Hello My Fanatically Crazy World..

I'm back, sorry I haven't posted in a
while but I've got a lot to share with you today.

So! On October 9th me and dad attended Halloween Horror Nights.
It was.. incredible. (A birthday present from mom and dad for me =] )
The houses, the scare zones, the rides, the scare actors. It was just all so amazingly incredible.

We had express passes of course, got to go to the head of all the lines but there was a catch we found out on the Simpson's ride. We could only use the passes 1 time, per ride and house. Anything that had a line we could only use our passes once for them. Which was gay because we wanted to go twice on that ride and we couldn't unless we wanted to wait in line for like 35 minutes like everyone else. NOT.

I didn't get any pictures worth showing so I just snagged the ones from the site but here they are, some photos previewing Halloween Horror Nights--Orlando, FL. :









Reflections of Fears was obviously Bloody Mary. Most... intense scare house of them all.
She is the definition of fear. In the beginning you see her office.. normal. Then her co-workers. And the patients. And the tests. And the loophole of them having to face their fears over and over was just..freaky. Let me tell you. That narrow hallway with the mirror? So....NOT.
It was a mirror and then it was gone. And she was there. I wasn't paying attention so she got up in my ear and said: "Look at me." I didn't. Those 3 words had me shoving dad forward to go faster and get the heck outta there. Scared me to bits.

Now, Dead Exposure had me laughing my freaking butt off. Dad was in front of me. I was holding onto his blue backpack. (He got it for free at the entrance.) 2 Girls and their guy friend were huddled behind me. WELL! We get in. The photographer is checking the windows. The doors. Making sure everything is locked. Why do you ask? Well carnivorous man eating zombies are right outside and he's the only human left. We are there to live through his terror. We do. Zombies pop out of hidden places and scare the foshizzle out of the trio behind me. And every time they get scared who do they latch onto? Me. It had me laughing my butt off. I wasn't mad one bit. It actually was a lot of fun. If I could have I would have done it all over again with the same people. That crap was hilarious. They tackled me about 6 times. Had me rolling the whole way through and when we came up on the end..(the zombies got in and ate the poor photographer) Those three could not have moved any faster. It was to die for. Literally. Dad and me saw a zombie at the door(hidden of course it was hard to make him out but since we saw him he didn't mess with us. So dad.. walks really slow(yeah he knew those three were all up on me) and while the trio 'ews' their way through his innerds being eaten raw we exit through the door and WHAM! The zombie jumps out and they tackled me. Again. I almost fell over but it was the funniest thing thats ever happened to me. They kept apologizing afterwards. Their guy friend even scolded them: 'I can't believe you. You basically mauled that poor girl down!' Greatest. Experience. Of. My. Life. E.V.E.R. I could not have thought up anything better to do than enjoy that laugh worthy memory for the rest of my life. It was great.

If one of you three are reading this now. I'll be there next year! Feel free to scream, latch on or tackle me whenever need be! That was just... the highlight of my first time there. Thanks.

That's all for now I think.
Maybe when I wake up later I'll post some more.

Laterz!

-Crys-

Dear World Its Been A Rough Year...

So.. Its been a long while now. I'm really sorry I haven't kept up with my journal but things happened and keeping journal was the furthest thing from my mind.
After my birthday last year I took my amazing dog Thor to the vet. He was having urinary problems and we couldn't figure out what was going on. Vet game him some steroids to fix the problem because be broke.. yes.. broke.. his.. junk. Any ways, months later he got better. By 6 months he was back to the urinary problem. We saw a different vet who went the whole nine yards testing Thor to see what was up. He had a extremely enlarged bladder. We immediately went to a specialist. Thor had gotten bad by that time. He didn't want to eat, he moved slow, he didn't respond to things he used to cherish. Then came time for the tests. We left Thor there in the trusting hands of the specialized vets. Hours later when dad woke me up from a nap, he looked tired and worn out. Aged almost. So did mom. They told me the vet called. Then they told me I had two options. To either put Thor down or bring him home and make him comfortable. I wouldn't be able to watch Thor suffer and slowly slip away. And I wouldn't allow him to suffer. So without even needing to think about it I told them I wanted to put him to sleep. We drove to the vet specialist, I told them my decision and signed forms confirming my choice. His fate was sealed. When they brought him in I barely recognized him. So sick, weak and uninterested. So unlike the Thor I knew 6 months earlier. So unlike the dog that had protected me for the last 5 years. My hero. My guardian angel. My best friend. I cried. I held him and I cried. He was so soft. Fragile and tired. I wondered if he knew what was going to happen. If he accepted it. If he welcomed it. Did he hate me for making this decision for him? Did he want this to happen? Would he feel it? Would he be happy where he was heading? Would he be okay? So many things running through my head and yet the only thing to pass my lips and into his ears was about how much I loved him. How sorry I was. I couldn't watch. Dad knew this. He cried too. I took the car keys, went outside, crawled into the car and cried my heart out. It seemed like hours for dad to come out as well. It was only about 10 minutes. He didn't say anything to me. Later, dad told me when the vet injected the anesthesia Thor closed his eyes and just... fell asleep. Dad saw this and stopped her when she went to give him the lethal injection. Thor had died as soon as the pain was gone. But by law she had to give him all the doses and did just that. Thor passed away on Tuesday. Just four days before Prom. I was determined to get a refund for my ticket and give it away to someone else. My friends demanded I go. Said I needed to get out. To be happy. To celebrate. But how can you be happy, when your heart was just ripped out in a matter of a few hours? My world was turned upside down and destroyed within one day. I won't be the same. I agreed to go to Prom. I had been planning to go with my friend Hope. She canceled on me, went her own way and said I should find my own way. Susan yanked me off the ground and dragged me to Prom. And I had a blast. Even though Thor was gone, I managed to be happy for him.
Even though the house is empty without him and I no longer hear his excited howl at my arrival, I can still see his face. Memories flood my mind every time I think of him. Thor tackling Anthony. Thor marking Anthony as property. (You know what I mean people! And If you don't laugh at this, then you need some serious help!!) Thor coloring my bed blue with my hair dye. Thor making my life-size bear Clyde into his new bed on the floor. Waking up to see Thor snoring in bed next to me. Yes. He snored. Thor eating creamer and getting his whiskers all clumped up. Thor wrestling Athena. Thor laying in the sun.
Thor. Thor. Thor. I love you.
Ginger died shortly after him. Old, tired, weak and a life lived good and long. She was 14 years old. She would have been 15 this August.

Thor passed away on April 7th, 2008. He was only 5 years old.

This is a picture of the THREE MUSKETEERS. Only Athena remains.
Ginger followed after late May of 2008. She was 14 1/2.
 

Graduation was really.. packed.
It was held on May 27th at the Amway Arena. We left early. Heres some photos.
Oh.. PS. I graduated with A's. Booya.

Headed for the arena.

Mom and dads view from their seats. Look at how many chairs there are for us seniors to sit on. And let me tell you, That's not even HALF of the graduating class. We only stayed until I got my pictures taken for the walk and then we booked it out of there.

Mom snapped some pics while we waited for dad to come around with the car.

I chose to celebrate at Denny's. Yum yum eat it up. Mom snapped more pics.
Dad bought me flowers for the occasion.

This is dad. Yep. That's my dad in all his get up gear.

This is me and my mom at Denny's. Isn't she pretty? Dad took the pic. I'm surprised he didn't drop the camera. He's not a technology kind of person.
This is my favorite photo. Love you mommy.

PROM:

Hair done, nails did, dress on.

My corsage. Mom and dad got it for me since I didn't have a date.

On the wrist like WHOA!

The invitation.

The inside invitation.

Me and Susan. She looks so beautiful.

Susan, her boyfriend/date Dustin and me.

The ceiling.

The placement.

Me and KreaCilla.

Dessert. You wouldn't have liked the other two courses. Bleh.

Me and the girls.

Senior year was pretty harsh but I worked hard and along the way, I lost some very important people to me.



This is Courtney. I mentioned her in previous entries. She passed away from bone marrow cancer. She never told anyone at school. In fact, none of us found out until she was gone. There's a tree planted in her memory at TCHS. She was only 18 years old. RIP. <3


This is Jimmy. James "Jimmy" Pierce. He was struck by a car on his way home. It was dark and the driver never saw Jimmy walking on the side of the road. This is my favorite picture of him. I took it on my last day on the bus. He was only 16 years old. RIP. <3

This summer was good. Chilled out and got ready for college.
Oh by the way. I'm going to the local community college now.

Now I'd just taking one day at a time and trying my best not to fall apart without Thor by my side. Mom says his job was done but, I know it was far from over. I still need protection, still need him.

Until next time.

Take care,
-Crys-

PS. My birthday is on September 19th. I'll be turning 19 so in case I don't get on that day to post new pics and say a few things...

Happy 19th Birthday Joshua!
Love you baby boy!

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Dear World I'm 18 Years Old Now..

My birthday has already come and passed this September 19th. Now it being October 2nd it has been a while since my last post and that I should have blogged about my birthday when it happened instead of weeks later. But things happen, life becomes fun and soon enough your consumed by your own happiness or even tragedy. Well mine was happiness. I had a great birthday. Friday my parents, me and 2 friends went out to dinner at Fridays and had a great time. I highly recommend eating there atleast once in your lifetime. Its sooooo good. The workers sang to me. Including this really cute guy who made me blush big time by singin: "Someones cheeks are getting red!" It was funny. Fun. & Embarassing. But I loved it. At school it seems the majority of people who go there have a September birthday. Which is weird because September has always made me feel special and with everyone floating around with balloons just like mine made me feel less special. Until ppl I didnt even know wished me a happy birthday. It was nice. I came home happy. 18 can you believe it? I cant. I dont even feel 18 but yep I am. Its weird.

Hi mommy! I know your reading this and thinking. "What a blonde, didnt even mention her own mother." HA! Totally didnt forget you. Thank you for seducing the milkman and conceiving me. It should have won you a grammy but meh Hollywood doesnt pay attention to things like that. Apparently teddys can get you a long way when Milkmen get bored onna hot day. Haha. Love you mom. Thank you for everything you've ever done.

So my dear world of caring readers, forgive me for not blogging as often as I should or as often as others like to but this year its all about studying and getting straight A's or A's & B's. Gotta be impressive for college aps right? Forgive me for future mishaps and stalls where I barely get on to update you. I dont mean it. I'm just busy. So goodnight. Sweet dreams. Rock on.

Laterz

-Crys-

Dear World If Your Still Listenning...

Two of my brothers.. Eric and AJ. Are in the Army. I know its supposed to be this great cause. But I watch the news. I'm not stupid. I know whats happenning. I know how deadly this war is. I know they chose this life. But what about me? What about mom and dad? Did they not think of anyone besides themselves when they signed up? How could they be so stupid as to voluntarily put their lives on the line for a war? Yes. I believed in the war at first. Okay no I didnt I was scared out of my bloody mind. But hello! I was a kid when this all started. I see the families of soldiers mourning because they've just received news of their loved ones dying in the line of duty. I dont give a flying F*. I didnt want this life. I dont need this life. I dont want to be those families. Panicing, praying and hoping that if theres a god out there to take care of them and bring them back safely. No. I want a normal life. One where the only thing I have to worry about is what colleges to apply for. I dont need this. I'm only 17. I should be picking out an outfit for parties on friday nights, not sitting by the phone to hear the latest news on deployment and stationing. I didnt sign up for this and yet I find not only myself but my whole family caught in the middle because my brothers decided to be brave idiots. The war has enough casualties. I dont want my brothers added to the list. I dont want to stand over their caskets. I dont want to mourn. I dont want to search a great big wall for their names in which their ingraved in honor of their duty. No. What I want is for them to be here. Here. Alive. Safe. Home. I want to hear they've proposed to someone they love. To hear their expecting. Not to get a phone call from some stuck up Army man telling us we've lost one or both of them. Are you freaking insane? Gimme a break. Their my family not your human shields. I dont care if its for the country. These are my brothers.
Their not coming home for 4th of July. I doubt they'll be here for my birthday. Or Christmas. At one point in my life I can remember feeling so sorry for the lost soldiers families. Now I find myself behind the scenes and smack dab in the middle.

Someone save me.
Save them.
End this.

-Crys-

Dear World Though You May Not Be Listenning...

My junior year is coming to a sad yet impatiently waited for end. THANK GOD! LITERALLY THANK GOD! Senior year next year is the last year I will ever have to step foot in TC and I cant bloody well wait!

I'm not saying that junior year wasnt fun at times and made me happy but being annoyed by super dumb freshman can be a hastle... especially when they force the population of our HS to reach over 4200 students. It makes it harder to get to classes on time and makes it unbearable to fit in.. anywhere.

But other then the ordinary drama of ur mommas so fat jokes moving on.

Like tailgating jerks who think their sooooo great.

Or dogs that just dont listen to a dang word you say.

Newho.. I think that bout sums up what i've been doing.

Summers probably going to suck because I have to take summer school.. but the upside is I get to stay with my grandparents for a week or two which is pretty sweet. I miss them so much you have no idea how hard it is being away from them. I miss helping Papa clean the pool and helping Nana cook and set the table. I especially miss hearing her yell at the TV at game shows and soap operas that were filmed years back. It may not sound like much but now that I think of it.. I miss it. It was weekend routine with them. And I really miss it. I miss the way Papa smells of Old Spice and the way my Nana laughs cause its just so darn cute. I didnt realize it but now I do.. I realize how much I depended on those moments and memories. And now thats all they are.. memories. Atleast until I visit them XD.

As the TMNT's say: Kawabunga!!

Mothers day is coming up. I didnt buy anything for mom instead I made her this AWESOME monkey out of clay.. i dug a hole in the top so that she could either put pens or pencils in it or even a candle!

She really likes it.. which kicks butt cause it makes her laugh everytime she sees it or thinks about it. Now all we have to do is name him. You can see a picture of him on her journal.

I made more jewlery this week. I think they rock and will soon post them up to begin selling them. Apparently me doing so is REALLY big on the market, which is cool with me if ppl like my stuff.

I'm going to be driving soon. Haha. Watch out old people here I come!.........................................................ROADTRIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WOOT WOOT!!

I am totally doing that! I HAVE too. It would totally be a waste of asphalt if I didnt. Lol.

*BeLcH!*

Newho I think this concludes my boring yet hoo-ma-rous rant.

Til next time my little tacos...

I like your pants around your feet

I like dirt thats on your knees

I like the way you still say please while your lookin up at me

Your like my fav damn disease...

Lada

-Crys-

Hello World..

Today is April 1st. Happy April Fools Day. Hope you had fun with your pranks. I drew something new today. I drew Johnny Depp as Jack Sparrow. It looks better in person though. Ill post it some other time. Too tired right now.

Have you ever been told that your not good enough? Not smart enough? Not pretty enough? Not.. enough? I have. I was told by my art teacher that I wasnt good enough. Art and Writing is my life. And truthfully I cried when she told me that. I actually concidered giving up art. Why? Because nobody believed in me. Cept for my mom and I love her for that. But what stopped me from giving up was not only my mom but my Creative Writing teacher Ms.Kohl who told me not to listen to my art teacher. That she believed that i'm a brilliant artist. So.. with her and my moms encouragement I didnt give up and people still tell me my work is beautiful. Something they wish they could accomplish.

When I was 12 years old someone I looked up to told me I wasnt good enough, that I'd never make it to college because I was lazy and fat. I cried. But I got over it and ignored them. Their not worth listenning to anymore. I dont even remember why I looked up to them in the first place. To me.. their not worth much anymore.

So.. the point of my never ending rant? Dont give up. To hell with what the haters think. Their not worth your tears. Just keep going forward. Let go of the past and look towards the future. Because in the end, you'll be the one with the smile.

Lada

-Crys-

Dear World..

Spring Break has come and gone and tomorrow school starts back up. Oh goody. Watch me gleam with excitement. Puh-Lease! I was so getting used to sleeping in and not working my ass off with stress. Now I'm forced to go back into that vastly large campus and try to prove myself good enough for college. Ugh. Why can't they just let us off for a bit more? I hate going to school and learning crap which isnt fun to learn. Unless its art and writing. Then i'm interested.

Thor. My dog. My rottie. My annoying pest. Has torn up my room. Worse then it already was. He found a bottle of cough medicine and decided to paint my bed with the red liquid cause he thought it would be so cute to show mommy his art work for when she returned from laundry and cookin food. Oh joy. Then he tore up the garabe bag I had filled cause he wanted to help mommy dispose of its evilness. Psh. Now I gotta clean all over again and do my best to clean my bed so I can sleep in it.

So.. How was your spring break? Work? Beach? Sun? Great. Good to hear it. I think I'll try laying in my bed now.. Night world. Remember. Its not whats under your bed you have to worry about. But whats on it. Like a pest of a dog who thinks its cute to dye mommys bed pink. Grr.

Goodnight.

Later.

With love,

-Crys-