Yo Tashy!

Heeeeeeeeey! But no really. I'm glad that even after this weird angst month of stupid you're all still around. XD I love you all, and like stuff. It'll take a while for me to use common sense when this stuff comes up, but I have you all, so that helps alot...

Having raging hormones really sucks and stuff, ya know? No good decisions are made at 3AM, guys! I learned that the hard and embarassing way. XD Someone should take away my phone plan at night...

Clever Advertising

Why is cleaver advertising always seen as the worst? Like this ad that was on the London railways...for ps2. So it's on a train telling people to run and jump. But it's for playstation. Lots of times in those games you do have to run and jump from a moving object. It reminds me of the Ratchet and Clank advertisements.

Yo Rachie

We love you. Quit wishing you weren't born. If you wouldn't have been born, we (Layne, AJ, and I) would not have a sister; or at least not one as awesome and cool, and sweet, and funny as you. I know it sucks being a loner, but you do have friends. So they're online? I don't mind, you guys are family. I'd die/kill/fight for you at all costs.

And your twin could very well be in the same situation as you, had she/he made it. You're not the only loner, nor will you be the last. And btw, ftw, I think about my online family more often than my real life friends.

Jesus Christ

http://iasshole.org/

Click that link you dumbass, it's the funniest site I've read in a while. I have NO IDEA what it's really about, but after 5 minutes of looking around, I have a new favorite activity for when I'm procrastinating. Enjoy!

This apology, fucking accept it

It's almost 1AM and I spent two hours sobbing into a pillow because I realize how much of a hot headed, unpredictably moody person I am. No one likes that. And I've taken it out on my friends... That's not good, either. And for some reason, they don't like accepting my apologies, but I'm gonna do it again anyway.

Oh god, Lightning Crashes just came on... I'm gonna cry again... OK I'M ON A MISSION. I'm sorry, from the very bottom of my ugly, useless heart, I'm SORRY. ES OH AR AR WHY!

I've felt like waste because my twin isn't here, so I don't feel like I should be here either, especially with all the shit I cause. He/she'd be a much better friend and person, but the world just ain't right, so you're left with me. I'm pretty dumb, not talented with anything, and am not that fun to hang around with. But you guys stuck around anyway, god only knows why... And for some reason you're all loyal. To this dumbss loner. I don't know how you do that.

So like, everyday I think of all of you, because being said loner, who else am I gonna wanna be with? And here's the thing, I always convince myelf I've done something to upset you guys. It's dumb, but trust, you never wanna be in my brain when this happens. It. Sucks.

I dont like it, but if I feel like I've done anything to get you guys down, I need to fix it, so I go along with it. It doesn't make sense, but to me it's just how stuff goes. I don't know what it'll take to stop it, because goddamn I'm crazy, but it's not something to take out on anyone... A little help would be nice though, you know someone like me can't do it alone.

I love you all, please, for the love of Odin, just say "I forgive ya", not "YOU DON'T GOTTA BE SORRY LAWL". That is bullshit, sir. I don't deserve the loyalty.

ANOTHER RESPONCE LAWL!

Yeah uh, AJ calmed my ass down... But on to a new thing.

I've been fucking LONELY AS HELL and I don't like it. I had a meltdown at 5AM after a 20 second attempt at sleeping last night, and I have no idea why. I couldn't talk to anyone, cause everyone's gone. >_> It pisses me off, I'm always the kid with no one to be with. My friends have their actual friends and I'm stuck in my room, imagining how it would feel to run into a wall because I'm just that fucking frustrated. Always gotta be the lonely weird kid...

In Response the Post Below Me

I honestly don't believe anything extraordinary is going to happen in 2012, unless the central bank is planning something catastrophic to happen so they get more money :D. And yes, 9/11 was predicted. <_< Honestly, too much evidence points to that it was planned by someone in our government. WHERE THE FUCK DID THE PLANE OVER PENNSYLVANIA GO? It's not like they got the Bermuda Triangle to use as an excuse. And, yo, the Central bank made money by our government borrowing more money on interest from them to go to war with Iraq and Afghanistan. In way previous years, scientists could have predicted this to happen. Probably right when Woodrow Wilson signed the bill to allow the United States to be come the bank's slave.

Worrying about 2012... It ain't so great

Just why the hell am I up at 6AM looking up as many articles as I can explaining that the fear over 2012 is nonsense? I know it's all silly and pushed by radicals who have nothing better to do but to make others scared, but sheesh, I'm young... On 2012 I'm only gonna be 18. I wanna, ya know, live a full life. That, along with the idea that everyone would have to watch a giant frozen rock crash into us... Not to pleasent. But I know it isn't true!

But here's the thing; I watched the rerun of that Bible code special on History Channel the other day, and that shit apparently predicted 9/11 and other historical events. It freaks me out that I can't find articles explaining that shit, so I'm gonna bug Ronnie tomorrow about it because he knows a shit ton of scientists and researchers, blah blah blah to point me out to. Like a few days ago, he explained it as a prediction that's meant for a much longer waiting time, or something like that. And other stuff I can't remember.

Guys, I really need a hug...

I think I'm bi or something

What would you think after realizing the hetero porn does nothing for you? Lezzies and boobs, AMERICA FUCK YEAH *boioioioioiing*

But then after I feel weird about fapping to a chick, I look up some Dethklok porn and all is well... But the fact that it's cartoon porn must mean I have some sort of issue, right? Jebus.

Can't they find hot porn dudes who don't have hairless bodies and aren't either fat or too muscley? And for the love of god, IT'S NOT ALL ABOUT YOU. MAKE THE CHICK GASM!! That's partly why I dislike hetero porn, I don't watch it and go "Wowie, that'd feel sweet". No, it's a chick shoving her hips down a guy's ding dong, while he pounds it in her like he's filling up a fish tank. THAT. DON'T. DO. SHIT. FOR. MY. VAGINA.

Also, seeing as YouPorn is my only option to find porn on until I get my own comp... Yeah... I can't find much good stuff.

And also... How did I spend 3 minutes writing about porn? I was supposed to be in bed two hours ago. <_< ... BYE! :D

Ta-Da!

I'm bringing in the cover for y'all...I still have yet to write these articles. And I'm thinking next year I'm gonna write a bunch of stuff instead of doing this all at the end :D. Smart eh?

German Sex Education

This is the way advertising, education, media, anything to do with informing the people should be. America has taken in this whole "don'f offend" anyone thing. Well kids, if you don't offend, sometime (a lot of the time) you get nowhere. People don't act when they feel no emotion towards a piece. It's just there, and blah. This is a good example of a serious issue made serious:


Text:

“Diagnosis: Between life and death lies only .003 milimeters of latex.
Notes: Every year, 3 million people die resulting from AIDs world wide.
Use: Infrom yourself; knowledge protects against contamination/infection”




All we ever use is words. Not that words aren't powerful, in fact, sometimes they're the most powerful, but in this case, images for scare factor should be used. Unprotected sex is or could be a matter of life and death. An image like this will stick in a person's mind and they'll remember it. Frankness may offend people, but it gets to the point, and makes sure that the point is heard. All this bullshit with "politically correctness" is just an excuse to make our pieces of writing have a shit load more deadwood. Deadwood sucks people.

Dieting Advertising

Ok, so I decided to check my GaySpace stuff today. And there's at least 3 different companies trying to sell their dieting crap everytime I load the home page. One has this scrawny chick showing how much weight she lost by the pant size. But she's nasty skinny. Like on the verge of Ausschwitz skinny. THAT IS NOT HOT! Ok? You women need to be proud of your bodies.


If you'd like to lose weight, take the time to cook a decent meal that consists mostly of fuits and veggies, not meat. Complex carbohydrates are great too, but don't over do those either. The fruits and veggies will make you feel better too. It's a win win there. A long with the fruits and veggies, stay away from chemically and factory manufactured products. Stuff like margarine, shorting, american cheese, velveeta, spaghetti-os, fake egg products, etc. This stuff has almost no nutritional value. Not only that, it tastes like crap and has bad side effects that come up later, after eating a bunch of it...not only that it tastes like shit compared to the real stuff.


For margarine verus butter, margarine is produced using extreme heat conditions, and chemicals (to get it to the consistency of butter and to make it taste and look like butter). Margarine triggers the stress hormone in your body that produces bad cholesterol. Butter, on the other hand, is made from cow's milk fat. REAL fat...of which your brain functions partly on. It's like the difference between eating a real hamburger and one of those plastic toys you buy your kids. Dude, flies won't even eat margarine...and they eat feces!

But that's not all. You can't just change your eating habits. Start exercising. Exercising will help you use up the calories you take in through eating. If you eat a lot, you'll have to exercise a lot. Eat less, exercise less. Exercise is also good for relieving stress. Stress is one hell of a fat builder. It's your body's survival instincts becoming active. Way back when...stress was usually an indicator of food shortage, bad climate, disease, etc...Now we get stress from our jobs, children, economy, government, etc. Just take some time each day to sit back and chill. Clear your mind of all the stressful crap. Stress not only produces fat, it produces the bad cholesterol. Bad news, both for your weight, and for your heart.

One of the best album titles

"I likew volumizing shampoo, because I wanna know what my hair has to say"

OMG!

Kso, there was a Halloween Sale at Tate's, and people in costume got their pictures taken and uploaded to the site. Guess which Stalker Sister got her photo uuuup~

And dude, someone even favored it on Flickr... >_> [/feels speshual]

Flatulence

I Have To Complain and Other Stuff

First, my complaining: EVERY road I was on today, except I-694 was going below the speed limits. I-94 had a crash and was backed up all the way to I-35E, but the crash was cleared by the time I got to where it was supposed to be. So I was late because some dipshits couldn't pay attention to where they were going. It was a clear day, and the drivers would be going west, before the sun had risen. Really, now, be cool and pay attention. Put down the damn cell phones and look in your blind spot.

Second, I have to say sorry Rachie, I don't mean to be mean to you when I poke fun at you. I poke fun at everyone, when I can. I don't mean anything by it. I just like challenging people.

Third, I have to make a hierarchy poster for my class on a bodily function. I'm totally doing my poster on farting. This should be done in Tin Foil Army style, and I'll probably post it here and at the Melting Pot. And anywhere else I see fit to post it. :D

I hate everything, also, AAAAAAHNGST

On Friday I was unreasonably happy. I woke up jumping and everything was dandy out of my ass, this was a rare thing. I wondered how long it'd last, and it went well into last night. Which is good. Then I wake up today wanting to turn into Godzilla so I can smash everything with my feet, after realizing how kinda useless I am. I don't have to be posting this, but no one's on and I'm gonna lose it like I do every week, because that's what happens when my sugar supply gets cut off. So fuck this.

I have no niche, I run around my room all day doing nothing other than go online and play the same Zelda game for hours straight. I only come out of the cave to turn off the air or get food, but otherwise I don't do anything. I'm a waste, and everyone's sick of me never doing anything, but I dunno how to fix it. I'm pissed off or down most of the time and I get hounded on for it, and it takes forever to get Mr. Nona Shortness to get on a phone so I can get someone to listen, but he has his own shit going so I feel selfish.

The only place I have in any group is to be made the little kid and to be made fun of for being stupid and it's not gonna change anytime soon. That's the only entertainment I give anyone, so I eiter be a tight ass or let it happen so something kinda good comes out of being here.

Also, fuck everything.

Tash wants an updated TFA

Well, SHE GETS ONE! D8<

The world can rotate around the sun now.

I Need to Bitch

About one thing in particular. WHY IS THE ADULT IN THIS SIGN A FEMALE?!


I hate it that women are always the ones pictured with the kids. Why not the men? Because it's still the dark ages when men only provided sperm and food for the children? FUCK THAT! Women and men have an EQUAL share in raising a child.

Which means I hate when signs like that show women instead of an asexual person.

Hey, I just felt the need to post something

We still don't have a post for October, so I'll start us off. We've come up with a few new concepts in the last few days. The Tin Foil News; Burrito Army; Tash's Computer Idiocy Book. Stuff along those lines.

In school, I've been told I have to make a timeline, so I'm making one on the TFA. And I do believe it's the time of year I'm supposed to make a newsletter for us. Where to start, eh? Yo, Rachel, I need new stylized TFA members!

Oh yeah, I'll share a few hot dudes with y'all!

I'll start off with Dero from Oomph! Who's band just released their album, which rocks. Their videos are top key too :D!
(I'mma just post the whole band and kill two birds with one stone(though I'd never really kill a bird, I'd feel bad for it))

Dero is in the center of the photo, btw.

Who else have I been looking at? Oh yeah, there's the 11,000-year-old Atlantean God named Archeron, but he's a fictional character in a book, so....

I'll post a pic of Bella and Edward from Twilight (can't waits for the movie):

RIP Rick Wright

Rick Wright, keyboard player for Pink Floyd, has died from a short battle to cancer. He was 65 years old, and lemme tell you a bit of something, coming from a fan who cried her fucking ass off.

When I started listening to Pink Floyd around the age of 11, 12, they amazed me like nothing I heard before. At the time, we only had, obviously, Dark Side of the Moon. And as I listened to that album constantly, my favorite songs were Us and Them, and The Great Gig in the Sky. Great Gig was like this misty enchanting melodic escape for me, and made my imagination jump off walls, and gives me great memories of playing Zelda while listening to Dark Side.

As I got more albums, I became a bigger fan. Atom Heart Mother was the greatest album ever recorded in my book when I was 13, and Summer 68, sung by Rick, was... I dunno. I can't even think up words, that song just means alot to me and reminds me of old times when I would stay up with all the lights off, listening to the album, thinking about forests and all that... Because of Zelda games. YES I LISTEN TO FLOYD WITH ZELDA, it's a wonderful combo, like beer and cigarettes to everyone else I know.

And lately, I've been listening to Relics, a CD with mostly B-sides and some songs off Piper. Paintbox is also sung by Rick, and I listened to it, sobbing, just a while ago. I screamed "Goddammit!" into a towel while snot got all over my face. Without his keyboards or vocals, the warm feeling that Floyd gives me would be lost. He was key to their sound and was the heart of it all. And dammit, may he rest in peace and see his friend Syd again.

Rick, you were a genius, and I miss you like you can't imagine.

This is Totally Me

Like... stuuuuff.

TASH, WHERE ARE OUR READERS!? Do we even have any? No? Ok...

Btw, black cherry soda is awesome.

Origins, yet again.

So, I've done more thinking about my last name and its origins. I've come to the conclusion that I either have Scot, Celt, or Viking in my blood. Personally, I vote for Viking...I'd love the thought of my ancestors pissing off the Romans. :D

I'm finding Funnies :D

uh oh, PedoBear will be after that one <_<



Best of the Best:

Male Rating System...Sweet shit

Ok, so I've been on a book binge and well...I stumbled across this Dark Hunter series...there's a sweet rating system involved with Kisses of the Night. So like here it goes...1 to 4 1 being the best of the best...

4. Milk Man = any man who is gorgeous enough to be allowed a cup of milk in bed whenever (I suspect cows milk, GET YOUR MIND FROM THE TOILET!)

3. Cracker (Yeah I know...this term has other meanings too. Tin Foil Army and SS are well aware of that :D) = Any man who is gorgeous enough to be allowed crackers in bed (oh lord NOW we've got trouble)

2. Cookies = Any man who is gorgeous enough to be allowed cookies to bed. AKA They're a god..(If I knew cookies were gods, I'd let my computer snack on them more)

1. Powdered Donuts = any man who is gorgeous enough to be allowed powdered donuts in bed (it's not all bad, for one you get to lick the sugar from him and two, if you have a donut he licks the sugar from you :D)

Ok. and as general rule...gorgeous does not always mean tangible looks. It could mean his heart, his penis, etc...

I'm in love with a fucking cartoon

SO HERE'S THE THING. I am about... Fangirl girl #4,552,300 of Metalocalypse. And like most fangirls of this show, I am in love with Toki Wartooth. Not to say that MY obsession (oh heavens no) is on the verge of becoming creepy, but ya know... I already went through my finding-animated-people-attractive thing. D: But seriously, wouldn't YOU want a cute boy with an accent who says "I love sausage festival!"? I BET YOU WOULD. And I'm watching the first season DVD endlessly like a freak, but it's the only thing I feel like watching lately. Also, the Blogger photo stuff is weird, so pictures above.

Super Sperm

Ok, so this term has been recently changed. Super sperm is no longer exclusively for women who have a tendency to knock other women up. Now, there are vampires who can knock female HUMANS up. :D Interesting discovery....

Lookie, I made a pretty picture!

I'm totally with Tash on the warning thing

It's so annoying. But uh, I got other things to discuss...

I just moved three days ago. The house is awesome, I got my own room, and the kitchen is nice. But honestly, I miss the fuck out of the old apartment. Even though I got no privacy and everything drove me crazy, and the dishwasher was broken as fuck, and stuff, I loved it. I lived there for seven years, and I found out who I was there. And I met my friends while living there. I had many fun nights staying up until 4AM in the living room watching Adult Swim, and it was a very cozy place. I almost regretted moving, since I also suggested it to my mom before we found out we could rent this place.

I'm being pathetic and staring at this picture I took of all the boxes laying around the old house, and honestly... That was when it was most comforting. I dunno, I listened to Soundgarden and Pink Floyd like crazy because it was reminding me of old times, and I knew that I wouldn't be there much longer and wanted it to be fun. But even then, I was starting to go through some emotional hell hole, and I still need to find a way to end it. I cried alot the first night we stayed here...

While I love my new room, I dunno if I'll be as happy here as I was over there.

Content Warning

Ok, this content warning thing...it's pissing me off. If I don't necessarily want to log in, I have to view this piece of shit every time I visit this page. Even if I visited 2 minutes ago and had to go check something before coming back.

Blogger does not allow you to stay logged in after you close the browser. "Remember Me" function only saves the email, and Blogger blocks the browser's option of saving both the login and the password.

I don't want to find something else because everything is set up here and we've got a couple months going already. I like that it's free here too, and it's quick to load. Just logging into MySpace is a hassle, especially at home (takes 5-10 minutes). Blogger is also through Google, so it's neat, and secure.

Finally, taking off that content warning could get us in trouble for slip ups and possibly the name - I dunno, but better safe than sorry.

Music, lemme say something

So here goes, I was talking to Mr. Lotsa Hair, and I told him about this dream I had one day that got me to listen to Hole again. Because in the dream, their song Pretty On the Inside was playing, and I could recognize it at that time, but didn't really remember which song it was. The next day I listened to the album and it was like... There it is. It has become my favorite Hole song, for a few reasons. I think having that dream made me have some sort of special connection to it. Liiiiike... Something TOLD me I should listen to it! Because why the hell else would it be playing? At that time, it'd been forever since I listened to that band. And now I wonder what the fuck was up with THAT, ya know. I LOVE COURTNEY TOO MUCH TO DO THAT TO HER. You know? Fan devotion. No, I don't care if she's a rail who has a bad weave, she is Courtney, she's not there for you to pick apart while you masturbate to Nicole Richie. USE YOUR HEADS. Not your penis ones, either. D:

And then around that time I mentioned Syd Barrett, because he wrote songs that were like damn fairy tales. And that's probably one way I attach myself to his music so damn hard, he had an imagination that makes me happy. Piper at the Gates of Dawn is basically a folklore book, but with sound. There's a song about a gnome, how is that not just fucking awesome? And this has been beaten to death by the rest of Pink Floyd, but Syd was like a kid. Tripping on LSD, yes, but still a kid. That may also be why his music is all simplistic and has so much happy in it. It all has happy feelings, in each song. Even if it's sad, because it was written by Syd. What I would do to just even look at that man in person.

I mean, even before I got Madcap... I cried over his death. And even months after it happened. The day I found out, I was too freaked out to feel anything. What do you feel when one of the members of your most beloved group dies? This surely isn't a Kurt situation either. Syd had just lived a quiet life for the rest of his years, and apparently his death was in his sleep, thank god. I hope he's with his father, I think that's what triggered him to become to far away from everyone. Not that directly, just something that grew, because I think he died when Syd was 15 or so. And now I'm going so off, I don't think anyone will read this.

JUST REMEMBER! Music is a lovely, lovely thing. And show some respect for people like Syd and Courtney who shoke the ground I stand on. :D

Dude I'm so sleepy

We've been shopping for ten fucking hours. I got some nice shirts and an awesome clock at Ross. At Ikea, I got a chair, night stand, and soon a bed (once it's not out of stock anymore). And theeeen... And THEEEEN. I dunno. I've been up for a while, it's taken me ten minutes to type this because I absolutely cannot pay attention. The keyboard looks like a nice pillow... Yes. Yes it is a nice pillow. Like the kind at Ikea. Hmmmmm.

Ooooooooow!!

uosfhoasfhaoiuhoiedoidshoidsggfsgfdg. I got my period, and this pain is ANNOYING AS FUCK. My stomach feels bloated as ever, I can't get rid of the gas, and my organs feel knotted up. I took a pain killer already but it's taking a while to work. So later I might go get some tea to see how that works. mdksAJAdhkjsfjkshkdsjffhkdsjhkdsj

I feel hoooorrible, gaiz

I went to my aunt's party today, and while it was fun and nothing happened to make me feel bad, I feel like an alien around my family. I can't speak Spanish, I have to akwardly hug everyone and a few people I don't know, the only person who I can hang out with and have fun around is my 9 year old cousin who let me play his DS. And it makes me feel like real shit, my older cousin doesn't have that problem, not even Ronnie has it. It's probably something I got from mom, since she feels the same way. I feel some weird need for them to think I'm normal, and I think they do, but it's not convincing. I kinda feel like I'm letting them down for being... Not-Cristy. It's dumb, I knooow. And then there's the moving that's adding stress to this, I DON'T KNOW HOW, and like... Tomorrow we might be going to a church we were invited to. As if I don't feel judged and stared at enough.

I wish Layne was still on the phone (he was on the verge of vomiting from a bad hamburger), I'm kinda about to cry fsvhkjdfsvhsdfvjsdffvbdfgdsf.

My Pita Chips

I have located my pita chips. My computer was keeping them hostage behind the monitor, and now they're incredibly stale. So well, yeah.

FEEL HOW GOOD IT FEELS TO FEEL!?

So I have something to ponder. Something fancy word something. I think I'm probably too self aware, or really just too into myself. It feels horrible, liiiike, you plan every move you make, you constantly look at yourself trying to hide the fact that you're probably very vain even though you preach the fight against judging yourself by your looks so the people around you will feel better about themselves, and most importently, you compare yourself to Daria, Omar Rodriquez, and John Frusciante. Therefor, being so self aware turns you into a completely different person, and then, you forget who you are in the first place. Making me confused as all hell, and really wishing this didn't make my brain hurt. But how would you stop something like this?

I should ask Tash, because dammit I'm not gonna be Omar or Daria any time soon and need to stop trying to pick up characteristics(wtf?). Also, I need to stop using "I". Using it too much will make you feel self centered, even more so than if you're Scott Weiland, which is kinda horrible.

ANSWER DAMN YOU

This place needs to get LAID. For real.

I'm gonna get Tash in here for an orgy, brb.

Things, things, things

1. Till is in fact, hot
2. OK SO IS DERO. (his name makes me think of Oreos)
3. Reesh has fabulous nails that I copy. <3
4. Paul is kinda fucking hot...
5. SO IS OLLI.
6. Sorry Flake. You look like Ronnie. D8
7. I WANT SEX WHY CAN'T I HAVE SEX WAAAAH WAAAAAAAAAH!!
8. Damn, someone needs to get me a vibrator.
9. ... Once I find my clit monster
10. I want biscuits.
11. I'll go get biscuits!
12. By the way guys, help Tash find her pita chips.

More Things I've noticed

1. I got the first 2 posts for June!!!
2. Dude...it's been exactly 2 years since I graduated High School :D.
3. Blueberries rule
4. Dero is hot
5. Till is hot
6. I need sex....badly...
7. Sex comes in August!.

Wow, It's like a first.

This is like the first time this month that I've triple posted....AND THE LAST POST WAS LIKE WEEKS AGO! Anywho...I'm missing a bag of pita chips so enjoy this piece of work.

OMG Vagino (Lol I Almost Typed Vagina)

The image explains everything

whe3eeeeeeee3eeeee3eee

Ok, the first 3 was accidental, but then I didn't feel like correcting it, so I made it seem on purpose. God I'm a slacker. I've slacked off all quarter. I'm probably going to fail at least one class. I think I need a daily planner. Even my iPod is a slacker. Fucker won't quit being corrupted (thanks to a stupid, slow ass, old Mac).

But OMG, I have a Nesquik Milkshake and chocolate milk. I also have Famous Amos cookies and some Archer Farms snack mix with white and dark chocolate and a touch of cayenne pepper. So yummy.

I'm so tired and for no reason. Well, except I had 7.5 hrs of sleep after a pretty active day. I had to clean the yogurt machines and then my boss suckered me into staying for an additional 3 hours to help stock the shelves. During this time I was originally supposed to go to my dad's house. I would have much preferred that over stocking. I didn't get home until 11:00pm. :p.

ANYway, I think I should head back to doing some sort of school work. I just needed this break, even though my brain still is functioning more than I want it to.

I had a fabulous day (FABULOUS)

First of all; the fabulous dress from Target!

MOVING ON: Kso, I got Rosenrot by Rammstein, it's fabulous. Then me and mom read up on our astrological signs, it was fabulous. Then we went and ate at Panera Bread, it was FIERCE AS HELL. I reccomend the turkey artichoke. Then we went to Target, fabulousness. I got that dress AND pants, that were on CLEARENCE GAIZ. They're awesome. And now I'm home, being fabulous. And tomorrow, we'll be going to the beach and a comic convention. All fabulous.

Also, phones. They too are fabulous, when talking to your best friends. <3

Dammit.

I need to have AJ and Rachel online at the same time. Unfortunately, I think I have to wait another hour or so. I wanna spill the beans about what's been happening in the last couple days here, but I don't want to until I talk to Rachel. I'd also like to talk to Layne, again...but go figure.

So for now, I must continue trying to get a project done for this class...<_< whoops.:D

Till Lindemann, I'd do him (and I did)

I had the best dream EVAR. Lemme tell you all!

So I keep going back and forth to my aunt's old room and my folks's room, but I'm with... Raaaaammstein. And we hang out alot, I dunno what in the hell we were doing, but when we were in my aunt's room, I guess... There was something with dolls? And death? I dunno, I vaguely remember. And then we were in my parent's room, at night, and there were fucking PYGMIES and BIRDS on the porch. Don't ask me, please. BUT! ... Me and Till and Richard and Paul slept in the bed together. >_> Dunno why. But then me and Till did the nasty while Rich and Paul snoozed. And then I fucking woke up! D:<

WHY GOD WHYYYY BHJRSBGDGVIUDFDF. Wha.

Also, there were a bunch of books laying around, they all belonged to someone and had the names of people that the book's owner loved the most. Weeeeird.

And that was my day. I NEED A VIBRATOR, DAMMIT!

kdzhvjksdbvkdjdjkfbgdfbgf (I lack any source of penis, yay)

WHY IS MASTURBATING SO HARD!? <_< Seriously, I would like to know what goes on with my own vagina, it's complicated as fuck. You ladies sure know a thing or two.

THESE PICTURES OF ROBERT DOWNEY JR. DON'T HELP. D:

But, I gotta go to bed. Yeah. I'll complain to Tash later, good night.

Rachel

I love this girl. She's totally my sister. I come on here to read what she writes and I'm like fist pumping and laughing my ass off while I try to hold in my coughing. This is a fabulous way to start off a day. Honestly. Ok, I have to go to work now, but I'll be back later to finish either this thought or a new thought that pops into my head like...why do people hate Chris McCandless so much?...<_< yeah...

Robert Downey Jr., let's talk about him

Then have a giant circle jerk because even mentioning him makes my girly parts happy. I'm totally late on the "OMFG HE'S HOT" train because I'm not a married woman in my 30's who saw him in whatever movies he was in, but I saw Iron Man a few weeks ago and thought, "Wow, I'd really like to fuck him." I have such manners.


Kso, as Tash tries to kill me for basically making this place my online diary, here is some manly sweatly hottness of manly. Enjoy. 8D

I'm on the verge of a breakdown, so listen

My best friend is going off to the army in like, seven days. SEVEN FUCKING DAYS. And you know what happens? His computer breaks, so he's only able to log on to AIM on a friend's phone, and said phone sucks. But that's not the problem or reason (completely) as to why I'm about to rip my guts out.

I've been talking to him for two years. And in those two years, I met someone who changed my point of view to most things. A person who actually liked talking to me when I have problems. <.< Someone who tolerated me enough to actually call me their sister (when in the fuck does that happen? In my life, at least?). A person who introduced me to No Doubt and Sublime! A person who I call, a silly bitch, skank, man whore, near homosexual, short person, funny grungey, and most importently, my best friend and brother. QUE THE VIOLINS.

Ok ok, I'm very sappy. Extremely, I GOT IT FROM HIM GUYS. But when you're constantly talking to someone for a few years straight, telling them things you normally would never tell your own family, shit like this is gonna be hard. Especially since he'll be gone and come back when I'm 18. I'M 14. And then I have these questions I ask myself. Like, is he gonna change? Is he gonna forget us when he comes back, and never log in to tell us about shit that happened, or even care to see us? Will he turn into a grade A hillbilly who's racist? D:

I HOOOPE he reads this stuff, so he can answer my questions. Alas, he only has a phone to use. But when he logs in, I'll ask him... But I wanna talk to him really badly. I didn't really get to tonight, because all he had to talk about was almost getting arrested. And honestly... That would be slightly better than not seeing him for four years. <_<

Plus, we can't contact him when he's gone. He'll only be able to send letters, and since his computer went plop, HOW WILL HE KNOW MY ADDRESS!? I'll tell him tomorrow dsjbcsjdsjkcbnsksd.

BUT WHAT I AM TRYING TO SAY; I'm going to miss him like a motherfucker, and will cry everytime I listen to Pearl Jam, because he reminds me of Eddie Vedder. <_< AND I will miss talking to him, AND I'll have no one to go to when I have problems, AND I'm being selfish, AND I will cry into my pillow everynight because I'm a mellodramatic freak. UGH I MISS HIM ALREADY.

Night, it;s 3AM. D8

Feminism, and why we aren't trying to kill off men (seriously, fucking stop with that shit)

Lemme explain something here; I am a Hole loving, enviornmentally causious, animal activist-y, women's right's fight-y, not-afraid-to-use-the-term-feminist person. You know why? The term feminist has been so raped up the ass, no one even knows what it meant it the first place and why it's importent. Because chicks didn't always have the right to go out wearing pants, saying what they felt, vote, divorce abusive husbands, have a say in how their lives would be. And this was only about 50 years ago. Then the wonderful 60's came, and us girlies wanted to be able to wear skirts that came up above the knees and have the right to not have to wear bras because the world somehow see's our bodies as offensive.

Listen, my body is not something you can tell me to cover up if I don't want to. Tits and ass, I have them. Accept it you damn crazies. <_> My vagina isn't going away, my boobs aren't gonna somehow always be covered for your protection from whatever the fuck, my ass is gonna be big and I will not change a THING to please any of you, just because it scares you. The hell.

Even in an age when people think that sexism, racism, and homophobia is basically gone... That's completely wrong. Chicks are still expected to be nice, quiet and not loud and to be a "respectful" girlfriend/wife that way. The blacks and Hispanics are accused of many crimes (I can't say that alot of the time it isn't true, though, just saying), and being bad people just for their backrounds. The gays and lesbians are still protested against by crazy radical reilgious folk who can't seem to understand that there are people on this earth other than wholesome white middle class families with blonde hair and blue eyes. The earth is still down the shitter, you see. But you knew that.

So where am I going with this? Everyone's ignoring this stuff because they think that, since it's not 1950 anymore, that there's no issues with being a chick anymore. Not a damn thing, ya'll!

WRONG MOTHERFUCKER! It may be just tid bits here and there that I'm pointing out, but here goes; Is it fair when a girl is raped, that she gets told that she was "asking for it" when she might've been wearing some skanky clothes? A women should be damn well be allowed to wear whatever the HELL she wants without having to worry about such crap. Is it right when a women isn't taken seriously because she has a vagina, or a big rack? Especially in corporate America. AND on the same issue, you'd be expected to color your hair, wear it pin straight, not look "too ethnic" and just normal enough for those good ol' hillbillies to not be afraid of you. I'm reading too much Jezebel, I know, but as I said: TIDBITS. Moving on, is it fair that a women gets called a whore/slut/skank/bitch because she likes sex and men, while when guys sleep with tons of women, they get high fives? The fuck is with that? If a chick wants to stick someone's dick inside her as much as a frat boy does with chicks, then she has every damn right to do whomever she wants without being called names.

But you know, women are expected to be pure lovely virgins until marriage, pop out tons of babies, be a stay at home mom and make dinner every night at 8PM and put the babies to bed. Yes, I am angry. Thank you for noticing.

Not to say that guys don't have issues with being born with a dick, but... Seriously. Go look at any middle eastern/Asian country, Latin America. You know what would happen if you were in any of those countries and expressed your thoughts on this stuff? Well, in the middle east, you'd be stoned to death. In Latin America, you'd probably get called names and assulted, I honestly don't know. In Asia, not too sure either. They'd probably just be weirded out.

But focusing on the middle east; WOMEN ARE COVERED IN HEAD TO TOE ROBES. I even saw a photo of a women and her husband swimming, and she was still in those clothes. The only thing you can see is her eyes. It's so frustrating, at least for me. We have all this sexism here still, but over there? Forget about it, FORGET IT. It infuriates the fuck outta me.

But you know whaaaat? People would rather just ignore it, because things like this are just too much for them to think about. Besides, you're in America, fuck the rest of the world, fuck other people, fuck anyone who isn't you, and fuck causes that need attention. Dude, in America, we may have problems, but we can complain about them and not do a damn thing to help! AWESOME, RIGHT!? HAR HAR HAR H-*shot*

I hate people. Reeeally, I do, minus a few. I want to help, and at the same time, I WANT TO SMACK YOU ALL. Kind of like an angry mother. But then again, I'm only 14, what the hell am I doing expressing my feelings? They're all gonna change when I'm older anyway, right? >_> Pffft.

I'm done. It's 1:40AM, dammit. And tomorrow's mother's day, gotta make egg's benedict for my mom. Night!

My Sicilian side, (part two of self discovery lawl)

And that's all you need to know. Also, we got great desserts and are awesome motherfuckers.

This new layout is fabulous

Really. Also, I've been awake since 6AM and being up before 12PM is really nice. WATER COLORS, oh yes. And yawning. jedshbsjkfbskd I got tutoring today, so I'm sure to screw up and start doodling stick figures killing eachother all over my paper while our teacher gives us a O_O face. I dunno. He's never done that, I don't think. Also, totally forgot what I was gonna get today, so I gotta remember. Someone needs to shrink, dig into my head, and manage the brain like an office. I would surely have a better memory that way. And not make so many typos.

SO ONE DAY YOU'RE LIKE, I want a cup of coffee. And what happens? That shit is cold. IT IS COLD. Like Lindsay Lohan's vagina, except the opposite. You understand? That shit is tainted. Both of those things, not just her infected vagina. Lemme add Spencer Pratt's existence to that, too.

And like. My nails need trimming, SOMEONE ELSE SHOULD DO THAT FOR ME, there's alot of yawning. And it is as cold as Lindsay's vagina in here, yeesh. It's May. In Florida. MY GOD, but then again, our AC tends to make every day feel like January in Norway. Imagine how much crap the Nordies have to wear to go out. ALOT OF SHIT. Like eskimos. Except Nordies are Viking folk, so they have manliness and raep to keep them warm all year 'round. That's not an easy thing to achive, obviously. And this was liiiiike... Many years ago. Now? Bitches wear sweaters, duh.

And now... I'm sleepy. Fuck. Leave me alone!

Ok, I'm sick

Last night I passed out on the couch (almost typed counch) after dinner while I watched a History Channel DVD on the dark ages. and well, I woke up with a sore throat. So of course, I woke up with a sore throat this morning, except it got worse. Now I have nasal congestion and a strange pressure in my ears and a very painful headache along with that sore throat. So I took a trip to Target to get $15 in cold supplies: Halls Vitamin C Defense, Chloraseptic (God, I swear), and Listerine (to kill those germs). I also bought some vitamin water with 250% vitamin c, Into the Wild (the book, for my English class), and some baby clothes for my sister because the front one has a cow with words under it that say "moo". Along with that 250% vitamin c from vitamin water, I also had a water bottle filled with 3 packets of that emergen-c and water. So I'm taking to fighting this cold similar to how America took to fighting Japan in World War 2.

I have to comment on my desire to use proper grammar on this blog. I consider this blog more formal than forums/message boards, GaySpace (sometimes) and definitely MSN/AIM, so I've been trying immensely more to capitalize my sentences and I's, as well as trying to have correct verb agreement and all that other good stuff. I'm sure I've slipped up somewhere, but that's how things go. Nobody's perfect. I've also been listening to Anne Rice's vampire novels on my car stereo, and most of the time the voices of the vampires is in an older tongue and uses more proper forms of English, so now I'm trying to place English in a more proper form. Although, I think I originally started doing this when I started taking German in High School. Learning the grammatical structure of German has helped me understand the English language more, and now I try to use more of the (what should be needed) helping verbs. Ones that are sort of "hidden" in the German language, but if you translate the German literally into English, they appear. Ok, that was a lot of explaining that didn't necessarily have to take place, but oh well, it did. I like explaining. I love languages, and learning their patterns is exciting for me. Recently I've been trying to learn Classical Latin, which is similar, yet different from English. Seems like English is an even concoction of Latin and Germanic languages. A lot of English's pronunciations seem to come from Germanic languages, even about half of our words come from the Germanic languages. But if one goes back even further, a lot of Germanic words come from Latin words, although you still have those Proto-Germanic words that do not. It's fascinating, I promise.

Like I've been proposing to myself that Russian is derivative of Greek, just by looking at the similarities in their alphabet. And it makes sense: Where did the Greek fugitives from the Roman conquering go? North? Perhaps...Ok I can be done for now, but beware, I enjoy this stuff too much :).

Syd Barrett, and why he fucking matters

Ok, other than John Frusciante, David Bowie, and those two hot skanks from the Mars Volta, no one really seems to give a hell about Syd Barrett (well, there's basically a cult of fans, including me). Everyone dismisses him because he was only on one Pink Floyd album and, of course, never listened to his solo stuff. You know why? Lazy hoes, they are. You know why I started listening to him? I found his album The Madcap Laughs at DISNEY. Yes, DISNEY. At the Virgin Megastore, albeit. But still. Yes, I somehow stumbled upon it, amazed that they still even printed copies of it. When I got home, I listened to it, and holy shit God was having an awesome, wonderful, delightful day when Syd was basically forced into Abbey Road to make that album. He may have gone fucking bonkers, but it doesn't mean he isn't relevent. While you're all listening to Soulja Boy and Simple Plan, this man is dead without recognition because "oh lol he went crazy n left da band LOL HE GOT FAT". You stupid, stupid fucking asses.

This generation could learn aloooot from him. Listen to his first album, most of it was just him singing and playing acoustic guitar. None of this digital bullshit (and when I mean digital, I don't mean awesome crazy shit being added like with the Volta, I mean having your voice edited to be in pitch. EW UGHUGUGHUGUHUJFHVBKDFBHV KJFDG). His lyrics, as they were weird, were brilliant. I don't even know what most of his songs meant, but they came from SOMETHING, and SOMEONE, and that someone was him, not a fucking payed songwritier. I HATE that shit so fucking MUCH. He actually had creativity, which is something terribly lost these days, if I'm not mistaken. Because, you know, all the shitty bands with nothing to say always get public attention while all the good bands get pushed under the record company's asses. Because you know whaaaat? Even all the bands I love, nearly all of them, had a look to go along with the era. That's why Nirvana, Hole, Alice in Chains, Pearl Jam, and so on, got record deals. But even bands who wore their flannels and ripped pants didn't get deals because the companys sucked the hell out of the bands that were bringing in the money. And if you're getting millions from one band, why go and use the effort to find more bands when you're whoring a few out already?

Syd wasn't whored out, not that it has anything to do with it. I forgot where I was going with this... LYRICS! Yes, Syd was naturally good at writing. Not everyone is, but don't pay someone else to feel for you. That's silly. This is why idiots like Avril Lavigne are popular. Did you really want her to get popular? Don't think so. She was cute before she started claiming to be this generation's Sid Vicious. Because, you know, Sid never sang and played bass. DUH. Stupid poser.

Also, you know, Syd wrote Arnold Layne. It's about a man who loves cross dressing. That alone should make him relevent to this era. I mean, the drag queens would love that, even if it's not disco electronic super pop. Now I wanna go watch that Wesley Snipes movie.

ANY. WAY. I think the drag queens were uncalled for, but... They should be mentioned. <3 them. Ok so, Syd, yes, the gays would love that shit if it were remixed and I'd have a reason to learn how to dance.

BUT LEMME TELL YOU SOMETHING! Gayed up or not, Syd was a genius, did music for himself, never payed song writers to help him out and was on his own. We need more people like him, minus the LSD addicition and crazy guitar de-tuning at live shows. Because... That never did him good. I miss him. And so should the rest of you.

Bye now!

Ok, it's time to be pissed off about myspace...

Ok, wtf, MySpace, if you can't get that problem with Firefox claiming that there is a script error and is unable to log into your system in less than 5 minutes, then you've got some problems. Internet Explorer can, Opera can, I'm willing to bet that Safari can. Need I go on?

It's not that myspace is that important, but I go there when I'm bored, and when I get pissed off, I come here to rant :D. and Slash at those things I hate...Like Internet Explorer...<_<

I want some wine

Yes, it's true. I have the urge to have some of the refreshing stuff made from red grapes :). I've been liking to mix it with grape juice. lol. next step is like the greeks, with water. i can drink it straight up but it's more refreshing when it's mixed :D.

Green hair, I has it (and you dooooon't!)

Muhahahaha! I also got some streaks in my bangs. It's fierce and all that gay shit.

Yes, Origins

I totally agree with Rachel on that. It is very important to know and be proud of your origins. I'm a fanatic when it comes to learning stuff about my ancestral countries: France and Germany (technically England as well, but that's because of my biological father who was in jail when I was born...). My name is Russian (Natasha/Наташа) so I also have desires to learn about Russian culture and history which was so similar to European culture with the Tzars, but it was still a whole nother world. Especially now with all their secrecy after the terrible reign of Stalin.

See, I like Hitler more than Stalin (but not for the Jew thing, that was completely fucked). But Hitler brought Germany out of economic depression. You know, think about that American depression and make it two times worse...That's Germany's depression (and how we punished them for World War 1, just begged for Germany to over power half of Europe). The entire reason Hitler got to power was a combination of that economic depression (which I suppose was in turn caused by the aftermath of WW1). And another thing about the Jew deal, half of me thinks that Hitler didn't really "hate" the Jews, but he used the public's feelings towards the Jews for leverage (makes sense doesn't it?).

But alas, there is more to Germany. Wie sprechen Deutsch. Deutche ist fatastisch. Es ist meinen zweite Sprach, und jetzt Latein ist meinen Dritte. Anywho, back to English. As you can see, I need help with German even still. My vocabulary list is very small in comparison to what I would actually need. Germany is beautiful as well. I was there in the summer of 2006, after I graduated high school, and all the landscapes and scenery were fabulous. I absolutely love castles, and I would live in one if I could. I also got to go to Switzerland and I think I found the place that I wish to be my final destination in this world: Vitznau. The town is completely surrounded by mountains, and the easiest way to get from Vitznau to a larger city, is by boat across the brilliantly blue lake.

I need to take Rachel here. I think she would love it. I totally can't wait until both of us have more money and the ability to travel together. I would absolutely love sharing a trip somewhere with Rachel.

And alas, it is time for me to watch a video about Ancient Egypt. It should be fabulous. I'll spout my mouth off again.

I Have a Creation

CABRONA!! (My journey to learning about my heritage, part one of whatever)

As some know, I'm Cuban and Sicillian. I'm obseeeeessed with learning about where I come from and knowing more about myself, because I'm extremely selfish and into myself way too much. That never stops me! No sir. This will just be little doodles about tid bits of things that I learn about my backrounds. And it begiiiins.

Last night, I spent like a billion hours listening to Ibrahim Ferrer while looking up stuff on Celia Cruz and Jose Marti. It doesn't seem like much, especially getting all the info off Wiki, but I barely knew anyone or anything that had to do with that part of my heritage in the first place. The Cuban side of my family is very... Distant from us. They mean well, but they just aren't there. I would love to be able to hear stories from my grandparents about Cuba, alas grandma doesn't know English. But my grandpa does, but I dunno how I can learn anything from them about how the island's like. I wanna know the history, leaders, wars, political stuff, all that. I guess the next time I'm at their house, I'll ask. Grandma has many books about Cuba, but they're all in Spanish, and alas, I only know English... Which makes me sad. I hate not being able to curse people out in spic rage while singing old salsa tunes to myself. There are these rare times when I used to see my grandma cleaning around the house, singing to herself. They were brief and short, but were nice. My granda misses being in Cuba, but I also feel like she's angry. Totally, her sister died there a few years ago, and many months passed before she knew. She's been in America with my grandpa for a little over 40 years, and there are many relatives I don't even know of, and hell, there's people here in the family who I don't know (even less than the people I've seen since I was a baby).

And then, while my grandparents are a great knowledge of their lovely homeland, I guess the second/third generation really isn't into it as I am now. Or maybe I think that because I don't know them very much... The second generation, my mom and her sisters, they were raised old school Latins. They all know fluent Spanish AND English (homg no wai!?), pretty aware of their upbringing as crazy spics. Third generation, me, brother, and my cousins, we know of our backrounds, but we don't know much. We all speak a little bit of broken Spanish. Even though I, and I myself, get picked on for not knowing much. Seriously, it's like favoritism or some shit, they never pick on my older cousin and she speaks as gringo as I do! It pisses me off. ANYWAY. Now that I'm aware of how lost our generation is, and I mean the general teenage population, I need to give you all a giant bitch-slap. READ HISTORY BOOKS, yeeeeeesh. I don't even know much history on ANYTHING other than music, but really. You all disappoint me. Which is why I was born, to bitch slap you all into USING YOUR FUCKING BRAINS. Or at least I mean that much in my own brain.

Ok, ON TO WHY THIS IS ALL A BIG DEAL TO ME. I'll be honest, it's because I started listening to the Mars Volta. A spic band, yes. Wiki them! Omar Rodriguez is from Puerto Rico, and in many interveiws he talks about how it's like to be an akward Hispanic kid. Which, makes me feel good to know I'm not alone. And that's pretty bad, I live in fucking south Florida. He has much more knowledge of Latin shit than I've ever even heard from my family. He talks about how music is the thing that drives our cultures, so and so. I wish I knew that, my family surely didn't get that. The grandparents like old Latin music, yes. But I rarely hear it coming out of their house, or from anyone else in the family. It makes me sad, honestly. I don't have that tight-knit spic family that every other kid has. I love them all, I try as hard as I can to get them to sorta understand me and why I do things that they find weird, but it doesn't... Wooork. They love me very much, but they don't show it. And with what my grandma has dealt with, I'm not gonna blame her, for some reason. The rest can do a HELL of a better job making it look like they give one shit, though (minus all the elders, of course. They get a free pass for being awesome).

AND SO, as Omar has taught me, being in touch with where you come from is importent. And it really is, I'm learning about myself, my family, everything around me. I'm still very naive, but I'm at least trying. Tryyyyyyying, something not many people do. Latins kids here these days don't know how to speak Spanish, or care who Jose Marti is. They're givin a bullshit image of what it's like to be Latin by Pitbull and Jennifer Lopez, both of whom I dislike. Highly. And they're all into this whole ghetto shit, thinking that coming from Hialeah means that they're special. I was born in Hialeah, it's not a fucking ghetto. At least it wasn't when I was little. It was dirty, but there wasn't this whole tribe of kids in baggy shorts and jerseys who though they were Scarface. THIS IS WHY MIAMI IS WONDERFUL, ugh. These kids don't know their culture, or how much it meant back then. You know, when people were fighting for something importent, for something that needed change. These days, everyone is concered about stupid shit. Must I go on about my tree hugger ways again? DO I HAVE TO CONVERT YOU TO REUSABLE SHOPPING BAGS!? Uh... Ok.

Bottom line: I am Cuban, and am fucking proud. I will learn how to speak Spanish, will learn about the island's history, get as much info as I can from my grandparents at any chance I get, learn the music, and most importently, try to get my family to pay attention to what I have to say instead of brushing me off like I'm nothing. I want to show that I give a shit.

Next time, my Sicillian roots will be discussed! Oh, and it will be LOOOOONG.

Well, uh, Hi and Stuff

Alrighty, it is about 11pm and i should have been sleeping an hour ago. oh well, since when do I do what I'm supposed to? Haha, never. I follow my own rules of existence and pick up and form my own philosophy by learning about the ancient religions. You know, Ancient Egypt with Isis, Ra, Osiris, all those folks; Greek/Roman with Juno, Jupiter, Mars...and all those folkies. I'm very interested in the oldest things. I've recently got a glimpse into the Tibetan Book of the Dead. Very intriguing.

Hehe, lines up with me wanting to know the oldest of languages too. If I could, I'd learn the ancient Egyptian spoken word...but as we all know, that will never happen :'(. Oh and I have to visit so many places before I die in my mountains...Vladivostok, Rome, Berlin, Paris, Moscow, Vienna, Cairo, Milan, and other cities that I have yet to learn of.

But alas, it's time for me to sleep. I get to clean a yogurt machine tomorrow morning (1.5 hr job, that I get 3 hrs to do). Cya folks tomorrow (You can tell I'm from Minnesota now, can't you?)

Наташа

HAPPY 420!

Duuuuuude. Yay. Have a good day, everyone. 8D

My frustration with sweatshops, cheap clothing, and the guilt of it all

So it's 5AM, and I have spent about three hours reading up on sweatshops and those faaaabulous Louis Vittoun knock offs my aunt has been buying since the beginning of time. I know almost everything we buy is made in China, Cambodia, India, EVERY FUCKING THIRD WORLD COUNTRY. But you know what? I think it has to stop. Yeeeeeeah. Although that really is impossible, at least people should look into these things and not support it.

Everytime I wanna buy a piece of clothing, I feel like I'm making some child's life in China worse or something. And ya know why? Because I am. Because everyone is, because for some reason we can't make our own damn clothes. Hell, even the designer stuff isn't completely made in Europe by tailors.

And honestly, I barely know anything about this subject. But it's been on my mind alot lately, I'm trying to figure out what I can do to help and what choices I have. I wanna learn to sew to make my own clothes, I wanna find small shops that make their clothes in America, I wanna find ways to help... I dunno how. It makes me feel hopeless, guilty, like I'm walking in a giant puddle of filth that the world has made for itself, and will not fix. In other words, happy 420 everyone, I'm a giant fucking hippie who everyone's gonna laugh at because I don't like buying stuff from China that's being made by childern who shouldn't be making our fucking clothes, DO YOU HEAR ME!?

... I feel alone on this issue. My dad already tells me "But everything's made in China, who cares?" I think if we had the choice, none of what we use would be made in those countries, especially not by people in dangerous conditions, who die from over working. It's kinda like how everyone shops are Wal-Mart, just because. Or how people use plastic bags when they go shopping because "I don't wanna be the weirdo with the tree hugger bags!"

Uuuuuuuuuuuuugh. Listen, motherfuckers. These days, no one is buying shit, the economy, as everyone knows, is getting ass raped, and basically we're in a deep load of shit. But NO ONE FUCKING CAAAARES, right? Because you'd all rather watch what Paris Hilton is doing and wasting away your lives reading People magazine. And yes, I am seriously into this, to the point of looking like a fool because I'm sooooo into it, and like shit.

Everyone just thinks it's ok to live in the filth we made that should be fixed. Like, "Well, we can't do anything about it ahahahahahaaaaa", no bitch. You caaaaan, you CAAAAAAN!!!! Fuck.

Bottom line, get off your fucking asses and do something about it. It won't ever be completely fixed, of course, but we can do something to slow it down, possibly make changes so sweatshops actually become normal humane working places, and so people working in said factories can get good pay. See where I'm going with this? Loooovely, lovely.

So, now that I let that out, I'm gonna ask my mom to teach me how to sew... Once it's not 5AM anymore, of course. Nighty.

So I went to a feeestival

It was fun. We went with my dad's friend and his family, and OMFG I GOT SOFT SERVE ICE CREAM. Highlight of the trip. Then liiike, I had a corn cobb and then a shish k-bob of pork, and like shit. It was fun, a little weird, but yeeeeah.

And may I mention THE AMOUNT OF FUCKING HOT GUYS!? Yes. I will, in fact, mention it. Omgmyvaginawasalmosttoohappy.

AND THAT, my friends, is what I did today. Then we had to listen to my dad's drunken directions back home. D: And now, I'm gonna go liiiiike... Eat. Yeah. Night.

Jaco Pastorius IS AMAZING.

No, really. If anyone thinks otherwise, well uh, as a hippie, I say good for them. As a bitch, I say, YOUR TASTE IN MUSIC FUCKING SUCKS. Bring on the haterade, guys.

Fancy

WTF! Dude I just used the word "fancy" in a sentence to Rachel. I am not English. Not that it matters but I think I'm picking up too much of the English manner of speaking. I like it. It's more...trilling than American English. American is very grotesque. I love elegance.

I also propose that I learn Latin, Italian, French, Romanian and Russian. Possibly Greek, but that may be too many. :) We'll see where life takes me. I MUST see Vladivostok, Russia. I don't entirely know why, but I think it will be beautiful. I also have the desire to feel Russian penis. So this must happen BEFORE or in between relationships.

Man, I need to learn to trust and how to be social. I'm always so tired at the end of the day and have no motivation. I'd rather sleep most of the time. I think I'm frightened of something, but I don't know what. As far as dating, I pretend like this wall of trust (this is like that metal wall that the Doctor in that episode with the Slitheen trying to blow up Downing Street comes down and seals the room from attack) doesn't exist. It doesn't become active until I get into the relationship (usually the whore in me gets me into a relationship, it's really bad I know). I'm truly like this super shy chick who has this inner whore that's always screaming to get out. I rarely let it out. Twice this happened. I don't regret it, don't get me wrong. What's the point in regretting any experience, it's an experience and you learn from it. But yes, this is my problem. I hate it.

Ok I shall be done now.

Наташа (Natasha)

Time for me to complain about nothing.

OK. Hello assholes, it's Rach. I HAVE NOTHING TO TALK ABOUT, and at the same time, EVERYTHING to say.

So like, eating cinnamon donuts maaaaay not be the best thing to eat, but fuck it. Ronnie would've eaten them all if I hadn't took 2 for myself. AND I STILL GOT ANOTHER HALF TO EAT. Craaazy, right? I need some cranberry juice, fuck this! Plus I'm listening to some crazy bitch from the Mars Volta sing in Spanish, so now I got constant farting problems. Good song, though. PLUS, I'm wearing a hair clip, which is pretty rare of me. Anyway.

Soooo, you know how liiiike, sometimes when good things happen to your friends, you get sorta pissed because you want that certain thing to happen to yooooou? Yeah, that shit is RAGING. I hate it. I'm a horrible cunt, but it happens. Sometimes you just gotta look in the mirror and say, "No, I will NOT live in a van down by the river, I will live in a pretenious artsy fuck of an apartment, painting my walls purple and scribbling cartoons all over them, WHILE QUIETLY EATING RAMEN. Shrimp flavor, too. Fuck beef." You know? I've had many, MANY, moments like that. In fact, they happens almost everyday, because suburban boredom is hard. You know? You knooooow? It really is. Because honestly, THIS IS AN APARTMENT COMPLEX, there's nothing to do. No front yard, only a parking lot with spics who can't drive. Yes, I'm a spic myself, don't get up in arms.

And the backyard is a nice lake, but my parents think that pedobear is gonna snatch me if I walk out there by myself, so blah. But dude, if I had my own rooooom, I'd have 10x more fun than I do now. I can haz privacy? No? Damn.

I still got a 1/4th of this donut... Should I eat it? My ass is cooking up a raging storm of fudge, I'm not sure if I should. Mmmm, just took a bite. It's yummy. But my ass is like "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!". I DON'T CARE WHAT MY ASS THINKS. Unless it has diharrea, of course, then I have no choice. If diharrea was a choice, I'd like, ya know, not have it and stuff. But I don't get it often. I eat my fiber like a good girl! This house is ran by a bunch of raging hippies who use those re-usable grocery bags, I FUCKING SWEAR. It makes me feel importent or some shit, but even with the ego it gives me, everyone should use those. The landfills need a hug, guys.

Aaaaaaaand, I think I'm done for now. I'M GONNA GO SHIT AND DRINK SOYMILK. And then wish I had awesome hair like Omar Rodriguez. Seriously, that's the best afro I've ever seen.

Byyyyyye. *click*

PS: Finished that donut.

Possible How-To Projects and Important Links

How-To Projects...alright this is for class actually. My assignment is to come up with a how-to idea and illustrate/animate that through the use of Adobe Flash. Being a part of the Tin Foil Army, I have come up with several ideas based around that:

How to perform an act of Idiocy (once incorporated into the Tin Foil Army):

1. Get into your Uniform




• TFA Battle Jacket


• TFA Pants


• TFA Hat




2. Plan out your stunt


3. Get into position


4. Pounce!




• Be sure to be noticed


• Keep mental note of whatever goes down


5. Be sure your stunt is on purpose


• Performing a dumbass stunt may end in extermination


6. Write your report


7. Turn in you report to your superior for review


8. Celebrate with a pack of Fierce Sticks and Tin Foil Brew

Ok, I'll just list of the other options:

1. How to prepare for TFA Basic Training


2. How to get accepted into the Tin Foil Army

Ok, now for some links:

• RosettasKeys (myspace)


• The Hub Pub

Some Tin Foil Army Product Ideas

Fierce Sticks (yes...weed...(only if it was legal))
Cum flavored dolphin popsicles
Vagina Scented Oil
Vagino: the small dinosaur that crawls up there and cleans the clog

Yes hello again

This time, the one typing is Tash. Yes it's true, i've started a blog (wtf...first gayspace now this!) This blog will contain posts from me and my sister (no blood relation). so......Welcome to our world!

Like oh my goooosh, you guys

Hi hi. 8D WELCOME TO VAGINA CLOG. I'm Rachel, the second half of this fabulous place. And uh, I just signed in for the first time, so like, In dunno...

So yeah, I'm gonna go listen to the Mars Volta and stuff pizza down my throat while Tashy makes a fabulous layout. Byyyyye.

Hola-Guten Tag

Oh this is too fabulous. Fierce and Fabulous. wheee.