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About Me

I walk the streets of Japan till I get lost cause it doesn't remind me of anything With a graveyard tan carrying a cross cause it doesn't remind me of anything I like studying faces in a parking lot cause it doesn't remind me of anything I like driving backwards in the fog cause it doesn't remind me of anything

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Peter MacKay, Rick Mercer, the guy who is always crossing the road when the Number 4 gets to the intersection at Windsor and North at 8:02am.

Music:

Matthew Good, Patty Griffin, Coldplay, Keith Andrews, Matthew Barber, Wheat, Martha Wainwright, The Killers, Matt Mays and El Torpedo, Joel Plaskett, The Ladies and Gentlemen, Foo Fighters, Wil, U2, Sandbox, The Who, Beatles, Robbie Williams, Rent, Rant, Everclear, No Doubt, Gewn Stefani, Maroon 5, Beastie Boys, Red Hot Chilli Peppers, Oasis, Beck, Billy Joel, Sarah Harmer, Sarah Slean, The Trews, Sloan, Odds, Lenny Kravitz, Madonna, Pearl Jam, Radiohead, The Philosopher Kings, and some other crap that I'm not so proud of. And Justin Timberlake. That's right. I'm not ashamed. And you're just lying to yourself if you deny your love for him too.

Movies:

ELIZABETHTOWN.Old School, Zoolander, Traffic, The English Patient, Memento, The Royal Tennenbaums, About a Boy, Sliding Doors, The Goonies and Adventures in Babysitting (you know it!)

Television:

Sex and the City, Grey's Anatomy, ER, CPAC (Starring Peter MacKay, my future husband) The Hour, Rick Mercer Report.

Books:

The English Patient, The Time Traveller's Wife, A Complicated Kindness, The Piano Teacher, Plainsong, Last Orders, From the Mixed Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiller, The Kite Runner, Night.

Heroes:

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My Blog

You think that I forgot cause I'm not saying anything. But I'm thinking a lot.

- Baby, what's with the Pinter pause? - Don't call me baby. I hate it when you call me baby. - Don't change the subject baby. What's with the Pinter pause? - Excuse me? &nb...
Posted by Crystal on Thu, 28 Sep 2006 11:44:00 PST

the sound of the wind through my bones makes me laugh at all the bodies I kissed and never knew

ring RING ring RING. fumble fumble fumble ring RING "OK, I HEAR YOU. I GET IT!" fumble fumble success. glare at phone and speak. "Hello?" "Hel...
Posted by Crystal on Mon, 27 Mar 2006 08:59:00 PST

Tell the whole world, we're waiting. I'm taking my seat. Oh, oh, oh lucky me.

Because every life event should contain as much humor/horror as possible, I present for your review: Things you never want to hear discussed by your grandmother and uncle. The Place: My grandparents' ...
Posted by Crystal on Fri, 03 Mar 2006 10:38:00 PST

Im just sad for myself because I know youre clear. But I would love it if you were here.

For the past few years, every time I would visit Papa I found myself thinking the same thought over and over again. How long is a day in the dark? Or even an hour? Papa had a har...
Posted by Crystal on Mon, 27 Feb 2006 09:18:00 PST

I lie in wait for the better part of the day.

Playing the waiting game. Sometimes words fail me. I think I'll let Sarah Harmer do the talking for today. She calls early in the morning about money that I might have spent.It's a classic case o...
Posted by Crystal on Wed, 22 Feb 2006 08:57:00 PST

There goes my hero, watch him as he goes. There goes my hero. He's ordinary.

Dr. Seuss wrote a lovely little charmer entitled Please Try to Remember the First of Octember. If you haven't read it before, I highly recommend you give it a flip-through. For the purposes of this bl...
Posted by Crystal on Mon, 20 Feb 2006 06:26:00 PST

So you don't know where you're going, and you wanna talk.

Rain pounds angrily from the dark July night sky, falling against my windowpane, rousing me from unrestful sleep. In a fit of inspiration, I moved my bed next to the window in quiet hope that one day ...
Posted by Crystal on Thu, 16 Feb 2006 08:41:00 PST

And it's a sad sad world when a girl will break a boy just because she can.

I get hit on rather a lot. Perhaps it's the glasses. Perhaps it's the rhetoric. Perhaps it's the fact that I will talk to a brick wall until a) it tells me to shut up; or b) it crumbles. Really, there...
Posted by Crystal on Wed, 15 Feb 2006 10:24:00 PST

Is this real cause I feel fake. Oprah Winfrey, Rikki Lake teach me things I don't need to know.

Five things you dont know about me: -- I pushed my brother in front of a moving car when I was 6. Even though he told me to do it, he talks about it incessantly as the time Crystal tried to k...
Posted by Crystal on Mon, 13 Feb 2006 09:11:00 PST

They're all looking for hits. I'd rather lay on the hood of an old car.

I make stupid choices every day. Each stupid choice seems worse than the last stupid choice. Some stupid choices are small and inconsequential, some stupid choices are huge and require damage control....
Posted by Crystal on Sun, 12 Feb 2006 12:07:00 PST