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Wednesday, June 26, 2002
Wednesdays are great. I get up about 8, have to drive up to Springfield for a delivery, but then I have until around one to just hang out there. Today I went to BN and browsed for a while, then stopped in the mall, where I bought some cards that I want to frame for my walls. It was a good day.

I must confess that I am starting to become a bit nervous about my search for a new journal. I have been searcing for ages, and while I haven’t found “The One”, I have found that I’ve developed a set of specifications. For one, size does matter. I want one small enough to fit in my purse, but not so small that I go through twenty pages at once. It must also have plenty of pages, as I have no desire to go through this search again anytime soon. I prefer unlined to lined, but if I could find one that has both, I’d be pleased. I’ve found that I don’t particularly like spiral bound. Cover art should either be the sort that inspires me to write, or non-existant. I adore the handmade paper ones I’ve seen so many of, but I would feel obligated to only write “worthy” things on their soft pages.

When it comes right down to it, I really just want one that I enjoy writing in. Its really too bad you cant test them ahead of time, isn’t it. I think I may have found one today- Its about 4x6 and two inches thick, leather bound and unlined. It has a little gold ribbon in it to mark your place. It just feels right, and I am tempted to rush over to the ATM so I can buy it now. Why doesn’t BN have an ATM? Any place with a Starbucks should be required to have an ATM.

Oh, yes, getting back to the point, Im not allowing myself to buy a new journal until I finish my old one. Not much longer! If only I’d been writing there instead of scribbling these notes in my day planner, I’d be a lot closer. I need a book I can trust, because its going to hear a LOT.

Yesterday I found myself looking at hair dye colors, and I was hit with the sudden realization of freedom: I don’t work at Dixie any more- My hair can be any color I want. I no longer have to ask anyone before I dye it or cut it. I have a feeling that this realization is going to lead to a period of hair rebellion in which I have red hair with blonde highlights one day, and black with blue chunks the next. I’m sure, however, that this phase will end pretty quickly, as the newness wears of… or when my hair all falls out. But then, Oh! The wig possibilities!

Pet Peeve- When mini golf courses and similar places put blue food coloring in the water in their waterfalls and such and make it look really fake.

I think to be perfectly honest, what I miss the most about Simucon is having the constant group of 5-30 friends around. That surprises me, because I usually don’t like being around that many people for too long, but I found that as long as I can still sneak away for a few minutes now and then, I’m good. Anyway, I’m just realizing how solitary I am at home. I’m alone all the time when I’m working and most of the time at home and I guess I’m just getting lonely. I would love to have that small group of friends like on Sex & The City or Friends, but I don’t. My best friends live halfway across the country, and my local friends just aren’t the same. I could easily fall back into the crowd I grew up with but I really don’t want to. They’re good for dinner and a movie, or the occasional weekend, but they aren’t the “Girl’s night out, tell-all, no-secrets, trust you with anything” people to me. I guess essentially, they aren’t Kelly. I need to find people around here who are more like me. Or, maybe its time to move.


Netflix has really got me now. I am in love with that service. It makes me so happy to get DVD’s in the mail, and not having any late fees saves me a fortune. The other day I made the mistake of clicking on the “Have more DVDs at home” link, and now I have upgraded to where I pay $5 a month more for one more dvd out at a time, bringing me up to 4 at once. It goes up to having like 8 out at once, but by that time you’re paying a ton, and really, who can watch THAT many dvd’s a month? I can see how that would be very good if you were, say, stuck at home with a broken leg. But to make that practical, you really have to be watching like 50 movies a month. And why am I still talking about this?

Its funny, because I've always hated driving, but now I'm actually starting to enjoy it. Its so peaceful- it gets me out of my house, and its alone time, which I adore. I get to listen to my favorite music, daydream, and just think about things. My left arm is getting realy tan.

Wow. I was just flipping through channels, and I came across a movie showing three people in a room, and I immediately knew it was a version of The Great Gatsby, even though I’ve never seen this version. Mmm, Sabrina yesterday and Gatsby today! Life’s good.

Top 5 Reasons I want to get rid of my truck
1-Sucky Gas Mileage
2-It has no soul. It still hasn’t told me its name
3- It does not fit the bad girl persona that I like to think I secretly have
4-It is not a road trip sort of car.
5-It cant do 80 up a hill. ‘Nuff said

I’m watching this new American Idol show, and man, the judges are MEAN! I could never stand up there like these people do and hear “I think that was a bad song choice.” “I’ve seen you better, that wasn’t very good.” “You shouted that song, instead of singing it.” If people said that to me, I’d cry! And they just nod and thank them for their time! I’m impressed with that. I guess now that I’m thinking about it though, I take tons and tons of criticism when I’m in a riding lesson. It’s a constant “You know how to ride better than that! Do this! Do that! No, not like that! No, your OTHER left!” I guess after a while you learn not to personalize it, and even under all that, I know I’m good, getting better. And these kids are damn good, or else they wouldn’t be on this show. I still want to give them a cookie, though.

The only thing that’s starting to scare me about reality tv (only?) Is that they seem to have everything on now! Follow these kids as they try to put together a band! Watch these sorority sisters go through their freshman year! I’m afraid that soon we will be divided between the people who live their lives, and the people who sit back and watch others live.

We just had a RenFaire on Modus, which you should be playing if you aren’t, by the way. The high point of the Faire for me was definitely the costume contest, which Kelly and I decided to enter about five minutes before it started. Our act was horribly embarrassing, but a lot of fun. We ended up winning, which cracked us up beyond belief. For some reason, everything she and I get together on comes out well. Go us.

Cassie’s thought process is evolving. When I first got her and she wanted to be picked up, she would run up to my leg, get a running start, jump on it and try to climb up. Then I got her trained to just sit by my foot and look at me with her cute look. Now, however, she has things figured out. She sits on the toilet seat, so that I have to pick her up before I can sit. Smart, smart cat. This morning I woke up when she climbed on my butt. Cute.

I took about 30 pictures of the girls yesterday, and I am showing much restraint in not posting them all, but you know I have to show a couple. At least I posted them over here and not right on the blog.
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posted by Crystal 2:02 PM

Monday, June 24, 2002

I forgot how much I liked this poem until I came across it in a bookstore today.

Warning

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children

But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

Jenny Joseph

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posted by Crystal 10:09 PM

Man, I had the best dream last night, the kind that leaves you in a daze for the next ten hours after you wake up. All I’m saying is that it involved Josh Jackson. Whew.

I finally caught the first episode of the new season of Road Rules today. I couldn’t believe how young everyone seemed, and then I saw that the oldest one is only 22. Man, back when RW/RR came out, everyone seemed so much older than me. And, well, given that I was probably 12 at the time, I guess they were. But really, weren’t they more in the 23-26ish age group then? Now most of them are younger than me, and its kinda freaking me out. Probably because it means that soon I will be too old to be on it, and I don’t want to not have the option.

I couldn’t help it, I had to play.

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I’m getting more excited, and more than a little nervous about the blogathon! Its just over a month away, and I know its going to be a blast, but I really want better entries than I had last year. So many of the posts last year were your basic “I’m still awake!”, and I want to actually write more this time. So, any suggestions? Oh, and I have to do it without soda this year. Basically, that means Starbucks is a girl’s best friend.

I checked out the other sites on the ring today, and sponsored a couple of other bloggers. Have you sponsored someone yet? Come on! Go do it! Be a good person!

I am finally starting to feel like its summer. Shorts and flip flops, ponytails and air conditioning. It’s a good feeling, and I think I really need to go out and soak up the sun, because I haven’t quite taken advantage of it. Perhaps on Tueday I will lay outside with tanning oil and sunglasses, reading a book while the sun turns me a darker shade of pale.

Tomorrow will be a busy day. Tickets in the morning, which takes about three hours, but is all kinds of fun, Bank and Kryger in the afternoon. Cheap daytime TV in between. I’m looking forward to it, really. I need cash, bigtime. I just found out that my mom hasn’t been sending in my horse board payments, and so I am three months behind. Three Months. I’m lucky Brian hasn’t sold Emmett or something. I feel awful. I plan to pay him first, and then try to pay my truck payment before I acquire a late fee, then go for insurance and cell phone. I do not like the power money has over my life, at all. I’m sick of being so deep in debt that I cant even see the light of day. Here I am getting closer to getting my own house, and I wont even have the cash to fill it with things that will make me happy. Weeks like this when I have a full schedule of work are great, and they make a huge difference in the bill paying, but it sucks that I never know when I’m going to have a busy week and when I’ll have one where I don’t make a dime. I really, really need a winning lottery ticket about now.

And so ends my whining.

Impressive or really sad? I got 80% on the Full House Quiz at tvguide.com

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posted by Crystal 12:42 AM

Sunday, June 23, 2002

I am slowly, slowly inching my way towards moving out. I now have a dvd player, my own tv, and guard kittens, which are really the only essentials besides a microwave that one needs to live. My original plan was to find an apartment somewhere, but then I started thinking. It would be pretty damn hard to find an apartment where the kittens would have room to be outside. And I really don’t like living that close to people. So, my new theory is to try to find a really, really, really cheap house. Or, I may buy a trailer. I know, you know your life is really pathetic when you’re living in a double-wide in the Ozarks, but when you look at it, its not that bad of an option. Rather than paying monthly rent on the apartment, I could be making payments on the trailer, and when I’m ready to move elsewhere, I could sell it for about seven dollars. I’d be much happier if I could just find a crappy little house somewhere, but I’m not too picky at this point. I’d love to find something with two bedrooms so that I can make my friends stay with me all the time, and when they aren’t there, I can use the second one as an office.

On the good side, my mom is very ready to help out financially, because she is so excited about the idea of getting rid of me. She says she just wants me to not have to live at home anymore, but I know she is secretly just waiting until she can use my bedroom for storage space. On the bad side, it seems that one needs a LOT of stuff for their own house. I own two desks, a bookshelf, and a bed. Four wine glasses and an assortment of Disney resort mugs. Two beach towels. Anyone else thinking this may be a problem?
I could probably get by without a phone except that I need internet access.

Right now I’m starting off by going through all my junk and trying to get rid of a lot of it. The problem with my bedroom is that I have enough junk for an entire house crammed into these tiny walls. I need room to stretch out.

Oh, another reason I want to buy something cheap vs. renting is that I want to have the ability to paint the walls purple today, and lime green tomorrow if I want. I don’t want to have to worry what my landlord allows me to do. I want to be able to build shelves to hold my fish.

And speaking of building things, today my dad and I (Yes, we are speaking again) built a pen for the kittens outside. Its about 5x5 ft, and 3 feet high. It took Cassie an entire hour before she got out. It looks like we’re going to have to get a cover out of it, since its general purpose is to contain the kittens, and its not doing that so well. Silly kittens. I must admit, as much fun as it is for them to tell me how cool I am every time I set foot in my bathroom, it will be nice to have my bathroom back for myself. Espeicially since they discovered jumping in and out of the tub today, and you know that’s just leading towards disaster.

I need some advice here. I got this absolutely beautiful sarong type thing (Is it called a sari?) from India while I was at Simucon. Its about 12 feet long, and I really want to hang it on my wall, since I obviously wont be wearing it that often, but I’m not sure how to do so without hurting the fabric. Any suggestions?

I’m at that stage where I am completely disgusted with my bedroom, and I essentially want to throw everything out in the hallway, and put things back one at a time so that I am forced to go through them. However, every time I do this, I tend to lose steam/interest about halfway through, and am left with a huge pile of junk in the hallway. That’s not currently acceptable. So, my new game plan is to go rent a few movies and attempt to work on it while I watch them. There is a problem with this though. I don’t have my vcr hooked up in my room, and really don’t want to bother with it. However, dvd’s are $3 a DAY at the closest video place. Therefore, I can either hook up the VCR and get some cheap videos, or drive about 10 minutes to the $1.99 dvd place, or just suck it up and clean with no movies. I don’t really think the latter is an option, because this is some really heavy duty cleaning. It involves things coming out of my closet that have probably been in there longer than…well, a long time.

Oh, the other problem is that I have absolutely no idea where I put my money. I think its on my desk somewhere, but you never know. I have to admit, I’m currently VERY tempted to go rent Harry Potter. Its sounding very good right now, but really, $3 for something netflix will send me next week anyway? I’m having trouble deciding. If only we still had good tv.

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posted by Crystal 2:11 AM

Wednesday, June 19, 2002

Have you ever spent money for a reason you knew was really, truly, deeply stupid, but just couldn’t resist? This has happened to me. I saw an ad for this nifty magazine called Ready Made. They send you a free trial copy, and they said that if it didn’t amuse you, to just write “This does not amuse me” on the invoice and send it back. Cute. Well, yesterday I got the invoice, and was all ready to write “This does not amuse me”, because although it was a pretty nifty magazine, I really cant afford to spend money on another magazine subscription. (big emphasis on another, there) Well, I grinned when I read the top where it said “Stop this invoice madness! Send us money now!” but then I got to the bottom, where it was talking about canceling- “Just write SCOUNDRELS! In big letters across this invoice. Just know that we’ll probably take it personally.” That did it. I was amused enough by their invoice alone that I decided to go ahead and subscribe. I have been taken in.

Today I stopped by BN with the intentions of reading a chapter from Joe Kita’s “Another Shot” and then being on my way. However, I soon found myself holding not only that, but “The Bad Girl’s Guide to the Open Road” and the Idiot’s guide to journaling (keep your comments to yourself!) Next thing I knew, I had read the Bad Girl’s Guide in its entirety (and now really want to take a road trip!), browsed the Idiots guide, and decided I better put Joe off for another day.

I must admit that when I pulled into the parking lot, I saw a lady coming out of the store, and I coveted her plastic bag full of books. I wanted to walk out with my own bag, crammed full of glorious books. I knew then that I wasn’t going to make it out of there without buying something, so I set a mental $5 limit and figured I’d get a magazine or if I was lucky, find something interesting in the sale rack. On my way out, I finally decided I’d go ahead and buy another copy of the Wish List, because mine is MIA, I really want to work on my Escapades/Quests list, and hey, it was only $7. If I find my other copy, I can send it to Kelly. Right now, I cant wait to attack this one with a hilighter. The book is essentially someone’s list of things they want to do in a lifetime. The best part is that while I do steal some, it really just gives me inspiration to come up with my own. Something listed will remind me of something else, and it just snowballs from there. It also has some listed that I would have never, ever thought of, but that I really like the sound of. So, yay.

Extreme Ironic Sadness: Having your favorite sunglasses fall into the toilet at a gas station bathroom while you’re trying to put one of those little paper seat protectors on.

I was listening to Dr. Laura yesterday (one of those people I love to hate. More on that later) while I was driving, and this lady called in and said that her daughter was in this college prep school. My mind automatically pictures a girl of high-school age, doesn’t yours? Well, then the lady says that she pays $10,000 a year for her to go there! Now I’m not very wise in the ways of private schools, but 10k a year! She could just buy the girl a new car every year instead! And THEN comes the part that almost made me drive off the road. The girl just graduated… kindergarten. Now tell me, what damn kindergarten is so good that it is worth 10 THOUSAND DOLLARS A YEAR? Do they have gourmet paste? Finger Painting with Picasso? WTF? Can someone explain this to me?

On my drives, I pass a church that always has amusing quotes on its board. Yesterdays- “Wal-Mart isn’t the only place that saves”

Pure Evil: Guy who sits behind you at Barnes & Noble when you’re trying to read and keeps making business calls on his cell phone. Evil.

Question that popped into my head while pumping gas: Why on earth does the little thing on the gas pump that tells you how much your gas costs go up to the $1000’s? In what scenario would anyone really be buying more than $999? I really think they could have stopped it in second digits, to be honest.

Pet Peeve: When people say “Walla!” or something similar when they mean “Voila”

The kittens have taken over my life. They are still living in my bathroom for the most part, as I just cant bear to leave them outside alone yet, and we haven’t gotten over to Lowes to buy some sort of device to fence them in. I love having them in there, but every time I go in the bathroom for any reason, I am stuck in there for at least a half hour playing with them. They are needy like that! I picked them up some actual cat toys at PetSmart yesterday, and photos of that are to follow once I get some batteries for my digital camera. Evil non-working battery charger…

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posted by Crystal 3:14 PM

Sunday, June 16, 2002

I am still suffering from post-simucon depression. I cant believe I have already been home for a week- I don’t remember a single thing that happened this week, other than getting the kittens (Who, by the way, I just figured out I should have named Allison and Tabitha so I could call them Alli-cat and Tabby-cat! Oh well.) Now, I admit that post-simucon depression is nowhere near as bad as Post Disney Depression, but its up there on the list. I miss everyone like crazy, and I miss the atmosphere in general.

I was supposed to go riding today, but I skipped out, and my plan is to have an extremely lazy day- the kind where I shall lay in bed all day and finish Harry Potter, perhaps go rent a dvd or two, play the sims, and eat. I have been needing one of these days, and I think today shall be it. Of course, this means that my phone will probably ring in 2 minutes saying that I have to work. Well, actually, I’d be thrilled if I got a call sometime after 8 tonight- I get paid extra for it being after 8, and extra for it being Sunday. A midnight hospital run while I’m wide awake from playing the Sims would be perfect- a whole day’s worth of $ in less than two hours. Everyone cross your fingers for that, ok?

You may have noticed that I now have the blogathon webring graphic and the sponsor button on my sidebar now. Yes, you figured it out- I’m doing it again! If you weren’t here last year (Man, where WERE you?) the blogathon is a great event where a few hundred half-crazed bloggers (that would be me) stay awake for 24 hours, posting at least once every half hour. Now, as if that weren’t good enough for us, we throw in the charity part, which means that very nice readers (that being you) sponsor the hard-working bloggers (me again) at either a flat rate or so much per hour. All of this money goes to the charity of the blogger’s choice, mine being the Mary Kay Ash Charitable fund this year, which sponsors cancer research, and works against domestic violence.

I beg everyone to take part in this one way or another. Blog if you can, and if you cant, sponsor someone, even if it isn’t me. And please, be prepared to IM, Email, and comment to keep me awake all that time, ok? July 27- be there.

And now a quick side note—I was going to post the simucon post with a bunch of pictures, but we are all still deciding where they are going to be hosted and getting approval from everyone to post them, so no pictures yet. I will let you know when they are up though?

As promised, the Simucon Post, also known as…

Simucon Kicked My Ass

This is a tough post to write for several reasons. For one, I hardly know where to start. Next, it was one of those vacations when all of the events kind of run together in your memory in a blur. And of course, writing about it means that its over, which is always very sad.

Kelly got to my house on Monday night, and we were very excited to see each other. Something in our brains thought it would be fun to stay up until 4am as “training” for the con. We talked constantly, and had a good time catching up. The next morning we had to get up at 9 the next morning so we could run some errands. We went to Best Buy to get batteries for Kelly, and a memory card for my computer. I had planned on getting a 64mb one for $40, but ended up getting a 128mb one for $60.

We went riding at about 3, and had a really good short trail ride. We got to play in the creek and all sorts of fun stuff. Then we ran back to Monica’s, changed clothes, and despite trying desperately to make it to Dixie on time, missed about 15 minutes of the show. We stayed at Monica’s that night, and ended up staying awake until around 12 playing cards. Wednesday morning we had to do some last minute details, and then we were off! We had to stop off in Springfield so I could make a delivery, but we were actually on our way by about 11! (I tried to sum up all the pre-simucon events as quickly as I could, because I tend to go on and on about minor details.)

St. Louis is about four hours from where I live- the perfect roadtrip duration for two people who are really excited to get somewhere, but are also excited to have a roadtrip together. Kel made 2 roadtrip cd’s, so we were all set! About an hour from home, we discovered that we forgot to bring Party Buddha, which was quite sad, so I drew a picture of him and stuck it on the dash board. At one point we got stuck in traffic for several minutes. We called Shaun, who made fun of us being stuck, so we wished traffic upon him. Ten or twenty minutes later, he called us to say he too was stuck in traffic. We found this very, very amusing. Believe it or not, we made it to St. Louis without getting lost. I attribute this to my excellent map-reading. “Kelly, we are only two inches from St. Louis now!”

When we got to the hotel, Shaun immediately found Kel, and Remi & Jennifer found me, and everything is kind of a blur after that. I’m pretty sure that we hung out in the bar for the rest of the night until it closed. The hotel had just remodled an entire wing, and the fire marshal had deemed it not up to code, and so they had to move a LOT of our people to a nearby best western for the first night. Then, upstairs, the hotel was stupid enough to put some flight attendants who had to work the next morning right across the hall from Quavvy’s bar. Therefore, Quavvy’s got shut down that night, and half of our people had to go back to their own hotel early, so the party ended early that night.

I think I need to give up trying to tell this chronologically right here, because that just isn’t going to work.

Thursday night, we all gathered to play games. Sever people, including Kelly and I ended up playing a game called Cranium. At first, we weren’t too excited, because it included things and other general public embarrassment. However, then we got motivation (and vodka!) There was an inflatable monkey on the table that we started playing with. We decided we had to have the monkey, so we asked Todd about it, and he decided that if we won, we could keep the monkey as a prize. Now it was war. The most memorable part of the game was when an actor from each team had to act out the word “Missionary.” All I’m saying is that the monkey was involved, and that Idont think he was ever the same afterwards.

Well, as you can guess, we drew, acted, and worked our way to winning that monkey! There was much rejoicing.

Friday evening was the costume judging, which meant I had to dye Remi’s hair platinum blonde. It actually turned out well, seeing I’ve never dyed anyone’s hair except my own. I missed one spot about the size of a quarter on the side of her head, but some creative hairstyling covered it well. Oh, yeah, it was permanent dye. We walk on the wild side ;)

Friday night, we had a live band and ended up dancing from around 11pm until 6am. What else can I really say about that? Other than that we did it again the next night, only until about 7 this time.

We did of course make our ritual journey to Schuncks, where I don’t think any of the employees could figure out why we were so damn excited to be there. As if just going to Schnucks wasn’t good enough, Elena, Gabby and I all bought airheads, and there were snazzy blue glasses inside!

I think at this point all I can do is post a few pictures, because there is too much story to tell, and just not enough words to tell it. So, wait patiently for the pictures.

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posted by Crystal 1:23 PM

Friday, June 14, 2002

This is your basic post to tell you that I haven’t had time to post lately. That, and to show you my two very cute new kittens, Cassie and Talulah/Lulu. I went by my sister’s today to pick up the kitten I had picked out (cassie), who was supposed to be male (obviously not) I saw Lulu too (Who I really wanted to name Tolouse, but obviously again, not male) and I just had to have her too. So, I came home with two kittens in a box, convinced my parents were going to kill me (Mom knew about 1, dad had no idea we were getting any new pets.) Dad took it surprisingly well, which was my biggest concern.

Anyway, the girls are currently inhabiting my bathroom, because its stormy out, and also because I am scared to death that bad things will happen if I let them outside. I will have to deal with these issues tomorrow. Cassie is the lovey snuggly one, and Lulu, last I saw, was trying to kill my plunger.

(Note- the following was written last night(Weds.))
Betsey Johnson is trying to kill me. That is the only explanation I have, really. Why does she continue to design such cute clothes, and then put them up on her website as if to say “Look at these cute clothes you cant afford! Ha ha ha!” And then I wonder how long it would take me to be able to afford that $120 camisole. When will I wake up one morning and find myself living the life where I can buy a $120 shirt without blinking?
$120 shirt



And then, after literally salivating over these cute clothes Betsey is taunting me with, and cringing over the prices next to them, I commit the ultimate sin: I look up Betsey Johnson on Ebay. The really difficult part of this is that Betsey’s old stuff (circa 80’s in particular) is, to put it nicely.. awful. So, yes, while I could buy a Betsey dress for $9.99 on Ebay, sadly the one I want is still $285.
The $285 Dress I must own

Dress now on sale for $90 that I am seriously considering getting



If you haven’t noticed, I am in fact home from Simucon. I plan to write up a quick report tonight, and try to post it with a few pictures either late tonight or tomorrow. I can really sum it up in two sentences though: It was way too much fun. (and) Simucon kicked my ass. Stay tuned for more details!

I seem to have developed this horrible, potentially really big problem of a new habit. I am now addicted to buying technological gadget in the three-digit price range. Two weeks ago: $150 dvd player. Week ago: $350 digital camera. Today: $200 tv. You see, the problem was that my old tv was basically older than I, and so it had no idea what this silly DVD machine was trying to do to it. I decided that I needed to expand my horizons (and my screen size!) So I traded in my less-than-10 inch screen for a snazzy new 23”. The problem was that I still couldn’t get my dvd player to work with it. I called customer support, and the lady couldn’t get me in touch with one of their people, so she was going to arrange for a repair person to come to my house. I told her I was sure that wasn’t necessary, that it HAD to be something insanely basic, and so she tried again, and I got to speak to TJ the Repair Guy. Turns out, I had to push the “Game” button on my remote. They really could include that little detail in the manual, couldn’t they?

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posted by Crystal 12:29 AM

Monday, June 03, 2002

I am writing half because I’m actually inspired to, and half because Kelly is only a few hours away, and if I don’t do something to get my mind off that, I am going to go crazy.

The other day as I was taking a shower, I found myself wondering about how the culture we are raised in affects who we become, and what I would be like if I had been raised in a different culture. At the time, I was thinking about being raised in a European country, where they are a bit more open about drinking, sex, etc. Ireland where you can drink if you’re old enough to see over the bar, or France where topless beaches are the norm. Well, tonight at my Mary Kay meeting, Pat, my National Sales Director was telling us about the trip she had just taken to Morocco, and it made me consider what life would be like if I had been raised in that culture- the other end of the spectrum in terms of openness.

Pat stayed with the families of some people who had been to America a few years back on an exchange program, and they discussed the cultural differences. Women in Morocco can not believe the rights we have here. The upper class has satellite, and gets some of our TV programs, but they do not believe that the freedom we take for granted is a reality. Pat told us about how the women would ask her wide-eyed in breathless voices if she REALLY owned a car and REALLY got to drive it. Women are not allowed to drive there- they must be driven. They are not allowed to be seen eating in public. They must live at home with their parents until they are married. Once they are married, they are only allowed to work if it is put into the contract drawn up at marriage, and in order to have that included, the woman must be able to read and write, which most can not. Any woman who is not married and has a child is thrown into jail as a prostitue.. for life. Any woman who is on the street after 11pm without being accompanied by either her husband, father, or brother is thrown in jail as a prostitute. I can not imagine what it would be like to be living that life, and see the life of an American woman on tv.

Wow.

On a much lighter note, I had a moment of absolute stupidity. Now keep in mind that I was on my way to my MK meeting, and so I was in that state of mind. At the stop light, I saw what looked like a pink Cadillac in front of me, so naturally I was squinting and trying to see who was driving it, as it had to be someone I knew. Well, upon closer inspection, I saw that it was a Lincoln! Who would drive a pink Lincoln? I took off my sunglasses to get a better look, and that’s when it hit me. My sunglasses have a pinkish-brown tint to them, and the car was in fact, white. Talk about looking at the world through rose-colored glasses!!

KELLY IS ALMOST HERE!!! Have I mentioned that? I thought I should! She is somewhere in Arkansas right now, and I am just hoping she can make it here before midnight. Tomorrow we are going to go buy memory cards for our snazzy new digital cameras (both Nikons!) and go horseback riding, and then go see the show at Dixie! What fun! I am trying to figure out what else we could do, but when I lay it all out like that, it doesn’t seem like we have all that much free time!

My neighbors are away, so we are feeding their cats and parakeets and chickens. How funny is that, to get to say “BRB, I have to go feed the chickens!” Their parakeets are absolutely adorable, and I really want to steal them. There is a turquoise one that is very outgoing and crazy, and a more royal blue one that is quiet. They remind me of Mo’s parakeets in that way. I sang them a song today, and they seemed to like it.



I was looking in the chicken pen at all the baby chickens and the one baby duck, and couldn’t help but breaking out into “Chicks and ducks and geese better scurry, when you take me out in the surry…” but the parakeets enjoyed it more than the chicks and ducks I was singing about. Those poor baby chicks just all seem like their goal in life is to be a McNugget. One of them got stuck behind the pen somehow and died, and today one almost drowned in its watter bowl. WHY the chicken was in the water bowl I will never know- most likely because it couldn’t cross the street, but my mom saved it.





My neighbors also have the Friendliest Cat In The World. The second I approach the house the thing runs up to me and starts rubbing on my legs, doing anything for attention. It totally cracks me up. I want to steal it too! Hee hee! But I am getting my own kitten soon. I hope it turns out like that. All of my pets really should have personality disorders, it makes them more loveable.





I think I’m going to make a feeble attempt to start packing and do some last minute cleaning now, because I still have at least 2 hours till Kel gets here, and if I don’t do something I am going to go crazy!

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posted by Crystal 9:21 PM

Sunday, June 02, 2002

Sorry, I kind of got on a roll there. I want more!
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posted by Crystal 10:37 PM


What Video Game Character Are You? I am Mario.I am Mario.


I like to jump around, and would lead a fairly serene and aimless existence if it weren't for my friends always getting into trouble. I love to help out, even when it puts me at risk. I seem to make friends with people who just can't stay out of trouble. What Video Game Character Are You?











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posted by Crystal 10:35 PM



I am Charlie Brown

Which Peanuts Character Are You Quiz


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What Flavour Are You? I taste like Peanut Butter.I taste like Peanut Butter.


I am one of the most blendable flavours; I go with sweet, I go with sour, I go with bland, I go with anything. I am practical and good company, but have something of a tendency to hang around when I'm not wanted, unaware that my presence is not welcome. What Flavour Are You?


And I also got...


What Flavour Are You? I tashte like Alcohol.I tashte like Alcohol.


Heh. Heh. I taste like beer. I like beer. Buy me a beer. I'm not drunk, I can drink plenty without... What was I saying? Beer. What Flavour Are You?




What Jelly Belly flavor are you? I'm -








Find your flavor here!


And since that flavor is really icky, here is my 2nd match



What Jelly Belly flavor are you? I'm -








Find your flavor here!





Which movie heroine are you?


(Does this surprise anyone?)_


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What Type of Villain are You?

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posted by Crystal 9:57 PM

Saturday, June 01, 2002

Ah, sitting is wonderful. I worked way too hard delivering the mail for Monica this morning, absolutely frying in the 85 degree weather, which was at least 95 inside the un-air conditioned, not even a fan jeep.

Yesterday was a day of Fun Technology Stuff. I had to go up to Springfield to do a delivery, so I decided to stop by Cingular and check out their cell phone plans. It turned out they were totally reasonable, and so I signed up for the $49.99/mo plan which has 500 peak and 3500 off-peak minutes with no roaming charges, no extra for long distance, free voicemail, text messaging, wireless internet, and a bunch of stuff that I don’t even know yet. My phone was free with a $20 donation to the special Olympics, so that was great. It has video poker, and voice-dialing, so I think our relationship will be a good one.

Shortly after I got home, my camera arrived! Woohoo! I played around with it a little bit, but haven’t experimented all that much yet. I do need to install the software so Kelly and I can upload our Monday/Tuesday pictures before leaving Wednesday and have a nice empty memory card! Woohoo!

You really should go read Mo’s review of Star Wars Episode 2. Its brilliant. I’ve avoided talking about it much here as to not give any spoilers, but I have to say this: Count Dukoo? Who the hell came up with that name? It keeps reminding me of the part of the Moulin Rouge bonus disk where Baz says that the Duke’s original name was Count Von Groovy. I really think these two should get together. Count Dukoo and Count Von Groovy. What a pair!

I got the Episode 1 DVD and Bonus disk in the mail today from netflix and have watched parts of the bonus disk. One of my favorite parts was when they showed Jake Loyd signing his contract, they asked him how much he thought this movie was going to cost to make, and he said “Well.. I think it will probably cost more than fifty thousand dollars”. Hee hee hee. The crew around him kind of giggled, and one of them said “You know Jake, I think you’re right!” I wonder if they ever told him how much it actually cost.


I finally went to the beauty supply store, and no sooner had I walked in when something pink and sparkly caught my eye. Shimmery pink powder eyeshadow. I decided I had to have it. Then I found the stuff that un-yellows your nails, which I really needed because this polish I used turned my nails yellow, so I grabbed that. Then the brush I wanted turned out to be $8, but I needed it, so I got that too. However, when I checked out, my total for all 3 things was $8.12. It should have been about $15. Did I say anything? Hah! ;) I totally need that extra few dollars!

My to-do list is still pretty long, and a lot of it cant be done until the last minute, which drives me crazy. That which can be worked on now (ie cleaning my bathroom) just isn’t too appealing. I think I’ll clean all my fish tanks tonight so that the little guys will be happy while I’m gone, even if mom over-feeds them and makes their water icky.

As you darn well better know by now, unless you’ve been under a rock, Kelly will be here on Monday, we will have all sorts of fun on Tuesday, and then Wednesday morning we leave for Simucon in St. Louis, where we will be until Sunday. We will have Kel’s laptop, as well as the computer lab there, but if I were you, I really wouldn’t expect either of us to update until we get back. Plus, I have promised I wont spend time in the computer lab this year, so if I do post, it will be a darn quick one. If you want to send me text messages on my snazzy new cell phone while I’m gone, email me and I will tell you how!

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