Lyric of the Day

I remember waking up with you.
The days doing nothing,
You meant more to me then
Than I think you ever knew.
But you were going to be a doctor,
A movie star, a poet at a Nobel seminar,
I hope the world never tore that out of you.

From Better Than Ezra's "Our Last Night"

Nocturnal Surprises

There's nothing quite like being high on cold meds at 1:30am, and your cell phone delivers a call from a cute and talented friend you haven't spoken to in a few months. For the next hour, you commence giggling about hawaiian cruise ship gigs, unpredictable Ohio weather, Ryan Cabrera's hair, and cotton panties with pink puppy dogs. Makes me want to book a flight to California...

Yeah, no kidding....

No one can say I'm not well-rounded. In the past three weeks I've read Pamela Des Barres, John Irving, and most currently, Frank Miller's "The Dark Knight Strikes Back". Yeah, vintage Batman...

You are a Brainy Girl!

Whether you're an official student or a casual learner, you enjoy hitting the books. You know a little bit about everything, and you're always dying to know more. For a guy to win your heart, he's got to share some of your intellectual interests. A awesome book collection of his own doesn't hurt either!

What Kind of Girl Are You?

How'd they know?

1. I actually had a man call me "addicting" once, and he meant it as a compliment.

2. Last weekend I found myself in a rather awkward situation. I attended a show where a couple of my friends were playing (in separate acts), and one of the bands brought every one of their damn significant others. I'll spare you the bulk of my irritation hence I veer from my point, but here is the pertinent info. All of these women were sporting trendy layered, side-parted hair and neo-seventies, plunging blouses. I, on the other hand, came striding into the room clad in black leather pants, a white wifebeater, fushcia stiletto boots and a black sweater duster. Despite the fact I know the guys in this band, and I even have a passing acquaintance with one of the aforementioned girlfriends, not ONE of them spoke to me. While I was easily chatting with my other friend and his bassplayer, the girls made no secret of exchanging glances and whispering to each other. These were adults, People, not fourteen year olds. The boys, on the other hand, refused eye contact. And why? Out of fear their S.O's would know that deep in the recesses of their minds, hearts and crotches, they really wished their girls looked more like me.

Cristy -- [adjective]: Visually addictive 'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com

I really need to stop doing these things...

Here's the problem with MySpace (aside from all the skanky, barely-dressed girls) - people pass on a million surveys and quizzes. Since I'm high on allergy meds and sucking on a Hall's, the menthol of which is probably frying my brain, I found this entirely too amusing. I kid you not, I was literally giggling.

What Is Your Battle Cry?

Rampaging along the cliffs, brandishing a studded crowbar, cometh Sirencristy! And she gives a booming howl: "I'm going to strike a match on your crotch, and set you ablaze!!"

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