Where the Fuck Is My Dagger?!

If I could find my dagger, I might plunge it into somebody’s skull. I was reading my feed and it says, “Update: 11 of your friends joined the group They Can Keep the word “marriage”!” First of all, ohmigod, learn to use proper grammar, bitches. If you’re titling something you capitalize the important words and don’t capitalize the unimportant words. So, it should read, “They Can Keep the Word “Marriage”!”

Much better, but that’s not the important part. I decided to check it out, because I assumed it was some gay activist group trying to get better rights for gays. Those would be my friends, and I’m okay with that. Hell, I want rights too. Sure enough, this group was all about getting their rights, and I’m down with it. HOWEVER! The group was all about “anyone that agrees that heterosexual couples and the conservatives of our society can keep the term "marriage", just as long as they grant same sex civil unions the same rights as marriages.” WHAT. THE. HELL?!

I want it to be fucking called ‘marriage’ because that’s what it fucking is! This whole argument is about equality. We want equality with rights, so why would we make it separate. I’m not going be apart of a “civil union” even if we are given the same rights, because it’s just insulting. Yeah, we can all have the same rights, but we’re not good enough to be in a ‘marriage’. SAY WHAT?!

I don’t even understand why someone would make this group? Don’t get me wrong, this note isn’t about not wanting equal rights, but instead it’s about wanting equal status. I’m not going to settle for second place, when the love is the same as the “first place” love.

I say we give it the same name whether it’s “marriage” or “civil union”… I don’t even care which as long as it’s fucking equal like it should!

/end rant.

++current mood: pissed off
++current music: Hey Mama - Black Eyed Peas

The True Personal Ad (Part 2 of 2)

Disclaimer: This is meant completely out of a joke. Though everything in it is completely true, I’m going to use a ton of overstatements and sarcastic remarks. Trust me! I’m so tired of how this dating thing is working out, I’m going to be overly ridiculous about this entire thing.

Hello. My name is Aaron Ahrndt, and I’m pretty much amazing. I’m a nineteen year old male with some of the best dark brown hair you’ll ever find, although it often needs to be trimmed. My eyes are a very sexy brown as well. I’m like almost six feet tall, and I’m sure the last time I checked I was like less than one hundred thirty pounds. So, yeah, I’m really skinny, but it’s sort of “the thing” now so I can’t complain. Lets get off my looks though, because they’re amazing, I’m like so much more than just a pretty face, right? Teehee!

Let’s see, I’m like really smart. I was in the top ten percentile of my class and even took calculus. You may think, “Ewwww, calculus” but I really liked it. I’m really into math and stuff, because I am really good at it. I really enjoy really philosophical conversations too, no matter what they’re about. I once had a really intense conversation about football and basketball, and I’m not even a big sports fan. Not that there is anything wrong with sports, I used to be a wrestler, but I’m just not going to seek out activities that I’m bad at. I have like a big complex about that. I don’t like doing things that I suck at and know I’m going to be a disappointment.

So, I’m here in school for T-COM, because I really want to like be a movie director. You see, not only am I like really smart, but I’m also really creative too, and I have like all these different ideas for like movies and stuff, and I think I can really make these movies and make a lot of money. Like, I’m in the process of writing the novel for one of my ideas. It’s going to be sweet when it’s done. I’d be really cool if, like, I wrote it and published it. That way the novel is in like circulation before I make the movie. That’d be totally sweet.

I guess I should probably write about what I’m looking for in a guy. Okay, let’s see here. I’m really like a romantic person (like I took a quiz to find out that my Valentines’ Heart was like “Romantic” and I’m supposed to be a “Romantic” kisser. Those quizzes are a really good judge of character too). So, I really want a guy who will be just as sweet as I am. I am really not looking for the random hook-up, and frankly it’s a bit insulting. I mean, WTF, I’m hott enough to screw, but not hott enough to like, what the hell is up with that? My friend seems to think (and I’m starting to agree) that we’re just way to pretty to be a good relationship. Guys are just way to threatened by our looks that they’re afraid we’re going to cheat on them because we’re hott enough too. I mean, how ridiculous is that?

So, I want to recap with the things I’m looking for. I want a guy with good looks, because I’m tired of guys who have insecurity issues to begin with. I also want someone who isn’t going to be ridiculous with complexes about my sexiness. Oh, and I want someone who is really cute in a romantic way, someone I can just be adorable with; not just screw once and never speak again. I don’t want mono again, so the whole one night make-out session shit ain’t going to happen again, FYI. If that’s what you want, don’t even bother to get my SN because I’m not going to put out any longer!

That said, if you fit those categories, you can totally facebook message me, and we’ll chat for a while before meeting up. ‘Kay? ‘Kay! Have a good day.

Oh, and if you’re reading this but interested in girls not boys check out my friend Rachel’s True Personal Ad here: http://www.rachelischaotic.blogspot.com

++current mood: devious

My Comfort... So Southern

I love how one night's sleep can just completely change your emotions. Yesterday, I thought myself completely void of all thoughts and emotions, but today I'm going crazy and just totally feel like breaking down and crying. Maybe it's this song I'm listening to, it's just so fucking sad/emotional.

ANY song that talks about suicide is always like way to emotional for me. I really don't know why either because never once in my life have I ever had any thing to do with suicide. No one in my family has ever committed it. I'm pretty sure I've never been serious about doing it myself, so why do songs like this and "How to Save a Life" by The Fray charge such emotion deep in my soul.

Anyway, let me put the verse of this song in here because, damn, it's so emotional.

I won’t cry anymore,
I won’t build you a house,
And cry when you leave,
I know that you’re weak.
Did all that I could,
You know, I tried to give you reason

So you can die if you want
You can do what you please
But remember the ones
That have to bear it’s seeds
Just know when you go
You place death upon every life

++current mood: Emotional
++current music: Southern Comfort by Arrah and the Ferns

:: Title Under Works :: (Part 1)

I really don’t want to talk about my emotions right now, mostly because I feel that I don’t have any. I’m sort of void on any emotion right now and not really sure why. What am I going to do though? I want to be creative, so I’m going to start writing some random-ass story that will probably make no sense, but you’re going to love it because I wrote it.

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Dylan jolted up from his bed, gulping for air and grasping at his neck as if to pull away anything that would be holding onto it. His bed was damp from his own cold sweat, and as he sat there, he stared at his door just to get a sense of his surroundings again. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and with a quick motion, pulled the dark sheets off his legs. His thoughts were racing as his nightmare played in his head, which to Dylan was a normality at nights.

He planted his feet on the cold wood flooring and pushed himself off his bed. He made the familiar trip to the bathroom, and when he arrived, grabbed a Dixie cup, filling it with water. He looked at his face in the mirror. He told himself, once again, that he looked liked shit; with blood shot eyes and the dark circles that remained fixed below them. His own skin seemed to lighten every night he made this trip, and by now, it was no longer a pale pink, but instead, an off-shot of white.

He pushed open the cabinet drawer, grabbing a small orange bottle. He struggled for a few seconds on the child-proof cap, but after finally opening, he dumped two small white pills onto his empty hand. With another very swift motion, he plopped the pills into his mouth and took a swig of water, swallowing the pills. He shut off the light as he left the bathroom, heading back towards his room. He crawled, one more, into his dark bed and pulling the covers over his body, he fell back into a deep sleep.

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I think that’s where I’m going to stop. I’m probably going to write more later, but as of now, I just want to play some Oblivion. Hope you enjoyed it.

++current mood: creative
++current music: The Mutterings of My Fan

Well, I'm alive!

This past week was sort of my deciding factor whether my body could handle itself, and sure enough, it did well. I mean, I really wasn't afraid for my life, but sometimes, I wanted to cry, and did, just because all the crap I had to go through. I was basically bed-stricken with fevers ranging from my normal low 97 to a very high 101. My throat has swollen beyond all fathomable believe, making eating super difficult. Basically, I'm stuck to an all liquid diet or soft foods (as I had some eggs this morning). Not only am I limited to what I can eat, everything tastes BLAH! My taste buds are shot and won't be coming back until this is all over, hopefully, I really like tasting things.

I am home now. Back in the loving care of my Mom and Dad, who are trying to keep me comfortable to eating. Even here things aren't picture perfect, last night I got out of the top bunk of my brother's and my bunk bed like 3 or 4 times just to go out and get a glass of water, down it, and climb back up to bed. Eventually, I just went to the couch which is so much easier, although less comfortable. Eh, but I'm sick, things aren't supposed to be like, "happy, happy"

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My mom is gonna cut my hair today, so I need to go take a shower... Eh.

++current mood: tired
++current music: My Standard Break From Life//The Alkaline Trio