| name: | Chrissy |
| age: | 21 |
| birthdate: | October 19, 1978 |
| birthplace: | Washington State |
| horoscope: | Libra (Libra WebRings) |
| residence: | Seattle, WA |
| sex: | Female (obviously) |
| hair color: | Blonde (well... sometimes...) |
| eye color: | Blue |
| height: | Way too short! (ok, I'm 5'1") |
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Check out some of the Causes I believe in, and supportI was born in Washington, and grew up here, with my family. (and a whole zoo of pets.)
In high school, for some reason, I never learned much... They just had a habit of teaching the same thing over and over, even though students already knew the stuff.. oh well.
Before I entered my Junior year of High School (Summer of '95), I participated in a program offered by a private college. I was accepted into a class for about 1 month, with a group of only about 15 other students, from different states on the west coast. I got to stay in a dorm room, and took an English course for 4 college credits. The class was a creative writing class, and we spent most of the day in the class room (Although several of our classes were held outside, due to the extremely hot weather that summer). It was during that program that I wrote the poem Midnight which can be found in my poetry section. That summer was definitely one of the hightlights of my life so far... it was my first taste of freedom.
While I was in my Senior year of High School, I participated in a program called Running Start, where students can take classes at a community college (at their high school's expense!) and receive both college and high school credit for all classes taken. I took:
English 101(On Saturdays!),
Intro to Psychology, Pre-Calculus,
Intro to Painting, Intro to Literature.I moved out to Pennsylvania, where I lived with Dan (my ex), and five little trouble makers -err... ferrets, for about a year and a half. I'll always love that city. The first thing I noticed about the east coast were the trees. Growing up in Washington I thought I hated trees; I got so tired of the evergreens, but when I saw trees with leaves... real leaves... I loved it, and realized I didn't hate all trees... just the ones that replace leaves with needles.
I adopted Nikko while I was in Pennsylvania as well. Nikko is a cat. I grew up with a LOT of cats, so I really missed them when I was away. The ferrets just weren't the same. Nik is a sweetie, even if he does know how to cause some trouble every now and then. I love him so much I gave him his own webpage!
I took some classes at the community college near my apartment in Pennsylvania, and worked as a library assistant for a few months. I hated having to quit my job. I really loved that job! The work was far from stressful, and the people were wonderful! I had never really thought to apply at a library for a job before, but I was in there one day, and thought what the hell, and picked up an application for a page position.. before I knew it I was in an interview (which went surprisingly well) and then soon after they were telling me that I needed something more than a page position, and were offering me a job as a library assistant. Too bad I couldn't take the job with me when I moved back home!Nikko was angry with me the day of my flight. First I made him swallow a tranqulizer. Making him do anything (especially ingesting something before he's had ample time to sniff it) is a surefire way to get him upset. Then I stuffed him into a kennel, and dragged him out to the car. A five minute car ride to the vet is bad enough, but this time it was an hour long trip to the airport. Then I forced him to go through a crowded airport with gawking children. Naturally, they wanted me to take him out of the kennel so they could check it for illegal substances. (It shouldn't have been any big surprise that he chose to ignore me during the whole 5 hour flight.) During our layover in Minneapolis, he got another tranquilizer. He turned into Mr. Happy after that.... purring, drooling, rolling around, but he had this glazed over drugged look in his eyes. It was really pretty funny, and he finally quit ignoring me.
Since I've been home, I've been working in a library again. This library system has branches throughout the entire county, so I get sent all over. It's interesting to see the difference in size of the libraries, and meet some of the staff from other cities and towns.
As far as what I'd like to do with my life... I want to be an artist. I've given in to studying art, and as of June 9th, 2000, I have an associates degree to show for it! Perhaps I'll teach Art some day. For a long time I wanted to teach English. I do still enjoy English Lit. but I've realized that it isn't something I want for a career. I have always loved art, and it's kind of exciting to let myself think that I can find a career with it. You can find some of my art in the Art section of this page.
Everyone always wants to know what I like to do. What are my interests and hobbies? Well, it's probably pretty obvious that I enjoy art. I also like to read. I tend to stick to the literary classics, but sometimes I get the urge to read a newer novel, and reach for a Stephen King novel or a mystery. I've never read a romance novel, and I'm considering picking one up just to see what it's like. Of course I've been considering that for the past 5 years, and will probably consider it for at least 5 more years before I actually do it. I love dancing, and going to clubs. I was nervous the first time I went because I knew that I didn't know how to dance. I took a good friend's advice, though, and when I got in the door, I stopped. I stood there for a moment, and I told myself that I was going to have fun, and when I got on the dance floor, I allowed myself to feel free... and ya know what? I loved it.
I love to go to the waterfront. I take just about any excuse I can find to go there. It's such a beautiful place! It smells like the ocean. In the middle of the night, you can see the lights of the city shining on the other side of the water. On a bright summer day, You can see the mountain behind the city. We've got a *real* mountain in WA too (several of them, in fact)... I'm not talking about those wimpy hills that the rest of the country calls "mountains" I'm talking about a real mountain with snow year-round... the kind it takes a couple of days if you want to hike to the top. The stuff post cards are made of.
Want to know more? Ask me! mail me at: cincala_@yahoo.com
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