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Name: Ms. Christy
Country: United States
State: Michigan
Metro: Grand Rapids
Birthday: 10/7/1987
Gender: Female
Interests: The Admiraal, alphabetizing, anecdotes, cheesecake milkshakes, conversation, film, fluff, graham crackers, kicking out the jams, music, ornamental katars, pop culture, quality, reading, telling people I'm really busy when I'm actually just playing Freecell, the weather, and writing.
Expertise: Falling over.
Occupation: I go to school sometimes.
Message: message me
Member Since:
11/6/2004
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| Scott's turning 24 this Wednesday. I got him an island plot in Dubai. Hopefully he doesn't have one already.
I really do think Xanga is dying for me as it has so many times before, but this time, it's not going to be resurrected. Other forms of internet have proved more enduring and less junior high-esque.
Thus, it's likely this will be my last post for the time being. If anything monstrous or amazing or earth-shattering happens, I might let the world know via weblog.
The end.
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| (I was actually listening to Bob Dylan, but I felt predictable and wanted to show you how versatile I am when provided with a solid iTunes library. Thanks, AJ. Oh, by the way, you point out how I'm never around, and now, BAM, I'm in your room and neither you nor your lovely roommate are here. What's a girl without her heterosexual life partner to do?) Anyway. Whilst walking back from my new favo(u)rite class with my new favo(u)rite prof, reeling off the praise I received for a semi-insightful point I might have made, I was listening to one of not-so-arguably the best albums ever made, Dark Side of the Moon. (Oddly enough, I was more in the mood for something less commercial - not demeaning the quality of the aforementioned disc, but I was definitely in a Piper at the Gates of Dawn mood...and this is all inconsequential.) Happy with the rain and the current state of things, I was traipsing past the Commons Annex when, all of a sudden, I slipped and fell. This is not abnormal. Actually, it's pretty passe for me. I am used to falling over, used to bracing myself with whichever appendage seems most willing, used to nursing a greenish bruise on a bi weekly basis. But this time, not only did half my right leg get thoroughly soaked, the right sleeve of my old man sweater - one of the grandest things I own, mind you - got soggy. And that's just uncalled for. (This rather overdramatized account of clumsiness provided by your friendly neighbourhood Christy who's really not in a bad mood, not at all, but boy, was she miffed when her sweater got wet...ter.)
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| This used to be my favorite album. It still makes me want to move awkwardly from side to side in some sort of made up rhythm.
So I was playing Crazy Taxi today, and I realized that it's taught me
some of the finer, impractical points of driving. I was wondering why
there aren't any games that teach you how to drive in a safe manner.
So, behold: TRAFFIC JAM!!! See, Cake's "Long Line Of Cars" and maybe
"Passenger Seat" (Death Cab for Cutie) would be playing as you scooted
your way across freeways of Detroit, Los Angeles, and other heavily
populated urban areas. You'd start with a Buick LeSabre and work your
way up to a Saab or something. The final level would either take place
in Atlanta or Chicago. It's still in the works. And the slogan 'click
it or ticket' may or may not be involved.
On second thought, I should probably stick with entertainment criticism.
That's all I have for now. I graduate very, very soon. "Now, isn't that cool?"
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