Apple sucks

Just saw a commercial for Apple on Youtube. They wanted me to switch to the new Apple OS, because "herp your switching anyways might as well switch to ares!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (grammar for effect)" joke's on you, cockblimps, because I already switched. To Windows 7.
Why? Well, I didn't build this monster machine to run a shitty OS that can't do anything except be pretentious.
That's right. Call back when you can run gayms.
Oh right. Blogs.
So first thing I'm blind. Cool 4 point font.

Life is a little diffcult at the moment, but I have faith. =) I have hope in something better to come. =) I was watching Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants last night and it made me think about life.

Whenever someone says something like "I was inspired by Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants" my immediate reaction is something like this:
Really? Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants (I don't even know what that is) brought out the deep philosophical issues of your life?

How we take things for granted. That we just don't go for how we feel at the moment. Some of us tend to hold back, hold grudges, never take risks, wait for something better to come along, but when we have faith and know we can do it, with the help of God, our friends, or our family.

Yeah well Warhammer taught me that only a fool puts his faith in luck. A wise man puts his faith in THE EMPEROR.

I'm making a book of quotes from random people and I need to jot them down here for now...OH I'm also gonna be taking up photography. I always see random signs and just the little things in the street that spark my interest and want to take pictures of it, but never have a camera, so I'm gonna get one someday and start traveling and taking pictures of random things in random places. =)

This post was made at 8:51 in the morning. Who is this high energy that early in the fucking morning?
Oh right, high school girls.

I LOVE VOLUNTEERING! Service really is the answer to all life's problems.

A MOMENT OF HERESY BLIGHTS A LIFETIME OF FAITHFUL SERVICE.

I volunteered at The Red Cross with Corri, Karri, and Ephraim at La Canada high school for the fire victims. The fire is SOOO CLOSE TO THE HIGH SCHOOL. It's ridiclous how close it is. It's sad how the 2 fire men passed away because of the fire.

Passed away because of the fire. That's an interesting turn of phrase. Usually people use "passed away" in relation to disease or such like. Not violent deaths.

GOSH FIRES ARE RIDICULOUS!

Yeah they are! Man, who thought fire was a good idea? What has fire done for man? Oh right, it basically allowed people to invent civilization. But besides that, what does fire do?
Oh right, it cooks food.
But besides that, fire has done relatively little.

I relaized what I wanna do in life. I wanna major in Nursing and minor in Marketing.

Relaized. Reh-layzed.

The only other major to fall back on in Pharmacy. Those are def. my choices. I love life! I hate that we take for granted every moment sometimes, but I guess that's part of life right?

'We'? Bitch, I have an egg timer on my desk that I turn over sometimes just to remind myself that the SANDS OF TIME ARE SLIPPING FROM MY LIFE AS I TYPE.

Maybe we aren't really wasting it??...Yes..MY GOSH. I CAN'T WAIT TO HELP OUT! I can't wait till my career and everything else kicks off! I love my Father in Heaven and my Savior Jesus Christ. Without them, my life wouldn't be AS GREAT. Or even GREAT! Love everybody! *muahs*

Wow. This.

The Savior suffered so much for me and you.

You, maybe. Meanwhile I was busy being -2000 years old.

I have never been happy. =)

Ha, ha-- oh what.
Now there's a totally hilarious fucking story about tithing where she pays her taxes but HER HEAVENLY FATHER saw fit to tell Obama to give back the extra money she paid so she could go out and whore around or whatever it is religious girls do (what? They're notoriously easy. I don't make the rules) I'm not really sure where God comes into this because really, she paid extra money to the state, the state took whatever percent it did because OM NOM NOM MONEY EATING MONSTER, then they realized she paid too much (dope) so they gave some back. At what point should she be thankful in this process, exactly? Personally I'd give a big "fuck you" to North Carolina for not letting me keep all of the money I earned.
Which is none, incidentally. Working is for suckers.

I am so grateful for this church. It has made me a better person.

While I do not condone ego for surely Nemesis will punish hubris you could probably take a little more credit for self improvement, okay. Operative word in that: self.

I was trying to push ahead to make my way up front, but some girls were cussing and telling me really mean things.

Really mean things? What are you, nine? Get in their grill and tell them what the score is.

I just realized the big difference once I was in that situation. The gospel really does make you a better person. A stronger person =) I was able to be Christ-like and not push the argument or get into a fight.

Yeah and look what that fucking got him. Nailed to a tree.
Not that I'm condoning being a fist-swinging caveman but you know, when they start piling into the truck to hit Byzantium's version of Home Depot to get the supplies for your crucifixion I think you're well within your rights to maybe defend yourself. Or at least cheese it to Greece or something.
Two qualities I look for in a savior is some common sense and self-preservation instinct.

Stacy and I went to the Paseo to watch The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. It was pretty good. I didn't get some parts and Stacy explained so it all came together in the end.

Ah yes, the complex narrative of The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. Here's how it goes, okay, try to follow along: there's this bro, right, and he ages backwards. The end.
Now the next couple of posts are something I can only describe as "logorrhea" which if you couldn't tell from the word is basically verbal diarrhea.

Like I've said before, I am a person of depth. I like going deep. Anything beneath the surface is what I like. =) I just finished watching "The Pursuit of Happyness".

Oh boy.

That movie is amazing. The struggle Christopher (Will Smith) went through is a STRUGGLE...I wouldn't be able to handle that, but we all have struggles. Some can handle more than others. Sometimes, I think about other peoples struggles and think "Wow, I wouldn't be able to handle that." I admire people that can handle a lot of adversity. My mother and my grandma are fighters. So is my cousin Jackie. People that can handle adversity, yet still manage to be happy and good are admiring to me. Very.

So you know that part in the song Layla by Eric Clapton where he just starts rocking out for 5 minutes and the song ends? It's really cool, but you're left wondering what the fuck, right? Well that's this blog, but minus the awesome part.

It was an amakening.

A what?

I think Heavenly Father knows when to hit me.

Oh so you're into that kind of shit, huh? I see.
Also her overuse of the term "Heavenly Father" reminds me of Assassin's Creed II suddenly. Knights Templar on about THE FATHER OF UNDERSTANDING (only with fake Italian accents so it's more like DE FATHUR AWF OOWNDERSTAHNDENG). Remember: Italians + fake Italian accents = like I'm really understanding a foreign language!

What is life without any hope? It is DEAD! I know what it's like to feel dead. It is not a good feeling. Ha. To not feel anything is a sad thing.

So you say. Personally I think that should be something to strive for, because really you only know good feelings in relation to bad ones, so shouldn't the goal to be to transcend all earthly emotions?
The blog ends shortly thereafter with a big FRIENDS ONLY SIGN FUCK ME.
So what have we learned?
I learned that DE FAWTHUR AWF OONDERSTENDHENG has hidden ALIEN ARTIFACTS in plain sight and then allows them to be photographed by yo-yos.
I mean, I don't know if that's the big twist of Assassin's Creed II, that God is an alien, but given the "pieces of Eden" look like FILTHY XENOS technology that's the only logical conclusion.

I have waited long for this day

By "long" I mean "since Friday" because holy fuck people, you have to be more conductive to interesting entries. I sat around for about an hour looking for a good blog to riff on, and I came to the conclusion that to be even the least bit amusing I'd have to expressly not post about whatever blog I found. I considered doing that, or perhaps even revisiting one of the old favorites, but that felt like cheating. Rehashing.
Praise be for this glorious day, though. Chiquitachica (some name you have there) brings the proverbial goods.
Anno Domini Two Thousand and Eight, December 29.

Santa Claus. IF I ever have kids, I don't want to teach them to believe in Santa Claus.

Smart, really. Superstitions are stupid. Really, to me, it sends them the completely wrong message. It compels them to do good for some external reward rather than wanting to good for the sake of doing good. It creates disingenuous people.

Ok before you go into hysterics!! Open your mind and listen why...

No I was agreeing with you, actually.
I mean I don't necessarily agree that pounding every last ounce of fun out of childhood is a good thing, but hey it's certainly your prerogative.

Yes, I remember the excitement and anticipation of discovering the gifts that Santa brought on Christmas morning. I definitely do not want to deprive my children of that joy.

So we're in agreement still.

But the reason children love Santa Claus so much is that he is the guy that brings the presents. Most children are actually terrified of the physical representation of this guy.

They are?

So, since I am a believer of God, and I believe that God gave His Son as a Gift to the world, and that Jesus was the perfect example and the perfect sacrifice so that anyone who accepts that Gift may spend eternity in Heaven...

Oh boy. Here it is.

I would prefer that my children grow up remembering THAT as the reason that we give gifts to them, and to one another.

Yeah, you know, exactly the original meaning of Christmas.

Instead of writing to Santa, I'd like my kids to pray to God for things.... and instead of thinking that their gifts came from a mythical man in a red suit, I'd like for them to thank God for providing for them, and to know that they are blessed by GOD.

oh so instead of praying to a mythical man who obviously doesn't exist, they'll pray to God who CLEARLY is real. Makes perfect sense.
Also glad to see you're instilling your children with the ability to solve their own problems. No, instead of working to earn what you want instead sit back and really, really hope it comes true because it will. This definitely won't create passive, superstitious fuckwits or anything.

Even non-believers want to believe sometimes. And that makes me smile.

Personally I pray to Moros, daughter of Erebus and Nyx.

God likes it when we pray, no matter what! (but don't forget to say "Thanks" for the things He already gave you)

That's what I like about Moros. No rituals, no symbols, no cult, no followers.
Okay now there's some baby pictures or something. I always like these because I get an indepth look at the person I'm reviewing. It's like an added bonus because they really didn't have to go to all that trouble for my amusement.

I'm pretty sure that in all my time on earth,

All, what, TWENTY TWO years of it or something?

Every time I remember that OBAMA WON... I get a little tiny adrenaline rush and a little rush of excitement. Every time they talk about it on TV the same thing happens.

I don't know. I just have a good feeling about this.

"I just have a good feeling about this." Famous last words if I've ever heard them.
Now there's an entry entitled "some delightful randomness" which I really appreciate the heads up, because I am skipping this bullshit.

A couple of weeks ago my friend Jennifer asked me to take some photos of her pregnant, while she was still pregnant!

Take some photos of her pregnant, while she was still pregnant.
I give up, is this a zen riddle? How can you take pictures of someone pregnant without them being pregnant?
Oh, no wait, I know the answer to this one. I read that some nutty women want to be pregnant so much they actually trick themselves into believing they are, with suitable physical symptoms to match, but they actually aren't. So that way she would, at least in appearance, be pregnant but not actually.
Yes, I am now enlightened.
Looking at these pictures-- white trash tattoo spotted on her right upper arm. Class act, you.

I happen to know, from experience and from not being superficial,

Yeeeeeeeeees?

(and from the BIBLE!) that the opinions of the masses.... i.e. society, "other people," people I don't know, the status quo...

Oh well excuse me, if the BIBLE says it it has to be fucking true, right?
You know, even the parts that talk about the firmament above the Earth and the giants and unicorns and shit like that? All true!

Their opinions do not affect me, nor do they matter. That is not where my value lies, and it is not my source of decision-making. they are not the people I aim to please, in my daily life.

Not true at all! Remember when the vast majority of people believed the earth was flat? They were right! Case closed.

I used to go to a church where everyone acted like they were perfect Christians and never did anything wrong. For one thing, that's totally impossible. We all have sinned, and do sin.

This God fellow, what a jerk. Always judging his followers and calling them guilty and sinners-- that's what I like about Moros. Never judges me, never asks questions. Shit, she doesn't even require followers. I just threw in because I liked the cut of her jib.
Now there's some pictures of her and some other bimbo and some Michael Phelps-look alike but sans the success, fame and money. Also the women.
He also looks impotent (you can tell by looking).
Wow you're kind of fat. I couldn't tell before because you were doing that old Myspace trick of taking all your photos at a downward angle to hide your massive girth but now that someone else is clearly taking the photos they don't lie.
Wait let me check-- no your chin is normal size. I also know girls with HUGE MAN CHINS to do this to hide their huge Lurch jaws.

dear nabisco: when i buy a box of flavored triscuits, why do some of them taste really good, and others just taste like tree bark? love, kaela

A question of the ages. I have oft wondered the same thing about Cheez-Its.

So, if you know me, or read my blog much, you know that I'm not really into politics. I consider myself apathetic. Well, apathetic is really a cover-up for how I really feel, so I don't have to talk about it.

Remember, Kaela: to withdraw in disgust is not apathy.

But what about the part of our country who doesn't belong to any sort of religion? If they don't have a set of religious beliefs preventing them from practicing a lifestyle of homosexuality, then what is really wrong with allowing them to make a lifetime commitment to their same-sex partner?

Hey whoa you're forgetting the absolute best part of Christianity: forcing people who don't agree with you to conform to your own ethics.

Would you argue the same for groups such as Nambla? They too are arguing legalization.

This is a comment someone made.
Also if you can't see the difference between two adults pledging their faith to each other and pederasty, then I think you might want to invest in a dictionary.

So far I have lost FIVE POUNDS!!!

Let us reward ourselves with a large helping of cake, because nothing chases weight loss like a nice slice of cake.
And you know what chases cake down? More cake.

Since I was worried that my child (my dog) might die, I didn't even notice until I got home that a wild pack of CHIGGERS had attacked my underwear area.

Hey, whoa that's racist and-- oh, oh chiggers, ha, ha. I was about to say I didn't expect you to be the type.

Can't other people learn from our mistakes as well, so that they dont have to go through the same struggles?

I think that's the beauty of free will, Kaela. You are free to learn (or indeed not learn) from anything you please.

I would let you win when we play video games.

Chyah like a girl could beat me at any video game.
Also you live in Texas. TEXAS.

Clint recently got married, about 6 months ago, to a girl named C'arron.

Wow that is some name.

crap. i just typed a huge long entry and i accidentally closed it.

HOW DO YOU EVEN DO THAT?
I just pushed closed my eyes, pushed my mouse in the direction towards the close button and clicked it and I still missed. I tried several times and still couldn't achieve this by accident.
Also are you ready for this awesome joke she told?

so on a lighter note, here are some photos from the week.

my face:

LIGHTER AND YOUR FACE TOGETHER IN A SENTENCE? HA, HA, HA, HA GOOD ONE
AH, HA, HA--
Also entry over.

Finally

Friday was so boring. Livejournal boasts something obscene like 13,000,000 active users but all 13,000,000 would be goddamned if they were going to do anything even remotely interesting on Friday. WENT TO MY GRANDPARENT'S FOR THANKS GIVING (TWO WORDS BECAUSE I'M AN IDIOT). Stop.
But today seems more promising. I already have a winner I think. This person might be a girl and she (or he, honestly) might be a furry. I can't tell.
But what I can tell is this person is a huge fucking baby and whiner to boot. Also fuck them.

After a week of not working on the Anatomy Book I can finally get back to it.

Studying the perfect human form and ruining it by adding aberrations and mutations the likes of which even the most depraved mind cannot imagine to be sure.
By the way I'm just going on the belief that this person is a furry until she (or he, to be honest) can prove otherwise.

I brought up to my aunt about the IPod, and said I didn't care if it was taken but that I wanted the music off of it. I don't actually know how IPods work other than you have to Download onto it and don't know if you can get music off, but would like to try.

I'm guessing by the word choice in this paragraph you don't have a lot of familiarity with technology at large.

I tried to tell her I wasn't saying he stole stuff when she said the keyboard I allowed. Well yes, I waved it off. It was already in the car anyway...what was I going to say...I was sick to my stomach as it was. I wanted a key to the house but again, she just said we'd figure everything out together the next time we went to the house and everyone would get what they wanted from it and she didn't want anyone inside the house without her being there too.

Allowed the keyboard, together in the house-- what is going on here? I must have missed a lot.

I hate to argue and I hate conflict, and I am so shattered as it is I can't stomach it. Eric says I'm being taken advantage of and walked all over, and before I know it everything will be gone despite the fact that I should have first dibs to anything inside the house in accordance with the will but I just have such a hard time fighting with family.

Ah. A petty squabble about the items left in the wake of someone's death. The bigger person would say "take whatever you want. I'm not a vulture and I won't fight you over what invariably amounts to pickings" but this is Livejournal we're talking about.

I have lost the ability to stand up for myself. Then again, how many people have to stand up to their families like I have done over the years and continue to do?

Most people. You're not unique.

When does it end?

It doesn't.

I don't know why I called my aut about the IPod. I only made things worse. I should have shut up about it.

Yeah, well, hindsight is, as they say, always 20/20.

Don't I care to fight for what's legally mine and what my grandfather wanted? I do, but then again, I just don't have the stamina or strength. I don't know how much more of this I can take.

Ha, ha what a weak excuse that is. Either you care or you don't. Saying you don't have "the strength" (like you're fighting an actual battle here) is the same as saying "I don't want to" which is fine. Shit, as I said earlier, it makes you the bigger person. This Eric character sounds like a real rabble rouser.
I like this Eric. He reminds me of me.

No one sees how I suffer in silence and I can't tell them.

I do. I see exactly what your problem is.
The thing is I don't give a shit. As I've told many people, just be thankful you don't have real problems.

I am glad I have Eric and my son. They are keeping me alive.

You should be setting the example but NOPE ALL ABOUT YOU YOU YOU, is it?

I had my aunt and her family come in for Thanksgiving for dinner at our house, along with Eric's sister and his family.

Interesting that she'd call it her aunt's family (making it her family) and her husband's family (making them in-laws). Very sterile word choice for someone clearly so melodramatic.

We had a full house and 3 dogs, and it all went well overall...only, I was not expecting my aunt to invite me to my grandfather's house the day afterwards to meet up with a realtor.

Here's what you do, chief. I'm going to make this so easy even someone like you can follow my instructions.
"Aunty dear (you're British for this bear with me), I understand you're going to assess grandfather's estate. I'd be most curious as to the mechanisms for this and would like to accompany you."
There. That's it. Don't leave an opening for her to say no because, as you yourself pointed out, it's your estate now in accordance to the will. You wouldn't let your aunt sell your own house out from under you, would you?

In a good market, the house would have easily been worth 400k or more, and I hadn't wanted to even think about selling it for less and just sit on it until the market picked up. After all, the house was all paid off and the bills could easily be taken care of from the trust.

She doesn't want to dip into the trust because, as is becoming painfully obvious to someone with two eyes and a brain situated somewhere in his head (and not up his ass) she's trying to get that for herself.
Also, as a perceive this, your aunt is your grandfather's daughter, so really if your mom is dead (which I take her to be because I hear no mention) it should go to your aunt anyway, unless there was a falling out (which explains the animosity between you and your aunt~) so she probably sees this as rightfully her property anyway.

It all happened so fast, and now there won't be any stopping my mother from buying it should she get word of it...

Ah so your mother is alive. Interesting that you two wouldn't be pooling your resources if the aunt is clearly in the wrong.
I'm starting to get the feeling you're being a cunt about this.

And now I have no say, and the dream of possibly moving into it is gone, and here I am stuck in kankakee with white trash, afraid for my son's upbringing, and thinking I made a big mistake leaving home and wishing things had gone differently.

Funny you call someone white trash when you spend every waking second squabbling about inheritance (like trash).

It is just a house, and it was only logical to sell it, and Eric and I could never afford buying my aunt out for it, nor could Eric leave his Kankakee job.

SO WHAT'S THE FUCKING PROBLEM?

But all the reationale in the world doesn't matter to me.

Reationale. You also spell "realtor" as "relator" so you're completely ass-backwards on your spelling today. Get your fucking act together.

The house is not mine. Techinically it is my aunt's...at least the majority, so I don't have anything to really complaign about.

Wait so the house isn't even your property-- Jesus I'm starting to get a headache. Also it isn't "techinically" your aunt's, it's completely your aunt's. If she owns the majority she gets final say, unless she's only a dominant minority. if multiple parties own it (your grandfather kicks ass for causing so much havoc from beyond the grave) then in theory two parties could overpower your aunt, but I'm guessing you and your mother are either at odds or don't have a majority together anyway.
I'll tell you who I feel sorry for in all this fiasco.
Well, two people. Your son and the estate's attorney.

I'm so completely devestated I can no longer face the problem. My husband says I take everything personally, well maybe I do.

"devestated", eh? Also it's not a question of maybe. You're a complete nut.

I've even though of seeing someone to help me cope but I don't have the money for that..and they'd probably stick me on anti-depressants anyway and I don't buy into that crap. I just closed up, shut down, and now don't want to talk about it to anyone. Why...just so someone can tell me I am wrong to feel the way I do?

I'm certainly not a mental health professional but I cannot imagine any psychiatrist (with a degree) would tell you that what you're feeling is wrong.
You must go to the coolest psychiatrist ever. The Doctor House of shrinks.
Well whatever House gets shit done.

You know what...I have a right to my feelings despite how illogical they may be.

Very true.

Just because you say, it's wrong to think of feel that way...doesn't mean I instantly check myself and say, hey, you're right...I need to rethink my feelings here.

Just because you say, superfluous commas.
Also that is what mentally healthy people do. "Wow you're right I'm being a total untamed psychotic here I better get my shit together." But you are apparently blind to that.
Not only blind but actually attempting to justify your behavior.
... That's actually a sign of something clinically wrong.
I'M ON TO SOMETHING.

No. I feel the way I feel and I refuse to just let somebody tell me it's wrong.

I also feel sorry for Eric, your husband. After some thought on this I realize he's probably trying to negotiate an impossible situation.

I need to buy the guitar.

Speaking of totally related thoughts--
Jesus. I either need to get my emotionally frustrated nutty head together or buy a guitar.
To borrow a joke I heard somewhere, I need to either take a piss or swim in ice cream.

I'm afraid of what people will say to me about how I feel because I've already faced adversity when I've left my soul bare.

Wait I thought you said you wouldn't change--
What. So you're afraid of what others will think but you won't change anyway? Why bother being afraid-- no, no. This doesn't make any sense at all!

There's this game for boys called Bakugan, which in Japan means "Exploding Spheres."

Very true.
Which is, coincidentally, probably what your husband would rather have had happen before having a kid with you.
Seriously he's trapped with an emotional leech. Nothing he can do. Can't leave the kid to become the leech child from Japanese mythology, can he?
Also rereading that joke I have less faith than usual in it. I think I was going for an exploding testicle joke or something.
Oh well they can't all be winners~

But yes I do tend to like childish things...but where do you draw the line?

I play with Warhammer (they're toys let's face it) and I watch cartoons still so who the fuck knows or cares?
Seriously is someone making fun of you for liking Pokemon at the playground? Are you an adult? Why do you care what others think so much?

What does growing out of something mean anyway?

It means you don't like doing it anymore.
Seriously does everything need to become a personal vendetta with you?

I've wanted an acoustic guitar for many years.

Spanish, electric or GTFO.

I can't just not have ideas floating through my head on all the cool stuff I want to do. I was, and still am, the type of artist that gets into an art zone and does not like to be interrupted.

Good thing you decided to have a kid. Two, in fact.
Well, raising a baby you're inturrupted non-stop. First...forget a full night's sleep.

Second...prepare to have to sit for 30 minutes or more feeding the baby every 2-3 hours. Add that up...it's at least 4 hours a day spent feeding the baby.

Yeah apparently babies are a pain in the ass or something.

don't feel safe putting Nicholas into the school system here, so I have made up my mind to home school...

Based on your grasp of grammar and spelling he's doomed.
All right, that's it. I'm tired of typing this shit.