Deep Breath..... .

Goodbye, no use leading with our chins,
this is where our story ends,
Never lovers ever friends.

Goodbye, let our hearts call it a day,
but before you walk away,
I sincerely want to say...

I wish you bluebirds in the spring, to give your heart a song to sing,
And then a kiss, but more than this,
I wish you love.

And in July a lemonade to cool you in some leafy glade,
I wish you health, and more than wealth,
I wish you love.

My breaking heart and I agree that you and I could never be,
So with my best, my very best,
I set you free.

I wish you shelter from the storm, a cozy fire to keep you warm,
But, most of all, when snowflakes fall,
I wish you love.

-courtesy Frank Sintra

When Harry Met Sally

I swear- this movie only gets funnier and more true to my life every time I watch it. It really, honestly, couldn't get any better! I wish I could memorize the entire thing and implement those clever banters into my everyday, already witty life. But in reality, none of us will ever memorize the entire thing. And in response to that, a true WHMS fan would reply with a slight sigh in such the Carrie Fisher way, "Your right, your right- I know your right." So in the mean time, here is some enjoyment for those of you who have seen the movie. And for those of you who have not seen it, forgive that ramblings that follow:

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Harry: I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.

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Jess: "Baby talk"? That's not a saying.
Harry: "Oh, but "baby fish mouth" is sweeping the nation? I hear them talking.

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Sally: You see? That is just like you, Harry. You say things like that, and you make it impossible for me to hate you.

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Stay tuned for more....

Wanna Waste Some Time?

So, during finals- I subconsciously seriously refine my time-wasting skills online. Then it hit me, wow- I know a lot of fun things to do online that kill the hours! I thought I would share the wealth for A.) those of you also suffering through finals and desperately seeking mental escape, and B.) those of you who actually have nothing better to do and are in search of some form of mindless entertainment. For those of you already hooked on internet pointlessness such as myspace.com or thefacebook.com, here is a new form of lifelessness that's a bit more creative.
1. Like to paint and send E-greetings? Click -->http://artpad.art.com/artpad/painter/
2. In the Christmas mood? Make a snowflake here -->http://snowflakes.lookandfeel.com/
3. Want to make your own quiz? So much fun! -->http://www02.quizyourfriends.com/
4. Cutest games ever! (I suggest the bee game) click -->http://www.ferryhalim.com/orisinal/

The Quote Book

(from left: Mariah, Santa, myself, Becka)
So my roomates are pretty much the funniest people around when nobody is watching, actually even when people are watching. I thought I was the only random crazy person in the world- always getting those akward double-takes for the randomicity birthed somewhere between my brain and mouth, but Mariah and Becka ramble as much as I do! We have a newfound love in the house- disjointed, akward (aka: gauche) statements that when pulled from thier context, make us not only love eachother more, but pretty much make us want to pee our pants. So we decided we needed a book to wrtite it all down in, and thus the quote book was born. It lives on the coffee table in our living room, and any coment ever uttered to any of us is fair game to be forever remembered on those sacred pages.

Now stick with me as I go aside for a moment. A while back I told Mariah how excited I was that there was a song with my name in it. It is most likely the worst song ever written, but I was still excited; my name is familiar not so common. It dosent even come on those little stupid personalized penciles, notpads, ugly neckalces people buy just beucause it has their name on it, tiny useless licence plates, shoe laces, so on and so forth. And not that I ever wanted the useless paraphanelia, but I was still always envious of the "Jenny" pens and "Amber" stickers. Not to mention, my entire life I have been mistaken for Christy, Christa, and Kristen; "Hi my name is Chissy." Reply, "Oh how nice to meet you Christa. What a lovely name. Christa, Christa, Christa." Cringe- it's like nails on a chalk board. Long story short, the Chrissy song was a pretty big deal to me.

So I decided Mariah needed to hear it. The other night we where all sitting in the living room as I poked around online for a quick-play of the song. However, I stumbled across only more proof of the patheticness of the song. So let me just tell you what the song is before I go any further, it is "Chrissy the Christmas Mouse" by Debbie Reynolds. So I wandered on to this pathetic page with a little single-note jingle of the song and typed lyrics. And much to my dismay, there was a little cartoon of Chrissy herself. I was horrified! If it isnt bad enough that people buthcer my name, or exclude it all together, now there is this slut-mouse to be the face girl for Chrissy's everywhere! Sounds harsh, but you should see her. Obviously, a quote was quickly installed in the quote book, "Chrissy the Christmas mouse lives in the middle of Santa's house.... Ag! Chrissy the Chistmas Mouse is a whore!"

We had a good long laugh; and despite all of this, I still asked Mariah to download the retched song- I occasioanly listen to it and weep, quitely, deep inside in dispare for my name's sake. So if you are ever over, please pick up the quote book and enjoy. And don't forget to fish for the Chistmas mouse quote. I thought I would also provide a link to the site so you can check out the little squeeker for yourself. Enjoy. http://www.rienzihills.com/ChristmasSing/chrissythechristmasmouse.htm

The Preface to My Insanity

So today is my first "blog." I feel like this entry is the preface to a book. It is not counted in the page numbers, most people don't read it- yet it is so crucial to understanding the book before you begin. A part of me feels like I am giving in. I realize that the entire concept of a blog by now is completely unoriginal; there are so many, most people will never find this, and if they do, will find very little importance in any of it. Regardless, I am going to write, if not for the sake of updating close family and friends (or to keep notes for that biography I am always claiming to publish), then for myself- to look back and say to myself, "what the hell was I thinking?" or, "can I UN post on this thing?" None the less, when I do not record stages of my life, I feel like they are lost forever; but like a blog is so much more permanent yeah? ha.