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THE HEAT IS HERE.


It's true. I'm hooked. It doesn't feel as much like home as this blog, but I've gone update CRAZY on it.
Ridiculous.
So easy.

I may still update this... Special occasion though. You know. For you.

ANOTHER blog?

It's true! A new blog! It's young and it's so basic it hurts! So chic, so clean, so fresh. ( all of these things mean the same thing... round. about. )

THE HEAT IS HERE.

I know. It's Tumblr. I don't even know what Tumblr is other than trendy. And obviously, I'm so trendy. A friend of mine raved so much about it that I needed to test the waters. So far, so good. I like it.

I like that I can make it all white. All of my blogs are all white ( "all" = no background noise/ no crazy graphics aside from headers... Picky ). For preference sake, I believe it's the only way to have a blog. The only way to put down cluttered thoughts is to put them down in an uncluttered space.

For anyone who knows me, my life is strictly clutter.
I could say that I'm working on cleaning up my act. But that's a lie.
I can't fight who I am, have been, will be.

Maybe THE HEAT will be clean and un rambled.
Maybe THE HEAT will make me feel cool.
Maybe not.


"Monkey see, monkey do..."
Nirvana.

Also,

Dane Cook is tonight.
I'm devising a plan to break in and laugh so hard I cry.



Love you, Dane. xo

Cutting your bangs too short: 101 + Swine flu.

Every once in a while the rebel inside of me takes a stand against salons and stakes the claim that I CAN IN FACT cut my bangs for FREE with scissors that I got in a 3-pack made for construction paper, just as well as a stylist can for $15 with her fancy SHEARS.

Sometimes I manage complete success. Other times, aka yesterday, I get a little over zealous and take off more than necessary.

Things needed for super short bangs:

1) Really nice, well-groomed eyebrows.
2) A headband at all times JUST IN CASE.
3) The ability to transform into a modern day pinup girl.

All in all it's not so bad. Only downer is waking up with the most insane case of bedhead ever. IT'S UNRULY I TELL YA!

In other news;

Swine flu. Pretty rad.
I heard on the news that the average "targeted age" of the swine flu was fifteen ( 15 ).
? Thanks. I'm not 15. So I guess I'm okay.

But for all the 15 year olds who ARE at danger of catching the swine, here are some sweet new face masks to protect yourself with!





I may consider sporting one of these to work. Just to be safe.
Plus, it's not often you get to appropriately wear a fashionable face mask to work.


Back to my cup-a-soup. Mmm.

True story,

I wear a lot of black.
And spent an entire day with myself.
Excluding lunch date. In which I discovered that lobster bisque is really good.

I've also come to the conclusion that pumpernickel bread really doesn't add much to a sandwich.

And that the new ( aka -- newest/2007 ) Aesop Rock album "None Shall Pass," is worthy of my time.




Every Time I Die
+ Aesop Rock

_________________

Some of the best lyrics you'll find this side of town.


Fashion show tomorrow. And a dance party? Thursday. Bring it on.

Monday Nights.

Alright alright alright.

Went to see Mickey Avalon and Shwayze on Monday.
Why? Cause it was Monday and the sun decided to come out and it just seemed like an okay idear.




(( HOLD UP HOLD UP -- Major typo. "Bears" = Beards in real life. I WISH the dudes next to us had sweet BEARS. That would've automatically made this the MOST BIZARRE MONDAY EVER. ))


Mickey Avalon? Had weird dancers. I'll listen to him NOT live though.
Shwayze = FUN. Obviously had some good standing room. Couldn't have asked for anything more.

Anyway. Shows over. Go outside. Nothin to do. Still early. Drinks? Meh.
Real cute/wild girl named Courtney is with us with two of her other girlfriends. She takes off across the street towards the tour bus. We stand on the corner. Confused.
Then we see them emerge on the other side of the bus heading up the street;

"WE'RE GOIN TO DEE'S!"

Yup. Grab a booth. What happened at that bus?

"Oh. It was Cisco. I told him to come to Dee's. He said he'll be here in a few minutes but they have to leave around midnight for Rhode Island"


You know he's not coming.


"I know. But whatever, we have beer."
True.



Low and behold. In walks Cisco and a roadie. Monday night, Dee's, Cisco?
Whatever. We go say hi. There's hardly anyone in the bar. He asks my name. "Crystal? I'm Cisco."
Oh. Rly?
We have some form of conversation and he tells me to sit.
I sit down and start talkin to the roadie ( a 50 some year old Scottish man ) about Montreal. And French people. And my accent. He calls it a good strong American accent. I call it a Pittsburgh accent. He tells me I have good grammar.
In my best Pittsburgh accent I tell Cisco that he is in fact in Dahntahn Pittsburgh -- Why? Because I'm at Dee's on a Monday night and he's standing in front of me.
He laughs, gives me one of those "yooouuu" points and says "You are interesting. Really interesting."

..... There's a fine line between compliment and the nonchalant way of saying "You creeped me out little girl."
True story. He was wearing quite possibly the best shirt in life. "Very Healthy." BOUGHT RIGHT HERE IN PITTSBURGH.
I'll be owning it.
Because I am.
Very Healthy.


It was past midnight. They left for food and Rhode Island.


I made friends with the bouncers. All in all, Monday night was pretty fun.

Cursive last night - Missed it. Tried to switch my work shift or have someone just cover for me. No luck. Assumed by the time I got there it'd be over. A text saying "They played Art is Hard at ten and I thought of you," made up for most of it.
I'll catch em next time around.

May has been busy. Too busy.


Please visit; DOIHAVESWINEFLU.ORG.
Hilarious.
Thanks to Bennyyyy.

Time to find out what color my newest hair color really is..

Someone take a picture.

There's a story to tell.
Not even a good one. Nor even particularly interesting. More or less one of those "...... Really?" kind of stories.
It needs to be told.
All stories need to be told.
I'm going to the gym.
But now that this is started, I'll be able to return later to finish the story.


Love life.