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Friday, May 20, 2005

So let me map out my weekend for anyone who gives a shit:

Saturday~ Instead of going to Alan's Music Center, I am watching my little brothers while their mother gets surgery for the 2nd time on her leg, from about 10:30-?. The first doctor screwed it up. Might end up taking them to the pool.

Sunday~ Soccer game. And, hopefully, if I can convince anyone to go with me, I will finally get to see Star Wars III. Also, I'll apply for a job and Vons.

Lost @ 7:10 PM

Sunday, May 15, 2005

Well I'm feeling weird, and emotions are all crazy at the moment. However, I have never understood certain lyrics in such an extent as today. We'll see what you can get from that.

"I sit all night, I sit still all night
I won't tell one soul, I won't tell one soul
I just can't get it straight you see and oh well that distraction inside of me, oh well
I'm gonna get up, I'll just admit it
I only get up for you"- Downtown.

"What do you do with the left over you
and how do you know, when to let go
where does the good go, where does the good go?
look me in the eye and tell me you don't find me attractive
look me in the heart and tell me you won't go
look me in the eye and promise no love's like our love
look me in the heart and un break broken, it won't happen"- Where does the good go?

"I won't take everything good and move it away
I know you're sad even though you say that you're not
I know you're scared even though you say that you're not"- I won't be left.

"You're out of my mind, out of my mind
out of my mind, out of my mind"- Walking with a Ghost.

"We didn't do it to be happy, so i can whine"- We didn't do it.

Anyway, I have been frustrated. About a good many things, and I have been distracting myself as best I can. I swear I am annoying my freshman friend to no end, but I think he's too nice to admit it. I'll leave him alone, Pops is done and all.

I guess I'm doing summer swim, which has nothing to do with my school. It's just something weird. And my birthday camping thing is close at hand. Don't know what else to say.

Lost @ 5:21 PM

Thursday, May 05, 2005

I better do this now before I just lose it. Geez, I have an AP Euro exam tomorrow too, and this will just eat away at me if I don't take care of it. Here goes:

So I write something on a message board about activism (women's rights), and I get this response from this idiotic chick who decides that she should share her crazy conspiracies with people.

"and all it takes is a bitch that goes against women in favour of men to make it all go backwards again!! but what would i know I'm a nutso!so before women come preaching womens rights and shit to me they should make sure they arent the perpetrators of worse harm.(specially kids)"

...What...a...fucking...moron. What a fucking moron. I mean, seriously, I wanted to tell her, "Yeah, yes, you're a nutso, a lunatic, a nutjob, a fucking convincing looney! You should be on the streets with signs about God talking to you you're that demented! Fuck off, and stop wasting my time and energy on figuring out why the hell you can even type full sentences with your 'bitches' and whatnot."

Instead, I type this:

"Because I have done such injustice to you by asking what happened between you and Robbie and choosing to believe him in his explanation than someone who wants to call me a bitch. I've seen your posts in some boards, and most of the time it is inconsiderate banter. Robbie just seems normal and polite, and if he did attack you I'm sorry, but it's not going to make a difference what I think of you or not. As for the preaching, it's history, look it up. I don't have to preach if it's already happened. Just because you're angry at me because of some vendetta you have with Robbie doesn't mean I'm against women's rights. Dear God. Anyone else have something they would like to share?"

Of course, she has to respond with this:

"yeah I'd like to share an atom bomb with you but i could put it to better use among other evildoers. And how do you get to feeling so superior when its evident that you're just another of his cyber buddies!!"

Now I'm at a loss for words, or truthfully put, at a loss for calm words that would make things better. She's fucking crazy, that's it. "Evildoers"?

What the hell? Who does this bitch think she is, deciding she wants to be all "evildoers" and point fingers when she's talking about fucking atom bombs! I should damn well feel superior after I see your posts, you go off on stupid things for no reason! Atom bomb? Come on, are you twelve? Go ahead and be pissed at me, but do it in a smarter matter, like -I don't know- write a rant and be done with it?

I swear, she's trying to create some fucking reason for others to hate me or something. I hope it backfires. Which it probably will, this girl is just insane.

Lost @ 8:06 PM