zombies attack

maaaan, life freaking rules. so often i forget that, getting involved in the pointless drama girls hold in their brains. it doesn't bother me that nicole and i havent spoken since the throw my books at my door "i'm sick of your shit" incident. although i felt so disrespected, i feel as if i have the upper hand with this one. yes, eventually i will have a sit down talk with her about this house..but i wont let that event hinder me from laughing and smiling. i've just learned that i can't be good friends with everyone.

last night reminded me that life is for living, so live it up. kyle ro and i refused to sit around, so we went to kroger as active members of a fictional cult. we binged on "neopoleon" ice cream sandwiches, and had a monumental dance party in the parking lot, throwing out our good moves and bringing in the cheese. it lasted for hours, and when i rained, we lied on the ground and soaked up the rain. it was so beautiful. there was a moment where i forgot about the world and just lived and breathed and thanked the Lord.

so often i wish i were beautiful, the way they are. the way guys look at them and talk to them like angels. i constantly remind myself that it is just a face and those things are petty. every girl struggles with her body and facial appearance, as pretty as we might see them. i've got to stop worrying about this crap because once i do, i'll enjoy so much more in life.

Christy's pregnant with twins from two different men!

oh summer, where art thou? i think about you often. i look forward to you more than i ever have before. all my summers in the past have been really stressful, either driving an hour to see my boyfriend without my parent's knowledge (i was young!!) or driving to atlanta every day for work and living out of a suitcase from friend to friend's place. but now, i'm here with my own home and i can do whatever i want, whenever i want.

few early plans on the list: plan windsuit party. paint portraits.

i've noticed a change in my behavior around others. i've been so quiet lately, and i'm an easy target to get my feelings hurt. believe me, i hate it more than i let on. i know it's not humanly possible, but i would like to keep a constant happiness. i'd like to place the blame on daily routine and the daily faces. i know where my real problem is, i don't spend the time i need to with God. i know the impact he has on our lives and our happiness, but i'm so lazy to do anything about it. i forget all my troubles when i'm with Him.

i'm really excited about the upcoming trip to mississippi. lesley and i in the car, what could be better than that? i love her so much (i know you are reading this, and frankly, i don't give a care). she's the kinda gal i will always feel comfortable around, she's so welcoming and loving. and she fills me in on all the celebrity gossip. pretty soon, she'll tell YOU all about my gossip. i'll get to see sam's mom. she rules and calls me a slut. and heath! heath and all his mississipian glory. i'm going to take him out for his birthday, i do believe. i never treat anyone to anything, but i should start doing it more often. it makes ya feel good, i'm assuming.

i love my mac, day 4.

Christy spotted at a walmart in south georgia..

...you know what i heard? she has a secret lover who works on a farm. eww!

everyone knows about livejournal; i don't feel the need to express my feelings towards my many states of life. that stuff is for close friends anyway, not weezerlvr87 from new jersey. i really don't know what i'll end up writing in here that can't be said in email or face to face, but i'm willing to take the journey. who knows, i might meet my future husband on blogger.commer! hey baby!

lately i feel like nicole doesn't care to like me. lately? almost the whole time we've lived together, i feel so distant from her. she'll make me mad and i say something to a stone face. nothing ever changes. her stupid dog ripped up my grandmother's couch. i cried, i talked to her twice about how upset i was...and she said nothing but "sorry." he can eat my bra, poop in my bathroom everyday, eat my make up and japanese doll, but he is not allowed to eat my couch. i guess i shouldn't fabricate the damage done. the couch is still in sitting order- he just ripped up all the ends to the back cushions and chewed up a pen on it. am i wrong for expecting her to pay me? i know it can't be recovered, but money should be bestowed/bequethed (they are both so great, i put 'em to use!) upon thy self. it's hard for me to remember that everyone's morals aren't like mine.