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Saturday, September 24th, 2005
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0-2
I'm working on making it 3.
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I think my family secretly tries to kill me whenever my sister is home.
Like, when she's here she insists upon going to the grocery store with my mom (because she gets no other social interaction) so I write them a list, very specific asking for things that I can make myself to eat.
Anyways, they either
a. don't get what I list
or
b. they get something similiar to what I wanted, but they know that I hate (ex. I wrote down "regular (no flavoring) pork bacon" and they come back with turkey bacon and hickory smoked bacon)
I really think this is done just to spite me, and I'm also sure that it is malicious.
Everyone in my family knows that when I don't have something to eat that I like - I just won't eat.
(and for those of you who are idiotic, no, this doesn't happen often - my sister lives here about a month out of the year, tops... I normally eat like crazy.)
They're trying to kill me.
Good thing I'm getting thundercloud's tomorrow.
FURTHER EVIDENCE that they are trying to kill me: my sister picked me up a box of sugar free popsicles sweetened with asperthane, which I am severely allergic to and everyone in my family knows this.
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Wednesday, July 6th, 2005
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Despite popular belief, I am (amazingly enough) alive and well. Despite another popular belief, I've been pretty well able to keep myself occupied this summer. I know I haven't been doing my writing (please express your deep shame of me later), I'll try to get back to it sooner or later... I know you loving my whining, half-sarcastic remarks.
Anyways, I'm leaving town in about an hour or two and I won't be back until friday evening.
If you have my number you'll still be able to contact me (I've yet to decide if I'm bringing my laptop or not).
Oh yeah, and I hope that all of you went out and praticed your American right to blow shit up.
I know I did.
PS. anyone interested in being part of a water balloon fight the week after next should contact me.
PPS. GO SEE GBH AT EMO'S ON THE 20TH. So far - Lita, Maggie, Travis and I are pretty sure we're going... as well as a few other of my friends who aren't worth mentioning because I'm 100% positive no body who reads this knows them.
If you've never heard GBH I can send you a song via AIM, just leave me your SN if I don't already have it.
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Wednesday, May 11th, 2005
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Do more animals die for your antibiotic or your lipgloss?
A vegan woman told me that products that I used (completely unprovoked) were not cruelty free, despite the fact that the containers state "NOT TESTED ON ANIMALS" and basically that I was a bitch for not caring about animals as much as I put on.
Well, this vegan woman happened to be pregnant, so I decided to ask her "Are you going through cruelty free child birth and never inoculating your child?" The woman got flustered, and took herself out of the conversation.
Here comes the point where I have to state that I have absolutely no problems with vegans, I just have problems with people who think it's okay to force their lifestyle upon you. In my opinion, if someone takes the time to tell someone - who they do not even know - what is currently wrong with their actions (such as buying a product that's not 100% cruelty free), they deserve, NAY! they are entitled to hear about the hypocrisies they are committing. This applies to every group, not just vegans.
Now, for those of you who don't really feel like looking up the statistics of animals who die yearly for cosmetics and those who die yearly for medical sciences, lets think of it this way: which is more likely to do the body more harm - an invasive product (such as an inoculation, or a pill) or a topical agent? Not to mention, that most of the products used in the beauty industry have already been tested numerous times over the past 10, 20, 50 or more years and thus most of them are known to be fairly safe already. You never see people finding a new doctor because the pills they prescribe are not cruelty free.
In conclusion: medicines are not any more of a necessity to mankind than cosmetics... If you're vegan and plan on preaching to a stranger the cruelties which they partake in every day, please stop going to mainstream doctors or buying over the counter medicines - please! use the herbal treatments (which the effectiveness and dangers of are not really known by any scientists or the FDA for the most part).
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There's really no excuse.
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Recently, I've been approached to join a coalition of artists. I kindly refused this invitation (or at least as kindly as I possibly could) on the basis that I feel there is not a sudden flux of youth creativity, which was the key point that this group supported - the emergence of a youth creative movement.
As far as I can tell, the artistic youth is in no way, whatsoever, creative. Creativity is innovation - bringing something new to light that has never been seen before. Copying photographic styles prevalent since the mid-1980s (or even earlier) or copying artistic styles of bygone eras does not suggest creativity in the least or copying musical genres that have existed for 20 years is, amazingly enough, not creative - funk and punk have already been mixed, new wave and classical music have already been mixed - try creating a new combination that doesn't sound like crap.
If you can paint like El Greco, fantastic, you're talented - but El Greco was the innovator, he had the creativity. Being able to perform an artistic act does not imply creativity.
I am not an artist, nor will I ever be. People who have read enough of my work can pretty easily draw connections between myself and other writers (and shockingly enough they are writers who I really ENJOY reading). At best, I'm a sub-par cynic and a mediocre nihilist. I can't be part of any creative movement.
I'm not an innovator.
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Revamping journal tonight, new format - new theme.
Most old posts will be deleted.
Trust me, there's a reason which thus far only Travis Cole is aware of.
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Friday, February 11th, 2005
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I don't take shit from people who I have no deep emotional attachment to.
PS. I'm overly moody today.
Blame Calculus.
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I hate most people younger than myself anymore, and I don't know why.
Not going to Dallas, kind of depressing.
Dad is leaving the country on Tuesday for two months.
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Friday, September 24th, 2004
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Initally, I created the journal because I was restless and paranoid about my old one, of a very similiar name (strategically add an underscore to my current name and you'll have it). But, recently I've decided that the entire idea of keeping a livejournal just to talk about myself is a little big egocentrical -
so
-I've decided that I'm going to dedicate this journal to other people, in order to make them feel like someone else cares. This is now all about people and what is wrong with them.
You can add me as a friend if it pleases you, most of my friend only posts will be "personal" stuff, I'll add anyone.. I'm not picky, the seperation between public and friends will basically be between whatnot about other (nameless) people and posts about myself.
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