Thursday, June 30, 2005

Thursday Madness X2

Two for the price of one... Sorry I missed last week. As yesterday's blog indicated I've been pretty busy... Anyway, becuase I missed last week I've decided to post two this week...

This is too true

A Magic Carpet Ride


So there it is. Two cartoons. One for last week and one for this week. Hopefully I'll be able to keep up with it from now on...

Wednesday, June 29, 2005

Tests and Insanity (literally)

My testing's done and school's finally over. I failed Math B and switched my meds... I was on Lexapro for 7 months and now I'm trying to change to Wellbutrin... its not going well... I'm suffering from withdrawal from the Lexapro and increased anxiety from the rising Wellbutrin levels... Basically, I'm more psychotic than ever, moreso than even before I started on my meds... I guess out of everything, I've come to realize who my friends are and as hard as it may be for me to realize, there are people out there who care for me.... I also just this evening discovered that through all the crap and external hatred I feel, my psychotic Mother may, in fact, be my greatest ally in life... She seems to understand how wasted, lost, and confused I feel... Then there's my dear Ed... I owe him an appology... Things have been beyond insane and i appologize to anyone who keeps track of this pathetic blog (mostly you Ed....... by the way I plan on calling you...... And thank you most of all for saying that what we have is special....... I love you too Ed...)

Anyway, the moral? Well, there is a sort-of moral-ish thing to be had from all this...... : Everyone Needs Someone to Lean On Through the Good, Bad, and Ugly.... Amen.

Help comes in all shapes and sizes...

Tuesday, June 21, 2005

I guess its been a while...

Dad's gone to St. Lucia again. He'll be back by Friday. I'm starting to really hate this job of his.

Anyway, I've discovered chatrooms... so I've been putting all my attention into that shit recently.

Then there's testing... ITS REGENTS SEASON!!!! I finished the two-part English exam that was snowed out in January. Now I'm here for my American History which can't be too hard... I took the AP course afterall...

Still to come: Chemistry tomorrow at noon and Math B on thursday at 8:00 in the morning (I am not at all excited.)

I would be chatting now, but since I'm in school I can't. They have a block on the site I use. Oh well... I got time to put something on this lonely beast...


Thursday, June 16, 2005

Thursday Madness... HA!

HA!Better late than never, right?

Code Red

South Park

Cynical, Politically Inacurate, Irreverant, Sacreligious, Evil, Thought Provoking, Scary...

I love it all.


South Park

South Park

South Park

South ParkSouth Park... you gotta love it.

Wednesday, June 15, 2005

Saint Crispin's Day Speech from Henry V by William Shakespeare

This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall olive this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:'
Then he will strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispian's day.'
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feasts he did that day: then shall our names.
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with mine
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think his manhood cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.


My absolute favorite Shakespearean quote. God bless those who fight for what they believe in...

Math Review...

Here I am, fruitlessly attempting trig problems... in the computer lab... that's air conditioned... with internet access... Well... Since the teacher isn't here right now I may as well work on this piece of shit...


Yeah... that's it... sure...

Creepy Lady...

There's this girl who's keeping track of Ed. She comments on all of his posts as though she were tracking him like his mother... Did you notice it Ed? Did you? She's got to be nuts or something...


look who's talking...

Monday, June 13, 2005

I Love You Ed...

Thanks for the positive feed-back regarding my mother. I'm stuck in school right now, math review, YUCK \/ Thanks again for being so understanding ;D
/

I Love Ed!!!!



I'll give you a call when I get home. That and I think I lost my AMID number... I joined the blogs and then deleted the e-mails... oops...


smart one...

Sunday, June 12, 2005

*SIGH*

I've been away from home for about four days now. Hiding out at my grandmother's. I've finally burned all of my bridges with my mother and I feel a hell of a lot better. I told (more like screamed) her about how I hate the way she treats me. Hopefully, come Tuesday, I'll be able to emancipate from my shitty family. In a really strange way, I'm excited. I really hope that it works out...

Friday, June 10, 2005

I'm Lonely

Ed just left. I'm all alone now, with no one there beside me...


I'm so lonely... *sniff*

Ed's Job Site

Join Or Die

HOLY SHIT THE POWER JUST WENT OUT!!!!

I was typing up an entry when the entire school went dark. I lost my post, but it wasn't too much. God its cool in here with no lights on...


Flashing Lightning

Okay, Okay, Time for a Little Light-Hearted Fun... Ummmmmm.....

Okay... I can be positive... No, I really can't, damn.

After that long wordy post I want to put up something colorful to keep my blog balanced... but what?



There We Go...

How to Exorcise:

Supposedly, only a priest can recite this, but I think that I'll give it a shot, I'm curious to see what will happen...



Prayer to St. Michael the Archangel

In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost.
Amen.
Most glorious Prince of the Heavenly Armies, Saint Michael the Archangel, defend us in "our battle against principalities and powers, against the rulers of this world of darkness, against the spirits of wickedness in the high places" [Eph., 6:12].
Come to the assistance of men whom God has created to His likeness and whom He has redeemed at a great price from the tyranny of the devil.
The Holy Church venerates you as her guardian and protector; to you, the Lord has entrusted the souls of the redeemed to be led into heaven.
Pray therefore the God of Peace to crush Satan beneath our feet, that he may no longer retain men captive and do injury to the Church.
Offer our prayers to the Most High, that without delay they may draw His mercy down upon us; take hold of "the dragon, the old serpent, which is the devil and Satan," bind him and cast him into the bottomless pit "that he may no longer seduce the nations." [Rev. 20:2-3]
ExorcismIn the Name of Jesus Christ, our God and Lord, strengthened by the intercession of the Immaculate Virgin Mary, Mother of God, of Blessed Michael the Archangel, of the Blessed Apostles Peter and Paul and all the Saints. and powerful in the holy authority of our ministry,we confidently undertake to repulse the attacks and deceits of the devil.
God arises; His enemies are scattered and those who hate Him flee before Him.
As smoke is driven away, so are they driven; as wax melts before the fire, so the wicked perish at the presence of God.
V. Behold the Cross of the Lord, flee bands of enemies.
R. The Lion of the tribe of Juda, the offspring of David, hath conquered.
V. May Thy mercy, Lord, descend upon us.
R. As great as our hope in Thee.
We drive you from us,
whoever you may be,
unclean spirits,
all satanic powers,
all infernal invaders,
all wicked legions,
assemblies and sects.
In the Name and by the power of Our Lord Jesus Christ,
+ may you be snatched away and driven from the Church of God
and from the souls made to the image and likeness of God
and redeemed by the Precious Blood of the Divine Lamb.
+ Most cunning serpent,
you shall no more dare to deceive the human race,
persecute the Church,
torment God's elect and sift them as wheat.
+ The Most High God commands you,
+ He with whom,
in your great insolence,
you still claim to be equal.
"God who wants all men to be saved and to come to the knowledge of the truth." [1 Tim. 2:4)
God the Father commands you.
+ God the Son commands you.
+ God the Holy Ghost commands you.
+ Christ, God's Word made flesh, commands you;
+ He who to save our race outdone through your envy,
"humbled Himself,
becoming obedient even unto death" [Phil. 2:8);
He who has built His Church on the firm rock
and declared that the gates of hell shall not prevail against Her,
because He will dwell with Her "all days even to the end of the world." [Mt. 28:20]
The sacred Sign of the Cross commands you,
+ as does also the power of the mysteries of the Christian Faith.
+ The glorious Mother of God, the Virgin Mary, commands you;
+ she who by her humility
and from the first moment of her Immaculate Conception crushed your proud head.
The faith of the holy Apostles Peter and Paul,
and of the other Apostles commands you.
+ The blood of the Martyrs
and the pious intercession of all the Saints command you. +
Thus, cursed dragon, and you, diabolical legions,
we adjure you by the living God,
+ by the true God,
+ by the holy God,
+ by the God
"who so loved the world that He gave up His only Son,
that every soul believing in Him
might not perish but have life everlasting;" [St.Jn. 3:16]
stop deceiving human creatures
and pouring out to them the poison of eternal damnation;
stop harming the Church and hindering her liberty.
Begone, Satan, inventor and master of all deceit,
enemy of man's salvation.
Give place to Christ in Whom you have found none of your works;
give place to the One, Holy, Catholic and Apostolic Church
acquired by Christ at the price of His Blood.
Stoop beneath the all-powerful Hand of God;
tremble and flee when we invoke the Holy and terrible Name of Jesus,
this Name which causes hell to tremble,
this Name to which the Virtues,
Powers and Dominations of heaven are humbly submissive,
this Name which the Cherubim and Seraphim praise unceasingly repeating:
Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord, the God of Hosts.
V. O Lord, hear my prayer.
R. And let my cry come unto Thee.
V. May the Lord be with thee.
R. And with thy spirit.
Let us pray.
God of heaven,
God of earth,
God of Angels,
God of Archangels,
God of Patriarchs,
God of Prophets,
God of Apostles,
God of Martyrs,
God of Confessors,
God of Virgins,
God who has power to give life after death and rest after work:
because there is no other God than Thee and there can be no other,
for Thou art the Creator of all things,
visible and invisible,
of Whose reign there shall be no end,
we humbly prostrate ourselves before Thy glorious Majesty
and we beseech Thee to deliver us by Thy power
from all the tyranny of the infernal spirits,
from their snares,
their lies and their furious wickedness.
Deign, O Lord,
to grant us Thy powerful protection
and to keep us safe and sound.
We beseech Thee through Jesus Christ Our Lord.
Amen.
V. From the snares of the devil,
R. Deliver us, O Lord.
V. That Thy Church may serve Thee in peace and liberty:
R. We beseech Thee to hear us.
V. That Thou may crush down all enemies of Thy Church:
R. We beseech Thee to hear us.
(Holy water is sprinkled in the place where we may be.)

Some disturbing thoughts

Picture this: You are in a tiny room. It is too small to stand up in, but too narrow to sit down in. The door is at knee level, but you can't reach it. It is pitch-black and the only sounds that you can hear are your own breath and the sound of something scratching on the inside of the walls...

Okay, so I'm a little mental. This is just something that I think about a lot for no apparent reason. Just my dying brain cells at work.

Anyway, I have a very strange obsession. Before I fall asleep at night I talk to myself as though I was acting out a play. There are many characters and many different voices. Most of them wind up dead before I fall asleep. Its kind of like therapy. Its the only way that I can really get to bed comfortably.

I also fantasize about people getting eaten by things they can't control. I'm weird. I like to kill characters, but its even better when they die inside of something else. Call me a psychopath, but since I read 20,000 Leagues under the sea, I've been a little obsessed with cannibalism.
NO, I AM NOT A CANNIBAL!!!!
So there they are: some of my most deepest confessions. Go on laugh, but its kind of cool to talk about it, considering no one else in the world knows...
Check this out, If you want to...
A Modest Proposal

For Preventing The Children of Poor People in IrelandFrom Being Aburden to Their Parents or Country, andFor Making Them Beneficial to The Public

By Jonathan Swift (1729)


It is a melancholy object to those who walk through this great town or travel in the country, when they see the streets, the roads, and cabin doors, crowded with beggars of the female sex, followed by three, four, or six children, all in rags and importuning every passenger for an alms. These mothers, instead of being able to work for their honest livelihood, are forced to employ all their time in strolling to beg sustenance for their helpless infants: who as they grow up either turn thieves for want of work, or leave their dear native country to fight for the Pretender in Spain, or sell themselves to the Barbadoes.
I think it is agreed by all parties that this prodigious number of children in the arms, or on the backs, or at the heels of their mothers, and frequently of their fathers, is in the present deplorable state of the kingdom a very great additional grievance; and, therefore, whoever could find out a fair, cheap, and easy method of making these children sound, useful members of the commonwealth, would deserve so well of the public as to have his statue set up for a preserver of the nation.
But my intention is very far from being confined to provide only for the children of professed beggars; it is of a much greater extent, and shall take in the whole number of infants at a certain age who are born of parents in effect as little able to support them as those who demand our charity in the streets.

”I have been assured by a very knowing American of my acquaintance in London, that a young healthy child well nursed is at a year old a most delicious, nourishing, and wholesome food, whether stewed, roasted, baked, or boiled ...”

As to my own part, having turned my thoughts for many years upon this important subject, and maturely weighed the several schemes of other projectors, I have always found them grossly mistaken in the computation. It is true, a child just dropped from its dam may be supported by her milk for a solar year, with little other nourishment; at most not above the value of 2s., which the mother may certainly get, or the value in scraps, by her lawful occupation of begging; and it is exactly at one year old that I propose to provide for them in such a manner as instead of being a charge upon their parents or the parish, or wanting food and raiment for the rest of their lives, they shall on the contrary contribute to the feeding, and partly to the clothing, of many thousands.
There is likewise another great advantage in my scheme, that it will prevent those voluntary abortions, and that horrid practice of women murdering their bastard children, alas! too frequent among us! sacrificing the poor innocent babes I doubt more to avoid the expense than the shame, which would move tears and pity in the most savage and inhuman breast.
The number of souls in this kingdom being usually reckoned one million and a half, of these I calculate there may be about two hundred thousand couple whose wives are breeders; from which number I subtract thirty thousand couples who are able to maintain their own children, although I apprehend there cannot be so many, under the present distresses of the kingdom; but this being granted, there will remain an hundred and seventy thousand breeders. I again subtract fifty thousand for those women who miscarry, or whose children die by accident or disease within the year. There only remains one hundred and twenty thousand children of poor parents annually born. The question therefore is, how this number shall be reared and provided for, which, as I have already said, under the present situation of affairs, is utterly impossible by all the methods hitherto proposed. For we can neither employ them in handicraft or agriculture; we neither build houses (I mean in the country) nor cultivate land: they can very seldom pick up a livelihood by stealing, till they arrive at six years old, except where they are of towardly parts, although I confess they learn the rudiments much earlier, during which time, they can however be properly looked upon only as probationers, as I have been informed by a principal gentleman in the county of Cavan, who protested to me that he never knew above one or two instances under the age of six, even in a part of the kingdom so renowned for the quickest proficiency in that art.
I am assured by our merchants, that a boy or a girl before twelve years old is no salable commodity; and even when they come to this age they will not yield above three pounds, or three pounds and half-a-crown at most on the exchange; which cannot turn to account either to the parents or kingdom, the charge of nutriment and rags having been at least four times that value.
I shall now therefore humbly propose my own thoughts, which I hope will not be liable to the least objection.
I have been assured by a very knowing American of my acquaintance in London, that a young healthy child well nursed is at a year old a most delicious, nourishing, and wholesome food, whether stewed, roasted, baked, or boiled; and I make no doubt that it will equally serve in a fricassee or a ragout.
I do therefore humbly offer it to public consideration that of the hundred and twenty thousand children already computed, twenty thousand may be reserved for breed, whereof only one-fourth part to be males; which is more than we allow to sheep, black cattle or swine; and my reason is, that these children are seldom the fruits of marriage, a circumstance not much regarded by our savages, therefore one male will be sufficient to serve four females. That the remaining hundred thousand may, at a year old, be offered in the sale to the persons of quality and fortune through the kingdom; always advising the mother to let them suck plentifully in the last month, so as to render them plump and fat for a good table. A child will make two dishes at an entertainment for friends; and when the family dines alone, the fore or hind quarter will make a reasonable dish, and seasoned with a little pepper or salt will be very good boiled on the fourth day, especially in winter.
I have reckoned upon a medium that a child just born will weigh 12 pounds, and in a solar year, if tolerably nursed, increaseth to 28 pounds.
I grant this food will be somewhat dear, and therefore very proper for landlords, who, as they have already devoured most of the parents, seem to have the best title to the children.
Infant's flesh will be in season throughout the year, but more plentiful in March, and a little before and after; for we are told by a grave author, an eminent French physician, that fish being a prolific diet, there are more children born in Roman Catholic countries about nine months after Lent than at any other season; therefore, reckoning a year after Lent, the markets will be more glutted than usual, because the number of popish infants is at least three to one in this kingdom: and therefore it will have one other collateral advantage, by lessening the number of papists among us.
I have already computed the charge of nursing a beggar's child (in which list I reckon all cottagers, laborers, and four-fifths of the farmers) to be about two shillings per annum, rags included; and I believe no gentleman would repine to give ten shillings for the carcass of a good fat child, which, as I have said, will make four dishes of excellent nutritive meat, when he hath only some particular friend or his own family to dine with him. Thus the squire will learn to be a good landlord, and grow popular among his tenants; the mother will have eight shillings net profit, and be fit for work till she produces another child.
Those who are more thrifty (as I must confess the times require) may flay the carcass; the skin of which artificially dressed will make admirable gloves for ladies, and summer boots for fine gentlemen.
As to our city of Dublin, shambles may be appointed for this purpose in the most convenient parts of it, and butchers we may be assured will not be wanting; although I rather recommend buying the children alive, and dressing them hot from the knife, as we do roasting pigs.
A very worthy person, a true lover of his country, and whose virtues I highly esteem, was lately pleased in discoursing on this matter to offer a refinement upon my scheme. He said that many gentlemen of this kingdom, having of late destroyed their deer, he conceived that the want of venison might be well supplied by the bodies of young lads and maidens, not exceeding fourteen years of age nor under twelve; so great a number of both sexes in every country being now ready to starve for want of work and service; and these to be disposed of by their parents, if alive, or otherwise by their nearest relations. But with due deference to so excellent a friend and so deserving a patriot, I cannot be altogether in his sentiments; for as to the males, my American acquaintance assured me, from frequent experience, that their flesh was generally tough and lean, like that of our schoolboys by continual exercise, and their taste disagreeable; and to fatten them would not answer the charge. Then as to the females, it would, I think, with humble submission be a loss to the public, because they soon would become breeders themselves; and besides, it is not improbable that some scrupulous people might be apt to censure such a practice (although indeed very unjustly), as a little bordering upon cruelty; which, I confess, hath always been with me the strongest objection against any project, however so well intended.
But in order to justify my friend, he confessed that this expedient was put into his head by the famous Psalmanazar, a native of the island Formosa, who came from thence to London above twenty years ago, and in conversation told my friend, that in his country when any young person happened to be put to death, the executioner sold the carcass to persons of quality as a prime dainty; and that in his time the body of a plump girl of fifteen, who was crucified for an attempt to poison the emperor, was sold to his imperial majesty's prime minister of state, and other great mandarins of the court, in joints from the gibbet, at four hundred crowns. Neither indeed can I deny, that if the same use were made of several plump young girls in this town, who without one single groat to their fortunes cannot stir abroad without a chair, and appear at playhouse and assemblies in foreign fineries which they never will pay for, the kingdom would not be the worse.
Some persons of a desponding spirit are in great concern about that vast number of poor people, who are aged, diseased, or maimed, and I have been desired to employ my thoughts what course may be taken to ease the nation of so grievous an encumbrance. But I am not in the least pain upon that matter, because it is very well known that they are every day dying and rotting by cold and famine, and filth and vermin, as fast as can be reasonably expected. And as to the young laborers, they are now in as hopeful a condition; they cannot get work, and consequently pine away for want of nourishment, to a degree that if at any time they are accidentally hired to common labor, they have not strength to perform it; and thus the country and themselves are happily delivered from the evils to come.
I have too long digressed, and therefore shall return to my subject. I think the advantages by the proposal which I have made are obvious and many, as well as of the highest importance.
For first, as I have already observed, it would greatly lessen the number of papists, with whom we are yearly overrun, being the principal breeders of the nation as well as our most dangerous enemies; and who stay at home on purpose with a design to deliver the kingdom to the Pretender, hoping to take their advantage by the absence of so many good protestants, who have chosen rather to leave their country than stay at home and pay tithes against their conscience to an episcopal curate.
Secondly, The poorer tenants will have something valuable of their own, which by law may be made liable to distress and help to pay their landlord's rent, their corn and cattle being already seized, and money a thing unknown.
Thirdly, Whereas the maintenance of an hundred thousand children, from two years old and upward, cannot be computed at less than ten shillings a-piece per annum, the nation's stock will be thereby increased fifty thousand pounds per annum, beside the profit of a new dish introduced to the tables of all gentlemen of fortune in the kingdom who have any refinement in taste. And the money will circulate among ourselves, the goods being entirely of our own growth and manufacture.
Fourthly, The constant breeders, beside the gain of eight shillings sterling per annum by the sale of their children, will be rid of the charge of maintaining them after the first year.
Fifthly, This food would likewise bring great custom to taverns; where the vintners will certainly be so prudent as to procure the best receipts for dressing it to perfection, and consequently have their houses frequented by all the fine gentlemen, who justly value themselves upon their knowledge in good eating: and a skilful cook, who understands how to oblige his guests, will contrive to make it as expensive as they please.
Sixthly, This would be a great inducement to marriage, which all wise nations have either encouraged by rewards or enforced by laws and penalties. It would increase the care and tenderness of mothers toward their children, when they were sure of a settlement for life to the poor babes, provided in some sort by the public, to their annual profit instead of expense. We should see an honest emulation among the married women, which of them could bring the fattest child to the market. Men would become as fond of their wives during the time of their pregnancy as they are now of their mares in foal, their cows in calf, their sows when they are ready to farrow; nor offer to beat or kick them (as is too frequent a practice) for fear of a miscarriage.
Many other advantages might be enumerated. For instance, the addition of some thousand carcasses in our exportation of barreled beef, the propagation of swine's flesh, and improvement in the art of making good bacon, so much wanted among us by the great destruction of pigs, too frequent at our tables; which are no way comparable in taste or magnificence to a well-grown, fat, yearling child, which roasted whole will make a considerable figure at a lord mayor's feast or any other public entertainment. But this and many others I omit, being studious of brevity.
Supposing that one thousand families in this city, would be constant customers for infants flesh, besides others who might have it at merry meetings, particularly at weddings and christenings, I compute that Dublin would take off annually about twenty thousand carcasses; and the rest of the kingdom (where probably they will be sold somewhat cheaper) the remaining eighty thousand.
I can think of no one objection, that will possibly be raised against this proposal, unless it should be urged, that the number of people will be thereby much lessened in the kingdom. This I freely own, and 'twas indeed one principal design in offering it to the world. I desire the reader will observe, that I calculate my remedy for this one individual Kingdom of Ireland, and for no other that ever was, is, or, I think, ever can be upon Earth. Therefore let no man talk to me of other expedients: Of taxing our absentees at five shillings a pound: Of using neither cloaths, nor houshold furniture, except what is of our own growth and manufacture: Of utterly rejecting the materials and instruments that promote foreign luxury: Of curing the expensiveness of pride, vanity, idleness, and gaming in our women: Of introducing a vein of parsimony, prudence and temperance: Of learning to love our country, wherein we differ even from Laplanders, and the inhabitants of Topinamboo: Of quitting our animosities and factions, nor acting any longer like the Jews, who were murdering one another at the very moment their city was taken: Of being a little cautious not to sell our country and consciences for nothing: Of teaching landlords to have at least one degree of mercy towards their tenants. Lastly, of putting a spirit of honesty, industry, and skill into our shop-keepers, who, if a resolution could now be taken to buy only our native goods, would immediately unite to cheat and exact upon us in the price, the measure, and the goodness, nor could ever yet be brought to make one fair proposal of just dealing, though often and earnestly invited to it.
Therefore I repeat, let no man talk to me of these and the like expedients, 'till he hath at least some glympse of hope, that there will ever be some hearty and sincere attempt to put them into practice.
But, as to my self, having been wearied out for many years with offering vain, idle, visionary thoughts, and at length utterly despairing of success, I fortunately fell upon this proposal, which, as it is wholly new, so it hath something solid and real, of no expence and little trouble, full in our own power, and whereby we can incur no danger in disobliging England. For this kind of commodity will not bear exportation, and flesh being of too tender a consistence, to admit a long continuance in salt, although perhaps I could name a country, which would be glad to eat up our whole nation without it.
After all, I am not so violently bent upon my own opinion as to reject any offer proposed by wise men, which shall be found equally innocent, cheap, easy, and effectual. But before something of that kind shall be advanced in contradiction to my scheme, and offering a better, I desire the author or authors will be pleased maturely to consider two points. First, as things now stand, how they will be able to find food and raiment for an hundred thousand useless mouths and backs. And secondly, there being a round million of creatures in human figure throughout this kingdom, whose whole subsistence put into a common stock would leave them in debt two millions of pounds sterling, adding those who are beggars by profession to the bulk of farmers, cottagers, and laborers, with their wives and children who are beggars in effect: I desire those politicians who dislike my overture, and may perhaps be so bold as to attempt an answer, that they will first ask the parents of these mortals, whether they would not at this day think it a great happiness to have been sold for food, at a year old in the manner I prescribe, and thereby have avoided such a perpetual scene of misfortunes as they have since gone through by the oppression of landlords, the impossibility of paying rent without money or trade, the want of common sustenance, with neither house nor clothes to cover them from the inclemencies of the weather, and the most inevitable prospect of entailing the like or greater miseries upon their breed for ever.
I profess, in the sincerity of my heart, that I have not the least personal interest in endeavoring to promote this necessary work, having no other motive than the public good of my country, by advancing our trade, providing for infants, relieving the poor, and giving some pleasure to the rich. I have no children by which I can propose to get a single penny; the youngest being nine years old, and my wife past child-bearing.
The End
So? What do you think? Am I nuts or what?

Thursday, June 09, 2005

Umbrella Corp.

This is who Ed works for. I just love the symbol.

Umbrella Corp.

Ed's Blog

The Dark Net

This is the REAL ED'S blog... Booya!!!! GO ED!!!

Thursday Madness

Yeah, you thought that I wasn't going to keep up with it, but I did, HA!


Thursday Madness I'm here!!!! Anyway, I got no results for last week's post, so let's go: ROUND TWO. DING DING!!!!


Homeland Security

Tuesday, June 07, 2005

Air Conditioning: Where Would We Be Without It?

A/C is a wonderful thing.

I guess that its another reason why the library is such a wonderful place to hang out: its air conditioned.

I walked out of here a minute ago and it was as hot as hell. It made me appreciate the library even more. I smiled at the thought of how comfortable I was going to be and how hot and sweaty the rest of those poor slobs are. Oh how I love air conditioning...

Victory Dance!!!! Haha!!!!  I have air conditioning and you don't!!!!  Booya!!!!

Free Time

I have an hour and fifteen minutes worth of free time today. With study hall and lunch all in a row it gives me loads of time to study... or work on my blog... Sure I'll study... someday...

Last Day of School

Today is the last full day of school!!!

Oooooooh Yeah!

I got my golf award last night... YAY!!!! I lettered for my second year!

Golf

Monday, June 06, 2005

45 minutes left

I have an extra 45 minutes after school today. yay. Just can't wait to face the music. I want to die more than I want to see my mother later. Maybe I'll find a way to get out of facing her all together... nope, its innevitable. Oh well, I'll just tell the truth, even tough its all a lie to her.


God this sucks...

...

I'm hungry, tired, and depressed.

I hate my life so much. We have some stupid assembly next period that I want to get out of. Then I have to go home and face the wrath of my mentally ill mother. Can't wait.

I just want to crawl into bed and sleep the rest of my life away.


Rest in Peace

I hate

I hate it! Since that shitty intelligence test I've had some fucking bitch keeping track of everything I do. And guess what? She called home to tell my mother that she thinks that I'm going to fail math. I've been seeing the teacher almost everyday at 11th period, and she questioned me on that! Now I'm going to go home and be called a lying failure. I guess... I guess I am a failure. I mean, if a 17-year-old needs someone to follow them around and keep track of everything they do, then they must be a failure.



One big failure...

Rough Morning...

I couldn't find the pants I wanted to wear. I searched for twenty minutes until I found them under everything else on the floor of my closet. Then I couldn't find my meds. I was chuckin' shit by the end of the morning. I'm stuck after school for 45 minutes because my brother has to make up gyms which I should be doing too, but then again I don't give a damn. Now I'm in homeroom and I can't afford a goddamned coffee because I left my money at home. Mel comes over asking me if I want a coffee, I say yes, she walks away, I ask if she can afford two coffees, she says no and shows me a fist full of quarters. I was a little peeved. I wanted to yell at her "Why did you even bother asking?!"


AHHHHHHHH!!!!

Thursday, June 02, 2005

Thursday Madness...

I am just so bored. Monday is the sports award ceremony and tonight is the college course introduction meeting. Whatever... I'm still really bored.


Cutie So here it is: I'd like to present:

THURSDAY MADNESS!!!!
Every Thursday I will be posting a cartoon that I find funny or engaging. Also: I want you (those of you who give a flying rat's ass) to give feed-back.
Thursday is one of the greatest days of the week. Its just before Friday, which is just before the almighty week-end!!!!

Defficit

I like Gifs

They're so much fun to play around with!
This one is just soooooooooooooooo CUTE!!!


Cabbit Jump

Itchy, Itchy

Sigh...

Alright. I was furious last night, but Daddy took me driving. I got a new skirt at Old Navy. Its really cute. It bells at the bottom and is covered with brown leaves and flowers over an off-white background with random shots of red through it. I also got my nails fixed up. They're orange now with little purple and white flowers on the ring-fingers.

I give up. All this shit could disappear tomorrow if I could have a normal social life...


Go Away!

Wednesday, June 01, 2005

Back Stabbers and Betrayal

This totally sucks. I was the captain. I made every game, even when I had a fever, even when I could have sworn that I was going to cough a lung up... and then this happens. They choose Mel to recieve the award. The only reason I can think of is that she had a better average than me. She probably had a 60 somethin' and I probably had a 70 somethin', but still........ still...

I am so fed up with it. The few times I've given total commitment to something it turns around and stabs me in the back. My Venturing Crew did the same thing. Venturing is bi-sexual Boy Scouts. And the crew that was started for the truly interested people was over-ridden by assholes and delinquints. We wanted to get rid of them, but there was no legal way that we could. Every time I tried to turn it into the exciting thing that it was meant to be they'd just scoff and ignore everything that I had to say. Anyway, I ended up quitting because it wasn't Venturing; it was a once a week social hour for rejects who wanted to get away from their families...

And now golf. Mrs. Riley probably thought that because I bad mouthed it all the time that I wasn't interested... But would someone who wasn't interested attend every game at the expence of their health? Oh well, I don't mean to be self centered, but knowing Mrs. Riley as I do, I'd have at least thought that maybe she'd let me recieve the award to spark my interest...

Just forget it. I feel like shit right now...

A blog I want to keep track of...

I just discovered this blog started today by a poet who wishes responses to her work. I can't wait. Maybe if I review some of hers she'll review some of mine (short stories. I'm not much of a poet...).

Mahogany breathes

Fake, but awesome none the less...

This is a fake poster for a movie that will probably never be made, but I still find it to be an awesome idea.

Cool, huh?

Anyway, I found it at http://www.dbzdivx.com/?p=93 . Credit must be given where creditis due.

WOOOHOOO!!!!!!!!!!

JUNE IS FINALLY HERE!!!!
I just realized it after making my last update. School's almost over. All that's left are finals and regentses (which suck). I kind of wish that it wouldn't end. School has been a sanctuary for me. At least I'm applying to a few jobs over the summer...

YEEHAAWW!!!!!

Lunch

I love lunch. Its my favorite period because I get the entire Library to myself. How great is that! The Library is where all of the good computers are and during this period there is NO competition. Besides, I never eat lunch, there's never enough time to...


HAVE A HAPPY LUNCH!!!!


Mmmmmm Doughnut...