Sam and Lucky: The Apocalypse.

I finally got home early from school, alto not early enuf cuz i missed my stop. by like 3 miles. but i got back around quarter to 4, just in time to catch some general hospital. they hinted that in the next episode, Lucky was gonna come to Sam's with flowers! and just the look on her face was enough to put me over the edge. they actually mean to put Sam and Lucky together?? Sam and Lucky??? TOGETHER?!?!? SAM and... Lucky....??? needless to say, i'll have a bruise on my chin for a week, it hit the floor so hard. a shameful number of obscenities flew from my mouth. Sam and Lucky. I still cant wrap my head around it. how dumb that show has gotten since i left. haha. that sounded wrong.
but ooh, i got straight a's on my midterms and probably in my classes too, but my english grade isnt out yet, cause my prof is out with pneumonia. i did something in school that i cant connect myself with online in case i'm identified, but it was very fun and made me feel nice. well, one did. the other was in a fit of depresion and just made me feel lousy. oh yeah, i'm depressed now. no signups for PP or Team Cohutta? Im dissapointed. well, ive got better things to do. lol. smell ya later.

Living La VIda College

Midterm Week Sucks. My hair is falling out, i swear to god. i have been soo depressed lately, i dont know if its because of the stress, or forgetting my pills, or just all around im-not-acheiving-my-goals-and-becoming-who-i-want-to-be crap. But man was i in a funk friday. oh-DUH! i cant believe i didnt even mention:
I GOT A TATTOO!!! its really cute, its a pentagram with a crescent moon sort of weaved thru it on the left side. so its almost, but not quite, a pentacle. its really good, too. the guys's name is Cantu. Angry Moon Tattoo, on the South Side, Pittsburgh, PA. Go there, they rock! it felt really weird, like someone was cutting me with a utility knife. and its still so sore when i rub it with the ointment or to wash it off. haha, my skin was so pink! it was fun. after, we went to this awesome place, called Slacker. its a store, but its got like, all genres of stuff. like punk stuff, vintage bunny sweaters (lol), punk cuffs, vintage buttons and keyrings... i even saw a display case with black leather ankle straps and other sado-masochistic tools of trade. then we went to a place i cant remember and i got this really good french bread pizza. yum! then i went home and remembered i have 2 more midterms on monday. :( but yeah. theres my weekend. Inked on saturday, on academic house arrest sunday. Living la vida college.

Team Cohutta, Pittsburghers For Peta- JOIN UP!

Ya like my 2 new clubs i'm thinking of starting? One is for Real World Sydney-er Cohutta, the only sane person in the house (except maybe for Parisa, but she's such a hypocrite for making out with Alex) I like it when he's laying on the hammock and hears them yelling and goes, "That's what happens when you ask someone how pretty you are. [I] never get involved in stuff like that. Bad stuff will happen." Then he hears glass breaking, and he goes, "See? Like that." That made me smile. So, if you want to join Team Cohutta cause you love him, email me!

Pittsburghers for PETA is another club of mine i'm thinking of starting. Everybody i know anound campus is utterly humane-ignorant. I want to get the word out among college students around here that there is alternatives to fur, meat, leather, animal circuses, etc. This idea is really close to my heart, so go to peta2.com, meat.org, furisdead.org, etc. and pleeeaaase join! email me at iheartsk8rs@yahoo.com for either club! One is exciting, happy, and all things pro- Cohutta. The other is about getting the word out about animal cruelty. SO SIGN UP!!!

The base for both clubs will be my website here until they take off, then they'l have their own branches. Feel free to leave comments or questions, or email me with anything. Please join!

Art History made me a coffee whore

I'm in art history class. learning about triumphal arches. tee hee. i'm allegedly taking notes. so freaking bored. i actually tok a nap outside in the hallway waiting for class to start. my mum and i are completely moved into the house, and this is my second week busing in from home. theres a tiny problem with the buses, cuz theres 2 routes both called 38c, but i just have to make sure i ask b4 i get on which one it is. no biggie. i swear to god, if he doesnt stop droning ill kill myself. he's not all that bad, but i hate rome, so i cant stand when ppl drone on and on about the merits of those merciless godless killers. Speaking of killing myself, have you heard that awful (even for the b52's, which is really saying something) song called Keiche Lorraine? god. i was at work when it came on, and it took all my self control not to rip out my eardrums with a fork. gr. stupid wyep. nice hosts, but that music is responsible for the suicide rates in this state, i swear it. hm. oh, dusty has learned how to sneak out between the bars of his cage. we have to keep a lid from one of the boxes we used to pack over his cage. sneaky little bastard. :) i love my little mouse. school is actually not bad, even tho i require coffee to function. thank you sooo much, work. at least the stuff mark makes (my boss) at work is real coffee. i have to drink vending machine coffee. its actually not bad, but i'll take any chance i can get to gripe. :) i'm just incensed that work and school has made me utterly dependent on coffee. Speaking of incenced, i did a sage incense house blessing last week. the house smelled soo good. Yummy positive energy! gotta go, it looks like im missing some important stuff. boo hoo.

Updates.

Hey. sorry i havent written in so long. i'm at school right now. man i love this clicky, loud-ass keyboard. :) work sucks, school is passably...well ,you know. passable. These really annoying new girls have been playing hooky and getting away with it, in addition to trying to pass off their duties onto me. grrr. i was really hoping they'd get fired. Oh, and I did give Jeremy my number, and he hasnt called me back. so now, for the silver lining, i get to blast his ass on my blog. his name is Jeremy McKnight. He's from ohio. and he DOESNT FUCKING CALL GIRLS BACK when they go out on an extrememly obviously uncomfortable limb to let him know they like him. grrr. whatever. ya live ya learn. hm, what else. ooh, dammit, i keep meaning to send that chatham depostit in. ooh, duh- we got a new place to live! its in carnegie, pittsburhg, PA, USA. in case anyone needed that clarified. its a cute little half of a 2-floor duplex. its got a nice fenced in yard and stuff. the only downsides are, no garage, which makes my mom practically cry. and, as i just noticed on our last visit to take measurements, no dishwasher. which makes me cry. so now, for our last week at the house, the dishwasher is functioning purely as a "dish-dryer". loads of effing fun. ah, well, three months is no big deal. it seems like it, but then when you loook at how long i've lived in other places,(no less that 3 years), its like, whoa. that's no time at all! eek!
* sigh, rattles fingertips on keyboard futilely.* lets see, on the music front since we've last touched font... (heehee)...did i still love the fratellis when i last posted here? i hope it wasnt that long ago. this stupid asshole next to me is playing disgusting gangsta shit. makes me wanna fucking pl...no. not today. no negative shit today while Dusty's sick. i woke up this morning and i noticed he was still asleep. i picked him up before i left to make sure he was okay, and he didnt move except to crawl onto my hand. and he didnt take any jam, his favorite treat! that's when i started crying. i put some jam on a peice of chex and put it by him, along with a sock that smells like me, so he'll feel comfortable. i said a couple chants for him, even calling upon Damona, but i cant do anything more til i get home and can light some candles and do more. i've been so nervous all day. i cant wait to goet home to him and see how he's been. okay, new topic. still vegetarian. my mom browned turkey for spaghetti yesterday, and she puts these awesome smelling herbs on it, and i was like, "......aannnggghhhhh...." lol. oh. um, i lost my art hist book, book a new one, and found my old one. gotta love that. i'll get back 2 ya when Dusty's all better. poor brave soul.

The Truth About Rome and Gaul

Okay. let me just clear something up. the druids were NOT not not priests! the roman definition for priest says that the priest is the only one with a direct connection with god, and that without the preists, your soul would be in danger because there's no one to plead your case with god, if you will. but to the druids, the gods were easily accessible to everyone. you didn't need the druids to ensure the safety of your soul. the druids were the keepers of ancient knowledge and wisdom, as well as the law. The druids worked in tandem with the earth to heal and nurture, to keep the balance between what is taken from the earth and making sure that it is given back to her. They may have sacrificed, but only to protect what was most dear to them: their families, societies, relatives fighting wars, etc. for the betterment of all. Like i said, the balance must be kept. if you want something to happen for you, you must give something in return. the druids knew this. In today's society, where we think we can get anything for free, we think of sacrifice and we say, oh, barbaric. well back then, they took what they knew, and applied it to make good things happen for them, such as a good harvest, or winning a war. The celts and gauls lived in harmany with nature, protecting and respecting and nurturing it, making sure it was treated well. I only wish we could say the same today.
Also, let it be known that Rome and all that it stood for in that era was pure and simple evil incarnate. they spread vicious lies about the celts being barbarian so that no one could blame them for crushing the innocent, nature-revering gauls beneath the merciless roman heel. and what makes it even worse is that the gauls didnt believe in a system of writing things down, so no one could stand up for them and tell the truth after they're gone. rome was a body of filthy, ice-cold cowards who prided themselves on their military precision and ability to completely obliterate anything and everything in their path. Stone cold dead, right down to the soul they were, the whole lot of them. and Caesar. Oh hell. that cold, heartless, merciless, control freak monster. he just had to have everything, and he could just barely kill things and steal their wealth fast enought to keep up with his voracious appetite for richness and excess. think of all the lives that man thoughtlessly cut down so that he could sleep on nice furs and wear pretty rings. entire societies, countries bathed in blood. Someone has to spread the truth. Someone has to speak for the Gauls.

Ugh. Not feeling v. good. the day started out so good...actually the whole day was good. i actually spoke aloud of my own accord during class today, attributing to discussion. yay me!! and i had a nice, good-for-me lunch instead of proccessed vending machine-crap cuz all i had was a 5. probably about 2 or 3 strawberries in there between the jam on my bagel and the fruit-on-the bottom yogurt. but i caught a bus downtown today cause today was gonna be the day i slip jeremy my number. hot barista of my dreams, rem? well, not only did i not slip him my number (because he was leaving the same time as me and there was no way) but mosquitos could have spawned in the silence that hung between us. i tried to get into a deep conversation like we had at first, but he never carried it very far, and i couldnt think of anything to say. So now... i dont know. the fact that i stayed there for an hour til he left for the day makes me think that i'm being too needy and clingy, even tho i just got back there regularly 2 weeks ago. my mom sez i should let it go, just forget about him, but i cant do that! he likes me, he just wont...try anything. chasing someone you like is supposed to be romantic, i just didn't think i'd be the one doing the chasing. Next time i see him, if thinkgs get better, i'll give him my number, if they dont, i'll just come out with it, gove him my number, and leave. whatever happens, i'll have made a move, and whatever happens happens. augh! is it always this stupid, hard, complicated messy stupid?!? now i feel like shit even tho i had a great day! And on top of that, i have to go to work tomorrow! bloody brilliant! now ive got a short fucking temper, and i'm not happy. Well, as Leslie Feist says, there's nowhere to go but on.