what is there to fucking do
i hate myself so fucking much
i mess this up, there's nothing i can do
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Sunday, March 15, 2009
doing one's thang :D
eating a slice of pizza, uploading my first singage/peter playing guitarage video to youtube (hopefully people aren't too mean, i know it isn't that great!), feeling mucho mejor compared to last night (fuck, not doing that again anytime, ever). i had a really good day with peter.
he really is this fucking incredible guy. he makes me laugh so much. hell, he mooned me when we were riding bikes today. who does that?! it was almost charming (almost being the operative word). when he holds me it feels SO right. like there isn't a single thing in the world that could go wrong because i'm with him. i feel safe, i feel wonderful, i feel for the very first time in a long time that every little piece has fallen into place. of course, not without obstacles, but they've fallen into place nonetheless. i am so, so, so, so happy.
how in the gosh durn heck did i score someone like him??! he's so great! he respects me and treats me right and makes me giggle and i absolutely love it when he gets worked up about something, anything... he scares the shit out of me when we're driving sometimes because he'll take his hands off the wheel and proceed to drive with his knees. and somehow, it's okay with me because it's him.
there isn't a soul in the world that makes me feel the way that he does. <3
he really is this fucking incredible guy. he makes me laugh so much. hell, he mooned me when we were riding bikes today. who does that?! it was almost charming (almost being the operative word). when he holds me it feels SO right. like there isn't a single thing in the world that could go wrong because i'm with him. i feel safe, i feel wonderful, i feel for the very first time in a long time that every little piece has fallen into place. of course, not without obstacles, but they've fallen into place nonetheless. i am so, so, so, so happy.
how in the gosh durn heck did i score someone like him??! he's so great! he respects me and treats me right and makes me giggle and i absolutely love it when he gets worked up about something, anything... he scares the shit out of me when we're driving sometimes because he'll take his hands off the wheel and proceed to drive with his knees. and somehow, it's okay with me because it's him.
there isn't a soul in the world that makes me feel the way that he does. <3
Friday, March 13, 2009
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Cold Girl Fever
I am completely and utterly beat. My eyelids feel heavy, and when I blink my eyes feel more at home---because they're closed. Thing is, I still have this ridiculous DNA doodling homework. Or something (it makes ZERO sense to me), and some math... and regardless of how I feel right now (and I feel as if my body cannot function) I know for sure that I'm not going to fall asleep at a decent hour. I know how it goes: I'll sit here doing nothing for another hour. I'll take a shower. I'll sit here some more. I might touch my homework (or I might just do nothing for a while longer and do my homework tomorrow morning at school). I may sit by the phone, wishing for a phone call. But I can't expect it. I can't expect anything much; but I can be sure that come tomorrow, I will be paralyzed with exhaustion. And it sucks. Major ass.
I have such bad habits. I need to break them.
Oh my goooooooooooooodneeeessssssssss I need sleep!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
hopefully I'll actually do something about it this time?
I have such bad habits. I need to break them.
Oh my goooooooooooooodneeeessssssssss I need sleep!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
hopefully I'll actually do something about it this time?
Monday, March 2, 2009
mistaken for strangers
oh you wouldn't want an angel watching over
surprise, surprise they wouldn't wanna watch
another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults
surprise, surprise they wouldn't wanna watch
another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults
Thursday, February 19, 2009
I think you're all chimpanzees.
The cartoon can be found here: http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/nationworld/chi-talk-new-york-post-cartoonfeb19,0,3058822.story
So, here's the deal: The New York Post published a political cartoon depicting two police officers shooting a chimpanzee dead, alluding to the chimpanzee-ripping-off-face business from this week. Upon this sight, one of the officers says, "They'll have to find someone else to write the next stimulus bill."
Of course, many people, especially folks like Reverend Al Sharpton, are denouncing the comic, calling it a blatantly racist attack on President Barack Obama. There are some who are even going as far as boycotting the Post for publishing what they view as a travesty.
Do you remember this thing called the First Amendment? I'm pretty sure it mentioned this right to free speech and freedom of the press. Or something like that. I can't be sure, because I'm afraid this definition has lost its potency throughout the years, considering how easily offended folks are these days. So the artist who doodled this for the Post is perfectly in his rights to, well, doodle as he fancies, regardless of however distasteful his doodle might be.
This First Amendment thing also promises the right to petition or assemble as a group for a cause, and frankly, those driven mad by the measly cartoon are also in their rights to complain until the cows come home.
Too bad these protestors (black and white, by the way, before I get blasted for this one, too) are coming off as self righteous opportunists looking for a reason to lash out against an artist who might very well not have had any racial motivation to begin with.
Too bad these protestors aren't demonstrating against something that actually matters a little bit more than a cartoon.
Too bad these protestors aren't realizing that you don't fight racism by shutting down a cartoonist and boycotting a newspaper. You fight intolerance by being a better person yourself, to other people. You won't change minds by getting an artist fired (which, as of yet, hasn't happened and I am HAPPY that it hasn't).
Yes, the cartoon may or may not be symbolic of a struggle that is hundreds of years old, but come on. CHOOSE YOUR BATTLES. Waste your energy over something else, something truly worth believing in, or fighting for.
George Dubya, the genius that he is, has been drawn COUNTLESS TIMES as a chimp. And why? Because he actually looks like one. No outrage here.
Condi Baby has been drawn as Aunt Jemima, the freaking syrup woman, as well. No outrage here, either.
But at least this controversial cartoon has gotten people talking.
The funny thing is, the more people bitch about the chimp comic, the more people see it.
So kudos for getting something you despise so much attention.
Ciao.
So, here's the deal: The New York Post published a political cartoon depicting two police officers shooting a chimpanzee dead, alluding to the chimpanzee-ripping-off-face business from this week. Upon this sight, one of the officers says, "They'll have to find someone else to write the next stimulus bill."
Of course, many people, especially folks like Reverend Al Sharpton, are denouncing the comic, calling it a blatantly racist attack on President Barack Obama. There are some who are even going as far as boycotting the Post for publishing what they view as a travesty.
Do you remember this thing called the First Amendment? I'm pretty sure it mentioned this right to free speech and freedom of the press. Or something like that. I can't be sure, because I'm afraid this definition has lost its potency throughout the years, considering how easily offended folks are these days. So the artist who doodled this for the Post is perfectly in his rights to, well, doodle as he fancies, regardless of however distasteful his doodle might be.
This First Amendment thing also promises the right to petition or assemble as a group for a cause, and frankly, those driven mad by the measly cartoon are also in their rights to complain until the cows come home.
Too bad these protestors (black and white, by the way, before I get blasted for this one, too) are coming off as self righteous opportunists looking for a reason to lash out against an artist who might very well not have had any racial motivation to begin with.
Too bad these protestors aren't demonstrating against something that actually matters a little bit more than a cartoon.
Too bad these protestors aren't realizing that you don't fight racism by shutting down a cartoonist and boycotting a newspaper. You fight intolerance by being a better person yourself, to other people. You won't change minds by getting an artist fired (which, as of yet, hasn't happened and I am HAPPY that it hasn't).
Yes, the cartoon may or may not be symbolic of a struggle that is hundreds of years old, but come on. CHOOSE YOUR BATTLES. Waste your energy over something else, something truly worth believing in, or fighting for.
George Dubya, the genius that he is, has been drawn COUNTLESS TIMES as a chimp. And why? Because he actually looks like one. No outrage here.
Condi Baby has been drawn as Aunt Jemima, the freaking syrup woman, as well. No outrage here, either.
But at least this controversial cartoon has gotten people talking.
The funny thing is, the more people bitch about the chimp comic, the more people see it.
So kudos for getting something you despise so much attention.
Ciao.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
I wish I could just
put a big X through that last post. In fact, I'll just delete it.
So Valentine's Day was nice. Spent it with Peter. He's a sweetheart.
Hopefully one of these days he'll ask me to be his girlfriend. I'd like to let the world know, you know?
I have little or nothing else to say
see ya
So Valentine's Day was nice. Spent it with Peter. He's a sweetheart.
Hopefully one of these days he'll ask me to be his girlfriend. I'd like to let the world know, you know?
I have little or nothing else to say
see ya
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