I survive because my propensity towards randomness makes me correct by the standards set by the very universe that holds me - after all, the entropy of the universe is ever increasing!
I am against the killing of any animal that tastes bad; on that note killing cows is evil!
I also find it amusing to talk about the painful deaths animals go through as other people eat them. For example, "I can hear the death screams of that cow right now! I can see its herd brothers weeping and its little calves crying out for it." This works for anything and can be manipulated to fit any subject matter. "Oh great Mom! I see you intend to look the other way as lobsters become extinct! ((In front of the lobster tank)) Hi lobsters! My mom is going to have you killed just so she can have a snack! No, I'm afraid that your children will have to become orphans, no, she didn't consider that did she?" If none of the afore mentioned tactics make the animal killer see your point you can always try describing the painful death of the animal. "You like pork huh? Well, killing pigs isn't easy. First they have to run after the pig to try to catch it, it squeals the whole time, of course. It knows it's doomed. If they catch it then it squirms and tries to get away. The sharp knife pierces its hide. 'Let me go!' it squeals as the blood and guts pour out. 'Please don't kill me! What did I do to you?' Farmers don't listen. They're like parents, you never listen to me either, Mom. Am I going to be mercilessly slaughtered next?"
After that, the next logical topic is, of course, scrunchies. There's something loveable about those little bunched up hair holders. I've got a box of them, and they're an accessory no long haired person should be without. Not only that, but they're fun and because of the elastic rubber band inside them they can be used as a form of attack, easily kept around your wrist or ponytail for easy access when the enemy's at hand.
Babies are so adorable! Whenever I see them I have to go "Ohhhhhhhhh, look at the baby, it's SO adorable!" The only problem is that people view babies as having their own language. For that reason they never speak English to them, just a deranged and messed up version of it called "Baglish". For example, rather than teaching babies to say the English words mother and father, or mom and dad, babies are taught to speak their own language. "Say mama, say dada." I almost wonder if babies should be taught to speak the language they will eventually have to use in the real world, but I don't dare attempt to revolt against the usage of baby language, that would be like saying Ebonics isn't right!
Astrology is really neato; I'm an Aquarius, which explains part of what's wrong with me. Tas, you know, the wonderful guy I love and made a page for, is a Gemini, the best sign after Aquarius. Aquarians and Geminis are one of the best possible combinations, in fact, if Geminis told the truth all the time they'd almost completely meet Aquarian standards. Linda Goldman is probably the best known astrologer, and in her book, "Love Signs" she uses a quote from "Peter Pan" that's so awesome and describes the Aquarian girl-Gemini guy relationship perfectly.
"(Gemini guy) 'And so then I ran away for a year to live with the fairies.' She looked at him in admiration, he thought it was because he ran away, but it was really because he knew the fairies." ((I've gotta get the exact quote for that one))
What is my sign like then? Well, Aquarius is the sign of genius and insanity. The largest number of geniuses are Aquarians and the largest number of people in mental institutions are. Now, don't assume I'm mentally unstable, I mean, just because I act like it doesn't mean... never mind. Aquarius is the sign of idealism, and the water that you see us pouring is the waters of humanitarism. Aquarians are absent minded, wait, what was I saying? Um,... Well, whatever Aquarius is a really neato sign! Did I mention I'm an Aquarius? I did? Oh. Well in a poem I found in one of my astrology books the line for Aquarius was "Altruistic Aquarius says, 'I know'."
You know what's good about life? Oyster crackers. Yes, oyster crackers, the wonder food. Where would we be without oyster crackers? In front of our computers eating pretzels instead, that's where!
Another great thing is daisy chains! I love daisy chains! They're the neatoist! ~*~*~*~*~*~
The meaning of life is to confuse others and yourself. Since you have read this far on my page I have, without a doubt, achieved it.
Collections are the best! What I collect in alphabetical order (if I can remember everything)
Book Marks
Ok, so far what do you know about me? You know I'm weird, I enjoy using that fact to confuse you, and I collect junk. Don't worry, I'm just getting started...
I love art, and I want to either become an artist or authoress, because I also love writing. I would choose a more stable profession to be interested in since I'm not sure it's going to be very easy convincing myself to work when I don't have to, but none interest me. I also have developed a dread for school, and monotony and routine would slowly kill me. I've changed my choice of profession several times, I did want to be an artist in first grade, and an authoress in sixth, a teacher in seventh and eighth, then a scientist, artist and authoress just reappearing this year when art and English were the classes I was doing the best in, unlike last year's English class with the evil literary analysis. ((::does teepee sign::)) And it didn't help too much that my English teacher didn't like the same books as I did and despised my writing, which, along with reading, has always been my favorite part of English. Actually I've had mostly good teachers, but last year's Spanish teacher and drama teacher scared me.
Electric outlets.
The sky is one of the most amazing things, with it being winter I almost always see sunset when I look at it, and I've re-discovered it all the sudden and I look at all the colors and clouds in the absolute awe I probably had as a baby when I first saw the transitions from pink to blue to the deepest blue at the very top as a child. Maybe when I'm an artist I'll only paint the sky, it would be fitting, Aquarius being an air sign.
Oh, I've got to put part of my favorites from the list of banned and "Dangerous" books and the reasons they're considered dangerous.
The Scarlet Letter Nathaniel Hawthorn
"conflicted with the values of the community"
Catcher in The Rye J.D. Salinger
"objections to the use of the 'F' word"
Black Boy Richard Wright
"book is too violent"
Flowers for Algernon Daniel Keyes
"profanity and references to sex and drinking"
A Separate Peace John Knowles
"graphic language"
BOOKS CONSIDERED DANGEROUS
The Little Mermaid Hans Christian Anderson
"some versions contain 'pornographic and satanic pictures'"
((Oh no! I've read that! There must be something wrong with me! No, I've discovered what it is, as kindergartners we were all faced with teachers who read that to us to secretly convert us to satanism! Isn't satire awesome?))
Tiger Eyes Judy Blume
"alleged sexual innuendo"
::Drumrole:: And now for the best and most dangerous of the list...
The Lorax Dr. Seuss
"criminalizes the foresting industry"
((Ok, this one's just going too far! It's Dr. Seuss, of coarse it criminalizes the forestry industry you idiots! Cutting too many trees is bad! Where was it considered dangerous, anyway? Idaho where they still teach creationism in schools?))
I've read all but two of the books I put on here and there are more on the list I haven't read or Trish hasn't read. We both intend to go to the bookstore and read all of them as soon as possible.
Have you ever been to my maze? NO?!?!? How dare you not go! Here, I'll help you My maze!
Do you ever wonder about children's toys today? I mean, if Barney didn't scare you enough, then you must at least wonder what my brother is doing with something called "lizardmen skinks".
My school computer lab's really awesome, because I can come in here and take two computers next to each other and use them to work on two web pages at once. I don't think this is allowed, but I don't care 'cause I haven't gotten in trouble and the modems are really fast. It's especially helpful for when I'm working on things that require a lot of saving and junk, because while one thing's saving I work on the other.
I must pause a moment to say Emerson and Thoreau rule!!! Everyone must read the play, The Night Thoreau Spent in Jail
Two words: Eric rules!
MousieUS: sounds like you enjoy creating web pages..
Kitty1Cat: ::nods::
Kitty1Cat: ::in loud, booming voice:: Everyone must bow before me! I am the goddess of the web!!!
MousieUS: :: before you::
Kitty1Cat: ::enjoys this::
Kitty1Cat: I've got devoted worshippers!!
Trish's friend Will from McDonald's is cool, I was talking to him online recently, and I had to wonder, why aren't there any nice guys in Darien? Ok, I'll make friends with all these neat guys online, but none of them live anywhere near here. What's up with this? Why do I have to live in a town without any decent guys? Again I think of what I've been thinking about non-stop, I can't wait to go to college! College's gonna be awesome! I want to leave now!
I'm sitting here eating my mixed fruit mentos and, well, you know I couldn't live without saying it, Orange sucks. I don't like orange starbursts much, either. It's not that they taste bad, they're just inferior, I think that's how Trish views the male organ, but we won't get into that. Pink just rules, and lemon's good, unique. It's like that with starbursts, red's also good. There is something that sucks considerably more than orange, and that's the mentos commercials. What the hell? I've just gotten three or four oranges in a row! Nrrff!
Today is the end of spirit week, it's BWP (Blue Wave Pride) day - you're supposed to wear blue and white, and it ends with pep rally. The entire school's keyed up, or rather, most of it is. I came in wearing solid black; I didn't plan it, but it worked out beautifully. While most of the jocks (which is most of the school) came in wearing uniforms and face paint, a wonderful group came in in shirts bearing Hedonist logos (a hedonist being someone who does what they want regardless of moral or social thought). I considered joining the hedonists, but I lacked a t-shirt to write on, and besides I thought my black outfit showed that I am a poet rather nicely. In case you haven't guessed it I'm not into the whole BWP thing at all, in fact I'm rather anti BWP. I was going to find out the colors of the team they're playing against and wear those, but I forgot. At any rate, down with BWP!
