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So. I saw Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix. Twice. on the opening day. Freak? Why yes, thank you. I saw it first at midnight at a normal theatre and then in the morning at the IMAX.
I had quite a lovely time at the midnight release party for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Once I got in line, it seemed to take quite some time to get to the from, but there were only about 100 people or so in front of me. 500+ behind. I consider myself lucky.
I took the book home and read all night. 5 hours.
It was really fun dressing up for both the movie and the book parties.
Kinda depressing that its over.
Yeah. Nothin much to say. Nothin exciting going on.
I think I'll post some icons 'n stuff.
Non-HarryPotter related now...
- Mood:
lazy
I have to write 2 essays on Monday as well. Not fair. Finals aren't supposed to start 'til Tuesday.
I don't feel like writing an outline, let alone a whole essay. Stupid school. And, one essay is in Spanish! The fuck! I can't write a damn Spanish essay. Meh...
So, I went out on Saturday with Alex. Whoo, big deal, I went out. It was fun, but very warm. We went to the edison street sale. I got a camera, for $3. Nice deal, hopefully the camera works...
Then we went to Art on the Avenue. They had some awesome stuff there. I wish I would've had more money, cause they're was some stuff I definitely would have bought. I went into the psychic shop next to dearborn music. It was really awesome. There was tons of stuff I wanted to buy. I didn't have that much money, or room at my house, so I went with a book. The Essential Oils Book. Looks great. Hopefully as soon as I clean up my room I can decorate with some stuff from there.
Well, I had better get off the computer before my mom throws a fit about me not doing anything.
- Mood:
stressed
So very much exhausted. Final exams next week. Why can't the stupid teachers just review and quit teaching us new stuff? It's not like we have time for any homework, it's all studying for the next week.
So.
I know I haven't updated in forever.....
Much news in the life of Anna....
I've just come back from the opthemologist. They poked my eyes. Poked. My. Eye. They numbed it first, but that was even weirder. Ick... My eyes still feel weird, and i am having a hard time focusing..
Anyway, the doctors say I might have an odd condition in my brain, where I have too much pressure, which may be causing my migraines. The only way to know for sure is to do a lumbar puncture, or spinal tap.
Ouch...
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- Mood:
weird
A man in Grand Rapids , Michigan incredibly took out a $7000 full page ad in the paper to present the following essay to the people of his community.
HOW COULD YOU? By Jim Willis, 2001
When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad,"
you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" -- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a belly rub.
My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate.
Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.
There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog ," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family
I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"
They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.
When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days.
As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"
Perhaps because she understood my dog speak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.
A Note from the Author: If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly "owned"pets who die each year in American & Canadian animal shelters. Please use this to help educate, on your websites, in newsletters, on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards. Tell the public that the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for life, that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and that all life is precious. Please do your part to stop the killing, and encourage all spay & neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals.
Remember...They love UNCONDITIONALLY.
- Mood:
sad
So the movie "The Golden Compass" is coming out in December. I highly, highly recommend the book, as well as the entire trilogy.
Anywho... you can go on the website and create a daemon, which is basically based on your personality. So, who wants to go and see if I assesed my personaluty correctly?
Just roll over with your mouse, click teh link, and answer a couple questions.
Thank you!
Oh, and be sure and read my previous post....
- Mood:
happy
This is total BULL SHIT.
What the fuck is this!
""Finally, for security purposes, DCHS is following the advice of school safety experts by not allowing backpacks to be used during the school day. Books may be carried to and from school in backpacks, but during the school day, books must be carried. Appropriate changes to passing time will be calculated."
What the fuck do they think, we are like some shitty half assed school from the ghetto? Thats what the so-scalled "school safetly experts " are talking about, anyway. What do they think we are going to do, fucking bomb the school? sneak a gun in? What are we going to have next, metal detectors?
This is insane.
I hope the students totally freak out. I mean, comepletely. Because this is crazy. I mean, people are being totally paranoid.
I cannot even express how mad I am!
Oh, by the way, here is my MySpace:
http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fu
- Mood: angry
Just because you were born in '97 doesn't mean you're a 90's kid.
You're a 90's kid if:
You can finish this [ice ice _ _ _ _ ]
You remember watching Doug, Ren & Stimpy, Pinky and the Brain
AAAAAAAH Real Monsters!
You've ever ended a sentence with the word "PSYCHE!"
You just cant resist finishing this . . . "Iiiiiiin west philidelphia born and raised . . ."
You remember TGIF, Step by Step, Family Matters, Dinosaurs, and Boy Meets World.
You remember when it was actually worth getting up early
on a Saturday to watch cartoons.
You got super excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school.
You remember reading "Goosebumps"
You took plastic cartoon lunch boxes to school.
You still get the urge to say "NOT" after (almost) every sentence . . . not
when everyhting was settled by rock paper scissors..or bubble gum bubble gum in a dish...and even better daddy had a donkey inky binky bonky.
when cops and robbers was a daily activity.
when we played Hide and go seek until our legs grew numb.
when we used to obey our parents
You used to listen to the radio all day long just to record your FAVORITE song of ALL time.
"Where in the World is Carmen San Diego?" was both a game and a TV game show.
Captain Planet. He's a Hero.
You knew that Kimberly, the pink ranger, and Tommy, the green ranger, were meant to be together.
You remember when Super Nintendos and Sega Genisis became popular.
You always wanted to send in a tape to America's Funniest Home Videos . . . but never taped anything funny.
You remember watching Home Alone 1, 2 , and 3 . . . and tried to pull the pranks on "intruders"
You remember watching The Magic School Bus, Wishbone, and Reading Rainbow on PBS.
You remember when Yo-Yos were cool.
You remember the 'Karate Kid' movies
You remember those Where's Waldo books.
You remember eating Warheads.
You remember watching the 1st Batman, Aladin, Ninja Turtles, and 3 Ninjas movies.
You remember Ring Pops.
You remember drinking Surge, and Tang.
If you remember when every thing was "da BOMB!"
When they made the new lunchables so that you could make pizza AND tacos.
You remember boom boxes vs. cd players.
Making those little paper fortune cookie things, and then predicting your life with them.
You played and/or collected "Pogs" :)
You had at least one Tamagotchi, GigaPet, or Nano and brought it everywhere.
. . . Furbies.
You haven't always had a computer, and it was cool to have the internet.
And Windows 95 was the best.
You watched the original cartoons of Rugrats, Power Rangers, and Ninja Turtles.
Michael Jordan was a king.
YIKES pencils and erasers were the stuff!
Animorphs was the coolest science fiction in the world
All your school supplies were "Lisa Frank" brand.
You remember when the new Beanie Babies and Talking Elmo were always sold out.
You collected those Beanie Babies.
Carebears
You remember the Gummi Bears cartoon
Gak was the coolest stuff invented.
Lambchop's song never ended.
The old dollar bills.
Silver dollars, which were cool to have.
You remember a time before the WB.
You collected all the Troll dolls
If you even know what an original walkman is.
You remember wanting to sit on the orange Nickelodeon couch.
You've gotten creeped out by "Are You Afraid of the Dark?"
You know the Macarena by heart.
"Talk to the hand" . . . enough said
You always said, "Then why don't you marry it!"
You went to McDonald's to play in the playplace.
You remember playing on merry go rounds at the playground.
Before the MySpace frenzy . . .
Before the Internet & text messaging . . .
Before Sidekicks & iPods . . .
Before MIKE JONES . . .
Before PlayStation2 or X-BOX . . .
Before Spongebob . . .
Back when you put off the 5 hours of homework you had every night.
When light up sneakers were cool.
When you rented VHS tapes, not DVDs.
When gas was $0.95 a gallon & Caller ID was a new thing.
When we recorded stuff on VCRs.
When we called the radio station to request songs to hear off of our walkman.
Way back.
Before we realized all this would eventually disappear.
Who would have thought you'd miss the 90's so much!!!!!
Post this in your bulletin if you remember these days . . . .
Post with the year you were born in....
~-~-~-~-~
As you can see, I am obviously a 90's kid. 16 years old. Born in '91. Do'h.
I hope you enjoyed. :)
- Mood:dorky
It's getting rather late, though. I suppose I ought to be getting to bed.
I'm so glad it's vacation, finally. School has been sooo stressful lately, what with ignorant ego-manic authority figures and all.
Anyway.
I feel like some sort of fucking druggie or whatever. I'm taking so many pills now...
16 god damned pills a day.
Jesus Christ Almighty.
Hehe. Swearing always makes me feel all better. All warm and fuzzy inside.
Ugh. I have a migraine. Even after 16 bloody pills, I have a migraine. WHY GOD? WHY?
New topic, cause I want to stay off the migraine subject.
My dad was being a total pain in the ass yesterday. He had, like, a freaking temper tantrum because the the phone next to the armchair rang while he was trying to sleep.
I swear. Anyway, here's what happened...
The phone rings.
I hear a crash.
I alert mother.
Mother is alarmed.
I hear another crash.
Mother ventures into the other room to survey damage.
After exchange of rude words, mother returns, feelings hurt.
More crashes.
Internet stops working.
I go into the bathroom, am asked if internet is working, reply that I do not know.
Return to the computer to double check that internet has stopped working. It has.
Spend next half hour trying to get internet to work again, whilst fight urge to lecture/yell at father.
Yes.I had just a lovely day.
Oh, and the best part was when dad came out and acted like everything was just fine. Just peachy keen dad. I didn't notice you ripping the phone line from the wall. Just do whatever the fuck you want. I don't care. It doesn't effect me at all.
If you did not notice the sarcasm in my previous statement, I worry for you sanity.
- Location:twilight zone
- Mood: exhausted
- Music:mother's snoring
I saw No No Nanette at school again yesterday. Just as good, if not better, than last time.
Tonight I am going to see Kathy Griffin. Awesome. And it's and adult only show, and I'm not 18! Haha, I feel like such a rebel/rule breaker.
Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
My grandma got upset when she found out, because apparently Kathy Griffin say "the f word" to many time. Then my grandma says "F her". 0.o. I was like OMFG GRAMS! Anyway....
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Thanks to Eithers for this quiz-y thingish process. eithers.deviantart.com. Check it out.
1. YOUR REAL NAME:
Anna
2. YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (first 3 letters of real name plus izzle)
Annizzle
???????
3. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (fav colour and fav animal)
Black Cat
Cliched... oh so cliched.
4. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, and current street)
Lisa Bennet
Kinda like it...
5. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first name, last 3 letters of mum's maiden name)
Claanrda
6. YOUR SUPERHERO NAME: (2nd favorite color, favorite drink)
White Water
ummmmm, yeah.
7. YOUR IRAQI NAME: (2nd letter of your first name, 3rd letter of your last name, any letter of your middle name, 2nd letter of your mums maiden name, 3rd letter of you dads middle name, 1st letter of a siblings first name, last letter of your mums middle name)
Nrayvn
racism ALERT!
8. YOUR WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mum/dads middle name)
Lynn. Or Kevin, but Lynn suit me better I think.
9. YOUR GOTH NAME: (black, and the name of one your pets)
Black Isis
Black Artemis
Black Dillon
Black Holly
You pick
Tonight I am going to see Kathy Griffin. Awesome. And it's and adult only show, and I'm not 18! Haha, I feel like such a rebel/rule breaker.
Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
My grandma got upset when she found out, because apparently Kathy Griffin say "the f word" to many time. Then my grandma says "F her". 0.o. I was like OMFG GRAMS! Anyway....
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Thanks to Eithers for this quiz-y thingish process. eithers.deviantart.com. Check it out.
1. YOUR REAL NAME:
Anna
2. YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (first 3 letters of real name plus izzle)
Annizzle
???????
3. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (fav colour and fav animal)
Black Cat
Cliched... oh so cliched.
4. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, and current street)
Lisa Bennet
Kinda like it...
5. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first name, last 3 letters of mum's maiden name)
Claanrda
6. YOUR SUPERHERO NAME: (2nd favorite color, favorite drink)
White Water
ummmmm, yeah.
7. YOUR IRAQI NAME: (2nd letter of your first name, 3rd letter of your last name, any letter of your middle name, 2nd letter of your mums maiden name, 3rd letter of you dads middle name, 1st letter of a siblings first name, last letter of your mums middle name)
Nrayvn
racism ALERT!
8. YOUR WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mum/dads middle name)
Lynn. Or Kevin, but Lynn suit me better I think.
9. YOUR GOTH NAME: (black, and the name of one your pets)
Black Isis
Black Artemis
Black Dillon
Black Holly
You pick
- Mood: excited
I'm so depressed lately. I dunno. I should really get out and do more, I know.
But it sucks when there is no one to do it with.
I don't feel close enough to most of my friends at school to invite them out. Besides, making plans is difficult. I just want to be able to talk to someone.
I think I'm getting yet another migraine. I'd better go take some medicine.
Bleh.
Maybe I'll go outside and play some basketball for a little while. By myself, of course.
Time for your Daily Dose of Awww!
But it sucks when there is no one to do it with.
I don't feel close enough to most of my friends at school to invite them out. Besides, making plans is difficult. I just want to be able to talk to someone.
I think I'm getting yet another migraine. I'd better go take some medicine.
Bleh.
Maybe I'll go outside and play some basketball for a little while. By myself, of course.
Time for your Daily Dose of Awww!
- Mood: stressed
Went to see the school play last night. It was really fun. Everybody in it did a really good job.
Yesterday was the last day of the quarter. I am so relieved. But then again, really nervous about report cards.
Anyway.
It's time for teh CUTE cat pictures!
- Mood: mischievous
pick the stereotype(s) that fits you
I'm SOUTHERN so I MUST be racist
I'M SKINNY, so I MUST be bulimic.
I'm EMO, so I MUST cut my wrists.
I'm BLONDE AT HEART, so I MUST be a ditz
I'm JAMAICAN so I MUST smoke weed.
I'm HAITIAN so I MUST eat cat.
I'm ASIAN, so I MUST be smart.
I'm JEWISH, so I MUST be greedy.
I'm GAY, so I MUST have AIDS.
I'm a LESBIAN, so I MUST have a sex-tape.
I'm ARAB, so I MUST be a terrorist.
I SPEAK MY MIND, so I MUST be a bitch.
I'm RELIGIOUS, so I MUST shove my beliefs down your throat.
I'm ATHEIST so I MUST hate the world.
I DON'T HAVE A RELIGION, so I MUST be "evil" and not have any morals.
I'm SPANISH, so I MUST be mexican too.
I'm REPUBLICAN, so I MUST not care about poor people.
I'm DEMOCRAT, so I MUST not believe in being responsible.
I am LIBERAL, so I MUST be gay.
I'm SOUTHERN, so I MUST be white trash.
I TAKE ANTI-DEPRESSANTS, so I MUST be crazy.
I'm a GUY, so I MUST only want to get into your pants.
I'm INDIAN, so I MUST own a convenient store.
I'm NATIVE AMERICAN, so I MUST dance around a fire screaming like a savage.
I'm a CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be a whore...
I'm a DANCER, So I MUST be stupid, stuck up, and a whore
I wear SKIRTS a lot, so I MUST be a slut.
I'm YOUNG, so I MUST do drugs.
I'm PUNK, so I MUST be naive.
I'm RICH, so I MUST be a conceited snob.
I WEAR BLACK, so I MUST be a goth or emo.
I'm a WHITE GIRL, so I MUST be a nagging, steal-your-money kind of girlfriend.
I'm CUBAN, so I MUST spend my spare time rolling cigars.
I'm MEXICAN, so I MUST have hopped the border.
I'm NOT A VIRGIN, so I MUST be easy.
I FELL IN LOVE WITH A MARRIED MAN, so I MUST be a home-wrecking whore.
I'm a TEENAGE MOM, so I MUST be an irresponsible slut.
I'm POLISH, so I MUST wear my socks with my sandals
I'm ITALIAN, so I must have a small PENIS.
I'm MUSLIM, so I must be a TERRORIST!!
I'm PRETTY, so I MUST not be a virgin.
I HAVE STRAIGHT A'S, so I MUST have no social life.
I DYE MY HAIR CRAZY COLORS, so I MUST be looking for attention.
I DRESS IN UNUSUAL WAYS so I MUST be looking for attention.
I'm INTO THEATER & ART, so I MUST be a homosexual.
I'm a VEGETARIAN, so I MUST be a crazy political activist.
I HAVE A BUNCH OF GUY FRIENDS, so I MUST be a slut.
I HAVE A BUNCH OF GIRLS WHO ARE FRIENDS, so I MUST be gay.
I have BiG BOOBS, so I MUST be a hoe.
I'm COLOMBIAN, so I MUST be a drug dealer.
I WEAR WHAT I WANT, so I MUST be a poser.
I'm RUSSIAN, so I MUST be cool and thats how Russians roll.
I'm GERMAN, so I MUST be a Nazi.
I hang out with GAYS, so I must be GAY TOO
I'm BRAZILIAN, so I MUST have a BIG BUTT.
I'm PUERTO RICAN, so I MUST look good and be conceited
I'm SALVADORIAN, so I MUST be in MS 13
I'm POLISH, so I MUST be greedy
I'm HAWAIIAN so I MUST be lazy
I'm PERUVIAN, so I MUST like llamas
I'm a STONER so i MUST be going in the wrong direction
I'm a VIRGIN so i MUST be prude
I'm STRAIGHT EDGE so i must be violent.
I'm a FEMALE GAMER, so I MUST be ugly or crazy.
I'm BLACK so I MUST love fried chicken and kool-aid.
I'm BI so I MUST think every girl i see is hot.
I'm ASIAN so I MUST have a small penis.
I'm a GIRL who actually EATS LUNCH, so i MUST be fat.
I'm SINGLE so I MUST be ugly.
I'm ASIAN so I must be a NERD that does HOMEWORK 24/7
I'm CHRISTIAN so I MUST hate homosexuals
I'm MIXED so I MUST be SEXY
I'm MUSLIM so I MUST be covered up at all times.
I'm in ORCHESTRA/BAND, so I MUST be a dork.
I'm BLACK so I MUST believe JESUS WUZ A BROTHA
I'm MORMON so I MUST be perfect
I'm WHITE and have black friends so I MUST think I'm black
I'm a SKATER, I MUST be a an ignorent stoner
I'm AWESOME, so I MUST be a ninja
I'm BLACK, so I MUST be in a gang.
I'm WHITE, so I MUST be a racist
I'm MEXICAN, so I MUST be poor
I dress in BLACK, so I MUST be a satanist
I'm not SKINNY or PRETTY so I must not be good enough to date
I'm SOUTHERN so I MUST be racist
I'M SKINNY, so I MUST be bulimic.
I'm EMO, so I MUST cut my wrists.
I'm BLONDE AT HEART, so I MUST be a ditz
I'm JAMAICAN so I MUST smoke weed.
I'm HAITIAN so I MUST eat cat.
I'm ASIAN, so I MUST be smart.
I'm JEWISH, so I MUST be greedy.
I'm GAY, so I MUST have AIDS.
I'm a LESBIAN, so I MUST have a sex-tape.
I'm ARAB, so I MUST be a terrorist.
I SPEAK MY MIND, so I MUST be a bitch.
I'm RELIGIOUS, so I MUST shove my beliefs down your throat.
I'm ATHEIST so I MUST hate the world.
I DON'T HAVE A RELIGION, so I MUST be "evil" and not have any morals.
I'm SPANISH, so I MUST be mexican too.
I'm REPUBLICAN, so I MUST not care about poor people.
I'm DEMOCRAT, so I MUST not believe in being responsible.
I am LIBERAL, so I MUST be gay.
I'm SOUTHERN, so I MUST be white trash.
I TAKE ANTI-DEPRESSANTS, so I MUST be crazy.
I'm a GUY, so I MUST only want to get into your pants.
I'm INDIAN, so I MUST own a convenient store.
I'm NATIVE AMERICAN, so I MUST dance around a fire screaming like a savage.
I'm a CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be a whore...
I'm a DANCER, So I MUST be stupid, stuck up, and a whore
I wear SKIRTS a lot, so I MUST be a slut.
I'm YOUNG, so I MUST do drugs.
I'm PUNK, so I MUST be naive.
I'm RICH, so I MUST be a conceited snob.
I WEAR BLACK, so I MUST be a goth or emo.
I'm a WHITE GIRL, so I MUST be a nagging, steal-your-money kind of girlfriend.
I'm CUBAN, so I MUST spend my spare time rolling cigars.
I'm MEXICAN, so I MUST have hopped the border.
I'm NOT A VIRGIN, so I MUST be easy.
I FELL IN LOVE WITH A MARRIED MAN, so I MUST be a home-wrecking whore.
I'm a TEENAGE MOM, so I MUST be an irresponsible slut.
I'm POLISH, so I MUST wear my socks with my sandals
I'm ITALIAN, so I must have a small PENIS.
I'm MUSLIM, so I must be a TERRORIST!!
I'm PRETTY, so I MUST not be a virgin.
I HAVE STRAIGHT A'S, so I MUST have no social life.
I DYE MY HAIR CRAZY COLORS, so I MUST be looking for attention.
I DRESS IN UNUSUAL WAYS so I MUST be looking for attention.
I'm INTO THEATER & ART, so I MUST be a homosexual.
I'm a VEGETARIAN, so I MUST be a crazy political activist.
I HAVE A BUNCH OF GUY FRIENDS, so I MUST be a slut.
I HAVE A BUNCH OF GIRLS WHO ARE FRIENDS, so I MUST be gay.
I have BiG BOOBS, so I MUST be a hoe.
I'm COLOMBIAN, so I MUST be a drug dealer.
I WEAR WHAT I WANT, so I MUST be a poser.
I'm RUSSIAN, so I MUST be cool and thats how Russians roll.
I'm GERMAN, so I MUST be a Nazi.
I hang out with GAYS, so I must be GAY TOO
I'm BRAZILIAN, so I MUST have a BIG BUTT.
I'm PUERTO RICAN, so I MUST look good and be conceited
I'm SALVADORIAN, so I MUST be in MS 13
I'm POLISH, so I MUST be greedy
I'm HAWAIIAN so I MUST be lazy
I'm PERUVIAN, so I MUST like llamas
I'm a STONER so i MUST be going in the wrong direction
I'm a VIRGIN so i MUST be prude
I'm STRAIGHT EDGE so i must be violent.
I'm a FEMALE GAMER, so I MUST be ugly or crazy.
I'm BLACK so I MUST love fried chicken and kool-aid.
I'm BI so I MUST think every girl i see is hot.
I'm ASIAN so I MUST have a small penis.
I'm a GIRL who actually EATS LUNCH, so i MUST be fat.
I'm SINGLE so I MUST be ugly.
I'm ASIAN so I must be a NERD that does HOMEWORK 24/7
I'm CHRISTIAN so I MUST hate homosexuals
I'm MIXED so I MUST be SEXY
I'm MUSLIM so I MUST be covered up at all times.
I'm in ORCHESTRA/BAND, so I MUST be a dork.
I'm BLACK so I MUST believe JESUS WUZ A BROTHA
I'm MORMON so I MUST be perfect
I'm WHITE and have black friends so I MUST think I'm black
I'm a SKATER, I MUST be a an ignorent stoner
I'm AWESOME, so I MUST be a ninja
I'm BLACK, so I MUST be in a gang.
I'm WHITE, so I MUST be a racist
I'm MEXICAN, so I MUST be poor
I dress in BLACK, so I MUST be a satanist
I'm not SKINNY or PRETTY so I must not be good enough to date
- Mood: Migraine
- Music:Bowling For Soup - The Great Burrito Extortion Case
I just can't stand it.
So I'm making a blog for me just to complain.
Awesome. I got 3 websites, sort of. Sweet.
Anyway. It's time for winter break. 4 day weekend, here I come.
My dad wants me to go up north, I think, but I don't know If I want to go. Decisions, decisions.
I wish things were more definitive. But me, I can't make decisions for crap.
Oh well.
I guess I'll go to bed, like really soon.
Cause I'm tired.
Even though Futurama is on.
I don't thinks I'll be able to sleep very well.
It just seems to be pointless. Cause I dunno what I'm doing tomorrow. I can't sleep if I am just waking up to a pointless life. I might as well just stay up all night, and do nothing then.
It's all the same.
Nothing.
Hah Hah, Futurama ish really funny tonight.Then again, it's always funny.
Alright.
I guess I'm actually, really, honest, going to bed now.
Night
- Mood: irritated
Oh, I feel so tired. I am always tired. Always always always tired. No matter how much or how little I sleep, I'm tired. Ni.
Oh well.
I bought two new CD's today. I got Fall Out Boy's Infinity on High and My Chemical Romance' I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love. I haven't had a chance to listen to them yet though.
I have to work on my Forensics speech tonight. Oratory, that's my category. I have about 3 minutes or so, and I have to double that time by tomorrow night. Just great. I swear, this team is taking over my life. I have a tournament this weekend too. The bus is gonna be so freakin' cold, I swear. I'll bring a blanket, but still... COLD.
I have a headache. Migraine rather. Fuck. It hurts. I hate it.
I think I want to lay down. But then again, I have homework to do, and forensics, and I have to take a shower, and... Screw it.
I want to go to bed.
But my mom won't let me.
I'm off to read fanfiction. And plot ways to sneak into bed.
- Mood:
tired
British
[x] You drink a lot of tea.
[] You know what a brolly is.
[] Deal or No Deal has taken over your life.
[] You wanted Ben to win X Factor.
[x] You use the word "bugger"or the phrase "bloody hell."
[] Fish and Chips are yummy.
[] You can eat a Full English Breakfast.
[] You dislike emos almost as much as you dislike chavs.
[] It's football...not soccer.
Total: 2
Australian
[] You wear flip flops all year.
[] You call flipflops thongs not flip flops.
[] You love a backyard barbie.
[] You know a barbie is not a doll.
[x] You love the beach.
[x] Sometimes you swear without realizing.
[] You're a sports fanatic.
[] You are tanned.
[] You're a bit of a bogan.
[] You have an australian something
Total: 2
Italian
[] The Sopranos is a great show.
[] Your last name ends in a vowel.
[] Your grandmother makes her own sauces.
[] You know how a real meatball tastes.
[] You know Italian songs.
[] You have dark hair and dark eye color.
[x] You speak some italian.
[x] You are under 5'10''
[] You know what a italian horn is
[x] Pizza/spaghetti is the best food in the world!
[x] You talk with your hands.
Total: 4
Spanish
[] You say member instead of Remember.
[x] You speak spanish or some.
[] You like tacos.
[] YoU TyPe lIkE ThIs On Da CoMpUtEr.
[] You are dark skinned.
[x] You know what a Puta is.
[x] You talk fast occasionally.
[x] You have had highlights or have dyed your hair.
[x] You know what platanos are.
Total: 5
Russian
[] You say villian as: Vee-lon.
[x] You get short tempered.
[] You know of somebody named natasha.
[x] You get cold easily.
[x] Rain is fun for you.
[] You get into contests all the time.
[x] You can easily make do with the cold weather.
Total: 3
Irish
[] You think beer is the best.
[x] You have a bad temper.
[x] Your last name starts with a Mc, Murph, O', Fitz or ends with a ley, on, un, an, in, ry, ly, y.
[x] You have blue or green eyes.
[x] You like the color green.
[] You have been to a st. pattys day party.
[] You have a family member from Ireland.
[] You have blonde hair. kinda
[] You have/had freckles.
[] Your family get togethers always include drinking and singing.
Total: 4
African American
[] You say nigga/nukka casually
[] You have nappy hair.
[x] You like rap.
[x] You know how to shoot a gun
[x] You think President George Walker Bush is racist.
[] You like chicken.
[x] You like watermelon.
[x] You can dance.
[]You can 'sing' gospel.
Total: 5
Asian
[] You have slanty/small eyes.
[x] You like rice a lot.
[x] You are good at math.
[x] You have played the piano.
[] You have family from asia.
[] You laugh sometimes covering your mouth.
[] Most people think you're chinese.
[] You call hurricanes typhoons.
[] You go to Baulko.
Total: 3
German
[x] You like bread.
[x] You think German Chocolate is good.
[x] You Speak some German.
[x] You know what Schnitzel is.
[x] You hate it when stupid people call you a Nazi.
[x] You went to Pre-school.
[x] You're over 5'2
Total: 7
Canadian
[x] You like/play/played hockey.
[] You love beer.
[] You say eh.
[] You know what poutine is.
[x] You speak some french.
[x] You love Tim Horton's.
[] At one point you lived in a farm house.
[] You watch/watched degrassi.
Total: 3
American
[] You hate foriegners.
[] You hate non - Christians.
[x] You're lazy.
[] You are not cultured.
[] You hate abortion.
[] But love the death penalty.
[] You don't read.
[x] You shop at walmart.
[] You think this survey is rather biased.
Total: 2
Kay then. I guess I am mostly German. Some other stuff too. You can see for yourself.
Soo...Yeah.
- Mood:
curious
I am getting really tired. I had kind of a bad day and I can't wait to go to sleep.
Why, you may ask, did I have a crappy day? Well, I am going to tell you, whether you want me to or no.
First things first... I am on the Forensics team. And no, that is not the stuff you see on CSI:New York. It's speech. Why do I tell you this? Because it is highly relevant. Anyway, I digress. So, unfortunately, I was not prepared for my meeting my me coach. I know, I know, bad me. But still. My coach totally went ballistic on me, and ranted for, like, 20 minutes, I kid you not. She was all upset about how one member of the team dragged himself out of bed to be their, and another had surgery, just cause I mention I had a migraine. I swear, she would not shut up.
She made me want to quit the team just to get away from her.
Ick. So, I totally have to write a speech tomorrow. Great. Just great. And I have to do homework.
So, anyway, it's, like, midnight, and I have to go to bed, or my mom is going to flip.
See ya.
- Location:in my mind
- Mood: cynical
