Since I happen to be surviving on sandwiches since I moved out, I stumbled across some weird recipes for peanutbutter sandwiches. I find some of them intriguing and some are just disgusting. A deep-fried peanutbutter and jelly with bacon sub is not something I would invest thousands of dollars in, but knowing my weird taste is something I'll be temped to try one day if I ever have bacon lying around (which happens rarely).
I miss you Gypsydog. I miss you more than anything. I'd give anything up to see you again. I forgive you for pooping on my floor 3 times a day and chewing up over 300 dollars worth of underwear and jewelry. It kills me that things have to be this way. Every time I make grits; every time I turn on Animal Planet; Every time I step foot into the backyard or smoke a ciggie; every night when I come home from work- all I can do is miss you. My room is empty without you. I love you Gypsybear, and I hope this isn't the last time I ever see you.
I'm tired of dating slobs. I'm tired of making excuses for my slob boyfriends and why they are slobs and why they can't help but be slobs. You can quit being a slob. This is a reminder of what a slob is and how to figure out if a slob is a slob before they become a slob boyfriend. The word slob looks strange now.
1. Do Not Be Jobless: There is nothing that I hate more than a boyfriend who makes me pay for 90% of the dates we go on and then gets laid. There is nothing I hate more than a boyfriend who makes his girlfriend pay for HIS shit. NOT cool. I don't mind paying for dates, but don't fucking over-do it. I am not your mommy.
2. Do Not Have Bad Credit: Get off your ass and pay your bills on time motherfucker.
3. Do Not Live With Your Mommy: Quit leeching off your family. I can understand it if you're in college or if its necessary because of hard times but don't be a fucking mooch.
4. Do Not NOT Have A Vehicle: I am really REALLY tired of being a busdriver. I don't mind taking you to work or driving us around especially if you're trying to be "environmentally friendly" cause I'm gullable to that one. If you don't have a license cause' you're scared of driving, thats retarded. If you don't have a license because you lost it in a speeding ticket you got 3 years ago that you still haven't paid off, please read #1. If you don't have a car because its been broken and sitting in your driveway for 5 months, its not going to fix itself. For God's sake at least decide if you're going to fix your car or sell it and get another one and fucking do something about it instead of being a fucking mooch and bumming rides from your friends that you probably don't even give gas money to. If you can't drive because your license was taken away for being a felon, then get away from me before I mace you.
5. Do Not Be An Emo: Listen, I respect you. I respect your taste in music. I respect your views on life and controversial issues. Please, do not tell me how deep you are. Deep people, first of all, are intelligent. They are also modest. If you have to tell me that you are deep, you are neither modest or intelligent. Oh, and quit listening to that music about how depressing and difficult life is. You are a white boy living in the suburbs, your life is not depressing or difficult in the least.
6. Do Not Lie To Me: It's not hard to impress me, so just tell shit like it is. Quit telling me you're an FBI agent in hopes of getting into my panties. I'm not retarded.
7. Do Not Ignore Me: If you do any of the above things and I am still dating you anyway, don't EVER ignore me. I will probably make your life a hell of a lot better by helping you fix the problem. If you do choose to ignore the fact that you are a slob, then I won't help you. Enjoy being a 400-pound retarded emo bastard playing Warcraft and living in your mom's basement for the rest of your life.
I'm sorry you're dead. You were really funny. I hope your funeral is really awesome and I hope they bought you a fancy, expensive coffin. Have fun making Jesus, Chris Farley and Liza Minelli laugh. Owait, Liza Minelli isn't dead yet... oh well, have fun with everyone else.
Physical I'm in crappy shape. I'm thin, but thats just because I have no muscle whatsoever. I'm healthy though. Mental My optimism is slowly wearing off. Hopefully I can salvage it before its gone for good. The problem about being an optimist is that you begin to stop caring about things. You are happy about good things, and everything else is just void of emotion. I feel all numbed up. Spiritual Definitely not what it used to be. A few months ago I was crazy about my spiritual side. It's still there, hiding somewhere. I forgot where I put it. Career Full-time student. Doing great at it, too. I'm occasionally working with kids at the daycare, which is great cause I don't hate kids anymore. Social This is the worst of all. It's difficult to balance everything with my social life. I feel like I always have so much stuff I need to get done, and like I never have the time to go out and have fun. I miss being able to go out every night and not worry about what was happening the next day. Family For once in my life, my family is actually working..besides the fact that my dad's girlfriend starts vaccuming the house at 7AM. I've got a great relationship with my mom and pops, my sister and I are best friends, and I can somewhat tolerate my big brother sometimes. Financial This is actually pretty decent right now. I've got a car that works, a college fund that wipes away a lot of my worries about college, and a checking account that actually has more than a handful of pocket change in it.
"The funeral has taken place in the United States of Matthew Shepard, a 21 year-old student, who was savagely beaten to death because he was gay. Friends and family gathered in pouring rain at the church in the town of Casper, Wyoming, where he was baptised.
Matthew had been lured from a campus bar shortly after midnight on October 7 by two men who told him they were gay. He was driven to a remote area near the Sherman Hills neighbourhood east of Laramie, tied to a split-rail fence, tortured, beaten and pistol-whipped by his attackers, while he begged for his life; he was then left for dead in near freezing temperatures. A cyclist who found him on Snowy Mountain View Road at 6:22 pm, some 18 hours after the attack, at first mistook him for a scarecrow. He was unconscious and suffering from hypothermia. His face was caked with blood, except where it had been partially washed clean by tears.
Matthew died at 12:53 am on Monday 12th October 1998, at Poudre Valley Hospital in Fort Collins, Colorado, with his family at his bedside. Hospital officials said Matthew had a fracture from behind his head to just in front of his right ear and a massive brain stem injury which affected his vital signs, including his heart beat, body temperature and other involuntary functions. There were also approximately a dozen small lacerations around his head, face and neck. He was so badly injured in the attack that doctors were unable to operate. He never regained consciousness after being found, and remained on full life support.
Matthew was killed to make a point. His fragile, broken body was left strung up like an animal as a clear message to gay men everywhere. How can someone be so consumed with hatred for a fellow human being that atrocities like this happen? Why is homosexuality even an issue? Why does it excite such feelings of hatred and violence in people, when their lives will never be touched by it? Why is a person's sexuality anyone else's business; and who are we to judge other people?-[1]
"His two assailants, Russell Henderson and Aaron McKinney, were convicted of the crime and imprisoned. During court cases both of the defendants used varying stories to defend their actions. They attempted to use the "gay panic defense", arguing that they were driven to temporary insanity by Shepard's alleged sexual advances toward them. At another point they stated that they had only wanted to rob Shepard and never intended to kill him.
The prosecutor in the case charged that McKinney and Henderson pretended to be gay in order to gain Shepard's trust to rob him.[10] During the trial, Chastity Pasley and Kristen Price (the pair's then-girlfriends) testified under oath that Henderson and McKinney both plotted beforehand to rob a gay man. McKinney and Henderson then went to the Fireside Lounge and selected Shepard as their target. After befriending him, they took him to a remote area of Laramie where they robbed him, beat him severely (media reports often contained the graphic account of the pistol whipping and his smashed skull), and tied him to a fence with a rope from McKinney's truck. Both girlfriends also testified that neither McKinney nor Henderson were on drugs at the time.[11][12]
Henderson pleaded guilty on April 5, 1999, and agreed to testify against McKinney to avoid the death penalty; he received two consecutive life sentences. The jury in McKinney's trial found him guilty of two counts of felony murder. As it began to deliberate on the death penalty, Shepard's parents brokered a deal, resulting in McKinney receiving two consecutive life terms without the possibility of parole.[1]
Henderson and McKinney were incarcerated in the Wyoming State Penitentiary in Rawlins but were transferred to a Nevada prison due to overcrowding. [13]
Henderson and McKinney were not charged with a hate crime, as no Wyoming criminal statute provided for such a charge. The disturbing and brutal nature of Matthew Shepard's murder prompted calls for new legislation addressing hate crime, urged particularly by those who believed that Shepard was targeted on the basis of his sexual orientation.[18][19] Under current United States federal law [20] and Wyoming state law,[21] crimes committed on the basis of sexual orientation are not prosecutable as hate crimes.
In the following session of the Wyoming Legislature, a bill was introduced defining certain attacks motivated by victim identity as hate crimes, but the measure failed on a 30-30 tie in the Wyoming House of Representatives.[22]
At the federal level, then-President Bill Clinton renewed attempts to extend federal hate crime legislation to include gay and lesbian individuals, women, and people with disabilities. These efforts were rejected by the United States House of Representatives in 1999[23]. In 2000, both houses of Congress passed such legislation, but it was stripped out in conference committee.[24]
On March 20, 2007, The Matthew Shepard Act (HR 1592), was introduced as federal bipartisan legislation in the U.S. Congress, sponsored by Democrat John Conyers, with 171 co-sponsors. Matthew's parents, Judy and Dennis, were there at the introduction ceremony. The bill passed the House of Representatives on May 3, 2007. Similar legislation is expected to pass in the Senate,[25] (S 1105) but President Bush has indicated he may veto the legislation if it reaches his desk.[26] This would be President Bush's fourth veto."-[2]
This really surprises me. I'm really not into bashing Bush, but has he been living in a hole for 30 years? Honestly.
So I've just finished my first weekend working in the daycare with 18 demon children and it was pretty hellish. I discovered that toddlers are actually the easiest and babies and kids are the difficult ones. All I heard for five days straight was screaming. All I did for five days was wipe shit off of butts and shove pacifiers in spitty mouths. I was hungry, fatigued, and nauseated. I woke up at 7 every morning and went to sleep at 8 every night. I think the most important thing I realized this week was about Gypsydog. Gypsy is 9-10 months now, so she's about 5 years old in people years. Although Gyps isn't a very well-behaved dog, if she was a child she would be the most wonderful well-behaved child in the world and I love her for that!
Kudos once again to the History channel for having a marathon about all the possible apocalyptic things that could happen at any moment that I would never be able to escape a.k.a the shit-my-pants marathon
I've recently heard the hype about a legendary musician named Daniel Johnston that I have heard no less than rave reviews about. I watched a Youtube video of one of his performances. I am sorry, but this video was one of the most uncomfortable and hideous things I've ever watched or heard. Apparently he is mentally disturbed and the fans insist you're supposed to 'look past' the scary old man and listen past the high-pitched whiny tunes, but honestly I'm not going to listen to ANY music if it makes my eardrums literally burst into hellflames.
♥ Emily and Matt have been romantically-together for a long time. That alone demonstrates a degree of compatibility. Their personality descriptions seem to be in conflict, which may present a challenge. They both drink, so there is no incompatibility there. They are also both gamers. Their astrological signs are in harmony, which is a plus. Their common love of animals is another good thing. Overall, Emily and Matt are highly compatible. They are capable of having a beautiful relationship together. ♥
I've got so much going on lately.
In the past month I have been very busy running around and
graduating but had time to run up to the May Pole Festival
and paint little kids faces and help find mommies and push swings.
There was prom which was amazing (especially the chocolate fondue) and
graduation was amazing except that I had cut my eye and it was not a fun
experience. But if anything or anyone ever told you not to do the whole
graduation and walking thing, then ignore that because its one of those
amazing memorable moments you will always look back on. There was LeMon Bee
Fest which was really cool and turned out awesome and I met a bunch of
people I didn't expect to meet, and I painted faces again and blew
bubbles and hula hooped with all the little kids while their parents
got wasted. Still a fun experience though. Went to the Renaissance Festival
with a TON of my friends and I really wish we hadn't gone on the last
day because it was so fun and I wish I could go again. I bought one
of those creepy puppet things that sits on your shoulder and it has
a black body with green glitter, its fur is blue and white and it has
orange and blue butterfly wings covered in glitter. Very cool.
I've gone up to 5 Points at least 6 times since school got out and
I am really enjoying going up there now because I meet someone cool
every time. Matt and I went up to see his friend Amanda and she has
this amazing wood-finished 5-story town house up by Emory and it
is probably one of the coolest places on earth. So for the next couple
weeks I am pretty busy- I plan on going camping a few times with my
friends, and there has been talk of going Kayaking and possibly going
up to Helen to go inner tubing down a mountain. A good friend that has
moved out to the Cayman Islands has invited Matt and I to come out and
stay in his house for as long as we'd like. Matt and I are also going to
Daytona Beach, Florida next week from Monday to Sunday and we plan on
driving to Islands of Adventure and Universal Studios to entertain ourselves.
I'd also like to check out some parks and maybe camp if its at all a possibility.
Week after Daytona, I will be working for 2 weeks at the summer ArtSmart camp
with Mrs. Conway in her drama class which should be interesting. Then the
next week is July 4th week and thats Boogie week! I'm pretty excited about
Boogie. I still need to apply to Perimeter very soon because I've got to
keep the ball rolling and put in early registration so I don't get stuck
with midnight classes or something rediculous.
I'm watching the VH1 Rock Honors and Phil Colins is performing and the crowd is literally dead. He's just singing and they're just staring at him in a confused daze and no one is moving. It's a little creepy.
The Star is one of the great cards of faith, dreams realised
The Star is a card that looks to the future. It does not predict any immediate or powerful change, but it does predict hope and healing. This card suggests clarity of vision, spiritual insight. And, most importantly, that unexpected help will be coming, with water to quench your thirst, with a guiding light to the future. They might say you're a dreamer, but you're not the only one.
Thank god for Garret of Mrs. Wages 2nd period British Literature class for informing me that the liver is located in the posterior lower back. Garret has a vast knowledge of human anatomy for the reason that he is majoring in Spousal Abuse at Ignorant Redneck Douchebag Academy in Bumblefuck, GA.
Oh yea, and night before last I dreamed that extra-terrestrials came to earth and for some reason made it so that all cats would continuously poop non-stop for eternity. They weren't evil aliens, and the aliens actually had to come and kill your cat to end the pooping. So we called the aliens and they killed all of my cats and I was really upset. Then the aliens got a call that they were taking over the earth and I began to run from them. I escaped a couple of times but when they finally caught me, they killed me. Suddenly I was being reborn and birthed yet I still had all of my memories and mentality of when I was an adult.
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