BY THE EMPEROR!

Holy shit, motherfucker.
Click on this.
Feel your hate grow in size and intensity.
That is, in fact, black font on a background image that is mostly black.
Even if the image were predominantly yellow this would be so noisy it'd give you a migraine, it'd cause eye strain, it'd probably make you go blind or cause serious retinal damage-- basically anything short of having your head explode.
I know it's a little much to ask of these shit-chucking apes to have a little web design sense but I don't think it's unreasonable to have the FUCKING THING LEGIBLE.
First step: view > page style > no style.
Of course "no style" is what it had before. I'd call black text on white background minimalist.
First thing that assaults my senses after the wonderful taste in layout is a Writer's block and a comic straight from the bowels of Reddit.
Haven't heard of Reddit?
Consider yourself fortunate.

Living in a mind that can be swayed by emotional states makes you more robotic than living in a mind that can see beyond a current emotional state. Being a slave to your cheers and tears does not mean you have "free will", in fact, it's quite the opposite.

I don't think you want me to submit to cold logic because it would cry out for your destruction, scum.

Granted, it is important to consider your own emotions when making decisions, but they shouldn't go uncriticized and they shouldn't be the only thing considered (you selfish fucks). Seeing as most emotional schemas are generated by upbringing, which is a product of environment (aka groupthink), "trusting your gut" may actually be perpetuating a negative status quo.

Things that should go through your head when you decide to do something:
1. Will it benefit me?
2. How much will it benefit me?
3. Is it illegal?
4. How likely am I to get caught if it is illegal?
5. Am I pussy?
6. Can I handle the fallout if it's something bad (see previous)?
Based on these six simple questions you can make all decisions.

There is a reason why the majority of people are referred to as automatons by the "elite". It's because most people ARE practically machines. They behave predictably and follow direct command without question. If you don't feel resistive pressure coming from inside against the constructs that surround you and try to drown your soul, then you are under the spell of maturity. "Maturity" seems to be synonymous with accepting defeat, believing the beast will protect you as long as you feed it.

That's a good point. I'm going to start being mature (or the opposite of mature, whatever you're on about) by ignoring your hippie FUCK THE MAN bullshit.

So I am at a crossroads. Should I start doing heroin, or should I start cutting myself while listening to Avenge Sevenfold?

It's funny you consider yourself a free thinker when your alternative to submitting to "the man" and being happy (two things somehow joined in your mind as you later claim happiness is an illusion) and yet your immediate choices really do strike me as a decision best made in Hot Topic.

I just heard a body spray ad say "leave your own mark on the world"! HOW HOW HOW HOW??!! With your body spray or by pissing?!!! The former isn't MY mark, it's yours you fucking assface, and the latter is just gross! They are trying to meld our instincts with consumerism!!! RUN!!!

Oh it was a fucking commercial you dipshit get over it. They want your stupid ass to buy their shitty product and they know you're too much of a hapless moron to think for yourself so they tell you girls will hump your leg like dogs if you wear this shit so you do it.
But no, you're too smart for that.
Not smart enough to actually be an original thinker but, you know, original enough to realize the aforementioned ad is bullshit. You just don't know what to do about it.

Divide and conquer. ALPHA MALE ALPHA MALE ALPHA MALE SUBMIT SUBMIT SUBMIT SUBMIT SUBMIT WAR IS FUN WAR IS FUN WAR IS FUN WAR IS FUN WAR IS FUN.

Oh Christ with the melodrama. They wanted to sell you Axe, they're not trying to send you off to war. Get over it.

The war on christmas is made up. It's christians simply trying to make it seem like they are being oppressed (I am aware not all christians are like this, so this entry is NOT about them).

You know what you are you over-analytical piece of shit? A tender misanthrope. You'll gladly sit here and hate Christians-- but you're willing to make room in your heart "for the real Christians".
I say fuck you take all this shit and cram it.

I dreamed that there was this group of people wandering the streets acting as a collective force. They would gang up on random individuals or smaller groups of people on the street (without even being provoked) and tell them to join their group with the threat of violence. They would tell you that your regular life is over and that you are now a part of them (no more life to yourself). You will do as they say and do or you will be hurt or killed.

No hope in defiance.
You know I'm sure he's about to turn this into FUCK THE MAN FUCK SOCIETY but I'd like to point out this is the very same society that lets him sit on his ass, utilizing the most WONDROUS INVENTION EVER to type this bullshit against the very system he hates so much.

No one would stand up to them because they were everywhere and too numerous.
At one point I was absorbed, but only in body. My mind was not about to adopt their philosophies. It was scary and vivid as fuck. I woke up to a relief, but that feeling faded because this dream was merely a more concentrated version of reality.

You know there's an entire wilderness west of where you live most likely. You could easily pack your shit and wander off into the woods and be no man's slave then.
Now here's a gay quiz where it determines what color your rainbow is tinted. Can't believe I waste my time with this nonsense. Why would you even link this in a blog? Who cares what color your fucking rainbow is?
I got gray.
Thanks a lot, internet.
Gray rainbow. Brilliant.
Oh but look at this shit:

What is says about you: You are an elegant person. You appreciate tradition and wisdom that comes with age.

YEAAAAH CLASSY SHIT HERE.

The idea of life imprisonment is ridiculous as well. I am going to spell this out simply: NO ONE SHOULD SERVE A PRISON TERM LONGER THAN 15 YEARS FOR ANY CRIME. I think after fifteen years a mass murderer would have learned his or her lesson. If not, then let those who were victimized shoot him or her in the fucking head! Problems solve themselves when law enforcement doesn't get in the way and cause the willing the dwell on their angst.
Oh boy I'm sure your society would be great to live in.

What's the difference between a perceived sleight and a real sleight?
TO MOST PEOPLE THEY ARE THE SAME THING.
Uuuuuuuh fuck this asshole.
Change your background, dipshit.

Are you fucking serious?

I'd like to apologize to the last blogger. There are worse things than your layout.
Namely this layout.
I had to check with my eyes and monitor and PC and the cosmos itself about ten times to affirm I wasn't going blind so if you're doing the same thing, rest assured: what you see before you is happening.
It's .5 gray font on a light gray background.
FUCK YOU, READER!
I like how her blog is "friends only" (already established there's no such thing). Some friend. "You can't read this if you're not my friend but if you are my friend you get to eat shit" is how her "friends only" tag reads to me.
Also last blog was tapped out upon further study. Oh well~
Someone hipped me to the fact that it's probably a girl writing it who has a crush on another girl and after rereading my entry, the blog itself and going further back than I had in the previous entry I'm still not convinced.

What fictional television show would you want to live in? What character would you play?

So today's writer's block confirmed two things: Dr. Who is apparently the greatest television show ever if I'm going by popular opinion and no one knows how to spell the word "definitely" (hint: there's no 'a' in it).

oh my god, definitely Doctor Who!

I would seriously love to go for a spin or two or two thousand in the TARDIS.

like seriously, it has been a fantasy of mine to be spirited away in a whimsical flying contraption by a quirky alien since I was four.

It has been my dream to the prattling of some cunt while pretending I'm Stevie Wonder.
Thank God for this blog.

What are your best and worst personality traits? Do you think your friends would agree?

My best personality trait is I'm blind and my worst is I'm blind please help.

I think my best personality trait is probably that I'm a little crazy... in a good way. I take friendship really seriously, there are few things that I wouldn't do for a friend in need, even if they're asking me to do something insane, I'm usually game.

LULZ I'M INSANE xP
There is nothing worse than a person who thinks like this.

On the flip side of that, I can be a little sly and I'm an amazing liar, which is advantageous sometimes, but it isn't really a "good" personality trait, especially not in a friend. Though I'm not pathological, I can fib through my teeth if I need to.

I think the general consensus is that I'm missing a few marbles... although, it might come as a surprise as to how cunning I can be, since truly being cunning means fooling people into believing that I am always being truthful.

YOU SAID THIS BEFORE YOU STUPID CUNT.
LET ME GO ON IN DETAIL ABOUT HOW COMPLETELY CRAZY I AM.
I write fanfiction and I play video games (don't hit on my silly boys XD) and I loooooove anime and manga and furry conventions and I'm totally into BEING COMPLETELY UNSURPRISING.

Sorry I've been dead for a few weeks, I've been really busy.

As soon as February is over I'll be able to breathe again. I re-applied to university in January because I'm not too happy with York, and if all goes well come September I will be living in downtown Toronto. I'm so over suburbia it isn't funny. And I'm not just saying that because I miss my fourteen-year-old Green Day fangirl days, but because I think this is a change that I really need.

Let me guess you want to do all the crazy and zany things a totally free spirited girl like you does like take drawing and acting classes, shop at Goodwill and knit and stitch because you are totally rocking it old school like that! Did I teeeeeeeeeell you guys about my fanfiction?

I want to live in a tiny apartment and play good music and bake and study and take acting classes, and that isn't really working for me right now.

Bake--
acting--
I said stitch instead of bake and art in addition to acting but I'm still going to award myself full points.

Since I'm applying for graphic design though, I need to create a portfolio, and that on top of regular school work and rehearsals and my job has left me little time to actually talk to anyone.

YES THANK YOU.
BOW BEFORE MY PSYCHIC MIGHT.

If you could wake up and spend 24 hours in an online game with any weapons/powers, would you do it? If so, what type of game would you choose, and why?

FFXIV. Get money, fuck bitches.
Seems mundane but I know what goes into adventuring in that world and it involves getting shot by the Empire or eaten by a dragon or getting yelled at by twats so not worth the time.
24 HOURS ONLY COMPRESS IT INTO THE IMPORTANT ASPECTS.

Do you think Web sites containing "adult content" should be legally required to post warnings? How would you personally define the rating scale? Do you fear this would place a chill on free/creative expression?

I missed this question when it first came around.
Absolutely and if you're caught misusing the warnings you should be shot.
Goodbye, Livejournal.

Most certainly. And as long as there's still accessible to those who wish to view them, nobody needs to wave their "freedom of expression" flag in anyone's face.

The rating scale seems simple enough to me... anything with violent or sexual content should be clearly labelled.

14+
GUYS I'M SOOOOOO SAD MY iPOD BROKE :(

Do you think society puts too much pressure on people to be in relationships and/or have children? Do you think this ostracizes people who would be perfectly content to remain single and/or child-free? Is this pressure worse around the holidays?

Oh shut up you fucking pussies.
WAAAAAAAAH SOCIETY OSTRACIZED ME BECAUSE THEY JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND I'M A SQUIRREL TRAPPED IN A WOMAN'S BODY TRAPPED IN A MAN'S BODY AND ALSO I'M A VAMPIRE AND PSYCHICALLY MARRIED TO THAT FAGGOT FROM TWILIGHT BECAUSE HE EXISTS IN AN ALTERNATE DIMENSION :(
Yeah, no one gets it because you're fucking crazy.

Almost everything in the media alienates single people. But yes, the holidays do have a way of warping the word "happiness" so that it can only come from a tall, good looking person in a business suit with a $10 000 ring in their pocket.

Yes, happy people are rich and attractive.
Back to the fields, peasants.

As for pressure on women having babies... actually no, not so much. I think babies have become the new taboo. Like homosexuality used to be. People today get their heads ripped off by the feminists of the world for even suggesting that they would like to have children.

They do?
Have I completely not been paying attention my entire life?
I've never once felt alienated watching TV because I was single and I've never once heard someone get scoffed at for wanting to have children.

It's treated as the most unnatural thing in the world. As though now, every woman needs to be 100% focused on their career and their social life, and not worry about having kids until age 32 rolls around and they start having regrets, which can lead to dangerous pregnancies.

You guys should live in a country run by me.
Your problems would seem insignificant by comparison.
For a while, I should add. Then things would be much better.
I'm sorry she kept going on about shit that I'm convinced isn't even real and I couldn't read it because my optic nerves leapt out of my head and started strangling me.

If your best friend forgave his or her partner for cheating and lying, would you try to forgive him or her too? Would you find it difficult to spend time with them as a couple?

...
Am I reading this question correctly? Why do I care who my best friend is fucking?
Except when friends get into relationships with insufferable twats, I should say, but that's only because you lose them as a friend or they gain an annoying appendage that's always with them when you're hanging out.

I wish I could say that I'd want to respect my friend's wishes, but the truth is if I'm going to have to pick up the pieces every time this happens, I'm not so sure I'd encourage the relationship in the first place.

That and I have zero respect for any kind of infidelity, and I don't believe in second-chances.

Sorry bro I know we've been bros forever practically but something that doesn't even affect has now caused me to reconsider our status as friends.

Are you an oldest, youngest, middle, or only child? How do you think it has influenced your personality?

Only and I don't know because I only have a sample size of one.
Maybe if I could talk to the interdimensional mes we might be able to come to consensus on what being an only child has done to me.

Only child. And I have quite a bit to say about this.

This is why my blog is good and all other blogs are shit. Everyone else has sooooo much to say on the subject of themselves and my response was "I don't know" bordering on "I don't give a shit" which is always the preferable state in which to find yourself.

I think that family and faith are the two things that impact a person the most. My mom said she always wanted to grow up and have lots of kids, but she and my father separated after I was born, and she... how do I explain this... doesn't "believe" in being married more than once. She says it does not conform with her morals and values. Fine, whatever.

A highly respectable position.
You yourself said you don't believe in second chances. Well your mother gave marriage her one and only chance.

I don't know how to write families. I can write friendship, and I daresay, realistic relationships. Maybe that comes from not having have father or siblings, and a mom that worked really hard to support me growing up, but as a result was not around very much. I'm not trying to turn this into a I'm-a-teenager-my-life-sucks moment, but I think one of my biggest regrets is not having siblings.

I guess literally "regret" is a sense of loss or disappointment but I usually think of a regret as something you have control over. Like you were going to do something and didn't so you regret it (or, indeed, did something and regret it). I don't think something outside of your control is something you can really feel regret over.
But then again I feel regret for not being a space marine so maybe I'm just talking out of my ass.

Do you think it's okay to tell little lies about small things to avoid hurting someone's feelings? Or is there no such thing as a harmless lie?

Yes.
Lie constantly.
There is never a good reason to tell the truth.

Honesty is the best policy.
It just isn't always the easiest.

A lot of people claim that they "can handle the truth" even if it hurts them, but I think that in itself is a lie.

People are cowardly and weak. Only the strong deserve the truth.

No matter what language you speak, you've probably come across words or phrases in another language that sound better than their equivalents in your native tongue. What's your favorite word or phrase in a foreign language?

On a similar but not stupid note the phrase "you are already dead" (of Fist of the North Star fame) sounds awesome in every language I can think of.
Actually if you look it up on Youtube the US got screwed out of Fist of the North Star dub. Japanese version is awesome (mostly because of the voice of Kenshiro) but the Spanish and especially the Italian dub are almost as good.
The English dub is fucking weak, man.
I guess it's because it's a hotblooded show and Spanish and Italian cultures are hotblooded so they'd kind of understand the psychology of Fist of the North Star better than English or something.
I don't know I'm just rambling to have to avoid looking at this blog and risk going blind and dying.

I'm so sleepy right now, but for some reason I have Celine Dion playing over and over in my head and I can't get to sleep.

I'm sorry to hear that.
I can't say I know a Celine Dion song which I consider the best policy in life.

Thrilling updates about my life:

1. Yesterday I ate chocolate ice cream (as opposed to vanilla) for the first time in 10 years, and it was very refreshing.

2. I've had Subway for dinner for two nights in a row and it's not doing my self-esteem any good.

3. York University is hot for me.

The year is 1943. You are a scientist working on the top secret Colossus project, an immense undertaking never before dreamed of by man. Its one goal: to decipher the Enigma code.
Flash forward 20 years: you are a scientist working in a hot Berkley University basement. your goal? To network two computers together to instantly(ish) send information from one computer to another. You are laying down the foundations for technology that doesn't even exist yet.
This is the dawn of a new era and the beginning of something that will revolutionize the way humanity understands information forever.
Flash forward another 10 years and you are IBM, positing that processors are now complex enough to handle graphical user interfaces, an idea Bill Gates takes and turns into his immensely successful Windows OS. For the first time computers might be within the grasp of the average person.
Flash forward a mere 35 years:
HAD ICE CREAM FOR DINNER xP is the summation of your collective efforts.
Shoulda gone into law, gentlemen.

I was lying in bed afterward and I had this great huge epiphany about the 1947 Greek Crisis which literally saved my soul IA.

No idea what this means but I have to assume it's the 1948 Greek-Turkish "Crisis" where President Truman set a policy where the US would send aid (money, weapons, training, etc.) to prevent Greece and Turkey from falling into the hands of the Soviets.
Well I think I've finally gone blind.
Goodbye.

Fist Rockgroin

I've been playing X-COM lately and all my characters have ridiculous names.
Captain Fist Rockgroin and his intrepid crew, including the, err, "lovely" Reef Blastbody.
My personal favorite is Law Bonecrusher, though.
Token ethnic friend of the crew. (He's Chinese because there's no way you could tell from the name).
Anyway, blogs.
I am loving this font, lady.

Awwww, yeah micky-fickies! Season five and six of OTH has arrived at the library. I can't wait to go home and clean up my room, call Jeff and let him know I'm safe and sound, find something to eat, play with Elizabyth ...then --and only then-- will I be able to watch muh shows!

Between a "to do" list and Twitter there is Livejournal.

We're looking into our own place, yeah, and I'm not sure if we are moving too fast. Well no, it's what I want, without a doubt I'm in love with him and sure it sucks that things aren't what we thought they'd be two years ago but we feel it's a step in the right direction. Starting our lives together. I looked at him last night, and after thinking long and hard about things --about what he said, asking me to marry him to be the mother of his child... After reflecting on the missacrraige (we were certain it'd be a girl: Andrea Peyton S) I whispered to him that I wanted to marry him, to have a child, to have a family with him.

How many ways can I say "no, this is a bad idea"?
You know that voice that said "I'm not sure if we are moving too fast"? You are.
When you can't tell the answer is yes.
Okay you inconsiderate cunt I had to turn my game off so I can focus more on your bullshit because my eyes literally could not focus from screen to screen because of your tiny ass microfont.

What is your favorite cult film, and why?

Today's writer's block, because I'm sure you were curious.

Are you kidding me... Rocky Horror Picture Show hands down!

Considering 90% of all responses were "Rocky Horror Picture Show" I'm not sure that counts as a cult movie.
Some of the other more perplexing answers included "The Godfather" (what) and "The Matrix". Maybe I don't know what a cult film is but I'm pretty sure what is widely regarded as one of the greatest movies ever made and one of the highest grossing movies ever made respectively don't count.

I thought the best thing for us was to take things slow. I was wrong and that changes evrything. I'm sorry, I truly am, for not caring enough --soon enough.

Even if you're wrong never admit it because the only way most people will know is if you tell them.

If you woke up surrounded by doctors who told you that you'd been in a medical experiment since birth and that your entire life had been a dream, how do you think you'd react?

I'd have to ask them who came up with this ridiculous question.

What's your favorite music video of all time?

ROCK ME TONITE

I can't make up my mind but it's a toss between...

Linkin Park - From The Inside

and...

A Perfect Circle - Three Libras

And that's just off the top off my head.

:|
Linkin Park is cool, though.

If you could give one friend a superpower, which friend would you choose, and what power would you give him or her?

I'd give myself Beta level psychic powers.
I am my own best friend.

What song reminds you of the happiest times in your life, and why?

I don't remember this question or what I said.
I'm going to go with "Numb" by Linkin Park because-- no I'm just fucking with you.

Homies-ICP

Hahahahaha
Holy shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit.
EVERYTHING'S ALL FUCKIN' MIRACLISTIC AND SHIT

What name would you give to your car or bicycle, and why?

Oh look, it's this shit again.

Nike ---no, not the shoe company. Although even they got the name from Greek Mythology. She is the goddess of strength, speed, and victory.

Because your car gives you strength-- what?

What's the worst thing you ever did to a partner during the course of a relationship? Did you ever move beyond it?

Murdered her and buried her in my backyard.
Yeah I just started dating her sister. The whole "searching for the missing person" quest made us really close.

I unfortunately cheated. No it wasn't something to get back at him for something else and I'm certainly not the type of woman who tends to be on the loose side.

I like how she says "I unfortunately cheated" like "whoops, couldn't have avoided that outcome".

No, it was a foolish mistake because I had not let go of my ex ---the same guy you told me I could trust him, the guy who said he couldn't give me what I needed at the time he broke up with me ...wrapped around his finger. I gave up friends, family, a good credit score, and almost an education because of him. I had not seen him in over a year; he said that he pretty much wanted me out of his life but when I feel content anough to apologize for things I had done in the past... He accepts I tried to be cordial, civil --hell, I thought we were friends and that we could put it all behind us and still be friends-- but then he shows up at my house, randomly... Things didn't go as far as the would have had Jeff not been in the picture (in a way he saved me from yearning for this guys attention and love when he never cared baout me in the first place).

Wait-- what's happening?

In fact, when he kissed me... I'll admit, something snapped inside of me I longed for the day when I'd be in his arms again. I wanted to know what took so long and why now and if he still cared about ---if he still loved me. I never thought once that he felt nothing at all. I never once imagined him having other motives or thinking of me merely as an object. I loved and trusted him too much to. But then... I had a sort of epiphany. You left me, I thought to myself. You left for a month without telling me ---even though you worked ten minutes from my house. You broke up with me to leave for North Carolina because there's nothing in Ohio for you.

NORTH CAROLINA MOTHERFUCKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER
I haven't cut anything out of this story, in case you were wondering. I have no idea what I'm reading.

Uh. Sooo yeah. along with getting my things in the house together, talking things over with Jeff, and figuring out short term goals for the next few weeks... I messaged her. You know, The lady I was so very rude to about the whole... well, nevermind. If you know you know, if you don't I'm going to keep it that way.

"No reason to start making sense now."

From time to time it would cross my mind and hit hard... I felt in my heart that trying to speak to her would be the right thing to do. To apologize. To say I'm not really such a bitch. I felt as nervous as Peyton every time she'd run into Lindsay. Wanting to do what felt right in the beginning only to have it blow up in her face and then so awkwardly try and make things right because the person she was when the met isn't and actually realy wasn't who she was as a person. Does that make any sense? I feel like I'm rambling.

NO, NOT YOU!
I know I've asked this question before (probably quite a few times) but what's the point of posting this on the internet? Why can't you just keep this shit to yourself?
Is it because your friends are reading? I'm here to tell you: they aren't. Most blogs have 0 comments. Most blogs have fewer comments than mine.
Fuck me I'm going blind.

Another day,

I'm not getting paid to do this, my game is down when I get home-- FUCK.
Anyway we need to talk.
Today's WB:

Let's say you're running for president, and you win by a mudslide. What would you change about your country and why? Would you make new laws? Paint the White House blue? Tell all!

Adjourn congress and dissolve the senate. There is work to be done and I cannot be tethered to bureaucratic nonsense. Democracy is far too important to trust to the common man.

I would impose heavy tariffs on imports to encourage domestic business,

Domestic business we can't afford to do because we've priced ourselves out of the market--

promote completely clean fuel sources, make public transportation widespread, abolish the use of cars except in rural areas

Oh God, really?
Abolish the use of cars.
Do you have any idea how stupid that sounds?
If we're using cleaner fuel we won't need to abolish cars--
Oh God no.

and make sure that the rich are heavily taxed, if there were any rich people at all.

Mmmm, yes. Always a wise idea to ensure your elite are poor.
What's that thing about smart people leaving poor countries as soon as they can?
Brain drain?
Might want to look into it.

I would abolish the stock market

HAAH
WAAW.
I, too, would enjoy living in the 10th century again.

lessen the salaries of CEOs proportional to their workers, so that whoever did the most work got the most pay.

Define "work".
As unnecessary as middle management often is someone does actually have to be in charge.

I would create more opportunities for the arts and everyone would have the best health care and the minimum wage would be high enough to live

And who's paying for all this now that you've abolished the stock market?
And to top it off she says she'd have everyone perform Russian disco hits and promptly links a German disco band.
Classy.

If you were a country, what would be your national anthem?

Man where the hell were all these questions when I was answering dumb shit about what food I like on a rainy day?
Anyway my national anthem would be this.
In case my ideas of dissolving the senate weren't throwing off enough of a Darth Vader vibe, you know.

Should websites like Wikileaks be defended for sharing confidential corporate and government information with the public, and why?

No. Secrecy is a weapon the same as an army or a bomb.

Yes. Governments only keep secrets away from each other and their citizens for violent purposes, it seems to me.

STOP CONTRADICTING ME, CAPTAIN "I'D DISSOLVE THE STOCK MARKET".
You're clearly Communist.
Look at your choice of colors, even. Red and yellow? MORE LIKE RED AND RED RED PINKO SCUM.

Wow, I'm in a domestic mood... today I made gluten-free banana bread

GIMME THAT GLUTEN.
Jesus Christ after staring at her blog for a while going back to a white screen makes everything look green.
I think I'm going blind.
That awful red color is permanently burned into my retinas.

Hello, I'm in London, sitting in a practice room at the Royal Academy of Music, listening to my friend play flute

Hey I'm in the United States sitting in my computer room going blind.
Then I'll become like that blinded Korean War vet in that movie Blind Fury and kill mobsters with a samurai sword.
I think he got blinded my Agent Orange, though, and not this blog or as I'm calling it "Agent Red".

It's a small room and flutes are loud from this distance, and the piece includes a lot of very high notes. Ow. It is a beautiful piece though, and she's studying with famous teachers; she's very good.

I really care about your friend.
Please, tell me more.

My flight back to this country was really crazy... it was supposed to leave Dayton for Atlanta, Georgia at 1:27 PM, and due to Atlanta being at the center of a huge storm system at the time, we had to wait until 6:00 to actually leave, (unboarding? Disboarding?) three times and then reboarding, and waiting on the runway for half an hour before we were allowed to take off.

I don't even know what game to turn on to ignore you. I can't turn on FFXIV because it's down-- maybe I'll play some Call of Duty.

Because my first flight was so late, I missed my connection to London, so had to take a later flight, which was supposed to leave at 9 but was rescheduled for 10:30 and ended up leaving at 12:30 while they fixed the toilets onboard.

Oh you wanna fight, Charlie? Let's see suck on the end of this .44 Magnum.

And I was seated in a seat with no windows next to a baby with an unintentional mohawk.

There's something very satisfying about using the enemy's weapons against himself.

Oberlin's Quaker meeting has gained two children who come to meeting with their dad, so we have had to debate about how to handle having a Sunday school. I'm charged with teaching the kids about Christian history before the Quakers.

So there were some Romans who were busy being industrious and conquering people and then a bunch of religious types caused a dark age we call the Dark Age-- I dunno, maybe I skipped some details there.

Great! I thought. Now I can teach them all about how Christianity departed from Judaism with Jesus and spread across the Roman Empire, which regarded it as a cannibalistic Mystery Cult, helped by the fact that unlike other religions in Europe at the time it admitted women and the poor as members.

AND THEN ZEUS SMOTE ALL THE UNBELIEVERS.

I was sick all last week, with something that felt like mono. Now I'm going to an Oberlin BDSM meeting.

This is the second blog in a week that has mentioned bondage.
I read some weird shit.
Well I'm all the way back to 2008 now and there isn't anything interesting to post about so I think it's safe to say you're boring.
I mean at least I had mapped out a plan to start a second Roman Empire in my responses. Yours were just nonsensical.
And just when I was about to let this dog lie:

I met this Polish guy last weekend in Dublin who thinks I'm a girl.

I mean surely--

I thought everyone who calls me Andrew knew I was a guy. Apparently their fucking gender binary minds can't get around their prejudice regarding who I am.

If you don't tell me I'm picking pronouns.

"Andrew, were you born a girl or a boy? I don't fucking care, but just tell me who you are." I don't fucking know who I am. I'm just fucking who I am. I'm a mess. I'm a fucking mess. I'm a fucking human being who just wants to be fucking left alone.

Well when you need to invent pronouns to describe yourself people are naturally going to have a few questions, yes.

Do you know how fucking hard it is? I suppose you might. But I met this amazing guy, who calls me a girl, and then five minutes later I'm "mate". It's not fucking fair. It's not fucking fair. I am who I say I am. Nothing more, nothing less.

Yeah but there are far too many women with vaginas to mess around with this nonsense.
Unless you're into that kind of thing.

God I'm fucking drunk. Okay, I'm going to stop writing this entry... alcohol is a curse upon the fucking human race. Don't forget that. Oh god.

I'm the only normal person in the entire world.
Anyway I think this entry officially ends here before I run into any more fuck.

I am error

Last entry I seem to have implied that Eurylochus was the giant Odysseus blinded with a fiery poker in The Odyssey. Eurylochus was, of course, the first captain on Odysseus' ship, and Polyphemus was the giant.
The two times I don't bother fact checking myself also prove the two times I'm wrong go figure~
Even though he wasn't horrifically blinded and disfigured, he ultimately meets his fate (along with everyone on the boat who isn't Odysseus) at the hands of Zeus.
Speaking of people who need a cleansing bold from Olympus: Revoless. (what)

The amount of disdain I have developed toward institutions of formal learning in recent years is remarkable.

I hear you. Christ all mighty, it has been --two weeks-- since that dusting you Southern hicks call snow fell, why in the fuck are the upper levels on the parking garage still closed? I could have moved that "snow" two handfuls at a time and it'd be clear by now. What have you yokels been doing?
Oh, but it's probably (probably) open now you may say. Well, that doesn't keep this last week from being a ton of nonsense.

Initially, it manifested as a distaste for the amount of bias inherent in post-secondary educations.

Oh, right. That. You'll get over it and become thankful there's a right opinion you can choose from instead of having to actually think for yourself. Believe me, you're in for reading the same shit over and over again so the ability to hand in your papers three times is pretty much a bonus.

Every class has a text and test-administrator that makes certain, more than anything else, that his/her students think in the same manner that they do.

Yeah I made the mistake yesterday of perhaps telling one of my fellow classmates that while she had to read Beowulf, I'd rather read Beowulf five times than The Scarlet Letter even once, and the teacher might have heard that oops~
Well hey, two can play at the "your opinion is wrong" game. If you think The Scarlet Letter is better than any epic you are clearly misinformed.

And some of what's spoon-fed is quite offensive if enough thought is given to the implications.

IMPLICATIONS
>implying implications

Your science is full of guesswork, and correlation mistaken for causation. No amount of precision,

Excuse me? No, I'm pretty sure they're testing that Hadron supercollider a lot before they turn it on. I'm almost certain that thing has to be unbelievably precise.
In fact I think most modern scientists try not to guess or take logical leaps at all. Also unlike English class, there is often an objective truth in science. Sure, the theories might be wrong, but you're going to need a lot of actual proof (outside of "HURR YOU CAN'T KNOW BECAUSE YOU'RE MORTAL") before anyone is going to listen.

I cringe at spelling mistakes. It's terribly shallow. Meaningless.
But that's what religion is for, isn't it?

I wish there was a religion that abhorred spelling errors. I'd be high cleric.

The Cruxshadows are probably even why I appreciate Homer, though they're clearly on Troy's side, that is to say, Rome's side.

Excuse me? I've read the Iliad a few times (it's one of my favorites, see) and I'm not really sure what that means.
I'm pretty sure Homer wasn't on the side of the Trojans. Hence that whole sac of Troy business.
Oh apparently this is a song. As in recorded and published by someone else, and she (?) bought it.
Cool song, bro.

Currently playing a game that asked me if I needed it to update my system to DirectX 3 while installing. I love.

... DirectX 3, huh?
Well anyone familiar with vidya gayman would know we're about to gear up for DirectX 12, so I think I might be reading a blog from quite a few years ago--
Nope this was published December of last year.

The old one had gotten so iffy that it was apparently making Karl's computer protest being connected to it. Now that it's gone, suddenly his processor isn't overheating anymore either.
So yay. Yay yay yay.

Uhh--
Wow I thought I had networking problems, good Christ. I didn't know simply being on a network could make a processor overheat. What the fuck are you using for heat compound, peanut butter?
Now there's a six paragraph essay on her latest scar healing. No, please, do continue.

I used to like the internet. Back in the days when it felt anonymous, unregulated, untamed and unorganized.
Back then, no one knew who you were, and no one particularly cared.

Things have changed so much in ten short-- wait, no they haven't.

And you could hop from point to point to point. Nowadays, you go to wikipedia, exhaust their resources, and are lucky if you can hop anywhere of note from those resources.

Are you on drugs? Almost every Wikipedia page has an "external links" section that takes you to ten million sources pretty much only you and the guy who wrote the page read.

The web used to allow one to be thorough, too. Nowadays, any site with real, textual content is invariably in the form of a blog.

>blogs
>content

My computer is dying. Blue screens of death with various types of error codes, freezing on the "preparing to stand by" screen... I'm pretty damned sure it's beyond redemption. It'll cost roughly $700 to buy a comparable computer without a monitor, and this is only assuming it'd take my outdated graphics card (should work, but I'm paranoid about such things because my knowledge is patchier than I'd like).

... If your monitor will "take" your graphics card. Your knowledge isn't patchy, it's pretty nonexistent.

When I was a little girl, I had a habit of pacing about the playground and thinking very hard about such questions as The Nature of Man and The Meaning of Life.

I used to pretend I was Mega Man X.
I think that's the end of today's blog. I could keep going if you'd like to hear such fascinating tales like THE MATH CLASS SHE KIND OF LIKES or WACKY ZANY COMPUTER ANTICS but quite frankly I'd rather go blind like I feared I was a few days ago.

AHHHHHHHHHHHH

As you may well recall from last entry, my eyes have been scourged by the fiery darts of Phoebus Apollo, and so today's entry brought my already reeling eyeballs to a state of milky blindness.
Who decided bright (almost neon) green looked good on a really bright orange background? This idiot, apparently.

The only schools I’ve ever gone to have been Catholic ones. For a number of reasons I won’t go into now, looking back on this often makes me cynical, and angry.

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I went to regular public school and I ended up cynical and angry too. Wonder how that happened?

I often heard this complaint at my Jesuit university: “I resent having to take three theology classes, and treat them as if I believed them. To me, it’s like taking a class on fiction.” Now I would agree.

I wouldn't. You went to a school taught by Jesuits. What did you expect?
That's like when I'm surprised my school goes full retard around snow. I went to a school in the (barely) South, what did I want?

In 7th grade, my Religion teacher was my Science teacher.

Hmm.
Must have been a fascinating lesson on the theory of the humors or perhaps the music of the spheres.

I sometimes wonder if my education could be considered child abuse: I memorized miracles, mysteries, and lives of the saints for quizzes and texts.

Preaching to the choir. I'm about to read The Scarlet Letter for the third fucking time.
I'm 22 and it's still child abuse as far as I'm concerned.

My favorite spells were always prayers to Mary. So that is how I will end this post: Salve Regina, mater misericordiae: vita, dulcedo …

Get the flamethrower. There's a witch afoot.
Here's my summary of the next entry: "there's a summary on Wikipedia of OH FUCK MY EYES ARE MELTING STOP LINKING IN THAT COLOR."

Last week we went to the museum. A whole whale is hanging from the ceiling. Bigger than big! OK, have you ever seen a Volkswagen car that's like a bug? Um huh, you know what I'm talking about.

Yeah, it's called a Volkswagen Beetle. It's sort of named after a bug?

That's how big the heart of a blue whale is. I know it's not possible, but if that heart was in me could I love more?

... You do know the size of your heart, contrary to what Dr. Seuss taught you, has nothing to do with your ability to-- never mind, I'm talking about a girl who thinks witchcraft is real.

(I like to believe that when I write fiction, I explore the possible beauty and meaning of every moment, every image in life. But I am pretty damn vulnerable to despair and distraction when I'm actually living my own life.)

Wow you're really boring. I bet your fiction sucks.
Excuse me I'm just going to EV train my Larvitar while you talk. I'm sure you won't mind.
160 HP, 252 Att, 96 Spe. That shouldn't be too difficult.
There, 290 of 510 EVs knocked out in just a few short minutes.

I am an open-minded person, but I have also learned to be a realist. Please read this explanation of rape culture. I'll wait.

Now that you understand, a little bit, how a young woman is vulnerable in a patriarchal society, I expect you to understand why I will be cautious around you if you are a) a man I don't know very well b) a man as old/older than as my parents (hint: they're both under 50) or c) ANYONE I don't know very well.

Oh look, Foundations of Education has returned.
Oh, Tyranitar needs 1,250,000 exp to get to 100. That's pretty high, actually.
Yet another reason in an ever-expanding list of reasons Ghost Pokemon are the master race of Pokemon: on average they only need 800,000 exp.

I need to protect myself, and there are some things I would like you to assume about me:

Oh I found your protection right here.
Dirty Harry wishes this existed when he was tooling around San Fransisco.
Oh, no her protection is the following: RULES RULES RULES DON'T TALK TO ME.
Don't flatter yourself. I wasn't planning on it.
Christ, your rulebook is bigger than the Warhammer 40,000 3rd edition rulebook.
Which is like 400 pages, incidentally.

I would only like you to contact and communicate with me in the appropriate venue, i.e., the circle we know each other in.

So... MSN?

If we know each other through the Time Bank, message me through that system ONLY, and ONLY if it is about a volunteer opportunity.

Listen I just need a Cranidos if you don't have one you can just say so and I'll find someone else to trade with--

2) I am not looking for a romantic partner right now. Thanks but no thanks.

You know what? I'll just use my Sceptile instead, actually.

3) I have a few circles of friends my own age (let's just say mid-20s). Of course I would like to get to know you at the appropriate venue (see #1), but outside of the clubs and organizations we both belong to, I am satisfied with my social life. Let's keep our relationship (read: friendship) professional.

I SAID FORGET IT, JESUS.
I thought you were cool but it's like talking to a fucking lawyer over here.

4) If you are a man and you're showing an inappropriate interest in me (as defined by points 1-3), I am going to look you up on the Wisconsin Circuit Court open records system, and then I am going to report you to the moderator of whatever group we know each other from.

>inappropriate interest
>friendly conversation outside of her "social circle" would technically fall under that category
Glad I'm a man and don't have to worry about this rape stuff. This seems like a really complicated affair.
Seriously a .44 Mag is like a thousand bucks. You can even get the Clint Eastwood variant.
Worth thinking about.
Well this whole EV thing has really taken off so I better stop here so I can focus on this much RAW EXCITEMENT (when fighting hundreds of Seakings is more interesting than your blog you have fucked up in a way that I can't even describe properly).

OH SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT

I've made the joke "I'm going blind because of the shitty color choice" and I'd like to apologize to all previous blogs I've said that about, because compared to today's visual onslaught, those previous blogs were tame.
Seriously, am I dying? Look at this shit.

I hate carrying big bulky objects for extended amounts of time. I like things that fit in my arms and don't poke or prod me and don't require me having to shake my arms to get feeling back into them. I often keep it so I rarely carry bulky or heavy objects, but today was not the case.

Oh of course the colors carry over into my blog. Thanks a lot Zabukawaiirl. Also it's really hard to care about whatever it is you're talking about when... LOOK AT THIS SHIT!

I know our school isn't as well off financialy as it used to be, but I really wanted a new sketchbook, and plus I'm leaving this year, so how much would our school loosing a sketchbook effect me?

So I guess the kid after you who doesn't get a sketchbook at all doesn't matter, huh?
Also: financially*, lose*, affect*. Come on, now. You're graduating high school, try a little harder.
Her entire story is she wants to take one of these sketchbooks so she put her crappy anime drawings in it over the summer, and in case you were wondering, this story has no closure. So I guess I will never know or care.

Final Teusday of highschool, afterall.

Tuesday*, after all* come on.
I keep hoping her blog will suddenly end so I can stop with the eye straining font, but alas, it keeps going.

I'll be testing and praying to Jesus and Satan and Ala and Budah and Chuck Norris and

Stop. I'm going to ignore for the moment you spelled Allah and Buddha wrong. Let's focus, first, on CHUCK NORRIS? CHUCK NORRIS JOKES? Year check: 2009, and Chuck Norris jokes were never funny. Also kill yourself. All right, proceed.

...Sponge Bob that I pass my classes and all the while it will feel like someone released an angry chinchilla in my insides.

Christ all mighty.

Then again, not a lot of things are. Karma's final blow be a very cruel mistress.

I'm going to forgive you for not understanding how karma works, considering the spelling of Buddha was beyond you, but suffice it to say, that's not actually how karma supposedly works.
What you're thinking of, I think, is the John Lennon song "Instant Karma".

but one of the largest online wars finally drew to a close over the weekend. You know, the one you all expected to end in bloodshed, a duel in an ally way somewhere resulting in a double homicide?

I have no idea what you're talking about, but considering this is coming from you, I'm going to guess it's stupid.

I still feel like skateboarding around school. Just breaking out a board and just traveling from class to class by skateboard while listening to Blink-182.

I thought the joke was on me, reviewing a blog from 1998, but nope, this blog was written on... March 11, 2009.

Nothing really that much to write about at this point. Just little blurbs about wanting to learn to play the guitar just for the soul purpose of playing songs with bottle caps from cans of soda (or whatever you call those little mettle things...)

Sole*, metal* also, the technical term you were looking for, Lady Phonics, is "tab".

I forgot to write about my amazing discovery yesterday morning that set my day off to what I believed to be a good start, but now I figure it was karma's way

All right I know I said I wouldn't, but you've done this a couple of times now, so let's go over karma.
Karma, not to be confused with Dharma (pay attention now), is the sum of your deeds in this life as well as in past lives. It is not a cause and effect relation, where if you were bad you will be punished. Instead, it's the sum factor of all the deeds you have ever done.
Dharma would be the teachings of the Buddha.

I have an inferiority complex because I was bullied and I wanna be Sasuke because I'm weak Baaaaaaaaaaaw!

What.
Well I would continue with this, but my eyes just fell out of my head. Godspeed, all.