No time to think about what she's done

Why this country is so disgustingly obsessed with pedophilia will stay beyond my comprehension probably forever. It disturbs me.

I was refreshing my memory on the Michael Jackson molestation trials because people have been bringing it up so much. I don't really care what anyone's opinion on it is, but it's weird to read about all the media coverage and the way people talk about him sometimes with such venom. How about the father of the first alleged victim, I could imagine his talk with his son, "hey kid, if you could get some of that man's semen we'll all be millionaires!"


Pardon me for being skeptical of people who stand to gain mountains of cash from their lies. And the media, when have they ever been wrong?

Who cares if he touched on little boys? He made Thriller. He was the Gloved One. A great man died along with a nostalgic chunk of my childhood. I hope he jerked off newborns with that sequined glove to gain his musical power.


Fuck America's delicate sensibilities and bloodlust.

"If I am inhuman it is because my world has slopped over its human bounds, because to be human seems like a poor, sorry, miserable affair, limited by the senses, restricted by moralities and codes, defined by platitudes and isms." - Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer



He says that atheists are not fully human. Not like it's news to anyone, I mean they've been saying the same thing about the Jews for like 1500 years. Personally, I hope they live long enough to betray all of their true beliefs and destroy their own credibility. Nothing would better suit them than to be the instrument their undoing.

the people in this town have no sense of humor.
at least my boyfriend knows better than to take anything I say seriously.
sarcasm is totally lost on so many.
ugh, when I try to pick a fight with someone they think I'm being friendly and when I'm just talking about stupid bullshit somebody wants to fight about it.


where are all the people who "get" me?

Come to my birthday party! free food!

I got steaks and brats and shrimps to throw on the grill and enough potatos to feed an Irish family for a week. With all the fixins! For my veggie friends I will make meatless kabobs, so everyone is taken care of. So come over around 8 and eat, drink, and.. you know...

BYOB cause I've got a limited amount of booze and it will probably run out pretty quick. Also bring anything else you want cooked, or snacks, whatev.


and wtf... I am a quarter century old?


did I mention there will be free food?

i has a boyfriend.


he is Adam. and my last name starts with Eve. want some fruit?


he did the L-word to me. i think you know the one... <3 it is so good to hear it.






oh yeah, my new haircut makes me look like Mia Wallace.

The stress of moving and getting the house livable has been killing me, and Mike too. Finally everything is pretty much set up so we are ready for a party tomorrow!!! We have a really cool old house but the price is having two weeks straight of repairmen fixing basically everything that is capable of breaking, like the hot water, kitchen sink, bathroom sink, toilet, roof leaks, basement flooding, new furnace, the list goes on but it's all taken care of now. The attic is probably my favorite part. And now there is a bed in it for haunted sleepovers!

2226 E 12th place come over for dancin and drinkin games tomorrow night after 9



also Tropic Thunder was eeeeeepic


The house:



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The defining emotion for this season, looking back, I think will have been hope. For me and many others. For me, it's the infectious hope that invades us all when we see the face of the new "leader of the free world." That's where it starts. But it's also being on my own. It's my job to take care of my shit, and while the stress of it annoys, the total freedom of my responsibilities belonging only to me, only to be worried over by me, makes me have hope. I can make any change I want. I can take steps to fix things and nobody can stand in the way or bring me down. And if I do it, it's because I wanted it and I did it for myself, nobody made me do anything. I can try every different damn thing in the world if I should elect to. It's just me now, no one else to worry about.

I've been thinking about changing my major to journalism and going back to TCC. I want to do something that inspires me. Psychology just makes me look at everybody like a potentially volatile nutcase. Not that there aren't a bunch of those walking around. I want to focus more on communications. Video, art, and writing. I NEED a video camera and some good editing software. There goes $400.

Haley or someone got some suggestions for good video cameras?

It took us 6 hours to edit this because the computer kept crashing. KHAAAAN!!
These are our sledding videos for winter 2009.



You can download and view the entire video in full resolution here:

http://www.yourfilelink.com/get.php?fid=484139


PLZ WATCH IT AND COMMENT OK.

My favorite part is about 4 minutes in when the little girl walks up to the big creepy guy with a beard. It's only 5 minutes long. Just five minutes.

I'm proud of my country today. When I wake up tomorrow we will have a blackish president and a blacker first family. This is the first generation of black men who were educated in equal, integrated schools who are old enough to run for office. This was the last generation of men to see their parents abide voter segregation. And in exactly 40 years from the year Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. was killed, we elected our first black president. The glass ceiling appears to have no substance now. I have a lot of hope I didn't have for 8 years. The fact that the media keeps comparing Barack Obama to Kennedy and Lincoln is making me nervous.

Finally, something historically significant that is NOT a war is happening in my lifetime. Even if it's a small revolution, I'll take what I can get in this cesspool of complacency.

Adam came over this morning to snuggle which was totally sweet dude. Then Mike, Jerry, Yimmy, and I went to Chandler park and played hide and seek whilst rock climbing. When it got dark we gathered firewood and went to the fire pit where a couple of guys were burning small twigs and got a big fire going. When we left, we took a couple of torches because it was pitch black. We took pictures of each other playing with fire in the woods because we like to live dangerously. And I made steak and a baked potato for dinner when I got home. All in all a pretty good day.

A fancy camera doesn't make you an artist. Novice photogs should not be arguing over whose crappy pictures are slightly less crappy because none of you really know what you're doing. I have never known a painter that wouldn't stfu about their paintings, probably because it's real, hard work that took years of practice and came from a place deeper than simply wanting to impress people. If you're really taking it seriously then you should know enough about your craft to be humbled by what amazing talent is out there. And never forget that you're an amateur!

Mike and I tried to do a sexy photo shoot but it turned out kinda silly....





















And then Adam came over and we were like lol

It was so nice yesterday we went rock climbing.

on Married To The Sea, which is funny because the guy in the picture IS mike.

I got my liver checked out and they said the results were "great" and everything was within the healthy range. So I guess now they have to give me a breath test to rule out H. Pylori. However, that is what I'm hoping it is, because treatment is simple and effective.

I bought two movies from the $5 bin at Reasor's, two total gems of cinematography. A Knight's Tale, which I had not seen before last night, and I saved the best one for tonight and told Adam I had a surprise for him(he should be getting off work in a minute)...

If Obama really quits smoking, I admit I will be a little disappointed. If I've learned nothing else from my time on earth, it's that smoking makes you look cool. I guess whether he smokes or not, he'll still be pretty cool. But he needs to look cool to the rest of the world's leaders. Maybe he could roll up one pant leg or something.

all of these pics the last few days were taken by Mike Q my roommate btw

Kitty got her first registered military kill this morning. The mouse was so cute I almost felt bad for it. But gross, it's a mouse. Good kitty!

I don't think my snow white costume is gonna work out. My sewing machine is broked. :(

I guess I'll just dress up as a goth chick for Halloween like so many others. But that doesn't really count as a costume, does it.

At any rate, I'm going to get smashed and have a grand old time, hopefully hit a couple of parties before I settle down at Megan's.


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I hand sewed my skirt and it turned out perfectly! yayyyyyy I'm snow white! except... not..

Had to clip her weapons first.


















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