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Name: Crystal
Country: United States
State: Pennsylvania
Metro: Boiling Springs
Birthday: 2/14/1988
Gender: Female
Interests: shopping. friends. late nights at Wal-Mart. talking. PARTYING. The Navy. Taco Bell. BOYS. punk-skateboarders. softball. bright colors. not matching. CHUCKS. ASHLEE SIMPSON. Georgia. Seattle. polka dots. checkers. thrift stores. striped shirts. flirting. Music. LIP RINGS. Flip Flops/ sandals. Movies. Icecream. Mexican Food. Skinny Dipping. Reeses Pieces. Love. Streaking in the cold. tattoos. yellow and orange. black nail polish. running. getting as far away from this town as possible. being different. rebeling. liberalism. porn.
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Expertise: Just being myself and hating the world
Occupation: Sales
Industry: Retail
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AIM:  tastelessxkisses
Member Since:
1/7/2005
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| So last night I had an interesting talk with my dad. He told me that I
needed to start dressing preppy because its proven that preppy kids get
better grades than "punk" kids. He was also mad that I didn't go to
prom. I just didn't care to go. He said he would have paid it all. Oh
well. It's all Timothy's fault I didn't go..haha I'm just kidding, but
you better make it up to me next year.
Stopped by Tim's tonight. Had a madd rad time. Hulla hoops and skateboards.....lol <3
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| Yesterday I hung out with Kelly Clark the whole day in Shipp. We went
to the psychic. I think that I got a good reading. I'm going to die at
77, and me and Kelly are going to California to become rockstars. I
found it funny that Kelly and I had been talking about doing that
before we went in there. I found out a little about my love life..good
stuff though. Then we went to the mall and got some new clothes. We
then chilled for a while. Kelly got her hair cut and got black
highlights. It looks hott. Then we went to the B & A and got
milkshakes. Matt was there and his g/f who wanted my body, and this
hott kid with a hott mohawk. Then we left and we followed these guys in
this black truck for awhile. They kept turning around and waving at us
and then they stuck a piece of paper up I guess with a number or party
directions on it, but we couldn't read it...major bummer. Then we lost
them cause we went straight and they turned. We keep getting looks for
everyone that night. We must have looked super dooper hott. haha
hahaha I totally forgot that earlier that day Kelly took me back to my
house to write my parents a note and on the way back she asked me if
she should get gas in Boiling Springs and I'm like you'll be fine, just
wait. So then halfway to Shipp we ran out of gas...right in the middle
of the road!! So then we had to get help and push her car off to the
side and this nice man took us to get gas. hahaha It was so funny. Her
car is so ghetto fabulous. We have a pencil stuck in the power button
on her radio to get it to work. It's so gangsta rigged!
MOHAWKS ARE HOTT...
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| I haven't written for a little while so I figured I should. Today Kelly
and I went to the mall. She got some applications. I got Tim some new
gellie braclets because I told him that I would. I got new capris, a
shirt, shoes, and more gellies. I believe that I'm going with Kelly on
Friday to go to the psychics and maybe to get her hair cut with her and
hopefully the B & A cafe.
Yeah..I stuck up for you....that's how much I care...
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| So a lot has been on my mind. First school. I'm starting to realize how
much I fucked around these past 3 years. Partying was always more
important than studying and doing my homework. I had to hang out with
my friends I couldn't spend an hour studying or doing school work. Now
it's seriously hitting me, knowing that I could have done something
with my life, but now I fucked it up....
Second, this boy has broken my heart multiple times and I keep letting
him. He's into her and she's into him..they just need to get back
together..it my save a few broken hearts.
ehhhh...life goes on?
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| You're more punk, hardcore, mod, straightedge, emo, indie than me. Your
hair is cooler, your pants are tighter, you have more tattoos. You have
cooler pins on your messenger bag and your favorite band is more
obscure than mine. Your shoes are more vintage and so is your t-shirt.
You own more black clothes than me. I don't even own a trucker cap OR a
denim jacket. Your glasses are thicker and blacker than mine, the plugs
in your ears are bigger. You know more people in bands and your black
jelly bracelets are the envy of scenesters everywhere. Your photography
is blacker and whiter, your Makeoutclub profile is wittier, and you
have much better soul records. Your tie is whiter, or redder, or
blacker. Your scene points are double, perhaps triple, mine. Because as
we all know, that's what really matters. In a scene where the music has
taken a backseat to the haircuts, you win and I lose. | | |
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