shut up christine


Saturday, March 24, 2007
      ( 4:51 PM ) shut up christine  
a favor to ask...

sometimes i get an idea and when i'm really excited about something i have the mentality that anything is possible no matter how big
so the wheels started turning in my head, i researched grants
but it turned out to be a huge learning experience,
i wasn't eligible for funding, or there were too many restrictions on the money, or deadlines had already passed, do i have the time and the skills to pull off this project, and above all i really had no clue how to write a grant proposal, which is kinda important when you're trying to write grants.

when that didn't work out, i thought okay, maybe i can't go as big as i originally planned, so i started writing letters to companies
and then i waited
and waited
and waited.
and out of all those letters, only one company replied.
denied.

and like so many other ideas i've had before, i was beginning to think that maybe this was too big

a couple months later, one of my mentors said something during a meeting that really struck a chord with me,
he said a lot of times the people in our organization want to do all these amazing things,
but we don't have money. every project has a budget of $0.
when there's no money, you're forced to think creatively, you're put in a position of humility,
and instead of focusing so much on finances, you can focus on what's really important - the act of service itself.

so maybe i'll never get to do that big project
but my friend gave me another great idea, he said i should bring nail clippers to pass out,
and if i spent my entire summer in india doing nothing but cutting peoples' fingernails, i'd like to think that such a small act is just as important and meaningful as a thousand dollar project.

i'm not asking for money but if you'd like to donate a pair of nail clippers to someone in india, that would be super decent of you
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Monday, March 19, 2007
      ( 12:44 PM ) shut up christine  
gahhh am i still in the third grade? why is it that whenever i really like a guy, i turn into a bumbling idiot? i can't even talk to him, my face is burning just thinking about it. stupid heart. this is why i'll be single for the rest of my life
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Friday, March 16, 2007
      ( 1:13 AM ) shut up christine  
when i was a kid i found a disposable daisy pink razor in the bathroom cabinet and i remember studying my chubby chipmunk face in the mirror for a long time, contemplating whether or not i should shave off my left eyebrow and draw it back in with a sharpie but at the last minute i decided against it because i thought my mom would be pissed
and i wish i could go back to that time when i was oblivious and i believed wholeheartedly that i was beautiful, even with one eyebrow drawn in with an effing sharpie

also, back then i never knew i had a mustache. bastards
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Thursday, March 15, 2007
      ( 12:43 PM ) shut up christine  
i love this.


p.s. Tomislav Matkovik where are you now
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Wednesday, March 14, 2007
      ( 12:44 AM ) shut up christine  

"use your freedom to write wrongs."
the original.

more interesting ads here
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Sunday, March 11, 2007
      ( 7:00 PM ) shut up christine  
i feel like dancing. can we go dancing? i don't remember the last time i went.
and i don't mean raunchy club dancing, but like the kind in eighth grade when we were too scared to touch each other, so all we did was step side to side in a circle, and maybe sometimes we would clap our hands too. those were so fun
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Wednesday, March 07, 2007
      ( 9:39 AM ) shut up christine  
in my thoughts today


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Sunday, March 04, 2007
      ( 2:17 PM ) shut up christine  
aw man
last night was a really important, special night
i spent the last few weeks getting my mind into the right space so that i could let go
this post is kind of useless because there are no words to convey how meaningful it was supposed to be for me...
the thing is
i slept through it
i closed my eyes for a second and i knocked out on the couch, when i woke up it was over
the worst part is that there were so many goodbyes that i didn't get to say
my heart is broken
my life is a mess right now,
i am so tired, i can't even make time for the people/things that are most important to me, i haven't been taking care of myself
and at what cost?
something has to change but i don't know where to start
am i strong enough to change it

[edit]
in other news, i found this on kuo's site

...there are a few people I would sacrifice my own happiness for if I knew that they would get what they want out of life, and I definitely think my friend Christine is on that short list because I honestly, with all of my heart, believe she is a wonderful person. Thanks :)

kuo! this is why you're one of my best friends! unless you were talking about a different christine which is totally cool and wouldn't change the fact that you are my best, anywho i felt a lot better after reading that regardless if it was or wasn't written for me, and even though i am in over my head with all this craziness that is going around right now, i know it will get better soon, its already starting to.
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Friday, March 02, 2007
      ( 8:29 AM ) shut up christine  
this message is for Kuo

i thought of this right after we hung up last night
i would have called you back right then but i have to pay 40 cents a minute eek
anywho, i honestly thought Kuo hated me in high school. jerk.
and then last week when i got a bad haircut, kuo was the first person i called,
and i kind of wonder how that happened,
how over the years somehow you became one of my best friends,
and i don't think i had ever told you that,
but i wanted to let you know
in case it wasn't already apparent.
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