<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:49:53.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>krust.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-3601173038924108246</id><published>2009-07-24T10:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T10:23:31.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movin' on up.</title><content type='html'>That's right! I got my own URL.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Mario! From now on, I can be found HERE: &lt;a href="http://www.krustal.com/"&gt;krustal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch ya on the flipside!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-3601173038924108246?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/3601173038924108246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=3601173038924108246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/3601173038924108246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/3601173038924108246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2009/07/movin-on-up.html' title='Movin&apos; on up.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-4494610551844735448</id><published>2009-07-15T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T09:40:52.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ants in the pants.</title><content type='html'>Last day at the old apartment is tomorrow!!! Last night, Sarah and I got it pretty clean! It actually looks 100 times better than it did when we got there to start.&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned and disinfected the kitchen and the full bathroom, we patched holes, scrubbed the walls, dusted, swept, took out all the trash. It's empty today, except for the Vacuum and Carpet shampooer, which I will be using to finish up with after work today. Such a relief to almost be done. I can't wait until tomorrow and this weekend, when I don't have it hanging over my head anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that going on, I haven't begun decorating at the new place yet. I just haven't had one second to start. So, my head is just running wild with ideas and I am SOOO incredibly ancy to get started. I have gotten ALOT of unpacking done however, the kitchen has been done for a while now, the bathroom as well and most of the living room. The bedroom is half way... We still need a dresser or dressers, so theres boxes stacked in there with us. Yay for dust!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on the topic of decorating....&lt;br /&gt;I ran the idea of &lt;a href="http://krustal.blogspot.com/2009/07/keeps-getting-better.html"&gt;Dark Teal walls&lt;/a&gt; in the bedroom to Jeremy. Who mentioned he loves the idea of having a RED wall. I'm not that keen on the red wall. He also suggested doing GREY, which I can hang with. I love red, don't get me wrong. I've just never seen a painted red room that I've liked much at all. And the I don't like the idea of it in a bedroom. I suggested doing red walls in the living room maybe, because we have GREY couches and I do love the way RED and GREY look together. Well, I'm not sure how we came to the agreement, but we've decided to use RED as an accent color in the bedroom. Which I think I will love. We are going to find a neat looking dresser that we can paint RED. In my head, something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/Sl4DzBlacPI/AAAAAAAAATo/yFFCL7QrHz8/s1600-h/dsc03833_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/Sl4DzBlacPI/AAAAAAAAATo/yFFCL7QrHz8/s320/dsc03833_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358724781751038194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Minus the birdhouses, daisies and yellow. And maybe get some RED bedding and what not. Now, to pick a wall color... I LOVE the dark teal still, but I think I'm going to have to petition it for the living room now, because it's too dark and bold to go with RED, I feel like... hmmm... Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;RED accents, and I have a GOLD mirror to go above our bed. What color walls will look nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of my decor planning, I came across &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=27590520"&gt;this gem&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/Sl4E_j5GpuI/AAAAAAAAATw/_g5_ikpjI7Q/s1600-h/il_430xN.78906279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/Sl4E_j5GpuI/AAAAAAAAATw/_g5_ikpjI7Q/s320/il_430xN.78906279.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358726096630490850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think it's AWESOME. &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5720663"&gt;This Etsy seller&lt;/a&gt; has a lot of great wall decals. So, I was contemplating doing one somewhere. And then my girlfriend, &lt;a href="http://essemmbee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stephanie&lt;/a&gt;, shared this &lt;a href="http://essemmbee.blogspot.com/2009/07/tree-for-mee.html"&gt;lovely entry.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, it makes me want to do it even more. I think hers turned out AWESOME, so now I'm even more inspired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/Sl4Fw0wd6BI/AAAAAAAAAT4/znGD1pVHhBE/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/Sl4Fw0wd6BI/AAAAAAAAAT4/znGD1pVHhBE/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358726942971258898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think I would do the Octopus in the living room, especially if I got the bigger one. I like the idea of it on the wall behind our couch, I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-4494610551844735448?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/4494610551844735448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=4494610551844735448' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/4494610551844735448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/4494610551844735448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2009/07/ants-in-pants.html' title='Ants in the pants.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/Sl4DzBlacPI/AAAAAAAAATo/yFFCL7QrHz8/s72-c/dsc03833_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-4245233415660656968</id><published>2009-07-08T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T14:15:52.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Washer/Dryer Wednesay!</title><content type='html'>Goodbye to scrounging for Quarters, and lugging laundry outside and all over (at least for now).&lt;br /&gt;I just got word from Jeremy, that the Washer/Dryer is IN!&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go home and bask in it's glory.&lt;br /&gt;I've never had my own. The last time I lived anywhere with a Washer and Dryer, was my Mother's house. This is going to be nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND today the cable is getting hooked up! Just in time for So You Think You Can Dance?! Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, we might be getting the bar stools tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, I'm going to the pool tonight. Well, that's my plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-4245233415660656968?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/4245233415660656968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=4245233415660656968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/4245233415660656968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/4245233415660656968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-washerdryer-wednesay.html' title='Happy Washer/Dryer Wednesay!'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-829964685419327390</id><published>2009-07-07T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T12:10:08.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday.</title><content type='html'>It's official I have a new address, and sadly a new age. But, let's talk much about that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The move went quite well!!! Although there are still a few items at the old place I need to haul over with my car over the next week and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a U-Haul Friday morning, after going to sign the lease. Apparently 4th of July weekend is one of the most popular weekends to move. I'm not sure why, especially in California, people would choose to move when the temperature is nearing 100 degrees. But, clearly I've done it the past 2 years, so I'm the idiot. Anyhow, U-Haul was packed, I spent valuable moving time in line waiting to get the truck. I finally got the thing after 11am, way later than I wanted to start this, and got home to Jeremy and his good friend Drew ready for heavy lifting. They got the couches, mattress, bookcases, packed in the truck like champs! it took all of like 20 minutes it seemed. Then we all packed in boxes. Drew was an amazing help! We owe him big time! Another good friend of Jeremy's Leah, and her Boyfriend came and help load boxes. After we packed the truck as full ass we could, Leahs awesome BF offered to fill the bed of his pickup with a load! AMAZING. We took the loads to the new place unloaded, and were done before 4pm. Jeremy and I went back to the old place, told Sarah to throw on a swimsuit and come over. And we all enjoyed the pool for a bit. After that we showered and got ready for Dinner a Drew's. Played some Wii, I really want one :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then headed to Travis, Miguel and Suzie's for there final gathering in there place before they move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and passed the eff out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up Saturday, went to the Scott and Em's for BBQ. Super fun, with my super Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home, set up the TV, and placed a few pieces of furniture, passed the eff out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, made Mochas, in our new kitchen! Drove to the old place, met up with Laura to help start loading Sarahs U-Haul. Jeremy and I helped load the truck and then went to get Crazy Bread with Lo and brought her to our new place for a quickie tour. Laura left to Burlingame to help unload the truck with Sarah. Jeremy and I hung back and loaded up my car with more stuff to take to the new place. Unloaded my car, and the jumped in the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After wards, I tried hanging some clothes, so I could find stuff to wear for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did some unpacking and organizing. finished the kitchen! Passed the eff out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, back to work. Thankfully. I was over the intense physical long weekend. I like sitting at my desk in my reclining chair. I love it here. I honestly hope I will never have to leave :/&lt;br /&gt;After work, met with Sarah to pay the final days rent at the old place. Hooray for double rent, AND deposit!! such excellent times. So, we are all pretty much broke today. Jeremy and I loaded my car and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I unpacked more clothes while Jeremy cooked an awesome first dinner in our new place. Stir-fry with tofu on rice, that he walked to Safeway for while I was still at work. LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, Jeremy passed out. He's having to get up at 4am all week for work. Fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I decided I wanted to relax inn the hot tub for a bit. So, I wandered out into the darkness on my own and spent a little time in the hot tub. life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SlOdOSsuEVI/AAAAAAAAATg/4_5cCcdDJbQ/s1600-h/412538588_1430290967_388745059_1246993673751.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SlOdOSsuEVI/AAAAAAAAATg/4_5cCcdDJbQ/s400/412538588_1430290967_388745059_1246993673751.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355797250736787794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I get to have BJ's for DINNER, since it's my Birthday and all. AVOCADO Egg rolls, here I come!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-829964685419327390?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/829964685419327390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=829964685419327390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/829964685419327390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/829964685419327390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2009/07/birthday.html' title='Birthday.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SlOdOSsuEVI/AAAAAAAAATg/4_5cCcdDJbQ/s72-c/412538588_1430290967_388745059_1246993673751.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-5025336035380704742</id><published>2009-07-02T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T15:17:46.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>keeps getting better.</title><content type='html'>I'm sure something horrible is going to happen soon and all my excitement will be crushed...&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I JUST got the word on painting our apartment and we are a GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;That's right folks, The apartment manager told me I can do it myself.&lt;br /&gt;So, Stephanie, if you even read this, you need to make yourself available to me one day and come play with me and some serious paint and boring white walls. Anyone else too! Emily, Lisa, Sari, Laura. Let's have a painting party. If ya'll are down, I'm planning that shit.  We can feast too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few ideas:&lt;br /&gt;Stripes! I love the idea of a striped or some sort of patterned  wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/Sk0x6v-_uWI/AAAAAAAAATY/_xOk0Bb1TeE/s1600-h/stripedwall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/Sk0x6v-_uWI/AAAAAAAAATY/_xOk0Bb1TeE/s400/stripedwall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353990417396250978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a want to do a Dark Teal wall in the bedroom, something like these colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/Sk0xYf7-wEI/AAAAAAAAATA/gjgMWdFFJgA/s1600-h/YM-200-0-DrkTealGreen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/Sk0xYf7-wEI/AAAAAAAAATA/gjgMWdFFJgA/s400/YM-200-0-DrkTealGreen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353989828973084738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/Sk0xl_h4QlI/AAAAAAAAATQ/MiLb4wWKw9k/s1600-h/gasl13_warmmodern_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/Sk0xl_h4QlI/AAAAAAAAATQ/MiLb4wWKw9k/s200/gasl13_warmmodern_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353990060791841362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-5025336035380704742?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/5025336035380704742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=5025336035380704742' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/5025336035380704742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/5025336035380704742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2009/07/keeps-getting-better.html' title='keeps getting better.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/Sk0x6v-_uWI/AAAAAAAAATY/_xOk0Bb1TeE/s72-c/stripedwall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-3088824172079194856</id><published>2009-07-01T14:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T14:44:24.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>approaching the finish line...</title><content type='html'>I realized that my list of things to do before the move is not going to be easy to complete.&lt;br /&gt;Checklist:&lt;br /&gt;__Get cashier's check for deposit and first months rent to pay on Friday July 3rd (Move in day), shouldn't be difficult. BUT, Friday is holiday, and I realized it's already Wednesday, and I work when the bank is open, I didn't get to get out for a lunch break today, so my ONLY chance to get is tomorrow afternoon at lunch. Only having one opportunity to get it, is kind of stressing me out.&lt;br /&gt;__Ship an item that was purchased off of eBay. Again, working  while the post office is open, blah blah. I might be able to get this done tonight. Certain Long's locations are super awesome about getting stuff ready for the next days shipments. One of the reason's why Long's mail center has been a god send for my eBay selling.&lt;br /&gt;__Make a return to Marshall's, This is no longer a large priority. It was just something I had hoped to get done before the weekend. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;__LAUNDRY!!! We have a good 3 loads to do! And I was hoping to get some of it done in our NEW Washer and Dryer, BUT, they aren't being installed until Monday now. Which is fine, because now, we get the keys Friday to start moving in, BUT don;t have to pay rent until Monday. Super, awesome, good times!&lt;br /&gt;__Get our new appropriate address. Tell Comcast we are moving! and the Post Office. Comcast, I'm hoping I can deal with Friday, and the post office can wait until Monday. Or, I suppose I can do that online now. Forgot about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things that need to get done ASAP, but preferably after Move in day:&lt;br /&gt;-Get a Queen size bed frame.&lt;br /&gt;-Get a dresser (pretty critical, because we will be living out of bags until we have one :/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the FUN stuffff!&lt;br /&gt;unpacking, Organzing, decorating (hopefully painting), and finally entertaining!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another AWESOME note, Jeremy talked to his friend Drew and some how roped him into helping the 2 of us haul some stuff over on Friday (The couches are the only thing that really require more than 2 people, maybe). What a guy!!! We were even invited to a BBQ at his house afterward. Shouldn't WE be feeding HIM? Well, anyhow, I need to think of a good thank you gift for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-3088824172079194856?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/3088824172079194856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=3088824172079194856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/3088824172079194856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/3088824172079194856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2009/07/approaching-finish-line.html' title='approaching the finish line...'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-6133086934215469286</id><published>2009-06-27T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T00:17:25.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't think of anything to put in the subject line.</title><content type='html'>Got a good amount of packing done last night.&lt;br /&gt;Saw The Hangover today, finally. Excellent. We caught the matinee. As predicted, it was just way too hot to hang out here and pack in the afternoon, so we sat in an empty air conditioned theater and laughed for 2 hours instead :)&lt;br /&gt;And then, even took a dip in the pool, witch was lovely.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I got a little packing done, not as much as I would have liked.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, to make up for it, Jeremy took me to Borders to buy me a magazine I had been eyeing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SkcWf42U2YI/AAAAAAAAAS4/qxt_0wTPcWI/s1600-h/6a00d8341c571153ef0112796501eb28a4-300wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 393px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SkcWf42U2YI/AAAAAAAAAS4/qxt_0wTPcWI/s400/6a00d8341c571153ef0112796501eb28a4-300wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352271419245123970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hifructose.com/index.php"&gt;High Fructose Magazine.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one features paintings from Mark Ryden's "Snow Yak Show". And I Love me some Ryden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And , on an unrelated note, I have watched this performance a good 20 times since Wednesday night, because I friggin' love it! Randi and Evan are my fovorites at the moment, after last weeks jive, and now THIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d2iMzjYWRSY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d2iMzjYWRSY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute! And I'm diggin' the song... it's going on the playlist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-6133086934215469286?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/6133086934215469286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=6133086934215469286' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/6133086934215469286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/6133086934215469286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-cant-think-of-anything-to-put-in.html' title='I can&apos;t think of anything to put in the subject line.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SkcWf42U2YI/AAAAAAAAAS4/qxt_0wTPcWI/s72-c/6a00d8341c571153ef0112796501eb28a4-300wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-6389283170175894711</id><published>2009-06-26T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:41:22.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A whole new world of ideas...</title><content type='html'>So, Thank you to &lt;a href="http://lisajessup.com/"&gt;Lisa&lt;/a&gt;, for re introducing me to the Fabulous &lt;a href="http://www.designspongeonline.com/"&gt;Design*Sponge&lt;/a&gt; blog/site.&lt;br /&gt;I had seen in once before in my quest for sites with great decorating ideas, but clearly did not give it enough attention. After &lt;a href="http://lisajessup.com/"&gt;Lisa&lt;/a&gt; brought it up to me on Wednesday, I've been on it non stop looking for great ideas, and boy, do they have a TON. There's some really great stuff I want to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few note worthy tid-bits, I plan to take inspiration from:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SkUe0i9B8gI/AAAAAAAAASo/JDimimfxiuQ/s1600-h/7_14_07-031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SkUe0i9B8gI/AAAAAAAAASo/JDimimfxiuQ/s400/7_14_07-031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351717620284518914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This reminded me of a BEAUTIFUL snowflake project, &lt;a href="http://essemmbee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stephanie&lt;/a&gt; did in her living room over the holidays last year. I wish I had a photo of hers. It was really something. She had the snowflakes cascading down from the ceiling and intermingling with her shelf of photos frames on the wall. I hope she plans to do it again this year so I can snap a picture.  Well, I was thinking it'd be fun to do something similar for year round decor, since I am on the prowl for wall art, why not make my own! I was thinking I could do something with Octopi! I'll think of something. I love how the horses are multi colored too! So fun. See the entry and how-to &lt;a href="http://www.designspongeonline.com/2009/05/diy-project-cardboard-stampede-w-ann-wood.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SkUhNuQN-nI/AAAAAAAAASw/gdWtz4a3C5k/s1600-h/wingafter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SkUhNuQN-nI/AAAAAAAAASw/gdWtz4a3C5k/s400/wingafter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351720251837774450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I really would love to learn more about and how to do is furniture restoration and re upholstery, I love the idea that you take a piece of junk and make it something spectacular. I'm a cheap person, I think, and well some furniture is just wayyyyy beyond what I would ever feel okay about spending, especially at this point in my life. Also, I'm the kind of person who can always find something on anything that I like  and nit pick at it, like "oooh, that's super cute, but I wish it didn't have that crazy color in it" If I could makeover used furniture, I could create it to my own liking. Someday when I have a nice workspace I can get messy inn, maybe I'll give it a try! The sites &lt;a href="http://www.designspongeonline.com/category/before-and-after"&gt;Before and After&lt;/a&gt; section shows some pretty amazing makeovers in interior design and furniture pieces. They show some pretty disgusting stuff in te before photos turned into lovely creations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-6389283170175894711?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/6389283170175894711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=6389283170175894711' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/6389283170175894711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/6389283170175894711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2009/06/whole-new-world-of-ideas.html' title='A whole new world of ideas...'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SkUe0i9B8gI/AAAAAAAAASo/JDimimfxiuQ/s72-c/7_14_07-031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-4988539345062565818</id><published>2009-06-25T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T14:34:38.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick Tock...</title><content type='html'>So, I was sitting in a meeting today and people were talking about dates fr things we are working on... Well, I was listening very intently because there are deadlines for things we are doing like everyday, and people are going on summer vacations, when it hit me that we get to start moving into our new place in 1 week and 1 day!!! Whoa! that crept up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've officially packed 2 or 3 boxes of stuff that I know for sure is coming to the new place. Ridiculous! I'm just so incredibly worn out by the time I get home from work. I want to fall asleep on the commute home sometimes. Bleh. I'm hoping I can crack down and get some stuff organized and packed up tonight while watching the So You Think You Can Dance?! results show. But, that was my plan for last night as well. I have left this weekend freeeee, but I have a fear that the weather is not going to keep me inside the whole weekend... It's finally sunny! I really should have been packing a lot more in the beginning of the month when it was gloomy all the time. Whatever, I'm a procrastinator. Story of my LIFE. Fortunately, I do have a good week and half overlap time between both places which provides a little ease to the situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-4988539345062565818?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/4988539345062565818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=4988539345062565818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/4988539345062565818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/4988539345062565818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2009/06/tick-tock.html' title='Tick Tock...'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-7152115757914656374</id><published>2009-06-21T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T02:38:03.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A work in progress.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This afternoon, I needed to make a trip up the street to the new apartment, to drop something of to the manager. Well, I thought it'd be fun to drag Sarah along and get her take on the building. I planned to get to show her the communal areas and the location of or unit. Sarah was smart enough to take get her phone out and snap some pictures. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-decoration: underline;text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-decoration: underline;text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/Sj34ViTuidI/AAAAAAAAARY/TDTk0pEYk2k/s1600-h/GetAttachment-5.aspx.jpeg"&gt;testing the equipment in the fitness room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/Sj34ViTuidI/AAAAAAAAARY/TDTk0pEYk2k/s400/GetAttachment-5.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349704981256505810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-decoration: underline;text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/Sj34ViTuidI/AAAAAAAAARY/TDTk0pEYk2k/s1600-h/GetAttachment-5.aspx.jpeg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;barbeque on the patio outside of the clubhouse, next to the pool area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this was not here before. they must have just added it. pretty rad idea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/Sj36OvZnH_I/AAAAAAAAARg/5HzEnRIduhM/s1600-h/GetAttachment-3.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/Sj36OvZnH_I/AAAAAAAAARg/5HzEnRIduhM/s400/GetAttachment-3.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349707063535017970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so the real treat was that the manager gave us the key to our unit to check out. Since, we had only seen the model, and tenants had been in the unit until very recently. It was cool to get in there, but, they have only just begun the remodel, so it's basically a pile of dust. Still awesome, because, it's a guarantee that I will be the first to use just about anything in there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/Sj361uI076I/AAAAAAAAARo/L2uIIZf-WJw/s1600-h/GetAttachment-6.aspx.jpeg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/Sj361uI076I/AAAAAAAAARo/L2uIIZf-WJw/s400/GetAttachment-6.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349707733211082658" style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;empty kitchen. It looks so sad. Except, that the BLACK granite countertops are IN! bam. A little dusty (okay, a lot dusty) , but still glorious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/Sj37wAbLX3I/AAAAAAAAARw/cQwgftkhxKM/s1600-h/GetAttachment-4.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/Sj37wAbLX3I/AAAAAAAAARw/cQwgftkhxKM/s400/GetAttachment-4.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349708734552301426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeremy playing with the intercom/door system. I've never lived in a secured building before. I'm a little excited about it... I've had nightmares of people breaking in our place now, and our last place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/Sj38UNGqOgI/AAAAAAAAAR4/88GlMvBITVY/s1600-h/GetAttachment-2.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/Sj38UNGqOgI/AAAAAAAAAR4/88GlMvBITVY/s400/GetAttachment-2.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349709356431194626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wall to wall, floor to ceiling closets. like my closet on Mateo, that I Loved, w/ mirrored doors!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/Sj38XkZbbLI/AAAAAAAAASA/-ihUtNWVGUk/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/Sj38XkZbbLI/AAAAAAAAASA/-ihUtNWVGUk/s400/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349709414223539378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On our balcony, contemplating what's going to go out here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/Sj38bDBWdOI/AAAAAAAAASI/LKbRM6K2zNE/s1600-h/GetAttachment-1.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/Sj38bDBWdOI/AAAAAAAAASI/LKbRM6K2zNE/s400/GetAttachment-1.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349709473983657186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, there is a messy peak into our new place. I can't wait for move in day. I had a hard time concentrating on anything else after going today. We went to hang out with some friends tonight, but I realized I was being anti-social, sitting on the couch thinking about what colors to paint some walls. AGH!!! I've never gotten to paint my walls before!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-7152115757914656374?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/7152115757914656374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=7152115757914656374' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/7152115757914656374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/7152115757914656374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2009/06/work-in-progress.html' title='A work in progress.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/Sj34ViTuidI/AAAAAAAAARY/TDTk0pEYk2k/s72-c/GetAttachment-5.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-3565557324163645269</id><published>2009-06-19T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T15:12:19.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For a closeted packrat...?</title><content type='html'>I am definitely a pack rat. And it's no secret. I honestly making an effort to reform for this move. Regardless, this is absolutely something I should own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SjwM9VF2FmI/AAAAAAAAARQ/QEftvvar3fI/s1600-h/42915_PE137917_S4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SjwM9VF2FmI/AAAAAAAAARQ/QEftvvar3fI/s400/42915_PE137917_S4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349164705182520930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com/us/en/catalog/products/70098890"&gt;Ikea Sultan Alsarp.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously a bed, with hidden storage? Anything with hidden storage, is brilliant in my book, and is automatically added to my wish list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-3565557324163645269?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/3565557324163645269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=3565557324163645269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/3565557324163645269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/3565557324163645269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-closeted-packrat.html' title='For a closeted packrat...?'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SjwM9VF2FmI/AAAAAAAAARQ/QEftvvar3fI/s72-c/42915_PE137917_S4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-8600933751165962862</id><published>2009-06-18T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T13:42:43.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let there be TEA!!!! or Coffee, lights....</title><content type='html'>I think these are brilliant, and I would love to do this in a home I own, someday... So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SjqmB3pM9ZI/AAAAAAAAAQY/RkHMNwurKAo/s1600-h/teacup2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SjqmB3pM9ZI/AAAAAAAAAQY/RkHMNwurKAo/s400/teacup2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348770058502731154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.connox.de/kategorien/leuchten/deckenleuchten/coffee-light.html"&gt;Connox.de&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another fun one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SjqmMhQlsNI/AAAAAAAAAQg/_9dfceaQkWc/s1600-h/cone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SjqmMhQlsNI/AAAAAAAAAQg/_9dfceaQkWc/s400/cone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348770241472475346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://mixko.co.uk/BTQ/LT_WP.html"&gt;Mixko boutique.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I could, I'm not sure how I would go about attempting to purchase them anyway :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-8600933751165962862?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/8600933751165962862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=8600933751165962862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/8600933751165962862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/8600933751165962862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2009/06/let-there-be-tea-or-coffee-lights.html' title='Let there be TEA!!!! or Coffee, lights....'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SjqmB3pM9ZI/AAAAAAAAAQY/RkHMNwurKAo/s72-c/teacup2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-6129698135067453118</id><published>2009-06-18T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T11:15:42.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishlist.</title><content type='html'>Just a list of things I hope to acquire over the next couple months for the new place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/Sjp9OExUBkI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Qvh1f-r_AxM/s1600-h/3217769_gallery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/Sjp9OExUBkI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Qvh1f-r_AxM/s400/3217769_gallery.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348725188208100930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bar stools, I think 3. Here's a little peak of what the kitchen area looks like. I think 3 will fit comfortably, and we are not going to have a dining area, as it is being compromised for workspace/desk area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SjqBdkJ1VHI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mrgTmtchps0/s1600-h/76597_PE196885_S4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SjqBdkJ1VHI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mrgTmtchps0/s200/76597_PE196885_S4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348729852376994930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A Queen size bed frame, since Currently I have a full with a queen size mattress, it's retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SjqBB2qisjI/AAAAAAAAAPg/4gqWlbBOjpM/s1600-h/71313_PE186651_S4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SjqBB2qisjI/AAAAAAAAAPg/4gqWlbBOjpM/s200/71313_PE186651_S4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348729376309686834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A tall dresser. Jeremy and I each have a ton of clothes. And my room is always a disaster. We don;t have a dresser now, so I'm hoping a dresser will help eliminate at least some of the messiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SjqCknI7Z9I/AAAAAAAAAQA/2zna5GMvK2k/s1600-h/m_solo-enclosed-tv-cabinet-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SjqCknI7Z9I/AAAAAAAAAQA/2zna5GMvK2k/s200/m_solo-enclosed-tv-cabinet-.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348731072949217234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A media cabinet (not a huge one), OR a Flat screen TV. The living room TV is a nice big ugly CRT. It belongs in a cabinet, behind doors when it's not being watched. But, I really hoping to be able to purchase a smallish flat screen eventually, and get rid of the bigger TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SjqEARzZ3KI/AAAAAAAAAQI/D_41vbYKnlU/s1600-h/_p4w8646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SjqEARzZ3KI/AAAAAAAAAQI/D_41vbYKnlU/s200/_p4w8646.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348732647769758882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ART!!!! Jeremy is planning to get his paints and paint some stuff. I just want some Art to add to my photo only decor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's the list. For now :)&lt;br /&gt;I'll gladly accept hand me downs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-6129698135067453118?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/6129698135067453118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=6129698135067453118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/6129698135067453118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/6129698135067453118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2009/06/wishlist.html' title='Wishlist.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/Sjp9OExUBkI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Qvh1f-r_AxM/s72-c/3217769_gallery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-8874641223529202302</id><published>2009-06-18T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T10:41:45.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back up plan?</title><content type='html'>This is interesting.  Sarah and I gave our landlord our 30-days notice that we will be moving out. She apparently frantically called Sarah both on her cell and at Work. And basically said she's sad we are moving, because we are great tenants (which is really nice to hear! Even if I knew it already). Anyway, she told Sarah she would lower the rent by $200 if we decided to stay. We are paying wayyy too much for what we have, and unfortunately $200 wouldn't be much help. Sarah explained that she is set on moving to Burlingame, and her mind would not be changed. But, that Me and my boyfriend were staying in the area. So, the landlord proceeded to call me, and leave a voicemail, explaining that she would lower the rent if we chose to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a nice gesture, and I would accept if I thought I could not get this place I want. But, I'm so close. All I need is the agreement from work, to prove I'm working and being paid, even though I have not been yet. It's stressing me out that it's been over a week and I don't have it. But, I don't want to step on anyone's toes here. I'm too happy to be back, to start demanding things. I know it's being worked on, and I'll have it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I want the NEWplace, it has more Anemities, for less money, whereas the old place just has more space, for more money.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little comparison:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current (old place):&lt;br /&gt;-2 Bedrooms, 1 1/2 baths (I'd rather not have an extra bathroom to clean )&lt;br /&gt;-small peanut shaped pool (no hot tub)&lt;br /&gt;-Laundry room with 4 washers/dryers, for 40+ units.&lt;br /&gt;-BEAUTIFUL, bamboo floors in the living room&lt;br /&gt;-New granite countertops in the kitchen (with the same old cabinets from 1970 something...)&lt;br /&gt;-Loveley 3 month old double pane windows, I can see the train from my house, so it really is necessary (These past 3 are the only upgrades, everything else is outdated)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New (NEW place):&lt;br /&gt;-Building from 1970, entirely remodeled last year.&lt;br /&gt;-1Bedroom, 1Bath&lt;br /&gt;-Nice big pool, will be great for laps, Hot tub, lounge chairs, and CABANAS!&lt;br /&gt;-Fitness room, Clubhouse, Game room w/ a Wii and Playstation 3&lt;br /&gt;-Stackable Washer/Dryer(brand new), in unit, in the BATHROOM! my favorite. warm towels!&lt;br /&gt;-New pergo flooring, simple light wood.&lt;br /&gt;-All new kitchen and bathroom fixtures and appliances. BLACK countertops.&lt;br /&gt;-I don't believe the windows are double paned, here, but the train is not in view.&lt;br /&gt;-Conveiniently located in walking distance to Safeway with a Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice of our landlord to try to keep us, but, I'm ready to move on up a bit. As much as I'd LOVE to have a spare bedroom to turn into a closet, it's not enough compared to the new place. And, it's still higher rent. :/ Sorry, Ayala Terrace, it's been real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-8874641223529202302?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/8874641223529202302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=8874641223529202302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/8874641223529202302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/8874641223529202302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-up-plan.html' title='Back up plan?'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-3405537549463567225</id><published>2009-06-01T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T15:00:23.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Selling.</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to list some stuff on eBay, in an attempt to make money to move and live, period. Hooray for unemployment! Besides, I have too much stuff here that's been serving no purpose and  I just need to get rid of it, so I can have a clean place. Anyhow,  please check out some of my stuff here:  &lt;a href="http://shop.ebay.com/merchant/churchofkrust"&gt;eBay seller, Churchofkrust.&lt;/a&gt; I plan to keep adding stuff alllll week and then some even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for looking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-3405537549463567225?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/3405537549463567225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=3405537549463567225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/3405537549463567225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/3405537549463567225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2009/06/spring-selling.html' title='Spring Selling.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-7421714295721240739</id><published>2009-05-22T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T11:48:53.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that time again.</title><content type='html'>Well, we are coming up on a year being at our place here in Sunnyvale. Since Jeremy had moved back from New York, we have discussed moving to San Fransisco together. Well, that has been put on hold, because of his job and my lack of one. Sarah  has decided to move in with Stephanie in Burlingame. Jeremy and I are staying around this area. I would like to  find something in Mountain View, but it's looking to be pricier, and my standards are higher since I have a little time this time around, Thank God. Scrambling for a place to live last year was a nightmare. Jeremy had one appointment to view an apartment complex in Sunnyvale called the &lt;a href="http://www.liveatcitra.com/?gclid=CPTOtLTJ0JoCFRMUagodAHZK2g"&gt;CITRA&lt;/a&gt;. I', pretty much in love. It's pretty much at our price limit though. It's less than a mile away from were we are now, which would make for a fairly simple move, I hope. I'm not going to go into details about the place, because I'll pump myself and other people up, and then be crushed when we don't get it. It's happened... Anyway, I'm hoping to apply this afternoon, or first thing next Monday. Wish us luck, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the process of moving, we plan to get rid of A LOT of stuff we've got being stored, presently. Sarah is moving into a bedroom, and we are moving to possibly a much smaller place. So, it's time to let go of some garb we've been carrying around. I plan to donate most stuff to goodwill, as much as I'd love to have a garage sale of some sort before moving day, but it's probably just not going to happen. I will probably try to eBay some stuff, I suppose. Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited to get a NEW place to start fresh in, to get rid of some clutter in the process and get to decorate all over again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-7421714295721240739?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/7421714295721240739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=7421714295721240739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/7421714295721240739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/7421714295721240739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-that-time-again.html' title='It&apos;s that time again.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-3655625462358394526</id><published>2009-05-01T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:41:23.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Ass.</title><content type='html'>I want this Dining Room.&lt;br /&gt;Especially the Chandelier and the Giant gems centerpiece they got going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SfvqjdCJ9-I/AAAAAAAAAPI/0v-N-kfj2NM/s1600-h/dr051009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SfvqjdCJ9-I/AAAAAAAAAPI/0v-N-kfj2NM/s400/dr051009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331112478733105122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taken from this &lt;a href="http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/chicago/chicago-design/goodbye-montgomery-ward-hello-palatial-penthouse-metropolitan-home-083603"&gt;Apartment Therapy entry&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-3655625462358394526?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/3655625462358394526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=3655625462358394526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/3655625462358394526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/3655625462358394526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2009/05/bad-ass.html' title='Bad Ass.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SfvqjdCJ9-I/AAAAAAAAAPI/0v-N-kfj2NM/s72-c/dr051009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-8901372767671253246</id><published>2009-05-01T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T01:08:07.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oriental Midnight, buffet project.</title><content type='html'>While I'm at it.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a before and After from the Buffet's Makeover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/Sfqm8IJG7rI/AAAAAAAAAOo/lHBk0voRD_U/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/Sfqm8IJG7rI/AAAAAAAAAOo/lHBk0voRD_U/s400/Picture+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330756660854451890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the Buffet originally. It was in my grandparent's house. My Aunt assured us that it was not an important piece and if it was too much to lug around from apartment to apartment, we could get rid of it if we wanted. I had contemplated doing so many times. But, my sister wanted to keep it. So I asked her if I could paint it. The wood looks lovely in this photo but in person, it was anything but. It's moved a lot and has so many scratched and dings. My sister wanted me to keep it in original form so that it would match her bedroom furniture if she were to move into a studio. She eventually caved and suggested I paint it grey. Well, awesome. Except the couches are now grey and it wouldn't work in the same space. So, I went with something a little different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SfqoUHXnooI/AAAAAAAAAOw/7tGPqPM0q6A/s1600-h/Picture+195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SfqoUHXnooI/AAAAAAAAAOw/7tGPqPM0q6A/s400/Picture+195.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330758172475368066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The color is called Oriental Midnight, I can't recall the brand... It's from OSH. I have the can here. I was going to replace the hardware as well. But, I ended up really enjoying the way the antique brass looks with this color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SfqoYGXrk1I/AAAAAAAAAO4/pKOiV2typAs/s1600-h/Picture+169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SfqoYGXrk1I/AAAAAAAAAO4/pKOiV2typAs/s400/Picture+169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330758240926667602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to leave it the kitchen. I like the color against my grandmothers paintings on the wall in our dining area.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SfqobYe1b-I/AAAAAAAAAPA/QhLwnlWCdMc/s1600-h/Picture+167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SfqobYe1b-I/AAAAAAAAAPA/QhLwnlWCdMc/s400/Picture+167.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330758297328119778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project complete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-8901372767671253246?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/8901372767671253246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=8901372767671253246' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/8901372767671253246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/8901372767671253246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2009/05/oriental-midnight-buffet-project.html' title='Oriental Midnight, buffet project.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/Sfqm8IJG7rI/AAAAAAAAAOo/lHBk0voRD_U/s72-c/Picture+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-2879821918327857525</id><published>2009-04-30T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:31:36.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update.</title><content type='html'>So, I've been pretty good trying to keep myself busy. I thought I finally show some photos of what I've been up to. I'll start with a post on the Living Room's progress. It's not done. But, I'm pretty happy with how far it's come from what it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;For example:&lt;br /&gt;You can't see much of the living room, but these are honestly probably the only 2 tmes we EVER hung out in the living room until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/Sfqf7uQET-I/AAAAAAAAANw/wtxo3jLXZAU/s1600-h/Picture+062+%2812%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/Sfqf7uQET-I/AAAAAAAAANw/wtxo3jLXZAU/s400/Picture+062+%2812%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330748957322924002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was back in August. We had a futon, and a tiny little 4x6 rug from target, that was actually retarded (not sure what I was thinking).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SfqgQj0NwNI/AAAAAAAAAN4/wRGMk4YIgxE/s1600-h/Picture+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SfqgQj0NwNI/AAAAAAAAAN4/wRGMk4YIgxE/s400/Picture+119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330749315299000530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is much more recent, March of this year. I had passed along the futon in January, because I had the plan to obtain a proper Couch. March rolled around and I still hadn't so, I pulled out My grandmother's fainting couch that I inheirited, just so there would be something in the room, for over a month, there was nothing, and it was depressing. I really LOVE the fainting couch, BUT, let's face it, it belongs in a big old master bedroom (some day...) It's NOT comforatable And, it makes me nervous on the hardwood floors since it's on old casters.&lt;br /&gt;This photo also shows my poor drapery choice. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, here is my living room today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/Sfqh3WU2BmI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mgBqijFZBFM/s1600-h/Picture+185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/Sfqh3WU2BmI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mgBqijFZBFM/s400/Picture+185.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330751081204287074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I toned down the drapes. I had to. I have a wall entirely of drapes to hide my storage, since we don't have much storage space at this place. And I have ALOT of stuff I'm holding on to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/Sfqh-_YcUOI/AAAAAAAAAOI/BBIoKmMJlmk/s1600-h/Picture+186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/Sfqh-_YcUOI/AAAAAAAAAOI/BBIoKmMJlmk/s400/Picture+186.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330751212484317410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures are from a book I found at Ross. I just ripped them out and framed my favorites. I had done this in my last Apartment as well. I LOVE old Hollywood, and old movies. Audrey is the newest addition. She's Jeremy's favorite, so she needed a spot.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SfqiLM-IAaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/0uVC48Aj04k/s1600-h/Picture+190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SfqiLM-IAaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/0uVC48Aj04k/s400/Picture+190.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330751422290461090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy with how this turned out. I had been keeping my books in what looked suitable for VHS tapes. I bought this bookcase at Goodwill, but it's originally from Target, I believe. Notice the Pink frame on top. I LOVE that thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SfqiVCPqT2I/AAAAAAAAAOY/2sSLOuiURL8/s1600-h/Picture+179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SfqiVCPqT2I/AAAAAAAAAOY/2sSLOuiURL8/s400/Picture+179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330751591209914210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is where more needs to be done. I threw the TV on Jeremy's Coffee table when I decide to paint the Buffet that it was on before. I would ideally like to have a small Entertainment cabinet with doors. Something cheap and even beat up. I would like to paint it anyway. Something BOLD and colorful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SfqiczHyEOI/AAAAAAAAAOg/fHCthD-slp0/s1600-h/Picture+176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SfqiczHyEOI/AAAAAAAAAOg/fHCthD-slp0/s400/Picture+176.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330751724589289698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Off to the corner, I made a space for all of my sewing goodies. I used my grandparents Secretary's desk to house all of my sewing supplies. Though I can;t realistically sew in this space, it organizes everything well enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's it for that tour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on my list for the living room now,is just an entertainment cabinet, and a round coffee table! I don't think I'll ever find either. I'm wayyy too picky about what I want for the coffee table. The entertainment cabinet, I'm more flexible on. But, my budget is very strict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Looking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-2879821918327857525?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/2879821918327857525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=2879821918327857525' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/2879821918327857525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/2879821918327857525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2009/04/update.html' title='Update.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/Sfqf7uQET-I/AAAAAAAAANw/wtxo3jLXZAU/s72-c/Picture+062+%2812%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-2652741363393128638</id><published>2009-04-14T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T11:18:20.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse me, while I wipe the drool off my face...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SeTRiqpoJ6I/AAAAAAAAANo/X7wkxjurE3c/s1600-h/4.13.09+no+closet+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SeTRiqpoJ6I/AAAAAAAAANo/X7wkxjurE3c/s400/4.13.09+no+closet+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324611052953413538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Armoire is amazing! From &lt;a href="http://www.livingetc.com/gallery/main.php?g2_itemId=5262"&gt;LivingEtc.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, now I'm inspired to find an Entertainment Armoire to paint for my living room...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-2652741363393128638?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/2652741363393128638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=2652741363393128638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/2652741363393128638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/2652741363393128638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2009/04/excuse-me-while-i-wipe-drool-off-my.html' title='Excuse me, while I wipe the drool off my face...'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SeTRiqpoJ6I/AAAAAAAAANo/X7wkxjurE3c/s72-c/4.13.09+no+closet+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-4967139433558883162</id><published>2009-04-08T11:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:23:29.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes, stripes!</title><content type='html'>I'm planning a trip to Ikea today for this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SdzqkXT4KzI/AAAAAAAAANg/UNso1imgXR0/s1600-h/ikea-stockholm-rand-rug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SdzqkXT4KzI/AAAAAAAAANg/UNso1imgXR0/s400/ikea-stockholm-rand-rug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322386770098662194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stokholm Rug, they had an 8x10 in the as is department Monday night. I'm crossing my fingers that it is still there today. I need a big rug to cover the floors in the living room. And rugs are too expensive for my blood. And I happen to LOVE this rug. If I had the money to get it Monday I would have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm off to ride my bike to the bank, and then come back and cruise over to Ikea in hopes of soming home with this lovely piece of floor covering, and, maybe a coffee table?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need some sort of Entertainment unit/ TV stand. Not today, though... unfortunately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-4967139433558883162?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/4967139433558883162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=4967139433558883162' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/4967139433558883162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/4967139433558883162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2009/04/yikes-stripes.html' title='Yikes, stripes!'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SdzqkXT4KzI/AAAAAAAAANg/UNso1imgXR0/s72-c/ikea-stockholm-rand-rug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-3440331778601471288</id><published>2009-04-08T11:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:18:19.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can see clearly now....</title><content type='html'>I came home last week to this: New windows!!!!! They are updating all the windows in our complex this month. So far only the upstairs is done. But, they started the downstairs windows in other units, so I'm waiting ever so patiently for our time to come. It's going to be so nice in our NEW living room. I took this photo as soon as I walked into my room and saw. I left the drapes off for like 3 days, I was so pleased with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SdzoNo2OA7I/AAAAAAAAANI/GftFpiHQ9TE/s1600-h/Picture+357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SdzoNo2OA7I/AAAAAAAAANI/GftFpiHQ9TE/s400/Picture+357.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322384180645856178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Windows before we SCARY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SdzoxbRyCvI/AAAAAAAAANQ/un5NDIRT4h8/s1600-h/Picture+358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SdzoxbRyCvI/AAAAAAAAANQ/un5NDIRT4h8/s400/Picture+358.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322384795478657778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They actually don't look half bad in this photo. But they are so dirty on the outside... andthe metal is just a mess, and not all of the locks work... which is my biggest complaint. They screwed the screens on from the outside,I assume as a locking device. Seriously, I ripped the screen with my key... Screwing them isn't keeping anyone out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SdzpZKJrC1I/AAAAAAAAANY/Iz9jO5bTJNs/s1600-h/Picture+363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SdzpZKJrC1I/AAAAAAAAANY/Iz9jO5bTJNs/s400/Picture+363.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322385478076009298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grosssss. And yes I do clean them, from the inside. It's all I can do. There's a thumb tack in there acting as a locking device also. pretty sad. It doesn't work. Don't tease me, I tried a few things. On this window I ended up putting on of the working locks on, because I ripped the screen from the outside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-3440331778601471288?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/3440331778601471288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=3440331778601471288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/3440331778601471288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/3440331778601471288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-can-see-clearly-now.html' title='I can see clearly now....'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SdzoNo2OA7I/AAAAAAAAANI/GftFpiHQ9TE/s72-c/Picture+357.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-100948037074284021</id><published>2009-04-04T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T12:33:09.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COUCH.</title><content type='html'>So, I may have my couch. It's in San Bruno, and my dad is coming with me to look at it today at 530, and possibly bring it to my house if all goes as planned. I'm pretty stoked on it from the photos.&lt;br /&gt;It looks similar to this, but this is not it exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/Sde1eEx7Z6I/AAAAAAAAANA/Orn5OH0dSYk/s1600-h/75629_PE194095_S4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/Sde1eEx7Z6I/AAAAAAAAANA/Orn5OH0dSYk/s400/75629_PE194095_S4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320921013045389218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it's got the chaise that come out on the side, which I LOVE. It's Grey Microfiber. It just keeps getting better. I love that it's grey. I hope all goes as planned, when I see it in person!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-100948037074284021?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/100948037074284021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=100948037074284021' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/100948037074284021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/100948037074284021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2009/04/couch.html' title='COUCH.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/Sde1eEx7Z6I/AAAAAAAAANA/Orn5OH0dSYk/s72-c/75629_PE194095_S4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-4019217723132028958</id><published>2009-03-27T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T01:04:19.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Room Service.</title><content type='html'>I came across this pretty radical Furniture site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://roomservicestore.com/store/mid_century_modern_classics/index.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room Service.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could afford a few items...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/ScyHghmP5XI/AAAAAAAAAMo/rZAW1IxUuYA/s1600-h/mod_wingchair_black_white_543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/ScyHghmP5XI/AAAAAAAAAMo/rZAW1IxUuYA/s400/mod_wingchair_black_white_543.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317774252862072178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/ScyHmvpgcAI/AAAAAAAAAMw/E0jNLfFpanU/s1600-h/avalon_headboard_yellow_543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/ScyHmvpgcAI/AAAAAAAAAMw/E0jNLfFpanU/s400/avalon_headboard_yellow_543.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317774359713050626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/ScyIEN6krYI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bhz3RjqQbMc/s1600-h/deep_sofa_velvet_smoke2_543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/ScyIEN6krYI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bhz3RjqQbMc/s400/deep_sofa_velvet_smoke2_543.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317774866053901698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be rich.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-4019217723132028958?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/4019217723132028958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=4019217723132028958' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/4019217723132028958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/4019217723132028958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2009/03/room-service.html' title='Room Service.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/ScyHghmP5XI/AAAAAAAAAMo/rZAW1IxUuYA/s72-c/mod_wingchair_black_white_543.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-1902596557105949804</id><published>2009-03-24T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T15:40:12.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Cleaning?</title><content type='html'>I really want to move! But, that may not happen for some time at the rate I&lt;br /&gt;m going on my Job search. So, I've decided to re-do my living room. I spent this morning and afternoon deep cleaning the kitchen and living room so, it's prepared for my big plans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting a real couch for quite a while now. And lately, I've actually been hunting for something affordable on my unemployment budget. I've mostly been anti-craigslist for a couch. But, I have seen a few that look actually nice. But still I'm spoiled and I'm really not sure how much I trust it. Sunday night, Jeremy and I took a trip to Ikea, and.... I found a couch. The price is good and its cute. It's cheap because it has no color options and does not come with any warranty. Which is fine for me. I'm hoping someday I'll have money to afford a sectional sofa. This just needs to make me happy for the next few years. Anywho, It's a nice brushed brown twill. I wish I could post a photo but I can't. I'm hoping to buy it next week!!!! weeee! I just need to ask my dad for use of his truck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on my list is to keep surfing craigslist for the rest of what I want:&lt;br /&gt;-A 5x7, or 8x10 Area rug, that's not ugly. (So far this is the most difficult, because rugs are bannkk) I really need to protect the nice bamboo flooring we have, though.&lt;br /&gt;-Dining table with 4-6 chairs. (I currently have 2 hopefuls, so we'll see)&lt;br /&gt;-Coffee table, and 1 or 2 side tables (Jeremy has decided he wants to build these possibly, which would be awesome!)&lt;br /&gt;-Ottoman.&lt;br /&gt;-TV Armoire or some sort of proper TV stand, entertainment unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All items need to be free or under $50.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too too worried about paint finish and condition to a certain point. I'll take the best deals is it's something that can be painted or easily repaired.&lt;br /&gt;It's been fun searching so far. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm too embarrassed for a before photo. But, I'll have an after, someday....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-1902596557105949804?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/1902596557105949804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=1902596557105949804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/1902596557105949804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/1902596557105949804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-cleaning.html' title='Spring Cleaning?'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-7399881401130627945</id><published>2009-03-11T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T02:39:09.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Show and Tell.</title><content type='html'>I know, I've been neglecting this blog. But, I have been distracted. Not a huge loss. Anywho, I plan on making my blog much less personal anyway once I switch over and get my spiffy new site and URL. But, real quick here's one super personal entry. Hope it's not too annoying. I just really wanted to share a couple photos I'm really happy about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy's return! This photo I took of us on Jeremy's 27th Birthday last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SbeEDUQRgtI/AAAAAAAAAMY/U_Q2xuQLx1A/s1600-h/2009+march+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SbeEDUQRgtI/AAAAAAAAAMY/U_Q2xuQLx1A/s400/2009+march+076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311859478018228946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a great one!!!! Jeremy and his niece, Elora. After we took her to Bounce-o-Rama to play with Lolo and Ryan B! We've gotten to steal her away from Jeremy's sister a few days and take her to play with the Ry Guy!!! I love her smile! it kind of makes my heart melt. And, I love that in this photo, Jeremy and her have the same smile!!!! So related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SbeEOALFBWI/AAAAAAAAAMg/AsRWQmqfuaA/s1600-h/2009+march+236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SbeEOALFBWI/AAAAAAAAAMg/AsRWQmqfuaA/s400/2009+march+236.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311859661606290786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll try to steer away from the boring personal stuff now. Just wanted to share my happiness!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-7399881401130627945?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/7399881401130627945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=7399881401130627945' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/7399881401130627945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/7399881401130627945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2009/03/show-and-tell.html' title='Show and Tell.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SbeEDUQRgtI/AAAAAAAAAMY/U_Q2xuQLx1A/s72-c/2009+march+076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-3605603172301003828</id><published>2009-03-08T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:39:55.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nude picks.</title><content type='html'>Just a quick note to mention my favorite polishes at the moment. Since discovering the new Sally Hansen Insta-Dri line, particularly the shade beige blast, I've become more obsessed with Nude nail polish. It really ALWAYS looks good, I feel like. It's kind of a fool proof shade. I've cleaned out a lot of my colors now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in case anyone's interested. Here are a few highly recommended Nude colors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SbS4-5rO-RI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/RKr2sUcAxLk/s1600-h/2009+march+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SbS4-5rO-RI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/RKr2sUcAxLk/s320/2009+march+072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311073251350214930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#1)  Sally Hansen Insta-Dri in 03 Beige Blast&lt;br /&gt;#2) OPI in Bare in Trafalgar Square&lt;br /&gt;#3) Rimmel Lycra Wear 10 in Milk Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait! Bck to the Sally Hansen Insta-Dri, TRY IT! it's amazing. Even if you don't like nudes, they have a whole line of colors and they seriously dry instantly and it's amazing. I LOVE it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-3605603172301003828?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/3605603172301003828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=3605603172301003828' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/3605603172301003828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/3605603172301003828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2009/03/nude-picks.html' title='Nude picks.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SbS4-5rO-RI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/RKr2sUcAxLk/s72-c/2009+march+072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-8949847920164520165</id><published>2009-02-10T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T00:01:19.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Unemployment.</title><content type='html'>I have been lusting after these shoes for a while now... And of course, today I learned they are on sale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SZKFEBXOEgI/AAAAAAAAAL4/xMU0ORYjMsA/s1600-h/pl629912-00vliv01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SZKFEBXOEgI/AAAAAAAAAL4/xMU0ORYjMsA/s400/pl629912-00vliv01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301446015500292610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fuck you, Piperlime. This means 2 things: A) I still cannot afford them, even on sale. Or could afford them, but have no place to be purchasing $90 shoes while unemployed. And B) This possibly means they won't be available for me to purchase when I DO have a job again, and can feel okay about purchasing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-8949847920164520165?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/8949847920164520165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=8949847920164520165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/8949847920164520165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/8949847920164520165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2009/02/stupid-unemployment.html' title='Stupid Unemployment.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SZKFEBXOEgI/AAAAAAAAAL4/xMU0ORYjMsA/s72-c/pl629912-00vliv01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-4041529979507065050</id><published>2009-02-06T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T02:49:52.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm drooling.</title><content type='html'>Possibly found my dream house. I love the way this woman decorated her house in Chicago. So many ideas, I'm inspired by for my next place....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorites parts are this family room that's just there off the kitchen with that black and white wallpaper! I love the art collage on the wall with the plates and the paintings. Such a cute layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SYwTisBFg4I/AAAAAAAAALw/kxPTS79XW9I/s1600-h/beth01_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SYwTisBFg4I/AAAAAAAAALw/kxPTS79XW9I/s400/beth01_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299632348160426882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the Master Bedroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SYwTVAzrFdI/AAAAAAAAALo/6HQGxxpm5j8/s1600-h/beth17_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SYwTVAzrFdI/AAAAAAAAALo/6HQGxxpm5j8/s400/beth17_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299632113223144914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love all the COLORS!!! with the Black and white. I'm itching to redecorate so badly right now! Holy shit. But, I won't waste it here. I want to wait until I move, when it will be more worth it. I'm not too stoked on my place at the moment enough to spend time doing rad stuff, just to have to out it back later. Next time, I'm going all out on the decorating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out her Shower. So jealous. Witch. That is my DREAM shower. For so many reasons. I HATE Shower over bathtubs. blah. I HATE shower curtains. And I fear slipping on the stuff baths and showers are usually lined with. This shower solves EVERY one of those issues. amazing, AND it has multiple shower heads. 2 thumbs way up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://gallery.apartmenttherapy.com/photo/020509beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-4041529979507065050?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/4041529979507065050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=4041529979507065050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/4041529979507065050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/4041529979507065050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2009/02/possibly-found-my-dream-house.html' title='I&apos;m drooling.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SYwTisBFg4I/AAAAAAAAALw/kxPTS79XW9I/s72-c/beth01_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-6610958447494359097</id><published>2009-02-05T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T02:29:28.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SYq--_vtvoI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ri2WcNOMyes/s1600-h/58885889_03f2b50e62.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SYq--_vtvoI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ri2WcNOMyes/s320/58885889_03f2b50e62.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299257901027540610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stoked.&lt;br /&gt;Sarah bought me a ticket to see The Lovemakers on Friday night, because she's AMAZING! And today Stephanie confirmed that she has purchased a ticket as well and will be joining us.&lt;br /&gt;The Lovemakers at The Blank Club a few years ago, is still one of the best shows I've been to. I really love The Blank Club for shows, you get to be so close. And The Lovemakers are SOOOooooo much fun to watch perform, especially when Lisa and Scott make out, or when Scott dances!!!! ACGH!!!!! I am beyond stoked right now, I'm glad it's only a day away. Time to start thinking about a fun outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SYq_Hyb0PgI/AAAAAAAAALY/VPL13ZAROG4/s1600-h/59206546_7930fd6c7e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SYq_Hyb0PgI/AAAAAAAAALY/VPL13ZAROG4/s320/59206546_7930fd6c7e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299258052073242114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy for me right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-6610958447494359097?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/6610958447494359097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=6610958447494359097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/6610958447494359097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/6610958447494359097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2009/02/love.html' title='Love.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SYq--_vtvoI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ri2WcNOMyes/s72-c/58885889_03f2b50e62.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-8312300959451223560</id><published>2009-02-02T23:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T00:21:02.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need you so much closer.</title><content type='html'>Listening to Death Cab right now is making me gloomy... but, I really have no reason to be. I wish I&lt;br /&gt;could make things simpler and time pass more quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And the distance is quite simply much too far for me to row,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it seems farther than ever before &lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I need you so much closer...&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So come on, come on..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-8312300959451223560?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/8312300959451223560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=8312300959451223560' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/8312300959451223560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/8312300959451223560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-need-you-so-much-closer.html' title='I need you so much closer.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-8303006969170005856</id><published>2009-02-01T02:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T02:29:42.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bummed out.</title><content type='html'>The following scenario is not helping my self confidence for the day ahead tomorrow. ACH!&lt;br /&gt;I just tried to put on my EC Star "Love Me" jeans to possibly wear tomorrow, and my giant ass hips or something else huge, ripped them. I almost started crying right then and there.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE these jeans. The are all BLACK, pegged, slightly cropped with heart shaped pockets on the bum. I never wear them for fear they'll get ruined... BINGO!&lt;br /&gt;Point is. I need to lose some chunk. And get a job, so I can afford to take my jeans to get fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-8303006969170005856?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/8303006969170005856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=8303006969170005856' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/8303006969170005856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/8303006969170005856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2009/02/bummed-out.html' title='bummed out.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-4517925340464116403</id><published>2009-01-31T14:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T14:52:22.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For my love of Tea.</title><content type='html'>Just had to share these. Adorable:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SYTUokJ279I/AAAAAAAAALE/eTt3tTbM05k/s1600-h/heart_tea_cups600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SYTUokJ279I/AAAAAAAAALE/eTt3tTbM05k/s320/heart_tea_cups600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297592855059427282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SYTUenKR7DI/AAAAAAAAAK8/TXcbbY5pNzw/s1600-h/heartcup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SYTUenKR7DI/AAAAAAAAAK8/TXcbbY5pNzw/s320/heartcup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297592684067810354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can buy the white ones here: http://www.bitsandpieces.com/product.asp_Q_pn_E_42846 Not sure where to get those colored ones, yet.... But, I'm determined to find out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-4517925340464116403?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/4517925340464116403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=4517925340464116403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/4517925340464116403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/4517925340464116403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-my-love-of-tea.html' title='For my love of Tea.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SYTUokJ279I/AAAAAAAAALE/eTt3tTbM05k/s72-c/heart_tea_cups600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-8590588637227887152</id><published>2009-01-30T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T00:33:25.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sofasssss.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SYQMZVtUAWI/AAAAAAAAAK0/q0caVCIy9EY/s1600-h/HG134408.jpg"&gt;Since I've been craving a sofa, I thought I scope some out online. Check out a few I love.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SYQMTTe6qYI/AAAAAAAAAKs/XZ2N58YBAcs/s1600-h/Santa-Barbara-Sectional_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SYQMTTe6qYI/AAAAAAAAAKs/XZ2N58YBAcs/s200/Santa-Barbara-Sectional_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297372587481540994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SYQMPkU62gI/AAAAAAAAAKk/zHxEyVg7NoE/s1600-h/circa_leaf_angle_565x400_c6_44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SYQMPkU62gI/AAAAAAAAAKk/zHxEyVg7NoE/s200/circa_leaf_angle_565x400_c6_44.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297372523283536386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SYQMJSqdIlI/AAAAAAAAAKc/zgee-Goqq-o/s1600-h/WINT-TD6322-MECUE-03-B_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SYQMJSqdIlI/AAAAAAAAAKc/zgee-Goqq-o/s200/WINT-TD6322-MECUE-03-B_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297372415462810194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SYQMEFGNMCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/2mVN4zANmyY/s1600-h/p273731_488_336-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SYQMEFGNMCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/2mVN4zANmyY/s200/p273731_488_336-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297372325921763362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SYQL-wDvg5I/AAAAAAAAAKM/L_ohbesxIX8/s1600-h/HG134298_alt4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SYQL-wDvg5I/AAAAAAAAAKM/L_ohbesxIX8/s200/HG134298_alt4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297372234374939538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want something deep and super cushion-y and soft. But, of course super cute too. I want a couch like my Girlfriend Lisa's. It's heavenly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this site that I think is pretty rad: http://www.bemz.com/index.php/page/shop/prod_id/2/model_id/41/pattern_id/13/#&lt;br /&gt;(if It was something I could afford.) They make slipcovers for various Ikea sofas. Such a great idea, so many more options!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-8590588637227887152?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/8590588637227887152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=8590588637227887152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/8590588637227887152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/8590588637227887152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2009/01/sofasssss.html' title='Sofasssss.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SYQMTTe6qYI/AAAAAAAAAKs/XZ2N58YBAcs/s72-c/Santa-Barbara-Sectional_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-2283797571593045801</id><published>2009-01-25T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T13:37:55.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get rich quick!</title><content type='html'>Unemployment blows. BLOWS!&lt;br /&gt;I just realized I'm officially short on rent. I fuckkkked up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so annoyed I have not received one unemployment check yet. If I had just ONE, I'd be fine for the month. I'm kind of freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;SO, the plan is. Don't drive anywhere! Sell some shit on Ebay. Hope Comcast doesn't shut me off because I need internet to apply for work. And sit here and wait for a Check! I hate this.&lt;br /&gt;I know it will pass, and things will work out. But in this moment, unemployment sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where money is not concerned, life is really great. I'm really happy today, after a couple days of being somewhat tense and spastic. I'm very much at peace, and looking forward to things coming my way! West,  that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-2283797571593045801?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/2283797571593045801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=2283797571593045801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/2283797571593045801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/2283797571593045801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2009/01/get-rich-quick.html' title='Get rich quick!'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-190372938801322887</id><published>2009-01-17T02:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T02:58:31.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate you 3am.</title><content type='html'>I need someone to be awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been awesome at growing my nails out lately. Tonight, they keep finding their way into my mouth, ready to be chewed right the eff off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for attempting sleep.  Can't wait for a wake up call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krust=Crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-190372938801322887?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/190372938801322887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=190372938801322887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/190372938801322887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/190372938801322887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-hate-you-3am.html' title='I hate you 3am.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-5714160824794064669</id><published>2009-01-14T14:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T14:39:11.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A friend in need.</title><content type='html'>I want a couch. Like a REAL big comfy sofa, preferably with an armchair and ottoman to accompany it. I gave up my futon, which I did love, but it had to be done. It wasn't cutting it as living room furniture anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy is in town again! So, I am getting to hang around with him a lot this week. It's nice to have him here. But, really, it does just make me sad, because I know he will soon be gone once again. And, I still kind of hate that. Whatever. I'm trying to be happy. woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No job yet. I applied for a bunch today though. So, I'm really hoping something happens. I've decided that I think I want to work in SF, so I will have an excuse to move there. I think I'm in need of a change. Like something bigger than just a new job. I kind of really want to live on my own. I dunno. Maybe it will pass. I'm just not happy with my current living situation. eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, I think I might need therapy. I really need a job so I can get some insurance asap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-5714160824794064669?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/5714160824794064669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=5714160824794064669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/5714160824794064669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/5714160824794064669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='A friend in need.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-3509017195516276662</id><published>2008-12-24T01:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T01:57:33.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray for Brandt's</title><content type='html'>So, our dinner gathering tonight was great.&lt;br /&gt;It was awkward I suppose at times, just because we were meeting close family for the first time, that ave lived about 7 miles away my whole life! But everyone was soooo inviting and friendly, and FAMILY!!! I'm grateful to my Aunt Linda for putting this together with my Dad.&lt;br /&gt;I talked the longest to my Aunt Linda, who at one point told me how much like I act like my Mom did in her early 30's. I don't always see it in myself. I see the things I know of her in my Sister a LOT. But I guess it could be because I didn't know my mother at that age, obviously. So, that was really special to hear. My Mom must have been wayyyy cool in her 30's! hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I loved every minute. I actually almost didn't want to leave!&lt;br /&gt;Before we left, one of my cousins wives, got a sheet of paper out and passed it around for everyone to put their email addresses and phone numbers on and then made copies for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Easily, the BEST Christmas present I will get this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE my family. Family I've known all my life, and family I met just few short hours ago. It's good to be a Brandt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-3509017195516276662?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/3509017195516276662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=3509017195516276662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/3509017195516276662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/3509017195516276662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2008/12/hooray-for-brandts.html' title='Hooray for Brandt&apos;s'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-1819222372858734137</id><published>2008-12-23T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T17:24:28.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm ready.</title><content type='html'>So, I'm sitting home waiting for my sister so we can go to this party at my uncles. which now I'm told is NOT a Birthday party. But some sort of surprise...? I have no idea. I'm really excited and hope it gets me pepped up for the days ahead because I'm not feeling my usual Christmas excitement this year. It's my favorite holiday usually. I miss Christmas breakfast with my Mom and Dad, or opening gifts early. I miss getting excited over silly things. Sarah and I kind of kept it alive last year. But, this year is different. I guess I didn't try, because I feel like I just didn't care to. Which is really sad when I think about it. I wish I had a home to go back to for the holidays, and could spend the whole day with my family. I'm so jealous of everyone who does. Just another thing I took for granted. Kind of think I'll sleep through the day until it's time for dinner, when I get to see everyone I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the depressing rant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-1819222372858734137?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/1819222372858734137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=1819222372858734137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/1819222372858734137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/1819222372858734137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-ready.html' title='I&apos;m ready.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-3729951706260663877</id><published>2008-12-23T03:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T03:44:09.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why so glum?</title><content type='html'>It's 3am, and I'm still awake! boo.&lt;br /&gt;Unemployment is a tad depressing. Only because I'm not very good at getting myself out of bed before noon if I don't have a reason to :/ So, I stay up wayyyy too late and don't always have buddies to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping I'll follow thorough with a few of the projects I have lined up after the Christmas hoopla this week.&lt;br /&gt;1) working on a few more mini skirts. My first attempt was a mess, but #2 was at least wearable. Though it's pretty much done for now... It was a bit "delicate", I am not. :)&lt;br /&gt;2)Living room makeover. Mainly I just want to get rid of like more than half of our storage (but, I have to do it behind Sarah's back, I'm fnding)&lt;br /&gt;3)keep cooking! I've been trying.&lt;br /&gt;4)GYM! before I have to cancel the membership :( due to being jobless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose these could qualify as New Years resolutions, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week ahead should be fun! I'm really excited for everything. Tomorrow night (well, tonight now!) I am going with the rest of the Brandt clan to see the OTHER BRANDT clan! (and, like Noah once said, The more Brandt's, the better.) It's very exciting, because sadly, I barely know them. It's my Father's brother whose married and apparently has 3 children (I thought there were 2). When I was young or possibly even before I was born they had a falling out and never spoke even though they lived right here the bay area all my life. I have met my uncle himself at least twice in the past 10 years. My mother had gotten in touch with him after my parents separated and I went to see him with her once,  and he was at my mother's memorial service. MY father and his brother have reconciled in the recent years but he was living in Washington or something. Anyhow, his wife (my aunt?) invited us to his Surprise birthday party tomorrow night, and I'm super thrilled to see and meet these Brandt's.  I Love family. I can't wait to have more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda secretly hope this week and the next go by fast. The first week of January is looking good so far. I get my hair done! I always put it off long enough to where it's a real treat when it's time. AND, California gets one of my favorite residents back.&lt;br /&gt;All of January promises great things actually. More tattoo work possibly, and most importantly, a NEW Brandt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright back to Three's Company! I wish I could find Christmas Vacation! I love Clarke Griswald.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-3729951706260663877?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/3729951706260663877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=3729951706260663877' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/3729951706260663877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/3729951706260663877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-so-glum.html' title='Why so glum?'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-3732362275771048365</id><published>2008-12-09T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T01:00:24.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why not?</title><content type='html'>I guess the appropriate question is, why? (Because I know I'm not getting any of it.) And the answer is I'm bored, I like lists and shopping.&lt;br /&gt;This is kind of my Ultimate wish list, I added some crazy stuff for fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 THESE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SUdnloGeMcI/AAAAAAAAAJY/H3yXKnyCpIQ/s1600-h/Cendrillon-Brief.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 165px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SUdnloGeMcI/AAAAAAAAAJY/H3yXKnyCpIQ/s200/Cendrillon-Brief.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280302984232579522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;http://www.agentprovocateur.com/cendrillon.html&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love when I saw them worn by one of cocktail waitresses at Hustler. To die for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SUdoIzNtl0I/AAAAAAAAAJg/Aa28kNx-b24/s1600-h/164708_gray_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SUdoIzNtl0I/AAAAAAAAAJg/Aa28kNx-b24/s200/164708_gray_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280303588511160130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Because they are over the KNEE! I am dying for over the knee boots...&lt;br /&gt;http://store.alloy.com/item.do?categoryID=39&amp;amp;itemID=49036&amp;amp;sizeFilter=&amp;amp;colorFilter=&amp;amp;brandFilter=#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SUdoxXSjG_I/AAAAAAAAAJo/aHzRMS1Gf4U/s1600-h/look13_1big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SUdoxXSjG_I/AAAAAAAAAJo/aHzRMS1Gf4U/s200/look13_1big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280304285389888498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Self Explanatory. (Also wanted: Top #5)&lt;br /&gt;http://lochers.com/collection13.html&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE this designer. Emily and I bought a few shirts from her this year and it was a total dream come true, since we've been drooling over this website for much too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4: The Unattainable 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SUdswMZrWlI/AAAAAAAAAKA/DfRVdQK2rGw/s1600-h/img-thing2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SUdswMZrWlI/AAAAAAAAAKA/DfRVdQK2rGw/s200/img-thing2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280308663333640786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SUdssiLVLAI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/YwOgos9DEKY/s1600-h/img-thing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SUdssiLVLAI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/YwOgos9DEKY/s200/img-thing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280308600459570178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chanel Camelia ring and Repetto purple satin flats (both older styles, as far as I know, not available at all anymore) Not that I could afford them if they were! A girl can dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5: To go here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SUdr4NJ5zfI/AAAAAAAAAJw/j17hn-BVrIs/s1600-h/dodgeball-10-31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SUdr4NJ5zfI/AAAAAAAAAJw/j17hn-BVrIs/s200/dodgeball-10-31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280307701463240178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hellllloooooooooo, trampolines AND Dodgeball. Sign me up!&lt;br /&gt;http://www.jumpskyhigh.com/index.asp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also:&lt;br /&gt;-Navigation for my car, or a phone with good navigation&lt;br /&gt;-A trip to Tahoe or somewhere with snow to go Snowboarding.&lt;br /&gt;-A place to live that I actually like, that isn't a but load of money.&lt;br /&gt;-A Job&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-3732362275771048365?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/3732362275771048365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=3732362275771048365' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/3732362275771048365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/3732362275771048365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-not.html' title='Why not?'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SUdnloGeMcI/AAAAAAAAAJY/H3yXKnyCpIQ/s72-c/Cendrillon-Brief.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-5547704288597827515</id><published>2008-12-08T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T10:31:28.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is it, don't get scared now.</title><content type='html'>I think I'm slightly in denial that I will have no job in just few short hours. I really wanted to get to work this morning and have everything be back the way it was like a month and a half ago. I want everyone to be here plugging away or slacking off, whatever we did best. I guess I could actually do without a lot of those people, but I'd suck it up to get to work with the ones I did enjoy. Oh well, this is life. I an only hope that things will get better now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-5547704288597827515?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/5547704288597827515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=5547704288597827515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/5547704288597827515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/5547704288597827515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-it-dont-get-scared-now.html' title='This is it, don&apos;t get scared now.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-8920875850581561943</id><published>2008-12-04T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T10:43:16.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because I'm losing, doesn't mean I'm lost.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I am a little loopy, I guess. No one hates me. Or at least they don't anymore. I was just being overly sensitive, what else is new? We are down to less than 3 days left here and counting... It's really slow going (because there is almost NO work), so I've been getting off around 3ish the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got myself back into the Gym! FINALLY. I have been putting it off for who knows why. I was soooo good last year about it, then I got my bike, and then Softball season came, and I figured I was fine since I was doing other alternative physical activity. WEllll, I can totally notice the affects of not doing shit since softball ended. Stupid Krust. Anyhow, I'm going to take my FAVORITE class tonight! Spinning with Dave Dude Bro! I'm so excited I might try to hug him.  I miss having my gym buddies though. My social anxiety totally kicks in when I'm there alone. But, really thats something I HAVE to get over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! So, I got this Job lead from my father... One of his buddies is the CEO of this company in Embarcadero Center, and my Dad had mentioned to him what was going on with my job, and the guy told my dad to have me get ahold of him, because he might be able to "find a spot for me". Very exciting. WEllllll, I had left him a voice mail on Tuesday and sent him an email with my resume. Well, he did respond this morning, but that he was busy and he will be in touch with me in the next few days and that he looks forward to chatting with me. So, I was nervous before about having to contact him... Well, now I think I might be more nervous. I really just like instant gratification. I have a serious fear of the unknown. But, still, I am very grateful. VERY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah and I talked and decided officially on not getting a tree this year. We are going to save the $40 or whatever this year. We really have nowhere to put it and hope to move very soon anyway. I'll hang some lights and put out some stuff. Maybe I'll find a little bush I can decorate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Thanksgiving dinner again. Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*EDIT* Lisa is giving me her Nordstroms Dress form that I will be decorating as my Christmas tree! Soooooo fucking perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-8920875850581561943?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/8920875850581561943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=8920875850581561943' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/8920875850581561943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/8920875850581561943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-because-im-losing-doesnt-mean-im.html' title='Just because I&apos;m losing, doesn&apos;t mean I&apos;m lost.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-5994983895683097675</id><published>2008-12-01T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T14:49:39.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't really help it if my tongue's all tied in knots.</title><content type='html'>I just listened to "Follow you Down" By the Gin Blossoms. and now I want to listen to more and I'm totally watching Empire Records tonight. Thank You Gin Blossoms for bringing me some nostalgia this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work blows. The work part isn't bad at all actually. But, I have this really strange feeling that people here hate me all of the sudden. Who knows. I honestly don't know what I could have done, but some people are just being short with me now and I hate that shit. If you have an issue with me, tell me. What if there's a misunderstanding? I don't do well with these situations.  I just don't get people when the get upset and just expect that you know what's going on, or just blow you off regardless. I have a great deal of respect for the people that are left here with me. I can honestly say that I feel our managers made the proper decisions keeping this group here to finish everything out. And I can't think of what I would have said or done that would have upset any of them. I would just like to know, so I KNOW. that's all. I could very well just be losing my mind, and there's no issue. I just have a feeling. Hopefully it will blow over, or I'll just ignore it. Unfortunately, I only have 5 days left with this group... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm. What else? I had a very nice Thanksgiving and Thanksgiving weekend. Heck, the past week has been reallllly nice all together, really. I'm a happy girl minus my work worries. I went out only one night out of the entire four day weekend. But, it was a great night. I hate lines... But I ended up having a ton of fun. I really still  love San Jose. But, I know I won't be moving back down there anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really hoping we can get into San Mateo early next year... cross your fingers for me. However, I really should wait to look into moving until after I find a job. Seeing, as my now most promising job lead is in downtown San Fransisco which would be quite a commute for me, (and I HATE commuting) as well as an all around lifestyle change I'm sure. But, we'll see. It could be really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is as excited for Christmas time. It's my absolute favorite. I'm really trying to be excited, I'm not as much as I usually am though... but it's starting to seem like it might be a gloomy one. I'm just not ready for it. But, I want to try not to let that get me down. It's always a bittersweet time of year for me, so I like to try to keep it as happy as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;"I can't let it get me off&lt;br /&gt;Or break up my train of thought&lt;br /&gt;As far as I know, nothing's wrong&lt;br /&gt;Until I hear it from you"&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-5994983895683097675?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/5994983895683097675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=5994983895683097675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/5994983895683097675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/5994983895683097675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-cant-really-help-it-if-my-tongues-all.html' title='I can&apos;t really help it if my tongue&apos;s all tied in knots.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-3302236727297175782</id><published>2008-11-24T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T14:16:44.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>obsession.</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mini SKIRTS, shorts, Over the Knee socks, Tights, and BOOTS!&lt;br /&gt;That's all I care to wear these days. I have a problem. But, I'm kind of loving it.&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably over do it, because I have the tendency to get excited and go with something and not know when to stop. But fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving getting dressed these days. I spent a good few hours fashion-showing it up in my bedroom last night planning out future outfits. And I'm pretty much set for a while. I have outfits planned for dayyyyys.&lt;br /&gt;Yayyyy Fall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Favorite looks (These were not created by me), from my favorite website:&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SStBjWkXieI/AAAAAAAAAG4/tpl4eyxCmFA/s1600-h/Picture+6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SStBjWkXieI/AAAAAAAAAG4/tpl4eyxCmFA/s200/Picture+6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272379864376642018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SStBOvDL8WI/AAAAAAAAAGg/OKE80mRarRU/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SStBOvDL8WI/AAAAAAAAAGg/OKE80mRarRU/s200/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272379510171103586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"My fantasy has turned to madness, All my goodness has turned to badness."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-3302236727297175782?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/3302236727297175782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=3302236727297175782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/3302236727297175782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/3302236727297175782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2008/11/obsession.html' title='obsession.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SStBjWkXieI/AAAAAAAAAG4/tpl4eyxCmFA/s72-c/Picture+6.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-2335240316450317436</id><published>2008-11-20T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T11:19:37.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing beats a good distraction.</title><content type='html'>Shit's going down at work, literally.  In the sense that soon there will be no more work. boo. So, that's wearing on me. However, never under estimate the power of a good distraction. I'm in a super good mood today. I hope it will only get better.... hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope is everyone is fantastic. Or is able to go out and find a cute guy or new outfit to defer your bad thoughts for a bit. Always works for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-2335240316450317436?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/2335240316450317436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=2335240316450317436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/2335240316450317436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/2335240316450317436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2008/11/nothing-beats-good-distraction.html' title='Nothing beats a good distraction.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-5191561789767628276</id><published>2008-11-14T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T13:03:53.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Could it be that everything goes round by chance.</title><content type='html'>I fully intend to just the shit out of my bike allllll weekend. I haven't been doing nearly enough physical activity since Softball ended and I'm starting to NOTICE it! boo. It could just be PMS. But, that's usually my answer to all my complaints :) Don't judge me, it's totally fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being at work right now is weird, and borders full on sucking, at some times :/&lt;br /&gt;Today is actually a bit better despite one thing I'm really sad about.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of faces that I loved seeing everyday are gone and I miss them, and I know it won't be long until all the rest of those face are gone too, along with mine! Ever since Softball, we've totally created this little family, that I LOVE. I just hope it lasts despite the fact that we will no longer be together 40 hours a week. These are some of the best people around.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, the actual work part is mostly easy for me right now... however, It's really just depressing to be killing something we've all worked so hard on while we've been working here, some longer than others. I do have hope that the company will be able to bounce back form this and do something with the products they do have. Then it might not feel like a total waste, even if I don't profit from it.&lt;br /&gt;I've been so proud of what I did here and to be working for this company and had the opportunities I had. I know that I was good at my job, sometimes excellent, sorry to brag. But this was a perfect place for me. I've been lucky enough to have had some great leaders as well as coworkers.&lt;br /&gt;I had lunch with an old boss yesterday, who I LOVED, who has agreed to be a reference for me. It was so nice to get see and talk to her again since her leaving was very abrupt and I never had the chance to even say goodbye. She was always very motivating, and talking to her yesterday helped me put some things into perspective. She told me how proud she was of me and how much she's seen me grow while I've been working at IMMI. Which made me feel really great. Because I see it too, so it's nice to know someone else has noticed. I've grown a tremendous amount in many different ways since working here. I've learned things and DONE things. I am more confident in myself, and more aware of what I am capable of achieving.&lt;br /&gt;With that being said. My plan is to see how possible it will be to get my ass back into school for a short period of time, BUT long enough to get myself a degree or certification. So, wish me luck on deciding what the actual goal is and area of study will be, as I have few things still to sort out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and P.S. Tonight was supposed to be the night I flew to New York for my Vacation!!! as if I'm not a bummer enough as it is. I still have my stacks of a few outfits I had picked out folded on the floor in my room ready to pack. HA! It's really sad. I had fun outfits all planned out, and I bought a new fucking coat. I canceled my flight Friday night after talking to Jeremy about what had happened. If I took the trip still, I would not have gotten to stay and work and get paid that extra money that now, that I am potentially jobless, I will need. It's just sad. I was excited to get out of here for a bit. I haven't gone away at all this year yet. I was excited to see Jeremy again, because it's a very rare occurrence at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright enough of my bologna!&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone else is excellent. SUNSHINE PUPPIES and RAINBOWS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-5191561789767628276?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/5191561789767628276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=5191561789767628276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/5191561789767628276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/5191561789767628276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2008/11/could-it-be-that-everything-goes-round.html' title='Could it be that everything goes round by chance.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-5167985804800188515</id><published>2008-11-09T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T16:30:51.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost it.</title><content type='html'>Well, the past 2 days have been nothing short of interesting and potentially life changing depending on how I bounce back from it. I went to work Friday Morning prepared to hear some bad news, but I never expected the Bomb that dropped. The CEO informed the entire company during a staff meeting, that a good chunk of broadcasters had backed out of deals we had lined up, and that one huge company we've been doing business with for over a year now completely dropped out and ended the partnership we had with them. Basically no one can afford to use us right now, money in advertising is at an extreme low. After explaining that, he went on to say that the company planned to make some pretty drastic cut backs immediately, and that the amount of people employed with the company would go from 70+ people to only 20. He dismissed everyone from work for the day. He apologized and sent us off to meet with our department heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My group met with our bosses, and our department manager pulled out a piece of paper with what she wrote down to say because she was so nervous. You could tell she was genuinely scared. She told us that our ENTIRE department was being eliminated, and all 6 panels were completely being shut down. After that she met with everyone individually. They laid off almost 1/2 my department on Friday afternoon, they had checks and everything. There are 2 more groups left. I am on the last wave, and staying until December 8th. I felt like I was in an episode of the Twilight Zone, the receptionist had started putting boxes together for people to collect their belongings. It was insanity. I've never seen anything like it. Coworkers were going around with notepads to get numbers and emails in hopes that this is not the last we'll see of everyone, there were tears and most of them were from me. I LOVE my job. For so many reasons. I'm literally heart broken right now. I've lost one the most important things in my life. And, there's not a thing I or anyone I work with could have done about it. This was an actual direct affect of how bad the economy is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today I applied for about 15 various jobs. And I'm terrified. I hate interviewing. I get so tense and nervous in normal everyday situations, interviews are just bad news for me. So, boo. But, I'm trying to remain positive. Fortunately I have family and friends here for me when things go down and I need some guidance. I came and shacked up with Scott and Emily last night since Sarah went to LA for the weekend and I didn't feel like being alone the whole weekend. And it's just a good excuse to get to hang out and have some good ol' Brandt Family fun, because it is the best kind of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now a bit of a tribute to my time spent with IMMI. Thank you to these AMAZING people and so many more for being you. I am so grateful to have had the opportunity to have worked with each and every one of you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SReATaCa7tI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ToeunySGbd8/s1600-h/Picture045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SReATaCa7tI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ToeunySGbd8/s320/Picture045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266819360128429778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SReAP5oxK7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/RV0mfGVMLl8/s1600-h/Picture066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SReAP5oxK7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/RV0mfGVMLl8/s320/Picture066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266819299891293106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SReAEsTEDSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/rY_ir8RM-Hc/s1600-h/IMG_3452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 165px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SRd_mrMFE3I/AAAAAAAAAFo/NUZSDxV62bM/s320/Picture3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266818591638229874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-5167985804800188515?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/5167985804800188515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=5167985804800188515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/5167985804800188515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/5167985804800188515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2008/11/lost-it.html' title='lost it.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SReATaCa7tI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ToeunySGbd8/s72-c/Picture045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-2458873546039040787</id><published>2008-10-28T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T17:06:19.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Happy Halloween.</title><content type='html'>I'm stoked for Halloween and the upcoming weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Halloween at work is always a good time. I love seeing everyone dressed up in costumes. It gives you a fun little insight to another side of the people you work with everyday. I have a fun costume to wear to work, that is actually extremely simple, which is really nice. the zero effort I have to put into this costume makes it a favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a almost official plan for Halloween evening. I had been rethinking going out at all after my LOVELY mistake last Saturday (skipping dinner followed by too many vodka cocktails). And since hearing some friends plans to cruise to Oakland and or Frisco for Halloween festivities. I started to plan a PJ night. No adventures for me this year... BUT! After some talk with a coworker, I found a perfect middle ground. Mansion gathering in Palo Alto is looking to be PLAN A. Close to home. I like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Costume for work: CHECK!&lt;br /&gt;Costume for Halloween evening: iffffffy......&lt;br /&gt;So, now to quickly finish plans for my evening costume. 3 days people!!! shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN! SATURDAY is the big day. Well, bigger day than most. Our Baby shower for Emily and Baby Bubba Brandt! We've been planning it for months, and I'm so excited to see how it plays out, and if I am any good at this kind of stuff. I really am ecstatic! I am so pleased with our plans and the way things have been working out over the past few conversations our little committee has had. I feel like we are really pulling together to make something really special happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I work with  few morons and It's horribly horribly frustrating. I also think I'm just irritable somewhat in general lately, I've noticed. What gives? I'm not sure. Vacation will be good here soon... So, I apologize if I come off rude. I've had about 3 or 4 friends ask me if I'm  mad at them for something... awesome. I don't really get  mad if I can avoid it. I hate being mad. I have been quiet lately though. I'm just inside with my thoughts, nothing personal :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-2458873546039040787?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/2458873546039040787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=2458873546039040787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/2458873546039040787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/2458873546039040787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Happy Halloween.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-6496549900220971134</id><published>2008-10-22T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T14:27:34.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We might as well be strangers in another town. We might as well be living in a different world.</title><content type='html'>Happy Wednesday. I feel very strongly that it should be Friday. I am having kind of an off week. I had a cold over the weekend, and it's still lingering... I'm a mess when I'm sick. I have allergies pretty bad, so I should be used to a constant runny nose but, nope. And I don't hold back shit when I blow. So, I'm scaring off pretty much anyone who encounters me at this point. On top of just being extra clutzy (spilling drink makeup and various other contents all over myself), I'm slower at everything I do right now. Needless to say, this shit needs to F - off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick update on my life:&lt;br /&gt;Still working. Trying to do more at work... I've been in this lull since my Olympic project ended. So, I'm looking forward to my project with Warner Brothers/CW next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sharks season has begun again, and I got the opportunity to go to the Columbus Blue Jackets game and sit in the 1st row directly on the glass behind the Blue Jackets. I humiliated myself on local (and national, I's sure) Television. Awesome. But, I had a blast watching the game way up close and personal while my coworkers talked shit to the Blue Jackets most of the evening. &lt;br /&gt;I've learned the art of Beer Pong and about mastered it. haha, not really. I suck, but I usually do good when Travis is on my team, or when I play against him and he lets me cheat. I always have fun hanging out with that whole crew, I'm so glad to have been invited to join in events with all them. Sometimes, you just gotta get crazy, and we usually do. I Love new friends.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Jeremy was here a few weeks ago visiting from NEW YORK!!!! Which was beyond awesome. I haven't seen him in  a year and a half or more, a the last time I saw him we were dating. And we haven't kept in touch much at all since he moved. I thought it was going to be slightly weird, but it totally wasn't. It just seemed like old times, which was nice. I hate losing touch with people, and I have with sooo many people. AND, a few weeks ago I found out that I had 13 Vacation days saved up, and I top off at 15 days accrued. and I accrue almost 7 hours a month. I haven't taken any vacation this year, soooo... I decided to go to New York for a week. I'm extremely nervous about flying by myself. But, it'll be good to force myself to get over the fear and do something on my own. Mind you, I won't be alone while in New York. But getting there is half the battle, so it's still a big deal to me. I'm excited to go in the fall and be there when I'm not trying to keep myself from getting hypothermia because I'm a baby when it comes to being cold. So, I'm excited or a November trip to check it out. I'm hoping to make enough money before I go to enjoy some more serious shopping. So far, I plan to go to the Adidas store, and the H&amp;M's for sure to shop. But, I'd love to acquire some new Denim. Jeremy also mentioned that it will be necessary to check out Barney's, however I doubt I'll be purchasing there. It will be neat to see none the less. And, with that being said, I've hopped on the band wagon and started to list a few things here and there on eBay, that I've been meaning to get rid of for a while now anyway, to see if I can get a little extra spending cash for the trip. Check it out if you feel so inclined, Seller name: ChurchofKrust. It's really just a few items at a time. I get over it too easily to list very much at once. But, I have a bunch of stuff that should be showing up there in the next couple weeks. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, back to work and drooling over hottie coworkers, because I am 12!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-6496549900220971134?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/6496549900220971134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=6496549900220971134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/6496549900220971134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/6496549900220971134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-only-just-crush-itll-go-away-its.html' title='We might as well be strangers in another town. We might as well be living in a different world.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-182808591045597201</id><published>2008-09-22T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T11:56:48.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got an itch to scratch.</title><content type='html'>It's been an eventful weekend. Went out Friday in San Jose and Saturday in San Francisco with some coworkers. We got Stephanie to come out on Friday night and it was so fun! I love DANCING with the Stephie. I miss it :( It's really kind of the best.&lt;br /&gt;I got the opportunity to attend my very first real Football Game. Saw the 49ers pretty much crush the Detroit Lions. It was awesome. The seats were insanely close... And before the I had only watched it on TV, so it was a bit surreal. I was a little taken aback by it all. I have a favorite on the team. Don't know his name or anything. He was fun to watch. #45.&lt;br /&gt;I am officially pooped. BUT, I have a BIG GAME to play tonight. We always win 630 games. Probably because we can't drink before... &lt;br /&gt;Come cheer us on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reallllllly really want to shop. I'm totally craving a good shopping adventure. But not like the regular shopping.I want to go shop on Haight and go to Braindrops! I want to go to H&amp;M maybe and Urban in SF. OR to Berkley. Hell, maybe somewhere NEW? I think I should take a shopping "day off"...... hmmmmm. I guess I could wait for a weekend. But, that's less fun ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLOR for my tattoo is this Saturday!!!! Who's coming??!!?&lt;br /&gt;I think my coworker is going to come for the trip, which will be funnnn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-182808591045597201?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/182808591045597201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=182808591045597201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/182808591045597201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/182808591045597201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2008/09/ive-got-itch-to-scratch.html' title='I&apos;ve got an itch to scratch.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-1983638296684996483</id><published>2008-09-11T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T12:29:58.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is why I don't commit to plans.&lt;br /&gt;I have to say to NO to like 3 or 4 invites this week for various potentially AWESOME outings. boo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON a Positive note, My coworker just informed me the the PUMPKIN SPICE LATTES are back!&lt;br /&gt;It's that time again. Yessssssssss. I will be at Starbucks today at 330 ordering my first of the Season and I cannot wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-1983638296684996483?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/1983638296684996483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=1983638296684996483' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/1983638296684996483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/1983638296684996483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-why-i-dont-commit-to-plans.html' title=''/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-8326821583694345079</id><published>2008-09-09T11:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T12:01:41.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teeeeef.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so. Do I suck it up and face my fear and see a damn regular dentist? Or pay the price and do the sedation dentistry so I can pretend it's not really happening? AND they can do ALOT of work in one sitting. &lt;br /&gt;Fuck. I'm so cheap, and so afraid.&lt;br /&gt;My teeth will just have to fall out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I might be broke for a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me out. I'll smile a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-8326821583694345079?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/8326821583694345079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=8326821583694345079' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/8326821583694345079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/8326821583694345079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2008/09/teeeeef.html' title='Teeeeef.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-8658379948392095887</id><published>2008-09-08T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T13:50:54.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today kinda sucks.</title><content type='html'>I'm really anxious and nervous today.&lt;br /&gt;Too much going on in my head!!!! boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-baby shower plans. &lt;br /&gt;-legitimately uncomfortable in the work place for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;-my teeth are continually in pain, and I'm fearing the dentist, so I finally called a sedation dentist. But, am worried about the cost... and then having to find someone to have the time to come with me to get me home after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just a passing phase, I know.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for work to be over, then it will be time to focus on softball.&lt;br /&gt;We are playing the only undefeated team in the league... we're screwed.&lt;br /&gt;They are 6-0, we are 2-4. woohoo, so ready to get creeeeamed. like actually excited. because for an hour that's all that I will  have to care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would enjoy being at home with the SIMS2 expansion pack... ahem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I would very much enjoy T.I., to have as my very own. yes please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-8658379948392095887?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/8658379948392095887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=8658379948392095887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/8658379948392095887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/8658379948392095887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-kinda-sucks.html' title='Today kinda sucks.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-7640720164539825659</id><published>2008-09-03T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T17:11:48.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and Mariah go back like babies with pacifiers</title><content type='html'>I heard this song BLARING! literally in Betsey Johnson on Friday night, it was rad. I was the only person shopping at the time, and the associates were just rockin' out while they organized around the store. Well, needless to say. I fell in love. It's a really fun song. The beat is just fun to shake it to, especially when its up LOUD. Should be one of her singles if it isn't yet. I really love Mariah, and I LOVE this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't get him outta my mind &lt;br /&gt;Can't explain it but it's somethin 'bout him &lt;br /&gt;Makin me hot &lt;br /&gt;Like a motor revvin' over and over &lt;br /&gt;It don't stop &lt;br /&gt;He cruised beside me now &lt;br /&gt;I'm flyin, drivin' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through yellow lights &lt;br /&gt;I'm ignorin' every sign of caution that they provide &lt;br /&gt;Driver's Education 101 &lt;br /&gt;Slipped out of my mind &lt;br /&gt;I need me a caddy &lt;br /&gt;With some cruise control &lt;br /&gt;No, no, no &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been told so many sagas &lt;br /&gt;He brings the drama, six baby mamas &lt;br /&gt;But uh ooh &lt;br /&gt;I can't resist him &lt;br /&gt;Just want to kiss him &lt;br /&gt;I need cruise control &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might need to go slow, I don't know &lt;br /&gt;Why I ease up on the brake &lt;br /&gt;Every time I see his face &lt;br /&gt;I'm outta control, I... I don't know &lt;br /&gt;How to stay up in my lane &lt;br /&gt;Every day and night &lt;br /&gt;He's cruisin' through my brain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever I go he be cruisin' &lt;br /&gt;Turn to the right ooh he so smooth with it &lt;br /&gt;Deep down inside don't want to lose him &lt;br /&gt;He already know I'm willin' to go &lt;br /&gt;Gotta get on cruise control &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't nobody, can't nobody tell me nothin' &lt;br /&gt;When he comes in to view &lt;br /&gt;Cause he's the flyest ting when he be cruisin' &lt;br /&gt;On me avenue &lt;br /&gt;Then da door open, de gals 'pon de block &lt;br /&gt;They be hopin', to rob the clock me say no man &lt;br /&gt;Step up step up bottle broken &lt;br /&gt;Think I'm jokin'? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been told so many sagas &lt;br /&gt;He brings the drama, six baby mamas &lt;br /&gt;But uh ooh &lt;br /&gt;I can't resist him &lt;br /&gt;Just want to kiss him &lt;br /&gt;I need cruise control &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might need to go slow, I don't know &lt;br /&gt;Why I ease up on the brake &lt;br /&gt;Every time I see his face &lt;br /&gt;I'm outta control, I... I don't know &lt;br /&gt;How to stay up in my lane &lt;br /&gt;Every day and night &lt;br /&gt;He's cruisin' through my brain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever I go he be cruisin' &lt;br /&gt;Turn to the right ooh he so smooth with it &lt;br /&gt;Deep down inside don't want to lose him &lt;br /&gt;He already know I'm willin' to go &lt;br /&gt;Gotta get on cruise control &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Damian Marley] &lt;br /&gt;You put your hand in cruise control &lt;br /&gt;And you deny me if you want &lt;br /&gt;And you will starve yourself of love &lt;br /&gt;If you don't speed and break the law &lt;br /&gt;You can't get no speeding ticket &lt;br /&gt;On the highway to my heart &lt;br /&gt;And it might be a rocky road &lt;br /&gt;And you can exit if you want(Why you always..) &lt;br /&gt;Look at life just like a pessimist &lt;br /&gt;You already like a wife up in my premises &lt;br /&gt;And right ya now you cruise control it is my nemesis &lt;br /&gt;Just come again and stop and start just like a genesis &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mariah Carey] &lt;br /&gt;Might need to go slow, I don't know &lt;br /&gt;Why I ease up on the brake &lt;br /&gt;Every time I see his face &lt;br /&gt;I'm outta control, I... I don't know &lt;br /&gt;How to stay up in my lane &lt;br /&gt;Every day and night &lt;br /&gt;He's cruisin' through my brain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever I go he be cruisin' &lt;br /&gt;Turn to the right ooh he so smooth with it &lt;br /&gt;Deep down inside don't want to lose him &lt;br /&gt;He already know I'm willin' to go &lt;br /&gt;Gotta get on cruise control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo drama. Thanks Mariah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-7640720164539825659?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/7640720164539825659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=7640720164539825659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/7640720164539825659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/7640720164539825659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2008/09/me-and-mariah-go-back-like-babies-with.html' title='Me and Mariah go back like babies with pacifiers'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-6259865136445601301</id><published>2008-08-20T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T14:35:56.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Genuinely UPSET.</title><content type='html'>I want this more than anything right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://sfbay.craigslist.org/pen/apa/805062405.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bathroom connects the 2 bedrooms. and then has a 1/2 bath as well.&lt;br /&gt;It has a washer and dryer in unit.&lt;br /&gt;2, yes 2 car garage!&lt;br /&gt;FIREPLACE!&lt;br /&gt;And they allow cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why was this not available 2 months ago?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of want to go to the Open House in hopes that it's actually horrible...&lt;br /&gt;Boo to my lease.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-6259865136445601301?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/6259865136445601301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=6259865136445601301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/6259865136445601301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/6259865136445601301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2008/08/genuinely-upset.html' title='Genuinely UPSET.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-9051640304958559813</id><published>2008-08-20T14:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T14:38:59.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chick flick appreciation. Not to be read by dudes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SKyLNmBnBeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/q79SBHoCapw/s1600-h/51EYTMC3PSL._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SKyLNmBnBeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/q79SBHoCapw/s200/51EYTMC3PSL._SS500_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236713532386903522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught this movie on Lifetime last night... and I pretty much fell in love.&lt;br /&gt;Watch it. Steph especially, because you usually appreciate this garbage with me. But, I have a feeling you've seen this already. It's a cute one. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Synopsis:&lt;br /&gt;"Three women who share a house are all about to turn 30. Tentative, mousy Micki has just had her fiancée, Jeff, break off their wedding plans because she's not passionate enough for him. Beautiful Tanya is pregnant and has lost her job as a sales clerk, but her boyfriend Tom isn't ready to marry and raise a child. Jasmine , who loves being single and dating bad boys, is tired of her family's pressure to marry. She proposes that all three get married, notify their families, then divorce. They go to Las Vegas to pursue the scheme. Micki hooks up with a dreamy cowboy, Cary, who instructs her in the art of passion. Tanya lures an older fellow, divorced businessman Oliver, planning to trick him into thinking that he's responsible for her pregnancy. Jasmine falls for Oliver's younger friend Matt who turns her on despite being a nice guy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love John Corbett, I was happily surprised to see him! Sooooo dreamy...I wouldn't mind a cowboy.&lt;br /&gt;I love all 3 characters in this movie. I could relate a little bit to each of them.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the 90's&lt;br /&gt;If and When I ever do get married, please believe I will have a 90's Limo, (because that's when they were still considered cool) and me and my bridesmaids will drink champagne and hang out of the sunroof all the way to the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;What the hell, we should just rent one and do that this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Who's with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Included on the Soundtrack is "You might Think" By the Cars.&lt;br /&gt;I've been rocking out to this pretty much all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think I'm crazy&lt;br /&gt;To hang around with you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you think I'm lucky&lt;br /&gt;To have something to do&lt;br /&gt;But I think that you're wild&lt;br /&gt;And inside me is some child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think I'm foolish&lt;br /&gt;But baby it's untrue&lt;br /&gt;You might think I'm crazy&lt;br /&gt;All I want is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think it's hysterical&lt;br /&gt;But I know when you're weak&lt;br /&gt;You think you're in the movies&lt;br /&gt;And everything's so deep&lt;br /&gt;But I think that you're wild&lt;br /&gt;When you flash that fragile smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think it's foolish&lt;br /&gt;What you put me through&lt;br /&gt;You might think I'm crazy&lt;br /&gt;All I want is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is hard, so hard to take&lt;br /&gt;There's no escape, without a scrape&lt;br /&gt;But you kept it going 'til the sun fell down&lt;br /&gt;You kept it going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think I'm delirious&lt;br /&gt;The way I run you down&lt;br /&gt;But somewhere, sometimes&lt;br /&gt;When you're curious&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back around&lt;br /&gt;And I think that you're wild&lt;br /&gt;And so-o uniquely styled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think it's foolish&lt;br /&gt;This chancy rendezvous&lt;br /&gt;You might think I'm crazy&lt;br /&gt;But all I want is you&lt;br /&gt;All I want is you&lt;br /&gt;All I want is you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-9051640304958559813?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/9051640304958559813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=9051640304958559813' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/9051640304958559813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/9051640304958559813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2008/08/chick-flick-appreciation-not-to-be-read.html' title='Chick flick appreciation. Not to be read by dudes.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SKyLNmBnBeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/q79SBHoCapw/s72-c/51EYTMC3PSL._SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-5777262141006103067</id><published>2008-08-19T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T15:43:09.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Partially by request from Emily.</title><content type='html'>Update. &lt;br /&gt;I'm boring. haha!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not so much. But I'm sure no one cares to hear about the goings on in my life, and I have been somewhat busy.&lt;br /&gt;Softball season is in full swing, and its awesome. I had to miss one practice and I was pretty sad about it :/&lt;br /&gt;It's so much fun, even though I suck quite a lot. Last Monday was our first Victory 14-2!!! Quite a big victory. All the games we've lost we've been sooo close to winning. Last night we played an awesome game, but lost 18-15 to a team of dudes and their moms, which is totally awesome. Anyway, I was surprised at the turnout of spectators last night! My dad showed up! and it was a late game! I thought he went to bed at like 8. I was stoked to see him there. Scott and Emily came again, along with honorary fan Sarah, who has only missed one game, so she has her own team hat! Then Danny and Mattie showed up. It was a rad feeling to have my crew there rooting for our team. Next week's game is another early game 6:30, and there is talk of possibly bbqing after the game at the park... This will be one NOT to miss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than Softball, my workload is slowly getting smaller for the time being with the Olympics getting ready to wrap. It will be nice to relax a little bit after this project, but hopefully not for too long. I've loved this project, even though its been intense most of the time. I love feeling like I am doing something worthwhile here, and I enjoy feeling the appreciation for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah and I have just about finished our place almost... It's quite cute right now. We still have less space and oddly more stuff. But it's come together. I got away with not needing to buy one piece of new furniture! I don't even have a dresser in my bedroom... I tried something a little unconventional and I'm kinda diggin it. My room is officially my sanctuary. I'm really happy with how its laid out and set up. Although a queen size bed frame would complete it. &lt;br /&gt;Because my queen mattress tends to get a little crazy on the full frame. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are mostly good. I have been a little hazy and in a dream like state for the past week, but I think I'm coming back to reality... I'm not sure if it was related to the fact that I had drank more nights in a week than I am used to, or if it was related to other things... I guess time will tell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying inside of excitement for my niece or nephew to develop further and be born.... fuuuuuuuuuck! Emily showed me things she has purchased for baby Brandt, and I'm so stoked the kid has possessions officially. It's happening! Baby, come meet meeeeeee! Or start kicking like crazy so, I can feel it! that will hold me over once it starts happening. Maybe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sister SARAH's 24th Birthday is on Thursday!!! So, now it's time to prepare for a good long weekend of celebrating my Sari-cakers! Hit us up, we are doing it up RIGHT! Thursday, Friday, Saturday!!!! and hell, maybe we'll find something to do Sunday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is some Ryan Lochte for your face! &lt;333 I would marry this fool in a millionth of a second. Homeboy's got it going on. Why do I always like the young ones....? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SKtLa8QZF5I/AAAAAAAAAFY/tbyGTNnQCSU/s1600-h/lochte_portrait1280x1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SKtLa8QZF5I/AAAAAAAAAFY/tbyGTNnQCSU/s320/lochte_portrait1280x1024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236361917971896210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty much heartbroken that Swimming is over. Someone send me a swimmer to ease the pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-5777262141006103067?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/5777262141006103067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=5777262141006103067' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/5777262141006103067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/5777262141006103067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2008/08/partially-by-request-from-emily.html' title='Partially by request from Emily.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SKtLa8QZF5I/AAAAAAAAAFY/tbyGTNnQCSU/s72-c/lochte_portrait1280x1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-8669918115824877669</id><published>2008-07-17T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T11:21:49.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE a good Thursday.</title><content type='html'>And this will be one of those GOOD Thursdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the madness at work, which I'm actually totally into, I'm stoked. Every once in a while, I really enjoy this fast paced stuff where everything is just happening and changing. One thing after the next. Who needs to slow down? Keeps me on my toes. Plus, I'm in need of distractions to keep my mind off other things, so it woks out well right now. I'll rest after I can say I accomplished something (assuming I can, haha!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what looks to be yet another long, hectic, but FUN day of work, I have Softball practice. Easily one of my favorite things going on right now. I'm really happy I joined the team. I'm getting to know people in the company that I would not usually encounter. I love the whole being a part of a "team" thing. I think after this is over I might consider joining another team outside of work. I'm really having that much fun, and we haven't even had a game yet. That being said. Anyone who reads this and wants to come to a game, Please do!!!! Our first is Monday night. Contact me for info. We don't have our uniforms yet (which I designed!! :D) but we should have them by our 2nd game. I'm very proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think some of us our going to the batting cages after practice too. I could use A LOT of batting practice, among other things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN! TONIGHT.... Get ready for it....&lt;br /&gt;A couple of the girls from work invited me to join them to see THE DARK KNIGHT tonight at midnight! I'm dying... I LOVE Christian Bale. And am also a Heath fan, so this extremely exciting. Batman Begins is easily one of my favorite movies, so I'm really anxious to see this one, of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-8669918115824877669?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/8669918115824877669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=8669918115824877669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/8669918115824877669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/8669918115824877669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-good-thursday.html' title='I LOVE a good Thursday.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-7044126920903994410</id><published>2008-07-11T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T14:34:03.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>26.</title><content type='html'>I went to our company softball teams first official practice yesterday. I was a lot of fun. I'm way too excited about it all. However, I suck, and not just a little either.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I was talking to one of the guys from work and in conversation he asked he asked how far apart my sister and I were in age, and I answered 2 years. He then asked how old she was, and I answered that she will be 24. He then assumed I was 22. which was nice, but I laughed and admitted that I was in fact 26. This was the first time I had to say I was 26. I don't know why, but it fully freaked me out, right there. Like I couldn't look at him because I was scared of a reaction. there may have not been one. But, I couldn't risk it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like that this age things worries me so much. I don't really even get why it does. But, it really does!&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't feel, by any means, old.&lt;br /&gt;But, to me 26 sounds like it's getting up there. I don't feel 26. I haven't done enough to be 26. It just sounds old. I should have so much more of my shit together.&lt;br /&gt;I feel 22, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my rant. &lt;br /&gt;I hate you, 26.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-7044126920903994410?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/7044126920903994410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=7044126920903994410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/7044126920903994410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/7044126920903994410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2008/07/26.html' title='26.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-5652255034014927923</id><published>2008-06-26T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T16:45:12.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Materson.</title><content type='html'>Paging MATERSON...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raymond Materson. Or just plain Materson will do. Please contact me asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-5652255034014927923?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/5652255034014927923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=5652255034014927923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/5652255034014927923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/5652255034014927923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2008/06/materson.html' title='Materson.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-8052941143008159083</id><published>2008-06-12T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T16:29:12.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciation.</title><content type='html'>Zigga. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the smile today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SFGvRjGCY9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/efGE42jNR3s/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SFGvRjGCY9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/efGE42jNR3s/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211138959857574866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple things like this bring me such joy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-8052941143008159083?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/8052941143008159083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=8052941143008159083' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/8052941143008159083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/8052941143008159083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2008/06/appreciation.html' title='Appreciation.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SFGvRjGCY9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/efGE42jNR3s/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-3883292552695275425</id><published>2008-06-09T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T12:39:55.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Auntie Krust.</title><content type='html'>Accepted forms:&lt;br /&gt;The Anti-Krust (like Anti Christ.)&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Krust.&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Kristina. &lt;br /&gt;Auntie.&lt;br /&gt;Aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word is odd after looking at it saying and spelling it a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is big time.&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to my aunt on the phone last week and she said "Being an aunt is one of the best things you get to be, I so know the excitement you have right now"&lt;br /&gt;I Love you BABY BRANDT. I'm going to smother you with Love and affection and spoil the shit out of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to be an Aunt.&lt;br /&gt;Boo-yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm to see fetus photo &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-3883292552695275425?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/3883292552695275425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=3883292552695275425' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/3883292552695275425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/3883292552695275425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2008/06/auntie-krust.html' title='The Auntie Krust.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-5315894213081081383</id><published>2008-06-03T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T16:08:06.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the market...</title><content type='html'>I'm getting ready to purchase a laptop.&lt;br /&gt;Actually I have been ready for close to a month.&lt;br /&gt;I've built a few, or picked out others and just when I've made the decision and it's time to pull the trigger, I freeze.&lt;br /&gt;It's such a large sum of money to spend in one purchase.&lt;br /&gt;If I only I hadn't fucked myself over and was able finance it... I'd be more at ease.&lt;br /&gt;shiiiiit. I hate expensive purchases. It took me MONTHS to finally buy my car in 2005.&lt;br /&gt;I;m just worried. I'm going to do it, and then something better that I could afford will come out... which is exactly what happened when I bought my car. The New GTI's came out and I fell in love, but had just purchased my TC. eh.&lt;br /&gt;What the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need reassurance.&lt;br /&gt;And advice on how NOT to screw this thing up.&lt;br /&gt;Send me links to inexpensive external hard drives and nice 15.4" laptop cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-5315894213081081383?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/5315894213081081383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=5315894213081081383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/5315894213081081383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/5315894213081081383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-market.html' title='In the market...'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-4991264848209735089</id><published>2008-06-02T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T13:59:35.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIDAY.</title><content type='html'>Was excellent.&lt;br /&gt;For many reasons.&lt;br /&gt;I got that feeling back in my stomach that I had missed so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met these amazing creatures.&lt;br /&gt;(Most photos are blurry, because I prefer the lighting without the flash, and I wanted to try to disturb the animals as little as possible.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SERT6uDk6bI/AAAAAAAAADA/XXZfM8c4gNg/s1600-h/IMG_2933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SERT6uDk6bI/AAAAAAAAADA/XXZfM8c4gNg/s320/IMG_2933.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207379337407687090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SERUCODk6cI/AAAAAAAAADI/C2I4PTk71nc/s1600-h/IMG_2964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SERUCODk6cI/AAAAAAAAADI/C2I4PTk71nc/s320/IMG_2964.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207379466256705986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SERUNuDk6dI/AAAAAAAAADQ/25rsuNBmU1k/s1600-h/IMG_2968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SERUNuDk6dI/AAAAAAAAADQ/25rsuNBmU1k/s320/IMG_2968.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207379663825201618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SERUVeDk6eI/AAAAAAAAADY/mM6UFWTQ2oY/s1600-h/IMG_2994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SERUVeDk6eI/AAAAAAAAADY/mM6UFWTQ2oY/s320/IMG_2994.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207379796969187810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SERU1-Dk6jI/AAAAAAAAAEA/V2TDBiFICcs/s1600-h/IMG_3127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SERU1-Dk6jI/AAAAAAAAAEA/V2TDBiFICcs/s320/IMG_3127.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207380355314936370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SERUwODk6iI/AAAAAAAAAD4/8jk6Uf64v_o/s1600-h/IMG_3125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SERUwODk6iI/AAAAAAAAAD4/8jk6Uf64v_o/s320/IMG_3125.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207380256530688546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SERUpODk6hI/AAAAAAAAADw/pqS9KnlmBh4/s1600-h/IMG_3110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SERUpODk6hI/AAAAAAAAADw/pqS9KnlmBh4/s320/IMG_3110.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207380136271604242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SERUjuDk6gI/AAAAAAAAADo/c07KPpS3Hc0/s1600-h/IMG_3118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SERUjuDk6gI/AAAAAAAAADo/c07KPpS3Hc0/s320/IMG_3118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207380041782323714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SERUdODk6fI/AAAAAAAAADg/r97c6BvuHu0/s1600-h/IMG_3104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SERUdODk6fI/AAAAAAAAADg/r97c6BvuHu0/s320/IMG_3104.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207379930113174002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And The Jellyfish, which are rad! The colors and the lights... &lt;br /&gt;And in the exhibit they were playing THIS song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you remember&lt;br /&gt;When we met&lt;br /&gt;That's the day I knew you were my pick"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agh! I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SERXFODk6pI/AAAAAAAAAEw/zzYoLIARlIM/s1600-h/IMG_3089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SERXFODk6pI/AAAAAAAAAEw/zzYoLIARlIM/s320/IMG_3089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207382816331197074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SERW_ODk6oI/AAAAAAAAAEo/skUFYeu35HQ/s1600-h/IMG_3086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SERW_ODk6oI/AAAAAAAAAEo/skUFYeu35HQ/s320/IMG_3086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207382713251981954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SERVYeDk6nI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gtS8XEOACUg/s1600-h/IMG_3023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SERVYeDk6nI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gtS8XEOACUg/s320/IMG_3023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207380948020423282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SERVTODk6mI/AAAAAAAAAEY/EJxZaD0yE9s/s1600-h/IMG_3079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SERVTODk6mI/AAAAAAAAAEY/EJxZaD0yE9s/s320/IMG_3079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207380857826110050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SERVIODk6kI/AAAAAAAAAEI/kpehlpJyME8/s1600-h/IMG_3005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SERVIODk6kI/AAAAAAAAAEI/kpehlpJyME8/s320/IMG_3005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207380668847548994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And had a blast. I have since learned many interesting facts about Octopuses. (yes, Octopuses is an acceptable plural form of Octopus.) They are my favorite right now. This guy in particular. He has 7 arms, and 1 nub....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SERTYeDk6YI/AAAAAAAAACo/HSSrynieE_0/s1600-h/IMG_2883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SERTYeDk6YI/AAAAAAAAACo/HSSrynieE_0/s320/IMG_2883.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207378748997167490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SERTpeDk6aI/AAAAAAAAAC4/8EsCl8buHns/s1600-h/IMG_2906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SERTpeDk6aI/AAAAAAAAAC4/8EsCl8buHns/s320/IMG_2906.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207379041054943650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SERTj-Dk6ZI/AAAAAAAAACw/sami49Qdjrc/s1600-h/IMG_2889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SERTj-Dk6ZI/AAAAAAAAACw/sami49Qdjrc/s320/IMG_2889.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207378946565663122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was totally dancing around for us and putting on a show. I took a ton of pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to have a pet Octopus. But they have very short life spans and are super smart and excellent escape artists. and as much as I love cuddling, I don't want to wake up with one in my bed, unexpectedly.&lt;br /&gt;Jason took me to the Chart House for Dinner, and it was the BEST! After seeing Salmon swim around, I totally ordered Salmon for Dinner... As well as a Calamari Appetizer.. I'm, evil. but, It's sooooo good. And Dessert was the winner. Molten chocolate Lava cake, sprinkled with Heath Bar... I want to go back NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SERYw-Dk6sI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ceCAWmLFT0s/s1600-h/IMG_3140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SERYw-Dk6sI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ceCAWmLFT0s/s320/IMG_3140.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207384667462101698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SERYquDk6rI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ys2eWwzGLAw/s1600-h/IMG_3138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SERYquDk6rI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ys2eWwzGLAw/s320/IMG_3138.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207384560087919282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SERXOeDk6qI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_R9BOw6egLc/s1600-h/IMG_3102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SERXOeDk6qI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_R9BOw6egLc/s320/IMG_3102.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207382975244987042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work, now...&lt;br /&gt;A least I have cheesecake and TEA!&lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy, happy Krust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-4991264848209735089?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/4991264848209735089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=4991264848209735089' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/4991264848209735089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/4991264848209735089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2008/06/friday.html' title='FRIDAY.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SERT6uDk6bI/AAAAAAAAADA/XXZfM8c4gNg/s72-c/IMG_2933.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-1642201670069062676</id><published>2008-05-29T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T16:26:00.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooky.</title><content type='html'>It feels like a FRIDAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;My boss is fully aware. But, tomorrow I am taking a Comp day, and going to the Monterey Bay Aquarium!!!! I have  ton of time saved up, because I barely ever take time off work.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see the Giant Octopus! Among other things... Sea Horses, Starfish, Otters, Jellyfish, and SHARKS! The list could go on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD86neDk6XI/AAAAAAAAACg/4gQvROjJeLA/s1600-h/07win_dispatches45_feature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD86neDk6XI/AAAAAAAAACg/4gQvROjJeLA/s320/07win_dispatches45_feature.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205944144020957554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at him!!! I kinda LOVE Octopuses wayyy too much for looking the way they do...&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibly some dancing tonight...? At a The Cure show, after party... Fun. I Love Blank Thursdays, I miss them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-1642201670069062676?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/1642201670069062676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=1642201670069062676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/1642201670069062676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/1642201670069062676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2008/05/hooky.html' title='Hooky.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD86neDk6XI/AAAAAAAAACg/4gQvROjJeLA/s72-c/07win_dispatches45_feature.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-7538580115854221562</id><published>2008-05-28T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T17:07:09.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I see it coming but I can't defend...</title><content type='html'>Life is sweet.&lt;br /&gt;My finances are in order and I feel excellent about it. Thanks to my AMAZING Sister-in-law Emily and her helpful skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got my bike! Thanks to Scotty who drove me to San Jo to pick it up. He and I have been riding a lot since the weekend. We have our route set now. It's a 10 mile ride and it goes basically to one end of San Mateo and then back to the other, we go all along the water and underneath the  San Mateo bridge even. On the trail there are these feral cats that hang out by the rocks near the water. They are way skiddish and won't come near you, but super cute. We brought some dry cat food and fed them as we went along on Monday. I can't wait to go for a ride after work today!!!!! Even though my ass is about a raw as can be right now, I don't even care.&lt;br /&gt;I Love my bike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to go see the Birthday Massacre last Friday night, thanks to Jason. There were a lot of teenagers, but it was still an awesome show. I saw Mindless Self Indulgence for the first time, and it was awfully entertaining. They are great live. I Love all the pretty girls,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD3ySuDk6TI/AAAAAAAAACA/UAg57cHQhAU/s1600-h/2467031300_aa64693160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD3ySuDk6TI/AAAAAAAAACA/UAg57cHQhAU/s320/2467031300_aa64693160.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205583147724761394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD3yJ-Dk6SI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zO3Yo3tu3cI/s1600-h/lynz--large-msg-12119637833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD3yJ-Dk6SI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zO3Yo3tu3cI/s320/lynz--large-msg-12119637833.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205582997400906018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this pretty boy, a bit too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD3ygeDk6UI/AAAAAAAAACI/D-_a1KOGAR0/s1600-h/17331175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD3ygeDk6UI/AAAAAAAAACI/D-_a1KOGAR0/s320/17331175.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205583383947962690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of these are pictures from the show I went to. I've been lacking in my photo taking lately :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wearing a heather grey shirt again, today and it is still all the same hue. Not darker grey in certain areas... Thanks to a little help from a friend. Very few will understand this. I'm ecstatic that it is finally taken care of, after years of embarrassment and limited shirt color choices. I feel like a new woman! Which I know sounds ridiculous, but it's true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I'm off to see Indiana Jones after a bike ride tonight. Catch y'all later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD3y3ODk6VI/AAAAAAAAACQ/5uBQYBf6i2M/s1600-h/0527081327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD3y3ODk6VI/AAAAAAAAACQ/5uBQYBf6i2M/s320/0527081327.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205583774789986642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses for the COCO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-7538580115854221562?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/7538580115854221562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=7538580115854221562' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/7538580115854221562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/7538580115854221562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='I see it coming but I can&apos;t defend...'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD3ySuDk6TI/AAAAAAAAACA/UAg57cHQhAU/s72-c/2467031300_aa64693160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-3505143457783745825</id><published>2008-05-15T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T10:56:12.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoo.</title><content type='html'>I have an appointment to start my back piece on June 22.&lt;br /&gt;I am getting all the pictures together, and I'm having the worst time finding pictures of one of the dolls I had, that want in it. Her name was Julie, and Worlds of Wonder made her. They have since gone bankrupt, so of course, no website. :( &lt;br /&gt;Boo, I want a picture of her brand new, or in really good condition. I could take a picture of mine today, but she is tore up. She is literally falling apart, her head could go at any moment :/&lt;br /&gt;And so The hunt goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone had her and didn't destroy her, take some pictures for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-3505143457783745825?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/3505143457783745825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=3505143457783745825' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/3505143457783745825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/3505143457783745825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2008/05/tattoo.html' title='Tattoo.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-7697890802659467039</id><published>2008-05-15T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T10:30:59.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's getting HOT in herrrrre.</title><content type='html'>Sarah made me HELLLLLLAA Good salad for dinner last night. She's the bestest!&lt;br /&gt;She also brought home Corona! It was a good night.&lt;br /&gt;After eating, Steph, Sarah and I made a spontaneous trip to the mall. Because our damn houses don't have air conditioning, BUT the mall does! &lt;br /&gt;I bought my PURPLE Jeans!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Emily had told me about them. and I finally got them. I'm so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SCxymh4HnNI/AAAAAAAAABw/8NTmOLk7La4/s1600-h/44785069-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SCxymh4HnNI/AAAAAAAAABw/8NTmOLk7La4/s320/44785069-04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200657675960425682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like them in the photo with sandals, but I swear in person they are adorable, and are going to be hot with heelsa and super fun with flats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's supposed to be 94 degrees today!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thank god I'm off work early. I will be out enjoying the SUN!&lt;br /&gt;I really want a Pina Colada, or Margarita, or hell even a Corona!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supper happy today! EMILY and LISA are home!&lt;br /&gt;I missed them too much. I nearly teared up when Em called me last night while heading home from the airport. No joke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SINISTER is home."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-7697890802659467039?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/7697890802659467039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=7697890802659467039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/7697890802659467039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/7697890802659467039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-getting-hot-in-herrrrre.html' title='It&apos;s getting HOT in herrrrre.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SCxymh4HnNI/AAAAAAAAABw/8NTmOLk7La4/s72-c/44785069-04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-1176196709188342994</id><published>2008-05-05T13:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T13:56:47.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an eventful Sunday.</title><content type='html'>So, the highlight of my Sunday, would have to be the fact that I MET the man who designed the Snake from the INDIANA JONES ride in Disneyland. His Job title is Imagineer, and he had his scaled down model of the snake and the plans showing how he made the thing. It was fucking sick. I was super stoked, because Indiana Jones is my favorite ride at Disneyland. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SB90gAp0hvI/AAAAAAAAABg/EVpc4aYXFEI/s1600-h/c429cb45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SB90gAp0hvI/AAAAAAAAABg/EVpc4aYXFEI/s320/c429cb45.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197000588288886514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Maker Faire:&lt;br /&gt;Build, CRAFT, hack, play, MAKE.&lt;br /&gt;Arts • Crafts • Engineering • Food • Green • Music • Science • Technology&lt;br /&gt;Maker Faire is a two-day, family-friendly event that celebrates the Do-It-Yourself (DIY) mindset. It’s for creative, resourceful people of all ages and backgrounds who like to tinker and love to make things.&lt;br /&gt;We went last year, too. But this year there was so much more, including the Disney section. They had all kinds of stuff. It's like the Exploritorium and a mini interactive Discovery channel all set up as a playground for people to come check out. I highly recommend checking it out next time it's near you! &lt;br /&gt;http://makerfaire.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SB9xxAp0huI/AAAAAAAAABY/f0p1IbI4nwY/s1600-h/2466033005_0482fc0a13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SB9xxAp0huI/AAAAAAAAABY/f0p1IbI4nwY/s320/2466033005_0482fc0a13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196997581811779298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discovered a ton of rad things we want to do and go learn to do! I'm extremely excited. We even tested some of our findings later that night, while trying not to get too sucked into the intensity of The Sharks game... :/&lt;br /&gt;That was rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/krustilina/Various%20hosted%20crap/Blog/joe_nabby_0505_SFW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/krustilina/Various%20hosted%20crap/Blog/joe_nabby_0505_SFW.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love you, Sharkies, Can't wait for next season!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-1176196709188342994?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/1176196709188342994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=1176196709188342994' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/1176196709188342994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/1176196709188342994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2008/05/eventful-sunday.html' title='an eventful Sunday.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SB90gAp0hvI/AAAAAAAAABg/EVpc4aYXFEI/s72-c/c429cb45.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-1788148613120292749</id><published>2008-05-02T12:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T12:40:24.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hellllllo FRIDAY!</title><content type='html'>I get to see NICHOLAS! tonight. Yes, Nick Swardson. I Love him. I may even wear the NICK belt buckle I have... it's the same one he has!!! I'm awesome. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SBttWgp0hsI/AAAAAAAAABI/kO4BXuDQGRs/s1600-h/593653_52950_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SBttWgp0hsI/AAAAAAAAABI/kO4BXuDQGRs/s320/593653_52950_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195866828591892162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have interesting work news. But, I shouldn't elaborate until it's final. But, I'm kinda excited, but in a sinister way... : /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am serious need of chocolate right now or something sweet, period. I may make a Starbucks run. Not that I need any more caffeine today. But, a Caramel Macchiato sounds good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SBtttgp0htI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ZQc9BuGI1sE/s1600-h/p_brewed_espresso_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SBtttgp0htI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ZQc9BuGI1sE/s320/p_brewed_espresso_02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195867223728883410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want Hostess powdered mini doughnuts. Sooooo good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started a Facebook, but haven't taken enough time to figure the website out and kind of feel like an old person trying to use the internet... it's all quite confusing to me still. But, it looks kinda fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO.... I'm in the market for a New Laptop. A PC. SO, I have been building various models, and I'm debating between HP and Dell. The HP is cheaper, but I have kinda always, only had Dell's, so I feel more comfortable with them. The only reason I need a new one is because mine is pretty old and I've junked it up big time at this point. I need something FAST with a GLOSSY monitor, to play the SIMS on...&lt;br /&gt;I'd be happy. Very happy. Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-1788148613120292749?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/1788148613120292749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=1788148613120292749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/1788148613120292749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/1788148613120292749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2008/05/hellllllo-friday.html' title='Hellllllo FRIDAY!'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SBttWgp0hsI/AAAAAAAAABI/kO4BXuDQGRs/s72-c/593653_52950_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-5691047367145361073</id><published>2008-05-01T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T17:45:27.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I SUCK at.</title><content type='html'>Maintenance.&lt;br /&gt;1 the process of maintaining or preserving someone or something, or the state of being maintained&lt;br /&gt;• the process of keeping something in good condition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credit/ Bills&lt;br /&gt;I am in debt a mere $2000 dollars or so. Something that could easily be paid off in about 3 months or less even. Easily. But, for some reason, I only pay for something when its in my face. Like when the cable goes out because I didn't pay the bill, or my phone. I mean, really my phone and cable isn't cut off off frequently because I don't pay until it is. That's not the case entirely. BUT, it has gotten to that a few times. It hasn't happened many times, but still, that should never happen to a 25 year old with a good job, and steady income. I've let things got into collections... And some of it is because I didn't always make good money, but still. I don't know. I was talking to my Sister in Law Emily about it, and there is no logic. I have no excuse. I'm just irresponsible. I just want to have the $2000 to pay it all off at once. I need a financial advisor to tell me where the money needs to go when I get a paycheck, and sit down and write the checks right then or call and make the measly monthly payments that need to be made. I am awful with money. I just want it for MEEEE when I get it. BLAH... I'm retarded and need to be trained. I really want to be good. I want good credit. I want to buy a house someday... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car&lt;br /&gt;My poor car. I am so lucky to have and it's in need of an oil change and possibly brakes it's starting to sound like. And again, I've probably needed them for a month or more and I haven't gone to do shit about it. I've had oil changes, I just always wait what's probably way too long out of pure laziness. I don't deserve a nice car. It's pretty clear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships&lt;br /&gt;I've only been in 2 real ones. But, I think I sucked at them. I think I'm alright in the beginning and then I have all these hopes and ideas of what I'm going to do and how great it will be. But, I get lucky and get a good dude, and just sit there and don't do jack, I feel like. Like I just wait until it's convenient for something to be done, and I don't speak up enough about ho I feel or what I want and want to do. I just go with the flow and expect everything to just work itself out. And, for the most part that works out great! Because, honestly I am very easy going, and I am usually happy doing nothing as long as I'm with the person or people I want to be with at the time. I don't know how to explain myself for shit. This probably sounds like jibberish. I just feel like I've cheated myself and past relationships because I'm so closed off. And I know that it's essential in a relationship to communicate everything or it will fail. And knowing that I don't get WHY, I can't just speak he fuck up sometimes. I feel I've gotten better. But, I know there is A LOT of room for improvement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other areas include: Housework, and working out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just really, really got to get my act together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-5691047367145361073?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/5691047367145361073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=5691047367145361073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/5691047367145361073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/5691047367145361073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2008/05/something-i-suck-at.html' title='Something I SUCK at.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-5848767846173961862</id><published>2008-04-29T16:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T16:22:13.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Works Festival</title><content type='html'>I get to go to the ballet tonight and, I'm excited. It's the last of our Season tickets. which is kind of sad. But, I'm so happy my Aunt got them and took us this season. I love watching, but it makes me wish I stuck with it as a kid and could still do it now... oh well, I'll have to stick with observation, I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v117/krustilina/Various%20hosted%20crap/Blog/?action=view&amp;current=view_sidebarasp.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/krustilina/Various%20hosted%20crap/Blog/view_sidebarasp.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-5848767846173961862?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/5848767846173961862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=5848767846173961862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/5848767846173961862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/5848767846173961862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-works-festival.html' title='New Works Festival'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-8568854105636009817</id><published>2008-04-29T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T11:40:12.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dolllllllies.</title><content type='html'>I'm so god damn excited.&lt;br /&gt;I got my Federal Tax return check in the mail yesterday. It's beautiful. It will be even more beautiful when it pays for my back piece. I have been wanting this dan tattoo for years, and now that for the first time in my life, I'm actually independently financially stable, I can do it!!!! A little irresponsible. But, what the hell. You only live once. And, I've been doing a pretty good job at being responsible for a good period, I think. I'm allowed.&lt;br /&gt;I want it done now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hudgy, here I come. I'll try not to cry... But, I can't promise anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v117/krustilina/Randoms/?action=view&amp;current=tatt.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/krustilina/Randoms/tatt.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-8568854105636009817?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/8568854105636009817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=8568854105636009817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/8568854105636009817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/8568854105636009817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2008/04/dolllllllies.html' title='Dolllllllies.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-6093417095142540014</id><published>2008-04-28T17:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T17:13:49.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Favorite.</title><content type='html'>Samantha Who?&lt;br /&gt;TONIGHT!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;My sister in law introduced me to this phenomenon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s242.photobucket.com/albums/ff196/yogisprincess20024/?action=view&amp;current=samanthawhoza8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i242.photobucket.com/albums/ff196/yogisprincess20024/samanthawhoza8.jpg" border="0" alt="samantha who?"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might my be my favorite, like full on, right now. &lt;br /&gt;I want there to be more available for me to watch.&lt;br /&gt;I Love Christina Applegate. She's so cute, and her character in this show is awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v117/krustilina/Various%20hosted%20crap/Blog/?action=view&amp;current=ohwahtnamas102.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/krustilina/Various%20hosted%20crap/Blog/ohwahtnamas102.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love ALLLL her outfits. She is my new style icon for work fashion, at least.&lt;br /&gt;I have been hunting for cute shift dresses so I can come to work all snazzy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v117/krustilina/Various%20hosted%20crap/Blog/?action=view&amp;current=samantha_who.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/krustilina/Various%20hosted%20crap/Blog/samantha_who.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy to have something new to get excited about,  even if it is a TV show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-6093417095142540014?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/6093417095142540014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=6093417095142540014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/6093417095142540014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/6093417095142540014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-favorite.html' title='New Favorite.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-959292641360866118</id><published>2008-04-28T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T16:04:52.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soundtrack to my mood.</title><content type='html'>This where I'm at. I Love music for helping me through just about anything.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't pick one, because just about EVERY SONG by Nickel Creek right now speaks to me, and it's almost unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REASONS WHY.&lt;br /&gt;Where am I today?  I wish that I knew&lt;br /&gt;'Cause lookin' around there's no sign of you&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember one jump or one leap&lt;br /&gt;Just quiet steps away from your lead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding my heart out but clutching it too&lt;br /&gt;Feeling this short of a love that we once knew&lt;br /&gt;I'm calling this a home when it's not even close&lt;br /&gt;Playing the role with nerves left exposed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing on a darkened stage&lt;br /&gt;Stumbling through the lines&lt;br /&gt;Others have excuses&lt;br /&gt;I have my reasons why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get distracted by the dreams of our own&lt;br /&gt;But nobody's happy while feeling alone&lt;br /&gt;And knowing how hard it hurts when we fall&lt;br /&gt;We lean another ladder against the wrong wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And climb high to the highest rung&lt;br /&gt;To shake fists at the sky&lt;br /&gt;Others have excuses&lt;br /&gt;I have my reasons why&lt;br /&gt;With so much deception it's hard not to wander away&lt;br /&gt;It's hard not to wander away, it's hard not to wander away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPIT ON A STRANGER.&lt;br /&gt;however you feel &lt;br /&gt;whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;whenever it’s real&lt;br /&gt;whatever awaits me&lt;br /&gt;whatever you need&lt;br /&gt;however so slight&lt;br /&gt;whenever it’s real&lt;br /&gt;whenever it’s right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been thinking long and hard about the things you said to me&lt;br /&gt;like a bitter stranger &lt;br /&gt;now I see the long and short, the middle and what’s in between&lt;br /&gt;I could spit on a stranger &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever you feel&lt;br /&gt;whatever it takes &lt;br /&gt;whenever it’s real&lt;br /&gt;whatever awaits me&lt;br /&gt;whatever you need&lt;br /&gt;however so slight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey I’m a prize and you’re a catch and we’re a perfect match&lt;br /&gt;like two bitter strangers&lt;br /&gt;now I see the long and short of it and I can make it last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN YOU COME BACK DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;You gotta leave me now&lt;br /&gt;You gotta go alone&lt;br /&gt;You gotta chase a dream&lt;br /&gt;One that’s all your own&lt;br /&gt;Before it slips away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you’re flying high&lt;br /&gt;Take my heart along&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be the harmony&lt;br /&gt;To every lonely song&lt;br /&gt;That you learn to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you’re soaring through the air&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be your solid ground&lt;br /&gt;Take every chance you dare&lt;br /&gt;I’ll still be there&lt;br /&gt;When you come back down&lt;br /&gt;When you come back down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep looking up&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting your return&lt;br /&gt;My greatest fear will be&lt;br /&gt;That you will crash and burn&lt;br /&gt;And I won’t feel your fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be the other hand&lt;br /&gt;That always holds a line&lt;br /&gt;Connecting in between&lt;br /&gt;Your sweet heart and mine&lt;br /&gt;I’m strung out on that wire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be on the other end&lt;br /&gt;To hear you when you call&lt;br /&gt;Angel you were born to fly&lt;br /&gt;And if you get too high&lt;br /&gt;I’ll catch you when you fall&lt;br /&gt;Catch you when you fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your memory's the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Every new day brings&lt;br /&gt;I know the sky is calling&lt;br /&gt;Angel let me help you with your wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you’re soaring through the air&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be your solid ground&lt;br /&gt;Take every chance you dare&lt;br /&gt;I’ll still be there&lt;br /&gt;When you come back down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take every chance you dare&lt;br /&gt;I’ll still be there&lt;br /&gt;When you come back down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HANGING BY A THREAD.&lt;br /&gt;There’s a kind of emptiness&lt;br /&gt;That consumes you &lt;br /&gt;There’s a kind of hunger&lt;br /&gt;That can eat you up&lt;br /&gt;There’s a cold and darker side&lt;br /&gt;Of the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;And there’s a lonely side of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you here&lt;br /&gt;Baby I am strong&lt;br /&gt;No sign of weakness&lt;br /&gt;With you gone&lt;br /&gt;Baby I am hanging by a thread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a certain kind of pain&lt;br /&gt;That can numb you&lt;br /&gt;There’s a type of freedom&lt;br /&gt;That can tie you down&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the unexplained can define you&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes silence is the only sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you here&lt;br /&gt;Baby I am strong&lt;br /&gt;No sign of weakness&lt;br /&gt;With you gone&lt;br /&gt;Baby I am hanging by a thread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MUSIC, But the Lyrics make the song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-959292641360866118?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/959292641360866118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=959292641360866118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/959292641360866118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/959292641360866118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2008/04/soundtrack-to-my-mood.html' title='Soundtrack to my mood.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-9071556520717201189</id><published>2008-04-28T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T13:03:30.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Serious case of the Mondays...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s50.photobucket.com/albums/f348/cox_heather/?action=view&amp;current=Mondays.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f348/cox_heather/Mondays.jpg" border="0" alt="Case of the Mondays"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm EXTREMELY unmotivated today. What else is new though?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been finding myself horribly irritable and short tempered in the past week and a half... :/ I hurt my wrist banging on my laptop when the mouse wasn't working properly. I nearly destroyed my favorite jacket when I couldn't get certain cat hair off it. (THAT was a rough night) And I threw my phone and Sims CD's against the wall Saturday night when my computer didn't work. I HATE acting that way. But, I'm trying to be so calm and relaxed, and then something tiny happens and I just BLOW up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a Deep Breathe, and carry on...&lt;br /&gt;Time for LUNCH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-9071556520717201189?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/9071556520717201189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=9071556520717201189' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/9071556520717201189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/9071556520717201189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2008/04/serious-case-of-mondays.html' title='Serious case of the Mondays...'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-8552584085205134157</id><published>2008-04-26T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T23:59:59.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cranky pants Mcgee.</title><content type='html'>I'm super crabby now.&lt;br /&gt;My other computer is like dead all of the sudden, but finally.&lt;br /&gt;And my whole plan for this Saturday night is ruined.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda feel like nothing has been working out lately. aghhhh!&lt;br /&gt;I just want to play SIMS2. boo.&lt;br /&gt;I may officially be in the market for a new computer. &lt;br /&gt;I don't want to live without The Sims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now what to do...&lt;br /&gt;At least I have Anchorman to keep me company. I Love you Ron Burgandy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-8552584085205134157?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/8552584085205134157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=8552584085205134157' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/8552584085205134157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/8552584085205134157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2008/04/cranky-pants-mcgee.html' title='Cranky pants Mcgee.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-3592152023523704092</id><published>2008-04-25T16:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T16:30:42.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an Idea.</title><content type='html'>I've been really wanting to "home" up my apartment, so that I can enjoy it more. Currently I don't spend much time there. I even sometimes avoid it. Sad, I know. Because, it is REALLy nice Apartment, or condo actually. Anyway. When I first moved in, I was in heaven there after living in a kinda dumpy 1 bedroom duplex with my sister. We shared a teeeeeny tiny bathroom, and I turned the living into my bedroom. It was neat, but not super enjoyable. So moving into this large 2 bedroom, 2 bath condo, where I took the Master bedroom at, was AWESOME, to say the least. So, that's some background.&lt;br /&gt; Now, I can't really explain why I avoid it now, because I don't fully understand it even. It really just doesn't feel like a "Home" is the best I can do. When I am there I love just climbing in bed with my laptop and watching tv. I like my room a lot when I've cleaned it. So, when I home at home with my sister we are usually in our own rooms watching tv. and it's usually only on the few weeknights after work we are even home. We frequently bombard my brother and sister in laws house and hang out there until bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;We don't really have people over, I would, and we have.  The location of our place is kinda lame, and parking pretty much blows when the homies and their hondas decide to gather at their buddies house across the street (I hate them).&lt;br /&gt; Anyhow, I have been thinking of ways to try to make to make our place a more enjoyable place to be. Starting with the Living Room, where it is kinda of always cold, because we don't turn on the heater out there. But, that won't be a problem now that summer is coming. I have 2 futons in the living room, not too comfy... :( My sister in law is taking one home, which will open up some SPACE!!! in there which I'm kinda stoked about. &lt;br /&gt; So my idea is to make the other futon, super cozy for tv viewing! And here's how:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to lay the futon flat like a bed against the wall, and then have 3 Large throw pillows, like Euro size bed pillows as throw pillows against the back for cushions, and then behind those for actual like back couch cushions... now, bear with me here. I'm on a budget. I noticed that Marshalls sells doggie beds, like big doggie beds, that look like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v117/krustilina/Various%20hosted%20crap/Blog/?action=view&amp;current=51WqvTSUWqL_SS384_.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/krustilina/Various%20hosted%20crap/Blog/51WqvTSUWqL_SS384_.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking I could put 2 against the wall, and then have the large throw pillows in front. Now, I would cover the Cushions (doggie beds), and Large throw pillows in  similar fabric so it doesn't look like a total mess. &lt;br /&gt;It's a little different, but once I've completed, I'll post how it turned out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! And I bought a jug of Liquid Starch, finally!!!! I have been wanting to get some to test a wallpaper idea I heard about...&lt;br /&gt;If I can make my place look sick. I will throw a PARTY!!! hell, maybe I'll even learn to cook for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-3592152023523704092?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/3592152023523704092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=3592152023523704092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/3592152023523704092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/3592152023523704092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2008/04/idea.html' title='an Idea.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-4393902601510592523</id><published>2008-04-25T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T14:38:03.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelly Morris!</title><content type='html'>I was a little late to work this morning, but that sad thing is I could have been on time, but this was on TV...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0111081" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e240/LindseyHelen123/wedding.jpg" alt="saved by the bell- the wedding" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still getting ready, but this totally slowed me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had never seen it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I've watched a lot of Saved by the bell... But, clearly not all of it. I think I need to catch up, because I never even knew they got married. But, I'm so glad they did.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had gotten to see the whole thing. I'll have to keep my out for it to replay again, and record that shit onto my DVR, or just start recording the whole series... Yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-4393902601510592523?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/4393902601510592523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=4393902601510592523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/4393902601510592523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/4393902601510592523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2008/04/kelly-morris.html' title='Kelly Morris!'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7680183658036212727.post-8896181916687743115</id><published>2008-04-25T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T14:29:27.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning.</title><content type='html'>Welcome to my blog.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping it will help pass the time while I'm in front of a computer screen for 8 hours a day at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7680183658036212727-8896181916687743115?l=krustal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/feeds/8896181916687743115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7680183658036212727&amp;postID=8896181916687743115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/8896181916687743115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7680183658036212727/posts/default/8896181916687743115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krustal.blogspot.com/2008/04/beginning.html' title='The beginning.'/><author><name>Krust.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17826978622268052559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gPJolwl51rI/SD8tiuDk6WI/AAAAAAAAACY/AygaP9jNHB0/S220/P1010107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
