(hey) c h r i s s i e . . .

when my parents tell me to quit complaining about how much I miss europe

Fri, 25 May 2012 21:42:07 -0400

I’m like:

oh,how the tides change.

Wed, 02 May 2012 20:57:13 -0400

there is a previous post on this account about a big fuck you,but it was a very confusing fuck you and rereading it, it doesn’t even seem like a fuck you. it’s more of a i want you,but you bailed so i’m going to make myself better by saying fuck you, fuck you. and well,none of that is relevant anymore.there was also a previous post on a different account about how this was going to smack me across the face when i was in england,undoubtingly. guess i get the award for knowing myself the best? if i was excited to come home prior to this past week,well then multiply it by twelve.not everyone gets a second (or third) chance in their lifetime,especially a chance to be happy again,to be my old self,our our selves.well,here’s to may 17,cheers bitch.

and of course i am SO excited to live my last two weeks out as a single fucking bitch in england.hellooooo cinco de mayo, leggo <3

F&N.

i never use this thing,but there are just some things that can't be said on twitter.

Sun, 22 Apr 2012 21:03:33 -0400

i am going to stop reading all emails, all tweets, and maybe everything on facebook until i get home. to get over the absolute sickness in my stomach right now may possibly be this week’s death of me, and i can’t stop shaking. not only have i had the worst semester possible, i can’t do anything to control it. from 3,500 miles i have heard about family members dying, lost my dog, watched all my pledge sisters grow up and move on in their collegian states, somehow became a ggmom, and a g-aunt, missed countless family ceremonies, missing my little cousin’s confirmation that i am her sponsor for, missing everything every friend of mine is going through, started a relationship a month before i left like a fucking toolbag idiot, and watched people change before my eyes, so much so that i don’t know how we’ll fit back together when i get back. i know i’m in the home stretch, i know it’s so close to home, but the idea of looking at flights and saying fuck all of this stupidity is the most tempting feeling i’ve ever suppressed and i don’t know how much of me is going to survive the next few weeks. the jealousy is currently incompassitating me, the heaviness of my heart for missing my boyfriend and my mom is far too overwhelming, and living in a room where the two people can’t stand the sight of each other is smothering. the changes i’m going to have to undergo when i get back are terrifying. i don’t know how much of me is returning home. all i want to do for the next 21 days is lay in my bed and hope someone is nice enough to bring me some shitty caf food. i. can’t. breathe. and i’ve already taken my inhaler today, as well as some other precautions.

lights off,fuck the world,who cares about breathing in anymore.

F&N,

chrissie

best part of the movie lmao

Mon, 09 Jan 2012 19:07:51 -0500

best part of the movie lmao

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Sun, 08 Jan 2012 22:06:02 -0500

: fear.

Sun, 08 Jan 2012 22:03:16 -0500

: fear.:

symphonysoldier:

“you cannot possibly live without the fear of dying”.

this came from a conversation i was having with a friend the other night… and i do not believe it could ring any more true. i have heard that the average person lives to be around 77 years old. if that is truly the case… the average person…

#goldendays

Sat, 07 Jan 2012 03:25:19 -0500

#goldendays

FUCK YAH tastefullyoffensive: via

Sun, 01 Jan 2012 19:04:24 -0500

FUCK YAH

tastefullyoffensive:

via

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Sun, 01 Jan 2012 19:03:24 -0500

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Sun, 01 Jan 2012 18:55:53 -0500

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Sun, 01 Jan 2012 18:54:21 -0500

dear future little,

Tue, 04 Oct 2011 23:47:54 -0400

soooooooo i lied :) your future mr.big is beautiful <3

question,everything.

Tue, 05 Jul 2011 23:29:02 -0400

So this is probably retarded, but today I had a revelation. Today, as I was cleaning the inside of sugar containers that you bring out with coffee at work (yes, I get paid $5 an hour to do so), I thought to myself, “Who the FUCK is ever going to see the INSIDE of this sugar holder?!” We fill them EVERY single time they go back on their little shelf in the coffee station, so that by the time the next customer uses it and choose his or her own preference of either sweet n low, equal, splenda, or just plain old sugar, he or she would never know nor realize that any of the above sweeteners were ever missing from their neatly alined place in the holder. So why the hell was I cleaning the INSIDE of the holder? Who cares that there was a little ketchup on the bottom of one or them or it looked like someone may had knocked the pepper and spilled it on the bottom. Who even thinks of looking at the bottom of a sugar container?! You just, take what you want, put it in your beverage and be done with it. And then I thought to myself, “Chrissie, why the fuck are you thinking about sugar holders? I know there’s 50 of them for you to clean and fill, but you don’t have to analyze it”. And then it hit me miraculously: I was cleaning the inside of a stupid, obsolete, sugar container because I was told to. Because someone in my working establishment told me that I hadn’t completed my duties as a “busser” if I did not clean the INSIDE of 50 sugar containers. Someone higher ranked in my work environment than me, but not more intelligent than I (because let’s be real for minute: he definitely did NOT attend college, probably didn’t even complete high school, cannot even speak fluent nor clear English, has been simply a waiter at an Italian restaurant for nearly thirty years of his life, and is not even a legal immigrant), told me to make sure there was nothing other than sugar in the holders, as well as align the sugar perfectly. And then I thought, well, jesus christ, everyone in the world does what others or society tells them. People have bosses that dictate their job requirements everyday of their lives, just like me. People have parents that tell them to be home by 2 AM or to clean their rooms. Society tells us we have to get married, and we have to have a nice home, and we have to drive a car, and we have to have children, and we have to wear nice clothes and take care of our parents when they’re old. But why? Why do I have to clean out the pepper from the bottom of an insignificant sugar holder at a silly Italian restaurant on Staten Island? (I know why, I know it’s my “job”, though I didn’t know that was in the fine print of a bus girl’s duties when I took the job, not that it’s hard, just another representation of how the man sticks it to ya) Why do you have to get married? Why do you have to keep your room clean? I may be making sense, I may not be, but I just can’t get over the fact that no matter if you’re the highest boss at your place of work or unemployed, someone is ALWAYS telling you what to do, and goddammit, making sure you do it. It makes me wonder why more people don’t question the world and our places of existence within it. Maybe I just thought far too much today, but the revelation has greatly opened my eyes, and I can’t WAIT to put in my two weeks and head back to school.

dear future little,

Thu, 02 Jun 2011 23:46:03 -0400

sorry you’ll never have a mr.big….especially not like my mr.big. when can i have my

θΦA life back again?

when the mirrors and the lights and the smoke clears.

Thu, 02 Jun 2011 01:46:26 -0400

I honestly really want to write all my feelings down on something like this but I don’t know if I can. It’s like, yes I want to, but I don’t want to admit to my feelings nor do I feel correct posting them here because I feel like I’d be betraying my Friends Or Enemies account so horribly, and I’ve already betrayed my roots enough.

"and just so you know, i’m doing fine; even though i’m falling apart and playing the part..."

Thu, 26 May 2011 23:44:23 -0400

“and just so you know, i’m doing fine; even though i’m falling apart and playing the part so well. “I thought this was what you wanted, someone who gets everything right.””

dear tumblr,

Fri, 18 Feb 2011 02:18:34 -0500

i’ve completely abandoned you. i am now a alpha upsilon of theta phi alpha,meaning i now have no life other than my sisters, school, theatre, and pledging events. and i’m not complaining.

-forever&never,

chrissie.

i'm sorry.

Fri, 11 Feb 2011 02:18:15 -0500

somewhere over the last week i’ve obtained a busy life. my roommate and i have never been closer,and i’ve spent every late night with joslyn.rush week was so exciting,but now my heart is in my throat,and i don’t know if i’ll be able to sleep tonight,though i’m thoroughly exhausted.my fate has already been decided,i’m just waiting to be informed of it.

my horroscope says that an invitation is coming for me today,and i should enjoy my new turn of events in my life.i hope its right more than ever.i want to be a theta.the phi sig girls asked me and kayla to make a wish tonight; we both wished to be in theta

2 weeks.

Thu, 03 Feb 2011 21:24:07 -0500

hopefully this will be the second best reunion i’ve ever experienced in my lifetime.

HAHAHAHAHA KAT

Tue, 01 Feb 2011 14:55:52 -0500

HAHAHAHAHA KAT