so... i made a new xanga. 

and now... the official unveiling of my new xanga...

Drumroll, Please!

::everyone makes a drumroll with their fingers on their computer desks::

http://www.xanga.com/hALF_a____dYKE

so, there you have it!

it's not very amazing, but that's okay.  i still need to add an assload of codes on it.  so, it's still in the works.

x__Cryssi___

i want a new xanga... or i want to just stop doing these fag-a-licious journals.  i have like 4.5 gazillion of them... which translates to like three... but anyways... tooooooo many people have xanga, and it bugs me... so i might just say fuck it and stick with mindsay.  or maybe i'll just get a new username.  i dont know.  whatever.

so, eddie got a homerun at his game today.  all the while, daddy was bitching about how much he hates out president, and how much he hates gays.  i was laughing the whole time.  and i was bitching about how much i hate him.  he said something like "you know what... i really hate those fucking homos."  and i turned around and i'm like "well you know what???!?! i really hate my fucking father!" and he turns to my mom and chuckles and says... "pms.  gotta love it."  so then a say "HOW CAN YOU HAVE PMS WHEN YOUR PREGNANT??!??!?!" (just to see what he would do) and he goes "YOU FUCKING SLUT!  youre fucking GUYS?!?!!?" and i giggle and go "HAHA!!! no way!! i do girls!!!"  it took him a while to realise what i said, and then he goes "I RAISED A LESBIAN?!?!?"  and i said "I'm not gay!"  (which is my universal excuse when people ask... unless i know them well enough to trust them, and then i tell them the "only half of me is gay" thing.)  so, then the conversation was over... five minutes later he turns and says "well, are you really pregnant?" and i said "ask my mother." she says "only if you want her to be!" which i really dont get that answer... but anyways.  then he goes off on some religious rant about how much he hates "fucking homos" and how "it's so wrong for a guy to fuck a guy" and "a girl to fuck a girl."  he then says "sure, they think it's okay... but they're going to hell.  and if they dont, i dont want to end up with them, so i'll fucking kill a man to go wherever they arent." 

really dad?  are you that much of an asshole.

i'm glad i was adopted.  i'd kill myself if i knew you were my real father. 

and i wasnt kidding when i said "i really hate my fucking father."

so, here's to the asshole. 

MAY YOU ROT IN HELL.

well, i've finally convinced the computer that it's cool to actually work, and that it's all the latest fasion to let me on the internet, so here i am.  it's only a temporary fix, so the computer's gonna be in the shop sometime soon.  ^_^

so, i think i'm finally realising how much it fucking sucks to be single... especially in the summer.

but, i'm not worrying about that too much.

so, the 9th...  aagusta's gig >_< it's gonna be amazing... everyone must come, unless told otherwise (aka- barb, luke, and kate- i think that's it so far...)

but yeah. i bleached her hair and then colored it purple... but for some reason the bleach isnt working all that well, and some of her hair is it's natural color.

OH MAN!!! i'm SO FUCKING PSYCHED!!!  the first practice of the reformed Arcadia is scheduled for TOMORROW!!!!  but i'm betting that (as always) something will come up and we wont be able to practice... but i'm hoping that's not the case.  maybe aagusta can get some relationship advice from the maker of cool- aka- greg- aka- eggy- aka- mr. cool shoes- aka- FAT AND UGLY.  hehe >_< that was fun. 

so, yeah.  that's my life.  pretty boring, isnt it?

p.s.  i cant wait until music camp!... a week away from my parents... eight hours of playing bass each day... the only bad thing is the not seeing my friends thing... at least jenn will be there ^_^.

on that note, i'm off to clean my room.

-crysssssssssssssssssssssi

so, i've been planning the rest of my life- here it is, so i dont forget.

tomorrow:  go to kunkel auto and get those gloves that i need, and some brakleen.

tuesday:  lunch with ms. baugher and jenn

wednesday:  mall run with augusta- which reminds me- bring your guitar and we'll try to play glycerine together- and then dying her hair.

thursday:  augusta's death.  well, she's not gonna die- she's just getting her finger cut off.  well, she's not getting it cut off, they're just making a tiny incision and taking out a piece of glass.  then, if she's not dead, i'm hangin out with her and her peeps.

firday: cant remember.

saturday: cant remember that either.

sunday: guess what... i cant remember.

monday-friday: once again, cant remember.

saturday:  daddy's company picnic with augusta, then off to dedannon's for an amazing show, by none other than augusta christensen herself! (and me playing violin on one song.)

sunday-saturday: BAND CAMP!!!

then i die.  it's as simple as that.