LOL, yeah right.
DeepWithinTrance (2:51:53 PM): see?
DeepWithinTrance (2:51:57 PM): god i hate u
DeepWithinTrance (2:52:07 PM): u're fine
DeepWithinTrance (2:52:10 PM): u're funny
DeepWithinTrance (2:52:13 PM): u're sweet
DeepWithinTrance (2:52:20 PM): and u're too damn modest
Mrs Kristen C (2:52:26 PM): and you hate me?
DeepWithinTrance (2:52:34 PM): i love u
DeepWithinTrance (2:52:35 PM): dearly
DeepWithinTrance (2:52:39 PM): without even knowing u
DeepWithinTrance (2:52:41 PM): imagine i did
DeepWithinTrance (2:51:57 PM): god i hate u
DeepWithinTrance (2:52:07 PM): u're fine
DeepWithinTrance (2:52:10 PM): u're funny
DeepWithinTrance (2:52:13 PM): u're sweet
DeepWithinTrance (2:52:20 PM): and u're too damn modest
Mrs Kristen C (2:52:26 PM): and you hate me?
DeepWithinTrance (2:52:34 PM): i love u
DeepWithinTrance (2:52:35 PM): dearly
DeepWithinTrance (2:52:39 PM): without even knowing u
DeepWithinTrance (2:52:41 PM): imagine i did
from Gini.
"When you pass through the waters, I will be with you, and through the rivers, they will not overwhelm you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned or scorched...."
—Isaiah 43:2
words to live by.
"Imperfection is beauty; madness is genius. And it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring."
I support love
Life is good right now; something like a domestic bliss at home. I haven't been this happy, well, ever. Home is definitely where the heart is these days.
I wish I could say the same about my job. If I did, though, I'd be lying. Everyday, I find myself wishing someone would spontaneously combust in some way, shape or form. That can't be healthy.
The boy is finally here, and I couldn't be happier. It's a little hard to describe the way I feel about him.
I know that I've experienced love before, in many forms. But his love is a new kind of love. A sweet love. A selfless love. A gentle love. It's a fun love, and a funny love. It's an unlikely love, but that's really what I love most about it. I've found someone who seems who compliment me without feeling the need to complete me or consume me. It's perfect, as is he. I couldn't be happier, really.
It's an amazing feeling to be able to look toward the future with anticipation and excitement. I've never been one to like change, and I've especially never welcomed it, but this boy makes me feel so safe, and I know I don't have to fear any changes to come, because I know we'll make them good ones.
Enough of my cheesy-new-relationship-high-expectations talk.
I'm just...in love.
dueling personalities
Mrs Kristen C (3:41:22 PM): hi ma
mom(3:41:44 PM):
mom(3:41:56 PM): i have a feeling i'm not going to hear from mimu for 2 weeks
Mrs Kristen C (3:42:09 PM): whyyyy?
mom (3:42:26 PM): because "the boy" is here
mom (3:42:35 PM): and it's all about Kristen and "the boy" now
Mrs Kristen C (3:42:54 PM): mimu's here!
mom (3:42:54 PM): no wakie wakie calls, no opi mimu moments
mom(3:43:08 PM): she is?!?!?!?!?
Mrs Kristen C (3:43:13 PM): i called for da wakie wakie this morning
mom (3:43:15 PM): MIMU????
Mrs Kristen C (3:43:18 PM): and OPI IGNORED IT
mom(3:43:28 PM): no, Opi let it go into a message
mom(3:43:37 PM): mamu was dead and did not hear the phone
mom(3:44:00 PM): so Opi took the opportunity to let it go into the message machine so she could have a message from mimu
mom(3:44:24 PM): but mimu sounded very calm and relaxed
mom (3:44:39 PM): so Opi assumed Kristen must have gotten laid
mom (3:44:55 PM): OPI!!!!
Mrs Kristen C (3:44:57 PM): OPI!
mom(3:41:44 PM):
mom(3:41:56 PM): i have a feeling i'm not going to hear from mimu for 2 weeks
Mrs Kristen C (3:42:09 PM): whyyyy?
mom (3:42:26 PM): because "the boy" is here
mom (3:42:35 PM): and it's all about Kristen and "the boy" now
Mrs Kristen C (3:42:54 PM): mimu's here!
mom (3:42:54 PM): no wakie wakie calls, no opi mimu moments
mom(3:43:08 PM): she is?!?!?!?!?
Mrs Kristen C (3:43:13 PM): i called for da wakie wakie this morning
mom (3:43:15 PM): MIMU????
Mrs Kristen C (3:43:18 PM): and OPI IGNORED IT
mom(3:43:28 PM): no, Opi let it go into a message
mom(3:43:37 PM): mamu was dead and did not hear the phone
mom(3:44:00 PM): so Opi took the opportunity to let it go into the message machine so she could have a message from mimu
mom(3:44:24 PM): but mimu sounded very calm and relaxed
mom (3:44:39 PM): so Opi assumed Kristen must have gotten laid
mom (3:44:55 PM): OPI!!!!
Mrs Kristen C (3:44:57 PM): OPI!
Ramblings
I miss him so bad tonight.
He's working on his project and he needs to get it done as soon as possible, since the clock has been ticking to the tune of a deadline for quite some time now. I'm really proud of how hard he's been working on it and I can't wait to see the work he's done. I swear, I'm trying really hard to be supportive, and not let my own selfish wants (talking to him) interfere with his work.
But I miss him like crazy, tonight especially. I was in my car listening to that Blue October song and all I could think about was him. I think I've heard the song about 20 times now, and each time I hear it, I fall into this cloud of visuals and memories of us. I can't wait to see him. Only four more days to go, even though I'm sure they're going to be some of the longest four days of my entire life. I left NY approximately 11 days ago, which doesn't sound like a lot, but has somehow managed to feel like an eternity. I'm guessing the last leg of this seperation isn't going to be any different.
I can't waiiiiit to hug him. This is ridiculous. These long distance relationships are like watching old people count pocket change, slow and frustrating.
Anyway, I was hoping that I'd be able to fight off the sleepyness and wait for his call, but I just don't see that happening. So I'm off to bed.
He's working on his project and he needs to get it done as soon as possible, since the clock has been ticking to the tune of a deadline for quite some time now. I'm really proud of how hard he's been working on it and I can't wait to see the work he's done. I swear, I'm trying really hard to be supportive, and not let my own selfish wants (talking to him) interfere with his work.
But I miss him like crazy, tonight especially. I was in my car listening to that Blue October song and all I could think about was him. I think I've heard the song about 20 times now, and each time I hear it, I fall into this cloud of visuals and memories of us. I can't wait to see him. Only four more days to go, even though I'm sure they're going to be some of the longest four days of my entire life. I left NY approximately 11 days ago, which doesn't sound like a lot, but has somehow managed to feel like an eternity. I'm guessing the last leg of this seperation isn't going to be any different.
I can't waiiiiit to hug him. This is ridiculous. These long distance relationships are like watching old people count pocket change, slow and frustrating.
Anyway, I was hoping that I'd be able to fight off the sleepyness and wait for his call, but I just don't see that happening. So I'm off to bed.
Blue October - Calling you
Theres something that i cant quite explain
i'm so in love with you
you'll never take that away
and if i said a hundred times before
expect a thousand more
you never take that away
well expect me to be
calling you to see
if you're ok when i'm not around
asking if you love me
i love the way you make it sound
calling you to see
do i try too hard to make you smile
to make a smile
well i will keep calling you to see
if you're sleepin are you dreamin and
if you're dreamin are you dreamin of me
i cant believe
you actually picked...me
i thought that the world had lost its sway
(its so hard sometimes)
then i fell in love with you
(then came you)
and you took that away
(its not so difficult, the world is not so difficult)
you take away the old
show me the new
and i feel like i can fly
when i stand next to you
so what if I'm on this phone
a hundred miles from home
i take the words you gave
and send them back to you
i only want to see
if you're ok when i'm not around
asking if you love me
i love the way you make it sound
calling you to see
do i try too hard to make you smile
to make a smile
i will keep calling you to see
if you're sleepin are you dreamin and
if you're dreamin are you dreamin of me
i cant believe
you actually picked...me
well i will keep calling you to see
if you're sleepin are you dreamin and
if you're dreamin are you dreamin of me
i cant believe
you actually picked...me
i will keep calling you to see
if you're sleepin are you dreamin and
if you're dreamin are you dreamin of me
i cant believe
you actually picked...me
Smitten
Crazy. I'm so freakin' crazy, about this boy who lives a hundred billion miles away, in a different world, on another plane of existence.
It started off as just a crush on a voice on the computer, and just some letters on a screen, and turned into something I can barely understand. A kindergarten crush, graduated to a 4th grade crush, which bloomed into my being utterly smitten with someone I'd never even laid eyes on. What a strange feeling.
Talking to this boy about everything, and nothing, all at the same time. Talking until 2, 3 and 4 in the morning, and not wanting to let go. So strange.
But the strangest thing of all was the way I found myself loving someone a hundred billion miles away, in a different world, on another plane of existence who I'd never even been close enough to touch. I told myself a hundred times that I was completely insane for loving this boy who I did not know. Insane for loving words I heard over a phone, and ideas about someone who I didn't know. But I had to correct myself, since I did, in fact, know this boy. I knew everything I could know. But I didn't know this boy, and that over-powered the urge to shout from rooftops that I am crazy in love with this boy who is amazing and would tell me beautiful things and would stay on the phone with me for hours on end, wrapped up in my conversation, in my giggling, in my rambling. He was just totally wrapped up in me.
I don't remember the exact moment where my smitten-ness turned into love. I don't know when I started getting the urges to tell him the way I felt, even though I knew I shouldn't. And I didn't. I knew I had to wait. I knew I had to see him with my own two eyes and grab him with my own hands, and kiss him with my own lips in order to tell him that I felt that way about him. So I waited, patiently, for the time to come where I would board a plane, by myself, and fly all the way to this boy who was a hundred billion miles away, in a different world, on another plane of existence.
And when I did, finally, get to see this boy with my own two eyes, my eyes sparkled. And when I did, finally, get to touch this boy with my own hands, my skin tingled. And when I did, finally, get to kiss this boy with my own lips, I felt it so deep inside of me, that any doubt that I'd had about the way I felt about this boy, evaporated, and I knew there was just no way I could be wrong.
Being next to him for the first time ever, made me tremble. Hugging him made me weak. Kissing him felt more amazing then anything I can ever remember. It was all so right.
And so, here I sit, crazy in love with a boy who's oh so far away, thinking about how badly I'd like to be hundred billion miles away from here, with him, in a different world, on another plane of existence, together.
Soon enough, I'm sure.
It started off as just a crush on a voice on the computer, and just some letters on a screen, and turned into something I can barely understand. A kindergarten crush, graduated to a 4th grade crush, which bloomed into my being utterly smitten with someone I'd never even laid eyes on. What a strange feeling.
Talking to this boy about everything, and nothing, all at the same time. Talking until 2, 3 and 4 in the morning, and not wanting to let go. So strange.
But the strangest thing of all was the way I found myself loving someone a hundred billion miles away, in a different world, on another plane of existence who I'd never even been close enough to touch. I told myself a hundred times that I was completely insane for loving this boy who I did not know. Insane for loving words I heard over a phone, and ideas about someone who I didn't know. But I had to correct myself, since I did, in fact, know this boy. I knew everything I could know. But I didn't know this boy, and that over-powered the urge to shout from rooftops that I am crazy in love with this boy who is amazing and would tell me beautiful things and would stay on the phone with me for hours on end, wrapped up in my conversation, in my giggling, in my rambling. He was just totally wrapped up in me.
I don't remember the exact moment where my smitten-ness turned into love. I don't know when I started getting the urges to tell him the way I felt, even though I knew I shouldn't. And I didn't. I knew I had to wait. I knew I had to see him with my own two eyes and grab him with my own hands, and kiss him with my own lips in order to tell him that I felt that way about him. So I waited, patiently, for the time to come where I would board a plane, by myself, and fly all the way to this boy who was a hundred billion miles away, in a different world, on another plane of existence.
And when I did, finally, get to see this boy with my own two eyes, my eyes sparkled. And when I did, finally, get to touch this boy with my own hands, my skin tingled. And when I did, finally, get to kiss this boy with my own lips, I felt it so deep inside of me, that any doubt that I'd had about the way I felt about this boy, evaporated, and I knew there was just no way I could be wrong.
Being next to him for the first time ever, made me tremble. Hugging him made me weak. Kissing him felt more amazing then anything I can ever remember. It was all so right.
And so, here I sit, crazy in love with a boy who's oh so far away, thinking about how badly I'd like to be hundred billion miles away from here, with him, in a different world, on another plane of existence, together.
Soon enough, I'm sure.
One for the money.
I'm here! I'm here! I'm finally here!
It's amazing. He's amazing. Perfect.
Be back later, he's on my shoulder.
2 to tango
It's tomorrow! Tomorrow! Freakin' tomorrow!I have soooooo much to do, I can't even think straight. Lets see here, shall we?
I have to do a load of laundry at mom's house, so that I have my favorite PJ pants for sleeping, while I'm up there. I have to take Dottie to Daddy's house, and pick up the money from Daddy. Then I have to run to mommy's house to drop off the clothes that Kat will be using for the weekend. I have to pack up 10 outfits for Jaz, for the 4 days that Kat will be staying up in Broward with her. I have to finish packing me up, and I have to make sure I don't forget anything, that I may or MAY NOT need for the 6 days I'm up there. I have to get online, and confirm my flights, then I have to shower, so I can straighten my hair tomorrow, and pack it up to head to Jaz's for the night.
Tomorrow starts off frantically, as I have to take Jaz to work in the morning, then head to work for an hour or 2, then find a place to get a manicure and pedicure, before I go. Then I have to head up to Jaz's and be ready to pick her up from work, so that she can drop me off at Ft. Lauderdale airport in time for my flight. And here I was thinking I had all of this time to do all of these things, and I really don't. I can't forget my laptop or anything for my trip, or I'll be totally useless lol. On top of all of this, I'm sick and I'm nervous. Good Lord.
I'm already getting to that stage where I know I'm going to miss Kat more then I miss breathing...THE AIR. That has me even more nervous. Thats the only part I hate about vacations. I miss the kiddo so bad when I'm gone.
Hopefully, JT and Clara don't hassle me too much while I'm up there, or I'm just going to avoid their phone calls all together. I don't want them ruining this vacation like they did my Orlando one.
And thats my next two days in a nutshell.
Off to work, before the boss screams at me again for this HUD.
3's company
And the count down continues. On Friday, I'm hopping on a plane and flighting to a state I've never been to before, to see a bunch of people I've never seen, and to have a grand old time. I really hope it goes well. I know I shouldn't be so pessamistic, but I can't help it. I mean, I'm pretty sure everything is going to go well, but theres still that little apprehensive part of me that's terrified that if things aren't perfect, that I'm going to be devastatingly disappointed.
And then there's that part of me that's bursting at the seams with joy over the fact that I'm going to see the DREAMIEST boy in the entire known universe. And, hopefully, if all goes well, I'm going to hug and kiss and tackle and cuddle said dreamy boy, until he can't take it anymore. I like that boy way too much for my own good, honest.
Have I mentioned the fact that he's the most amazing boy I've ever known? Well, he is.
Time to go home.
So appropriate.
My hopes are so high,
that your kiss might kill me.
So won't you kill me,
so I die happy.
My heart is yours to fill or burst,
to break or bury,
or wear as jewelery,
which ever you prefer.
4 for all.
zOMG. Four days. zOMG. I should start packing tonight, just to make sure everything I need/want to take is washed and ready for the trip. zOMG.
Tonight is BWL. I've been out of commission for the past week or so on raiding, so I'm trying to get back into the swing of things. I still can't believe I missed them taking Nef down. Hopefully we clear Nef this week again, and I get to see it live and in person. A couple of tier 2 pieces wouldnt' hurt too much either, heh. I have 110 dkp to blow in there, and I don't use it. I hope we get some Transy drops. W00t.
Guild Wars with Jeff is fun. I hope we get some of that in too. And maybe I can sign him up for Sunday night MC, hehehehehe. Omg. I've officially crossed over to nerdom.
I had a dream last night, that I went to NY. Actually, it was more a nightmare. Not b/c I was in NY, but because I'd forgotten my laptop, and I was spazzing out the whole time. LOLz.
Alright, alright. I get it. WORK!.
the woo. lolz
rich (9:44:17 AM): when do you leave to new york
Mrs Kristen C (9:46:28 AM): i leave friday
rich (9:48:03 AM): alrighty
rich (9:48:14 AM): that gives me some time to prepare the woo
Mrs Kristen C (9:46:28 AM): i leave friday
rich (9:48:03 AM): alrighty
rich (9:48:14 AM): that gives me some time to prepare the woo
5 times the excitement
Fiveeeeee days. Five days til I hop on a plane to NY. Am I excited? Heck yeah, I'm excited. I'm also really apprehensive. I feel like I have tons of things to do, and just not enough time to do any of them. The stress is starting to come down on me, but hopefully, everything works itself out a least a little bit by friday.
We won't even get into how incredibly nervous I am about Jeff and all of that. That's just nerve wrecking. I'm trying not to think about it too much, since I know I'll have PLENTY of time to stress while I'm on the plane. Plenty of time being 5 hours worth of time. I'm sure I'll be freaking out. Hello Xanax.
In other not-so-great-or-exciting news, I'm broker then broke. I've taken myself on a couple of little unnecessary shopping sprees lately, and it's costin' me. I just couldn't stop myself from walking into these stores though. I did a full wardrobe re-vamp. I'm really happy with my purchases, I just don't feel I made them at the appropriate time, ha. Either which way, I think I'll be okay. I'm excited :D
Other not-so-great news? I've caught a cold. My throat is killing me. I have to nip this thing in the bud so that it doesn't end up ruining my vacation.
I really had no idea that Hollister carried such cute stuff. I dropped in yesterday, and ended up leaving with:
And if you want to ask me if I feel like a total 'tard for shopping at Hollister like a 10 lbs. 15-year-old, go right ahead.
Wait, let me save you the trouble of asking. Yes, I do feel like a 'tard.
I had to get in touch with my woman-ly side, and to feel a little more like an adult, I went ahead and blew $150 at Victoria's Secret. Adult stuff FTW!
I bought that fragrance at Hollister (which I think I love) and the stupid salesgirl left it on the counter, instead of in my bag. Stupid girl and her stupid scene hair. I have to go back tonight to pick it up, and resist the urge to continue my shopping. GOODNESS. They did that on purpose, I'm sure. Those tricky surfer-teens and their bad lighting.
Ok, work work work.
Photos ripped from the blushing bride - Gini
I can't wait for her wedding! I'll be posting a humongous "congratulations" for her in August.I've already got my dress picked out for the wedding ;) Now, all I need is a date.
Bossman lovin'
bossman (2:17:37 PM): open a new microsoft word document
bossman(2:17:47 PM): tell me when youve got it
Mrs Kristen C (2:18:22 PM): i've got nothin'
bossman(2:18:35 PM): open a new microsoft word document
bossman (2:18:41 PM): tell me when its open
Mrs Kristen C (2:18:44 PM): open
bossman (2:18:50 PM): save as
bossman (2:18:59 PM): "lefty's self esteem booster"
Mrs Kristen C (2:19:19 PM): saved
bossman (2:21:06 PM): kristen is breath takingly beautiful, and is one of my favorite people everim very happy that my good friend jeff found her, and that i introduced them...he deserves such a wonderful girl as kristenshe is hands down the best healer i ever played world of warcraft with, and is without a question the biggest thing i miss about playing the gamei am very excited to see her when she comes to visit, and im sure the rest of my friends are as well
bossman(2:21:09 PM): copy and paste that
Mrs Kristen C (2:21:31 PM): I FREAKIN' LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVEEEEEEE YOUUUUUUUUUUU
bossman (2:21:47 PM): bossman loves lefty
bossman (2:21:53 PM): (throw that in there too)
Mrs Kristen C (2:21:53 PM): LEFTY LOVES BOSSMAN
bossman (2:22:10 PM): now whenever you dont feel loved
bossman (2:22:14 PM): you can look at that
bossman(2:17:47 PM): tell me when youve got it
Mrs Kristen C (2:18:22 PM): i've got nothin'
bossman(2:18:35 PM): open a new microsoft word document
bossman (2:18:41 PM): tell me when its open
Mrs Kristen C (2:18:44 PM): open
bossman (2:18:50 PM): save as
bossman (2:18:59 PM): "lefty's self esteem booster"
Mrs Kristen C (2:19:19 PM): saved
bossman (2:21:06 PM): kristen is breath takingly beautiful, and is one of my favorite people everim very happy that my good friend jeff found her, and that i introduced them...he deserves such a wonderful girl as kristenshe is hands down the best healer i ever played world of warcraft with, and is without a question the biggest thing i miss about playing the gamei am very excited to see her when she comes to visit, and im sure the rest of my friends are as well
bossman(2:21:09 PM): copy and paste that
Mrs Kristen C (2:21:31 PM): I FREAKIN' LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVEEEEEEE YOUUUUUUUUUUU
bossman (2:21:47 PM): bossman loves lefty
bossman (2:21:53 PM): (throw that in there too)
Mrs Kristen C (2:21:53 PM): LEFTY LOVES BOSSMAN
bossman (2:22:10 PM): now whenever you dont feel loved
bossman (2:22:14 PM): you can look at that
Oldies but goodies.
I ninja'd these from Marlene's computer yesterday, while I was looking for pictures of Grandma to post.
I thought they were precious, and added a little sunshine to a gloomy day.
Work is full of lovely distractions.
Aba Papi
I'm taking this a lot harder then I ever thought I would. I'm so full of regret in regards to the whole situation. It's weighing very heavily upon me.
I love my grandmother.
I'm so ashamed of myself.
I know that when someone passes away, every body plays the blame game with themselves, and they start thinking of all of the ways they fell short, but the truth is, I didn't make any effort with my grandmother.
I deserve to live with the regret.
May she rest in peace, my little grandma. She was the most selfless and giving person I ever knew. She would take from herself, to give to others. She would never let anyone go without. Even when she didn't have a penny to her name, she gave. She spent more then a few sleepless nights worried over and fighting for the people she loved. She did her best, always, to help everyone. She was stubborn and set in her ways, but she was one strong little woman. She will never be forgotten by her grand daughter, and I will make sure that my daughter knows how much her great-grandma loved her.
This has been a very sad weekend, indeed.
Isabel Revuelta
August 4th, 1928 - July 15th, 2006
Rest in peace.
July 15, 2006, I lost my last grandparent.
I've wished many times that things were different in our relationship. It didn't take her dying for me to understand that, at least.
But, you get what you give, I suppose.
May she rest in peace, my little "aba papi". I love her very much, whether or not she knew and understood it.
what a compliment
K: Helen of Troy launched a thousand ships, but only a smile like that could bring them all home.
Bitter?
K (2:53:27 PM): i hope viktory has an STD
K (2:53:32 PM): that way you can't touch him
Mrs Kristen C (2:53:35 PM): omfg
Mrs Kristen C (2:53:38 PM): hahahaha
K (2:53:44 PM): now i feel better
K (2:53:32 PM): that way you can't touch him
Mrs Kristen C (2:53:35 PM): omfg
Mrs Kristen C (2:53:38 PM): hahahaha
K (2:53:44 PM): now i feel better
In the words of the immortal Terisite:
"Man who sleeps on floor, does not fall off the bed."
-Tere, channeling Confucius
-Tere, channeling Confucius
