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Tuesday, December 30, 2003 ( 3:52 AM ) shut up christine I will * get out of bed when my alarm goes off * be early more often than late * do one thing everyday that scares me * not buy books at thrift stores no matter how cheap they are until I finish the ones I’ve already bought…unless the book is really, really insanely good * try not to shampoo more than twice in one shower * use my cookbook more often * drink more water * donate blood * allow myself only three caramel frappuccinos per quarter * start saving money so I can travel * have accomplished everything on this list one year from tomorrow # Friday, December 26, 2003 ( 4:10 AM ) shut up christine I wish I could go up to you and give you a big hug, tell you how much I’m going to miss you, and let you know that I’m glad I had the chance to meet you. Who knows, maybe I’ll surprise myself and do it. That’s how I want to remember you, even if it’s only in my head. I reprinted that from an old post of mine since it captures exactly how I feel. We've been through so much together, and after all these years you've become a part of me, an extension of myself. I hate saying goodbye but in the long run I know this will be better for me, better for both of us......... So I've decided that very soon I will have my tail (aka hemorrhoid) surgically removed. Tails are cool and all, but after a while they become a pain in the ass (ahahaha I made a joke) ahemm but seriously...goodbye, I shall miss you dearly. AND we cancelled our aol account recently so my ChristineBulaoro aim sn is suspended indefinitely insert profanities here!! I was really attached to that sn too :( On top of that, I don't know how to get my buddy list back...all highschool, uci, staffers and even spoppers' screen names are gone...sucky freakin buttnuggets man. Until I find out how to get it back, my new aim sn will be BulaoroChristine. Please im me so I can put you back on my buddy list spanky! # Sunday, December 21, 2003 ( 4:30 AM ) shut up christine Yesterday a cute little old man spent 30 minutes circling my cart, trying to decide whether or not he should buy his wife an herbal pack for Christmas. So you say these are good for muscle aches? My wife has back problems. Is this one is a good size? What color should I get her? That one is pretty. Do you think she'll like it? When she opens her present this year, I hope she's not disappointed that she got a sack of scented beans. I hope she loves it. I hope she gives him a big hug. I hope she realizes how much thought and love went into choosing her gift. I hope she uses it a lot. And I hope she knows how lucky she is. Thank you to that man for making my 40 hours a week worthwhile. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays y'all! p.s. buy two, get the second half off!! :) # Sunday, December 07, 2003 ( 10:26 PM ) shut up christine Hans Christian Andersen wrote a fairytale about a poor little girl who was forced to sell bundles of matches in the dead of winter, and her parents would beat her if she returned home empty-handed so at the end of the story the little girl freezes to death in the snow. Yay that’s what my new job at the Irvine Spectrum is like… except there’s rain instead of snow, and instead of matches I’m selling aromatherapy pillows. *Picture a girl shivering in the rain, clutching a heated herbal pack to her chest in a pitiful attempt to stay warm…in her best English accent she whispers to a hurried passer-by: “Sir, would you like to warm your hands? Please sir, try one of our herbal packs.” The man walks away without acknowledging her, and the little girl’s tears mix with the droplets of rain falling upon her cheek…...* Okay its not that bad, but it isn’t as fun as I thought it would be :( so if you’re not busy and you’re hanging around Irvine Spectrum, please please please stop by my cart and pay me a visit….it’s called “Nature’s Way” and its next to Robinsons May. Hooray. But that’s not what I wanted to say. What I really wanted to say is that back in the day (I’ll stop rhyming now) I was a bad kid with lots of teenage angst and I said/did some evil things, especially to mi padre... I took most of my anger out on him but looking back I can’t really remember what made me so angry in the first place. But anyway, yesterday I went home for a few hours and my dad got mad at me…not in a bad way, but in a how-come-you’re-not-calling-us-everyday-we’re-worried-about-you-I-almost-drove-to-your-apartment-to-see-if-you-were-okay kind of way. I was thinking about that and some other stuff, and I feel bad cuz I never bragged about it when I was a kid…so attention attention I have an announcement: MY dad is better than your dad. :) My dad built us a treehouse. My dad is the king of Christmas lights. When I was younger, he’d always bring us gummi bears when he came home from work. My dad stopped smoking because we asked him to. My dad cooks more than my mom does, and he cleans, does the laundry, and washes dishes too…and my mom doesn’t even need to ask him. He grows corn, beans, tomatoes, avocados, lemons, guavas, squash, and eggplants in our backyard. He likes building cabinets for fun. He kidnapped my goldfish because he likes taking care of it. My dad can beat your dad at poker. My dad can fix your car…for free. My dad knows how to sew better than I do. He can use a tree leaf as a musical instrument. My dad was a bowling champion in the navy. He knows how to weave fishing nets. My dad likes baking bread and cookies. Sometimes my dad tries skateboarding with me, and he uses a broom to keep his balance. My dad is really cool. :) # Tuesday, December 02, 2003 ( 5:45 AM ) shut up christine I’m sorry, this just isn’t working out…I don’t think we’re right for each other…it’s not you, it’s me…but I still want to be friends okay? That’s what he said. Or that’s what he might have said, maybe if we knew each other, and maybe if we had been going out. But we don’t, and we’re not. So this is my official imaginary breakup with a complete stranger that I’ve had a crush on for the past 18 months. It’s easier for me to get over someone when I have closure. I can picture myself 10 years from now, looking thru my archives, finding this piece of crap entry, and thinking, “Why did I waste 18 months of my life lusting after some stupid guy that I didn’t know? And why couldn’t I grow some balls and introduce myself? Imaginary boyfriends? Imaginary closure? Pathetic pathetic pathetic” Well fuck you, future Christine! I just cussed myself out. Anywayyyyy I’d like to tell future Christine that yes this may seem silly and stupid now, but at the time it was actually pretty sad. Because breaking up is hard to do, but letting go is even harder, and letting go of something that was never really there might be the hardest of all, especially if you’ve spent 18 months convincing yourself otherwise, nah’ mean? But it's excruciatingly hard if you hear Eminem rapping in the background every time you see him. I think my problem is that I would rather crush on someone than be crushed by someone. Crush or be crushed. It’s easier to think happy thoughts, even if that means that at the end of the day, the cheese stands alone. *Enter stage left the artist formerly known as Prince, cue music* This is what it sounds like when doves cry…doves cry….doves cry Eek one last thing before I let him go for good… I’m going to say this here because I couldn’t do it in person, and there’s a .0000000001 in a gazillion chance that he’ll randomly come across this page, but .0000000001 in a gazillion is better than nothing So if your name is Carlos, and you live on Eloise St, and you drive a black truck… I’ve been meaning to say something to you I just wanted to say hello Peace out. # |
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