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State: California
Birthday: 8/10/1982
Gender: Female
Interests: filming, photography, bands, music in general, networking, youth ministry, the color green, the 'BIZNIZ,' the Emerald Isle, tickling the ivories, sipping tea, random doodling, crowned purple octopi-swaying, taking the mickey outta my mates ;), rediscovering my creativity, and figuring out something better to put in this "interest" box.
Expertise: visual arts, music biz, & professional dork!!
Industry: Entertainment
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Member Since:
8/27/2004
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| There's something deeply comforting about being in the company of friends who knew you when you were young and naive, still know you now, know how much you've changed, and yet still love you the same as they did when you were all 12. Best friends in junior high, separated in high school, completely different people in college... how is it that God still allowed us to stay connected through it all? Whether we don't talk for months, or see one another for a year (sometimes two), with every chance we DO it's like NO time as passed. We take over from where we last left off. And everything is right with the world. But there's always something new. Like a boyfriend to be introduced to who's filled up the whole year since our last meeting, then overloading said boyfriend with information on everything we knew about his girlfriend that he doesn't. Really funny, actually!
I love them. I feel I should be smacked upside the head sometimes when I find myself lamenting over other friendships that have dissolved since high school. I have amazing friends NOW that I didn't have back then. I have friends even more amazing who have stuck with me through everything and are still there for me today.
And I still have my girls who this blog is dedicated to, who have proven to me that time has nothing on the bond that holds us together. We didn't grow apart. We grew UP apart. And it was good for us.
That last paragraph has to be one of the corniest sounding statements I think I have ever written... but there's a lot of love in it, dammit. So I'l restrain myself from changing it.
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| I was asked today by I guy I had only known for a few hours to do nudes of him. Photos. Not tacky. Tasteful. To hang in his house.
I laughed and said I don't do nudes. We then went into discussion about other photographers he had asked that gave him the same answer.
Then I said I'd think about it.
Call me crazy...
... but I might take it up. | | |
| ~ Beach Day w/ the Youth Ministry was fun. Got some fab pictures I'm v. proud of. SGYM rocked the music for mass. Our vollyball teams (V-Ballers and Killer Puppies!!!) kicked booty in the tournament. Taking pictures in the sand for 6 hours is a bitch when you’re constantly walking back and forth through it to catch up w/ scattered groups. I got to see Fr. Mike again (!!!) and gave him a big hug and was happy that he was really happy to see me again, and that remembered me, and he hasn't changed one bit, and even after 7 years he STILL asked me about my dad (and asked if he was still president of the PTO even though my brother, the youngest of we 3 siblings, is going to be a HS senior in the fall) and then asked for my business card, lol.
~ Woke up so absofuckinglutely sore this morning that I could not even fathom the thought of school, so I stayed in. Thankfully, I went in today for a regular session of physical therapy that my attorney arranged as a result of being rear ended by that bus the other month. Helped the soreness. A LOT.
~ The opera was WONDERFUL. I cannot imagine not appreciating serious music. I am now addicted to the Hollywood Bowl.
~ Yes, I am still gutted that Kevin left the Backstreet Boys.
~ Forgot to mention the photoshoot w/ Karina and Tova last weekend. It went better than I expected. The pix are HOT. Quite proud of myself, I am. Must buy a wider backdrop for maximum effect. And schedule longer hours for exact same reason. And figure out wtf was tripping w/ my flashes.
~ I have been awakened to the knowledge of events I have previously cast blind eyes upon. I feel my place is needed at one more table, and I pray I won’t be turned away. At times like these I’m thankful for my parents and my amazing friends whom I can all rely on to remind me of what it takes to be someone that doesn’t just have good intentions, but someone that acts upon them, listens to what needs to be done, and doesn’t turn away when someone else needs another friend on their side.
~ ITALY!!!!!! I think this picture is just great...
~ And no, neither Italy nor anything World Cup related has anything to do with the subject prior to the above. Sorry for any confusion. | | |
| I just educated my mom on myspace. With detailed examples. I was literally sitting down in front of the laptop with her looking over my shoulder and showed her my page, my sister's, my brothers, and a couple of my cousins' pages. She things it's great. lol. | | |
| My sister and I went to Canter's today for lunch. We split some grilled cheese and - of course - a hot fudge waffle sundae. Now, we're highly familiar with Canter's, considering it's the default hangout of our Peach Pit gang whenever we're in the area. While I've never had their grilled cheese before, we're VERY familiar with the hot fudge waffle sundae because, well, thanks to Lori it's come to be the default order of the Peach Pit gang at Canter's everytime we go. It kicks mad booty, and just may be the single most important thing you MUST eat before you die.
Anyway, until this afternoon, I never really put much thought into the fact that I've never been to Canter's during the day. Thank you, late nights with the gang.
Almost everything was weird to me. Including finding the place, coming from the opposite end of the street. I almost couldn't find it. It seems so much easier in the dark. lol. And then there was the parking attendant. They have parking attendants? "Park anywhere," he says, while handing me a parking ticket, leaving me to find loads of free spots, which has never happened to me there before.
The most shocking bit was when we ordered the hot fudge waffle sundae. We've never had a problem with it before. It'd just be "Can I have a hot fudge waffle sundae?" "Sure!"
Today it was...
Crystal: "Can I have a hot fudge waffle sundae?"
Waiter: "Sure..." *pause* "... I've never made that before."
Me: "Oh it's good!"
Waiter: "You've had it before?"
Me: "My friends and I get it all the time."
Waiter: "How do they make it?"
Me & Crystal: *stare*
Me: "Um... well there's the waffle..." (keep in mind I'm hand gesturing everything I describe) "... and then the hot fudge, and there's nuts, and then ice cream, and whipped cream on top , and cherries... it's a sundae. On a waffle."
Waiter: *slight pause* "Cool! I think I can do that. Thanks!" *walks away*
A few minutes later, he gives us the weirdest looking hot fudge waffle sundae I have ever seen. I can only describe it as a boob with ruffles. But he did put a ton of hot fudge on it. And it was still damn good. Just not as good as it comes during the gang's midnight Canter stops.
I propose a call to redeem today's waffle mishap! | | |
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