Kristin

3:36am: Movie Critic (Kristin)
Shrek 2 - I love it...I love it...I love it. I have not met a person that didn't love this movie.

Taking Lives - I am person who tries to figure out movies...think outside the box...this movie kept me interested.

Princess Diaries 2 - If you are a guy, you probably won't like it. Girls...c'mon let's get serious...who doesn't want to be a princess and met prince charming?

Machurian Candidate - It was interesting but on a five star scale...it is a three.

Garfield - It is made for kids...'nuff said.

Mean Girls - This movie is not just a chick flick....it is hilarious.

The Prince and Me - Good movie...until the end...I have never seen that bad of an ending ever!

Win a Date with Tad Hamilton - I believe that every guy should watch this movie to see what girls (at least hopeless romantics like me) want.

50 First Dates - Good laughs...good feelings...see above.

Godsend - Holy crap freaky. I don't want to have children now because I am worried that they would be scary looking.

That is the list of movies I can remember watching recently...so when you go to the movie store...take my advice...I would!!

1:37am: Do ya feel the love below? *Kristin*
In the event that anyone who happens to read this site gets turned on when the Axe body spray commercial comes on...with that oh so sexy song....electric shivers 'cross my skin...it's like a fever...and you're the only medicine. The song is Feeling the Love by Reactor. It is amazing...it is...ahhhh...

2:36am: Kitty on my foot and I wanna touch it
Wanna help me get a kitty? Email me. Krisirose@hotmail.com. I need to raise some money to get a kitty.

-Kristin

3:17am: I think I'm in LOVE... *Kristin*

3:44am: Who wants a list??? I know you do!!! *Kris*
Top ten things to do in the ghetto during the summer....

1. GET DRUNK
2. Play halo
3. Play washers
4. Grill out
5. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA wish I could post that one!!! (Reconciliation)
6. Play board games
7. Sit on the porch for hours
8. Chase lizards
9. Watch Sex and the City and live through the women on tv
10. Sing and dance to loud music because you can

Murray is a rather boring place in the summertime but thank God we live in the ghetto where there is someone awake all the time. Usually, at the strange hours...it's me. I can only hope that this summer can be compared to the last two weeks of summer last year. Ghetto girls rock some face!! Hehehe. If anyone is up for a party...HOLLA.

4:12pm: Poster Child for Test Anxiety (Kasey)
"I used to study and study and know the material, but when it came time to take the test, my mind would become a total blank... then I went to Sylvan's Learning Center..." Okay, so we've all seen the commercials on television- my favorite is when the kid gives his mom his report card, with straight A's, for her birthday (quite a cop-out on a present if you ask me) and the tears swell in her eyes as he says, "That's something you have been wanting for a long time..." It's a touching story, really... but as I sit here on the floor surrounded with notecards and pages and pages of statistics notes, I am growing even more bitter with every passing minute and I am debating on giving Sylvan's a call to see if there is anything they can do for me in the next 16 hours... It doesn't matter how much I study, how well I know the material, how many hours of sleep I get the night before-I always choke... I am really getting tired of this crap too... I'm taking a break from studying (it has been five consecutive hours, so I thought I deserved it) to vent my frustrations. It absolutely kills me how my friends in this class would come to me to actually HELP them with things they didn't understand and they are the ones who don't have to take the final because they have A's. I'm completely baffled at my inability to properly take a test... I used to feel really smart, however that 3.8 gpa I accumulated during my freshman and sophomore years has slowly diminished to a 3.42 and is depleting even more so as we speak. This time tomorrow, I will be stress free and no longer plagued with 17 hours of classes and 12 hours of work... The semester that every Psychology Major dreads will be complete, and I will coast through the next three semesters right to graduation...

After thought: you know that classes and finals are bad when you are praying that a car will run the red light at the intersection and plow into you leaving you significantly injured enough not to have to take finals, but in tact enough to have an enjoyable summer...

12:02pm: (Kasey) Sometimes ya just gotta make a list, right Kris?
Top Five Gayest Ways to Dump a Girl...

5. tell everyone she gave you head while you were driving her home when it's NOT TRUE and never talk to her again.

4. just don't call her... at all... and hope she'll go away, cuz YEAH that works

3. after dating her for two years, break up with her OVER THE PHONE the day before she has three of her hardest finals.

2. tell her you want to marry her one night and then exactly one week later, break up with her for your ex girlfriend.

1. tell her things got too serious too soon when YOU are the one who initiated the seriousness of it against her strongest recommendations- then proceed to say, "it's not you... it's ME."

If anyone has anything to contribute to the list, I'm sure we could come up with enough ammo to make it a Top 100...

2:04am: Here I Am! *Kristin*
Hellooooooooo. It's been a while since I have posted on here. I was informed recently that it had been three months since I have posted. Sooo....here is what is new in a nutshell. My birthday is monday. I will be 20. I have a boyfriend. We drop the "l" bomb...have for a while. He is wonderful and he takes care of me. That's it.

"The ghetto"...should have figured it out when were looking at the legend apartment strip. My roommates and I now know why it is the referred to as the previous. It is built cheaply with every possible corner cut. Not only is the building crap so is the items rented with it. Our washing machine broke, thus flooding almost half of the main floor. Leaving lots of fun mildew, mold, and most wonderful smell. We have since shampooed the carpet twice but the aftermath is still facing us...the allergies. Ahh yes, sniffles...cough...sore throat...itchy eyes. What a wonderful place to spend your day and night.
Is this our only problem in the ghetto?? Hell no. Our showers leak into the kitchen...sometimes. Our doors seems to be made of paper. We have indoor/outdoor carpeting throughout the ENTIRE apartment. Our toilets break constantly. Just this week, Kasey and Coy figured out how to fix our toilet from the bathroom reader. Seriously, I think the toilet thing is getting to Kasey's head. She has started to wear her pants just a tad lower revealing her crack and she uses plumber lingo now. No longer called that thingy with the ball or the thingamajig. She knows the terms to the parts of a toilet.
The point of this post. SO LONG GHETTO. Get us out of here now. I love the location. The people. But to quote one of my roommates.."man, i'm too classy for this shit."

Side note: the reason for a post at 2:20 in the am...i am breathing too loudly to sleep!!!!

1:09pm: Evanescence = Death (Kasey)
Anyone who knows me is aware that I haven't got an original thought in my entire brain... I conclude that this is due to the many hours of television and movies to which I have been exposed and the amazing spongelike abilities I have developed over the years. Well, in the grand tradition of me, I have once again gotten off topic, so on to my point (I promise I do have one, even if I didn't think of it all by myself.)

"Why don't you go listen to some Evanescence" is a phrase that is spoken by Kristin on countless occasions when people begin to annoy her. The hypothesis: Listening to Evanescence will make you commit suicide. In theory, this makes much sense... in fact, this morning on my way to work I stumbled upon one of the songs, and it was all I could do to keep from driving my car into a light pole long enough to change radio stations.

I have been watching a lot of CSI lately, and I feel that I have discovered the pathway to committing a murder so perfect that even Gil Grissim couldn't link back to me... All that I would have to do is purchase the Evanescence CD Fallen, and a package of straight razors for the soon to be un-alive and let them do all the work... (BTW, if YOU are the person I am intending to make NOT alive anymore, just ignore this and happily accept the gifts I have purchased for you...)

10:15am: What Goes Up, Must Come Down (Kasey)
It is undoubtedly that time of year again- time to see tanned faces, flip flops, and scantily clad bodies. It's time to go to the beach, drink Pina Coladas until you sweat Malibu and pass out in your hotel room. And time for me to wish hangovers and sun poisoning on every single one of you. To quote the Tiffany, (www.blurty.com/users/tiffycole) "This is how I'm looking at you."

It seems as though I proclaim that I will save every spare dollar I can to accumulate fundage for a stellar spring break only to see it come and go (excitement free for me) each and every year. I have the means to go somewhere, however if I do so, I will not have the means to survive for the duration of the semester. My official analysis of my situation is: I am just too responsible for my own good. I wish I could just throw caution to the wind, blow off the people that depend on me and be completely selfish just for once. But what kind of person would I be if I did that? It doesn't seem like that much fun to be sunburned, hungover, and homeless anyway.

For those interested, I am now accepting contributions to the "Send Kasey On Spring Break Next Year Fund." Even the smallest donation helps! For further information, simply post a comment showing interest in giving me all of your money, and I will sacrifice my time and effort to make this possible for you.

9:45am: I Wonder Why (Kasey)
Last night I made the mistake of ingesting a caffeine pill accompanied with a Diet Sunkist in order to revive myself to study for my Statistics test... I somehow managed to forget that while under the influence of said pill and drink, I move at hyper speed, and tasks that would normally take hours take minutes... As a result I was finished studying at like 10:30-11:00, and desperately wanting to go to bed. I crawled into bed at about 11:30, fully prepared to lapse into a lovely 8 hour coma, however, everytime I closed my eyes, these random thoughts would pop into my head...

-Why is it that everytime I play hide and seek and secure an awesome hiding place, I have to pee?
-Why do I always have one less sock after doing laundry?
-Does anybody know the way to San Jose?
-Why did Papa John's shrink the size of their Garlic Butter containers?
-Why do they tell you to count sheep when you can't sleep?
...1 (baaaaa) 2 (baaaaa) 3 (baaaaa)...
-I'm counting sheep, why am I still awake?
-What happened to all of my hairbrushes?
-Why are there birds chirping outside my window at 12:30 at night?
-Who let the dogs out?
-What was that blue stuff in the bottom of the bathroom trashcan?
-Did curiousity REALLY kill the cat?
...4 (baaaaa) 5 (baaaaa) 6 (baaaaa)...
-What WOULDN'T I do for a Klondike Bar?
-How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Roll Pop?
-How can I talk my b/f into bringing me Klondike Bars and Tootsie Roll Pops?
-Why is the smoke detector going off?
-What is the theoretical sampling distrubition of the difference between two sample means???

After realizing I couldn't remember the answer to that last question, I got up and studied a little bit more and then I was back to counting sheep... 7(baaaaa) 8(baaaaa) 9(baaaaa)...

9:03am: ahnnaway ahnnaway ahnnaway ahnnaway... oh na na na... AFRICA! (Kasey)
Saturday night was a very special night in the Ghetto... The newest addition to our household threw her welcoming party, and this wasn't your typical Ghetto party, mind you... This was a Ghetto party with a C-3 twist. We were all gathered in the living room in a semi-circle, cups of hooch in hand, and Shanna Walters, Passion Party Consultant, was the focus of our attention. She had a wonderful display of products set up on her table, explaining the benefits of each and every one. Just as she was delving into the wonderful world of edible products, our doorbell rang. We had been subject to interruptions all night, as most of our guests arrived a bit late- however, this poor guy wasn't on the guest list- he was just trying to deliver a pizza. Amidst the drunken confusion, we managed to tell him he was on the wrong street. We later decided that his folly would have been the perfect opening scene to a porno...

Just about everything went off without a hitch- Shanna made some sales, the after party started, the hooch was consumed, and we were all carted off to Spider's Web. We now have a blanket of sticky residue coating our kitchen floor as a result of hooch spillage; we discovered yesterday that if you stand in one place for more that 8 seconds, your shoes get stuck. Moral of this story- when in C-3's kitchen, the bob and weave tactic is money. Also, if anyone has a Swiffer Wet Jet they would like to donate to us, it would be greatly appreciated...

11:30am: A Nightmare on N 16th Street (Kasey)
I have had some very interesting dreams in my day... There was one about choking on giant ladybugs, another featured a Spiderman-esque creature suspended from my ceiling reaching down for me (which was even more special when he decided to hang around after I woke up). I have even had recurring nightmares about being paralyzed which resulted in my inability to move for nearly three minutes after waking. These dreams, however, pale in comparison to the one I had last night...

It started out like oh so many other dreams in the respect that I thought I woke up, but in reality, I was still actively participating in dreamland. (I love when my mind plays such cruel tricks on me... it further reassures my suspicions that I harbor self destructive tendencies.) I heard these noises outside my window that sounded remarkably like fingernails on a chalkboard. I am not an idiot, therefore I decided in that instant that I would not be going outside to investigate. I then proceeded to simply blink, and find myself sitting on our front porch smoking a cigarette... (Isn't it remarkable how these things seem so normal when you are in a dream state of mind?) The noises began to grow louder and louder... I leaned forward and glanced toward Murray Place, when I saw him emerge from behind the mailboxes... It was Freddy Kreuger... I am not going to bore you with details of my dream... but I am going to confirm some of the roomates' and my assumptions regarding our neighbors and their willingness to protect us should a monster/inbred maniac/vampire/psycho-killer ever attack the Ghetto...
Tyrie- Just as we suspected, Tyrie jumped onto Freddy's leg and began making his best efforts to hold him back while the roommates and I escaped.
Dudley- Just as we suspected, was in his room, hiding underneath his bed.
Randolph- a.k.a. Ghetto Security, fulfilled our expectations in my dream by spearing Freddy into a wall.
Fitch- He had his gun, blasting holes through the red and green sweater.
Of course, their efforts, (and Dudley's lack thereof) had absolutely no effect whatsoever, and we all died miserable deaths- but that's not the point. The point is: DO NOT WATCH FREDDY VS JASON AND SLEEP ALONE.

8:32am: Teddy Ruxpin, Child Murderer (Kasey)
I am almost certain that everyone has at least one traumatizing memory from their childhood- a memory that has been repressed in an attempt to cease the nightmares, one that has instilled an irrational fear into the depths of their soul- or maybe it is just me. I was fortunate enough to be reminded of said memory when I came into work this morning. Occasionally, there is this woman that comes in the office with her most adorable little girl. Much the same as previous instances, the woman asked me to watch her daughter for three minutes while she went to her car to retrieve a forgotten item. Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't even consider this an inconvenience, however these circumstances were far from normal... As the little girl climbed into the chair in front of my desk, I glanced up to see the most evil of all creatures clutched tightly in her arms-

1:02pm: Men in relationships compared with shoes... (a C3 compilation)
Shoes...most girls are in love with them or at least have a deep emotional bond with them. That is why the girls of C3 enjoy comparing men in relationships to shoes. There are many types of relationships with men, as well as, many types of relationships with shoes. Some people have every pair of shoes (relationship) before they find their perfect fit. Some are lucky enough to only have a few. Someday...I will find my "old comfortable shoes" and I will never throw them away. No matter how worn out they might be before I figure out they are my podiac match. I hope everyone enjoys this post. If you have a shoe to add...feel free. I think we managed to get the major ones. *Kristin*

Old Shoes – They are the best shoes. This shoe can start out as any type of shoe but it becomes broken in and perfect. They always fit perfectly because they have molded to your feet and fit every curve. Look good with everything. When you are in doubt of what shoes to wear, you can always count on them. True, they may get a little bit smelly from all the wear but you love them so much, it is okay. No matter how worn out they may get, they always look good to you.

Stilettos – Stilettos are great for going out. They make you feel sexy, tall and powerful. They are the shoes that turn heads. Despite how great they look, they are very difficult to walk in for a long period of time and they hurt your feet. You always have to wear your best in order to wear them. They make you nervous because of their instability. You revisit them often but you often spend longer recovering from wearing them than actually wearing them.

Chuck Taylors – The punk shoes. Wild, fun and always grab your attention. There is an air of mystery and infatuation associated with them. They are shoes that you always remember well but you grow out of it. They are just a phase. Often times associated with a lot of alcohol and loud music. They are walking drama.

House Shoes – These are the shoes that you love to wear but you do not want anyone to see you in them. They are convenient but not pretty. They cannot be worn out and shown off, no matter how new they are. Enough said.

Snow Boots – They are only good for one thing. Figure it out.

Corrective Shoes – Sometimes you need a little help. When you are not walking right, they get things back in line. You have to be grateful for the corrective shoe because they make you realize how things are supposed to be and make you realize the need for old comfortable shoes. The result is always a change for the better.

Platform Shoes – They went out of style a long time ago and they have not got the memo.

Flip Flops – They are convenient. They slide off and on easily. They are easy to wear and a basic item. You cannot always depend on them when it turns cold. As soon as it gets warm, you always go back to them. You never really get to the point where you would want to throw them out because they feel so good.

Favorite Black Shoes – These are the “it” shoes. They are the next best thing to “old comfortable shoes”. They are the shoes that you can wear out with jeans and also with dress clothes. These shoes are incredibly hard to find but when you find them it is even harder to throw them away. They are ALMOST irreplaceable.

8:51am: How I Loathe My Alarm Clock (Kasey)
The time was 7:29, I was snuggled comfortably in my warm bed, dreaming of a place where the existence of work and class are obsolete, when the numbers on my alarm clock rolled over; the cathedral bells began to chime in order to celebrate the arrival of 7:30. I have spent the past month in an alarm clock free world, and being thrust back into it just isn't settling well with me. My goal for this semester is to find an alternative way to wake up on time... I no longer want my punctuality to be controlled by the ever so evil alarm clock...

4:26am: Goodbye Girl
On TNT, Jan. 16th, 17th, 18th. Three chances to watch it. If you miss it. Never fear because I will tape it!!

GOODBYE GIRL

All your life you've waited
For love to come and stay
And now that I have found you
You must not slip away

I know it's hard believing
The words you've heard before,
But darling you must trust them this once more

Because baby, goodbye doesn't mean forever
Let me tell ya goodbye doesn't mean we'll never be together again
If you wake up and I'm not there I won't be long away
'Cause the things you do my goodbye girl
will bring me back to you

I know you'be been taken
Afraid to hurt again
You fight the love you feel for me
Instead of giving in
Well, I can wait forever
For helping to see
That I was meant for you
And you for me

So remember goodbye doesn't mean forever
Let me tell ya goodbye doesnt mean we'll never be together again
Though we maybe so far apart, you still would have my heart
So forget your past, my goodbye girl, 'cause now you're home at last

4:02pm: OHHH Richard...what did you do?? (kristin)
HAPPY 2004!!! Well, I was awake at 12:00..somehow I missed the countdown. My where-abouts from 10:30 until 2:30 are fuzzy. People remember me being around although I only remember flashbacks. I know I did not do anything too crazy. I woke up in my bed this morning. The hooch the neighbors made was killer. (and I killed it.) Haha...cops have been here. AND THEY ARE COMING BACK!!! GOTTA GO! OKAY, BYE.

12:29am: Merry Christmas
The Wild Angels wish everyone a merry christmas. Have a fun and safe holiday season!!

1:25pm: *Kristin* Aren't we having fun?
Hello all three readers!! I hope you are having a wonderful holiday season. If it is anything like mine...it is boring and although you are around loving people...something is missing...C3 IS MISSING!!! Yeah buddy! So I found this corny little questionare as I was roaming the internet. I am curious what you (the reader of my website) would answer to some of these questions. So if you are bored, have some fun and play along with one of the wild angels. If you are not bored and you do not want to play along...it is okay. I won't even know you read this. I made one for Kasey...it is in the comments section...

1. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
2. How long have you known me?
3. When and how did we first meet?
4. What was your first impression?
5. Do you still think that way about me now?
6. If I was an ice cream flavor, which would I be and why?
7. Do you think I'll get married?
8. What makes me happy?
9. What makes me sad?
10. What song (if any) reminds you of me?
11. If you could give me anything what would it be?
12. When's the last time you saw me?
13. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
14. Would you make a move on me?
15. Describe me in one word:
16. Do I cross your mind at least 2 times a day?

KASEY...IF YOU COULD PLEASE RETURN MY PHONE CALL THAT WOULD BE SUPER!!!

2:11pm: *Kristin*
This is for Kasey. Have you watched the news?? Watch it. I saw it first!!! This town is boring. I have been watching football all day and I am getting ready to take one lovely nap. No real need to post just felt like it.

Shane- Glad to see you are a reader!!! We shall try to get our lazy asses out to one of your next shows. Keep us posted!

For all of you who are not quite blessed...(turn sound up)... http://www.darktruth.net/animations/xmasboobies.swf

3:07pm: IM GONNA COME PICK YOU UP IN THE MORNING *Kristin*
Holy Crap, Batman! I was sooo going to delete that previous post until I saw so many comments. Yeah, the only time people read our website is when it is drunken profanity. Hahaha. Oh well. I love how I think I can type when I am drunk. Last time drinking for a while. Gotta go home today. Probably going to be very bored and I am betting the parents will be sick of me in one week exactly. So I will be back here soon!
The girls and I will all be back for New Years. Anyone who wants to drop by and spend some time with us is more than welcome. We will be chillin in the ghetto as usual. Yeah for us!! Where else would I be? I do not care where I am on New Years as long as I am with people I have fun with and care about. Fuck location...it is all about the company. That is just my opinion anyway...
Well...off to pack because I have not done that yet. Have a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!

4:11am: this took a milllllion anmd one tryies *krisI*
well...im drnk and i knww i would be. im not riered yet. although. nbot one wantys to sellep weith me. so shuitl. im stuck all alone in ole c3 be4ing drnki alone. geee./ i dont like girls. i dont like lous mouth pieple. they should mind theri own buitxsness. bassically i hate paoepe. sorry folks. im going to do osmjthing becayse if i lay dowh i will vomit proguse4ly. groossl. okay bute!!!

7:40am: Which Finch Song Are You?*Kristin*

"Stay With Me" -- Finch.
Calm places help you sort things out. You're a nice person, but you can't handle other people's problems when you've got something on your mind.

"Once again your
eyes make it hard to say goodbye. So I'll just keep driving. Where do you wanna go? It doesn't really matter, as long as you are here with me. There's something in the air tonight. Something that makes me feel alive. What were the words that you said to me, That made me feel so special?"


Which Finch song are you?
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7:05pm: Daddy's Rules... *Kristin*
Soon it shall be finals week. In a way, I have been blessed because I do not have any finals this semester. As a responsible college student, I would like to pass along a few of rules that my dad never really gave me but I am sure he would given the chance.
(if you prefer...it is to the tune of jingle bells)

"No staying up past nine...
No touching his behind...
No kissing in the dark...
No touching his behind...
No drinking beer and wine...
No touching his behind..."