The video "Submission" and Islam
Feb. 17th, 2008 | 11:17 pm
I just watched http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TH9-gSbVe
The link goes to the video Submission. Theo van Gogh, was shot and stabbed to death for making this short film. I'm between shock, disgust and wanting to forget about what I watched because it makes me so angry.
It makes me so damned grateful that I was born in the US. I wouldn't stand for having to cover my body because men are pigs. And if anyone tried to rape me I would kill them. I can hardly deal with hearing the bullshit muslim women have to go through. I would <i>love</i> to take a trip to the middle east and walk around topless. Hell, even people in Eugene freak out about toplessness because they're close minded pigs. It's so hypocritical that <b>men</b> can go around topless but god forbid a <b>woman</b> does!
GRRRR
I need to stop ranting.
The link goes to the video Submission. Theo van Gogh, was shot and stabbed to death for making this short film. I'm between shock, disgust and wanting to forget about what I watched because it makes me so angry.
It makes me so damned grateful that I was born in the US. I wouldn't stand for having to cover my body because men are pigs. And if anyone tried to rape me I would kill them. I can hardly deal with hearing the bullshit muslim women have to go through. I would <i>love</i> to take a trip to the middle east and walk around topless. Hell, even people in Eugene freak out about toplessness because they're close minded pigs. It's so hypocritical that <b>men</b> can go around topless but god forbid a <b>woman</b> does!
GRRRR
I need to stop ranting.
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A letter to my Ex
Feb. 3rd, 2008 | 08:54 pm
Hey there,
It's me. The girl that dumped you back in March last year. Remember the reason I initially gave you as to why we were breaking up? I said I wasn't attracted to you anymore but that was bogus. I think you knew it was to but it was easier not to call me on it. I never did get to give you the courtesy of a true answer. Please accept this late letter in it's place:
The fact that this is a direct quote rather scares me but you said you wanted to live at your parents house until you became 35. You further expected your parents to give you twenty dollars plus allowance each week despite your lack of contribution to their house and shitty attitude. Instead of the twenty dollars going towards new clothing which you frequently complained you needed, you spent it on beer, weed, and an out of control cigarette addiction. When not bumming it up at other people's houses you liked to be left alone to sleep until five in the evening. Finding a job and becoming self-sufficient wasn't even at the bottom of your non-existent To Do list. On that list directly below self-sufficiency, was me. Spending time with me was a chore. One that you preferred to do twice a week if you could help it. Phone calls in between those days was too much to ask. If I did ask, I heard much whining about how you disliked telephones and I was needy. You encouraged me to spend time with your friends and go to their houses without you to get me to leave you alone. I remember one nigh we argued over who got to go over to the townhouse. You said you wanted "time with the guys". As you had stated you wanted me to do, I was becoming friends with said guys, and already made plans to hang out with them. You told me I couldn't go and they picked you up while I remained left behind in your bedroom. I got my things together to leave and your mom stopped me to ask why I didn't go with you. I replied that you wanted "time with the guys". She asked why we couldn't both hang out with "the guys" and I struggled to come up with an answer because I didn't know why not myself. Despite how frequently I was ditched it never got any easier. On the rare occasion we went together to a friend's house you plugged into a computer and shut off to me. Another happy memory of mine was when I was sick at your friend's house. You were playing some first person shooter while I was curled up downstairs trying not to throw up. I felt like a horrible person for being over there while not feeling well. As I laid there in a ball of unhappiness Tom came over and put a blanket on me. I eventually went to ask if we could go back to your house so I could rest or go home. You ignored me because you thought I was pretending to be more sick than I really was and besides, you were busy killing people. I hid in the kitchen trying not to cry but failing, until Chris showed up and hugged me while his girlfriend made me tea. They took me back to your house but I was too sick to ride my bike home so I spent the rest of the evening puking in your bathroom. We did spend time at your house but it consisted of you yelling at me and storming off. I think you would need to look in the dictionary to figure out what an apology is. In addition to the blatant disregard and ignoring of your former girlfriend there was a severe lack of orgasms to slightly make up for a portion of the maltreatment. In 9 months you never once got me off. You had absolutely no sex drive and especially refused to have sex with me whilst in shark week. That alone was grounds to break up with you. It should come as no surprise that before I officially broke it off with you I did indeed cheat on you with Mike. Feel free to tell your friends I'm a whore. I bet you that five dollars you still owe me you already have. On an unrelated to sex note (I'm coming back to this letter after a week break) soap is your friend. Having a volcano face of pimples is pretty damn unattractive. I never bought your illogical excuse that soap makes your acne worse.
Before I send this off, I'd also like to say that your predictions about the guy I cheated on you with- i.e., my boyfriend -didn't come true. He didn't borrow money from me and then leave me. The relationship has in fact lasted, and I think next instead of an apartment, if we can pull it off we'll be renting a house. This may sound rather shocking but he values me over Warcraft. If I need him, he stops what he's doing on the computer to pay attention to me. He respects me, I can talk with him about anything, including issues like homosexuality and women's rights. We spend pretty much every day together. Sometimes we'll spend hours just laying together, cuddling. I'd like to go on, but it's not necessary, because you get the idea. The last thing I'd like to add is (and I really hope you're still reading) he gives awesome head. I have my best orgasms when he's going down on me. That is all.
No love,
Your Ex
It's me. The girl that dumped you back in March last year. Remember the reason I initially gave you as to why we were breaking up? I said I wasn't attracted to you anymore but that was bogus. I think you knew it was to but it was easier not to call me on it. I never did get to give you the courtesy of a true answer. Please accept this late letter in it's place:
The fact that this is a direct quote rather scares me but you said you wanted to live at your parents house until you became 35. You further expected your parents to give you twenty dollars plus allowance each week despite your lack of contribution to their house and shitty attitude. Instead of the twenty dollars going towards new clothing which you frequently complained you needed, you spent it on beer, weed, and an out of control cigarette addiction. When not bumming it up at other people's houses you liked to be left alone to sleep until five in the evening. Finding a job and becoming self-sufficient wasn't even at the bottom of your non-existent To Do list. On that list directly below self-sufficiency, was me. Spending time with me was a chore. One that you preferred to do twice a week if you could help it. Phone calls in between those days was too much to ask. If I did ask, I heard much whining about how you disliked telephones and I was needy. You encouraged me to spend time with your friends and go to their houses without you to get me to leave you alone. I remember one nigh we argued over who got to go over to the townhouse. You said you wanted "time with the guys". As you had stated you wanted me to do, I was becoming friends with said guys, and already made plans to hang out with them. You told me I couldn't go and they picked you up while I remained left behind in your bedroom. I got my things together to leave and your mom stopped me to ask why I didn't go with you. I replied that you wanted "time with the guys". She asked why we couldn't both hang out with "the guys" and I struggled to come up with an answer because I didn't know why not myself. Despite how frequently I was ditched it never got any easier. On the rare occasion we went together to a friend's house you plugged into a computer and shut off to me. Another happy memory of mine was when I was sick at your friend's house. You were playing some first person shooter while I was curled up downstairs trying not to throw up. I felt like a horrible person for being over there while not feeling well. As I laid there in a ball of unhappiness Tom came over and put a blanket on me. I eventually went to ask if we could go back to your house so I could rest or go home. You ignored me because you thought I was pretending to be more sick than I really was and besides, you were busy killing people. I hid in the kitchen trying not to cry but failing, until Chris showed up and hugged me while his girlfriend made me tea. They took me back to your house but I was too sick to ride my bike home so I spent the rest of the evening puking in your bathroom. We did spend time at your house but it consisted of you yelling at me and storming off. I think you would need to look in the dictionary to figure out what an apology is. In addition to the blatant disregard and ignoring of your former girlfriend there was a severe lack of orgasms to slightly make up for a portion of the maltreatment. In 9 months you never once got me off. You had absolutely no sex drive and especially refused to have sex with me whilst in shark week. That alone was grounds to break up with you. It should come as no surprise that before I officially broke it off with you I did indeed cheat on you with Mike. Feel free to tell your friends I'm a whore. I bet you that five dollars you still owe me you already have. On an unrelated to sex note (I'm coming back to this letter after a week break) soap is your friend. Having a volcano face of pimples is pretty damn unattractive. I never bought your illogical excuse that soap makes your acne worse.
Before I send this off, I'd also like to say that your predictions about the guy I cheated on you with- i.e., my boyfriend -didn't come true. He didn't borrow money from me and then leave me. The relationship has in fact lasted, and I think next instead of an apartment, if we can pull it off we'll be renting a house. This may sound rather shocking but he values me over Warcraft. If I need him, he stops what he's doing on the computer to pay attention to me. He respects me, I can talk with him about anything, including issues like homosexuality and women's rights. We spend pretty much every day together. Sometimes we'll spend hours just laying together, cuddling. I'd like to go on, but it's not necessary, because you get the idea. The last thing I'd like to add is (and I really hope you're still reading) he gives awesome head. I have my best orgasms when he's going down on me. That is all.
No love,
Your Ex
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Portland and whining
Jul. 26th, 2006 | 07:06 pm
Portland is cool. It is, really. It's big, has lots of good shows going on all the time be it theatrical or concerts. Public transportation is very good. It has Powell's and Whole Foods. Currently it also has a certain Sarah of mine. There's lots to say about Portland.
But right now I just wanna go home.. (did you hear the whine?)
After days on end of a high fever that won't go down, being lightheaded, unable to swallow without cringing pain, no appetite and everything tasting funny, going to my doctor would be nice.
So would going to crappy old Gateway mall to play DDR. And going on a bike ride on by the river. I miss my bike. And my kitties, especially Tiger. I want to go see Robin. and I want to see Josh too, and spend the night at his house - but that's sort of the same thing.
When I say home I don't exactly mean my house. More like Eugene in general. Esme said that Eugene will always be what she thinks of as home and the same goes for me.
Oh, and another reason I'm slightly "homesick" more like "my-own-room-sick" is because I've spent roughly 5 days at home this past month. I do not have energy like that to keep going from one active event to the next.
Did I mention I'm in unfixable pain plus on my period? because I am.
Sooo that was all very whiny but you can't say there wasn't good reason in there. It's justified whining. And for some reason I can imagine Eddie Izzard saying that or going on about it.
Water is generally good yes? Imagine being very very very thirsty and having a cold cup of water in your hand but when you take a sip it taste BAD. Nasty. Not like water at all. More like old socks. What's worse is the swallowing part, because you can't really. It's as though the water has because a sand paper ball and since your throat is already raw and swollen.. Isn't imagining fun!
But right now I just wanna go home.. (did you hear the whine?)
After days on end of a high fever that won't go down, being lightheaded, unable to swallow without cringing pain, no appetite and everything tasting funny, going to my doctor would be nice.
So would going to crappy old Gateway mall to play DDR. And going on a bike ride on by the river. I miss my bike. And my kitties, especially Tiger. I want to go see Robin. and I want to see Josh too, and spend the night at his house - but that's sort of the same thing.
When I say home I don't exactly mean my house. More like Eugene in general. Esme said that Eugene will always be what she thinks of as home and the same goes for me.
Oh, and another reason I'm slightly "homesick" more like "my-own-room-sick" is because I've spent roughly 5 days at home this past month. I do not have energy like that to keep going from one active event to the next.
Did I mention I'm in unfixable pain plus on my period? because I am.
Sooo that was all very whiny but you can't say there wasn't good reason in there. It's justified whining. And for some reason I can imagine Eddie Izzard saying that or going on about it.
Water is generally good yes? Imagine being very very very thirsty and having a cold cup of water in your hand but when you take a sip it taste BAD. Nasty. Not like water at all. More like old socks. What's worse is the swallowing part, because you can't really. It's as though the water has because a sand paper ball and since your throat is already raw and swollen.. Isn't imagining fun!
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What's that? No yelling?
Feb. 15th, 2006 | 05:45 pm
Other than stress with my little sister, it's been wonderful having my parents out for the week. Though I'll admit I'm jealous- Mexico, damn, everyone gets to go there plus it has yummy hot weather but not too hot right now.
Can I tell you how excited I was to buy fish from over in the fresh meat section of the store?
"Woop-dee-doo you bought meat.."
I'm a child in the sense that some things never lose their initial novelty or grown-up appeal. I've always watched adults strut over to the fresh meats section, and demand their fish, or sausage, or a wiggly crab.
Me? I go for boxes of macoroni because they're cheap, come in fun shapes, and if you screw up a 50 cent box of pasta.. well it's sort of difficult to do that, but no biggie.
Buying meat though- that's expensive and implies you have some cooking abilitie, and all sorts of complications like that. So to be able to go over to the counter and go "Hum hum, Yes, I would like some fish. How about.. that nice salmon there. Oh, and prawns to if you please sir." it was quite enjoyable.
Now..
I just have to cook it
Can I tell you how excited I was to buy fish from over in the fresh meat section of the store?
"Woop-dee-doo you bought meat.."
I'm a child in the sense that some things never lose their initial novelty or grown-up appeal. I've always watched adults strut over to the fresh meats section, and demand their fish, or sausage, or a wiggly crab.
Me? I go for boxes of macoroni because they're cheap, come in fun shapes, and if you screw up a 50 cent box of pasta.. well it's sort of difficult to do that, but no biggie.
Buying meat though- that's expensive and implies you have some cooking abilitie, and all sorts of complications like that. So to be able to go over to the counter and go "Hum hum, Yes, I would like some fish. How about.. that nice salmon there. Oh, and prawns to if you please sir." it was quite enjoyable.
Now..
I just have to cook it
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body is dumb and water carbonation
Feb. 7th, 2006 | 11:07 pm
so i'm like, corn dog, yum right?
and my stomach goes "no, i don't want it."
i go "piss off" and eat it. and some fruit snacks or something with it 'coz i'm hungry after not eating most of the day.
stomach makes me sick and says "take that bitch"
repeat situation for 3 nights with different foods.
tonight, literally sick of it, i had only safe foods; lettuce, grapes, orange, carrots and odwalla juice.
body grumbled but i won and won't go to bed shakey. thats good atleast.
soo according to ms. faunce carbonated water isn't water.. air bubbles cancels out it being water, somehow.
yup.
and my stomach goes "no, i don't want it."
i go "piss off" and eat it. and some fruit snacks or something with it 'coz i'm hungry after not eating most of the day.
stomach makes me sick and says "take that bitch"
repeat situation for 3 nights with different foods.
tonight, literally sick of it, i had only safe foods; lettuce, grapes, orange, carrots and odwalla juice.
body grumbled but i won and won't go to bed shakey. thats good atleast.
soo according to ms. faunce carbonated water isn't water.. air bubbles cancels out it being water, somehow.
yup.
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shit
Feb. 4th, 2006 | 06:12 pm
music: e.i-glorious
Shit happens. It just happens, and it doesn't exscuse itself; It just says "Ah Ive just happened I'm shit and Im off now".
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sleep?
Jan. 21st, 2006 | 12:30 am
"When I grow up I want to be a waterbed!" -Quote from a tacosauce packet from Tacobell
Opening night was good, got all giddyhappy an' stuff, ate much grease and sugar at Farrels (We got there first! woo!)
Can't remeber any of school today-I know I went to my classes and talked and wrote things (Lame, does anyone really want to read that?)
Wanting to go to bed (But waiting for the damn phone to ring)
Tomorrow doesn't seem like it'll be Saturday at all (Because we have another show)
I love people! (Aside from the few that are really pissing me off)
Way too tired, falling asleep at the keyboard... (Goodnight)
Opening night was good, got all giddyhappy an' stuff, ate much grease and sugar at Farrels (We got there first! woo!)
Can't remeber any of school today-I know I went to my classes and talked and wrote things (Lame, does anyone really want to read that?)
Wanting to go to bed (But waiting for the damn phone to ring)
Tomorrow doesn't seem like it'll be Saturday at all (Because we have another show)
I love people! (Aside from the few that are really pissing me off)
Way too tired, falling asleep at the keyboard... (Goodnight)
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(no subject)
Jan. 7th, 2006 | 01:02 pm
June, please? Honestly do we need the next few months?
God I just want to be the hell out of highschool
Move into my apartment, go to Uni, do study abroad..
I need to go to set construction
:/
God I just want to be the hell out of highschool
Move into my apartment, go to Uni, do study abroad..
I need to go to set construction
:/
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Spookwords
Dec. 21st, 2005 | 06:05 pm
Spookwords
In protest of our "president's" spying on American citizens
[SpookWords]
I am an American citizen. I am not an advocate for terrorism. If called upon by my country, I would gladly defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic. Inclusion of the following list of terms in this personal web log (or email) represents my opposition to the President's domestic spy program as well as my belief in the Bill of Rights and my 1st Amendment rights of free speech.
Al Qaeda, Taliban, Iraq, assassinate, 9/11, bomb, plutonium, George W. Bush, POTUS, uranium, target, airplane, train, bridge, tunnel, ship, building, kidnap, Afghanistan, explosives, C4, nuclear, infidel, Allah, Satan, suicide bomber, echelon, New York, Washington DC, White House, Congress, Senate, satellite, Army, Navy, soldier, insurgent, Osama bin Laden, jihad, police, Secret Service, FBI, National Security Agency, wiretap, surveillance, and Carnivore, Muslim, Jihad …
[/SpookWords]
Anyone think of more to add?
In protest of our "president's" spying on American citizens
[SpookWords]
I am an American citizen. I am not an advocate for terrorism. If called upon by my country, I would gladly defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic. Inclusion of the following list of terms in this personal web log (or email) represents my opposition to the President's domestic spy program as well as my belief in the Bill of Rights and my 1st Amendment rights of free speech.
Al Qaeda, Taliban, Iraq, assassinate, 9/11, bomb, plutonium, George W. Bush, POTUS, uranium, target, airplane, train, bridge, tunnel, ship, building, kidnap, Afghanistan, explosives, C4, nuclear, infidel, Allah, Satan, suicide bomber, echelon, New York, Washington DC, White House, Congress, Senate, satellite, Army, Navy, soldier, insurgent, Osama bin Laden, jihad, police, Secret Service, FBI, National Security Agency, wiretap, surveillance, and Carnivore, Muslim, Jihad …
[/SpookWords]
Anyone think of more to add?
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Dying of laughter
Dec. 16th, 2005 | 01:48 pm
Oh gods, I cannot stop laughing. This is so horrible, so unbelievably riddiculous I almost pissed myself laughing.
Taken from
writers_orgasm, "The Writer's Organisation for Repudiating Glamourously Absurd Sex in Manuscripts", end commentary from 
ravina
To explain the situation a little, Draco apparently did a sex change on Harry and Hermione after casting a geniusly worded spell:
"ACHANGEASEXUS !" Draco screamed.
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Harry started unbuttoning himself out of curiosity.
"What are you doing Harry?"
"Looking at the positive side of this." Harry said with a smile.
Hermoine started doing the same thing, she couldnt handle the curiosity either.
Harry was the first to completely undress.
He rubbed the clit area. This made him moan, he had a vagina.
I just can’t stop giggling at that last sentence.
It’s kinda like that “in bed” or “between the sheets” thing you add to the ends of fortune cookie fortunes, isn’t it?
You will turn to your mother for advice…he had a vagina.
Nothing in the world is accomplished without passion…he had a vagina.
Ignorance never settles a question…he had a vagina.
Behind every good man is another good man…he had a vagina!
Probably that’s my cold medication talking, but I really can’t stop laughing.
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Taken from
writers_orgasm, "The Writer's Organisation for Repudiating Glamourously Absurd Sex in Manuscripts", end commentary from ravinaTo explain the situation a little, Draco apparently did a sex change on Harry and Hermione after casting a geniusly worded spell:
"ACHANGEASEXUS !" Draco screamed.
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Harry started unbuttoning himself out of curiosity.
"What are you doing Harry?"
"Looking at the positive side of this." Harry said with a smile.
Hermoine started doing the same thing, she couldnt handle the curiosity either.
Harry was the first to completely undress.
He rubbed the clit area. This made him moan, he had a vagina.
I just can’t stop giggling at that last sentence.
It’s kinda like that “in bed” or “between the sheets” thing you add to the ends of fortune cookie fortunes, isn’t it?
You will turn to your mother for advice…he had a vagina.
Nothing in the world is accomplished without passion…he had a vagina.
Ignorance never settles a question…he had a vagina.
Behind every good man is another good man…he had a vagina!
Probably that’s my cold medication talking, but I really can’t stop laughing.
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