With Their Tanks and Their Bombs

( stolen from Miche's facebook )

I went to all of my old journals, looking for my poetry journal. I've been investigating for about an hour and a half. Finally found it--edens_daughter. Deleted and purged. GRRRREEEEAAAATTTT.

I didn't waste that time or anything. /sarcasm

Today is JBrizzy's BDizzy!!!! Happy BDizzy, JBrizzy!

Yes, I just typed that twice, solely because I liked how it sounded. So shoot me.

Spent about 3-4 hours playing board games w/ K, Ms. Mo, and Mr. K yesterday. That was superfrickenfun. Like whoa. We played Cranium first, and the Mos beat the pants off of the Kens. It was ridiculous. They didn't even stand a chance because Ms. Mo and I spend so much time together, we're on the same wavelength. We can predict each other's thoughts even. That means I know what she's thinking before she thinks it. We're that good. They tried to put up a fight, but it was so unbalanced, it wasn't even fair. :P

Then we played electronic LIFE, aka LIFE, Twists and Turns. I think that's the name of it. Ken beat our butts at that, but it so wasn't fair. He had, like, a trillion dollars.

Super fun at Aunt Belle's, too. Everyone was very happy to see us, as we haven't been around in ages and ages. They didn't fuss that much, though, so it was okay.

Also! Got my hippie skirts today!!!!! I love them so fruggin much it's ridonkulonkulous. I want to buy like a trillion more of them. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm just filled with excitement.


Goodbye now.

I don't think I could possibly have had a better birthday weekend. It was super awesomewonderfulperfect!!!

Longer update to come; as for now, I'm feeling quite lazy and a bit hungover, so I'm gonna do other things now.

bored.

No sleep last night. At all. And this is how I'm going to embark on a 12+ hour work day. Fun times.

I'm extremely bored because Dave, Laura, and Ashley have left for the Walk for the Cure, and Ms. Monty went back to bed...blah.

So I crept into the bedroom and whisked away Mr. Ken's laptop. And now I'm sitting here, typing around without really much to say.

Just picked out about $50 worth of Mary Kay makeup that K's sister is selling. Wonder if he'll let me buy it, or if he'll say we can't spend any money? Maybe I'll tempt him with the alluring opportunity to buy a "vija" game. That'll probably work. lol. Then when he reads this, he'll be like, "Hey!"

This clock next to me is ticking so loud. Like the sound of my sleeplessness. Tick tock, tick tock, you suck, tick tock.

So, I caught the tail end of Xavier, Renegade Angel last night. My favorite two quotes were the title of this entry, and "Your brain is smarter than your legs are. You shouldn't enter your legs in any spelling bees anytime soon."

Is spelling bee two words or one? Is it bee, like the bug or Bea, like the Arthur? And why don't I know this? I think it's spelling bee. I hope so, because I won't feel like an idiot if it is.

Doesn't Bea Arthur eat brains? Kyle, help me out here.

Okay, reading the paragraph about spelling bees, I'm pretty sure that's right. But I still feel like a 'tard for having to wonder about it.

Why are bees just assumed to be able to spell? Why isn't it called a spelling human? or even a spelling chimp? And if bees are not, in fact, assumed to be the best spellers in all of Creation, why call it a spelling bee.

Those were just comical, rhetorical musings, people. Puh-leeezzzz do not comment with a long, drawn out explanation. Or I will most certainly kill a bitch. Or a ho.

Congrats to Noemi on her promotion by the way. (When reading that, please pronounce promotion this way: Promo-tee-on. It makes me happy. :P) Superawesomewaytogochickerooni! Also, I'm pissing my pants in excitement about working with the littlest and most awesome of the Crises! (Cris multiple, not crisis multiple. jeez, you tards.)

Again, not literal--about being tards or pissing my pants.



No nausea yesterday! Whoot^2!!!11!!

The sun is coming up. That pisses me off.

I think I'll go outside and drink some coffee. Cafe. Mocha Chocolat. Not really. I hate chocolate in my coffee. ya ya

Oh, delirium. Or pre-delirium deliriosity. hah.

You are the weakest link, goodbye!

Kenneth bought me a violin for my birthday.

It came in yesterday, and I couldn't wait...soooooooo


I have a fricken awesome violin.

I named her Vittoria.

I am soooo nauseated.

I've been getting much better at the base. My three favorite songs to play are Nirvana, Rape Me; SOAD, Arials; and Acid Bath, Scream of the Butterfly. Scream of the Butterfly is my favorite, favorite. I like how my fingers look moving across the strings, lol.

My favorite cousin, Jen, has been coming over a lot lately. I love that chick like whoa. She's so funny. And she's super great. And her daughter Kyra is the most precious thing ever! She was here for probably a total of six hours yesterday, and she, Ms. Monty and I spent the whole time smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee and joking around.


What else...off today, thanks to the wonderful Gabor. My credit cards didn't match Friday, and I went in early Saturday to try to fix them but I couldn't find the problem. Even after going through every single detail report...I probably just missed it; nonetheless, Gabe told me not to come in, then muttered to Mr. Harry about how lazy Ms. Pat and Amanda are.

I'm bored with this. Bye. :D

I'm taking a break from painting my guitar. It's coming out awesomely. I'm painting it a firey red-orange color, and I want it to look like a guitar from a painting, so I'm using semi-opposing brush strokes, and layering orange, red, and yellow. I'm so excited!!!


URG. Today is a strange day. It's so still, and only Ms. Monty and I are home. She's sleeping on the couch right now, so I'm the only human being that's awake, along w/ three dogs.


I took a typing test earlier--74 wpm. Beat that hoes!

Go do this.

Today I got home and the bottom lock on my apartment door was locked.  We never lock that one because it's sooo effing difficult to unlock. I tried for 20 minutes to unlock it with no avail. Then, about to cry out of frustration, I decided to say the Our father, the Memorare, the Hail Mary, and the Glory Be.  Afterwards, I got up and tried the lock again, and VOILA! It opened.


You can chalk it up to coincidence, but I know God and Mary heard me.


Never has one of my prayers gone unanswered.

Everything should be free.


Anything we need, God has given us for free.

Plants that give us wood, and fiber for clothing, and food, grow for free.

Animals were here long before humans, and when we got here, our meat was free.

Oxygen-free.

Water-free.

Light from the sun, moon, stars...all free.  Even things that we need to burn for light are free.











People complain about poor people getting free things...but it's really the people who are the richest that get the most things for free.  Free clothes, food, travel, all only because the world knows your name. 




And if any of us found ourselves in a situation where we could not afford to eat or live...we'd want free things as well.








If everyone could just love and give and not be so selfish...how much happier would everyone be?  No one would be depressed.  No one would kill. Why can't we all just share?







And why do people have to ruin everything?  The world was a much better place before we were here.









I honestly believe that the downfall of the United States will come during our lifetime.  Every great civilization becomes it's most superficial right before it falls.  How much more superficial can we get?



Driving the best car, having the biggest house, owning the most, cosmetic surgery, celebrity gossip being more important than the poor and destitute who are fighting for life because we're too self absorbed to care about our neighbor. No one wants to give up one single moment of comfort so that another person can feel that same comfort one time in their life.



And yes, some of our thirst for more has brought about great advances in medicine, allowing people to live so much longer...but why?  For more war and killing and destruction?






We've torn apart everything we were given.  And we deserve whatever happens.

So.  I forgot what I was posting about.  Hence the title.


ummm.




OH! I changed my text again. Yep.



And I'm making a cd of songs that make me happy.


















that's it.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

God is crying.  Does anyone else know why?





Tomorrow will be a year, and I barely even remember him.