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Name: christina
Country: United States
State: Texas
Metro: Houston
Birthday: 6/26/1984
Gender: Female
Interests: acting, surfing, my neices and nephews, God, Blake, Pilates, and anything in a theatre
Expertise: acting...I guess. SHOPPING!!!
Industry: Art
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AIM:  texscot06
Member Since:
8/17/2004
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| I babysat tonight, and instead of getting paid in cash, I get paid in art.
I'm a fan of the arrangement considering the artist is a professional and pretty good.
So i went to the studio to pick my painting, asked what one was a picture of because it was pretty vague, and he said it was just an abstraction type thingie. As he was putting it in the car, he said I would see what the image was from farther away and that it would become very clear. He chuckled. I should have picked another painting at this point, but I was curious.
Came home, hung it, and saying how hung it is is so funny because it immediatley became clear that the painting is a penis.
And that huge penis on my wall will watch me go to sleep at night. mmm, comforting. | | |
| my roomates ate my cinnamon rolls.
i'm not mad about the fact that the rolls are gone, i just wish i had been here for the enjoyment that they provided. i would have partaken, or partook.
but now, all that is left to enjoy is the little ring of icing on the pan from where the delicious rolls sat.
that ring is only a tenth as enjoyable as the actual roll the icing was also on.
in other news i had a fun dream last night: target sold a variety of animals, dogs and gorillas mainly. i learned in my dream that there is no way a human can outrun/hide from a gorilla who has a chimp for a sidekick. the monkey will follow you whereever you run/hide and signal the gorilla to tear apart whatever you are hiding in. now that i repeat this dream it sounds kinda scary, but it was more like a friendly game of hide and seek. also, there is no where a gorilla can run/hide that a human can't hide...forget about the chimp, you'll never find that little bastard. | | |
| it's snowing here, in the AR, and it's beautiful. as i look out my sliding glass doors and out into the falling frozen rain i am reminded of the struggling musicians in chicago who have been wrongfully targeted in a decibel-lowering new law. ever since learning of this tragedy, i can't seem to forget about it. there is a new law in chicago that bars street performers on michigan ave from performing louder than 55 decibels after 8 pm or some such retirement-esque hour.
correct me if i'm wrong, please, but i am under the impression that 55 decibels is about the volume of speaking loudly.
how are these starving musicians supposed to make a living? granted, everything on michigan ave is closed after 8 pm except for starbucks, and the singers are probably protesting the coffee monsters, i feel this is a hindrance of free speech.
i don't think the founders of this country meant- "yes, please, express yourself using your voice, but could you keep it down a little? i'm trying to watch CSI."
now, you may be asking, why does this bother me so much? i'll tell you why, because i may have to live with one of those starving musicians one day, and if they can't pay the rent or the heat and we end up frozen dead in millennium park, then i want to have someone to blame. and i think you all know who that someone's going to be...
george bush. | | |
| going away saturday. to chicago. very nervous. grad school auditions. auditioning for the rest of my life.
very sick to my stomach.
hope you all have a lovely week while i burn holes in my stomach lining. | | |
| i got in a wreck today.
kitty montgomery (my beloved camry) is not ok, me and the other passenger are fine. IF you call being punched in the face (her) and the ear (me) fine (I do call it fine because i'm all kinds of alive). brad, help me, i can't hear very well out of my left ear now, and i think it may not be from drying my hair.
the culprit was caught though, by my gaurdian angel Carol Hill. I thought I had hit a deer at first, but then i realized i was on a bridge and that there was no blood and guts, and truthfully, no deer. it was very much like a deer though, a wheel, the whole wheel, not a tire, came out of the morning darkness (6:11 a.m.) and took my right fender and kitty's intestines on that side away forever. wheel and deer both have 2 e's and can ruin your car. the airbags went off, that was my first airbag experience, not fun. the girl w/ me has a fat lip and a scratched up chin. her glasses broke in half.
my hand is swollen and my neck hurts.
the wheel came from a trailer behind a Dand S Building truck. Mrs. Hill (i don't actually know her) saw it happen and followed him all the way to wal-mart and called the cops.
my first real small-town arkansas moment happened when the cop knew me. i felt like i was on happy days. i will not say how he knew me, just to keep the story mysterious.
all in all, bad morning. so i went to sleep and started over.
Good Morning! | | |
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