Saying It Well...

Khrystine's favorite quotes


"If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything."— Mark Twain

Modern Muse

Modern Muse
Adriana Lima in Elle Magazine

Saturday, April 30, 2005

Indie Girl

I just took a quiz on what kind of girl I am. Check it out: http://www.cookingtohookup.com/quiz/

It's no good pretending that any relationship has a future if your record collections disagree violently or if your favorite films wouldn't even speak to each other if they met at a party.
-- Nick Hornby,
High Fidelity

An Indie Girl's life is a Statement with a capital S, but unlike the Granola Girl, the statement is not political -- it's artistic. Indie Girls consider themselves actresses in the movie of life. Your meal needs to be constructed like an independent film. If you're bringing her over for a date, you are playing a character in her movie. If you create a setting, props, and a soundtrack that are good enough to avoid the cutting-room floor, she's yours.

You can boil the Indie Girl down to two words: cultural literacy. Or how about these two: media consumption. As the Gourmet Girl loves food and all that goes with it, the Indie Girl loves media: books, movies, music, and art. The good news is you don't have to be rich, good-looking, or famous to win this girl's heart. The bad news is she will judge you based on your music choices, the books you read, and the films you watch.

She Might Be a Indie Girl if:

  1. She drives: a classic car, a VW beetle, a Mini Cooper, or a Vespa scooter.-yea!
  2. She can talk for more than ten minutes about: obscure pop culture.
  3. She begins her sentences with: "It's like that Simpsons episode . . ."-yea!
  4. She'd never: drive a mini-van.
  5. She owns any of the following: TiVo, a mini-DV camera, an iPod, a pottery wheel, a serger, or a lava lamp.
Lava lamps! Yea!

Sunday, April 24, 2005

We Don't Need No Education

My high school has a new administration this year and they are freaking insane. For example.
My friend missed school because she went to on a field trip to the hospital. She has diabetes and is really interested in medical stuff. Well she did not have a note because field trips are automatically excused. The administration calls her down to the office to give her Saturday school because she has ONE "unexcused" absence. She says "I was at the hospital" and before she has time to explain why the assistant principal says "Yeah, sure you were." Not only does this not give time for the student to explain herself, but she has a freaking insulin pump on her hip, what the hell are they challenging her for?
It gets worse. My other friend gives a note excusing an absence to the attendance office who are slow and get annoyed if you ever ask them anything (once they sat there telling me I couldn't go home even though I was obviously having a panic attack and hyperventilating). The note does not get put through by the time my friend gets called down for the freaking Saturday School, so she picks it up from the note submission basket on her way. "How convenient," Little Miss Bitch says, "and I expect you want me to believe that is legitimate? You just wrote it, didn't you?" "Call my mom," Innocent Cool Chick counters. Well then Student Body Officer Big Shot Hottie comes in and openly admits to sluffing. So-LMB lets him off. Now SBOBSH is a nice guy and I am not blaming him, but what the hell, right? So ICC says "Excuse me? He does not have a note and you will let him off but not me? Doesn't that go against your own rules? The ones you set and enforce, albeit ineffeiciently? Why-" So then LMB interrupts with "I suggest you shut up. If you bring this up again, you will be suspended."
And they are shortening our lunch period by 15 minutes next year.
Please tell me how i should deal with these bastards.
Excuse my obscenity.

Tuesday, April 12, 2005

Still I Rise by Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Wednesday, April 06, 2005



How to make a Katherina
Ingredients:

5 parts competetiveness

5 parts crazyiness

5 parts ego
Method:
Stir together in a glass tumbler with a salted rim. Add lovability to taste! Do not overindulge!

Saturday, February 12, 2005

Blog Blogg Bloggg

Amie-J has been yelling at me to be more current on my posts so here i am. Unfortunately I don't know what to say. JoAnna and I had an awesome conversation at her place about dogmatic morality and perfection. No one on earth can achieve perfection, yet we all try and feel like a failure if we don't. Why is this? Share your thoughts.

Thursday, January 06, 2005

Thursday, December 16, 2004

Woops.

So I have not written in a while. Woops.
I am not doing well in school. At all. I think I'll pass, but I am currently freaking out. This is because I am to write a paper on a cont4roversial issue AND (this is the hard part) come up with a solution. Agh!! If I had solutions to the world's most pressing problems, I would have a job.
On the other hand, I have an A in Spanish & due to my computer class can type 50 words per minute. Thats twice the alleged average. Woo hoo!

Tuesday, November 02, 2004

Election Day

Today is election day, and I will be glad when it is over. That is, unless I have to be surrounded by people whining about who won. Hopefully we will all just be mature and accept the will of the people. I have only told two people who I am voting for, and I am somewhat astonished at my ability to keep my own secret, especially from my family. I have no idea who I support as Guv'ner, but at least I like them both so I trust we'll be in good hands. I cannot say the same for president. The two main party canidates both kinda scare me. I think Bush is strong and Kerry is intelligent, which is good, but it means whoever wins will either be somewhat weak or unintelligent. That makes me nervous. Frankly I think it would be hilarious if everyone just voted for Nader. But I don't know that that would be good either.

I'm scared to have to vote.

Monday, October 11, 2004

Hate

Do you ever feel such utter self-hate you could do something drastic?
I want to run away.

Saturday, October 09, 2004

My People

I come from a grand family. As they sat around my house this evening I once again realized how beautiful they all are. Perhaps you would like to meet them? I'll begin with those in attendance.
First is my eldest aunt, who my mother refers to as the baroness. She is well named. Regal and rich with life, the Baroness has a story to tell about everything. She has had experience with all kinds of people. She has at the very least slight understanding of Greek due to a love affair she had with one. Her big brown eyes look innocent, but her smile doesn't. She is perhaps the sweetest lady I have ever known.
Except of course for my other darling auntie, who at the moment I somehow feel inclined to call empress Marie. She is always calm and cordial. She and her husband embody hospitality, even at someone else's residence. She reminds me of a Victorian lady, always polite, the very picture of cool refinement.
Next in the oldest generation is my mother, the self-proclaimed matriarch, or queen mother. She is like a glass of champagne. She is so elegant, so refined, yet bright and bubbly at the same time. She is full of the same social grace naturally that a glass of wine or two seems to promise. She is married to my father, who like all the men in my family, is full of strength and passion. (Actually the entire family is.) My father is the hardest-working person I know. He has a great many dreams. He also has an overwhelming charm. My father may not be able to do everything, but he can persuade people to do nearly anything for him.
If we refer to the first generation as royalty, let compare to the succeeding generations as the jewels of the crown. First we have Diana, in a stone which may be unexpected: Turquoise. Earthy, bright, and at times fiercely independent, Diana is who I go shopping with and the source of family information. She is wildly, unbelievably generous.
Also there were two of my siblings. The first, Stephen, is I believe, deserving of the title Lord Protector. I would say his family's stones are onyx and diamonds-strong, nearly indestructible, with a black and white sense of who they are and who they are not. Stephen is protective (particularly of the womanfolk) and I honestly believe he would die-and kill-for us. His wife is bubbly, bright, and gets along with everyone. I was only three when they married, but none the less, I have never had to get used to the idea of her as a sister. He also has two children. His daughter is one year younger than me and his son three years. It is impossible to explain how much I love them. Gigi is so mellow, yet so honest. She has never taken any crap regarding her or her family. In fact she once yelled at a friend of mine (who wasn't altogether sure who she was) who she felt had violated me. I vow to do the same for her, as I believe there are two people (I know of now) that I was born for, and she is one of them. I was so nervous when re-meeting her three years ago we would have grown apart and am eternally grateful we didn't. My nephew James is also one of my greatest friends. Although he is only a few years younger than me, I love to brag about him. He is turning into a sweet, noble prince of a young man. That will probsly embarrass him, and so will this, but I often get impressions of his vast potential. I think he has the spiritual and mental capacity to become truly great, like George Washington great.
Lastly, my elder sister was there. She is the pearl. She has always reminded me of angels, and it is said that when my parents first uttered her name, heavenly hosts did sing. She doesn't believe me when I say this, but young gentlemen can never take their eyes off her. (This is true for Gigi as well, but I think she realizes it more.)She has also inspired comparisons to warm cookies and goddesses. She has taught me about self-respect and I have more fun with her than almost any other time. I can tell her anything, and tho she may say i don't do it very often, she taught me to listen with empathy and grace.
I have two other siblings to talk about, as well as their friends I like to count as sisters, plus a baby boy I love to pieces. At least 80% of those people will be at my house tomorrow in honor of my brother's 26th birthday. So happy birthday Benj! And I will talk about them tomorrow.

Wednesday, September 29, 2004

Trouble In The Third Chakra

Last night I went to a Carol Tuttle seminar thing and learned about the seven chakras. The chakras are areas in your body that symbolize different issues and ideas. We did this test where we supposedly find which chakras are unbalanced. My most heavily unbalanced chakra is the third, which deals with power and identity. The test thing showed symptoms of excess. But what does this mean? I feel an excessive sense of power and identity? Can you feel an excessive sense of identity? Maybe that's what narcissism is. I am kind of narcissistic. But I seriously thought I'd have the least problem with that. However as I was reading the affirmations for clearing your chakra, it kinda made sense. Acknowledging things like you can't fully be yourself because it's risky or it's bad or you'll offend people. I wish I was fearless.

Thursday, September 16, 2004

Witnessed a totally annoying conversation today. You guys all know that sub Bob who doesn't have legs and likes to yell at everyone? (Not to be insensitive about injuries or whatev, it's just the easiest way to identify him.) Well I had him for art history today. This kid comes in late complaining he nearly got caught in the hall sweep and the he doesn't prefer the new administration. So Bob yells about how you shouldn't insult educators and I'm thinking why? What makes them so special? Then the guy says he wasn't insulting anyone, just stating his opinion. So Bob blows up-"the problem is you are at the age where you think you know more than anyone and you don't and one day you will realize that." All because the dude didn't agree with the administration. So much for the 1st amendment.

Monday, September 13, 2004

FBLA

Here I am at a Future Business Leaders of America meeting. Sara's just told me exactly where the answer to whether she will go to the dance with Lex or not is. It's so clever! And he is so stressed out. I am not sure what we are actually supposed to be discussing. And now Suneeti is leaving. And she's president. So now its just me and Aurora and Sara. So I guess we accomplished nothing. Story of my life.

Sunday, September 12, 2004

Well Eli told me about this place, and I am way excited to tell everyone what I think, because I am very opinionated. Not to give the impression that I'm way conceited, but I love to talk about me. So now when my friends get sick of talking to me, I can write about me! And probably them too. But I'll always use a name they don't go by, in case of psychos. Not that anyone will read this any way. So. Now that I've gone on about nothing for a while, I'm going to go eat some pie & leave you with a quote for the day. Ciao!
Katherina Aquitane


You must have been suffering from poetry again.
----Li Po