Quote of the Day.

Let's get out of this town tonight, nothing but dust in the shadows, gone by morning light - somewhere we won't ever get caught, ever be found. Baby, let's just get out of this town.

-Carrie Underwood's "Get Out of This Town"

Who am I kidding? You're my #1.

"Icicles."

Shaking in the cold of my bed
Trembling at the very thought of you
The uncertainty pulls me along
Hoping I won't again play the fool

Silliness lies in false hopes
But, love, that's the only gift
I receive from you
If the choice is between nothing &hurt,
Then I'll feel the pain all the while loving you

Stubbornness is our wall
I want so bad for you to see
That I'll accept every inch of you
Tell me all along it was me.

If once again I am cut to shreds
Just tell me I'm everything you want
But not what you deserve
That I'm all you ever wanted
But not what you deserve.

Dates.

Photograph by Bullet Salvador.

Good dates are hard to come by. Sure, it may be because the two people don't know one another yet, don't know what they like, how they are or what environment they thrive in most. However, there are some key elements that must be impeccable to be considered a good date.

1) Eat. The food has to be good. Forget creating a mood. Give me some good food, then we'll talk.
2) Conversation. Don't just talk about you, get to know me. This is us trying to get to know each other, isn't it?
3) Laugh, &Make me laugh. A good sense of humor may make me look at you differently - in a great way.

This isn't difficult. Hints are dropped here &there &if you listen carefully &genuinely are attracted, you'll see it all.

With this said, personally, I've only had one great date with a guy. I'm a sucker for great dates.

Beyond Comparisons.

Unexpected visits. Contagious laughter. Busting missions. Not knowing where we'd be the next minute. Wheels turning. Christia plotting.

We're Lucy &Ethel, no doubt. We thrive on the desire of depth, intelligence, maturity, &communication. She's a realist, I'm an idealist. I live off emotion, she lives off sensibility. An open understanding of where each of us stands is accomplished. She knows my darkest secrets, I know where her passions lie. These past months with my roommate make me wonder where all the time went. We met almost three years ago at MSMC's Overnight Program. Dear Lord, don't get us started on what our first thoughts were of each other. The universe pushed us together, not to mention the high of Orientation. I'm glad we were able to always find our way to one another. She opens my eyes to different possibilities &helps me fight against my greatest enemy - myself.

I wonder everyday how we are able to work out. Don't get us wrong, we step on each others' toes once in a while, but after tearful negotiations (On her part. Who woulda thunk it?) balance is restored. She's my imaginary childhood friend and the stability I perpetually yearn for. Come on, we have obese alter egos.

When I felt doubtful &insecure due to unrelated constant let-downs, she knew exactly what to do without hesitation. Never have I ever felt relief, security, &appreciation as I did at that moment. Honestly.

I'm happy to have found her &many of my other phenomenal friends (You all know who you are, don't even doubt it for a second). She incessantly amazes me. No comparisons, please. She's one of my best friends.

The Neural Synapses of Christia.

I still think cops are scary. Goodbye Rside. I love Laker games! I need to go to the bank. I drive a lot. Rain doesn't scare me. I love my best friend. I want my Jack Daniels back. History means a lot to me. I can't believe I've had crushes on certain people. I think I'll get Dim Sum tomorrow morning. I'm gonna be working a lot again @Crate. I wish I could have gone to the OR. I don't like him anymore, but it's okay to casually hang out with him again, yeah? Women are not meant to serve sandwiches, you misogynistic, homophobic, sexist dumbass. He's fucking shady. I should work in Public Relations for all the staging and plotting I do. Mind games are a bitch when feelings are involved. That said, no feelings are involved so watch the fuck out. I don't want to know you anymore; I know how you are. I hope he doesn't think I still like him. I wish I were pretty. I need to stop by Verizon because I have bad luck with electronics, namely phones. I'm starting to get used to the cold and rain. He needs to grow the fuck up. My eczema's acting up again. I miss CJ. I love Kevin Love. I need to have a day off to run my errands. I have to get my 24 hour fitness membership (again) soon. I love LA. Don't let a kiss fool you &a fool kiss you. I'm so happy I got a better grade for Molecular Biology. Guys don't hear shit girls say, huh? 17-year-olds can be men. I'm anxious to find out my Organic Chemistry grade. I miss Disneyland. I'm addicted to checking out my horoscopes. I want to see Sherlock Holmes. I need to do my holiday shopping. I hate tickets. I can't wait till 500 Days of Summer comes out so I can purchase the DVD. Yes, I'm still not like the other girls you're used to. I'm gonna miss my Children's Literature class. I tend to make boys run - away. I lay awake in bed often due to many things wandering in my head. I've missed my blog. Thank you for getting this far, good night.

Quote of the Day.

They're not ready for you!

-Tiffani Sapanghila

No, they're not. Bitches won't know what hit 'em.

Queen of Procrastination.

My subconscious finally slapped me in the face - figuratively speaking of course.

I've been taking a lot of naps recently &I had a dream that I woke up late to my Molecular Biology final. So not good, considering I'm not doing as great as I thought I would be in that class.

I always thought getting A's easily wasn't a motivation. Now that I'm not getting an A in this class, I'm not motivated because it's now impossible for me to get an A. Get it?

Oh, what a paradox. I hope this large extreme mocha pushes me to study.

I'm done Wednesday. Handle itttt.

Quote of the Day.

I don't want to be "sort of dating" someone. I don't want to be "kinda hanging out" with someone. I don't want to spend a lot of energy suppressing my feelings so I appear uninvolved. I want to be involved. I want to be sleeping with someone I know I'll see again because they've already demonstrated to me that they're trustworthy and honorable -- and into me.

-He's Just Not That Into You

Oh my God.

Epitome of Mediocrity.

As the semester is slowly heading toward a close, I look back ¬ice that different factors were introduced in my life. As much as I want to believe these factors had no probability of affecting my work, it has. The effect? Mediocrity on my part.

Dr. H.G. Adams said at a talk he had recently that 70% of the elements that people stress out about has already happened or will never happen to them. I'm currently stressing about elements that have already happened, namely substandard efforts in my classes. It's more than too late to change all of that. Why am I still stressing? I know that all I can do now is work on my finals. I know I can't get the grades I so highly desired. However, I can still control not getting the grades I know I never want.

It's difficult because I feel that no one really understands how bad I wanted those high grades. So I won't be on the Dean's List this semester - so what, right? Not really. I feel like if I slip up, like I'm doing now, I'm going to disappoint my parents, my brother, &my cousins. I'm not the type that slips. I'm the sponge that soaks up the information like water. The one that understands every detail of what I'm studying, as well as the general idea of things. My brain feels like mush. I used to be smart - Maybe I still am?

I feel like the poster child of mediocrity. But hey, if I'm going to be mediocre, I might as well be at the epitome of mediocrity. I'm not ending this without a fight. Find me in first floor stacks of the library. That'll be my home for the time being.

Meet me in Montauk&hearts.

Just a Game of Dodgeball.

...&I'm the chubby kid that always gets hit by the ball with the winner hiding behind me, waiting for me to get hit.

Horrible.