January 12, 2005
ecumenically...
My [first] stint at churchiness XD.
No, really, let's try to analyze this for a brief moment. There's me, newly aware that youth congregations do not wear their "Sunday best" anymore; 3 people I don't know; and Yire, who was baptized that day [September 5, 2004]. I wish Koreans everywhere would stop doing the peace sign in photos. It's not cute. And it's so fo*cough*ish. *Rolls eyes skyward.*
Do I look like I'm in pain? My foot had been asleep while we watched the baptism, and I needed support to stand up. XD
Oh, yes, and someone is not a good photographer. =)ChrystieJanuary 7, 2005
strangenessGuess who got her license today.ChrystieJanuary 1, 2005
ooree ohneul samgyupsal goouh muhgutdahYes, I'm posting for the 2nd time today. Maybe it's a good sign. It's winter break, and I can do as I please.
About an hour ago [11p] we sat in the garage eating fried pig fat with the disco lights and Aimee's CD going in the background. Exciting. I realized that while it was fun to eat, sam gyup sal (or its American counterpart, bacon) was not exactly a cultured food. It's rather commonplace and uncouth. Ah, well.
But the gorgeous weather! We were all dressed in summery clothes, owing to the unseasonably warm winter weather we've been having (oh yes, even for Texas). Add a nice cooling breeze, and you've got a spectacular evening. We don't really get those, not even in spring or fall--it's either hot or cold. Hot, mostly. But truly, it isn't the heat that gets you, it's the humidity.
Ah, but I miss having other young people around.ChrystieJanuary 1, 2005
no resolutions = no failuresHaha. I typed in January 1, 2005 accidentally, then erased the 2005 and put 2004, then realized that it was 2005. Good going, Crys.
So my almost-pinky toe is throbbing, thanks to my heavy little sister. Because I tried to run away from her. Because she was telling me to take my iron. Let me tell you something, you fat little prostitute. The day I follow orders from you is the day you sprout wings and fly. Iron? Iron?! As if you were looking out for my well-being instead of using it as a way to demonstrate your power over me. Sometimes I wish you realized how incredibly stupid your words and actions are. But it's fine. I know you're stupid, and the world knows you're stupid.
Okay. Done venting. I'll take the iron when she's not looking. Or not. It's not in my best interest to take it, is it? My aunt kept looking at me very seriously and telling me that I could die. Thanks, Auntie, but living is not exactly a very encouraging incentive. You call me when you find a better one and I'll happily chug it down for you.
Lisa is planning to go to Korea (she's not Korean) with some friends after she graduates early, with our class. She wants me to come along as translator and hooker-upper. *Chokes* You want me to do what, you say? Travel with you halfway around the world without adult supervision? You're kidding me. But she's serious, I know. Don't get me wrong, I've always really truly wanted to go to Korea. It's almost a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity: to be young, free, and in your native country (halfway around the world). But I can't. There's not even any point in asking. I'll just get laughed in the face. And told to go eat my iron.ChrystieDecember 31, 2004
another unfinished story, another unchained melodyI would like to start another story, this one with a feel-good waltz scene in it. But I don't know how to waltz. XD. Maybe not a waltz, then. Maybe just a swaying side-to-side thing with John Mayer's "Daughters" in the background. Such a good song.
But I really wanted the waltz.
YES! Maroon 5 and "She Will Be Loved" on the radio now. I love that song, too. Tap on my window, knock on my door/I want to make you feel beautiful. I wish that every she was loved. But "it's not always rainbows and butterflies," is it?
(Interlude while Crystal dances to the song)
Oh, that someone out there, I wish to learn how to waltz~.Ten things about ten people. Try to guess if you dare! Mua ah ah. It's not that difficult, really. Note: Some of these people are not...people. Per se. But I think you'd agree that they deserve recognition, too.
&. 1 You are my smart, first "forever" friend, and I am deeply honoured to have such a worthy shoulder to cry on, whose sensitive intuition and fun quirks put me to shame. LYLAS, amiga.
&. 2 You are our flower girl. When I think of you I think of fresh pink roses and pearls and angels. And shiny smooth hair. Is this what others think about you, too? You're smart and a funny stoic (haha). LYLAS too buddy.
&. 3 LYLAS! You practical, clever person, you! You are very intelligent and strong, and I admire that about you. You are not afraid to defend yourself from larger people.
&. 4 YOU! Every time I think about switching schools, I thank goodness that we met. You, my very very first friend upon coming here, are so sweet and thoughtful that I am never exactly sure how to reciprocate your considerate actions. You deserve the best in life, and I'm sorry that it may not be that way.
&. 5 Did you know that in English class when we voted for the class role model for each six weeks, I nominated you? I guess not. But I did. You're an awesome person. I hope you eventually "find yourself" and figure out who you are.
&. 6 Can I have your autograph? Listen, if you ever break up with that Paradis chick and move to the States again, you just gimme a call, you understand? SO hot.
&. 7 I hope that you thtop bothering uth normal people. And thtart eating tic tacth. And get facial thurgery. And thtop picking your nothe. Or jutht dithappear off the faythe of the earth altogether.
&. 8 *Cries* You, who have caused me so much trouble ever since we met, are still causing me trouble today. You've been so helpful to me, and yet I hate you hate you hate you! But I love you. You're great. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE stop torturing me.
&. 9 I admire you greatly for your sense of noncomformity. Seriously. Oh, and your sharp wit, too.
&. 10 Good Lord! I can't wait to see you. I love you and would give up my life for you, but I just don't know it yet. I am overwhelmed with the acute awareness that you are not here right now, but someday I'll see you and know who you are. Someday I'll understand what all this waiting was for, and what this empty, gnawing inner feeling meant. Chrystie
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