car troubles

this darling lady on the right cleaned the house today, and i greatly appreciate it!

i think gas stations are so cool. there is so much to look at, so many strange things to buy. although it's a rare occurance, i enjoy meals from the gas station. when i got off work tonight, i starting laughing so hard when i saw my car. some birds had a pooping party and it all landed on my car. i went to QT and scrubbed it all off with those window wipers, got gas, a hot dog and a chai latte.

when i pulled into the gas station, there was a police car and an ambulance in the parking lot. i asked the clerk what the deal was, and he told me that a guy's car got stolen, and while running after it...he got run over. nothing more than a few cuts and bruises, but dang. getting hit by your own stolen car. has that EVER happened before?

i get to see heath on tuesday! ednesday we are taking a road trip up to south carolina. i'm scheduled to work, but i have a feeling that i will be really sick on wednesday. i've never called out of work as a lie, so i'm real nervous. nicole told me i call a voicemail and just say my shift and that i can't come in. how easy!

church time, excellent.

"sex isn't the answer...only sometimes"

i felt so good this morning because i woke up at 8 am. around 11, i decided it was MY day to shower. capitalizing "my" makes it seem as if my roommates are given a shower schedule, but that is not the case. i hadn't showered in 5 days and my fingernails were getting really dirty from scratching my dirty head so much, that's the real concern at hand. to cancel out waking up way early, i took a naked nap on the couch. that's a first, and it felt so good.



these little mexican suckers are the worst things in the world. benji bought a pack of them for the party* last night. in the middle is a delicious mango sucker, but before you get there, you must torture yourself through 10 minutes of chili pepper. a girl in my drawing class brought them in on the last day of class last year, and I just soaked off all my chili pepper and indulged myself in mango without any regret.

*end of the Year of the Condor** party, ringing in the Year of Silk Sheets: Wild Hearts Can't Be Broken. I predict this year will catch me up on all my missed sleep. we celebrated the new year in a creepy graveyard eating cupcakes.

**if you are an avid Room Raiders watcher, you may have seen the Year of the Condor banner hanging up in the living room of my friend David's Athens apartment. he was the one with the Beavis and Butthead squash art.

yet another reason japanese people should purchase Earth and force us into their ways:

airbrushed see-through skirts. little japanese boners are popping up everywhere.

mr. chaffin & the bush

I really love my dad so much. He's someone to really look up to. At prospect, the church I grew up in, he plays a big part in the youth group. He's the cool chaperone on all the choir tours. I'm so proud that my dad is the cool one. He always shows his 3 daughters all the love and affection he can give, which is especially appreciated by me, since my mom and I don't have any affection with one another. I am just happy to sit next to her. heaven's prospectors (the youth choir I sang and toured with for 7 years) sang at prospect this morning. I was so happy because these kids are doing the right thing. Their hearts are for the lord and they are going around the country singing about it. it sounds super cheesy, but it's very powerful. This one girl in the choir sang "I can only imagine" and I've never heard a girl that age sing with such "buh-bam." I was just waiting for her to grab the mike pole and go nuts with it. haha. She was real good.

yesterday was casey mcbride's birthday and he had a huge celebration at the cracker barrel. our waitress was ON TOP OF THINGS, for once. after my last sip of sweet tea, i'd look up and she'd have a pitcher ready for me. the lord knows how much I love sweet tea. scottie sat next to me and we made up a song. "b.o. you mother beeeeeepp" I was trying to sing extraordinarily well because I want him to sign me as his special solo artist on his new record label. i'd fit right in. I just know it. after supper we went over to the boys loft and daniel d. brought out his new projector and screen and we watched zoolander on the porch. it was a strange mix of people hanging out, which is good, because the more the merrier, but I was very concerned with lindsey.

I came to lawrenceville around 3 am and snuck elise out of her house. why couldn't she have lived in l'ville in high school? we lay down in the street and listen to my ipod. it was a beautiful moment.

from the back to the future

i woke up this morning on the flip side of jesse's bed. head to foot. in the sex realm, some may refer to it as a 69. because my back was to his back, it is more like a reverse 69. he and i sat outside talking until the sun was up. unlike most of my late nights, this one was worth saying, "yeah, i'm pretty tired today because i stayed up until 6 am." we talked a lot about moving forward in our christian walks. so many people stand in one place and do nothing to grow closer to the Lord. frankly, i'm frustrated with being that way, and it makes me sad that nearly every christian i know is the same way. we have so much more to live for, but we take grace for granted and do nothing to step forward. through talking with people, i know i'm not alone in my frustrations; many of my friends are sick of standing still and want to get out there.

on a whim, i decided to go 85 North to lawrenceville. i made my usual pit stop to the 21, and spent $70. how can i get the number to the worlds record book, because, darlin', that is a new record. i've been having trouble finding cute tops to fit me, thanks to these ginormous tumors leaching onto my chest. i'm almost certain that larges are getting smaller. large is for big girls, and i am not a big girl. we need small, small and a half, medium, medium and a half, large, large and a half. large breasted women of atlanta need H+M with their 0,2,4,6,8,10,12 tops.

i spent the later part of my afternoon cleaning my closet out. when i moved out of my house, my mom re-did my room with fanciful vintage furniture. all my crap is thrown into my closet, along with a good amount of old art work. i loved looking through everything, and i had no problem tossing things in the trashbag. i came across my note box from 6th grade. i shouldn't have read them, but i let myself.

6th grade was the worst year of my life. i know that it was 10 years ago, but it still chokes me up when i think back on that year. i had two friends. julie and mandi. i was really good friends with both of them and they tag teamed up on me. i wanted to fit in so bad that i would do anything to stay part of the "peace, love and happiness" group. i was that girl who would say "do you like this? i don't." and after hearing their response, i'd say, "well, i don't really like it." julie would go out with all the boys that i had mondo crushes on. she'd write me notes and say "get over it, he likes me. i'll try not to rub it in your face too much." i would pass them notes every day asking if they were mad at me (because they were obviously talking crap about me,) and they'd collaborate on a mean note telling me that i was a brat, annoying, stupid, etc. i'd take it from them, but go to my mom's classroom and escape life. all those things are somewhat normal 6th grade things, but can anyone explain why they lied to the counselor and told her that i was suicidal? NO one wanted to be my friend after that happened.

the notes were so hard to read. i was embarrassed for letting myself be THAT girl. for putting up with it. thankfully, i like myself now...and last i heard, julie was real fat.

u;n feeling it

hellllllooooo world.
tonight a bunch of friends from lawrenceville came down and we went to apre diem...however it is spelled. i know i don't drink that much but i can claim "my favorite drink" now, and that would be red bull and vodka.

i've been kinda down lately, but i can feel myself getting better. i get really sad because my younger sister is able to have boyfriends for years at a time, and a lot of my close friends are engaged or close to it...and here i am, single for two years. sometimes, i let myself feel that something is wrong with me...but that is just dumb of me to think. nothing is wrong with me at all. God is just saving me from heartbreak due to little wastes of time.

leah and chris day moved to atlanta. it really makes me so happy. leah is the kind of friend i crave. i can completely let myself shine around her. i have a lot of friends, but only a handfull or two i can truly love and be myself around. those are the ones i hold dearest to my heart and feel safe around. the rest are just people are just surfaces that i haven't uncovered and probably never will. today leah, chris, mick and i drove all over the flashing stoplights of atlanta. seriously, all the lights from east atlanta to howell mill rd we flashing yellow and red. what happened? we spent a great deal of time looking for the perfect windsuits for my party on saturday. i found one that is exactly what i want. sadly, it's only a jacket, but the jacket will suffice for any pants i pick up tomorrow. american pride, baby.

i have no idea what i'm really saying right now. i'll read her in the morning.
i stay up too late every night and it kills me. i feel it's wrath all day long.

take another...bitch

i had a long day of work today after a late night. i did pretty well with sales though which helped me make goal for the week. i've been slacking off so much at benefit lately. i have no desire to do anything, i just sit behind the counter and call girls and family members. all girls love talking on the phone. two random teenage girls saved my job tonight. see, macy's requires employees to sell 3 credit cards a month, and after a few months, if you aren't making your credit goal, you are sent to
"credit counseling" (I KNOW, tell me about it!) and after counseling, if you still aren't making your goal, you can get terminated. i'm completely against selling credit- hello, i sell make-up. if a person wants a card, they will ask for one. these girls came up to the counter and said "we want to get credit cards!" i hung up the phone with lesley and saved my job.

this woman walking around cosmetics today wore the most ridiculous outfit. she was rather horizontally challenged, but didn't stop herself from wearing tight white pants and a white sheer tunic, unveiling her white bra and mountainous back rolls. like a freaking brat, i wanted to see what she looked like, and i was welcomed by her nipple hanging out her small bra, which was completely visible, mind you, because of her sheer shirt. i could not help but run away and laugh. this girl at the chanel counter kinda snapped at me and told me to go tell her her nipple was hanging out. you don't understand, confrontation like that is impossible for me. i could walk up to her, but words would not come out of my mouth. for starters, no girl likes to be told what to do, and i got really upset with her. but then, i got really upset with myself for doubting myself. what was really stopping me from helping that lady out? i can't really blame my personality. regaurdless, that woman would be more embarrassed if i told her. at some point in her shopping trip, it's bound to pop back into place.

i bought a new journal yesterday. i am really excited about the journal journey. the one i've been using for the past 3 years is filled with pain and petty complaints about past relationships. every time i open it up to write in it, some magical power possesses my thoughts, which influences me to bring out the negative. i'm putting that one away for good. i don't want to look back on my writings and only remember the bad things that come few and far between. i am hoping to write in this journal almost daily or weekly, with the boring to the blessings. it will, hopefully, be a better depiction of my life as i know it.

touch of class

last night was real good. skye and i wanted to eat somewhere new, and i remembered this sweet lady that i "perked up" a few weeks ago. she was in town with her husband who comes monthly to get something done to his spine. they were a really sweet couple. she had a stroke last year which caused her memory to be short. her husband looked at her so sweetly when she spoke and forgot things. i loved them and i hope they are doing well. anyway, they were talking about how much they loved the Atlanta Diner, and i specifically remember them mentioning the great tasting grits. raised in the south, i base my views on a diner by the taste of their grits. lesley met up with us and we had a great time full of "oh no he didn'ts!" and just so you know, the grits were better than the lady led me to believe. and let me tell you-i'm feeling it today.

rami called and told me to meet him at the majestic. i walk in and see spencer. 5 months ago i would have turned right back around and gone home. but now we have been civil with one another, and we have really good conversations online. i sat down with rami and faith, pretending i hadn't seen him...cool, i know, but that's what everyone does. i notice he's sliding down in his booth so i wont spot him but then he walks over and says to check the text message he sent me. it was talking about how f-ing gross faith is. i'm sorry, but that is so rude. who does that?! she's my friend and also happens to be sitting right in front of me. what was i supposed to say when rami and faith ask what the message said?

i fell asleep in rami's bed last night and had the strangest dreams. in one of them, ro, zach and i painted his den black. we painted a crappy high contrast mural of us dressed up like hardcore cowboys. you know the look, black white and myspacesque. we didn't want any of his roommates to know it was us, even though they could make out who was pictured in the mural.

i'm getting my hair colored lighter tomorrow! i'm going to vidal sassoon because it will be free. it's pretty dumb of me to go back to them after they seriously messed up my hair last summer and left me looking like a dyke. i was told that they wont be cutting my hair, just coloring. i love the length it has gotten, and i can't wait for it to get even longer.

this week has been full of girl party fun. lindsey has been staying with us and ro is home from the beach. oh do i love an estrogen filled house.

the road trip starts in T minus 2 days. i've got my sunglasses and starbucks cups packed. k?

basketball gum

benji told me about a basketball player having a bubble yum flavor, and i couldn't believe it. i went to walmart and bought a pack of basketball gum. it's actually really good. tastes like lemonade and rubber, a strange mix, but a keeper. now how does this nobody get a gum named after him, while others are struggling to be famous?

the storm is over!

nicole and i talked everything out at work. i know it's not the most appropriate of times to have a mondo discussion, but we stood 4 feet apart from one another for 2 hours and didn't say a word. it was the most uncomfortable i had ever been.i came back from my break and just popped the question; i'm certain i broke a sound barrier out in the bermuda triangle when i cracked the silence. we talked about it for nearly two hours, being stopped by makeup questions. neither one of us sold as much as we should have for a saturday, but that was the least of my concerns. i'm glad we talked about it and it went very well. the conclusion is that she's aware of her selfishness and expects a lot from me, while i act and eat like a child and want more attention from her in our friendship. i think we are going to try to have a weekly "talk-out" where we just talk about what is going on in our lives, what happened that week, our feelings, and if something annoyed us about each other, we address it then...that way, we will be in a comfortable setting, making it easier to say and hear constructive criticism. i think this is the best solution yet, because i would love to know what goes on in her life and i'd like her to know my daily struggles to famehood. plans such as these usually happen twice and then die off...but i'm going to strive to make it routine.

i'm at my parent's house right now. morgan had a sister party last night in her room and made invitations that said:

parta over here

parta over there

parta everywhere

the theme is: get er done

we didn't "get er done", instead, we sang kelly clarkston really obnoxiously, and then i spent the rest of her parta begging for these sad eye cat and dog prints that were at my grandfather's house. i've wanted those prints since i was younger, and she took them from my stack of "i'm taking this" when we cleaned up his house. she wont even trade them for my old computer! what a bimbo.

my father can be described as "Brookstone" and possibly "Sharper Image." if only the rest of us could be summed up in a store's name, we'd be on our way to world peace. he's actually annoyingly precautious of anything that plugs in or has a dock. to much surprise, he JUST NOW got a digital camera. the man is like the president of the clark howard fan club, but somehow he went wrong with his digital camera choice, resulting in possible impeachment. the camera wont even load onto the computer correctly. one thing i do like is that it takes excellent clear videos with sound. lesley, he made a video of me being the grudge, which is quite impressive.

keep on livin la vida loca!

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.