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Christine

I don't care much for your kind.

About Me


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My name is CHRISTINE (aka CG Arevalo)
It means FOLLOWER OF CHRIST.
I like going on long drives.
I like to stare at the ocean.
I don't believe in love,
all the same, I don't believe in
people just trying to get into
other people's pants.
I have only God's love.
That's all I need.
I miss my family.
I'm not very clingy or affectionate.
And that seems to be a problem
For certain people
I'm tired of the way this feels.
Here are two of my little minions!
They are my best freinds,
and that's how it's been
for a long time, and that's how it will always be.
We have so many adventures together!
I have such a beautiful life that only get's
better every day. Sure I may cry some days, but
sometimes that's beautiful too.
See? I told you I had krabs!
She's not mad, just stretching.
The Gorton's Fisherman
He's MY LOVER
So pray
Pray fervently for your sons
They won't last long
Pray they don't come undone
They're in the line of fire
Their hearts will die
Cus here she comes
Pray for your sons
Cus here she comes...
MY SCARY ALTER EGO. ISN'T SHE VILLAINOUS?
" It has been said that the position of woman is the test of civilization, and that of our women was secure. In them was vested our standard of morals and the purity of our blood. The wife did not take the name of her husband nor enter his clan, and the children belonged to the clan of the mother. All of the family property was held by her, descent was traced in the maternal line, and the honor of the house was in her hands. Modesty was her chief adornment; hence the younger women were usually silent and retiring: but a woman who had attained to ripeness of years and wisdom, or who had displayed notable courage in some emergency, was sometimes invited to a seat in the council.Thus she ruled undisputed within her own domain, and was to us a tower of moral and spiritual strength, until the coming of the border white man, the soldier and trader, who with strong drink overthrew the honor of the man, and through his power over a worthless husband purchased the virtue of his wife or his daughter. When she fell, the whole race fell with her.Before this calamity came upon us, you could not find anywhere a happier home than that created by the Indian woman. There was nothing of the artificial about her person, and very little disingenuousness in her character. Her early and consistent training, the definiteness of her vocation, and, above all, her profoundly religious attitude gave her a strength and poise that could not be overcome by any ordinary misfortune."
The Soul of the Indian Dr Charles Alexander Eastman, 1911
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My Interests

ANTHROPOLOGY,
PHOTOGRAPHY,
ARCHAEOLOGY,
SINGING WITH MY
HEAD UP, WITH MY
EYES CLOSED
BECAUSE I LOVE
TO SING
WITH ALL MY HEART
AND ALL MY SOUL
LIVING
PRAYING
BEING RETARDED

BEING UNBELIEVABLY COOL
EATING COCO PEBBLES
HUGGING MY BARBY (NOT BARBIE)
PRAISING GOD
DREAMING
WRITING
MUSIC
PLAYING ANY AND EVERY
INSTRUMENT I CAN
GET MY HANDS ON
ADVENTURE

KIWIS
SO MUCH MORE

THIS IS WHY I'M HOT!!!

I like to eat in the car.
I play the piano alot, but I'm
still not good enough.
I fell in love once.
I ran away from it.
I was afraid of dissappointment.

I'd like to meet:

New company.

Music:

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I Love it. All of it.
I Love going to shows
(when there are any to be had),
and I love Copeland,
Lovedrug, Jettie,
Number One Gun, Saosin,
Coheed and Cambria
Straylight Run, UnderOath, Briertone,
The Stiletto Formal, Spitalfield,
Brand New, Number one Fan,
Bring Me the Horizon, Aiden,
I Killed the Prom Queen,
Architects,The Devil Wears Prada,
Tiger Army, AFI, Horrorpops,
Led Zeppelin, Van Halen,
Guns n Roses, Poison,
Bon Jovi, Scorpions,
The Creepshow, Escape the Fate,
Stray Cats, Three Bad Jacks
Reverend Horton Heat,
Jimi Hendrix, The Greatful Dead,
and all things rock, classic and new

and all that wonderful
stuff we used to listen to
back when I was a freshman
in highschool.
We were hardcore.
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I HATE SONGS
THAT HAVE LONG
SFX INTROS AND
TAKE FOREVER TO START
LIKE GUITAR FEEDBACK
THAT JUST RINGS IN YOUR
EAR FOR AN HOUR...
IT'S ANNOYING
I WANNA JUST HEAR THE SONG ALREADY
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ADD THIS BAND!

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The Great Selkie o' Suleskerry

I heard a mother lull her bairn, and aye she rocked, and aye she sang.

She took so hard upon the verse that the heart within her body rang.

"O, cradle row, and cradle go, and aye sleep well, my bairn within; I ken not who thy father is, nor yet the land that he dwells in."

And up then spake a grey selchie as aye he woke her from her sleep, "I'll tell where thy bairn's father is: he's sittin' close by thy bed feet.

"I am a man upon the land; I am a selchie on the sea, and when I'm far frae ev'ry strand, my dwelling is in Sule Skerry.

"And foster well my wee young son, aye for a twal'month and a day, and when that twal'month's fairly done, I'll come and pay the nourice fee."

And when that weary twal'month gaed, he's come tae pay the nourice fee; he had ae coffer fu' o' gowd, and anither fu' o'the white money.

"Upon the skerry is thy son; upon the skerry lieth he. Sin thou would see thine ain young son, now is the time tae speak wi' he."

"But how shall I my young son know when thou ha' ta'en him far frae me?" "The one who wears the chain o' gowd, ..mang a' the selchies shall be he.

"And thou will get a hunter good, and a richt fine hunter I'm sure he'll be; and the first ae shot that e'er he shoots will kill baith my young son and me."

Movies:



Television:

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NIP/TUCK

THE OFFICE

Books:

The Bible, the classics
well written adventures
I'm a critic when it comes
to structure and such alike
I hate it when I read your
stuff and I know I could've
done better.

Heroes:

Jesus. Those who stick with what they know. Those who adopt a single passion and hold true to what they've procalimed to love. They stand unmoved, ever wise. That's how I'll strive to be.
Chief Seattle

My Blog

We Lost 13 and Intrigue (For My First Love)

I was so tired of lying to himI loved him too much too keep it insideI had already realized I had taken him foo far for grantedAnd It was impossible to hide He knows who you areHe's seen your faceAnd ...
Posted by Christine on Mon, 26 May 2008 11:34:00 PST

Shotgun Hit

This isn't a love song But I have to say You're in my every thought Every hour Every day This is not saying sorry But I regret Not retunring I love you Before we went back to bed   Do you remembe...
Posted by Christine on Sun, 25 May 2008 01:50:00 PST

You Pay For Mistakes Made Before You Exhisted

No one ever understands the reason for such extreme sacrifices, except for the one making them. You are never pushed too far beyond what your soul can handle, God doesn't allow it. He is corrective as...
Posted by Christine on Sun, 25 May 2008 07:23:00 PST

We Overcome the Distance Between Us

Even though this isn't good for me, it hurts, seeing you two the way we once were, I feel as if I'm fighting against something so worthily. I feel like a a stronghold, a great wall that does it's part...
Posted by Christine on Wed, 21 May 2008 02:26:00 PST

My Sweetest Downfall ( I Loved You First )

Is it that I'm stubborn?I feel like I'm being jerked with a chain around my neck from side to side because I keep fighting something that already has me collared. Every blow to overpower me is increas...
Posted by Christine on Tue, 20 May 2008 10:08:00 PST

Wounded but Not Dead

Time is moving along faster than I expected, and in every hour I see a reason that this whole thing doesn't matter. Truth be told, I pretty much asked for this. I prayed for him to leave me and to dra...
Posted by Christine on Thu, 15 May 2008 10:45:00 PST

If There Were No One Else but Us Two

I've been stripped of pride and well learned in the impact of lies. It would seem like now I have stimulated ambitions rising up inside me, but I can tell you right now they're only going to carr...
Posted by Christine on Wed, 14 May 2008 03:07:00 PST

My Bastard of a Shikaa

You are just like him, and it terrifies me. The morning broke three hours ago, and I woke with a start at a chilling thought. With only a brief glance at you lying next to me, I bolted from the bed an...
Posted by Christine on Tue, 13 May 2008 10:29:00 PST

The Mornings Were Brighter Five Years Ago

This is how much I wantedTo one day get into the cornerThe dark one that you would stand inWith the old cedar gate keepingThe likes of me awayAnd doen'st this explain how much I love you?Giving up the...
Posted by Christine on Sat, 12 Apr 2008 11:10:00 PST

The Negative Scale Can Still Be Added to

It was only a faint hope of breaking the castThe system that we two are set up inThat makes  it so that any of whate we didWas so unnatural and unearthly, that you had to quitI was the only benef...
Posted by Christine on Tue, 08 Apr 2008 11:43:00 PST