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Chris oo la la

yeah... that

About Me

Chrisoula. Pronunciation: Chris-oo-la. im a damn awesome person. if you cant see it then thats your loss. live for the day and dont expect anything from anyone because with expectation comes disappointment.

My Interests

music, good converstation, writing, people watching, learning new things, change.

I'd like to meet:

Inquire within

Music:

Cure, vnv, Smiths, Diary of Dreams, Dark Tranquility, Uranium235, Bright Eyes, taking back sunday, the Used (and abused), Tapping The Vein, Faith No More, Norah Jones, Joy Division, the Faint, Radiohead, MSI, Death Cab For Cutie, 80's new wave and hair bands, Nirvana, Muse, Coheed and Cambria, Baxter, Opeth, depeche mode, Frank Sinatra, tears for fears, Pixies, pantera, Frankie Vallie, wumpscut, danzing, queens of the stoneage, outkast, guns and roses, Wolfsheim, ride, suzanne vega, afi, the get up kids, stellastarr, assemblage 23, lockup, brand new, juvenile, tool, bauhaus, ben folds, billie holiday, cranberries, cyndi lauper, rolling stones, death in june, dimmu borgir, felix da housecat, miss. kitten, happy mondays, 7 year biotch, le tigre, ministry, k's choice, chris isaak, motzart, nin, queen, tool, sisters of mercy, billy idol, soul asylum, fleetwood mac, janis joplin, elvis, sublime, amos lee, collective soul, sex pistols, the gypsy kings, tori amos, type o, ultravox, wu-tang, dollshead, switchblade symphony, the stray cats, spin doctors, ramones, peaches, ladytron, candlebox, gin blossoms, r.e.m, meatloaf... and many more

Movies:

almost every one

Television:

The twilight zone.

Books:

anything with substance

Heroes:

my yiayia. jack the ripper. lorena bobbit

My Blog

playing the angel

I'm not sure What I'm looking for anymore I just know That I'm harder to console I don't see who I'm trying to be Instead of me But the key Is a question of control Can you say What you're t...
Posted by Chris oo la la on Sat, 06 May 2006 03:11:00 PST

December 2000

December 2000 Evanescent (Chrisoula's poem)© Four concrete walls with ceiling high, Far beyond the seeing eye, Entraps my soul which yearns to fly, And among these confines, I hang my head and cry, "...
Posted by Chris oo la la on Sun, 08 Jan 2006 04:51:00 PST