"Should Auld Acquaintance Be Forgot

and never brought to mind?"

It's a pretty immature question, but where does all this time go? I mean, if time never stays with us it must be somewhere else. I want all the time I lost back. I'm not sure what I'd do with it once I have it though.

Audrey Kawasaki is so talented, Taylor told me about her. Aren't you just so in love too? She paints on wood paneling, just like Esao, although you don't see the wood panel in Esao's art.

For the past few days I've had wonderful, half awake talks with the Cave Dweller. They're really nice, and I really do enjoy them.

I'm much more open to giving sentimental compliments on paper, or screen, rather than telling him. I think the interweb creates this immediate gratification that leaves me at ease. If what I write, or type, isn't quite what I want to say I can just backspace a few seconds and I have a clean slate. If my words slip, I just erase. There isn't any of those awkward tripping over my words moments, although I do like them at times. It's sort of fantastic that, for once, I can say the right thing.

Earlier, I was talking about how I don't want someone to change for me. I don't want someone who will change to please me. Nothing is real when it's forced. Nothing is real, when you aren't real. I mean, if I just cut out all those romanticized words and just get straight down to it I'm saying "Just let me know you for once". Is that really too much to ask for. I don't really know how else to explain this.

For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne.

"There's More Inside of Me

than skin and bones."

I feel okay today, I look nice today, I have no where to be today.

Mary Christ-mask Eve.

"I Don't Really Like You,

apologetically dressed in the best, but on a heartbeat glide."

I think that I can narrow my "type" down to four men:

1)Sam Endicott of The Bravery
2)Gael Garcia Bernal
3)Anthony Green of Circa Survive
4)Geof Manthorne of Ace of Cakes

It's apparent that I like singers, actors, and cake makers.

Christmas is two days away, this isn't my favorite time of the year. Anymore, no time is my favorite time of year. There isn't much to like anymore, at least for me.

As for the friend posts, that will resume at a later time. Perhaps, two or three updates later. I think that I'll only put one or two more friends up, because honestly I don't choose to have many friends. It's not that I can't make friends, oh no, I could have a sea of strangers if I wanted. It would be like my past, full of faces, full of lies. I just, don't want to be walked all over or hurt anymore. That's all really.

"You're the yellow bird

I've been waiting for."

Taylor wouldn't let me put a picture of her on my blog. She said something about killing me if I did. I wouldn't mind being alive for another day or so. Taylor is a Canary, I mean it's just that simple.

Things I most enjoy:

• Her "nyuus" and "byuus" and "noshes"
• Her interests: bones, birds, cephalopods, tea, asians, the list continues further
• When she nyuus levator and sings "You Are My Sunshine"
• The voices
• The personas
• Our made-up conversations
• How we just, understand

Things I don't enjoy:

• I don't think I don't enjoy anything about Taylor

I mean, she is my best friend and all.

I sounded like a blubber-nugget in the last update, I didn't meant to be so mean.

:|

"When I Wake Up Next to You,

half of me is worried you'll leave me. The other half is mostly worried I have cancer."

My friend Adrian looks like David Bowie. It makes me want to forgive him, for still collecting Bionicles at 16. That quote has nothing to do with him. It'd be weird to wake up next to him, or to wake up with cancer. But I digest(AHHAHA). I am going to introduce the online world to my pond of faithful fish. This won't go in any specific order, he's first because, well, I saw this picture of him on my Photobucket, and WHAMMY! it's up.

Adrian Nathan Cuevas Raya

What I like about Age:

• Willingness to accept my horrible, nonsense nicknames
• His extensive knowledge of the PS3 and all other gaming systems
• His crazy Bowie hair
• His apologetic puppy-dog stare
• His puppy-dog Jellybean,or Dog.
• The black rocky seat in his room
• His eccentricity
• His music taste
• How he treats his DVDs

What I don't enjoy:

• The layout of his room
• The fact that Gerry hates me
• His eagerness to grab things out of my hands

-___-

I mean, if I didn't enjoy too much about him, it'd be hard to be friends. He is my best guy friend, even though I won't admit it to his face. Well, maybe sometimes I will.

"La sopa de sopa es en mi estomago."

You won't get it interweb lurkers, but you can pretend you do.

Tomorrow, I'll introduce you to another friend, and you can pretend you are in my life for the five or so minutes you read it.

Ciao.

It's My Party, and I'll Cry If I Want To

All those things, are so wonderful. I mean, my birthday isn't that horrible. I feel spoiled, like I shouldn't have ever received any of these things. Given, I bought three of those movies (Fight Club, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Burn After Reading)with the money that was given to me as a gift, therefore I count them as presents. I haven't gotten my grand total of birthday money summed up yet, it's around $200. I am very thankful.

Today, when I was in Wal*Mart buying presents, I walked by the movie rack between the boys' clothing section and the electronics area. I saw so many wonderful movies, for a wonderful price! I was in Wal*Mart for about an hour, in just that one section. I was debating what to get. I also saw many of the Batman movies, it was so tempting. Although, I didn't want to spend my money. I contently settled for the three movies stated above.

Age: -agitated- "Why didn't you put Ageypoke? I like that better than Age-a-pa-looza."

Chrissy: -teasing- "Well, if you won't respond to that I'll give my present to someone else who responds to that name!"

Age: -down trot- "I'll respond to it."

Chrissy: -change the subjecty- "Age-a-pa-looza sounds like a band get together thing."

Today is a good day. It's pretty wonderful to have a good day, and to feel this nice, for once.

Apologies for the Delay

I've been neglecting writing a new entry in this blog. I can't say that I've been busy, that would be a lie. Lately, I've been reluctant to the usage of technology. My text count has gone down about 8k. It used to be around 11k monthly. It's simmered down to about 3k. I mean, that's a break through for myself. -Pats on the Back-

This kat, this kat above. She hates me, or loves me. I've never really understood the difference of the word. Anyway, I wanted to get a decent picture of her, so I had to lock her in the closest. I snapped this when she was next to the gift wrap. I hope the flash didn't hurt her eyes too much. I just thought I'd let the online world know that this is the only person I'm willing to share everything with. That is, until another kat gains my trust.

The page views jumped 155, either I'm getting a lot of visitors or the same person visits numerous times a day. They both seem plausible.

Hello, my name is Christina, and I pine for a relationship. However, when offered one, I will never take the opportunity. Aren't I just so wonderful? I keep telling you people that I am wonderful, do you believe me yet?

Meow, my birthday is tomorrow. The thought is not at all enjoyable. This feeling is not at all enjoyable. Have you ever felt like you could burn the entire world down? "Everyday."

Have you ever felt like your heart sunk down into your stomach, and has begun being dissolved away by the acid inside? Bittersweet, isn't it?