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[Jun. 11th, 2009|08:51 pm] |
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Sometimes, when life hands you shit, you do nothing with it except for cry in the shower, make yourself up all pretty, and go have a drink to knock you on your ass. A single malt scotch on the rocks? |
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[May. 18th, 2009|11:18 pm] |
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Upon writing the title to this LJ entry, I realized that I never craft very creative titles to my entries. Most of the time I don't even put one, and if I do it's usually a caption that consists of one-word phrases like "Hmmm", "Random" and "So...". I must improve.
Not really sure why, but lately I've been feeling as though I am gasping for air (figuratively, obviously). I'm feeling as though I need space and independence. I am so content to hang out by myself, but I feel like that's healthy, so I'm going to continue to do it! :)
Cheap, one bedroom apartments don't exist in Orlando, unless they reside in a shithole. This angers and frustrates me.
Been in a huge Industrial music phase lately. Suicide Commando is really rocking my socks off right now!
Bed now. Work at the ass crack of dawn tomorrow. |
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[May. 6th, 2009|07:11 pm] |
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The next to the last entry (or the last entry to those non-LJ members. The last entry is private KTHNXB) got posted before I had a chance to finish it, so I suppose I'll just pick up where I left off...:)
:: So yeah, navel piercing went well, the first 7 days it looked like death, but now it looks fine. It's still healing, and there is a bit of hypertrophic scarring but that will go away soon and it will be one, sexay piercing!
:: I've been in a going-out mood lately. It started when Steve and I started going to Paradise regularly, and now it's expanded into going to Paradise on Monday nights for $2 martini's, Wine-Down Wednesday nights at Urban Flats for all you can drink wine and awesome girl-talk with Rachel, and Backbooth on Friday nights for 80's night and really fucking expensive long islands ($8?!?! It's ass-rape I tell you! Ass-rape!). And occasionally Parliament House on Sunday nights with Steve and his friends for free drinks and lots of flailing on the dance floor. Free drinks, you say? Yes. The bartender there thinks I'm awesome, and I think his "body belong on a posta'" (courtesy of Flo-rida), and tell him so on a semi-regularly basis, so therefore he hooks me up with free peach cosmos. WIN! Who am I to turn down a free, ridiculously strong and huge martini?
:: I got promoted at Publix! I am now a full-time produce gal! It feels really good to move up in my company.
:: School has been put on the back-burner. I'm really not motivated to go right now, and I think it was a wise choice on my part to wait and go when I am really inclined to. To go to school now would mean being demoted to part-time (less money=sad times), and a waste of my time and money. And there isn't a guarantee that I'll find a job after I graduate (yes, I am well aware that there is never a guarantee, but there is a higher chance of making more money if I do have a degree and can find a job). Better to just wait until I am ready and focused. And financially stable. Bawhahaha.
:: Been considering getting a second job as a bartender at night. During the day, I'll slave away at Publix and during the evening hours, I'll slave away behind a bar and a row of liquor bottles, but my money situation will be a happy one. My goal by the end of the year is to become completely financially independent (the only thing holding me back from that now is the fact that I am still on a family cell phone plan. I'd really like to get my own, along with a new phone). I want to be able to afford my own apartment, bills and social life completely alone. Not to say that I will live on my own, but I want to be able to if something should happen, or hell, if I damn well want to live on my own. It would be nice to own something completely based on my hard work alone. It would be an awesome sense of accomplishment!
Steve and I were talking about doing it together, and you know what? We would make an assload of money. I would make an awesome bartender, methinks.
That's about it!
I'm off to drink a beer and paint. |
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[Apr. 26th, 2009|07:33 pm] |
Some things I have been up to since my last post, in no important order:
:: My navel piercing masterpiece is finally done! On Friday I got a horizontal subdermal piercing beneath my original navel piercing, giving it a triangular look. I was planning on getting it triple pierced, but when I went in to have it done, and told Pete what I wanted, he suggested the subdermal, which was cheaper than getting two piercing (he saved me about 30 dollars), and it has a lower rate of rejection. For those not privy to piercing lingo, unlike surface piercings that pierce through the first 7 layers of skin into your dermis, subdermal go deeper and pierce through the layer of fat beneath your dermis. Yes, it hurt. |
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[Feb. 8th, 2009|07:55 pm] |
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I'm sure the entire Facebook world has been tagged for that stupid "25 Things About Yourself That No One Else Knows!!!!" thing, but it actually got me thinking about some things that a lot of people don't know about me. I'm not going to post the entire 25 things on here, as I can't really think of a set "25 Things" list right off the top of my head, but here are some:
1. I can sing really, really well. Even though I've never been properly trained, I can sing opera. NO ONE has heard me sing it though. Not even my parents. Even if I think someone may be in hearing range, I don't sing as well as I am able to. It is the only thing that I am cripplingly shy about.
2. I used to always change lanes in the middle of the intersection. I never knew it was bad driving until I dated a guy that used to freak out about it. He would yell and carry on so obnoxiously about it that I eventually got out of the habit. Even though it's been a couple of years since we've dated, I to this day cannot bring myself to change lanes in the middle of the intersection. I have a weird little panic attack if I do, like I'm expecting him to jump out of the steering wheel and yell at me.
3. I used to hate having pale skin. Being a swimmer and growing up in Florida, I was always surrounded by tan skin. If you look in my swim team group photos, I'm the easiest kid to pick out. I actually thought that something was wrong with me when I was younger, and I hated standing out like a sore thumb. Now, I LOVE it. I think pale skin is the most beautiful shade there is for me!
4. I love doing crazy hair and makeup. I am actually pretty talented at doing hair...I kinda want to get certified as a beautician.
5. I hate nicknames for my name. The only one that I like is "Cris" but that's it...I ABHOR "Tina", "Christine", "Christy" and "Crissy". I love my full name!
6. There's this funny misconception at work that I'm a party girl. When I was 19 and 20, yeah...sure. But now I lead a pretty chill life. I come home from work, watch TV with Kevin, make dinner, fuck around on the computer, and go to bed. I guess my appearance and age would appear otherwise, but nope. But make no mistake...when I do party, there are no cutting corners! I party like a motherfucking rockstar. Sex and rock n' roll. Drugs are optional. ;)
7. I LOVE to cook, and would do it for every meal if I didn't have to clean up afterwards.
8. Lately, I've been waking up everyday with bloodshot eyes. I don't know if I'm just tired all the time, or if it's a neurological thing that is connected with the migraines that I also have been getting recently. I'm sure all of my managers think that I am a complete stoner.
That's all I can think of :P.
Now, I'm going to hop onto WoW until bed time!
G'night! |
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[Jan. 11th, 2009|12:13 pm] |
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Had a powerhour turned party last night. It was fun, I wasn't planning on staying very long, but as these parties go, I arrived, had multiple drinks shoved into my hand, got a bit sloshed and stayed out longer than expected. I tried to go to bed at 3, got coerced into staying up and bit more, and then before I knew it, it was 5:30 A.M. ^n^. Which wouldn't have been a big deal at all, except for the fact that I have work at 1 P.M. today and didn't particularly feel like going in hungover and/or still drunk/tired/cranky.
People were still arriving at 5:30, much to my dismay, so I left the house completely, kinda pissed off. Which leads me to saying that I'm the type of person that loves parties...but once I've had my fun/entertainment/social time, I'm done. Once I've drink, drank, drunk, chatted with everybody, made my rounds with friends, and gotten wild and crazy, I hit a brick wall and decide that I don't want to be social anymore. I gradually sober up, and as I'm doing that, I all-of-a-sudden decide that I don't want to be around a party atmosphere anymore.
I love Kevin!
Chris for Philly is here for a week. He seems to be getting along with everybody and having a good time!
Work now...:(
Work tomorrow morning at 6...:(( |
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[Dec. 30th, 2008|04:56 am] |
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It's early and I am so fatigued...the thought of standing for another 8.5 hours at work makes me want to scream and yet, in an hour, that's precisely what I'll be doing.
I never update anymore. Partly because whenever I'm compelled to I'm either too tired or don't have enough time. Or both, like this morning. A massive update post is certainly in order, as I have a lot going on! But for now:
:: Kevin and I are doing great! He is absolutely wonderful, and he puts up with me stressing over stupid things and being cranky. I love him =) <3
:: Christmas was awesome, a lot better than in years past, especially the more recent ones.
:: Work is going well, but the hours are wonky. I've been pulling tons of closing/opening back to back shifts, which is doing wonders for my stress levels ><. I'm also in and out of the cooler a lot, which is destroying my immune system. I've pretty much been off and on sick since November, mostly on. I get sick and then Kevin gets sick and it's a constant uphill battle to get well again. I don't think I'll ever see the day where we are both healthy at the same time!
:: Friends and family are doing well. Mom and I are getting along swimmingly, which is good.
More later...I have to go cut fruit now. |
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[Oct. 26th, 2008|03:25 am] |
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I'm drunk. I love 21st birthday parties. And Kate is the world's cutest drunk girl, EVER. |
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| WoW, animal crackers, and the good things in life! |
[Sep. 25th, 2008|02:11 am] |
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I'm eating animal crackers, which are rather good...and probably rather unhealthy considering they have icing on them. But who cares? They are good, and they are much better for me than devouring the oatmeal chocolate fudge pudding bars that Marlo has sitting in a Tupperware 5 feet away from me. :P
I am playing World of Warcraft, and having a lot of fun! I can faintly hear Bird's reaction to my playing WoW everytime I tell someone that I've started (Oh no, not you too! Get out while you still can!), but not to worry! I promise that I won't become a reclusive weirdo that quits my job in order to sit around all day, drink massive amounts of guarana and caffiene, and become solely focused on leveling up my level 4 Night Elf Druid character. I also promise not to use nonsensical WoW lingo around people that don't play it...because CHRIST that's annoying. I remember when Mark, Jon and Sean used to sit around and WoW-speak about their "level 65 this" and their "awesome rogue that" and "OMG I love to do PVP and raids!". Meanwhile, I would be across the room, bashing my head against the hardest thing I could find, and wishing horrible things upon the creators of WoW. I'm still getting used to everything, but I'm learning a lot and having fun. Oh, and Kevin! Sorry I wasn't responding to the chat...I couldn't figure out how to, and then when I finally read your instructions on how to talk back, you had signed off. But I LOVE YOU and goodnight! I'm getting my paycheck in the morning, and then I'll come over, get my charger and then we can go to ALDI!!!!!!!!!!!! =)
Marlo graduated from her Vet tech program, and I'm so proud of her! Her graduation was today and we all went out to dinner at Mulvey's Pub afterwards. I love me some Irish food, but sometimes I forget how filling it is (you know, the primary ingredient in everything being POTATOES and all. Yay starch.), so my eyes were way bigger than my stomach and I proceeded to order a lot more than I could eat. At least I'll have dinner tomorrow!
Aldi tomorrow. I can't wait! Cheap groceries are now within walking distance. I don't even have to waste gas to get there, they have groceries for a quarter of what they cost at all other grocery stores (even Wal-Mart), and did I mention it's within WALKING DISTANCE? Kevin and I are stoked! Grand opening is tomorrow and we are totally going!
Nightwish concert=AMAZING. Getting to see Sonata Arctica=MINDBLOWING. Getting to see Tommy Portimo:
Look at those dimples! Ah! <3
=AWESOME. Getting to go see a double concert with the best boyfriend in the world and 2 of my favorite bands was amazing. I loved every minute!
Sleep now! |
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| Chya, don't cha know... |
[Sep. 17th, 2008|11:53 am] |
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What would the world of fashion be without UGG boots? I'm not sure, but in my humble opinion, BETTER OFF...and that is why my Kudos of the Day go out to the country of Australia.
Dear Australia,
you have bestowed many wonderful gifts onto the world, including but not limited to Vegemite (okay, so not all of you my enjoy what Wikipedia.com describes as "food paste made from yeast extract", but there must be SOMEone out there that does!), kangaroos, boomarangs, sexy accents, and didgeridoos (coolest instrument EVER. Why? Just say the name. Didgeridoo. What fun!). But then, you got hit by the ugly train and started hatching the most horrid fashion trend since shoulder pads in the 80's: UGG boots.
What the hell were you thinking? I thought making sheepskin car seat covers was bad enough...which, let me just say this about those: if you have sheepskin seat covers and you smoke in your car, I have only one thing to say that...EW. The smoke tends to discolor the sheepskin in uneven patches, and then you have the occasional coffee spill or dropped cigarette butt, and in no time flat your white sheepskin seat covers look as if you wrapped your car seat in a puppy training pad.
But back to UGG boots and why they're a travesty to the world. Let's face it...if I could wrap my feet in toilet paper a hundred times, and then stick a rubber sole at the bottom, and come out with the same effect. Instead YOU, Australia, decide to defile sheepskin, and sell your sinful creation at alarming prices.
Reasons that people that wear them have no sense:
1. If you think this trend couldn't get more senseless, come to Florida! Where girls wear UGG boots with mini-skirts. Now, anyone with half a brain would reason that if it is cold enough to wear sheepskin boots, then it must be cold enough to also wear pants, a jacket and a scarf. Apparently not.
2. Because I'm smart and I say that people that wear UGG boots are senseless. So there.
Sincerely,
Cristina |
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| Oh, and one more thing! |
[Aug. 28th, 2008|11:44 pm] |
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It's time for another chop...
Coming soon... |
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| Just some things.. |
[Aug. 21st, 2008|02:08 pm] |
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I'm 21 now, and what does this wonderful Rite of Passage now mean for me?
Never having to drink cheap, nasty beer or liquor because "it's all they had". No more Bud Lite (unless it's that Bud Lite Lime stuff, cuz that shit is GREAT. It's like drinking alcoholic Sierra Mist!) No more vodka out of a plastic bottle. And certainly no more Natty Light.
I'm also going to lay low on the parties for a while. I threw one for my 21st that ended up getting way out of control. It was fine when it was just my friends and Kevin's friends. But then a certain friend[s] of one of my co-workers decided to invite 15 of his friends that were all 18 or younger. First of all, it was extremely rude. If I was invited to a party by somebody that knew the host, I would never assume that I could invite someone without at least consulting the host first. And then it was an issue of the fact that he didn't just invite one person, he invited 15-20 (I don't know the exact number, but it was way over 10. Fucking ridiculous). But the rudeness doesn't stop there. They were all still in high school or had just graduated! I'm sorry. I graduated 3 years ago, and never had a desire to go back. All of my friends are in the 20-25 year range and that's how I like it. Not only that but I don't want to have to deal with the parents of these high school kids calling me up the next day and asking me why their child came home drunk from my party. Minors are a liability that I'm not going to deal with.
So after these leaches snuck into my party and drank a good amount of Kevin's alcohol, they decided to throw punches when we tried to kick them out. Mayhem ensued, black eyes and bloody noses were given, and I ended my birthday party royally pissed off.
Never again will I witness Kevin, or any of my friends getting hurt for senseless reasons like that EVER again. So help me God if anybody tries to hurt anybody I love... |
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[Aug. 3rd, 2008|03:43 am] |
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I love Kevin.
End of story <3 |
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| Hello, all! |
[Jul. 28th, 2008|09:43 pm] |
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Hi livejournal-land!
As my 21st birthday draws nearer, I realize that when it comes right down to it, I'm really not all that excited for turning 21. Now, I actually have to spend money on getting drunk, whereas before everybody just bought me drinks. Boo! Only kidding, I'm just using this occasion as an excuse to get everybody together to party!
And there shall be plenty of that...just to let you guys know:
Friday, August 15th I'm throwing a party, and Kevin was awesome enough to let me use his house, so it'll be there instead of at my apartment! <3
Saturday and Sunday (16th and 17th) my friend A.J. is throwing a double birthday bash for the both of us in Jacksonville. I know that some of you will not be able to make it, but I'm driving up there and I'd be more than happy to drive anyone that I can!
And then, what I'm most excited for is having a dinner for all of my closest friends (and their respective significant others). I'm thinking of going to either Cafe Tu Tu Tango or Kobe's Steakhouse, whichever one is more affordable for all of you!
I'll be making calls at the beginning of August to let you all know more info! |
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[Jun. 23rd, 2008|01:06 pm] |
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am frustrated. I want to bitch on here but I can't. For reasons I won't mention.
But hypothetically speaking, it really irks me when people become so wrapped up in other people that they disappear completely. Like, from ages 18-25, it's nice to have a significant other...but not so much that you completely withdraw from everybody else except for that significant other. I could understand if you were married, had kids, and a career, but not if you're just in a relationship. As much as I ADORE Kev, he still hangs out with his friends, and I spend time with mine.
Anyways, I just had to say something. It's been on my mind lately. |
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[Jun. 18th, 2008|12:52 pm] |
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I get to be a hippie today.
And there will be much rejoicing!
:: Kate, Kevin and I are taking a yoga class today, which should be interesting. I've always been meaning to do one, but I've never gotten around to it. After that we're going to the full moon/summer solstice drum circle at The Dandy tonight. =)
:: Tomorrow is work, and then Firestone! D.J. Pauly Crush isn't there anymore, which is a travesty, but we shall see how the music is. Should be a good time! "Karen, I just need to go dance! Fuck boys and their dicks, I just want to dance!" Ah, Dane Cook infiltrating my entry...lolz.
:: Friday=BEACH!
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[May. 29th, 2008|08:01 pm] |
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Exciting things!:
:: We are approved for the apartment! Berkshires of Winter Park here I come! We sign the lease and move in tomorrow...I probably won't move in until a week from now but I am so fucking stoked =)
:: I am going to be a bridesmaid in my cousin's wedding! I'm really excited to get all dolled up to be in a wedding!
When we were little, we both promised each other that we would be bridesmaids in each other's weddings =)
:: Nicole is out of the hospital and stabilized. A relief!!
:: I got my hair cut FINALLY. It's the first haircut that I've EVER walked away from happy and satisfied. It's short and it's going to get shorter =) Pictures soon! |
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| Indy |
[May. 22nd, 2008|10:31 am] |
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The new Indiana Jones movie can be summed up with the Tim Allen-Home Improvement confused man-grunt*:
Uuuh-eh?
*Refer to this handy video for examples of the confused man-grunt:
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| Vagueness, FTW. |
[May. 6th, 2008|11:42 pm] |
Should of.
Would have.
Could have.
But didn't.
But you didn't. |
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| Portfolio Assignment: Personal Narrative |
[May. 1st, 2008|12:52 pm] |
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"My plans for the future are to go to college in Orlando (either Valencia then UCF, or just to UCF) and study something in the field of Art, Literature, Language, History or Business. I want to study abroad in Europe, and experience life in many different countries. After college I will stay in Orlando for a few more years and then move to Italy."
After a conversation I had yesterday, I was prompted to go back and look through old stuff I had written in high school about my future plans. In my high school Chemistry class, my teacher, Mrs. Mason (who I strongly disliked at that time because even though I was in regular Chem, she paced the A.P. Chem class. If I wanted to be in A.P. Chem, I would have been.) made us put together a portfolio for the year. We had to write out a personal narrative of our long term goals (for the next 5 years) and the short term goals we needed to make in between in order to achieve them. We also had to write reflections on every assignment we did: what we did well, what we could have improved on and what we learned from the assignment. Back then, I hated doing it. Now, I'm really glad I did.
"Where do you see yourself in 10 years?"
I don't know. In high school, I would have been embarrassed to say that. In high school, I knew exactly who I was, what I wanted, and the goals I was focused on achieving. There were three things that were important to me in high school and they became the driving force behind everything I did: Salvador Dali, Italian culture, and murder mysteries.
I learned everything there was to know about Dali. I collected books, read online forums and articles, and went to the Dali museum in St. Pete in order to witness his genius in person. He became my mentor, and his creative spirit flowed through me and touched everything I created. My art was strictly stream-of-conscious; there was no planning or sketching. Just my imagination hitting the canvas in swirls of color.
I also became obsessed with Italian culture. I took Latin in high school because it was the closest thing to Italian. I learned Italian and got pretty good at it. Not fluent, but close. My love for this culture spread into a love of all cultures and I promised myself that I was going to study abroad in college. When you go to a different country and experience a totally different lifestyle, it broadens your horizons and teaches you to appreciate things you normally take for granted. I went to Mexico in 11th grade and it changed my life. No, not Cozumel or Cancun...Reynosa. Third World glory at it's finest. My love of cultures grew to an insatiable itch to travel the world.
As an avid reader of murder mysteries and sci-fi, I figured my dorkiness could help me figure out a career path for myself. I got so good at deciphering the mysteries in my books, that I figured I'd be good at it in real life. I loved picking up clues and putting the pieces together. I also loved biology. I was good at it in high school and I fell in love with it in college. I haphazardly threw my love of science with my love of murder mysteries together and declared that I was going to study Forensic Anthropology in college. It seemed like the perfect match: it required a biology and chemistry background, in involved being at and around a crime scene (crime scenes=<3), picking up clues to study in a lab, AND the anthropological part allowed me to be around cultures and history.
Somewhere, something went wrong, and I lost my driving force. I guess in college I was forced to really reexamine who I was, and that in turn led to me second guessing myself.
I need to paint something again. I need to create. I need to get out of Orlando for a little bit to clear my head.
But for now, I must go to work. Blah. |
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