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Oh hello. I am Christina. I'm 26. My favorite things are: writing love on my arms, watching movies, laughing, baking brownies, mac 'n' cheese, taking road trips, Disney, writing, playing Guitar Hero and DDR, milk and cookies, smiling, Audrey Hepburn movies, singing Beatles songs, cheering for the Dallas Cowboys, playing board and card games, reading books, watching General Hospital, dancing, and, most importantly, spending time with my friends.

Quote of the Moment:
“I love people who make me laugh. I honestly think it's the thing I like most, to laugh. It cures a multitude of ills. It's probably the most important thing in a person.” - Audrey Hepburn

Mood: i'm good.
Music: pretending.




Sunday, February 7, 2010
countdown.

In about an hour, I'll be watching the last game of the football season. The Super Bowl. Colts vs. Saints. When the night is over, there won't be any more football for months.

I'm a girly girl but I love football. Most of my friends are surprised to learn this about me. I faithfully cheer for the Dallas Cowboys all season - regardless of how well they play. They're my team. But for me it isn't so much the football itself that I enjoy. Sure, I love watching as Tony Romo throws a long shot into the end zone that Miles Austin miraculously catches. I like watching the points add up and if my team's behind I love observing the action, hoping that they'll catch up and win.

At the end of every football game, one team loses and one team wins.

But that's not the real story. That's not the real story at all.

The real story is about little boys and girls who are inspired to one day become stars - to achieve their dreams, whatever they may be. It's about high school students who push and fight to land athletic scholarships to college because it's the only way for them to attend a university and better themselves. It's about an older generation that remembers the happy, glory days. It's about men and women, children and adults, young and old of every race and religion coming together to support something. Something that is bigger than any one of them.

If all of us could join together for a common cause like we come together to support football teams, think of what we could accomplish. Can you imagine it? Can you imagine what we could do?

This is about life and time and change. It's about hopes and dreams and chapters unwritten for every person involved. It's about you. It's about me. It's about us.

I hope you enjoy the game tonight.