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Name: Christea
Country: United States
State: Maryland
Birthday: 1/12/1989
Gender: Female
Interests: Acting, singing, saxamaphone...and other various forms of musical geekiness. And God. Gotta love God.
Expertise: Everything musicals.
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AIM:  KakyaJun
Member Since:
2/12/2004
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| Great. Just great.
Due to popular demand I've decided to update.
Fine, you know what, fine. You guys want me to write more. I want a place where I can rant about stupid things. So with that...
http://www.xanga.com/ChristeaP
You see? YOU SEE WHAT YOU'VE REDUCED ME TO?
I however will no longer update this particular journal, for I want as many people as possible to view the first post, as it is an extremely important message that every ear should hear...or every eye should read...whatever.
But, for those of you too lazy to actually go to the link, I'll post something for you to look at. It's my minibiography, full of ego and stupidness. Enjoy.
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CHRISTEA is an interesting thing. Usually found in the Northeastern United States (most specifically in Maryland), this being is one of complexity, intrigue, and, uh, other cool big words. CHRISTEA can often be found at HOWARD HIGH, the center of life-skills development of the local community surrounding it. When not dwindling the day here, the elusive CHRISTEA has been spotted at the CHURCH, on the STAGE, and quite a number of times on the INTERNET.
Webster's Dictionary defines:
CHRISTEA (kris-tee-uh) n. :
1. One who is adept at being a musical geek, or very knowledgable of it. Ex.--"Who's that in the band room trying desperately to play a blues scale on the saxophone? Who's that singing some obscure song from the Sound of Music in a strangely operatic voice? It must be a CHRISTEA."
2. One who is very fun loving and loud/obnoxious, yet somehow a total genius. Ex.--"The CHRISTEA is yelling about pie, yet she got an A on the math test. How I envy that woman..."
3. Everything you wanna be, or at the very least, someone who you'd like to high-five. Ex.--"Look, it's a CHRISTEA! Let's all go hang out with it!"
4. Definately NOT an egomaniac. Ex.--"Woah, the irony of this biography is definately NOT being pointed out by this definition by the CHRISTEA."
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| *cough*
Yes...the xanga.
I've given in.
Well, for those of you who don't really know, or care, but for some reason are still reading, I'm Christea. Or to some people, Chris-cha. I attend Howard High, as a tiny little fresh-person-ness, though no one seems to believe me when I tell them my age. I am, in many ways, a geek---what with band, drama, and probably the largest amount of knowledge of musicals in my age group. I've yet to determine whether or not this is a good thing.
Why xanga? "I don't know...something to do?" Fact is, I already have an online journal. Will I give you the link? No. Please? No. Why? Because it's my JOURNAL. One thing that confuses me about the phenomenon we call "xanga" is its real purpose---It is supposed to supply an online journal-ness to people who are too lazy to hopelessly scribble their thoughts and dreams onto paper, aka people like me. However, what with the obviously large traffic of the site, it is very apparent that eventually, someone is going to see your journal, no matter how hard you try, although I'd say you weren't trying very hard if you gave out your name and personal information onto the internet. So what would be the point of keeping a private journal if its destiny is to be seen by the many people that you know and talk to every day?
I'll tell you! It's a subconcious method of gaining popularity, attention, and, as a result, higher self esteem.
Or you're just ignorant.
Now if any of you know me, and I don't doubt that you do, you're probably going "Hey Christea! You don't act like this in real life!" Well, no...I don't. Fact is, I don't have any intention of keeping this journal up to date. This will probably be the one and only entry I will ever enter into my xanga. And what's hypocritical about this who she-bang is that I'm pretty much posting this for the reasons that I've so chastized---everyone else is doing it! And people will know how to contact me, as I will post my contact information at the end of this long, winding post. So forgive my bit of pessimistic view on internet life, as I really am different. I'm unfortunately a very giggly girl with a profound love of the arts and a hatred for cheerleaders all at the same time. I'm a church-going Christian who's very open about my love of Jesus, no matter what you try to put in my way. And yes...I am a bit of a teacher's pet, but not because I want to be.
And with that, I'll continue my mockery of the xanga. ^_^;;;
XANGA POST EXAMPLE #1:
"Life is crooked. Just a deep, winding spiral of hate that goes no where. Disturbed and desperate, I wade in a puddle of my own self-loathing, wondering why I was created, and cursing the spirit that made it so. I stare deep into the eyes of my own insanity and scream muffled cries of souls torn apart, breaking the mirror that so many of our faces are, only reflecting what the world wants to see. No one understands me. Helpless. Hopeless. Dying. Leave me e-props."
See, this is one of those kind of posts just shouting overexaggerated teen-angst. Ya know, the kind of stuff that makes you gag when you're an adult, knowing that the teenage mind is not nearly as complex as we'd like to think it is. Things aren't so bad, love. Try to think on the brighter side. At least you're rich enough to have a computer, and have things you love, like the internet, and such. And I know it's hard to look past your own screwed up emotions---I've been through it aaaalllll before. Really, who hasn't? But don't worry about it so much.
XANGA POST EXAMPLE #2:
"HI GUYS!!!!!111!! It's me again. Really, who else would it be? TEE HEE! Well today I, like, went to the mall and OMG, you wouldn't BELIEVE who I saw there!!! It was Jeremy! I know he's had a crush on me since, like, forever!!! So I went up to him and I was like hey Jeremy and he was like yo wassap and i was like nothin and he was like das cool...OMG!!!!! *blush* I REAAAAALLLY hope Jeremy's not reading this, TEE HEE!!! Ah well i gotta go eat dinner so i'll update laterr! Oh and katlyn you're so awesome your like da best friend eva! LEAVE ME E-PROPS!!!"
*cough* See? This is what I mean. The online journal has become another form of email, or IM. People KNOW others read it, so they post that kinda stuff. Excuse me for being horribly stereotypical, but hey, I observe things. It's funny the things you'll hear if you just listen. Like in the hallways, and such. People say a lot more than they mean to, and a lot louder, at that.
XANGA POST EXAMPLE #3:
"Holla!!!11! J00 gys wont bleev wat happe/|/ d 2da. 1 wuz jus typin on da net wen da k3wlis ting happnd!1! LEEVE ME E-PROPS!!!!!!!!!"
>_< Forgive me, I'm not up on my 133t skills, as I am not a complete moron. Read a book, people.
Well, as we reach the end of my sarcasm-packed post, I warn you that all this is in good fun. In our politically correct world, it's quite hard to have an honest opinion, or have a little fun. So please, don't post a threatening note on my locker tomorrow, for it won't really accomplish anything, and then the terrorists win!
AIM: KakyaJun
Email: KakyaJun@aol.com
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