ABOUT ME!
Little thing snagged from genoshagrey. I did an About Me thing awhile back, but I've gottens so many new friends since then I thought it was time for another one! :)
My Family and Friends
My Name: Krystal
My Age: 15 years old
My Siblings: sister - Brittini, 13 step-sister - Andrea, 15 step-brother - Aaron - 12
My Significant Other: Ha. I wish. :P
My Mom: Elaine, deceased.
My Dad: Robert, 42
My Best Friends: So, so many. Way too many to name. :)
My Children: Woah. None. I plan to adopt, especially after that childbirth/conception movie we watched in Health today.
Places
Where I live: Camas, WA
How long I've lived there: Almost 6 years
Where I moved from: San Antonio, TX
How long I lived there: 9 years
The majority of my family is in either Texas or Michigan.
My School
I go to Camas High School. We have the most awful mascot ever. I'm a Papermaker. No, I'm not kiddding.
My Friends
Okay. There are a lot. Bear with me. If you're not named, I'm really sorry. I probably forgot. Nothing personal. And these are in no particular order, I swear.
Rebecca (connieangel2112): I met her in the 6th grade. She introduced me to livejournal the next year. :) We've been friends for four years now. She rocks my socks. As do the rest of my friends.
Hayley (__fakinglines): My BFF. REALLY. She likes ALL CAPS. I met her VIA A FRIENDING MEME. I think. I'm not sure. BUT SHE'S AWESOME anyway. DESPITE her GSR love. :P (you know I'm kidding. you made up for that by making me that AWESOMEFUL CSI RAPPERS ART and my pretty BANNER!)
Emma (missperfect21): I met her in seventh grade. Oh, the friends I made in that english class... :) She writes awesome essays. And she's smart. Like, really smart. And nice. And... yeah. :)
Emily (R.R): I think she had a lj account of some sort at one time. :P She's my oldest friend in WA. We've been friends for... six years. :) Since I moved here!
Emily (L.R): Haven't seen her much this year. She's my fifth grade buddy, we both memorized the dumb Paul Revere poem and got pizza for it. Oh, I loved that year...
wildcatlizzie: Shares my love of RENT and Jesse Spencer. I believe we met via some sort of friending meme... But I'm not sure. :)
The Ex-s
I have one ex-boyfriend. His name is Chris. But I don't think he really counts much, considering we were in seventh grade and all. :P But I have serious blackmailing material on him now.... :) We weren't very close for awhile after I sort of dumped him, but we have mutual friends and are pretty good friends now. He's a nice guy.
My Pets
I have one dog, named Mischief. She's 6.
Technically, there's a cat that resides in this house. But I don't like cats.
My Religion
Christian-Lutheran, technically. I don't go to church every Sunday. I also have some non-Christian beliefs, namely supporting homosexual beliefs/rights. I personally think that if God forgives murder, he'll forgive you for loving the person you love. But, that's just my opinion.
Family Heritage
I'm 1/4 Japanese. Plus some other stuff. :)
Race
Caucasian. Plus my 1/4 Japanese, as stated above.
Favorites
Color: Orange
Candy: Changes often
Food: Mashed potatoes
Cereal: Depends on my mood
Ice Cream Flavor: Depends. Right now? Chocolate. Any sort of chocolate.
Dessert: Hm. All of it.
Drink: Water
Game: DDR (!!)
Comic: Garfield... or Get Fuzzy. Or anything that makes me laugh.
Book: Too many to name. Two of my favorites: Lucas, Kevin Brooks Without You, Anthony Rapp. Also, anything by Sarah Dessen
Movies: RENT, Two Weeks Notice, Elizabethtown, plus many, many, many more.
Animal: ... I'm not quite sure.
Sport: If I had to choose? Basketball or tennis.
Store: For clothes? Ross. (I'm weird)
Country: Can I really answer fairly?
City: NYC, even though I've never been there.
State: Texas
Continent: I've never really thought about it.
Place to Live: San Antonio or New York City (again, I've never been there...)
Best Place to Travel within North America: NYC
Sounds: Music. Does that count?
Scent: Coconut. Or something that smells good. :)
Subject: Math. It's easy.
Words: Shrapnel and platonic.
My Fandoms
I have many, many fandoms.
CSI, Bones, RENT, Gilmore Girls, House, Numb3rs... And others that I'm way too lazy to list. Those are the main ones, though.
My Ships
CSI: Catherine/Grissom, Sara/Nick or Sara/Greg a bit of Sara/Warrick
Bones: Booth/Brennan, Angela/Zack or Angela/Hodgins
RENT: Mark/Joanne and a bit of Mark/Roger, Angel/Collins, Mimi/Roger, a little Maureen/Joanne
GG: Luke/Lorelai, Rory/Marty
House: Chase/Cameron or Cameron/Foreman and a little House/Cameron, House/Cuddy
Numb3rs: Charlie/Megan or Charlie/Amita, Don/Amita or Don/Megan, Megan/Larry
My TV Shows
The ones listed above, plus Ghost Whisper, Close to Home, American Idol, Survivor, The Amazing Race, Related, Love Monkey, Beautiful People... etc.
My Actors
Billy Petersen (my/Hayley's future husband) among many others.
My Actresses
Marg Helgenberger (my future mother in law, LOL) among many others.
My Music
Almost anything. Just not rap, usually. Nor musicals, with the exception of RENT. :) But some favorites: The Fray, The Bodyrockers, Rascal Flatts, Howie Day, Depeche Mode, Bowling for Soup, Daniel Powter, Jason Mraz, The Killers, Teddy Geiger.........
Oh, and some speed_rent entries (I'm sorry if I posted the second one already):
Title: Tomorrow
Author: Krystal (krys33)
Feedback: Loved and adored with every fiber of my being. However, if you wish to flame, I’d like to hear what you thought was bad so I can fix it!
Pairing: Angel/Collins
Word Count: 439 (I tried to make it longer, I really did!)
Rating: G
Genre: Angst
Summary: Collins was too busy procrastinating. Now all he wants is a little more time.
Notes: I really tried to make this longer. I did. But… It just wouldn’t work. Eh, I like writing short stuff anyway.
Special Thanks: Jonathan Larson, obviously. :) And everyone here.
Spoilers: You know the plot of RENT, right? Then you’re good.
Disclaimer: Nope, they’re still not mine.
--
"I didn't know you had to go so soon
I thought we had a little time"
-The Last 5 Years
--
Thomas Collins never imagined that he’d ever fall in love.
Back in elementary school, he’d had trouble grappling with the fact that he just wasn’t quite as attracted to girls as his friends were. He’d put that aside, though, and pretended to have a crush on Tabitha Simmons. His friends never suspected a thing.
In high school, he managed to get a girlfriend during his sophomore year. But she dumped him for a much more muscular and attractive football player after a month and a half. He had to admit, he wasn’t very sad when she left.
And when it came time for prom, only after heavy peer pressure did he ask his best friend’s sister Angela to go with him. She’d said yes, but the whole night through he felt as if he wasn’t himself, and that ruined his evening.
But last Christmas Eve had changed everything.
From that moment in the darkened alleyway, he saw that maybe love was a possibility after all.
And he fell, hard and fast, for one Angel Dumott Schunard.
The ten months he spent with her were heaven, absolute bliss.
Maybe love didn’t always look like a picture-perfect story book. But it came pretty damn close.
He found in Angel that cliché piece of him that he’d been searching for with no avail for so long.
But that feeling of wholeness he’d had was snatched away from him all too quickly.
He knew that their time together was limited, but he thought that they’d have more of it then they did.
Or maybe he just hadn’t factored disease into their relationship the way he thought he had.
Either way, he hadn’t ever been naive enough to think that they would be together forever.
But he definitely hadn’t prepared himself for that kind of breakup.
He’d known it was coming.
He’d been procrastinating. He told himself, maybe tomorrow we’ll sit down and talk about it. And tomorrow became the day after that. And the one after that. And the one after that.
Until Angel was in the hospital.
And he’d tell himself, tomorrow we’ll talk. Tomorrow.
But he’d been so busy being supportive and trying not to worry her that he’d put it all off for far too long, and by the time he was finally ready, Angel was gone.
Now he tells himself, tomorrow I’ll go visit the loft.
Tomorrow I’ll try to get a job.
Tomorrow I’ll stop screening my calls.
Tomorrow I’ll get back out there.
Tomorrow.
--
End
Title: Opening Doors
Author: Krystal (krys33)
Feedback: Loved and adored with every fiber of my being. However, if you wish to flame, I’d like to hear what you thought was bad so I can fix it!
Pairing: Roger/Mimi, past April/Roger mentioned
Word Count: 571
Rating: PG
Genre: Drama/Angst
Summary: Mimi opens the doors that April closed.
Notes: Oh, the fun I had writing this! I hope you enjoy reading it just as much. It was going to be longer, but a spur-of-the-moment to go see a musical with a friend cut my writing time short.
Special Thanks: Jonathan Larson, obviously. :) And everyone here.
Spoilers: ‘Light My Candle,’ and ‘Another Day,’
Disclaimer: Nope, they’re still not mine.
--
On that night, opportunity knocked.
Literally.
With a few simple taps, one Mimi Marquez opened doors that had long ago been shut on him quite forcefully by a feisty redhead.
She revealed the chance for him to go back to some not-so-good things. She brought with her drugs, and an uncanny resemblance to April when she smiled.
That couldn’t be good, he told himself. She’ll end up the same way. Better not to get attached.
But she also brought along an excuse to finally get his sorry ass out of the loft.
Mark would love that, wouldn’t he? He’d been hiding himself away for far too long, and everyone but himself knew it.
Most importantly, though, was a door she opened that remained concealed in the shadows, hiding in the background.
She gave him chance to love again, to open his heart.
He was surprised by this especially.
As cliché and cheesy as it sounded, back then, he’d thought April was ‘the one’.
Until she’d left him to fend off disease alone, leaving only a ragged piece of paper and a bloodstained bathtub in her wake.
After that, he hadn’t thought love was possible anymore.
He convinced himself quite thoroughly that love was a lie, thought up by companies like Hallmark and Disney to make money. Love was a scheme, not an emotion or a once in a lifetime experience.
But when those locked up doors were somehow broken open on that cold, dark Christmas Eve, all of those cynical thoughts flew right out of them as the opportunities flew in.
She kept coming on to him, ignoring his rebuffs.
This was not only a chance for him; it was one for her, too.
In the end, though, she left alone. But she was confident that she had made an impression.
She was certain he’d never forget her.
--
He didn’t forget.
He moped around the loft even more than usual, thinking that he’d let his only chance to get back to life had passed him by.
But she returned that evening with her moonlit hair, her shining brown eyes, and her April-like smile.
The fact that he’d decided to tear down the walls he’d built around himself disappeared from his mind the second he saw her. And the longer he looked at her, the more frightened and worried he became.
He couldn’t be falling for her. He just couldn’t.
It would force him to relive all those memories he’d been trying so hard to forget. He couldn’t go through that again. He didn’t have it in him.
This time, though, she arrived with a desperate, longing air about her that almost made her irresistible.
Almost.
She argued with him, pleading.
‘There is no future, there is no past’
Oh, how he wished that were true. But all the emotions she stirred within him were too hard to ignore.
‘We must let go to know what’s right.’
He wanted to let go so badly. He really did. But he was worried.
‘There’s only now. There’s only here. Give in to love, or live in fear.’
The fear overpowered the love. He couldn’t help it. He’d lost April, and he just wasn’t ready for that to happen again.
So he pushed her away once more, countering her cries of ‘No day but today!’ with a loud, simple pair of words:
‘Another day!’
He retreated inside, defeated.
Would he ever get this opportunity again?
--
End
-Krystal
My Family and Friends
My Name: Krystal
My Age: 15 years old
My Siblings: sister - Brittini, 13 step-sister - Andrea, 15 step-brother - Aaron - 12
My Significant Other: Ha. I wish. :P
My Mom: Elaine, deceased.
My Dad: Robert, 42
My Best Friends: So, so many. Way too many to name. :)
My Children: Woah. None. I plan to adopt, especially after that childbirth/conception movie we watched in Health today.
Places
Where I live: Camas, WA
How long I've lived there: Almost 6 years
Where I moved from: San Antonio, TX
How long I lived there: 9 years
The majority of my family is in either Texas or Michigan.
My School
I go to Camas High School. We have the most awful mascot ever. I'm a Papermaker. No, I'm not kiddding.
My Friends
Okay. There are a lot. Bear with me. If you're not named, I'm really sorry. I probably forgot. Nothing personal. And these are in no particular order, I swear.
Rebecca (connieangel2112): I met her in the 6th grade. She introduced me to livejournal the next year. :) We've been friends for four years now. She rocks my socks. As do the rest of my friends.
Hayley (__fakinglines): My BFF. REALLY. She likes ALL CAPS. I met her VIA A FRIENDING MEME. I think. I'm not sure. BUT SHE'S AWESOME anyway. DESPITE her GSR love. :P (you know I'm kidding. you made up for that by making me that AWESOMEFUL CSI RAPPERS ART and my pretty BANNER!)
Emma (missperfect21): I met her in seventh grade. Oh, the friends I made in that english class... :) She writes awesome essays. And she's smart. Like, really smart. And nice. And... yeah. :)
Emily (R.R): I think she had a lj account of some sort at one time. :P She's my oldest friend in WA. We've been friends for... six years. :) Since I moved here!
Emily (L.R): Haven't seen her much this year. She's my fifth grade buddy, we both memorized the dumb Paul Revere poem and got pizza for it. Oh, I loved that year...
wildcatlizzie: Shares my love of RENT and Jesse Spencer. I believe we met via some sort of friending meme... But I'm not sure. :)
The Ex-s
I have one ex-boyfriend. His name is Chris. But I don't think he really counts much, considering we were in seventh grade and all. :P But I have serious blackmailing material on him now.... :) We weren't very close for awhile after I sort of dumped him, but we have mutual friends and are pretty good friends now. He's a nice guy.
My Pets
I have one dog, named Mischief. She's 6.
Technically, there's a cat that resides in this house. But I don't like cats.
My Religion
Christian-Lutheran, technically. I don't go to church every Sunday. I also have some non-Christian beliefs, namely supporting homosexual beliefs/rights. I personally think that if God forgives murder, he'll forgive you for loving the person you love. But, that's just my opinion.
Family Heritage
I'm 1/4 Japanese. Plus some other stuff. :)
Race
Caucasian. Plus my 1/4 Japanese, as stated above.
Favorites
Color: Orange
Candy: Changes often
Food: Mashed potatoes
Cereal: Depends on my mood
Ice Cream Flavor: Depends. Right now? Chocolate. Any sort of chocolate.
Dessert: Hm. All of it.
Drink: Water
Game: DDR (!!)
Comic: Garfield... or Get Fuzzy. Or anything that makes me laugh.
Book: Too many to name. Two of my favorites: Lucas, Kevin Brooks Without You, Anthony Rapp. Also, anything by Sarah Dessen
Movies: RENT, Two Weeks Notice, Elizabethtown, plus many, many, many more.
Animal: ... I'm not quite sure.
Sport: If I had to choose? Basketball or tennis.
Store: For clothes? Ross. (I'm weird)
Country: Can I really answer fairly?
City: NYC, even though I've never been there.
State: Texas
Continent: I've never really thought about it.
Place to Live: San Antonio or New York City (again, I've never been there...)
Best Place to Travel within North America: NYC
Sounds: Music. Does that count?
Scent: Coconut. Or something that smells good. :)
Subject: Math. It's easy.
Words: Shrapnel and platonic.
My Fandoms
I have many, many fandoms.
CSI, Bones, RENT, Gilmore Girls, House, Numb3rs... And others that I'm way too lazy to list. Those are the main ones, though.
My Ships
CSI: Catherine/Grissom, Sara/Nick or Sara/Greg a bit of Sara/Warrick
Bones: Booth/Brennan, Angela/Zack or Angela/Hodgins
RENT: Mark/Joanne and a bit of Mark/Roger, Angel/Collins, Mimi/Roger, a little Maureen/Joanne
GG: Luke/Lorelai, Rory/Marty
House: Chase/Cameron or Cameron/Foreman and a little House/Cameron, House/Cuddy
Numb3rs: Charlie/Megan or Charlie/Amita, Don/Amita or Don/Megan, Megan/Larry
My TV Shows
The ones listed above, plus Ghost Whisper, Close to Home, American Idol, Survivor, The Amazing Race, Related, Love Monkey, Beautiful People... etc.
My Actors
Billy Petersen (my/Hayley's future husband) among many others.
My Actresses
Marg Helgenberger (my future mother in law, LOL) among many others.
My Music
Almost anything. Just not rap, usually. Nor musicals, with the exception of RENT. :) But some favorites: The Fray, The Bodyrockers, Rascal Flatts, Howie Day, Depeche Mode, Bowling for Soup, Daniel Powter, Jason Mraz, The Killers, Teddy Geiger.........
Oh, and some speed_rent entries (I'm sorry if I posted the second one already):
Title: Tomorrow
Author: Krystal (krys33)
Feedback: Loved and adored with every fiber of my being. However, if you wish to flame, I’d like to hear what you thought was bad so I can fix it!
Pairing: Angel/Collins
Word Count: 439 (I tried to make it longer, I really did!)
Rating: G
Genre: Angst
Summary: Collins was too busy procrastinating. Now all he wants is a little more time.
Notes: I really tried to make this longer. I did. But… It just wouldn’t work. Eh, I like writing short stuff anyway.
Special Thanks: Jonathan Larson, obviously. :) And everyone here.
Spoilers: You know the plot of RENT, right? Then you’re good.
Disclaimer: Nope, they’re still not mine.
--
"I didn't know you had to go so soon
I thought we had a little time"
-The Last 5 Years
--
Thomas Collins never imagined that he’d ever fall in love.
Back in elementary school, he’d had trouble grappling with the fact that he just wasn’t quite as attracted to girls as his friends were. He’d put that aside, though, and pretended to have a crush on Tabitha Simmons. His friends never suspected a thing.
In high school, he managed to get a girlfriend during his sophomore year. But she dumped him for a much more muscular and attractive football player after a month and a half. He had to admit, he wasn’t very sad when she left.
And when it came time for prom, only after heavy peer pressure did he ask his best friend’s sister Angela to go with him. She’d said yes, but the whole night through he felt as if he wasn’t himself, and that ruined his evening.
But last Christmas Eve had changed everything.
From that moment in the darkened alleyway, he saw that maybe love was a possibility after all.
And he fell, hard and fast, for one Angel Dumott Schunard.
The ten months he spent with her were heaven, absolute bliss.
Maybe love didn’t always look like a picture-perfect story book. But it came pretty damn close.
He found in Angel that cliché piece of him that he’d been searching for with no avail for so long.
But that feeling of wholeness he’d had was snatched away from him all too quickly.
He knew that their time together was limited, but he thought that they’d have more of it then they did.
Or maybe he just hadn’t factored disease into their relationship the way he thought he had.
Either way, he hadn’t ever been naive enough to think that they would be together forever.
But he definitely hadn’t prepared himself for that kind of breakup.
He’d known it was coming.
He’d been procrastinating. He told himself, maybe tomorrow we’ll sit down and talk about it. And tomorrow became the day after that. And the one after that. And the one after that.
Until Angel was in the hospital.
And he’d tell himself, tomorrow we’ll talk. Tomorrow.
But he’d been so busy being supportive and trying not to worry her that he’d put it all off for far too long, and by the time he was finally ready, Angel was gone.
Now he tells himself, tomorrow I’ll go visit the loft.
Tomorrow I’ll try to get a job.
Tomorrow I’ll stop screening my calls.
Tomorrow I’ll get back out there.
Tomorrow.
--
End
Title: Opening Doors
Author: Krystal (krys33)
Feedback: Loved and adored with every fiber of my being. However, if you wish to flame, I’d like to hear what you thought was bad so I can fix it!
Pairing: Roger/Mimi, past April/Roger mentioned
Word Count: 571
Rating: PG
Genre: Drama/Angst
Summary: Mimi opens the doors that April closed.
Notes: Oh, the fun I had writing this! I hope you enjoy reading it just as much. It was going to be longer, but a spur-of-the-moment to go see a musical with a friend cut my writing time short.
Special Thanks: Jonathan Larson, obviously. :) And everyone here.
Spoilers: ‘Light My Candle,’ and ‘Another Day,’
Disclaimer: Nope, they’re still not mine.
--
On that night, opportunity knocked.
Literally.
With a few simple taps, one Mimi Marquez opened doors that had long ago been shut on him quite forcefully by a feisty redhead.
She revealed the chance for him to go back to some not-so-good things. She brought with her drugs, and an uncanny resemblance to April when she smiled.
That couldn’t be good, he told himself. She’ll end up the same way. Better not to get attached.
But she also brought along an excuse to finally get his sorry ass out of the loft.
Mark would love that, wouldn’t he? He’d been hiding himself away for far too long, and everyone but himself knew it.
Most importantly, though, was a door she opened that remained concealed in the shadows, hiding in the background.
She gave him chance to love again, to open his heart.
He was surprised by this especially.
As cliché and cheesy as it sounded, back then, he’d thought April was ‘the one’.
Until she’d left him to fend off disease alone, leaving only a ragged piece of paper and a bloodstained bathtub in her wake.
After that, he hadn’t thought love was possible anymore.
He convinced himself quite thoroughly that love was a lie, thought up by companies like Hallmark and Disney to make money. Love was a scheme, not an emotion or a once in a lifetime experience.
But when those locked up doors were somehow broken open on that cold, dark Christmas Eve, all of those cynical thoughts flew right out of them as the opportunities flew in.
She kept coming on to him, ignoring his rebuffs.
This was not only a chance for him; it was one for her, too.
In the end, though, she left alone. But she was confident that she had made an impression.
She was certain he’d never forget her.
--
He didn’t forget.
He moped around the loft even more than usual, thinking that he’d let his only chance to get back to life had passed him by.
But she returned that evening with her moonlit hair, her shining brown eyes, and her April-like smile.
The fact that he’d decided to tear down the walls he’d built around himself disappeared from his mind the second he saw her. And the longer he looked at her, the more frightened and worried he became.
He couldn’t be falling for her. He just couldn’t.
It would force him to relive all those memories he’d been trying so hard to forget. He couldn’t go through that again. He didn’t have it in him.
This time, though, she arrived with a desperate, longing air about her that almost made her irresistible.
Almost.
She argued with him, pleading.
‘There is no future, there is no past’
Oh, how he wished that were true. But all the emotions she stirred within him were too hard to ignore.
‘We must let go to know what’s right.’
He wanted to let go so badly. He really did. But he was worried.
‘There’s only now. There’s only here. Give in to love, or live in fear.’
The fear overpowered the love. He couldn’t help it. He’d lost April, and he just wasn’t ready for that to happen again.
So he pushed her away once more, countering her cries of ‘No day but today!’ with a loud, simple pair of words:
‘Another day!’
He retreated inside, defeated.
Would he ever get this opportunity again?
--
End
-Krystal