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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, March 2, 2010
tell. me. why.

I was driving home from a friend's house tonight and listening to a Taylor Swift album that I've listened to a hundred times before. You know how there are those moments in your life when you hear a song - and maybe it's a song you've heard a million times before - and in a particular moment that song pretty much sums up your whole life? Well, there was this song that came on and I've listened to it so many times. It's never been one of my favorite songs of hers, but tonight it just made sense.

Here are some of the lyrics:
I'm sick and tired of your attitude. I'm feeling like I don't know you. Well I get so confused and frustrated, forget what I'm trying to say. I'm sick and tired of your reasons. I got no one to believe in. And I know that you see what you're doing to me. Tell me why.

I just want answers. I know I'm not going to get them, but I want them.