Go here instead, por favor:
http://www.xanga.com/criselda

Things I need to do over the summer:

1. Get my license (because I am 18).

2. Learn how to park (in order to do #1).

3. See "Troy" again because Eric Bana, you are a great actor, indeed (and because I suddenly love you and your ruggedness. Oh, and you too, Brad Pitt. Hah).

4.  Recreate the inspired fighting scenes with Sam after seeing "Troy." (Hah! Funniest thing ever)

5. File a complaint against the mean courtesy cart driver who kicked us out.

6. Beach.

7. Work out (in order to do #6). I do believe all this yogurt is making me chunky.

Yes, 'tis going to be a great summer. I don't want to work.

Choose a band/or artist and answer only in song TITLES by that band:: THE BEATLES

Are you female or male:: Another Girl

Describe yourself:: Fool On A Hill

How do some people feel about you:: Hello, Little Girl

How do you feel about yourself:: I Feel Fine

Describe your ex girlfriend/boyfriend:: No Reply

Describe your current girlfriend/boyfriend:: Hey Jude (Law) (Hehe)

Describe where you want to be:: Strawberry Fields Forever

Describe what you want to be:: Her Majesty (Hah!)

Describe how you live:: I'm So Tired

Describe how you love:: Help!

Share a few words of wisdom:: With A Little Help From My Friends

I would've chosen Coldplay, but it was a bit challenging... Your turn!

I'm tired of (high) school.

Hmm... anyone know where to find not-so-expensive prom dresses? Sadly, BCBG has failed me this time...

The coolest video ever... 
(http://www.nettwerkamerica.com/discography.jsp?artist_id=681#)
Ok, the secret service part is a bit corny, but focus on the lead singer... 
and you'll be fine. Hehe! (= Me gusta, me gusta...

Un camión escupe smog 
una plaga de personas se llamanifestación
la ambulancia pregunta cuál es su misión
si matar al que aún vive 
o darle respiración

De qué color es nuestro presidente
verde , blanco o rojo es el presente (x2)

y un perro muerto a traición 
vuelve a recorrer las calles 
ahora en el estomago de todos aquellos
que comimos sin  ver 
aquel fino gusado de gourmet de la estación 
y el ladrido del difunto en cuatión 
se convierte en un grito en una maldición 
que nuestro hocico enjaulado por noción
libera en el tráfico que paraliza la nación.

?Comprende?

I eat too much yogurt.

We go again.

Hah.

Except, I bring Coldplay to make the (scary) car rides more enjoyable.

...sucks having to work all Saturday. And then Sunday night. (See, Sam? I work Sundays!!)