Chrissie Hansen

Today, Monday, December 24th, 2007, Christopher, asked me to marry him. Officially. Ring and all.


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I love girls that are like.... 12, 13, 14ish, (or look like it) that try and pull off being hot shit.



I fucking love it.


Leave it to the older ladies thank you.

That is what I am. I'm getting over mono apparently... and I have a newly founded thyroid problem. It's pretty gay.


I started music lessons again cause I felt that there was a void in me needing to be filled, and so far, that's what it was.


I just came across something, by someone, who pisses me off. And well, I let it get to me.



I can't stand fake people.
I know I'm bitching.


People are stupid.


And so is Christmas.



Sam's fat ass broke my Ipod, so I'm moving up to an 8GB video nano, and, it's green.

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But I don't get it till X-mas morning. Fucking stupid.


I need dress clothes for this upcoming Sunday, for the classy rich party in Summit.
Joy.




Someone give me sleeping pills?

Going to Summit this weekend made me realize what I want in life. It also made me realize that what I am doing now, I can not do any longer. And it made me realize who I do not want to become, and who I want to be around forever.



I have to get off my ass, find a fucking job, get Chris in check, and have us both start saving money because the houses up there, are huge, and amazing looking, and I deffinately want one. Therefore I need a ton of money.

I also, do not want to turn into Elaine (Sam&Chris stepmom). She is INSANE... because she loves them way too much.


I felt for the first time in a while, that, my best friend, in the whole world, besides Shotzi, is Samantha Lee Wright. We're more then friends, we're sisters, and I intend to keep it that way for as long as possible.


So... I have alot on my plate and I want it to be all taken care of one day... so I need to deffinately hop-to-it.

I truly dislike people who have to be "trendy" and who have to say things like "I'm high class" or people that follow the crowd, because they think it's cool, and they think it'll make them fit in.

Why does it matter what crowd you're in? And why does it matter if you fit in? Seriously. I think the only thing you should worry about fitting in, is your clothes.

You're all people if I'm not mistaken, just like me? You all eat, sleep, breathe, and love? So why do you have to be so fake?

Fake people, make fake friends, and when you're in trouble, and need someone to go to, they won't be there. They'll be out, doing what the crowd says is cool.

Not belonging to a certain group of people, just friendly people, who are nice and caring, and who will always be there when you need, is probably the best thing in the world. They become family.

Not belonging to a certain group, and being a real individual, not what MTV says is an "individual" may be something rare today. I know I listen to what I want, excercise when I want, eat what and when I want, and I talk to whomever I want, because I don't care.

Judge me, go ahead. Atleast I don't have to lie about who I am to be accepted in today's society.

How about you?

I really pity anyone that has to put on a show everyday, to feel accepted.




I also love how people say one thing to your face, and say another thing behind your back.


I just fucking love it.



If I don't like you... completely... I will say so. If you are doing something that bothers me, I will tell you. Not because I feel high and mighty, but my vision on this... is why not alert someone to what they're doing, may be annoying.


Another pissed off pet peeve, is people who sugar coat their conversations, or people that try and talk down to you, or who just think they're better then you.

No... don't do that. Just get to the fucking point and remember we're both people.





Why can't more people be straightforward and honest? Would it kill you to try? I highly doubt it.

So... myspace... hates me. If I go to post a bulletin, or look up a band, it shuts down my whole computer. I asked them to fix it too, and they have yet to do so. It's kinda dumb. Okay, so it's really gay.



It's pretty obnoxious, cause I used myspace as an emailing system. I hate normal email. Ugh. GAYGAYGAY.



And it's freezing out. GAYY.



Kill me.

When I finally went to sleep last night, it was really, 4 in the morning. All to wake up at 7:30 not ready for work, and feeling like a had a hangover.


Mom told me to call out, and I swore they were going to fire me over the phone. They didn't. :'[



I wish I didn't have to work, and money grew on tree's, either that or it fell from the sky, or garden gnome's presented us with it in exchange for carrots and potatoes.


:/ That would be thoroughly amazing.

Corporate America as far as I'm concerned can eat my box. No job that pays me less then $9 an hour can go jack itself into the next century.



Let's all go look for new jobs, Stop and Shop sucks, and so did TJMaxx, and people get to concerned with stupid, meaningless, shitty paying jobs.


Look around, you're not a CEO, you're a cashier. Good job, good job indeed.

So, I've decided to rid myself of aggravation. It feels better.

I've also decided to start a diet, work out more, and just try and be healthy, plus study!

Oh my dear golly. Haha.


I lost someone, (Kristen), who was close to me, but not a good friend, and well, now I feel better. Alot better. I guess she needed me more then I needed her. Oh well.

That's how things go though. People grow close, and they grow apart, and the ones who can't handle it get all fucked up and what not.


Oh well. Here's to the nights? Seize the Day? All that wisdom in one bottle I suppose.


All I am sure about is I have to write lyrics this week for next week.
YAY! (not!)

So, I currently, have the largest problem in my life, to date. I have a fever, I'm uncomfortable, my hand's feel like they're on fire, from pepper seeds, I was cooking with, 12 hours ago, and I have a uninary track infection causing all of it, except the pepper thing.


I just wanna sleep, and stay home until I feel better. But my mom's like "NOOOOO!", and being a bitch.



Someone lock her in a closet for the next week, so I can go and sleep in the morning, and not attend school. See... I normally don't have a problem, but when I'm addicted to Motrin (which makes me sleep!), and I'm popping them for my head ache's and un-comfy-ness, and falling asleep in class, I may as well be home, sleeping, and not annoying the teachers, and taking away from the valuable class time of my fellow pupils. (I'm deff . telling mom that one soon.)



Yeah. Someone lock her in the closet with my dad for a week. Thanks.

Sam doesn't hate me! haha.


Although, I dislike one of her friends, not naming names.

You know, it's kinda obnoxious, when I barely ever see, or talk, to Sam, and this ugly ass fake latin bitch takes her from me.



You're ugly, fat, and you've got messed up eyes. No one likes you except your boyfriend, who I hear is fucking someone else anyway, so back the fuck up.


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So, I think Sam hates me.

:'[




That's really obnoxiously, upsetting.



Ugh.



I'm really stressed out lately.
It sucks.

That act ghetto... piss me off...



like josh.



hahahaha

Jane Goodall's special is on tv right now. By gosh how I respect that woman.



Sam moved down which is FUCKING AMAZINGGG! And we're going to be chilling alot in the next 2 weeks.



The band's playing in 2 weeks too.



I looked at Penn State today, online and such, and while doing it Gigantor bit me, so I'm not allowed to leave for college haha.



Oh well.



Senior year, here I fucking come.

I sware on my own fucking grave that I hate people.



Is it so hard to be yourself?

I need to buy birthday presents for Terry, My brother, Chris, Kristen, and possibly Rich.



Geesh.
Money.
Geesh.




Ugh. This is not my year.
This upcoming year will be.

So, I'm having a slight problem with Gigantor.(For those of you who do not know him, he is my Iguana, my baby, my life!)


He's way to small for a one year old Iguana. I have a theory on this however.


When I had taken him from my brother, he was tiny, and he had been living in a 10 gallon terrerium for 8 months, which is just not healthy. He was also being fed lettuce, which have no nutritional value for him. And to top it all off, he had his back broken by my brother's evil cat.



So, I think between all of this, he stunted his growth, and is only recovering from all of this mistreatment, now.



I would hope so.


I've decided to start him on reptile calcium A.S.A.P. and electrolyte spray, along with his vitamins now.


If he doesn't grow after this, I'm going to take him to a vet.



I'm really worried about my little guy. He's not supposed to be little at this point!



It's making me loose sleep. :'[
My poor baby.

At the current moment, I am obsessed with the soundtrack for Memoirs of a Geisha.

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It's helping me get through my family's grief over my aunt. At this point, I can not grieve anymore. She has passed on, and is no longer suffering. So why be sad? Because she is not here suffering more?



My mom told me today that I'm way wiser then she had ever thought, and way more responsible.


Oh well. I guess her eyes are finally opened.



Anyway... my aunt's funeral is Thursday. After that it will all be over for my family.

Okay, I've decided to update this, since, I'm going to be a senior.

Over the last few months, Kristen became one of my best friends, Terry is still the supreme bestie, Sam's moving down before school, I took my brother's Iguana, and renamed him Gigantor, cause it's much better then Killa, my aunt passed away just tonight, and overall I've changed for the better.


Yes, I still like starting shit, and being in fights, but after like, the first two days I get annoyed, and would rather have peace.


Since Sam's moving down, this will probably be the best year of my life.



Working at TJMaxx sucks, but it's money. Still babysitting, and saving that money.


I've decided to eat completely healthy too.


My stomach currently hurts, but oh well.

Exactly one year ago today, Chris and I were thrown together by the weirdest twist of fate yet.


One year ago we were set up, and over the year, we've realized we would have met anyway.


Chris's mom almost got with Brett Michaels of Posion, my aunt almost had Bon Jovi. We would have met on tour somewhere. HAHA.


If I would have moved into the house we were to originally buy, when we moved to TR, I would have met Chris, cause he would have lived around the corner.

In 7th grade I probably would have met him through Laura.


In 8th I would have met his sister and I would have beeen like wow, he's beautiful.

In 9th, Amber tried hooking me up with him at the end of the year, so I would have met him.

and then I met him last year.



=]



So we were meant to be. Plus he loves hockey, I love hockey. He loves metal and industrial and hardcore and punk and rock, so do I! We have the same favorite colors too, and foods.


So we're meant to be.

So, once more, I'm subject to sitting in the media center, and it's quite homosexual. I'm being forced to do some gay ass Holocaust project that makes no direct sense, at all.


Mike found a cookie cup. I want one.



Damn project is done! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!



Someone get me a drummer.