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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.




Tuesday, February 16, 2010
jim varney.

this weekend was
crazy
drunk
wild
insane
fun
with friends
that brought
happiness
hope
and
love.

We had a party to honor the 10th anniversary of Jim Varney's death. One of my friends is obsessed with Jimy Varney. So we watched Ernest movies from 6 p.m. to 6 a.m. It was just the four of us and it was so much fun. The tally on our alcohol consumption was quite high, though that was mainly thanks to the boys. We took pictures and a couple of movies that are hilarious in retrospect. It was greatness.

I had an absolutely fantastic time with these good friends, but I forgot about something very, very important I was supposed to do Sunday morning. One of my closest friends was dedicating her son's life to God at church. I don't go to church all that much myself, but I wanted to be there for her. So I had all this fun with good friends and with the best friend boy who I'm in love with, but the price I paid for all of that was hurting someone else whom I'm extremely close to. I honestly wasn't thinking much that night. Well, I was thinking. I was thinking about how much fun I was having and about how much I wanted to sit just a little bit closer to him. I care about him so much and it's like I'd do anything to spend a little more time with him, to be a little closer to him, to get back to the way things were between us two months ago. Saturday night and Sunday morning, it was like things were slightly back on track. I felt hopeful and happy again. But now, I'm kind of disgusted with myself for forgetting about her in all of that. Guys come and ago, but your best friends are there for you through all of the guys. Sunday morning should have been about my good, good friend and her son. Instead, what was I doing? Not seeing past my own little world.