Okay, well, I've basically given up on MySpace. I mean, look at all the adds on it now! It looks like shit and I'm not going to deal with it trying to load on my dial-up.

So, anyway, I've been blogging on my site lately. It's been up for a while, I dropped a link on here before, but no one seems to care enough to register for anything. Well, I love you guys too. -,-*


So, I'll be leaving it up to you guys on whether or not you'll bother registering for anything. Sure, I'd like it and, if anyone's interested, you can have your own blogging account on mine. It looks nice and it is for more than one person, if you want.

Anywho, I'll be going now. I have to go do a whole lot of nothing again.

Welp, the one person that's gotten me many a blog response and readers is leaving MySpace soon. It is sad and a lot of people are going to miss him not just for his contest, but for his outstanding writing abilities. MySpace is losing an all-'round great user.

And, with his leaving, there are the contests left that he is no longer going to be able to do. He is looking for someone to leave them to, in good hands of course. Currently, I'm trying to think of how well I would actually do on the Blog of the Week (BotW) front myself.

I have yet to ever win a contest and I would still want to blog my own personal opinions on things like I have been, though I wonder if that in itself would deter people from viewing and posting like they do on Je's blog. Perhaps it is time for it to become a group and not just hidden away in someone's blog?

That, I do not know. What I do know is that I plan on buying a domain name again in a few moments and then using my host once again. I have not done this in some time and I wonder if any of my data is still there. Nevertheless, I will just work on what I have been doing offline in my spare time and do my little personal website for my poetry and writings, just because I can.

Though I would enjoy being able to show off other people's work, I doubt I know enough about the people as a whole that use the BotW and Poegasm to do either. But, I'd still like to and will still do my own site, no matter what.

Oh well, I know enough about MySpace that I guess I could do something like that, but it's more dependent upon the people than me. If no one wanted to have me run it, then I wouldn't because that wouldn't be right.. At least to them. I'm too big on democracy and voting for things and such, so I can't just up and say, "Hey, I'd like to do this and I know I could!" because I'm not that cocky.

Well, that's really all I can say. I'd like to do it, sure, but I doubt I've been around long enough for the people to accept me as a new "leader" of something like that. Sure, I'd love responses of "That's not true!" and stuff, but that's not what I'm expecting. Just know that I'd be here if the need arises for a Blog Captain, and I'll be blogging away in the meantime.

So, watching the news makes me think weird things sometimes..

There is currently a man rambling on about how pop culture should show more about terrorists and such to reflect what is going on in today's society. That fear is running rampant and we are thinking too much about the end of the world and, therefore, are just being our end that much closer.

How nice of him. 

Okay, in all seriousness, we do have a tendency to think that way now, but look around us. I mean, it's been five years since September 11^th and we're [America] at war, not to even mention the whole North Korea nuclear weapons scandal.. Even when I was watching the news earlier and they were talking about that plane that crashed into a New York high-rise building—the first thing that everyone thought of was 9/11.

Today we live in fear. Yes, it is true. No one may want to admit to it, but we do. As Americans, we had not been attacked by anyone on our own soil since Pearl Harbor, save the Americans that have attacked our own. Being the world superpower that we are, we tend to live and think that nothing could possibly touch us, and then—BOOM—five years ago that all changed.

I know my first thoughts about 9/11 were pretty basic and instinctive: I had expected another American to have done it. Like the Oklahoma City Building, that sort of thing. When they first started talking about it being an outside party, a third-world country, I was outraged. At least if it was some of our own, it made more sense to me.

That's when it first struck me, I believe. I was upset; I had been taking tests all day in school and did not find out about anything until sometime past eleven o'clock. My teacher and classmates had to break the news to me, and they were trying to get me to sit down. I refused. I wanted to know now, and I did not need them to sugar coat it for me. 

I do recall storming out of the room. I left, walked right out the door and into the hallway, without bothering to ask. I was just too flustered, perplexed, and just generally goddamn confused. As I walked up the hallway, I remember hearing an airplane. I have never been so afraid of that noise in my entire life. Every time that day I heard that familiar noise that I was so sure was a plane, I think I ducked and looked around. I had never been afraid to just walk around like I was then.

Recalling something I said later that day, I know my grandfather probably thought the same thing when Pearl Harbor occurred, as he was about the same age as I then. "I never thought this would happen in my lifetime." That, I realize now, was me just being generally ignorant. There is no place in the world that is completely safe, though I surely thought so since I was a teenager born and raised in America. 

Another thing that scared me like nothing else before it was about a month later. Planes were flying again and it was perfectly fine. Well, as fine as everything could be after something like that. I live about five miles away from one of the largest power plants in this area. Sure, I had thought about it after 9/11; like what would happen if they started targeting smaller places like that.

Anyway, a little plane, a tiny crop duster, was flying really, really low and went over the house. I was outside in the yard when I saw it flying in the general direction of the power plant. I literally dropped to my knees and covered my head. My heart skipped more than one beat, I'm sure, because I was so scared. It absolutely terrified me. 

Of course, it flew off and turned away, but it was just the mere thought that scared me to death.

Now, I'm not much one for America or the war in Iraq or anything of that sort, so I'll just stay out of that one. I'm not about to start rambling on and on about what I think is right or wrong, because I can do that anytime. Currently, I'm just going over my past thoughts of 9/11 since that little plane hitting that building today made me think about it again as well. 

Why did I start on about this after mentioning apocalyptic scenarios? Well, if you haven't figured it out completely, then allow me to spell it out for you: With all the things that have happened in the course of five years, pop culture has become accustomed to the thoughts and fears of our ends.

That is, since we have dealt with so much, not just here in America but everywhere in the world, our fears are seeping into the movies and stories and everything else because they reflect what goes on in the real world. 

People write out their nightmares and worst fears because it helps us all. Somehow, having it out were others can read it and see if they would know what to do or have even the faintest idea of what to do, keeps us sane and thinking about the future in the most positive way we can in times like this—planning ahead through media.

Who knows, maybe the wild and crazy ideas in the movies of how to save us from asteroids will actually make someone think and create an efficient way of doing so. If you think about it that way, maybe when pop culture acts out like this with all the "end of days" scenarios, we'll figure out a way to save ourselves when that time comes.

If you bloody can't guess who this is by, you need to be beaten.
Extra points if you can name the chara that said it! (Which you should!)

Murphy's Law: 

Whatever can happen will happen, and it will usually be the worst-case scenario.
AKA
"If there are two or more ways to do something, and one of those ways can result in a catastrophe, then someone will do it."

Alright then. Simply put, everything that you can possibly ever think will occur in a day will occur on a bad day, because that's what happens. Sure, that doesn't necessarily make sense, but that's not the point—the point is that the most horrible things are going to happen when one least expects it. 

It's a common worst-case scenario setup: Every possible thing will go wrong, more than likely one after another. Now, surely this cannot be true. But, tis a sad world and many a man can tell a story of how a bad day went from just a tad bit off to total misery.

Everyone has those days though; that one day of the year when nothing seems to go your way, right from the start.

You wake up on the wrong side of the bed,
you have a bad hair day from hell,
traffic jams make you late to work,
working overtime with annoying people,
getting into a fender-bender on your drive home,
burning your dinner,
there's no hot water for your shower,
and you can't get to sleep.

But, in the end, tomorrow has to be better. 

Every person has those off days. It's completely normal. There's no way to make it better or make it go by faster; one just has to take it as it comes and deal. Sure, it's going to suck right that moment, but after a while it might not seem quite so bad. One might even look back upon it later and laugh, but maybe not. Maybe one would learn and not get in a situation like that again, but that's for the individual to decide, of course.

So, no matter how horrible, no matter how bad, no matter what happens—you know it's going to get better eventually and that (though yesterday, today, or tomorrow may have been the worst day of your life) there will be a day that's better, brighter, and happier than that. Look forward to that day, not back or now to this horrible one. 

so, again I am too lazy to type HR into the HTML and make a damn horizontal line

I don't really have a reason to why I wrote that (all of the above) besides I'm just in the blogging mood and/or in "one of those" moods. Who knows? I am female afterall. ;D

We've all heard stories about girls that dress as boys and so forth, and we might know a couple in our lifetimes. These people are true to the feelings they have on the inside, rather than allowing themselves to be held back by what they are born with.

Oh, I know, very few people seem to think this way. These people are labeled gays, fags, freaks, and so forth, but the thing is that they are what they want to be, which very few of us in today's world can honestly say.

Just because a person is born a male does not mean he automatically lusts for females. Sometimes things just don't work out the way people want them to, and this is what seems to upset society as a whole.

Now, as for "fags" as some of you would refer to them as, they are no different than anyone else. Just because they enjoy the company of the same sex rather than the opposite sex, should mean nothing to anyone but them. It is their life to live and enjoy as they wish, so I do not believe that anyone's opinion but their own matters.

Besides the general gay issue at hand, people seem extremely bothered by the fact that many same-sex couples wish to be married. Do the people that not want them to be wed really understand all the things that come along legally when two people become a union? If one is sick, then the other's insurance should be able to support their partner, no matter what sex they both are. If they wish to be with each other "unto death" then they should have those same legal rights.

Now, now, I understand that many people that are against this because being "gay" is not allowed, because of your religions. If that is what you think and you believe that marriage itself is a union between two people, law, and God—then it is understood that you want no part in them allowed in your churches, to be married in your churches, and to never have them donate money to your churches ever again. That will take care of them and keep them from you and your religion. 

Well, there are some churches that are fine and dandy with same-sex couples, and I wonder if they really have so much of a problem with the marriage idea. I do not know from personal experience, so I do not have much to say about them.

Back to same-sex couples having the same legal rights as "normal" couples. If no one wants them to be able to wed, per say, then why not create something new that has the same functionality? 

Without allowing them the rights as other individuals, are we not taking away some of their rights as human beings? Are we basically telling them that it is wrong to love, to cherish, to be—just because they managed to fall in love with someone of the same gender?

Perhaps it is time for us to all look around at the situation: There are happy, joyous gay couples in most places now, enjoying themselves the best they can. They can deal with what people say about them and endure the abuse, and still love each other for who they are. Everyone is distinctive in their personalities and I do not see what is wrong for one person to truly love another, no matter what the circumstances may be. 

If we do not allow same-sex couples to have at least some of the rights as married couples, then we are holding them back from those rights. Whether or not one's religion is in the way of that should not matter, because if God is real, then he will love everyone for who they are on the inside and how they lived their lives to the fullest, even if they had to change a few things to get by happily.

There is only one more point that I wish to bring up while I am on this subject: Adoption. Now, why is it that same-sex couples are not supposed to raise children? Is it that people really believe that the children will become "gay" just because they have two mothers or two fathers? If so, they should look around and check the grown children of couples that did raise their children that way. A lot of them are normal in every way, except they have a lot more tolerance than most.

To not allow babies and children that have no one in this world the right to a loving family, just because of the stigma that society has put on same-sex couples is wrong. There are children everywhere that are born that need that love and nurturing family setting, no matter what it consists of.

We once thought that marriage was forever. Some people still think this and will only marry once. Some do not believe in divorce because it's wrong in their religion. If it is suddenly right for couples to divorce and get remarried as many times as they want in the name of the churches at which they respectively go to, then why is it that we still keep same-sex couples back from the doors? Why are they still not allowed to love in the open like other people are?

Being "gay" is not something you can catch. It is not like the flu that goes around. If you sit on the same toilet seat that a gay person sits on, you're not going to catch it from them. It's not something you can just catch: Some people seem to be born like that, while others just fall for that special someone—that just happens to be the same gender as them. Is that really so wrong?

Okay, if this story doesn't make you sick, then you might just have something wrong with you.

I just got done watching a show that discussed the death of an individual that did nothing wrong but look different than the boy that murdered him. As bad as that sounds in itself, I was absolutely disgusted at the way the town they all lived in took it. 

Okay, so, this kid that has a Mohawk and looks/is into the punk scene is obviously is evil because of the way he dresses. (Mind you, I'm being sarcastic.) I was treated like that throughout school. I never had the money to get good clothes like everyone else wore, so after middle school I started customizing them so I didn't look like everyone else. That was my form of individuality, and though some people liked it—my parents were fine with it—there were always that select group of people at school that picked on me because of it. They thought that I worshipped Satan and was into the occult and all that wonderful stuff that people have a tendency to think when they have no contempt of who you really are, so, I took this horrific story to heart.

He dropped out of school his junior year because the jocks at the school kept picking on him. The way his friends were talking, it seemed that he was jumped by people at least every week, just because he was so different looking.

The thing that really gets me on this one is that his family was very religious. How horrible is that in itself? I mean, usually people automatically think that people that dress in black and wear spikes and such are Satan worshippers, but for him and his family to be that religious and for those people to still think that seems really horrible to me. I always thought people picked on me in school and said those things because they knew that my family and I do not attend church and are not the most remotely religious. How can a community that is generally based around God not notice someone for who they really are and not for how they appear on the outside? 

This poor man went to a local restaurant that he and his friends would go to for coffee and such, only to be heckled and have things thrown at them by a large group of jocks from local high schools in the area that had been trying to start something for a few weeks. In the melee that ensued after they attempted to leave, he was caught alone in a group of men that basically tried to beat the hell out of him or possibly kill him. It was not just a one-on-one thing—there were many people with weapons trying to beat him and his friends. His friends finally got to him by fighting their way to him, but he was alive at this point. This beating was just one of many that he had endured over the years and wouldn't have killed him. What came next did.

Some of his friends were trying to avoid a Cadillac that had been seemingly trying to hit them. The car did manage to hit this 19-year-old and not just run him over, no, it ran him over, drug him under the car onto the curb, and then went in reverse. As we should all know, it's not like going in reverse is something that one can accidentally do, so this cannot really be labeled as an "accident" at this point. 

His older brother picked him up, what was left of his body face and mangled body at this point, only to hear him say "I love you" right before he died. Now, that is absolutely horrendous—having to deal with your little brother dying in your arms knowing that you can't do anything to save him.

Now, on top of all this, obviously the man that ran him over drove off. He was a local high school football player. He was a "good kid" that everyone liked. His friends thought it was horrible that he went to jail because of this event. I'm sorry, but the tissue of the man he ran over was found on the bottom of his car. The girl in the car with him when it happened testified against him. He said some of the worst things that someone in the position to be found guilty should have ever said. He basically dug himself into a hole, first saying that he was trying to protect a friend by hitting him, but upon realizing that the statement was badly flawed; saying that it was an accident, which was tossed out the window when they mentioned to the jury that he went in reverse.

 So, it would seem rather obvious that he would be found guilty of murder, no? There were witnesses, character witnesses, the car which was the murder weapon, his own statements, and it all made sense to find him guilty. But, no—he was found guilty of manslaughter and, here's the kicker, got ten years probation.

He is in jail now, because he was caught drinking underage and fled from the police to hide it, but, still, if this doesn't seem like an outrage, I don't know what does. 

Anyone that was ever picked on for being different can most likely relate to his story. He was described as a kind-hearted boy that loved his family and, most importantly to me; he just wanted to teach tolerance to those around him.

He could have cut his hair the way everyone else did, he could have wore the same clothes that the popular kids did, he could have been just like everyone else—but he didn't, and he was killed for it.

Okay, I just have a little bit to say. XD XD XD

Seriously, complaining is something that people have blogs for. It's really quite simple to get around it on mine:


If you don't like the fact that I am someone that loves to complain about shit that happens in my life, then don't bother reading it.

There are several people out there that read this simply because they want some reason to bitch back at me and find things to poke fun of me on. I know this and I accept it as fact. But, there are other people in the world besides you, so learn to grow up just a tad. ;D

There are lots of other people out there that will care enough to listen to you complain about their complaining, so go bother them. I only have some of my blogs public because I am getting tired of having to delete so many ignorant comments from people like you.

Now, that's really about all I have to say to a certain number of absolute morons out there, and we all know who you are. Actually, I'm pretty sure that every damn one of you is on my blocked list. XD

So, do not bother attempting to annoy me any farther, because, as we all know at this point in time, agruing on the internet is very, very stupid. Enjoy yourselves though, for I understand that you will all find someone else to flame and annoy in your lives, because that is what people like you live for.

Tootles. XD

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(Brought to you by: Maybe You Shouldn't Drink So Much, the group here to embarass you at every step towards intoxicated inlightenment.)

So, I'm posting this as my new blog for today, 'cause it'll take me that long to finish it. And it's one of my quote important unquote ones. Yeah, I usually say the "quote/unquote" thing in my head, but I don't generally type it out.

By the way, Tigger just came into my room and starting pawing at the catnip bag in my floor. He is currently looking around my room as though he sees things and is suddenly paranoid as fuck.


So, about the title. Yes, I heart me some Hot Pockets, especially the pizza ones. Yeah, I heart my pepperoni.

Well, back to the whole title thing. You see, my grandmother bought a few of the sub ones the other day 'cause they were on sale and we're a cheap family--really. So, I ate both of them in one setting, so she asked if I liked them. Well, dur.

Now, since I went and said that, our second refigerator (refered to in this house as an "icebox") on the back porch is now packed with them. The freezer (the top half) is over-flowing with Hot Pockets and can barely hold any other microwavable items.

Sure, there is quite a deverse selection--there are pepporoni subs, meatball subs, ham + egg + cheese, four cheese, egg + bacon, egg + bacon + cheese, ham + egg + cheese + bacon, and a lot more than that.. I'm just going by what I read last time I checked and making up things along the way.

So, one might ask the question: "Why did she buy so many Hot Pockets?"

& the answer is a simple one. My grandmother believes that, for some reason, if someone in this household says they like some type of food, that she must buy as many of that item as she can put in the cart.

Yeah, this doesn't seem to make sense, now does it?

I've explained to her, my mother has explained to her, everyone has explained to her that this is not the way it works. Because, as anyone that has eaten too much of one type of food knows all too well, people will get sick and tired of that item very quickly and it will go to waste.

I have so many boxes of Hot Pockets in the freezer that I know I cannot possibly eat, but I can beat you all money that she will buy more on Friday when she goes shopping.

..This is a good reason to why I am currently eating popcorn.

'Cause they really do want to eat your souls.
But, they'd like it better if you just gave it up.

Yeah, I added that 'cause it was creepy as hell and a poll on my profile page. Sorry I had to get one that links off-site, but I don't have my hosting up and going again quite yet. Otherwise, I would have made it myself.

So, what else do I have to say?
Those little flying fetuses on Metalocalypse were scary enough, without them turning towards the screen and hissing with evil teeth.

Yeah.
XP

I've been awake working on my blog. I sent crap to the MySpace people with ideas, but until then, I'll be doing it on my own.

I have changed a lot of my stuff around on the permissions.
I have decided that most of you can go to hell and stop reading my blogs if you want to stay out of my life.
Seriously, if you want nothing to do with me, don't bother reading my blogs you sick fucks.

Besides that, anyone that does give a damn and is not on my friends list can always send an invite.
I'm not hiding everything, just my daily shit that not everyone in the world has to fucking read,
'cause, like I said, some of you are just sick fucks.

I'm still a daily blogger and still ramble on about the same ol' shit,
but just not for everyone to read.

I'm just not in the mood to deal with people that only post comments to hurt me any longer. I don't do it to anyone, so I don't see the point in them doing it to me.
I guess I'm just the better person in this situation.