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12:21pm 20/06/2005
  Kryste's engaged. :D  
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I took it again...   
07:02pm 19/03/2005
Cattell's 16 Factor Test Results
Warmth ||||||||| 26%
Intellect ||||||||| 30%
Emotional Stability ||||||||| 30%
Aggressiveness |||||||||||||||||| 58%
Liveliness ||||||||||||||| 50%
Dutifulness |||||||||||| 38%
Social Assertiveness |||||||||||||||||| 54%
Sensitivity ||||||||||||||| 50%
Paranoia |||||||||||||||||| 58%
Abstractness |||||||||||||||||| 54%
Introversion |||||| 14%
Anxiety ||||||||| 30%
Openmindedness ||||||||||||||||||||| 66%
Independence ||||||||||||||| 46%
Perfectionism |||||||||||||||||| 54%
Tension ||||||||||||||||||||| 70%
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07:12pm 29/05/2004
Cattell's 16 Factor Test Results
Warmth ||||||||||||||| 46%
Intellect |||||||||||||||||| 54%
Emotional Stability ||||||||| 26%
Aggressiveness ||||||||||||||||||||| 70%
Liveliness ||||||||||||||||||||| 62%
Dutifulness |||||||||||| 38%
Social Assertiveness ||||||||||||||||||||| 70%
Sensitivity ||||||||||||||||||||| 66%
Paranoia |||||||||||||||||| 58%
Abstractness |||||||||||||||||| 54%
Introversion ||| 10%
Anxiety ||||||||||||||| 42%
Openmindedness ||||||||||||||| 42%
Independence ||||||||||||||| 46%
Perfectionism ||||||||||||||| 50%
Tension ||||||||||||||| 46%
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Family Birthday, and simple happiness   
09:52pm 26/05/2004
  I stayed with some friends last night. I dug it. I went to bed at 5:00, got up at 10:00. I got home and realized that I hadn't let my cat back in before I had left. I hope that she makes it home. I love my cat. She's wicked. As psychotic as this will sound, she was there for me. I went back to sleep and woke up hours later, then came to the parents' house. I had my family birthday today. I got the tables for the bedroom and 2 endtables and a coffee table for the livingroom that match the kitchen table. That was the surprise. That was nice. Brad and Rhonda got me towels, which I needed. I had a cake and everything. I'm going to attempt to put some pictures on here. I don't know how successful I will be with that. I can't even get them on the computer right now.

I'm listening to the Manson right now. I played the musik game with the family. That was fun. We played for like...an hour and a half, two hours.

So tomorrow is the birthday. I'm going to get the piercings if everything goes out right. My parents aren't digging that too well. Hopefully I will just have a fun damned day. I think I'm getting sick right now. Sick sucks. I think it's because I'm "not eating right."

Have funs!
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09:45pm 23/05/2004
  I'm such a dumbass for forgetting to write about this, but I got really sick yesterday. I hadn't realized that the bread was moldy before I ate it. I puked and I had the shits, later followed by a headache. I found out later that you can die from eating mold. I felt like I was going to fucking die.

GOODY'S AND LIFE...wait...that's sort of the same thing...   
09:39pm 23/05/2004
  I was reminded once again tonight how lucky I am. I want to help the people that find themselves in a not-so-desireable situation. I told her that she could move in with me. I love her. She said that she's going to try to get things with life situated before she makes any sort of decision.

I worked my ass of for "the man" today. Man, I worked! Damn. I'm proud. -YEY!- I guess that I rock. Da. Da!

I saw Ashley today. She came up behind me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. George was sitting beside me and I didn't know who it was right away and I was sort of like OHHHHHH hell! Someone's going to get smashed. It was nice seeing her, though she was a bit otherwise occupied. I asked her if Andiey cried, but she said no. I don't even know anymore if he really died anyway. *shrug*

I want to talk to Jessica. I dream about her sometimes. I had a dream about her last night, actually. It was nice to see her, even though she usually doesn't seem very interested in me.

I saw Xen today, but only for a few minutes. Then I went and got Four Dollars in gas. Yeah, I'm a bit broke. I need to stop eating fast food. Expensive shit! I need to redo my whole money plan; it's not working out all that well. I think that I may get an okay check this time, though. Hey, that would be nice.

I'm going home now. Have fun, and luv!
Shit in General   
07:02pm 21/05/2004
  I'm at my mommy's house. I'm down at the shop. Daddy and big brother are down here talking about sprockets. I'm going to fall asleep.

I'm sunburned. Damnit. This is because of work. I had to go play on the sidewalk today. I think I'm the only person that actually straightens the clothes out there.

Casey gave me my birthday presents today. She got me froggy panties, froggy socks, and a tie dye shirt. I think I have to go get a bigger size. She got me a medium, how flattering. It would actually fit, but it's 100% cotton, so...I should probably go get a large. Mommy and daddy gave me a graduation present, a cordless phone with caller I.D. Nice. It's black. I like it.

I went and saw Becca and Brandon today. That was pretty okay. I like them. They're my babies.

I only work three days next week. I gotted my birthday off! -YEY!- I'm going to get my tongue and lip pierced. Hopefully I don't get fired for the lip thing. That would suck. Maybe I should go work on houses like all of the other individuals in this damned section of the bible belt. But no, can't do that. I dig the breaks I get at the job.

I bought WHITE OLEANDER and a pair of pants last night. (My George helped.) I bought him two shirts today. I'm going to give them to him when he gets off of work. I think he will like.

Where the hell is Jesse, and where has my life gone? I don't want life to suck. :(
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Skim through...nothing really happened.   
09:34pm 17/05/2004
  I woke up and took a shower. I started painting the master room. I took another shower. I ate lunch and watched a movie. I painted some more. I moved my bed into my room. I came to my mommy's house.

I really like the room. It's cute! All of the trim isn't done yet, though. I can't wait for George to see it. He's going to be so proud of me! Hopefully he can see it tomorrow. (He's off, and I work stock.)

Mommy made spaghetti for dinner. My mommy's so funny. It was great, because she's like the threatener in our family, and, all in good fun, she was chasing my older brother around with a glass of milk. I told her she wouldn't do nothing, so she came over to me and dumped milk on my head. It was great. I told her I was proud of her.

Baby brother wasn't doing the dishes like he was supposed to, so I got a lil' lashing with the belt. Eek! (I said she wouldn't do anything again.) I love my mommy!

OH! My daddy and I have been getting along very well lately. I went to the store with him and made him get this cake thing for himself because we have them at work and they rock, and he's never had one. He liked it a lot. He also bought me smoters. I can't believe I'm about to be 18, by the way. He also took me down to see his chickens. Most of the hens have babies right now; they're must be 50 chicks. It's insane. It was a lot of fun. And when mommy was trying to disapline (ummm...I don't remember how to spell that...kick his ass???)baby brother, dad and I were joking around about it. I love my family.

I talkied to bunches of people today on the phone. Let's see...Mommy, George, Elton (When I called for Xen), Xen, Billy. I feel so loved! (Sort of...)

Life is pretty again. Even though it's still lonely at the house...

I'm staying at mommy's house tonight. I left some clothes over here, so I can do that, damnit. OH! I got my electricity bill. It was like $35. Okay, I've been trying to leave. Shut up, Kry...
thank you and frozen nights   
05:38pm 15/05/2004
  I'm at AEther. It's cold here. My babygirl is at work, but she said it was okay for me to use her computer. She is sweetness. Aww! I feel horrible, because of how I didn't get shit done today. Jesse stayed over again last night, and when I woke up, I called George and he came over. Then we went to Sonic (poor Jesse had the shits...). We went all over town, and Jesse dropped me here after George went to work. I bought bunches of necklaces and put them together and they're all George, Xen, Jesse, and my signs. I like, but it was cooler when I thought of it. I am such a dork.

Why am I on-line? I should be at home cleaning! I'm such a dumbshit! Stupid, stupid, stupid!

It's just about time to quit my job...
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09:59pm 09/05/2004
  I finally went to the bathroom, which is amazing. It usually hurts too bad to go, so I'm proud of me. Alright...who all is sicked out? :D

The point is, I feel a lot better.

I didn't get to leave work until two hours and fifteen minutes after I was scheduled to. Damn. Good thing I half-assed all of it at the end, eh? It's Mother's Day and I wanted to see my mommy. That's why I half-assed it; they wouldn't let me leave until it was all done.

I gave mommy a fairy and a poem that I wrote for her. She cried. I'm just upset because I didn't get to spend more time on it than I did; I had to write it during break.

We had filet menjan (spelling?????) for dinner. It rocked.

Last night, George tucked me in, and while I was completely dead, except being able to hear his voice, I heard him talking to me (while he thought I was sleeping, he does that; he's a sweetie) about how he wanted to get me an engagement ring and how he wanted it to be great and how he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me, and how he loved me. When I got sad or unmotivated today, I just thought about that and about how when he saw me last night, he had thrown down his cigarette (which was only half-gone, and damnit, he is PROTECTIVE of his cigarettes) and picked me up and twirled me around. That killed me. It made me feel so fucking special, so light, beautiful, and loved.

Live for the little things.

Love for the little ones...
and love for me, too.

I love my life.

Take care.
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09:38pm 05/05/2004
  I'm still at AEther. Xen and "E" and "I" are looking through characters for Dungeons and Dragons. I think it would be cool to get so involved in that game that you live it and actually kill each other and shit. I saw that on UNSOLVED MYSTERIES once and I thought it was pretty wicked. Anyway, they're talking about Druids and hippies now. Xen's a hippy. I'm nothing. Label me. I've asked for people to before, and they say "You're Kryste." That's nice, I suppose. Jesse is over on the couch. I think he's about to fall asleep. The last time that I looked over here, his eyes were closed. We went to the boyfriend's work for food. I spent like five dollars. I'm such a bitch; I used my cigarette money. And the food was greasy as all hell; it made me sick. Man, I'm not used to where the delete is on this keyboard and I keep messing up. Jesse's talking to someone on the phone now. Wait; the's "E" talking. He's really quiet. Andrew is on the internet waaaaaaaay over there. Someone just walked in. I don't know her. Oh, well. Life's majickal. I don't really have anything to say; I just felt like typing. I'm psychotic. Wahchah! I don't get to type very much now. I miss my mommy. I stayed over there last night. It was a bit psychotic. I guess we're going to get a dryer tomorrow, which would be pretty wicked. I just typed a bunch of stuff...and I guess that I deleted it. Well anyway, I was rambling on and on about taking my clothes pins back since I'll have a dryer. I finished reading GO ASK ALICE again today. I like that book; I reccomend it. Speaking of which, I really need to talk to Andiey, because I think that Billy died, and they were pretty close. It's all about the fucking drugs in this town.

I'm going to smoke.

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Guess who is fucking baaaaaaaaaaack   
08:15pm 05/05/2004
  Hey hey. Supper? I'm at the AEther right now. I'm on my babygirl's laptop. Neener! (www.livejournal.com/users/juviana) Jesse (www.livejournal.com/users/theoryvoid) is supposed to be coming by later on. He may be staying the night tonight, but I should ask George first, even though dude has stayed over before. For everyone who doesn't know, I moved out of my house. I like it, but it's lonely, because...I'm alone there. I like it when people stay with me. It's not lonely when they do. I think my kitty hates me. :( I neglect her, I suppose. I prefer to be out rather than in alone, so I don't see her too much. I went to the doctor yesterday and they want me to go get checked for Endometriosis. If I do indeed have it, then I may have to have a hysterectomi. Wouldn't that blow ass? My biggest worry? I may gain weight. Why is that my biggest worry? Am I so much of a bitch that it matters? I love George. I want to be beautiful for him. I need to be beautiful for him, not that I think I'm a fucking fox or anything. I weigh 154 now, which is about 10+ less than I did recently. It makes me feel good. Why would that be taken away from me???

I'm happy. I'm sad. I'm high. I'm not. ...I have tomorrow off; maybe I can rest a bit...
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I'm baaaaaaaaack...but only because xanga is being a bitch...   
04:22pm 17/12/2003
mood: happy
We had school today. Do you want to know why? Do yah? Huh, do yah? I'll tell you: we had school today because it rained yesterday, snowed last night, the temperature was 29 degrees, and there was ice everywhere. Doesn't that just sound like the perfect circumstances to be having school in? -YEY!- Yeah, our new Director of Schools, a f-in bitch! (-hehe- Check that out; I watched my language! Wheehee!) She doesn't want us to have any snow days. The word is that she wasn't going to call school off last Thursday, either, but someone above her called and told her that she HAD to, which I believe, because they had said school would be one hour late on the radio, and then they called it off. They should have done the same this morning. No shit, there should not have been any school. And I'm not just saying that because I didn't want to go to school - it was seriously dangerous. People were SKATING on the ICE out in the SCHOOL PARKING LOT! Now you TELL ME that we should have had school! One of my friends got into a wreck in the parking lot, and another one of mine almost did. So there's not telling how many people actually did wreck this morning. Bitch, I'm telling you. We need to find her location and gang up and shoot her in the mouth! I'm serious about this one; who's with me? She's trying to kill us! Let's kill her first!

People actually got me presents and such for Xmas. I feel so bad about it! I'm not even going to buy George anything...I'm going to make him something. So today I'm going to try to make cupcakes or something to give to people, and maybe that will make up for it. I want people to know that I love them and care about them. I tell them that every day, though, in my actions AND my words.

In case anyone actually reads this, I have a new journal on Xanga. Here's how you can see it if you don't have an account there.


username: aliceoutofwonderland
password: glitter


That should take you right there. If there's a problem, email me at: wonderland@tellmeimcute.com.

-hehe- You thought I'd died, didn't you? :P
THIS IS A TEST!!!!!!   
04:21pm 17/12/2003
  This is a test to see if my computer is still messied up. WHoopideedoo!  
07:11pm 30/10/2003
mood: gone
I got the house. The keys. Everything. Apparently the shit about yesterday has been cleared up. I went there. With Bill. And Mark. The electricity hasn't been hooked up yet. So it was dark. We took a flashlight.

Yeah, so anyway...enough of this shit. I'm thinking that I'm not going to write anymore. Nobody reads anymore, and if they do, they don't say shit, so enough of it for me. Time to move on? I don't know...I may be back.


Good luck with life...with things...
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No one cares, and that's fine with me.   
08:21pm 29/10/2003
mood: eh
I went home today. Early. I walked into first period and walked right back out. I couldn't take it. George got my assignments and brought them here after school. That was so sweet; I wasn't expecting him to come. He is so beautiful...the way that his eyes light up when he sees me. He is absolutely gorgeous. I love him. Dearly.

Bill came over, and that was pretty wicked. He brought me Taco Bell, and I ate it, even though I wasn't very hungry. We went and drove down my road in my majickal car, and then he said that he had something to give me. We went to his car and he got out a CD player. "What in the hell?" Okay, but it was a portable CD player that you can attach to your radio thingy and play CDs in the car, and I thought that was really cool so we went in the house and got some of my CDs and then went to the Dollar Tree and got some CD cases, majickal strawberry airfreshener, and this garbage thing for my car. I also got some dorky froggy slippers. AHH! I was happy. And it was really cool, because he bought me this...well, do you remember when you were in 4H? Sure yah do! Do you remember those award ribbons? Of course! Well, he got me one of those that said "Friend(s) Forever." That was really cool. I hung it in my rear-view, in front of the majickal Strawberry Airfreshener.

Sweet...I was crying today and my baby brother said something to me and then looked over at me and said, "Are you crying?" I nodded, and he asked why I was crying. Then he went over to me and gave me a hug, and that seemed to make things a million times better. I love my baby brother. Then I went into my room, still sort of crying, and my kitty (X) was on my bed, and she saw me crying and took care of me the best way that she knew how. I love my kitty. She's the greatest, and damn loyal to me.

Yeeeeeeeeeeah...oh...wonderful news...the house was supposed to close tomorrow or Friday, but the people who said they could wire the money down here decided that they couldn't for some bullshit reason or another, so now, the bank (who was selling the house) can refuse the offer and sell it to someone else or they can charge like...$150 a day until they get the money. Yeah...good times. I told you...I told you all...and this is why I'm pessamistic.

So...Halloween. ROCK! Yeah yeah. I love Halloween. It's really pretty. :) Autumn is the greatest.

I better go call the angel before he begins to think that I'm bangin' my buddy.

"...We all had our reasons to be there
We all had a thing or two to learn
We all needed something to cling to
So we did..." -Alanis Morressette, "Forgiven"
The Morning After   
08:09am 25/10/2003
mood: detective :)
My sense of story was a bit wrong. It's how we had understood it last night, but it wasn't accurate. After seeing the damage this morning, this is what appeared to have happened:

He turned too quickly, not into our driveway, but more through the ditch. There are some plants and flowers there and he dragged them through the yard in his large truck. Tracks on either side of the tree, and the bark that was missing from it indicated that he ran right over the top of it. (It was a relatively small tree, but large enough to be a problem in the way of the truck.) He went down towards the orchard and backed up (there was a broken tail light and bottle of Jack Daniels laying on the ground) into one of our fruit trees, debarked the hell out of that. Then he went farther...down towards the back of our house. You can see the anger and hurry in the tire marks where he had backed up to leave. There are plants and bark strung throughout his tracks.

It's amazing that we didn't hear anymore than we did. The bastard went all along the side of our house. I did hear things. So did my brother. And Ashley across the street. My parents didn't. Ashley's parents didn't. It was right in our yard, for christ sake. I'm just a little country girl, and this scares me. (It kills me to admit that I'm country, by the way.) And our majickal dogs...the three poodles...the idiots. It's funny, because they're all the time barking if someone comes up the driveway, people that we actually know. But here this complete stranger is, just weaving through our yard, and you don't hear a peep from them.

If one of us had been playing out in the yard, my brother or me, or anyone else, they may have been hit, and that's scary. In your own yard. It's shit.

Anyway, on a completely different subject, I think that the new medicine that I'm on is causing "confusion." I got confused yesterday about something that I've done every day since I was maybe five. And it confused me. Then I second, third, and forth-guessed that the locked that I was standing at was my own. Then I got confused again last night. I think that I can live with it, though. I mean, I was so happy yesterday; I had the best day. Nothing really happened, I was just very genuinely happy, and that's worth some confusion. :)
A Greater Respect for Life, and A New-found Respect for Cops   
08:16pm 24/10/2003
mood: getting over terrified
Tonight I have gained an even greater respect for life, and a new-found respect for cops.

I never expected to have any sort of respect for the law.

I had just finished my Psychology and was looking for my phone to call George. As I turned around and glanced out my window, I saw flashing blue lights and heard this horribly amazing sound, like something was crashing or being wrecked. I walked out into the livingroom. "There's a cop at the end of the driveway."

"What? Oh shit! LOCK THE DOORS!" My mom got off of the phone, and my brother and I dashed down the stairs to lock the downstairs door. "What?" Okay, so now we were safe. But what in the hell was going on?

"There's someone stuck in our yard, and they're running from the cops." My dad grabbed his gun and headed outside. "Yah know, they probably have a gun, too." I was still calm. Maybe it was shock.

I still hadn't found my phone, so when both of my parents dashed out the door, I grabbed theirs and called George, gave him a brief overhaul about what was going on. By this time, I was shaking, scared for my brother, because he kept going downstairs, and scared for my parents because there are so many psychos around here on Meth.

Terrified. Oh, shit. What if this freak comes to the window, shoots through it? What if he opens my window? But I can't close it, because if he's out there he may shoot me anyway. Shit, and there are windows everywhere. So I just stood there, surrounded by windows, shaking, talking to George, wimpering.

Wow. I don't want to die.

The cop came up here, but me any my brother stayed inside, wondering what was going on. It wasn't until the cop had left that I found out what happened.

The guy's car was somewhere in our yard, stuck. He turned off his lights, got out and ran in our yard, hid, waited for the cop to pass, then went back to his car and left. He's still out there somewhere, as far as we know to this point. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe he didn't have insurance. Something. But I was scared, and it is wrong to feel unsafe in your own home.

The cop came back, and I met him. He was telling us that if that guy messed up our fence or anything needed to be repaired to let them know. My mom and him talked for a while and then she introduced herself and me. He said hi, and I just looked at him and said, "Thank you." As corny as that may sound, it's what I said, and I meant it.
05:36pm 24/10/2003
mood: happy
I had a really good day today. I'm not really sure why; nothing majickal happened. I was just happy. I'm thinking that the extra pill that I'm having to take every day just may be kicking in.

I asked Mrs. Sherrill about doing my research paper on Scarification, and then I started to explain to her what scarification was and she said, "I know what it is. That's fine." Then she smiled. She's cool. Really cool. She's just like one of the kids.

I love the popular people who don't judge the less popular people and stick up for them and accept them as is. Bogey is one of those people, and I think very highly of him for it. I don't talk in third period. I mean, really, I don't. But Bogey and I have had a few classes together, and he's always been really nice to me. In third period, we had to go to the library and I was one of the last people to get in there. I sat in the front, because it was the only empty table, and then he said, from the back, something like, "So no one's going to sit with me? Well, fuck all y'all then." That's sort of when I stood up, with all of my stuff in my hands and started to walk to the back, where he was sitting. "I'll sit with you, Bogey." He looked at me, and I think sort of scooted the chair back. "You're going to sit here?" I slowed down. "If that's okay." "No, I want you to." When I sat down, he said a few words to me, which was cool. Bogey is one of those cool people around school. I don't think that anyone in the THOUSANDS (very over-crowded school) of teenagers in that school who don't know him, or haven't at least heard his name. It was cool that he just sat there all confident and talked to me, in front of all of his cool friends. In case you haven't realized, I'm a dork, and unpopular. Well, maybe not UNpopular, but definately not popular. It bothered me in a way, because I didn't know if his friends would talk about it, would bother him about it. Anyway, I figured that I would include this, because it made me feel human, and it was really nice, and I really appreciate him for it.

I guess that I'm going to be doing someone's make-up tomorrow for some Halloween party. She's going to be a "Gothic Vampiress." Jason also said something about me doing his make-up, which is cool. Shit like that makes me feel...not so useless.

Hmmm...let's see here. OH! I got my "official" report card today. (Last week's was just a "proof.") None of my grades changed drastically, but I'll go get my majickal paper and type them here. :)

Englisch 12 - 88.3/B
Geometry - 89.2/B
Government - 82.4/C
Ecology - 85.5/C

Wicked shit! :) Like I said, I was proud.

So anyway, I'm going to go try to get some shit done. Wouldn't that be nice? Eh...it probably won't happen... :)
Research Paper   
07:14pm 23/10/2003
mood: Wahchah!
I was going to do it on something about Alice in Wonderland, but now I'm decided to do it on SCARIFICATION. The paper is due on Halloween...also the day that the deal on the house is supposed to close. -YEY!-

But things are still sad...sad for others...

On a completely different subject, I hate violence, and the rush that people get from it. *rolls eyes* LET ME OUT!

It's funny that I'm all anti-violence. *laughs* Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...

I found a lot of info on scarification for my research paper, but I really didn't need to see the picture of that guy's dick... or that girl's...*cough* Yeah, well, anyway, I didn't want to see it. See, here I am minding my own business, trying to do my homework and up pops a dick at me. I mean really...come on! The Internet is a scary place...yep yep.

Love for all...
But hate for some...
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