Don't ask.

I am Oxie Moron (12:39:03 AM): This is a saaaaaad song
love a loserr (12:39:18 AM): what song
I am Oxie Moron (12:39:38 AM): Selfless, Cold and Composed - Ben Folds Five
love a loserr (12:39:50 AM): SEND AHOY!
I am Oxie Moron (12:39:57 AM): lol I can't! It's a locked CD.
love a loserr (12:40:01 AM): X(
I am Oxie Moron (12:40:04 AM): I know, it SUCKS.
I am Oxie Moron (12:40:16 AM): I will load it for you, if you like.
love a loserr (12:40:18 AM): unlock it =p
I am Oxie Moron (12:40:23 AM): lol I dunno house
love a loserr (12:40:28 AM): LOL!
love a loserr (12:40:29 AM): HOUSE

*both laugh like hell*

I am Oxie Moron (12:40:48 AM): OH MAN! I am house of it.
I am Oxie Moron (12:40:50 AM): XD!
love a loserr (12:40:52 AM): LL!

*laugh more*

I am Oxie Moron (12:41:03 AM): Oh shit man
I am Oxie Moron (12:41:03 AM): XD
I am Oxie Moron (12:41:21 AM): Wooo. Good God.
love a loserr (12:41:28 AM): lol
love a loserr (12:41:30 AM): I needed rhat
I am Oxie Moron (12:41:39 AM): Wow. I suck.
love a loserr (12:41:41 AM): now i hgave a headace
love a loserr (12:41:41 AM): lol
I am Oxie Moron (12:41:47 AM): I have a stomach ache.

*laughs*

love a loserr (12:43:24 AM): sorry I just scrolled up
love a loserr (12:43:27 AM): LOL
love a loserr (12:43:28 AM): can you tell
I am Oxie Moron (12:43:29 AM): Me too!
I am Oxie Moron (12:43:46 AM): I couldn't resist.
love a loserr (12:44:01 AM): Lol
I am Oxie Moron (12:44:06 AM): HOUUUSE.
I am Oxie Moron (12:44:10 AM): God, where did that come from, really.
love a loserr (12:45:16 AM): LOL
love a loserr (12:45:55 AM): my cam keeps turning me house
love a loserr (12:45:58 AM): .... shit
love a loserr (12:46:02 AM): its contagious
I am Oxie Moron (12:46:26 AM): XD
I am Oxie Moron (12:46:35 AM): Oh damn you.

It's funny to Jen and I. :) That's all that matters.

Please be okay.

From Jen:

Man Commits Suicide After Sex with Hen

LUSAKA (Reuters) - A 50-year-old Zambian man has hanged himself after his wife found him having sex with a hen, police said Friday.

The woman caught him in the act when she rushed into their house to investigate a noise.

"He attempted to kill her but she managed to escape," a police spokesman said.

The man from the town of Chongwe, about 50 km (30 miles) east of Lusaka, killed himself after being admonished by other villagers.

The hen was slaughtered after the incident.

So, Michael is dead.

I went into the kitchen this morning to open the blinds and the first thing I saw was Mari's birds. They weren't doing much. They are usually loud. I observed them for a while. Two of them were under one of the nests and Michael was in the other. Suspicious? Very. They NEVER go inside that house, so I thought "Oh shit, it's raining." I quickly went outside to feel the weather and it was clear. It's cloudy, but not raining. But... raining or not, they never go inside their little house. I got closer to the cage and looked at Michael. He wasn't moving. But the other two birds weren't really moving either, so I thought nothing of it and went back inside.

When my sister came home from school she went outside and asked me, "Cristal?? What's wrong with Michael?" I thought, "Shit... he's dead."

Me: I dunno, why?
Mari: He's not moving.
Me: ... Is he dead?
Mari: *whimpers* Yeeah.
Me: Dammit.

She told me that Michael was looking weak this morning and told David about it. So, he died. No idea why. Anyway, I went outside and took the bird out of it's nest. My sister burried him the same way she burried Kristin. I did it again. I ignored a situation and it turned out bad. I could have gone in there and checked the bird out so my sister didn't have to see him dead, but I chose to avoid it. I always do this.

Al Qaeda 'plots to attack U.S.'

Not going to say much on this. Just wanted to post it.

Mr. Ashcroft noted that al Qaeda's public statements show that preparations for a U.S. attack are 70 percent to 90 percent complete and that several upcoming events could be "especially attractive targets" — including the Group of Eight summit from June 8 to 10 at Sea Island, Ga.; the Democratic National Convention from July 26 to 29 in Boston; and the Republican National Convention from Aug. 30 to Sept. 2 in New York City.

Whoa!

I don't really check out band sites, but I wanted to snoop around in Steriogram's site and it kicks ass. Who knows if there's a site like it out there, but... Wow.

I love the layout. They seem like a DIY kind of people and like a fellow DIYer- I can appreciate that. I love their video. Just as good as Junior-Senior's.

Dammit. My nose won't stop crying.

It's a boy. Again.

My aunt, Guille, went into surgery this morning. I was going to be there with her, but I couldn't since she had a C-section done. I called her yesterday to ask her what was up. She was sick. She has the same that I do, only she sounds waaay worse. After that I called my brother to ask him to pick up Mari and I so we can see her and the baby.

So, he comes around in the afternoon and calls my uncle. He tells him that my aunt is still in the recovery room so we can't go and visit her, but would give us a call to let us know when. We decided to go to Express West and check it out. It's still the same in there. My brother was excited to go because he wanted to go up stairs to the 18-and-up room, but he forgot his ID. Nothing but pipes and cigars up there. I've never gone myself. Not interested. After that we all went to the mall. Just to pass the time. We went into Spencer's first so I could show my brother the pin belt I wanted. That fucker ignored me most of the time and it's understandable. He brought his girl. BUT... I am his sister and I hardly ever get to talk to him or hang out. I was looking at some Simpsons stuff when my sister says, "Cristal! Look!" then holds up a "I (heart) Colin" pin. Ahhh. I got it. I put it back in the bowl thing, though. I'm broke out of my ass. But I kept looking at it and told myself, "Fuck it." I got my ice cream money out and bought it. I usually have that change around in case people ask for some.

Hot Topic was next. Saw some pretty cool Harry Potter shit. I was gonna show my brother my watch and as I looked at my wrist I went :O. It was gone. Nuuuuu. I haven't been in HT for long so I went over to Spencer's. Bleh. I couldn't find it. Then I remembered! "HEY! IT could be in my bag!" So I quickly opened it and there it was. Phew. Close one. I remembered that as I was trying to get my money out I felt the watch fall off, but thought nothing of it. I saw a Coheed and Cambria shirt. :D Ahhhh. I forgot. While I was at Claire's I saw the video for "Embers And Envelopes" by MAE. I just found out about this guys (thanks to Musicmatch) last week and they are already on the TV. I like them. I've also found a few others bands. Rx Bandits, Dead Poetic... blah, blah. After HT we went over to KayBee and the Disney Store.

Me in the Disney store: Oh shit! Look!
Julian: Whoa, watch it. G rated in here.
Me: Oh, right.
Me: Oh Fuck! Look!

I can't help myself sometimes. Children weren't present. I watch out for that. Some... times. Brother got us some Cinnabons and then I went into the cartoon store before leaving home. My uncle never called us and Julian was getting tired. So, tomorrow.

Constellation - The Juliana Theory

I did the following today:

Cleaned.

Felt sick.

Stared at old beer.

Got waved at.

Checked out books - Fast Food Nation, America Bizarro, The Wilde Album.

Ordered Pizza; met another Cristal.

Talked to Mother... in a good way.

Saw A Beautiful Mind.

Hmmm. Only thing good in my mind right now is Kolin and that picture of a dead cat I have framed. That picture rules.

Who cares about titles.

So, I've been having this pain that goes from the right side of my neck down to my right elbow. Good? Nah. I feel like ripping my arm off and whacking my neck to death.

Speaking of death- I've been thinking about that for a while now. While now a.k.a. months. And constantly. Probably posted about this- Wait. Imma check. Actually, fuck it. Anyway, I've always had it in mind that I am going to die due to cancer. Right? Right. Cancer of many forms, but brain cancer is the usual thought. I can't get that idea out of my head either. It's been years. Most of the time I dismiss it and try hard to think about something else. I've been getting that feeling again. In bed while looking up at the ceiling I told myself, "I am going to die." I couldn't stop saying it. And yes, we are all going to die one day (100 years), but I have that feeling that I am going to die soon. So, I cried for a while. It's all in my head, I know, but still... It bothers me.

I get silly ideas in my head. Heh. For example, last month: Hard to explain, but I got my period for three days and it's always been five. Then again, I forgot when my period started for that month, so I was struggling to figure that out. Then I started thinking, "If I only did have it for three days, that means something is wrong with me. What if I can't have children?" Why did I think this? My mother only gets her period for three days and she's had two miscarriages already. On the other hand... she's getting old.

So, all these thoughts bury me. It's like placing a stone upon my back. Gets to the point where my neck and arm are hurting. I never talk about this kind of stuff with others, either. At least not that I know of. I guess I am now. There's a lot more.

I've been down. The good moments don't last. Everyday I get more depressed and feel more lonely. I just sit around waiting for it to end because I am too much of a chicken shit to do anything about it myself.

Feeling all of this while sitting here with a weak smile on my face. It's nice.

Tsk, tsk.

I somehow forgot to post this. I already posted it in Inferno Cafe, but I have to post it here. May not be true, but funny stuff.

Hmmm... It's a short article and some have shitty computers, so I will post the first paragraph.

A COUPLE who went to a fertility clinic after eight years of marriage to find out why they could not have kids were shocked to find out they needed to have SEX.

Just keep in mind that it's from The Sun.

Rite Aid.

I needed PADS. Yes. Pads. So I asked my stepdad to take me to the store after work. While in line at the cash register, I was bouncing around and singing and such. Wired from work.

Cash register girl: Hey.
Me: Heey. *bounces*
CRG: You sure are happy about getting your period.
Me: Naah. I just got off work.

Now, tell me this: WHO in their right mind would be happy about getting their period. Who? Maybe some wife who is tired of having sex, but hell... there are some males who still go in there when the chick's ass is red.

Mmmhmm.

After work.

Me: I'm going back in again.
Mom: Yeah? Oh, well... I was going to invite you.
Me: Invite me? Where?
Mom: A show.
Me: A show?
Mom: Yeah. A transvestite show. It's nice.
Me: Um... oh. Well, thank GOD I am going back to work.

My aunts are all going to be there, but I pass. For now. :)

Scream loud! Scream sayonara!

Sweet Josephine! Will you fuck me back home?

Been feeling nasty since this morning. Simple things would get me dizzy at work. Like seating people to their table. I tripped a lot, too. I didn't want to talk to anyone at work and no one seemed to take my silent treatment as a hint to leave me the fuck alone. One of the waiters asked me what was wrong.

Memo: What happened in your life that's making you look that way?
Me: Nothing? I feel nauseous.
Memo: Yes, but why? Why are yo-
Me: I have my period.
Memo: *starts to laugh nervously and shakes head*
Me: Hey. You wanted to know and I told you.

Don't ask me shit. I'll be blunt about most things. Especially when I'm pissed. He even tried to "cheer me up" by blowing on my neck (no idea how that was going to work), and I looked at him from the corner of my eye and shook my head. He just said okay and backed off. I wasn't in the mood to listen to Erika either. It would get to the point where she was talking away and I would zone out. I wasn't even looking at her as she continued to prattle. Oh, and to make this worse, there were a bunch of folk in the buffet and bar area watching the Lakers game. I wanted to blow everyone's brains out.

I don't want to be around anyone right now. I don't want to talk or listen. I don't even want to continue this.

Blog Surfing.

MOTHERfucker. So.. I was looking through blogs and posting about them when one of them went berserk. Shit. Must start over. Anyway, surfing through blogs to see what other psychos I can find.

Diary of a Misfit - I love how he started his Blog. Nothing really happened I just went to work, came home, ate dinner, took a nap...rinse repeat.

MyWorld - He's a Pastor.

Dark Dreams - Oooooooooh. Very showoff-y.

Uhhhhhh. - I can't read it, but the music... whoa. Kinda cool. Hahaha. Kinda.

Guards of Azkaban - A Potterhead. Potterhead who loves french fries.

*~jUsT a LiTtLe PrInCeSs EvErYoNe LiKeS tO oFfFeNd~* - Christ. She's 17. AND PEOPLE! WHY MUST YOU INSIST ON USING LIGHT TEXT ON LIGHT BACKGROUNDS! IT KILLS MY EYES! AHHHHH! Yeah. Keep in mind that people need to see your text in order to read your blog.

MY Two Sen - What attracted me to this page (which means made me stay for more than two seconds) is this link. The picture with the guy and a mouth full of fries is the same one that was displayed at the Artivist Festival in Hollywood.

snOwY iCelaNd - Ahhhhhh! Kill it! Kill it! Actually, it might kill you if you open that link.

Bakersfield Ill News - Nah. Bakersfield doesn't suck. Wait a minute... yes it DOES! BAKO SUCKS! AHAHAHAHAHA. Hmm. Sin, when are we going back there?

<<-(``FeeLinGs WiTh|n My HeaRt``)->> - 2day was last day of sch..i didnt attent sch 2dayz..i jollyz well knew tt i had missed e important lesson.. Hmmm. How about English? It could be me, but it seems she's a two-in-one kind of person. Ah. Stop this horrid music.

toXicitY......... dE neW defiNitioN - i hAvE sEen tOo MuCH oF thIS. Too damn much.

Ugh. I am going to stop here. It's late. So, if you folks are ever bored check out the Recently Updated Blogs page. Just a fair warning: You won't know what you're getting into until it's too late. Or something. This sucked. Only good thing I got out of it was this site. Looks almost as good as iMood. Almost.

Oh yeah. If you actually went through each link... I feel bad for you. And if you didn't then KUDOS to you!

Sigh. I have reached to 800 lines in my template. 800 lines of HTML for one page. Let's see how long it will take for me to make it to 1,000.

I am testing out the new PhotoBlogging dealy. It's neat, but I have no one in my list. Read about it here. Woo! No more Photobucket and shit. Well... unless they start charging. Eh. I hope this lasts.  

Oh yeah. You can only send JPEG files. As far as I know. Anyway, I've made a buddy icon for Colette a week ago(?) and I decided to make one for myself. Ah, GIFS. Low in quality, but cool to animate with. Knock yourself out.

Goat shit on my shoes.

Hmm. I woke up early. Early for me. 8 AM. I couldn't go back to sleep and my grandma invited me to eat with her and a few others over at my uncle's. Off we went. I hate sitting too close to people when I am in a car. I get carsick. Bleh. We get there and while waiting for my uncle to get home, I played with their little Chihuahua. Little runt. She's a great bitch, though. I thought we were going to eat in their home, but we ended up going to Hometown Buffet. Eh. It was either that, Tom's, or Chinese food. I really wanted Chinese food. Oh well. It was alright. They played oldies in there, so I was happy. 'Cept for the damn cramps.

After they talked themselves silly, we all headed back over to their place. My grandma and I went into the backyard to look at the pigeons, chickens, goats, and horse. I loved the goats. I was afraid they were going to butt me or think that my clothes were food. There was a kid (baby goat) in there that kept jumping on me. He was cool. I didn't get near the horse. She didn't look like she wanted to be near anyone, so I didn't bother. I played with the goats, instead. When my uncle fed them, it was like CHRISTMAS for them. Fun.

Back inside the house, I spent the rest of the time playing with Sasha, the Chihuahua. I took off one of my spikes and put it on her and she went crazy. I think it was too heavy for her. It was time to go, though. As soon as I got home, I watched some Tom & Jerry and Oprah before taking a nap. I took a three hour nap. I think.

I kept hearing laughter coming from the living room, so that woke me up. I was still half asleep, though. I didn't get up until one of my cousins came in my room. "Oh man, you're asleep?"

Him: Laaaaazy.
Me: So? I'm tired.
Him: Tired of what??
Me: Fuck you.

Heh. I stayed in bed a little longer before my mother came in and told me to go to the store to buy beer. That's what I've become. A Beer-buying Bitch. So, I met my other cousin and his chick, "The Singer." She seems pretty cool. I hadn't seen my cousin for a few years too. He was living in Seattle for a while. So, we went to the store, got two cases of Coronas, and paid for them. I asked my cousin to help me take the cases and the cashier lady told me that she couldn't let him go out with the beer since he was underage. So, okaaaay. I told him to take the change instead while I carried out the cases and she tells me that she has to give ME the change. Hmm. What was he going to do? He can't run with the damn case. I waited until we went out to get him to help me out. It wasn't heavy to carry... I was just being lazy.

And I have been in here since then. Sorta. I went out a couple of times to get a couple of beers and to eat, but that was it. I've been bored. Oh well. Work tomorrow. :D I just hope there isn't drama like last week. I can't relate with anyone in there. The only one that I have somewhat-cool conversations is with my boss. Computers and business. The other hostess, Erika, talks my fucking head off. She's too much fucking drama for me. Blah. I pretend that I am listening to her most of the time. She doesn't know the difference.

Cramps. Must. Rip. Leg. OFF.

I really don't feel like writing, but since I am extremely bored... I gave in.

I've been feeling nasty all day. I decided to talk a walk this evening and Mariquita wanted to give me some company. She wanted to go to the store. On the way there she talked to me about the usual family stuff. David took my car to work today. That threw me off since he has his new truck and when I mentioned that to Mariquita she told me that my mother had taken the car away from him because we went to the casino. Oh yeah. She's been mad at him for over a week now. I laughed. It's childish. So now my car is being polluted by his smoke because of her bitchy mood.

While passing through my old school Mariquita saw a tree and hugged it. "Give me your power, give me your strength..." I just stood there and smiled. After she was done she started to tell me about how trees have good energy and people in it. "Like in Pocahontas," she tells me. She tells me a lot of that spiritual shit. I don't mind. It just goes in one ear and mostly out the other. I ended up talking about Kolin to her again. I dunno. She asked me the same questions and I never pass up talking when the subject is Kolin, so I didn't mind at all.

Open up, fatty.

I have your occasional "what the fuck?" dream now and then, but I've been having them all week.

I've had three with Kolin in it. First one he was in the computer, second it was himself, and third he was on the phone. Let's see. In one of my dreams I was driving around with a real-life Peter Griffin and we were going to meet up with Lisa, Bart, and Milhouse (who were singing a Tool song). Then Peter suggested that we'd go into some club, but I refused because I wanted to go home to be with Kolin. He kept insisting until I grabbed his fat neck and said, "If you don't take me home, I will rip your dick out and choke you with it." That's when the dream ended.

In another dream I was hanging out with Marilyn Manson and some obsessed fan. I forgot what we all did, but it ended in a football game. Last night, I dreamed about the lead singer for Coheed and Cambria, only he was fourteen. He looked the same, but was fourteen. Not sure how that works. Most of the stuff is very blurry or sorta hard to explain.

The dreams are messing with me. I woke up without a shirt the other night. I don't remember taking it off either. A few weeks ago I went to bed with a hoodie on and woke up without one. I spent the day trying to remember how that happened.

It's a loooong one and I'm bored as fuck. Perfect.

-------------------- First Things First ---------------------

x Full Name: Cristal Bernal
x Birthday: April 20, 1983
x Zodiac: Pfff. Taurus/Aries
x What time is it?: 10:31 PM
x What is the date?: May 16th, 2004
x Other Names Your Parents Considered: I think Lola or Ixia. Or something. I love you, Dad. My mom picked out shitty names.

--------------------Standard Stuff-----------------------------

x School: NO. School is evil.
x E-mail: Naaah. Not gonna get spammed. It's around this blog. Look for it.
x Eyes: Dkr. Brown. :(
x Hair: Dkr. Brown/Black.
x Height: 5'5''
x Shoe Size: Girls: 9, Boys: 7
x Who lives with you? *sigh* Mom, David, and Mari.
x When is your bedtime? Whenever Brain tells me it is.

--------------------In the Last 24 Hours-----------------------

x Cried: No.
x Worn jeans: NO. I don't care for jeans.
x Met someone new: Sure. I'm a hostess. I meet new people every time I work.
x Done laundry: Nope.
x Cursed: Fuck yeah.
x Watched a Movie: I slept through one. Does that count?
x Went to the movies: No.
x Went shopping: No.
x Gotten sick: My throat is a bit sore.
x Been kissed: Never been kissed. :P Oh wait. Got kissed on the cheek. Yes.
x Given a kiss: These questions confuse me, but yes.
x Lied: Nah.
----------------------Have You Ever-------------------------

x Missed school cause of weather: 'Course.
x Lit yourself on fire: Hahaha. I've burned myself, but never LIT myself on fire.
x Kept a secret from everybody: Everybody? I don't know.
x Had an imaginary friend: I have many people in my head. It keeps me sane.
x Ever been in love w/ a friend: Don't know how to answer this.
x Cried during a movie? Yeeeah.
x Had crush on an teacher? Probably. Yeah.
x Been on stage: Yes. I was in Chorus at school. Horrid.
x Cut your own hair: Been cutting my own hair for almost three years. I cut it today.
x Done drugs: Beer? No. No "drugs."
x Seen a murder: Nope.
x Seen a naked man in the flesh: Noooooo.
x Seen a naked woman in the flesh: Boobs. :)
x Had Sex: Nope.
x Wanted to have sex: Not until recently, but still not 100% sure. :)

------------------------Your Firsts------------------------------

x First best friend: Some girl named Stephanie in kindergarten.
x First car: That damn Pontiac. I don't even know what year it is. I don't want to bother.
x First real date: Never been on a date. Dates are retarded.
x First real break-up: Real is the keyword.
x First self-purchased album: Hanson. :D First CD was Alanis.
x First pets: Chickens? No. I think... I don't remember.
x First piercing/tattoo: My ears when I was 15 days old.
x First enemy: School.
x First big trip: Probably Mexico when I was... one?
x First Kiss: Not yet. :)
x First failing grade: Art in my senior year.
x First Period: It was Science in sixt- Oh. I was Eleven.

----------------------In the Last Week -------------------

x Worn a skirt: Nope.
x Been mean: Yeah. But in a good way. ;)
x Been sarcastic: Yes. Always.
x Talked to someone you have a crush on: Nah. I don't have a crush on Kolin. I am beyond that.
x Fought with your parents: I don't fight. I just stop speaking. So, yes.
x Got in an argument with your best friend: No. I don't get into arguments with friends.
x Laughed until you cried: Nope.
x Played Truth or Dare: No. I don't care for that game.
x Watched a sunrise/sunset: Nah. I love sunsets, though.
x Went to the beach at night: Nope.

-------------------Who Did this Last-----------------

x Called you: Um... lol. A customer at my job? I dunno. Sin or Mom.
x Slept in your bed: Me. Always me.
x Saw you cry: Uh... everyone when my uncle died in 2000.
x Made you cry: I dunno. I forget when I cry.
x Made you laugh: Nardo. :)
x You shared a drink with: I drink alone.
x You went to the movies with: Mom, David, Monica and her guy.
x Went to dinner with: Dinner? The whole family, I guess.
x Bought you something: Uhh... I don't know. My mom, I think.
x Sent you an email: Amanda.

-------------------------- Extras -----------------------------

x Black or white? Black.
x TV or movie? TV.
X Cat or dog? Cats. Dogs rock, too.
x Walmart or Target? TARGET.
x Spring or Fall? Autumn.
x Sun or rain? The raaaaaaain. "...in the rain." :P
x What are you gonna do after this? Wait and then go to bed.
x What was the last meal you ate? I don't eat meals. I just ate a sandwich.
x High school or college? None.
x Are you bored? Very. Fucking. Bored.
x Last TV show you watched? I don't know. I channel surf.
x Last movie you saw in theaters? The Passion of the Christ.
x Last noise you heard? Drum beat.
x Last smell you smelled? My body spray.

------------------------Favorites----------------------------

x Shampoo: Don't have one.
x Favorite Color: Blue.
x Day or Night: Night. Always night.
x Summer/Winter/Fall/Spring: Autumn/Winter.
x Lace or Satin: Satan. Um, fleece! Cotton. Shut up.
x Favorite Cartoon Character: I LOVE THEM ALL. Almost.
x Favorite Fast Food: Anything chicken from almost anywhere. Nuggets!
x Favorite Advertisement: Zoloft. The retarded ones are great, too.
x Favorite Movies: I dunno.
x Favorite Drink: Drinks. Water, iced tea, alcohol...
x Favorite sport: MUD WRESTLING. No. I don't have one.

---------------------What are You…-------------------------

x Wearing: Grey shirt, olive green cargos. Same shit everyday.
x Thinking about: Kolin.
x Listening to: The Closest Thing by The Juliana Theory.

------------------------Have You Ever 2-----------------------

x Been to Canada? No.
x Danced Naked? Eww. No.
x Skinny dipped? NO.
x Stalked someone? Nope.
x Snuck out? Nope.
x Wished you were the opposite sex: Males suck.

------------------------ Random ----------------------------

x Are you bored? YES. I SAID YES! FUCK!
x Are you lonely? Yeah.
x Are you happy? Sometimes.
x Do you drink? Yes.
x Do you smoke? No. I don't like the smell.
x Who named you? My dad.
x When was the last time you showered? This morning.
x What color pants do you have on right now? OLIVE.
x What song are you listening to right now? Coheed and Cambria - In Keeping Secrets Of Silent Earth 3
x What color is your shirt? -_-' Motherfucking Grey.
x What is right next to you? Next to me? A shitload of crap.
x What is your computer desk made of? I. Don't. Care. Wood.
x What are the last 4 digits in your phone number? o_O I've already posted that once.
x Are you eating anything? No.
x Hows the weather right now? It's alright. I have the fan on.
x What did you do last night? Went to the store.
x How are you today? Eh.

------------------------- Extras 2----------------------------

x Do you have your license? No.
x What book are you reading now? Not reading.
x Nickname: Oxie, among others.
x Pets: My Lovebirds: Jasper and Sam.
x Siblings: Mari and Julian. I have much more, though.
x Have you ever been so drunk you didn't remember that you were drunk: No.
x Taken any illegal substances: Nope.
x Gone out in public in your pajamas: I think so.
x Played ding-dong-ditch? Noo.
x Wanted to hook up with a friend/date them: What? No.
x Did something illegal? Probably.
x Did you get caught? I guess not, huh?
x Gotten arrested? Not yet.
x Gotten a ticket for something? No.
x Prank called someone: I used to as a kid. Lame.

---------------------Do You Believe In----------------------

x Yourself: Rarely.
x Santa Claus: I believe in Sandy Claws.
x Tooth Fairy: Nah. That bitch is in debt with me.
x Destiny/Fate: Yeah.
x Angels: I dunno.
x God: Yeah.
x Bigfoot: Guess not.

--------------------Friends and Life------------------------

x Do you have a girlfriend/boyfriend? Yeap. :)
x Do you like anyone? Like as in "like-like?" I only love my Teddy.
x What's the best feeling in the world: Knowing he exists and loves me.
x Worst Feeling: Knowing he can disappear.
x Worst fear: Losing Kolin again.
x Time now: 10:52 PM

------------------------Lasts-------------------------------

x Last car ride: Today after work.
x Last good cry: I don't... remember.
x Last library book checked out: Uh... it was months ago, so don't remember.
x Last beverage drank: Water.
x Last shoes worn: My work shoes. I hate them.
x Last cd played: Emotion Is Dead - The Juliana Theory
x Last item bought: My GigaHold shit.
x Last annoyance: Myself.
x Last disappointment: Too many to know.
x Last time having sex: lol Oh man. By myself?
x Last time wanting to die: I don't know.
x Last time scolded: Last week.
x Last shirt worn: Fuck this.
x Last website visited: http://www.blogger.com/

AHHHH! This is what I get for being bored. I won't do another one of these for a loooooooooooong time.

Chipmunk Dude.

Here it is.

I got paid today, but all of it (every cent) is gone. Yay for bills!

Chaaa.

Finally. I finished my watch. I destroyed it last week because the band leather was making my wrist staaank really bad. I planned on buying some chains and making a chain band, but I never got around to going to the store. I went to the 99 cents store today to see if they had any (I saw some last time I went), but they didn't have them anymore. I did find some badass stretch bands, though. In Oxie colors! I bought two and already had a plan on what to make of it. All I need is a cool jacket and someone to help me sew. I suck at that. :)

Around an hour ago I started to mess with the bands to see what I could to with it when the idea came to mind. I COULD USE IT AS A WATCH BAND. I didn't know if it would work, but I thought it wouldn't hurt to try. I inserted the band in the watch and cut it to my wrist size. I saw that the band was coming undone so I went into the kitchen to burn the tips. Smells bad. Anyway, I went back into my room and started to figure out a way to make the band hold together. That's when I remembered the velcro Sin gave me a loooong time ago. Remember that, Sin? I knew it would come in handy one day. I then glued the tips onto the band so the tips wouldn't hurt me. I took the velcro and sewed it in there. It was hard since the back of the velcro pieces were sticky and the thread kept getting tangled.

And viola! I made a band. I wasn't done, though. I took this pin that broke months ago (my Happy Bunny pin) and glued it onto the band and then sewed some random button I found in my room.

I was going to take pictures, but it's One in the AM and I can't see the screen much right now.

Awwwww damn, Sin.

So, I went to Go Betty Go's site and I read that they were shooting a video somewhere in Hollywood, but it didn't say when. I thought it would have been a great way to see them play. I immediately sent you an email asking if you'd like to go if it's not too late. After that I checked out their schedule and I read that the shooting was on the 8th of May. D'oh! So, I tried to email you back when I realized that I had sent the first email to your old AOL account. Dumbass. And I STILL don't know your email, dork. Oh well.

We have to go and see Go Betty Go sometime. I've only heard a clip of their music from the Ban commercial and it sounds pretty nifty. I should fuck it and get the damn album, but I am soooo stingy. Bleh.

9:47: Hey Sin! The free song clips finally work! You can now hear some of their music. :D

Oh. Jen just sent me this. :D I see it as a Badgers PT. II. "RING, RING, RING, RING, RING, RING, RING, RING... BANANA PHOOOOOONE!"

The Urbz

That one looks interesting, but the one that I've been wanting is the Makin' Magic Sims expansion pack. I love unatural shit.

Ahh. I'm very bored. Watching National Geographic, though. Women in prisons. Oh fuck it. STORE. Maybe. I need more gel. Giga Hold gel fucking rocks, yo. I wanna try the putty, though. Eh. Careful. The site has music in it. Gets on your nerves.

Again.

The topic of this week has been Mother.

My grandmother had a talk with me this time, though. We started to talk about a store that I wanted to go and she told me that my mother had told me that she was going to take me and buy some things for me (which is true), but that she was upset that no one said anything to her on Mother's Day. I told her what she did to me Sunday and my grandma proceeded to tell me that my mom was wrong in everything that she's doing. She was doing wrong in pushing us away. She told me that she already had a talk with her years ago about me. My mother used to complain about how lazy I was or how I never came out of my room. My grandmother told her not to worry about something stupid like that. She asked her, "Would you rather have her stay out past midnight not knowing where she is or what she's doing?" My father has asked the same thing. About me being lazy- I've ALWAYS been like that. I've always been a lazy hermit. And it's not really laziness. I wouldn't still be working if I were lazy. I just don't feel like doing shit most of the time. I get distracted easily. Just like my father. I've given her my best and she still wants more. Not sure what she wants at this point.

The talk was okay until my grandma started to cry. Grrr. I felt bad. "I don't even want to come here anymore because of this. It kills me," she tells me. I wanted to cry to, but I refrained. I got cold. I just didn't say anything until she stopped. Grandma is going to have a talk with my mother before she leaves. Sigh. It's going to suck for us because Mother is going to take it out on everyone. That's what she does when she's upset.

I could have had it worse. I could have been raised by a psychically abusive mother. I could have been kept captive in my own room. But still. She's mentally abused us all. Heh. I just remembered a joke on Comedy Central Presents.

Mother needs meds.

I had a talk with Mariquita this morning. She mentioned that my mother was upset with my sister and I because we didn't wish her a "happy" Mother's Day. Boo-fucking-hoo. She'll get over it. I've been cheesed off since Sunday because of her. What did she expect from me? After she ridiculed me in front of Sin and her mother on Sunday that I was going to go up to her and say, "Happy MOTHER'S DAY, MOM!" and hug her? Heh. Wow. I told Mariquita why it didn't even cross my mind to do that on Monday. And she saw. She saw on Wednesday how she is. I haven't seen or spoken to her since then. She's been trying to get us to talk for a long while now.

Mariquita: Would you be whiling to talk to her?
Me: Talk to her? No.
Mariquita: Yeah. Have a talk with her without getting angry.
Me: Noo, noo. I am not going to do it. It's a waste of time. She'll start defending herself and attack me.

Hell, I'm the same way. I can't talk to that woman. I leave her alone and I wish she'd do the same for me. I told myself a few days ago, "She's put me down in front of everyone since I was a kid, but if she even comes close to doing that to me in front of Kolin... I am going to blow up on her."

I'm getting closer to that. I spent all day trying to find ways to vent. I did laundry, cleaned my room (again), ate, cleaned the house, painted, took a nap, watched TV, listened to music, played The Sims, ate... I'm unsurprisingly tired. Weeeak.

I can't wait to go to work in fourteen hours. Oh! Almost time for my aunt to have that baby! Eeeee! I can't wait and she can't either. :D She showed me the baby's stuff the other day. I kept going "awwww" every time she showed me something. I felt stupid, but I couldn't resist! Almost everything she had was cute. Especially the tiiiiny diapers. I really want to be with her when she's in labor. Or do I?

Might as well.

So this is how it's going to be until she dies. Or until I die. Which ever comes first. I should stop sharing my accomplishments with her because there is always something I could have done to make it better. Nothing I do is right and well... oh well. Heh. It's like this with everyone, though... right? Of course. There's always going to be that someone that tries to keep you down. I just wish it wasn't her. I do want her to be pleased with me, but it's not possible.

Nanj sent me this. Funny. :) Make sure you click on the bottom link to look at all of it. Oh. If you are very religious or get offended when someone does a spoof on Jesus. Don't bother.

More kids

My aunt, Guille, is due any day now. Probably the lastest would be Saturday. She asked me to be there with her a few months ago and I hoooope that I will be able to. Every is telling me that it might be too "graphic," but I can handle it. I used to watch those TLC shows, I used to look at the books since I was a kid, and I was into mutilated bodies a few year back... I can take it. Of course, there is NOTHING like having a "live" experience.

All I know is that I won't faint like my father. Wuss. :)

New Blogger

Mmmhmm. Blogger changed their look on their front page. Actually... everything changed. They even allow you to make a spiffy profile. When you do it you can see your user stats. Here's mine.



They even have a new blockquote feature in here. Not sure why anyone would want to use it, but seems pretty good for the Me: shit that I do, no? Let's test it.

Me: Oh man, I am stupid.
Me: Why?
Me: Because I wasn't sure what the hell this blockquote shit did.
Me: You dumbass. You could have just Googled it!
Me: I DID, you fuck. That's how I found it what-
Me: Shut up.

Hmmm. Seems cool! :D

This post makes 1,351.

Oh yeah. I forgot to mention that Blogger has a commenting system in now, but what's the point of using it now? I am fine with YACCS. Fine until they go under. ;)

Good God. I posted this at 12:51 and it's now 1:28 and I am STILL forgetting to tell you about other stuff. I should look at it all first THEN post. Anyway, I forgot (again) to mention that BLOGGER put up a ton of new templates. They aren't even that fucking bad. Not like the older ones. The graphics are pretty good. They look like an actual damn site. And the format is great, too. I am so jealous. :P Here's one sample of a template.

DIIIIE. :)

I woke up at 6 AM today. I haven't gotten up that early since I used to go to school. I was cranky in the morning. Mostly my mother's doing. I went to work in a bad mood, but that quickly wore off after I had to inflate a ton of balloons. That was somewhat fun. I had four girls help me out. We also opened up one hour earlier than usual. I was trying to get everything ready before. Right when we were about to start, Memo calls me over and starts telling me his "be fair speech."

Memo: Okay, today is a big day. Everything has to go well. There will be people who are going to get mad, but we are going to try and avoid that, okay? Now, you are the driver. You tell people where to sit. Now you have to be fair with the waiters. You can't go and seat them in one place or with David...
Me: *thinks* Oh, Goddamnit. Here we go.
Memo: I don't care where you sit them...
Me: *thinks* Bullshit.
Memo: But the other waiters will get mad...
Me: *thinks* Which is only you. Fucker.
Memo: So, just try and keep everything fair, okay?
Me: I'll try my best.

Gah. What an ass. Okay, sometimes he's tolerable, but for a manager he sure plays it like he owns the damn place. We have a system there and he always fucks it up and does it his way. Tsk, tsk. He made Erika cry today. She told the owner, Ramiro, about what he said. Memo. What a dick.

So, to sum up the brunch: It all went well. Very well. There were more people today than Wednesday, but it all went smoooooth. I did fucking well. I know I did. Not only because my boss told me I did, but because it's the fucking truth. I was all over the fucking place. I worked for too long, though. 11.5 hours without any break. My feet were killing me.

Me: Ahhhh. My feeeeet.
Ramiro: You're tired, huh?
Me: Well, yeah. Just my feet.
Ramiro: That's okay, mija. You did well today. Very well. You didn't complain either. Everyone else complained but you. That's very good. Thank you.
Me: Ha. That's because you didn't hear me complain. I complained to myself most of the time.

It's not I had any choice. I go there to work. While at work, my sister called me to ask me when I was getting off. "Until they tell me to," I told her.

After I got off I called home to have someone pick me up. I grabbed my shit, had my time card signed and got the fuck out of there. I waited outside for a few minutes before I saw my car coming. I thought, "Why the hell are they using my car?" Then, when I looked closer, I noticed that it was Sin driving my car.

"What the fuck are you doing with my car, man?"

Heh. I'm glad she picked me up. I didn't want to see Mother. As soon as I got home, I threw my shit on my bed and went into our backyard to say hello to my aunt. After that I took a shower and relaxed in my room while Sin played The Sims. I was doing alright, until my mom came into my room with my aunt.

Tia: You worked long, huh?
Me: Yeeah.
Mom: Ha, that's nothing. I sometimes 14 hours!
Me: Yeah, but you get breaks! I didn't get break today.
Mom: So? I work 14 hours all week. I work hard. Now you see what hard work is.
Me: I didn't say that I worked hard and harder than you. I know you work hard.
Mom: Shut up. *walks away*
Me: *mutters* Fucking bitch.

GRAAAAAAAAAAH. What the fuck? The conversation went a bit longer than that. I know I complained about it to Sin a lot after that, but.. shit man. She acted as if I went up to her face and said, "LOOK! I worked 11 hours! I worked harder than you! I win!" No, Bitch. I didn't even say hi to her. I am very glad I didn't get her anything for Mother's Day. I never do, anyway. But like Sin said, "Parents do that." Yeah.

After that, my stepdad kept calling me and I wasn't really in the mood to talk to anyone at that point.

David: Hey, go and get me a 24-pack of Coronas.

Anyway, he asked me to go to the store and buy some beer. I didn't like it. I was peeved, but I went anyway. Sin took me since I can't drive. So, I go went towards the side section of Rite Aid and got my stepdad a case of twelve. They only had one, so I called home to ask him if he wanted something else instead. I ask him and he said, "I wanted a twelve of Coronas."

Me: You said 24.
David. Nooo. I said 12.
Me: -_- Okay, fine. Bye.

Sin and I laughed. So, I got the 12-pack of beer and I decided to get something for myself. I asked Sin what she wanted and she said that she really liked Smirnoffs. I went, "Ohh! Yeah!" I have never tried those and got a bottle. I wanted to get a pack, but Sin convinced me of just one bottle. I went up to the cash register not thinking that it was my first time buying beer. As soon as I get up there I say, "OH... I have to get out my ID." The lady at the cash register said, "Alright ladies, you know the routine. Hah." I thought, "No, I don't. This is my first time."

Oh, on our way home I tried to subtract the Smirnoff from the case of Coronas. I didn't want my mom to know I bought something and I wanted to give the exact change back. I didn't want to hear it from her. So, I brought in the 12-pack while Sin took the Smirnoff into my sister's bathroom and out of her room towards mine. Heh. She didn't have to do that, but it was good that she did. My mom would have asked what I have gotten. So, as I gave my stepdad the pack he asked, "What? No winecoolers?" I tell him, "Oh, no. Not this time. Next time." Heh.

So, I tried it and loved it. No wonder my brother drinks them like water. Good shit.

Ack. I am so tired. I should go to bed. I haven't even downed half the bottle yet. Heh. Big bottle for me. Next time, when Sin comes over to stay... I am getting us some fucking Vodka and whatever the hell she wants. I want to try everything.

Um. I know more happened, but... tired. Again. Grammar sucks. :)

Email Junk. :)

1. What time did you get up?
Today? 6 in the AM. Had to be at work early.

2. If you could eat lunch with one person, who would it be?
Kolin. Only... what would we eat? You hardly EAT, Teddy. Oh yeah. Strawberries. :D

3. Gold or silver?
Silver. I hate gold.

4. What was the last film you saw at the cinema?
Uhhh... The Passion of the Christ. I haven't been back since.

5. What is your favorite TV show?
I have plenty that I don't watch regularly. True Life, Family Guy, South Park, Shorties Watching Shorties, Oprah (dislike her), Comedy Central Presents, etc. Hell, anything interesting.

6. What did you have for breakfast?
Um. Today I had... half a piece of sweet bread.

7. Who would you hate to be stuck in a room with?
Mother.

8. What/Who inspires you?
Kolin, other people's energy, the alternative, and the abnormal.

9. What is your middle name?
Cristal DON'T-HAVE-ONE Bernal. I don't have one.

10. Beach, city or country?
A country-city.

11. Favorite ice cream?
Anything chocolate. Deep Chocolate Peanut Butter. MMMMM.

12. Butter,plain or salted popcorn?
Cheese and Caramel. Fool.

13. Favorite color?
Bluuuue. Blue, orange, green, etc.

14. What kind of car do you drive?
I uh... Pontiac? I don't drive. Much. But when I do, it will be that Pontiac. Shhyeah.

15. Favorite sandwich?
"Bolony," mayonnaise, and loooots of pickles. Sometimes cheese.

16. Favorite flower?
Sunflowers. I think.

17. If you could go anywhere in the world on a vacation, where would you go?
:) Florida, of course.

18. What color is your bathroom?
We have 1.5 bathrooms. One is white and green, the other is blue. My sister's. Oddish question.

19. Favorite brand of clothing?
Is thrift store clothing a brand? Target? Who cares. Anything I can modify is always good.

20. Where would you retire to?
In... I don't know. Too young to think about that shit.

21. Favorite day of the week?
I think Monday. Ohhhh yeah.

22. What did you do for your last birthday?
I went out to eat with the family and played video games afterwards.

23. Where were you born?
Somewhere in the City of Angels. I cost $500.

24. Favorite sport to watch?
Don't watch anything other than basketball at work. When I have to wait for my stepdad to get off. Fucking Lakers. :P

25. Who do you least expect to send this back to you?
Well... no one. It's in a blooooog. Not an email. I don't like to send this crap much.

26. Person you expect to send it back first?
See above.

27. What fabric detergent do you use?
Tide.

28. Coke or Pepsi?
Water.

29. Are you a morning person or night owl?
Night!

30. Do you have any pets?
Two lovebirds: Jasper and Sam.

Woo. I haven't done one of these in a good while. Oh yeah. About the new Blogger layout- I don't like it much. The text is too big. Reminds of the other layout. FU.

Motherfucker's Day. Ahh.

My sister did her first communion today. I didn't get to go because I had work, but I wouldn't have gone anyway. I don't think I would. I haven't been to mass in... almost a year.

My mother was picking me up after work so I only had 15 minutes to get the smell of chips and salsa out of me. As soon as I was done, my mother was already outside the restaurant. Sara, Hope, Sari, and her daughters were all there. We all headed down to Hometown Buffet. Uhhhh. Everyone was there. Grandma, Grandma's hubby, Mariquita, and my aunt Guille, my tio Carlos, and their children plus one guest. A party of 18 or so. I talked with Sara most of the time. She talks very fast and almost out of breath (she's a big girl), so it's always hard to keep a conversation going with her.

Sara: Hey, remember when we passed by those guys?
Me: Ummm...
Sara.: Don't you? Remember when we went to Rite Aid and passed by those Yu-Gi-Oh Masters?
Me: Ohh. Yeah, yeah.
Sara: One of them asked me, "Hey, who's that chick? She's hot."
Me: *laughs*
Sara: I asked him, "How could you tell she was hot? We were so far away."
Me: Did you tell him I was 21?
Sara: *doesn't listen* We call him Jebus at school. He's very unclean and messy. Hairy face.
Me: I see. Did you tell him that I have a BOYFRIEND and I am 21?
Sara: Oh yeah. I told him that you were 21, but not that you had a boyfriend.
Me: Ha. Jeeze. I wonder where all the guys that thought I was hot were when I was in high school.

I noticed how other girls "check out" guys when they have boyfriends. I really don't understand that. I don't check them out. I notice people, but not just guys. I notice girls more than guys, really. At work, Erika always asks, "Hey, did you check that cute guy!?" I go, "What guy?" And I am the one that seats people. Sure, I notice the "alternative" people, but I only look at what makes them stand out. Like tattoos and buttons. Eh... off topic.

Oh, so everyone met at Hometown Buffet. Blah, blah, blah. My tia is BIG, man. She is due in June too. :D I hope it's a girl. She already has four boys. Ah, when I mentioned yesterday about the three males that I trust, I forgot about my uncle, Carlos. I love that man. I am too comfortable with him. I let him touch me without making a big deal about it ('cept for the NECK area). So, that makes four men. I still don't trust my brother much. :P So, we eat and leave. Good time in there. After that we all headed over to my home. I sat around in the living room talking with the family. I drank down a beer with my uncle and relaxed on his... belly. He has a biiiiiig gut. Heh. He makes a great bed. Again, I don't know how it started, but my mother started talking about Kolin. She's too excited about our kids. That's right. OUR KIDS. We haven't even gotten to THAT part yet and she's already imagining how they are going to look like. "Oh, he and Cris are sooo curly! Just imagine how curly the kids will be! All those little curlies!! AND his eyes are green!" -_- Ay, mom. She made me go online to see if K was on so I could make him cam with me and show him off to everyone. So lucky you weren't on, Teddy. I showed them all some pictures of him instead. My tia was talking about her bad surgery and everyone kept interrupting her with Kolin's pictures. Hahaha.

More chatting and more relaxing. My aunt and uncle left. I stood up to give my uncle and picked me up instead. He cracked my back. It hurt. I took a drive around the block again. Still uneasy about it. I have to sleep earlier than usual tonight since I might work around 9-11 hours tomorrow. I have to wake up at six. My boss and I went over with what was going to happen tomorrow. I look horrible. Sleep time! But first... email.

Excuse any grammatical mistakes. I will fix them later if I can find them.

Mr. A!

I went to work very anxious about this coming Sunday. There's going to be a shitload of people. Same as this past Wednesday. Only reason why I was nervous was because I thought I was going to be working by myself as a hostess.

Erika: Ooh, girl. I feel sorry for you.
Me: *think* Jeeze, thanks.

Anyway, turns out I'm going to get some help. THANK GOD! I cannot handle this on my own.

OH! I saw Mr. Andrews today! I was looking for the manager so he could sign my time card and as soon as he was done I saw Mr. A. I got so happy. Mr. A (he insists I call him Matt) was my English teacher when I was a Junior in high school. He is the best teacher I've ever had. We used to talk about music and South Park. We liked the similar shit. Anyway, my boss had seated them down and I went up to Mr. A. I was certain it was him. I could never forget his thick, black glasses. He still looks the same. Even had his Superchuck t-shirt on! I remember how Eileen used to make fun of him because of it. That and his Ween tattoo. Heh.

Me: Mr. Andrews?
Matt: HEY! * gets up to give me big hug*

Woo. It was awesome to see him again. He came in with his girlfriend, Ms. King(?). She was a teacher at my old school, too. He couldn't believe how much I have changed from my goth/punk look. "You look great!"

We didn't get to talk much, though. I had to get ready to leave and they had to eat, of course. So, Mr. A gave me another big hug. Aside from Kolin and my dad, he's the only other male that I've ever trusted.

FUCK!!!!!!!!!

I should make a better effort at CHECKING... FOR... GRAMMATICAL... MIS-TAAAAKES!

*kills brain*

I should have known better.

Oh fucking shit.

Update: So, as Colent said: Angelfire owns you.

Ahhh, fucking thing. Anyway. I did think about moving my journal into another host and build something around there (also make it bigger), but the more I thought about it, the more overwhelmed I felt. Sooo... I decided to upload all my pictures into AOL and link them from there.

I need my own domain name.

Anyway, Grandma is here. She came from Mexico this afternoon. Good to see her again. I guess.

Grandma: Wow, you look great. Different. You look white!
Me: It's the cream you gave me.
Mariquita: You look great. Like you're happy or life is good.

White. Heh.

Mariquita's Vision

So, while I was making a sandwich a few minutes ago, my mother was talking to Mariquita about me. She's a long-time friend of Grandma's and a Tarot card reader. Or something like that. Every time she comes over she tells me stuff Last time she ws here she told me that I was going to get a job and a boyfriend soon. Heh. I was already with Kolin, but it was around the time he was away. She could have meant that he was coming back soon. Which he did.

Anyway, I was done making my sandwich and my mother was trying to figure out what his name was (Mariquita asked for it). As I walked by my mother asked me. "Cris, what's his name?"

Me: Kolin.
Mom: Koh-lin.
Mariquita: Kah-len
Me: Kolin.
David: Colon?
Me: NO. Ko-lin.
Mom: Kah-lin