Siltes

Pure love and dedication.

Intentions for Rosary Day

Liz: My dress is super short though. I hope I don't get in trouble.
Cris: You won't. If you didn't for winter formal, you won't..
Cris: ..I dare you to trip
Liz: And pull like a bunch of people down and ruin the stage set up
Cris: Rip Ms. Pautch's skirt off..
Liz: And grope Yoon..
Cris: All that while falling.
Liz: And just start rolling and kicking. Taking people out with my legs
Cris: And doing 360's off chairs and try to get up but your heel breaks and you just end up launching your body at a family in the front row.
Liz: I should go comando for all this too
Cris: Or a thong and it rips and flies out and lands in someone flowers for their daughter
Liz: And say I'm allergic and pretend my throat is closing in.
Cris: Take out the choir girls too..
Liz: ERIN!!

Liz: The things we come up with..
Cris: Read back to where we began.

Falling up

I had a song stuck in my head all day. While I was watching Oprah a Cadillac commercial came on and it was the song, so I start freaking. I went online because I had no idea which song I was thinking of, went to Cadillac.com and searched under commercials and sure enough it was 1901 by Phoenix. Such a catchy song.

Shit For Brains. That didn't stop the zombies in my dream last night. One of my own friends tried to kill me. Good because I rather get killed than feel teeth ripping through my flesh any day.

I have homework, but after I'll continue what I was doing last night. Watching pregnant women enter my house with out greeting and openly use my bathroom right in front of me.

Howl

My "party" turned out really fun. It was a total dud in the beginning, then the food was done and we all turned into animals. Later around nine thirty we walked to veronese. Yet again, to the cafe for a get together. They probably hate us there even though we've bummed to our waiter before. At least we don't sleep on the fucking couches. I also bought two albums today: Menos el Oso by Minus the Bear and Lungs by Florence + the Machine. I gave in and bought Lovers Undercover Crystal Castes mix by the Little Ones.

Everyone left and I was wondering why I was so tired. I hadn't had my phone on me since everyone I avidly text were right in front of me the whole day. I realized why I was so tired and couldn't stop yawning while watching Rambo with my roommate Mario. Turns out it was 1:15am and my other roommate Lety was feeding me brownies. They fell asleep and I was doing these but not publishing them on facebook. I probably did 12 of them.

Hoodalale

It's not that I haven't had time, and it's certainly not that nothing interesting has happened, I just haven't felt the need to write. I haven't exactly had the patience to sit and take fifteen minutes off of what I'm doing. Today is friday, my birthday was wednesday, brown and blue// long beach show thursday, today is friday. Tomorrow is saturday incase you forgot.

All of wednesday night I stayed up, in the backyard, with my dad, looking at jupiter and it's visible moons, possibly: titan, rhea and maybe ganymede. Three out of 52-60 moons that were visible that night. 52 of them are about 10 km and titan is the largest and apparently the only moon that is dense enough to have it's own atmosphere.

I'm beat.

Say yes

I'm in love, with the world, through the eyes of a girl, who's still around the morning after. It's always been, wait and see, a happy day and then you pay to feel like shit the morning after. Now I feel changed around and instead of falling down, I'm standing up the morning after.

The highlight of my day was last period where I was staring at the neck of the guy in front of me. The real excitement was when he finally casually stretch-scratched at the white zit on his neck hair line I had been staring at instead of remembering chemical compounds. Tomorrow morning at seven thirty, I'm going to be seventeen. No big deal.

I've developed an obsession:

Edit:

I lied within the first line of my saturday post. It's possible that I'm falling apart and am using cleaning and running as an excuse.

Unconditionally

I ran four miles today and I'm running out of things to clean. I even cleaned my dog and gave him a hair cut and now he looks like Ludwig Van Beethoven. He's actually laying right next to me. Anyways, I clean and go running because I keep feeling something. Something so horrible I can't just resolve by sitting down or reading. To the fact that I can't concentrate in school, I can't go online, I can't lay on my bed to relax. It doesn't phase me. I do all that I fucking could to not think of certain people but it all comes out the same. I don't care if you read this either. Moving on is an option, but it's not fucking going anywhere.

Poignant

"Sometimes things don't happen when they're supposed to, Cris. They happen because they have to."

Juniper drums

I've realized I can go a whole lot of a long time not talking to people. Then again, it also depends who it is. My days have been a breath of fresh air through a stuffy nose. Literally, I'm sick. I forced myself through all six classes yesterday, forced myself through a shower and I didn't need force to go and enjoy disneyland and In-n-Out with all my best friends. I ALSO HATE DANCE MUSIC. Stupid assholes next door.

P.s. Lady Gaga has to have some sort of disability.

Constellation

Last night was beyond phenomenal. I really regret not buying a churro. He signed my ticket, mumbling Lauren's too. Most of my sentences are going to be short. And mainly not make much sense. But really. I'm using periods like comma's. Gaby is in school watching video's on John F Kennedy and she keeps saying she "wants his balls". He's an assassinated president. Who wouldn't.

I got home really late. Finished up whatever homework I neglected. I woke up at my normal time for school and I'm waltzing around my room trying to figure out what to wear and I noticed my throat was closed. It hurt. So I'm just enjoying a day at home with people texting me telling me that the power at Rosary has been out since twelve o'clock last night. Awesome for them. vv Bathroom stall vv

This is the world

Pomona. Glass house. Lauren. Sea Wolf. Doors open at 7. See ya.

Hawaiian punch mustache

I've never had one before. My tongue and my lips would just turn red. I'm missing out.

I've become infatuated with booooooom.com. Check it.

5 materials I love in the room:

1. Book shelf
2. Box of important things
3. Painted ceramics bowl from ceramics class
4. Records
5. Cheng shoes

5 movies laying around my room:

1. It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia season 1 
2. Marie Antoinette
3. Little Miss Sunshine
4. Arrested Development season 2
5. The Office season 4

5 things you'd find on my floor:

1. Plastic clothes tags
2. Paint chips
3. Wires
4. Vitamins
5. Oliver

5 favorite artists:

1. Impactist

2. Jason d' Aquino

3. Scott C

4. Marcel Dzama

5. Mario Montes

5 things I usually find in my pocket:

1. Strictly quarters and nickel's
2. Bobby pins
3. Notes to myself
4. Two dollars
5. iPod

5 bookmarks on my computer:

1. Myspace
2. Facebook
3. Blogger
4. Gmail
5. Stumble
6. NASA.com (HAH, snuck it)

5 bands I've been listening to too much lately:

1. Saintseneca

2. Lykke Li (all the time)

3. Operation Ivy

4. Mungo Jerry

5. The Little Ones

lastly..

5 favorite books on my shelf:

1. Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs
2. Ballad of a Big Nothing
3. The Principles of Uncertainty
4. Ghost World
5. Go Ask Alice

*sigh sigh sigh, I'm going to go play Resident Evil on Play Station 1. Mow.

| separate post | (the making of my day)

Cris: I'm also dying. All I have is coffee and some chips in my stomach since 7:30 this morning.

Lauren: Holy shit dude. I can make you some 'cheekan'!? Dude. I miss you. I day dreamed the day you came back. It was triumphant.

Cris: Check yo self before you wreck yo self, droppin' moms like bombs, I make dough. 

Lauren: What's wif all that.

Cris: I'm listening to 97.1..

Lauren: You would.

She makes me cry.

Accustom

I need closure. That is all. And high ceilings. I like the feeling of being productive and knowing that I finished my homework before six thirty in the evening. I've never had the worst case of procrastination. Here it goes:

• Eat my uncrustable
• Urinate for literally the 30th time
• Decide my room is dirty soo:
- sweep my floor
- reorganize my shelves
- clean my closet
- take of HOB wrist band and put in my show box along with the ticket
- play with dogs while drinking hawaiian punch
- gaby calls
- while sitting on my made bed, I decide I should get the mail
- separate mom and dad's mail in piles
- hang up with gaby deciding I should now get work done
- listen to a record THEN...
• Begin my homework
- while reading I get discracted by the little boys skateboarding outside my window.
- 20 minutes pass
• Finish.

Seriously, is that not the worst. The other odd thing is that I didn't add anything at all to make it seem more annoying and lengthy.

I don't know what to do now. I'll just look forward to what awesome things are coming up. I'd bullet point them but I'm going to go sit outside with my boyfriend Ottie. He's not so puppy like anymore. He just looks like a hillbilly with a giant freckled beer belly. (white dog)

Jacket season

Is afoot. I'm in my room listening to music obnoxiously loud like a tween would to hannah montana. Anyways, I just want to say that I very much am grateful for this weather. It was missed so much and I love wearing jackets and jeans and shoes. Fuck you shorts, sandals, and bathing suits. I start swim tomorrow in pe. Yikes.

I am sooo relaxed, I feel like a feather. I wish I was. The weather was perfect by the beach. I saw racing greyhounds in a cage today at the Seal Beach Arts Fair. My sister and I went and had some mango shaved ice while sitting on a bench. It was so nice to sit down eating something cold while there's a cool breeze and sun hitting you. The best part was seeing the neighborhood water canals for each house. So sweet. My ears are still throbbing.

I missed this not so small and cute little shit.

Go this way

Relaxed is what I've been. I went to Veronese last night on short notice with Liz and we were there for a while while. We sat there talking about school, people, my school, the people there, and of course the most annoying person on the planet. Two of them to be exact. We romantically shared a terra missou and she dropped her cigarette in her cup of tea while mine was still intact. Poor Veronese cafe is publicized way too much. More than what it should be. Don't go out of your way two cities over just for a cup of tea.

Also on short notice, I arrived home late only to be told to pack a bag and now WAPAA.. I'm in long beach still.

"And on the way home held your camera like a bible. Just wishing so bad that it held some kind of truth"

Andrew Bird, Dr. Dog, RATATAT, White Rabbit, Vampire Weekend. What a random music selection.

Color fields & wagon wheels

I slept so horribly. I've been meaning to stretch my ears to my desired size, so every night I sleep either with tappers or nothing in my ears. I massage the lobes at night with some lotion, I clean them when I put the tunnels in. Finally, after four months of having purchased my 7/14's, they finally went through last night. I've never felt more relieved to know that my ears are not retarded.

If you think the right way, every other thing I just said describing my gauges, just sounds weird. Anyweis, I didn't go to school today on the count of my horrible night, (that wasn't the only thing bothering me), so I just stayed home. I watched We Are Wizards a Harry Potter documentary. I was already aware of Harry and the Potters, after seeing this movie, it made me love them even more.

Tonight is a football game. I don't think I've ever liked weekends so much. Probably because it feels like summer vacation all over again. Last weekend was really good. New obsession: go Vimeo Impactist. I was freaking out and immediately fell in love with their videos. IMMEDIATELY. I saw it on my friend izzy's tumblr. So I saw it there. I'm not taking credit for the find.

Can you tell?

That I watched his speech yesterday. I always do for some reason. At least he's grammatically correct unlike some other people. Today is my moms birthday so party time at my house. Today in history I could not keep my eyes open if my life depended on it. Normally it is because I'm bored, today I was just drained. I can't find my dental floss box..

When I go back to hoesary, I'm going to aim for AP English. Setting my goals and no procrastination. So far so good I've been doing everything I'm supposed to.

Word

to your mother.

Uncover

For the fourth year in a row, I am re-learning prefix and suffixes. Odd thing is is that I usually go through those in my english class. We were learning them in my life science class. Third day, I'm already over it. I think a lot of people are over school and don't want summer ohhh niiinne to end. Gay fags who put all that crap on their facebooks and myspace pages.

I fell asleep during my first period and last period. No time in between. Also, Sonora's fuckin' ghetto.

Not even jail

I'm too tired to type in paragraph form. I'll just summarize in bullet points, yes?

• Brea mall with gaby
• Ran into toria
• Came home and ate
• Watched the first season of the Office
• Gaby left
• Watched women's tennis match with dad on tv
• Went to Muckenthaler with him so he can play with his new $4,000 camera
• Came home
• Talked to the biff izzy for an hour.

Pretty much.

Your little white car

So I was looking through my old saved inbox messages. Nice little drive down horrible memory lane. I also found the username and password to me and gaby's old blog we tried to split but obviously it didn't work out, so we thought copying natalie dee (our long time hero) would really start up a nice little blog when we were 15. Too legit to quit name too.

Moons & Monsters

I spent the day at lauren's house. Needless to say, she is my soul-mate and I love her to death. Her and her wild animal dog Bagheera (Sasha) whom followed us by the smell of my piece of pizza. We walked until we couldn't, which led us to the top of the world and saw a great smog and soot filled sky over Santa Ana, Orange, Villa Park, Anaheim exc. (note: last picture, bagheera getting too friendly with me while laying down outside..)

Es okaii, we talk of the past very often. We speak fondly of it and the interesting things we used to do freshman year and how stupid we used to be. We thought of the coolest things we thought were awesome and thrilling at the time, not so much now.

I used to love to make lauren feel uncomfortable. All day, every day. I had an accomplice at the time..

That's all she wrote.

Picture yourself on a boat

In the river with tangerine trees and marmalade skies.

So FYF didn't work out, (Fuck Yeah Fest). I was so stoked to see my favorite band and all the other whatnots I've kind of have already seen before. All in all, I was still very stoked to see Wavves. He has my heart.

I've been reading, talking on phones, walking into rooms I haven't been in for a while, jumping, and starring at this poor girls package. 

Away to Urban Outfitters to rescue my feet from not cool shoes.

note: toothpaste on a blemish hurts.

Lovers spit

I have really began to figure out why I like the people I do and why I love the person I do. It's because of the way I carry myself with them. I'm not so shy anymore, I've began to talk, I've opened up even to someone whom I haven't seen in years and I'm totally okay with it and it feels like I've talked to them for forever and a day.

I've also realized that when I've found what I've wanted my whole 16 (almost 17) years living, I had but don't exactly have anymore. I used to watch what my sister had/ still has with someone and I always used to think to myself "shit, I want someone I can do all this crappy fun shit with..", and I had that at one time.

I don't think I've ever been so happy for the week to be over. I feel relieved but also like I have some sort of important date coming up that I feel immensely impatient for. I wish I knew what it was so my moods can be better. I spent the end of my day getting all the food I've eaten through out my stay at Gibbens' house on my white shirt, sitting by a pool and ending the day sitting at the top of a giant rock making sound effects and "sick beats" to people (and horses) waltzing by on the trail down the hill. Then my roommates picked me up.

My sister got me the best present!! (below) Then I found my nice little Ray Ban case with my glasses that have been missing for two months, just sitting on top of the pile of books on my desk. Ohh I am grateful for this find she made.

I'm sorry, btw.

Continually

I pretty much feel the same as I did in my last post, so nothing has really changed since tuesday. I've gone to too many funerals this year. Michael Jackson not included. I'm wearing all black as we speak. Surprisingly I don't own as much black as I thought I would. Strictly earth-tone cut offs with neck ties.. Oh and this picture blew me away.

Name ten things

You want to do before you die and then go do them. Then go and tell someone who might have forgotten.

Anyways, es hot. No shit, seriously. I'm taking up to two or three showers a day. It's great because I feel super great and super clean. All but cool :(

First day of school tomorrow. I'll have to face it someday. I was hoping I'd do something where I'd break my arm or leg again and maybe I can miss the whole first month of school. If breaking my arm or leg won't get me out of school, wtf will. I literally feel like jumping off my garage and just landing on all fours like a majestic cat and prancing away pouncing birds and woodland critters. Rabbits and such motherfuckers. Clothes shopping blows when it's somewhere I have no interest in. I want a uniform.

I vant to go to a space camp like I wanted to when I was little. I went to tennis camp instead. I don't even play tennis. I know how to, I just don't. Grunting every time I hit a ball over a net with a racket just isn't my thing. Sitting on a bench laughing is. See it my way.

Whiskey and wine

I am exhausted. From what chu say? I am exhausted from being exhausted and stressed all the time, AND I'm not even in school yet!! Having to worry about one thing and when I make myself think one thing is over with and out of the way and that I'm over it, it comes back and bites me in the ass. I AM TIRED!

This is all this is. This is just another reason for me to complain some more. I didn't want to come home. I don't have anymore time.