I'm a dork
Yeah so I just figured out how to post on here XP gah I'm such a dork. ^.^ You love me anyway XP

Ash-chan

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Juvenile Outbursts
You gotta love it when someone has a relationship so fucked up that, when its FINALLY over, they bounce back and forth between wanting to stay friends with their ex and never wanting to have anything to do with them again. They even ask you to keep tabs on their ex for them. And then, when they're on one of their anti-ex tangents, they start targetting people removed from the situation who have remained in touch with the person in question. And THEN, when you refuse to choose between them, they take you off of their friends lists in a juvenile outburst of trying to cause hurt to the innocent person caught in the middle.

NEWSFLASH, PEOPLE WHO DO THAT::: IT DOESN'T HURT US! IT DOES NOTHING AT ALL TO US!!! IN THE LONG RUN, IT HURTS YOU AND ONLY YOU!! GROW UP!

And THEN they have the gall to start bitching about what makes a good friend. Understanding, yes. Loyalty, of course. Acceptance, definately. But making someone choose between you and someone else is pushing it. Especially when the friend on trial actually hangs out with you and only converses with the other online.

*sighs* This is exactly why I hate people.

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Dipshit...
Okay, this is a good one.
First of all, if you've read my recent blog entry, you know that I have eczema and that it's rearing its ugly head at the moment all across my neck and the lower half of my face, so it isn't as if I can hide it from sight. If you have eczema yourself or know someone else who has it, then you know that it is NOT contagious - you can't pass it on to anyone, you have to be born with it.
Here it is:
I went to the store because I was out of SweetTarts and there was a few other patrons there (the workers know me, so I don't count them). Of the other customers, only one of them did not stare at my eczema. The other four did. As I waited in line to pay, one of them edged away from me and I got annoyed. I gave her a nasty look and rolled my eyes at her actions. Well, SHE was giving ME nasty looks, too, then I heard her say something about how rude and inconsiderate I am to go out in public with such a contagious rash. I lost my patience, but not my self control (thankfully). I told her, "It's eczema, you moron." And she said, "Yeah - eczema is contagious." I said, "No, it isn't! It's a skin disorder that one has to be born with - *it* *is* *not* *contagious*." And then she got all haughty, "Well, *I'M* a NURSE, so I yhink I know more about it than you do." Then she left (but not before the cashier - another eczema sufferer - gave her a VERY nasty look and a cold "have a nice day") and the patron that hadn't stared at my skin said very clearly (with raised eyebrows), "Remind me not to go to the office or hospital she works at - she's a crappy nurse." The other three customers had been backing away from me as she and I exchanged words, which was stupid in and of itself, but that's their problem, not mine. I hope they spend the next few weeks running to the doctor for every stray itch.

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Hearing Loss and Feedback
Okay, so my sister came over with the twins and my mom was pleased, but whenever she and Debbie come within speaking distance of each other, it is amazing what they hear. I mean, you can say that the "wind up here sucks" and they'll hear "have wind-up sex". THAT is what I mean when I say that it's amazing what they hear. It isn't annoying or anything in itself - it's actually very amusing, but it's when that starts interfering with their other senses that it gets annoying. They were on their way out the door and my mom was looking for her sunglasses. I looked at the dinner table, where a pair was sitting next to the newspaper, and said, "Are those they?" She looks at the kitchen island and says, "What sunglasses? There aren't any here." That's when I did a Carlos Mencia and "Dee dee-dee"ed my mom before I told her to go to the TABLE and look behind the NEWSPAPER. Well, she lost her sense of humor right then and there. *rolls eyes* Yeesh!
What's worse is, she said something as she was leaving - keep in mind, I'm here at the computer with the radio on and SHE is going through the garage, walking AWAY from me, and, once again, forgetting that I CAN'T HEAR HER WHEN SHE MUMBLES. *face-vaults* Oi vey... *sigh* She ends her little mumble session with, "Remember that for me, okay, Megan?" By this time, she's at the car. So, before I can get up to go to her and ask her to repeat what she had said, she's in the car and down the driveway. I turned up the radio and decided that, if it was really important, she would have stood next to me, where I can hear her, and told me to make sure I got it.



Another thing, and totally unrelated to the beginning of this post, is that I hate it when I post a poem or something like that and ask for feedback and get almost none. I wouldn't be putting it here for all to see if I didn't want feedback, dammit!
*hugs Ash-chan* Except for you, hon - you rock.

Well, that's it for now, I guess. I COULD continue, but then this would end up achieving dictionary-rivaling length and your eyes would hate me.

~~~~~
Deuskyren
Avalon
Maxwell-
Noventa
~~~~~

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Homophobia
As I said, this community is here so we can vent about things that annoy us. Here's my next one, also posted by a friend (not the abortion-bulletin friend, this one was posted by Sarah) and it makes me sick. Anyone who knows me will know why it makes me sick. Human is human, no matter what their sexual orientation.

the original bulletin:

I am the boy
who never finished high school,
because
I got called a fag
everyday


I am the girl
who was kicked out of her home
because
I confided in my mother
that I am a lesbian.


I am the prostitute
working the streets
because
nobody will hire
a transsexual woman.


I am the sister
who holds her gay brother
tight
through the
painful,
tear-filled
nights.


We are the parents
who buried
our daughter
LONG
before her time.


I am the man
who died alone
in the hospital
because they would not let my partner
of twenty-seven years
into the room.


I am the foster child
who wakes up
with nightmares
of being taken away
from the two fathers
who are the only loving family
I have ever had.
[[~I wish they could adopt me.~]]


I am
NOT
one of the lucky ones.
I killed myself
just weeks
before graduating high school.
It was simply
too much to bear.


We are the couple
who had the realtor
hang up
on us
when she found out
we wanted to rent
a one-bedroom
for two men.


I am the person
who never knows
which bathroom I should use
if I want to avoid
getting the
management
called on me.


I am the mother
who is not allowed
to even visit the children
I
bore,
nursed,
& raised.
The court says
I am an unfit mother
because I now
live with another woman.


I am the domestic-violence survivor
who found the support system
grow suddenly
cold & distant
when they found out
my abusive partner
is also a woman.


I am the domestic-violence survivor
who has
no
support system
to turn to
because I am male.


I am the father
who has
never
hugged his son
because I grew up
afraid to show affection
to other men.


I am the home-economics teacher
who always wanted to teach gym
until someone told me
that only
lesbians
do that.


I am the woman
who died
when the EMTs
stopped treating me
as soon as they realized
I was transsexual.


I am the person
who feels guilty
because I think
I could be a much better person
if I didnt have to always deal with
society hating me.


I am the man
who stopped attending church,
not because I don't believe,
but because
they closed their doors
to my kind.


I am the person
who has to hide
what this world
needs most,
love.


I am the person
ashamed
to tell my own friends
im a lesbian,
because
they constantly
make fun of them.


I am the boy
tied to a fence,
beaten to a bloody pulp
and left to die
because two straight men
wanted to
"teach me a lesson"



((I don't think any comment is necessary, do you? This pretty much speaks for itself.))

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Abortion
A bulletin was posted by a friend of mine on MySpace and it pissed me off. You know why when you get to the all-caps at the end of the original bulletin.






What I read:


pregnancy: a result of having sex so before u take the chance of doing this, read this story and remember this should never be an option



Here is an actual account of a nurse who witnessed a partial birth abortion:

In September 1993, Brenda Pratt Shafer, a registered nurse with thirteen years of experience, was assigned by her nursing agency to an abortion clinic. Since Nurse Shafer considered herself "very pro-choice," she didn't think this assignment would be a problem. She was wrong. This is what Nurse Shafer saw:
"I stood at the doctor's side and watched him perform a partial-birth abortion on a woman who was six months pregnant. The baby's heartbeat was clearly visible on the ultrasound screen. The doctor delivered the baby's body and arms, everything but his little head. The baby's body was moving. His little fingers were clasping together. He was kicking his feet. The doctor took a pair of scissors and inserted them into the back of the baby's head, and the baby's arms jerked out in a flinch, a startle reaction, like a baby does when he thinks that he might fall. Then the doctor opened the scissors up. Then he stuck the high-powered suction tube into the hole and sucked the baby's brains out. Now the baby was completely limp. I never went back to the clinic. But I am still haunted by the face of that little boy. It was the most perfect, angelic face I have ever seen."

But what about if the baby had been aborted at a younger age.. say 6 weeks? When the baby is this young, doctors use the Saline Method, where they inject a salty saline solution into the mother's womb. You would think it would just poison the baby, but it actually burns it to death. Even though the baby is so young, on ultrasounds of the abortion, the fetus is seen pulling away from the poison as it is injected.. obviously wanting to stay alive.


Think about that before you say that unborn children can't feel pain.

PASS THIS ON IF YOU BELIEVE ABORTION IS WRONG.

Life is life, no matter how small.

SOMEBODY SHOULD DO THIS TO ALL OF THE FULL GROWN PEOPLE WHO BELIEVE THAT ABORTIONS ARE OK





What I responded:


Nobody is pro-abortion. No woman wakes up every day and wonders how many babies she can kill in her lifetime as a goal to achieve. That kind of decision is the hardest decision a woman will ever have to make and whatever she decides to do will effect her emotionally, mentally, and physically for the rest of her life. As for this story of partial-birth abortion, the author didn't note whether this was a case of high-risk pregnancy or not, which I find something odd to omit - high risk pregnancies are a danger to not only the baby, but the mother as well and the decision to have their pregnancy terminated is theirs alone and none of anyone else's business. It's a hard enough decision to make without having complete strangers judge you loudly for it without knowing the full circumstances of the mother's situation. I counted it as an option when I was pregnant and, even though I went with adoption instead, it was my decision to make - not yours, not anyone elses, but mine. Does that make me a bad person? The only ones abusing the abortion option are the teenage girls who fuck more than they study and/or will do anything to keep their little boyfriends. And that's all I have to say about that.

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How to De-bored yourself part 1
This is gonna be a short one, but when I get bored enough, I go to the library and choose an isle at random. I then browse the isle to get a feel for what's there, then I choose a section, close my eyes, and choose a book at random. I don't look at it until I'm checking it out. I take it home and read it - maybe two or three times, if it was interesting enough - and my boredom is fed, however temporarily.

This time around I chose three books:
1) "the Psychic Battlefield; A History of the Military-Occult Complex" by W. Adam Mandelbaum [review will be posted upon completion]

2) "Enlightening the World" by Philipp Blom [ditto]

3 "Magick, Mayhem, and Mavericks; A Spirited History of Physical Chemistry" by Cathy Cobb [I actually already read this one once before, but I wanted to read it again.]

I'll let everyone know how it goes later, but I urge you all to try this out some time - if you do it how I said - completely random - then you'll find yourself learning som epretty interesting things you never knew you never knew.

-Deus

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Holy wow, you're here!
This is the place, alright. Here is where we vent, where we bitch, where we say everything that needs to be said in a valient, if somewhat feeble attempt to save humanity. We are a small group now, but Hell just might freeze over and we just might someday outnumber the morons that (at the moment) outnumber us. Maybe... possible... *snorts* Yeah, right. Well, at least we have eachother...

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