow when it falls a lot... in a short amount of time. It took me and my roommates over an hour to shovel our driveway! That is ridiculous. School was cancelled three days in a row because the plow trucks could not keep up with the amount of snow that fell on our roads. The road I live on was not even thought about until today..... the third day. So every time I had to go to work, I had to gather my roommates and push my car down the road, or tow it. Just to get to work. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">So that's all I have for now. A lame story about snow. Maybe I'll get back to you when something more interesting happens. And you might not have to wait long. I think I'm going to the bar sunday night... and then I have a long lost friend coming next weekend. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Other than that... if there is anything specific you would like me to write about... let me know. I'm taking requests.....</div>christahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05840238124152579800noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28166902.post-68883229062656568492008-01-29T00:56:00.002-05:002008-02-26T14:16:21.923-05:001 Ticket + 3 Points = 23 Hours<div align="justify">Question: What is the difference between a complete stop and a stop?<br /><br />Answer: Trick question. There is no difference. When my drivers training instructor asked me this question I said, "Well, a complete stop is when you stop all the way, and a stop is when you.... eh.... ummmm..... just stop?" Duh... stopping is stopping.<br /><br />Okay, I appealed the ticket I wrote about earlier. The judge said that I could do community service in exchange for paying 105 dollars and getting 3 points on my license. The fee.... 23 hours of community service at a local Salvation Army Thrift Store. Today was my first day. I actually had to go through an orientation! Everyone who worked there, besides the managers, were there because they had gotten in trouble with the law and they had to fulfill a commitment. However, I was the only one doing the hours for a traffic violation. The other homies had sold drugs, committed robbery, and other unmentionables. I felt out of place to say the least. Jeans and a sweatshirt.... I was over dressed. And I only stayed for three hours.... because I had to use the bathroom, and there was not a chance in hell I was going to use the one they offered. Note to self: pee before you leave home. So I will serve my hours and stop at every fricken stop sign I come to. Lesson learned. </div>christahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05840238124152579800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28166902.post-18476898378543265392008-01-29T00:56:00.000-05:002008-01-29T01:09:08.886-05:001 Ticket and 2 Flat Tires Later....<div align="justify"><span style="color:#990000;">Okay.... I speed. Guilty as charged. But I think everybody speeds. YES... everybody. First of all... it's impossible to stay exactly at the correct speed limit. Humans make mistakes and speeding is one of them. I have also been pulled over my fair share of times. Time 1: 90 on the highway (it's 70 here in MI, for those of you who don't know). On my way home from college... only car on the road.... complete accident. I saw the cop, pulled over, and had the window down before he even realized I was speeding. Then the tears came. Which helped in this instance, because I couldn't seem to find a proof of insurance and I did NOT get a ticket. Time 2: on my way home from work... about 5 over. The officer thought I was drinking... because it was super late. I told him I was on my way home from work. And I proved it by showing him my maroon vest over my white button up shirt with bow tie and nametag. He let me go. Time 3: less than 5 over, no proof of insurance again. Oops. But still no ticket... my mom got a ticket. I'm not sure how that worked, but I'm not going to argue it. Thanks officer, have a great night. Time 4: stopped after the white line at a stop sign on campus. TICKET! Are you kidding me? No previous record and I get a ticket for disobeying a stop sign. Cost.... 105 dollars plus 3 points on my license! Needless to say, I'm appealing it. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#990000;">So I drive home for a day. Only a day because I have to work in the morning. Long story short... I actually got up early so that I wouldn't be late. Thank gosh, because I had a flat tire. I got my dad to fix it and I was on the road with just enough time to make it to work. On the drive to work (an hour and a half away), I see lights on the road up ahead. I slow down... because I'm not in the mood to get pulled over again. As I get closer, I realize that it's just a mini-van and it's way on the other side of the road. As I get really close, I notice he has a flat tire......... and he's in a wheelchair. I felt horrible for not stopping... but there were probably 13 cars driving in his direction. Surely someone would stop. When I looked in my rearview mirror, I almost threw up in my lap. NO one stopped! I couldn't believe it. I'm not sure why the man was in a wheelchair if he could drive... but I know they make special cars and things. To this moment, I can't get the picture out of my head. I wish I would have stopped. I'm going straight to hell for sure......</span> </div>christahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05840238124152579800noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28166902.post-31479874456057537182008-01-13T00:13:00.001-05:002008-01-13T00:30:09.769-05:00A Little of This and Some More of That!Well... school starts on Monday. For me... at 9:00 am. But I fully intend to go out on Sunday night like I always do. It has become a tradition and I see no need to break it just because of some stupid class. Hey.... trust me when I say it's hard work to become a 'regular' at a bar. It took lots of money and time. Now that I have obtained this ever so popular status, I am not willing to lose it. So I bet Monday morning will be tough. But I'm young, so I am fairly confident that I can handle it. I'll make sure to let you all know how it goes.<br /><br />As for other things.... JCPenney sucks. (I know I already wrote about this... but I have to go pick up my last pay stub because they never mailed it to me, so I am mad again.) How can you be fired for not working hard enough when you worked until midnight four nights a week all through the holidays?! I'm not sure I understand. And I'm sure that I never will. However, I have learned a few things from my time there. 1. People are attracted to drama. They will find it no matter what. In fact, if there is no drama to be found, people will create drama. 2. Most people who use fitting rooms are ignorant. NO... it is not my job to pick up the clothes you tried on, turn them right side out, and then hang them on the hanger before I put them back on the rack. You're lucky I am putting them back for you. Seriously. Do you think that I am your mom or something. And if so... why would you even treat your mom like that. Here is a real life story from working at JCP. <br /> SCENE: Trying to clear my fitting room rack, and help customers. All the while, keeping my eye on the girl in room two. She is trying on a hurricane of clothes. But since she is older (by older I mean clearly an adult) I am not worried that she is respectful enough to return her unwanted merchandise to the fitting room rack.<br /><div align="center"> (GIRL WALKS OUT. CAN'T EVEN SEE FITTING ROOM FLOOR BECAUSE CLOTHES ARE EVERYWHERE)</div><div align="left"> ME: Ummm... are you finished in there.</div><div align="left"> Girl: Oh yeah.</div><div align="left"> ME: Okay, thank you..................... for not picking up after yourself.</div><div align="left"> Girl: Well.. that's your job isn't it.</div><div align="left"> ME: That's not even your mom's job.</div><div align="left"> Girl: (gasp)</div><div align="left"> ME: My name is Christa just in case you wanted to tell my manager!</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">I should have gotten fired for that. Anway, 3. JC stands for James Cash. The man with the plan.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">And it's a great thing that I have a second job at Sears Portrait Studio... or I would be hurtin for some cash.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Finally... since this post seems to cover it all..... there's a boy. I know I know... so middle school. But he's cute, nice, and fun. He is also very shy. So things are moving kind of slow. But I am making progress. I'll make sure to fill you in on this topic too. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Okie dokie... thanks for reading!</div>christahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05840238124152579800noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28166902.post-64243886871438373332008-01-05T17:17:00.000-05:002008-01-05T17:31:45.520-05:00Caution...<div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Please don't read this and start leaving comments about how wrong I am. This is strictly my opinion. You can have your opinion and if you want to share, feel free, but don't hate. Don't judge me, and I won't judge you. Thanks.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"> I am not a very political person. I vote. But I do not follow the elections. I find my own ways to get the information I need to make an education decision. I know that this is not the ideal way, but it's how I do it. I also believe that politics are not black and white. There are so many things that are not a simple yes or no choice. First example: abortion. Abortion should not be used as a form of birth control. It's not an easy out. But if I were raped, and became pregnant because of this, abortion should be an adoption. I should not be forced to have a child like that. Later down the road, am I supposed to say, "Oh... I don't know who your dad was, because he raped me. I didn't mean to have you, but that's just what happened." It's just not black and white. </div><div align="center">Okay... I got a little side tracked.</div><div align="justify"> I was watching the news last night and there was a segment about soldiers preparing to leave for Iraq. It made me think about the funeral I went to in 2007. A friend's brother passed away while over seas. There were so many people at the funeral, it was amazing. But there were also a lot of cop cars there. Turns out, they were there to guard against protesters. Are you kidding me? At a funeral? This soldier died because he was fighting for your freedom. This is where the black and white part comes in. If you don't want to support the war, tell the politicians, not the soldiers. Don't support the war, but support the men and women who are putting there lives on the line.... for you and your families.</div>christahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05840238124152579800noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28166902.post-75357037850817710672007-12-31T00:49:00.000-05:002007-12-31T01:03:37.479-05:00I Can't Find My Heart.....I got a lot of things for Christmas that I asked for. Among these things, a new jewelry box. My old one just couldn't handle the amount of jewelry I had, so I needed a bigger one. Yesterday, I decided to clean out my old jewelry box. And I found a lot of funny things. A plastic bracelet that I used to wear every day when I was in high school. It came out of a Lucky Charm's box... and I don't even eat cereal... so I'm not sure where I got it. I also found some cherry stems that have been tied into knots.... and yes... it was with someone's tongue... a friend's tongue. There were also some old tickets... concert and show tickets that were from years and years ago. There were tags from clothes that I once thought I was going to return so I needed to save the tags. And in with all these things were four crumpled and badly folded pieces of paper. They were notes.... from an old friend. Okay... an old boyfriend. But they were written with so much love. I had mentioned to this guy that my mom had a note that my dad had written for her when they were in high school and I always wanted one. So half a year later, he remembered, and when he went on a long trip away from home, he wrote to me every day. When he got back and gave all the papers to me... I cried. It meant a lot to me and it was extrememly thoughtfull. I know that I will never be with this person again. But I still can't get rid of the notes. What is my problem? I have NOT read them recently. I'm almost afraid. But I can't throw them away. I think I'm losing my mind.<br /><br />Also.... I know what you're thinking. With all that junk in the jewelry box, of course she couldn't fit all her jewelry in it. But... even with all of that gone, the old one is still not big enough... and the glass broke on it anyway.christahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05840238124152579800noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28166902.post-20748084532467030652007-12-19T23:59:00.000-05:002007-12-20T00:04:57.023-05:00Shhhh... You Weren't Supposed to Tell!<div align="center">Here's to friends with big mouths. They suck... and not just on dirty things. If you know what I mean. It's been a trend in my life lately. I say something... as a joke... or as a secret. Then somehow, everyone knows what I said. From now on.... no secrets... no jokes. Then what will people talk about. How about that kiddies?</div>christahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05840238124152579800noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28166902.post-23597469836047978822007-12-17T00:00:00.000-05:002007-12-17T00:02:42.185-05:00Elf Time!<p><a href="http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=1474998257">http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=1474998257</a></p><p>Click on this link... and then you're gonna laugh. It's me and my two brothers.</p><p>You can even make your own.. it's super easy! Merry Christmas!</p>christahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05840238124152579800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28166902.post-57178276552686196182007-12-12T14:32:00.001-05:002007-12-12T14:36:34.488-05:00I Believe.....<table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="3" width="133" border="0"><tbody><tr><td align="middle"></td></tr><tr><td align="middle"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 8px; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; LETTER-SPACING: -1px; TEXT-DECORATION: none"></span></td></tr></tbody></table><p align="justify">I believe the sun should never set upon an argument. I believe we place our happiness in other people's hands. I believe that junk food tastes so good because it's bad for you. I believe your parents did the best job they knew how to do. I believe that beauty magazines promote low self-esteem. I believe I'm loved when I'm completely by myself alone. I believe in Karma; what you give is what you get returned. I believe you can't appreciate real love until you've been burned. I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side. I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye. I believe you can't control or choose your sexuality. I believe that trust is more important than monogamy. I believe your most attractive features are your heart and soul. I believe that family is worth more than money or gold. I believe the struggle for financial freedom is unfair. I believe the only ones who disagree are millionaires. I believe in Karma; what you give is what you get returned. I believe you can't appreciate real love until you've been burned. I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side. I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye. I believe forgiveness is the key to your unhappiness. I believe that wedded bliss negates the need to be undressed. I believe that God does not endorse TV evangelists. I believe in love surviving death into eternity. I believe in Karma; what you give is what you get returned. I believe you can't appreciate real love until you've been burned. I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side. I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye. </p>christahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05840238124152579800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28166902.post-35119377636054355302007-12-05T19:51:00.001-05:002007-12-05T19:53:20.511-05:00Happy Birthday to ME!<p align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday dear meeeeeeee..... Happy birthday to me.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Yup... my birthday is on friday. The big 22.</span></p><p> </p><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="3" width="133" border="0"><tbody><tr><td align="middle"><p align="left"> </p></td></tr><tr><td align="middle"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 8px; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; LETTER-SPACING: -1px; TEXT-DECORATION: none"></span></td></tr></tbody></table><!-- End Free-Easy-Counters.com Code -->christahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05840238124152579800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28166902.post-18055595713257235042007-11-30T00:41:00.000-05:002007-11-30T00:47:38.513-05:00Deja Vu!<p align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Not the memory thingy. The place. Yeah. I've never been there. Not even once. I have driven past the building. And I am pretty sure that I have seen some of the girls that work there. But I have never been inside. I'm not sure if I want to go. I think that I am just curious. What is it like? Are the girls trashy like everyone jokes about? I heard that they don't serve alcohol there. Which is probably a good thing. But if I'm gonna watch a naked girl dance... I'm gonna need some liquor in me. So... my brother and his three friends just left to go to the Vu. It's Thursday, so that means they are open until 4:00a.m. I guess. And they invited me to go too. But seeing naked girls with your brother... is kinda wierd. And I have to work in the morning. And I don't have much money to throw around. So, instead, I stayed home... and made cupcakes. Maybe some day, I will go to the Vu, after drinking of course. Maybe just to see what it is like. Oh yeah... do girls get in free? Because I think I heard that once too. Okay... that's it. I'm going to bed. And I'll have my brother tell me all about it tomorrow. Well... maybe not ALL about it... but some of it.<!-- End Free-Easy-Counters.com Code --></span></span></p>christahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05840238124152579800noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28166902.post-37087273053686806732007-11-22T22:56:00.001-05:002007-11-23T23:56:48.211-05:00Blessing In Disguise<p align="justify"><span style="color:#ff0000;">What started out as a horrible morning, ended great. First, I woke up at 3:11 so that I could get my shop on. By 3:43 me, my mom, and my aunt were at Meijer to wait in line for a Nintendo Wii. Well... the deals started at 5:00 am, so we thought we were good to go. But... turns out, the first person in line had been there since 10:30 the night before. And the other 300 people in line were there before us. Fuck it... let's try some where else. So we went to the mall, because we knew that FYE had some (they were in the ads). When we got there, we were shocked. We were the first ones in line. Ooooohhhhh goodie. Now, only two hourse to wait. So we waited. And when the manager of the store got there at 5:15, we were informed that there were NO Wii's to be had. WTF?! That's not what the ad said. Whatever... so we decided to try gamestop, by the foodcourt. It was our last hope. When we got there, three people were already in line. So we joined them. And waited for the store to open at 6:00. As we waited, more and more people joined our line. Then... someone from the FYE line walks by. And they tell us that FYE DID have a Wii. But only one. FUCK OFF FYE MANAGER! That's the first thought that ran through my head. So we were mad. And we continued to wait for the gamestop people. Then, the gamestop people show up and say that they have less than five Wii's. Bummer. My mom and aunt were 4th and 5th in line. But we continued to wait... and then... a miracle. They had 12! Woohoooo..... 12 Wii's. So we both got what we wanted, along with every one else in line. And we were happy. Then... I pointed out that the guy from FYE had done us a favor. If we had waited, we would have only gotton one Wii. And the Wii's at gamestop would have been gone. So because he lied to us, we both got Wii's. </span></p><p><span style="color:#ff0000;">So... that was my day. Wii hunting and work.</span><!-- End Free-Easy-Counters.com Code --></p>christahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05840238124152579800noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28166902.post-72361354105654443862007-11-22T22:56:00.000-05:002007-11-22T22:59:58.745-05:00Black Friday<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Yes. I will be participating in Black Friday. Not because I get all caught up in the hype of Christmas, but because I love seeing people fight over stupid things. I like shopping. And.. I really, really, really need a Nintendo Wii. And there are only a few of these in the world, let alone Saginaw, and I won't get one, if I'm not waiting in line tomorrow. So, I'm getting up early in the morning to race to the store to try and be one of the first ones in line. Then... after a long day of shopping, to get all the good deals, I am switching sides. I have to work at night. So it's definitely going to be a long day. But a fun one. I'll let you know if anything completely crazy happens. Thanks for reading.</span></div>christahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05840238124152579800noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28166902.post-51539682363765412822007-10-31T12:34:00.001-04:002007-10-31T12:47:42.160-04:00Happy Halloween!<div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZzGqjJEEpnjHm6xVaCm-q1EefVcVTeiaYui2MVTL-VwSmcZIUXegmsnm6RhrEB-W7jyh1wnmMqw3gFzqfdMBLbvoXOlDnn1JpHQi5DenAyUb2_sEXxp7rDO5x7akggMGbT-4zKw/s1600-h/n709426123_369759_7762.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127542724491029394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZzGqjJEEpnjHm6xVaCm-q1EefVcVTeiaYui2MVTL-VwSmcZIUXegmsnm6RhrEB-W7jyh1wnmMqw3gFzqfdMBLbvoXOlDnn1JpHQi5DenAyUb2_sEXxp7rDO5x7akggMGbT-4zKw/s400/n709426123_369759_7762.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">Here are our pumpkins. From left to right, top row: my brother's attempt at a pokemon face, MINE!!!!, Sarah Bobby's star face thing, Matt's puking pumpkin... the guts are hanging out of his mouth and one eye is squinted because he is throwing up really hard, then Clay's beaver pumpkin... also, his first ever carved pumpkin, Brooke's star pumpkin, and David's State pumpkin. Not bad... eh?</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="justify"> So.. last night, I really wanted to participate in devil's night... you know.. toilet paper and whatever. But, there were a few factors that affected my final decision not to. First of all, I didn't want to make anyone mad. So I tried to think of a house to toilet paper where the owners would just laugh it off. No such luck. Secondly, I didn't want to get in trouble. It was all over the news that Saginaw was increasing its police last night in an attempt to eliminate the amount of trouble that was happening. Because last year, someone decided to burn down a whole shit ton of old buildings. I think they did the city a favor, but firefighters were'nt very happy. I'm not sure what the consequences are when you throw toilet paper at someone's trees, but I'm not very willing to find out for myself. Lastly, I was tired. I had been at school all fricken day. Seriously, 8:30 - 10:00. And then, when I finally got home, there were people everywhere. Apparently, we were having a pumpkin carving party. I wasn't aware of this, so I was a little stunned and annoyed after my long day, but I still participated. So last night was spent at home... toilet paper free (except for what was in the bathroom).</div><div align="justify"><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">And tonight, I am dressing up and handing out candy to tricker treaters. I decorated the front porch and everything. I just need to stop and buy some candy first. So... stop on buy and get some yummy stuff.</div><br /></div>christahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05840238124152579800noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28166902.post-79150864341146379692007-10-24T16:25:00.000-04:002007-10-24T16:34:16.521-04:00English Teachers, Pinky Promises, and Cheerleading..... OH MY!<p align="justify">So, we have started our annual cheerleading team that gets together and performs for the Toys for Tots charity thing. So far, not bad. We need a lot of practice but things are looking good. With 20 participants, 6 of whom are boys, we will definitely top what we did last year. The performance, which not only includes us, but other local teams and some dancers also, will be on December 2, so clear your calenders. </p><p align="justify">As for my English teacher, she's not invited. Why? Because I loathe her. She is not capable of admitting when she is wrong. And nobody likes to be wrong, but when you are, it's only right to admit it and face the problem head on. Because my English teacher can't be an adult and solve this HUGE problem we have, I was forced to go over her head. So now she's mad.... and I don't care. She can't give me a bad grade because she's mad. Honestly, I hope that we both come out of this thing happy, but it doesn't look promising, so don't hold your breath.</p><p align="justify">And finally, Pinky Promises. I really have a problem when someone breaks a pinky promise. I know that it sounds kind of childish. But there is just something about a pinky promise that makes it special. Maybe it's because something that was started on the playground is still being used by adults. If I go through the trouble, and embaressment of pinky promising someone, then you better bet, they should hold up their end of the bargain. If not, they better make up for it with flowers or something.</p><p align="justify">Oh yeah... and I'm sick, which puts me in a bad mood. <!-- End Free-Easy-Counters.com Code --></p>christahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05840238124152579800noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28166902.post-89035613962178096822007-10-03T12:46:00.000-04:002007-10-03T12:58:03.467-04:00EVERYONE has off days... not just YOU.<div align="justify">I am definitely a procrastinator. I have a bad habit of waiting until the last minute to do my homework. And sometimes I mis-judge how long it will take me to finish an assignment. This means I either have to come up with a really good excuse as to why I didn't finish the assignment, suffer the consequences, or hurry and do a crappy job. So... the other day, when I had a PowerPoint presentation due, I told my prof that the presentation was done, but when I transferred the file from my home computer to the school computer to print it off, the pictures didn't load. Pretty good, huh? Anyway, she said that for her to be able to accept it, that I would have to turn it in by midnight. No problem, it was only 9:00 pm. All I had to do was go home, finish it, bring it back to school to print, and then slide it under the door. But when I got home, I logged on to instant messenger. Something I haven't done in months. And to my surprise, a friend was also logged on. You see, she is in Korea, being and army person. So I haven't talked to her in a long, long time. We ended up talking for TWO hours. Then... I figured that no one would be at school at midnight anyway... so who could tell if I was there by then or not. I decided to finish the assignment, making it super duper cool, and pull an all-nighter. Then, I left my house at 6:30 am so I could be at the school before 7:00 to slide it under the door. But when I got to school... the door was open.... and the secretary was already there. SHIT. So I turned in my paper... and she saw me. I emailed my prof and told her that I came back to the school before midnight but that the computer lab was already closed. I explained in a very nice and long email that I couldn't print it at home because I don't have a printer... which is true. I apologized for my poor planning. And she sent back to me... "okay." What the fuck does 'okay' mean. Whatever. So I go to class... and she hands to assignment back. On the bottom is says, "Wow... this was REALLY WELL DONE! It's too bad that you didn't turn it in on time. Is it possible that I can have a copy to use as a future reference?" Then... a big fat 0 out of 20. Are you kidding me?!?! </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">So I get over it. Until later in the class when she tells us that we have a new assignment. And she would show us an example, but she left it on her desk at home because she wasn't feeling well. You know what... 0 out of fuckin 20 for you too bitch. </div>christahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05840238124152579800noreply@blogger.com1