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January 10, 2004

Once again.. The school system proves it's stupidity.

A new letter is periodically sent home to all parents. The winter newsletter was classic. The opening message from the principal was about the renovations that the school is going through. Currently they are closing off all the class rooms (we used to have open-no doors or walls). And its still in the process. Here is the portion that makes me mad:

"...currently being renovated is the Language Arts Department. The students in those classes will be meeting in the 'luxury suites' situated on our front lawn until the first week in March.

I have been very impressed with the manner in which our students and staff have handled the renovation. They have adapted to life in the 'Luxury suites' and taken the challenges of a major renovation in stride."

Give me a break. The "LUXURY SUITES"? They're TRAILERS. Okay, we have Trailers on our front lawn. Not exactly Luxury. Whats worse is the "Taken it in stride" portion. If we were taking it in stride we wouldn't be calling ourselves Trailer Trash when ever we have to go outside. And might I remind you that its WINTER! Its COLD! There is nothing sweet about the trailers (pardon the pun), and certainly nothing Luxurious.

Gawd my school sucks.

*zap*

Mookie asked me to blog, so here I am! I've spent the last few days wondering what to write here. My brain flitted from politics to religion to drugs to death, but none of them seemed quite right. I dumped them all out, and I'm here to blog about love. "What do YOU know about love??" you say. I'm a human being - we are machines built to give love, and therefore are natural experts from birth (some people just get out of practice).

Love is the sun on your back and the stars in the sky; a laugh in the dark or tears in the cinema. Love is a hug from your best friend, a puppy's tongue on your nose, and frost on your eyelashes in winter. Love is seeing your favorite band live or your favorite painting in the museum. Love is a fire in the hearth and a mug of cocoa in your hands; the spray of the sea and the sand under your toes. Love is seeing your family when the war has ended; a newborn child in your arms. Love is a hot sigh in your ear from behind; someone's fingers intertwined in yours. Love is a gun to the temple; a white wedding dress stained wine-red; the silence of your own room. Love is what being human is all about.

January 09, 2004

Honorary Riffics

To start off, this is going to be my Linking Post. Anyone can be an Honorary Riffic (except for Bill, because he sucks) if they catch my fancy and write something that I think is amazing.

So to start out, let me point out Gday Mate, writen by Ozguru. I'm just calling him Oz because I don't think I can spell his name correctly more then once. But anywho, he has just amazed me (mainly the link's I've been getting. But if I must name a particular post, I'll mention this one. Where he discusses how standards aren't so standard anymore.

Next I would like to introduce Dusting My Brain. I saw Cindy in the comments of the aforementioned Oz. And I said what the hey, she can be a Riffic for a day. (Oh gawd! Shoot me now! I'm Rhyming!)

Next up is DaGoddess who is having problems with her landlord. As she puts it: "I wanna see just how big a dick head he can be." Oh and I love her Tag line.

Just because he posted a cow picture. I present Fragments from Floyd's very own Fragmented Fred-Riffic.

Dustbury, a personal favorite of mine, even though I'm too lazy to move his link up into the Daily Read category.

OkieDokie. What more is there to say?

Whew. Linking gets kind of exhausting. I'll present more Honorary Riffics later.

Killer Wink

Back in September, I wrote a post with the same name, about a game we played in class. We played it again. And I freaked one kid out by every time I died, it was just after I shook his hand. He was freaking out majorly. Good.

Literary devices

Say that to a normal kid, and you'll hear screams and protests for the next hour.

Then you have me. He he. When I was writing my two posts on Blogs, here and here, I kept banging my head against the desk for two reasons. First because I wasn't making the sentences Parallel (for example), and they would sound better if they were. And then I banged my head for actually noticing and caring about that.

*grumbles* I know exactly who to blame for this... Bet you thought I'd say my English teacher. But I wont. I just blame the superintendent. Dr. Kelly. I'm going all the way to the top.

Not to mention I'm still mad at Dr. Kelly for making me spill paint all over a finished set piece last year. *Dramatic Sigh*

Dead Guy: Charles Singleton

The victim, Mary Lou York, was murdered in York’s Grocery Store at Hamburg on June 1, 1979. She died from loss of blood as a result of two stab wounds in her neck. Patti Franklin saw her relative Charles Singleton enter York’s Grocery at approximately 7:30 p.m. on the day of the crime. Shortly after he entered Patti heard Mrs. York scream, “Patti go get help, Charles Singleton is killing me.” Patti then ran for help. Another witness, Lenora Howard, observed Singleton exit the store and shortly thereafter witnessed Mary Lou, who was “crying and had blood on her,” come to the front door. 19 year old York, the owner of the store, identified Singleton to responding police officers and doctor shortly before her death.

Ashley County Ledger

"York Murderer Dies by Injection; 7th Execution Date is Final for Singleton," By Warren Watkins.

A full moon illuminated the ice-cold prison courtyard as volunteer executioners administered final earthly justice for Charles Singleton, 44, also known as Victor Ra Hakim. Singleton was executed by lethal injection at 8:02 p.m. at the Cummins unit of the Arkansas Department of Corrections Tues., Jan. 6, 24 years after being convicted and sentenced to death by an Ashley County court for the 1979 murder of Mary Lou York in Hamburg.

Singleton's mental health had been an issue over the years, causing some to object to the state putting a arguably insane man to death. A CNN reporter interviewed Singleton a week before his execution and found him to be expectedly paranoid, ranting, and raving. However, the journalist found the murderer easily able to understand that he was about to be put to death for the murder he committed, and thus by the legal standard, sane.

Eighteen witnesses crowded into a tiny observation room for the efficient, clinical event, which took only four minutes. After opening drapes behind heavy glass windows on one side of the room, a warden announced the execution was about to take place and asked Singleton if he had any last words.

Singleton said he had planned to say something, but had written his words down and given them to the warden instead. Afterward, a copy of the letter, which was indecipherable spiritual gibberish, was given to the media.

With his head shaved and head held in a heavy leather strap, Singleton appeared to be ready for surgery. A man in civilian clothes, wearing a headset and speaking into its microphone, stood at the prisoner's head and watched a monitor.

As the intravenous drip began, Singleton released a sudden breath, his chest moved up and down twice, and he quietly stopped breathing. His thumb and middle finger on his right hand were lightly touching, as if he were meditating for peaceful focus, and never released.

Singleton was unbuckled, examined with a stethoscope, and pronounced dead by the Lincoln County coroner at 8:06 p.m.

In the warden's office at the prison, York's son, daughter, nephew, and two granddaughters watched the events on closed-circuit television, but did not appear for the press afterwards. Families of perpetrators, if they show up for the execution, are held at a roadblock a mile from the prison's entrance.

This was the seventh execution date for Singleton. In 1980 he came with 7 days of execution, in 1982 he came within 18 days once and within 3 days on another occasion, within 11 days in 1993, two days in 1998, and six days in 2001. He spent just over 23 years on death row.

Inmates on death row in Arkansas total 39, with 16 white, 22 black, and one Hispanic, all males. Arkansas has executed 194 persons in it history: 134 black males, 57 white males, two Indian males, and one white female. While 173 of those were murderers, 20 were rapists and one was both.

Jeffrey Rosenzweig, Singleton's attorney, said he was "frustrated, disappointed, and saddened" by the execution. His client was "rational, sane, and at peace," he said.

Karl Roberts, convicted of the kidnapping-murder of his 12-year-old niece, was scheduled to be executed after Singleton. But he won a last-minute stay of execution pending an appeal.

January 08, 2004

Typical Stupidity.

I've been having a very exhausting couple of days when it comes to relationships, so I'm stashing this post in an extended entry. I'd advise for you to skip it, because it will likely make you think this is a journal instead of a blog. Heh.

I met my best friend 11 years ago. And up until recently I thought I knew him better then anyone else. I always figured I could run to him and cry on his shoulder.

I never thought that he would make me cry.

A few months ago MV met a girl in another county, and he started changing. Not for the better. He became moody, and started to be a jerk. He was making a lot of people mad by his attitude and I tried to make excuses for him when I could. Generic stuff like "he hasn't seen his girlfriend lately" or "don't worry, its normal, he gets like this every couple of months, it will pass". Time went on and he didn't snap out of it.

So I emailed him over Winter Break, he was still mad about the hackysack, but I figured I had to at least talk to him before he alienated all his other friends. He was in Texas so I didn't expect a reply for a while. And in the email I mentioned how he never called, and that he should every once in a while. Surprisingly enough, I got a phone call from him. And I asked MV if he got the email, and he said no. He just wanted to know what the schedule was for school, A or B. I told him, and then we started talking and I pretty much said everything to him that i had in the email. I figured it was good, he'd get the message.

Wasn't to be. I got an email one day after school, from a guy, lets call him Steve just for identification purposes. Now Steve went to a different school and I had been talking to him a lot, I had known him a couple years ago, and we had kept up a minimalistic familiarity with each other until a few weeks ago, when we started to get close. He didn't go to my school, and to me that was all the better. It just meant i didn't have put up with the idiocy that always follow when two people date. I kept quite at school. Now Steve emailed me and said some pretty bad things. The gist of it was he didn't want to talk to me anymore and that I didn't mean anything to him. I swallowed my pride, thought to myself, no harm done, not like I told anyone.

Right before i got the email from Steve, MV accused me of falling in love with him. Maybe he was right. I don't know. Did I trust him? Yes. Did I care for him? Yes. Did I enjoy his company? Yes. Did I want him to get hurt? No. Did I want him to be unhappy? No. So I dunno, I did love him. As a friend. As more? I dunno. I told him he was a fool for thinking that, and he should assume things. I said that I wouldn't fall for him because I value our friendship too much. I said a lot of things.

So I told him that, and then I got the email from Steve. I thought long and hard whether or not to tell MV about Steve pretty much dumping me. But I did, against my better judgment. Next day at school, Today, I was at lunch. And MV was complaining about how his parents lectured him about his grades when I said something along the lines of "Yeah well, could have been worse. My parents always tell me that they don't worry about me dating, they probably think I scare off all the guys".

This is when he upset me for the first time. His response to my statement was along the lines of "Of course they needn't worry, all the guys are afraid to come near you for fear of castration. Can't say I blame them."

I was shocked. I didn't know what to do. So I did the first thing that came to my mind, and i didn't even think about it really. I slapped him. Twice. That was the first time I ever really hit someone in anger. Yeah I've hit people before, mainly in joke. But never like that. I felt horrible, I didn't know what to do, so i just left. I grabbed my books and with out another word, I got up, and left.

I went into the hall and played Hackysack with some friends of mine. They just let me play, I guess they saw how upset I was. I never expected them to be so nice, after all they were guys who didn't really know me. I was fine until I got home.

When I got home, I checked my email, went through my normal routine. I had an email from MV, dated in the morning, so I knew he got my message about being dumped. I just could not believe he could say something like that after I was dumped. He got on line, and IMed me. His first words were, and I quote "WTF was that today? explain to me how what i said was in any way offensive?"

I told him, that next time he gets dumped remind me to insult him. He once again responded with "a) how was i suppose to kno u were dumped? b)you are constantly saying shit like "blah blah blah ill castrate you" "dont make me castrate you", f***in hell, i told sarah what happened and she said she wouldve said the same god damn thing as me" He did know. He responded to the email that said it!

He also didn't realize that I didn't tell Sarah that I had been dumped. And that castrating stuff was over a year ago. The convo went on. Increasingly worse, until it ended up with me telling him I wasn't going to talk to him on line. I told him I was sick of arguing and talking about this stuff on line. If he wants to talk he needs to either call me or talk to me to my face. He responded by saying he didn't feel like getting "bitched at" today so he wasn't going to call.

Thats when I logged off and started crying.

I never thought a guy could make me cry. And I never thought he would.

So as one last bit of teenage stupidity, heres the chorus of a song that I like:

I'm alright,
I'm gonna make it,
Even if I have to fake it.
I'm alright,
I'm gonna make it,
Even if I have to break it.
I'm alright.

The Dead Guys Are Back!

And here you thought it was over. Anyway, onward. Todays guy is named Ynobe Matthews.

Summary:
21-year-old Carolyn Casey attended a party at her College Station apartment complex. Matthews, who lived in the same complex, also attended the party. Casey and Matthews were acquainted and during the party she gave him a ride to the grocery store to purchase alcohol. After returning to the party Casey became ill and left alone. A few hours later, the fire department responded to a fire call at Casey's apartment. Casey's body was found partially nude and propped against her bed, dead as a result of manual strangulation and a broken a bone in her neck. The apartment had been ransacked and appeared to be a burglary. Forensic testing revealed that fibers similar to the fibers of Matthews clothing were found on Casey's clothing and body. Fibers from Casey's panties were found on Matthew's shirt. Matthews DNA matched fingernail scrapings taken from Casey. Matthews at first denied any involvement, but after being confronted with this evidence, Matthews admitted that he had gotten into a fight with Casey, during which he threw her on the bed and choked her to death. Matthews also admitted starting the fire and ransacking the apartment to make it look like a burglary. All witnesses denied any romantic relationship between Matthews and Casey. DNA evidence obtained after Matthews was arrested for Carolyn's murder connected him to the kidnapping, rape and murder of 21-year-old Jamie Hart, 14 months after her unclothed body was found on a rural road. Matthews pleaded guilty to the 1999 kidnap, rape and murder of Jamie Hart. He was sentenced to life imprisonment for that conviction. He was also linked to at least five other sexual assaults and is considered as a possible serial killer. Matthews waived further appeals.

Final Meal:
Three pieces of fried chicken, one pork chop, two pieces of fried fish, strawberry ice cream, a six-pack of Coke and a pack of Newport cigarettes. Authorities refused the cigarettes because of a "no tobacco policy."

January 07, 2004

You Mean You Have A Journal?

Another question that haunts me during the day light answers, with no real answer. But once again, I shall give it my best shot.

What Is The Difference Between A Blog And A Journal??

The feel of it. The flexibility of it. The mood of it. The sense of personality. The difference is often hard to put into words, but its something that you can immediately tell.

A journal is a place where a person can rant, whine, talk about their weekend, complain about a teacher, gossip about a friend. A journal can be on paper or the net. It can be in a variety of colors, on various servers. Anything from Dead-Journal to Blurty to Live-Journal. There is always a Journal site out there, one that seems made just for you.

A blog is all that a journal is; and so much more. Yes you can rant, whine, complain, gossip, talk, and any other numerous things on a blog, but a blog is just more. A blog can have different moods, different personas. A blog is more of a community thing, everyone forms their own communities on the blogs, whether by accident, or on purpose-as with the Munuvians.

Blogs have a flexibly that you just can't get with a journal. You can find everything from News Sites, to Slice-Of-Life. You find your whiners, and you find the guy that is naturally popular. You have the aspiring writers, and the aspiring web designers. You have real writers and real web designers! You can have ordinary people, and extraordinary people. And all these people can be wrapped up in the same person. All expressed on a blog.

A blog is competitive. Your constantly checking your email, just waiting for that special email from a reader. Your constantly checking your Tracker, to find out if you beat your record of 30 readers a day. You sometimes work hours upon hours on writing the Perfect Post, just to toss it into the Bonfire.

A blog, once again is about the people. A blog is updated constantly, for the positive, and the negative. A journal, for the most part, only highlights the negative. Where a journal is a place to whine and be miserable, a blog is a place to be comforted and supported. A journal is a place for sympathy. A blog is a place for encouragement. A journal is a place to think back in retrospect. A blog is a place for growth and to think forward.

Theres no solid line differentiating between a blog and a journal. But when you go to site, you just Know.

January 06, 2004

Why Do I Blog? Part 1.

I have been asked this questions many times in class, and most times I don't know what to say. So here goes the best answer I can come up with.

I Blog Because I Can.

No, not really. Actually I have found blogging to be a very useful place where I can rant. I know I don't really rant that often, that’s because I delete the posts because they are too horrid to post and dad would kill me, lol.

I also blog because I can express my thoughts and ideas with helpful criticism from a variety of people. Just look at the MuNuvians for instance, there’s Jen-she’s a history major. And there’s Pixy, who is just wow! A major Computer Geek, meant in the nicest way possible, and one of the kindest people I've ever had the privilege of associating with. There’s Daniel, and Tim, two students in college. Half the time I don't understand Daniel, but I try. And I actually went back and reread his post on Quarks in order to study for a test.

Then there is the lovable Susie, who is just a very sweet person. And Victor, whose girlfriend Nic deserves an Honorable mention. They were so awesome when my mom was in the hospital. And Victor taught me the value of springs. *Grins* Then you have LeeAnn, she always brings a smile to my face and is hilarious.

And there’s a spark of internationalism that I wouldn't get in normal life. From Simon, Helen, and once again-Tim.

And outside of the Munu Crew, you get great people like Tim (Backstage), SilverBlue, Starhawk and Kin.

When it comes to people like this, how can you NOT blog and hope to join the group. All these people are the kindest, and most thoughtful people I know. Now as with any group of humans, there will always be a couple bad apples (Notice my tack in not linking the "Bad Apples" =D), but for the most part, these people are awesome.

Another reason why I love these people, and I blog and read their blogs, is because they accepted me. When you think about it, not many people in the world would let a 15-year-old get away with some of the stuff I say, like my ADHD post, I was sure someone would try to censor me... Oh wait they did, and they looked like a nit wit. These people, accepted me, despite my age. And that means a lot.

When a person finds acceptance like I have, weather on line, or in person, they would be a fool not to rejoice and join in. Hopefully I haven't been too foolish.

So in short. I blog for the people.

New Years Adventures: The Cute Friend

The first segment of the New Years adventure is here.

About an hour after the Creepy Lady left, Michelle's phone started ringing. She immediately found it, and answered it. And with in seconds threw it down the hall into the play room.

Blink. Blink. "What was that for!?"

"Oh that was just *Billy, He's an ass."

"oh."

Ring Ring.

We start searching for the phone, luckily the caller was insistent-or they knew Michelle really well. I found the phone. :) and hand it to Michelle "What do you want?" No Hi, not Hey, must be billy. After a few minutes of listening to the one sided conversation she says "Okay" and hangs up. Me Liz and Tegan stare at her waiting for her to speak. She said something along the lines of "He wants to drop by for half an hour, and he's bringing a cute friend, I wouldn't trust his judgment though. It up to you guys." I shrug. Liz doesn't care. Tegan says "Why the hell not."

Half an hour later, the bell rings. Liz opens it, I'm the bathroom, and Tegan is doing her makeup despite us telling her it wasn't necessary. I came out of the bathroom as Liz was coming down the hall and she whispers urgently in my ear "The cute friend is a CHICK!" Liz runs off and leaves me the dreadful task of telling Michelle and Tegan, i slowly went to the bedroom that they're in, and i grab Tegan's eye liner right as she went to grab for it. And upon her quizzical look, i slowly state that the cute friend is a chick. Michelle storms out of the room, and soon drags the guy into another room and they start arguing.

Among the things we overheard clearly from across the hall was "But I thought she was cute" and "Your F***Buddy?!! Thats it, Get out! Get out of this house!"

They left. And we started playing games again. Part Three Tomorrow.

*Billy- I couldn't remember his name.

January 05, 2004

6 months...

And I didn't even notice... Wow. So I hit the 6 month mark on the 1st of January, and forgot all about it due to the abnormal consumption of cider (more on that tomorrow) so I shall repost my first post ever, back when it was on blogspot. Here it goes:

First....
So I got a new Blog. With advice from Annika and my dad. I thank them both a lot. My dad mostly because he told me to Email Annika and ask her what I should use to start with as a host, and he got me into Blogs. So I really owe him, and if you don’t like my blog, don’t go after me, go after him (just kidding).

So, I guess you want to know about me huh? Well the basics are I’m 14, female, and I’m alive and kickin'. Now I know you might be thinking something like “14-year-old? Ha! This should be funny but pointless.” That may be true most of the time, but I'm also hoping to make a couple good points, and say some intelligent stuff.

I like to read a lot (much to the horror of most kids my age); I read a lot of fantasy, and whatever dad says to (granted I haven’t gotten to that one he gave me yet... opps). And I'm currently reading several books at the same time, a lot of them on politics (and my mothers response? “don’t discuss politics around me”). So I'm trying to figure out what I believe in, and I doubt I’m ever going to pick either Republican or Democratic, Right or Left, or any other title you want to put on people. But I do want to understand, and comprehend what each side says so I can make a fully informed, intelligent decision. So its likely you're going to read a lot about how stupid I think politics are, or what a moron so-and-so is, and all that happy stuff. And I might use a bit of language that would be considered ‘inappropriate’ for my age (sorry dad), and I apologize here and now, because I'm not going to apologize again. Granted after posting a particularly bad post I may go back after a while and edit the words, but not often.

This blog will probably change frequently, of that have no doubt. But I reckon that after a while I'll get into a pattern, and stop messing with the look of things. But I'll probably still mess with it, because that's what I do (hence the constantly changing floor plan in my room).

Well I'm off to do other stuff, among the things to do is to sleep, after I clear the books off the bed (what to do with them I don’t know! I'll figure it out and tell you tomorrow).

And on one side note, the song “We didn’t start the fire”? I like and find it a bit of a controversy, and I think some one should update it to fit today's political/social structures.

So ‘Hi Ho Hi Ho it’s off to do stuff I go!’

Those were the good ol' days.

New Years Adventures: Creepy Lady

So the New Years party I went to was a blast, and I'm finally recovered enough to discuss it. Heres how it started.

I showed up and was the first one there so i helped Michelle set up, we got out tons of food, set up the stereo/karaoke system, pushed the coffee table to the wall, etc. etc. etc.

Tegan and Liz showed up, and we started to go through Cd's, looked at what every one brought, that type of stuff. Tegan brought Orange Juice for Rebbecca (the chaperon) because Rebbecca was in her room sick-we left her alone all night, i don't think she much cared. And Liz brought a Party Pack with those annoying blower-thingies, confetti, hats, and Leis. So after we were all leid we started to listen to music and play a couple games. During a break from the games, I was sitting in a chair by the door when theres a knock, Tegan and Liz are busy singing Brittany Spears (Gag) and Michelle is in the kitchen putting a pizza in the oven so i just open the door. I'm about to ask who it is when this lady just barges in.

Tegan and Liz stop what their doing, and stared for a second before sitting down. And the lady moves into the room like she owns the house. I go to sit down when she pushes me and sits down instead, I start backing up as I catch a whiff of her, she smells like beer. I'm like dude, not cool.

So the creepy lady is sitting there staring at us when she stands up real quick and says "Do you girls want some food" (very slurred) and we all make polite noises in her direction declining. Michelle comes in and stands there wonder what to do and she goes gets Rebbecca, so while shes dragging Rebbecca out of her bed we're just standing there kinda creeped out. Tegan stands up to go into the kitchen, and i follow, grabbing an empty cup so i look like I'm doing something, and Tegan whispers to me "I want that lady out! Shes scary" to which i never replied because the lady asks Liz what we're doing. Liz can see us talking, and she covers and says were play fighting. The lady comes to the door way and stands there staring.

All of a sudden the lady goes "Stop p**** fighting and fight for real. I'd pay for it." We kinda freak out, but theres no where to go, even Liz starts creeping towards the back bedroom to find whats taking Rebbecca so long. The lady then looks at Tegan and says "you know your really pretty, how old are you?"

Tegan humbly replies "17" and moves so I'm in front of her (I was so mad). And then the lady says "Too bad, your really pretty for 17..." and she comes around to the other side, Tegans trying to turn me so I'm in front of her, but I'm just not going to stand there as a shield, i want that lady out! Finally the lady can see Tegan because i move and pretend to check on the Pizza, and the lady just STARES at Tegan.

FINALLY Rebbecca comes out, she looks like crap, and she talks to the lady for a few minutes before gently pushing her out the door and locking both the regular lock and the dead bolt. Rebbecca then said something unintelligible and dragged herself back to her bed.

So ends the Creepy Lady Story. Next up: Cider Shots.

January 04, 2004

Techs

In theater, one of the most important, and hardest tasks is becoming invisible. During scene changes and backstage you should not be seen. Most of the time you can get away with just black clothes, my favorite techie ever was a bit obsessive. He wore ALL black. He even tried to show me his underwear to prove it. This guy did everything from a black ski mask to black gloves. The pity? The guy did spotlight and no one cares about spot that much. Such a shame too.

Now i have given you a picture of me, (click) in my techie outfit. I've gone ahead and taken several pictures, with me in various stages of Techie-dom, you can figure it out. And one more thing, I generally don't go as observe as the last one.