December 2008
Grindhouse: Planet Terror
If you haven’t seen this movie, you don’t know what GORE is.
Evaluating it, I’d say this movie has horror, drama, comedy, and romance all rolled up into a huge mess that makes one hell of a movie.
Watch it!
So I think I will try, TRY, to start this new year off with a smile and an optimistic mindset, but I do not know how far I will go.
So lately, I really haven’t been up to a whole lot this holiday season.
I’ve realized that I wish I could stand up to others who are hurting my family.
I know that someone in my family, being an adult, hits one of my other family members, being...
happy mouths!
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Best combo ever created.
Famous Blue Raincoat — Leonard Cohen
A...
Dear Mike,
FUCK YOU.
Lately
I seem to have an insatiable hunger to have experienced Woodstock ‘69.
In the car, making a video
a video which I will most likely upload later of Lindsey and I.
silly times!
Lindsey: Why is the camera bouncing so much? Are you high or something?
Me: No but Im listening to Sublime so that must be why.
More truth jargon.
(This is not just about Santa Claus being unreal)
So as some may know, I often question life’s truth and reality.
This evening, I was attending a Christmas party and whaddya know, Santa Claus was there!
I have never seen so many childrens’ faces light up when that man in a red costume waltzed into the room.
It made me remember to catch myself, so as not to spoil this enlightening...
Sickening.
3 year old Caylee Anthony Rest In Peace
Her remains were most recently found.
To all the sick fucks in this world who have no mercy or soul, like the mother that murdered her 3 year old daughter Caylee Anthony, I hope all of you fuckers rot in hell for as long as life dwells in existence you scum bags. Have you no shadow of morality or decency or a fucking heart? How could you take something...
My verbal skills.
I love being able to talk myself out of situations.
Mom: Will you do me a favor?
Me: maybe...
Mom: I need you to wrap Grandpa's present.
Me: What did we get him?
Mom: We got him that Raquel Welsh thing. The Sex Goddess.
Me: ew.
Mom: She's as old as grandma.
Me: ew.
Mom: Will you wrap it please?
Me: I don't think Im emotionally stable enough to do that job.
Mom: oh yeah ok sure.
Me: I dont think you want to mess up my psyche at such a young age.
Mom: Will you just please wrap the present?
Me: .....
(long pause)
Mom: Its all your fault.
Me: Oh. Ok. I see why I was born. To be the scapegoat.
Mom: its all your fault!
Me: (gets up and leaves) Im just gonna go wallow in my own scapegoaty misery.
Mom: Rae I need you to wrap this present!
Me: I TOLD YOU IM EMOTIONALLY UNSTABLE!
XD
My insecurities are overwhelming. I need to get over them. Confidence, if you’re hiding deep down in there, in my heart or mind or soul or wherever you are, now would be a lovely time to come out. I don’t know if I deserve more than what I’ve been given. All I need to do is believe that I do, and I should receive, right? I mean really, this shouldn’t be this difficult. I am...
It is astounding how many different emotions one can feel in a span of 4 days without being bipolar.
I am amazed.
whiner.
I hate hate hate how parents make things worse.
My worst enemies...
-Procrastination
-Jealousy
-Temptation
-Curiosity
-Insecurity
I should work on eliminating them.
Tom Green.
That is one hilarious man.
Loathsome Season.
Call me a complainer, but I fucking hate cold weather.
Plato's Allegory of the Cave
Quite frankly, Plato’s allegory is quite frightening if we take a step back and realize that all we’ve ever known is not “real,” but merely a shadow of things that are “real.”
So in his Allegory of the Cave, there is a cave with prisoners chained at the neck, preventing head movement, and chained at the feet to prevent escape.
This is how they were brought up...
A Peek Into the Conversations of Rachael and...
(discussing a certain peer...)
*DISCLAIMER: if you get offended easily about religion jokes, read no further.*
April: Hes an athlete.
Rachael: I bet he's in band.
April: ...hes like...greek orthodox catholic... A jesus band maybe.. st. Francis band..
Rachael: He probably does colorguard and wears tighty whiteys to bed.
April: He probably prays at dinner and lights little fruity saint candles in his room.
Rachael: He probably wears a chastity belt and eats Jesus crackers for lunch.
April: He probably knows "The Denoument" by heart in Italian and blushes when people say "boobginepenar"
Rachael: I bet he sings Sheryl Crow at Christmas parties and does ballet with another boy.
April: I bet he does gymnastics in spandex and reads the 10 commandments for fun.
Rachael: I bet he has a collection of his favorite bibles and collectible gold edition baby Jesus pez in his room next to his synchronized swimming medals.
April: I bet he has a Jesus quilt on his chastity mattress and matching jesus curtains and puts holy water in his Jesus O's and some kid just farted.
Rachael: He probably bathes in a mixture of rose petals and holy water and gets in his "Jesus Rocks" underwear while watching the best of Star Wars.
April: He probably wears promise rings on all his toes with his "its all fun and games until someone gets damned" socks with a picture of Jesus taped to the inside of his crosstrainers.
Rachael: I bet he goes to bingo night with his grandma and they wear matching "what happens in the promised land stays in the promised land" sweaters.
April: I bet he has a veggie tales lunch box and sleeps in his "jesus is not a crime" ribbed tee and gets off to nuns.
Rachael: He probably sleeps with a stuffed animal of Barney named Moses and his idea of partying is eating animal cookies at 10 pm on a Saturday.
I absolutely love Pink Floyd and find it necessary that everyone should listen to them.
Believe!
I am entrusting my faith in the power of suggestion.
Apparently, this power of suggestion, or “The Secret,” has been very effective for a lot of people so I am going to give it a shot.
Usually, I would be put off if someone told me that I have a weird brain.
But today, someone, who will remain nameless, told me that I just ACT weird, I don’t have a “weird” brain.
And honestly I got defensive of my brain that I think has some pretty strange ways of looking at things, artistically and creatively.
I don’t know. Does this make any sense?
Im feeling really strange. Its like I have no effort to accomplish anything. Its like I cant process a thought and when I do, I lose interest. This isnt like normal sloth or tuning out, this is emptiness.
The Bell Jar
Just finished reading Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar.
Very interesting and considering I love to involve myself in Plath’s work, I could really feel what she described and I could understand the mindset in which she was living. Very amazing woman.
More Than Average Jane.
I feel like I should post more meaningful blogs than I have been.
But then again, I only blog about important things when they occur.
I mean, my life can’t be this boring, can it?
There’s got to be something spicy to post…
ummm….
I got 2 donuts in Spanish Class for my birthday…go me…
I talked to a certain someone who made me smile :D …
I went to my...