Have you ever taken a good look at your step family and thought, "Thank GOD I don't actually come from them"?
Yeah, that's how I'm feeling at the moment. I'm trying to convince my mom to let me go to Texas for a year and stay with my cousin Dolly. It's not working. I might go crazy soon or break down. Perhaps both, if I'm in the mood for it.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Back Seat Photographer
Random photos taken from the back seat of my mom's car on our usual 7 - 9 hour trip to West Virginia.
Over a bridge.
Pink Brest Cancer Awareness rubber duckie is enjoying himself.
Another sky shot.
Crap, how many of these did I take?
Don't mind me. I'm just flipping of BP.
Pretty sunset in the mountains.
Over a bridge.
Pink Brest Cancer Awareness rubber duckie is enjoying himself.
Another sky shot.
Crap, how many of these did I take?
Don't mind me. I'm just flipping of BP.
Pretty sunset in the mountains.Thursday, August 19, 2010
Oh hai
So.... I turned 17. One year till I'm legal. Woot!
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......... Wait, I didn't mean it to sound like that. >___<
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......... Wait, I didn't mean it to sound like that. >___<
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Unpopular Photos
These photos were taken in the large park within my trailer park. People don't seem to like them. Not that I care. I like them. They're not joyful and colorful like the rainbow infested photos scene kids take or flowers everyone likes to take, but they're not completely dreadful like faux suicide photos emo kids take or picture of dead animals people with mental problems like to spam DA with. These photos are just... Real. But to be fair, reality sucks.
"Graffiti is for Children"
"Crime Scene"
"Colorful Explosion of Joy"
(which doesn't really bring joy)
"Graffiti is for Children"
"Crime Scene"
"Colorful Explosion of Joy"(which doesn't really bring joy)
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
So....
The sad part about July 4th is that we're suppose to be celebrating the birth of a nation, yet we focus more on parties, drinking and fireworks.
By the way, last July 4th was better because my neighbor had a party and all the adults were drunk while setting off fireworks. >___> We almost had an accident but it was the highlight of the night! (Never throw a "dud" firework into a fire pit. It's not actually a dud, the fuse probably just snapped. I WILL explode.)
God Bless America and happy (late) 4th of July!
By the way, last July 4th was better because my neighbor had a party and all the adults were drunk while setting off fireworks. >___> We almost had an accident but it was the highlight of the night! (Never throw a "dud" firework into a fire pit. It's not actually a dud, the fuse probably just snapped. I WILL explode.)
God Bless America and happy (late) 4th of July!
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
God has a sick sense of humor
"I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours
But I think that God's got a sick sense of humor
And when I die I expect to find Him laughing"
But I think that God's got a sick sense of humor
And when I die I expect to find Him laughing"
A few days ago, at 4 in the morning, a young man, only 24, died in a horrendous car accidence. The other man in the car with him walked away with broken ribs. Today while running a few errands with my mom, aunt and cousin, we passed the local cemetery. The entire cemetery was filled with cars even in parts of the grass where no one was buried yet and on the highway. We though this was his funeral.
When we went to my other aunt's house, we learned his was the nephew of one of the ladies of her church who helped make food for the wake after my grandmother's funeral last month. We also learned that the funeral we passed was not his. Whoever they were, they were loved. The young man's funeral to tomorrow.
My aunt told us how at 11:00 the night before he died, he was Wawa, a quick stop place for gas and food. In the store, a man was having a seizure and this young man saved him. The reason I quoted Depeche Mode's Blasphemous Rumors is because it fits this situation perfectly. The young man saves a man's life and the next morning, a few hours away, he loses his own life. The irony is too much and I really do believe God has a sick sense of humor.
When we went to my other aunt's house, we learned his was the nephew of one of the ladies of her church who helped make food for the wake after my grandmother's funeral last month. We also learned that the funeral we passed was not his. Whoever they were, they were loved. The young man's funeral to tomorrow.
My aunt told us how at 11:00 the night before he died, he was Wawa, a quick stop place for gas and food. In the store, a man was having a seizure and this young man saved him. The reason I quoted Depeche Mode's Blasphemous Rumors is because it fits this situation perfectly. The young man saves a man's life and the next morning, a few hours away, he loses his own life. The irony is too much and I really do believe God has a sick sense of humor.
Extraordinary Miracle
I'm not the world's most religious person. Actually, to some, I'm quite sinful and wrong. I'm agnostic, really. To me, miracles can happen, but until today I've never seen one. I didn't just see one, I met one.
The story starts out 7 year ago with a woman who, while pregnant, did hard drugs. Her child was born with many medical problems and this mother was too drugged up and using her money on drugs to take good care of her daughter. This mother is what I like to call a "non-human human." She'd abuse the child. There were times when she'd turn the child's play pen over so it made a sort of cage, and she'd put the child in there with a very mean cat who would attack her. The child is now afraid of animals.
Child services stepped in and took the little child along with her 3 or 4 other brothers. The child was given to her grandmother while the others were sent somewhere else because they were too much to handle. This grandmother, who lives in a glitz and glamor world of her own, hands this little child over to my uncle and aunt all the time. At first it was for daycare, but not it's because they love that little child. They've even become her godparents.
Today I met her for the first time, and in the past by looking at pictures her I could tell she was a very loved and special child. She's 7 years old, but you could never tell it. She's only the size of a 3 year old and doesn't talk but she uses her own form of sign language. I was told that when the doctor checked her out, he said she'd be a vegetable all her life and her heart wouldn't grow. Today, she's a happy, active little girl who loves to dance and play. Her heart has grown both in size and love.
She's shy and can sense if you're good or not, which I can understand seeing how she went through all she did. She doesn't want to get hurt again. She loves my uncle and aunt like they were her own mother and father and they love her, so much that they want to adopt her.
This little girl is a walking, breathing miracle. The doctors who said she would die can't figure out now how she's still alive. I think it's because love. Love is a miracle. I know some people will say love is a chemical reaction in our bodies and it doesn't heal someone illnesses, and while that's true, you have to wonder if she'd be alive right now if she didn't have my uncle and aunt there to love her. If she was living with her mother still, you can be sure the police would have found her dead. If she lived with her grandmother all the time, her grandmother is the kind of woman who gets angry if she accidentally spills her wine and thinks so little of her own granddaughter for who she is, I don't think she'd still be alive.
No matter what you believe, please believe that there are miracles in this world. She's proof of it.
The story starts out 7 year ago with a woman who, while pregnant, did hard drugs. Her child was born with many medical problems and this mother was too drugged up and using her money on drugs to take good care of her daughter. This mother is what I like to call a "non-human human." She'd abuse the child. There were times when she'd turn the child's play pen over so it made a sort of cage, and she'd put the child in there with a very mean cat who would attack her. The child is now afraid of animals.
Child services stepped in and took the little child along with her 3 or 4 other brothers. The child was given to her grandmother while the others were sent somewhere else because they were too much to handle. This grandmother, who lives in a glitz and glamor world of her own, hands this little child over to my uncle and aunt all the time. At first it was for daycare, but not it's because they love that little child. They've even become her godparents.
Today I met her for the first time, and in the past by looking at pictures her I could tell she was a very loved and special child. She's 7 years old, but you could never tell it. She's only the size of a 3 year old and doesn't talk but she uses her own form of sign language. I was told that when the doctor checked her out, he said she'd be a vegetable all her life and her heart wouldn't grow. Today, she's a happy, active little girl who loves to dance and play. Her heart has grown both in size and love.
She's shy and can sense if you're good or not, which I can understand seeing how she went through all she did. She doesn't want to get hurt again. She loves my uncle and aunt like they were her own mother and father and they love her, so much that they want to adopt her.
This little girl is a walking, breathing miracle. The doctors who said she would die can't figure out now how she's still alive. I think it's because love. Love is a miracle. I know some people will say love is a chemical reaction in our bodies and it doesn't heal someone illnesses, and while that's true, you have to wonder if she'd be alive right now if she didn't have my uncle and aunt there to love her. If she was living with her mother still, you can be sure the police would have found her dead. If she lived with her grandmother all the time, her grandmother is the kind of woman who gets angry if she accidentally spills her wine and thinks so little of her own granddaughter for who she is, I don't think she'd still be alive.
No matter what you believe, please believe that there are miracles in this world. She's proof of it.
Monday, May 17, 2010
Regret and Hate Spells
I hate how when something happens, you start to regret a lot of things.
My grandmother died May 6th and I've been thinking about how when she fell in January and when she was in the hospital a couple months after that, I spent so much time with her. I sat by her side and I read her the bible.
Then I get to thinking about how I should have spent more time with her. I regret never spending the night at her house like the rest of my cousins did. I regret a lot of things regarding not being with her. I regret not being there when she died.
Then regretting one things leads to regretting other things not even related to her. Like regretting how I'm too afraid of everything. How I have no backbone and can't stand what I believe in without the fear of someone criticizing me or family disowning me.
I regret not being with someone I loved because I was too afraid of telling my family about us, I regret avoiding romance and love because of this, I regret not making new friends and making enemies everywhere I go.
Then I think about how I have these feelings that I'll always be alone and no one will love me.
This leads to anger and hate and letting emotions bottle up inside of me until I break down and blame everyone I know for everything that goes wrong. I end up hating the people who kept us apart and then after I've cooled down, I realize it's all my fault for not having any courage to stand up for myself.
Then that leads to depression for a few days then back to my normal, almost surreal boring life until another big event happens and then it's back to this nonsense.
Life just really sucks now.
My grandmother died May 6th and I've been thinking about how when she fell in January and when she was in the hospital a couple months after that, I spent so much time with her. I sat by her side and I read her the bible.
Then I get to thinking about how I should have spent more time with her. I regret never spending the night at her house like the rest of my cousins did. I regret a lot of things regarding not being with her. I regret not being there when she died.
Then regretting one things leads to regretting other things not even related to her. Like regretting how I'm too afraid of everything. How I have no backbone and can't stand what I believe in without the fear of someone criticizing me or family disowning me.
I regret not being with someone I loved because I was too afraid of telling my family about us, I regret avoiding romance and love because of this, I regret not making new friends and making enemies everywhere I go.
Then I think about how I have these feelings that I'll always be alone and no one will love me.
This leads to anger and hate and letting emotions bottle up inside of me until I break down and blame everyone I know for everything that goes wrong. I end up hating the people who kept us apart and then after I've cooled down, I realize it's all my fault for not having any courage to stand up for myself.
Then that leads to depression for a few days then back to my normal, almost surreal boring life until another big event happens and then it's back to this nonsense.
Life just really sucks now.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Kelly Ann's List of Best Movies Ever
Ok, so no one bitches at me, I'll be "politically correct" and say 'Kelly Ann's Personal List of Best Movies Ever According to Her Taste.' Happy?
These are in no specific order.
1. Hackers
One of the most re-watchable movies ever in my opinion. I've seen it more than The Wizard of Oz. About 30 times probably.
2. No Country for Old Men
Evil have no skin color, eye color, sex, nationality or hair style. Anyone can be evil. Even a guy with a bowl cut can make you shit your pants.
3. V for Vendetta
The thought of a world without freedom is scary. The thought of a person like V is both awesome and a turn on. Don't ask me why, but V was seriously sexy. O_o
4. The Shawshank Redemption
What can I say other than MORGAN FREEMAN and EPIC PRISON BREAK!
5. Storm of the Century
This past winter, the people of Delaware went to bed in Delaware and woke up in Alaska. I honestly thought Stephen King was predicting this to happen, but not on an island in Maine. I was waiting for someone to knock on our door and tell us to head over to the town hall for safety. This only made me love Storm of the Century even more.
6. Casablanca
If you need me to tell you why this movie is one of the best, then you my friend, are a sheltered, sorrowful soul.
7. Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amélie Poulain
Also known as Amelie, it's one of the few romance movies I like. I wish I were Amelie sometimes.
8. Beetle Juice and James and the Giant Peach
I was exposed to early Tim Burton work around the age of 3, starting with Beetle Juice and James. I see the bull he's popping out now and then I look back at these two movies and some of his other early works and it makes me sad how bad he's gotten.
9. Silence of the Lambs
Three words: Hannibal fucking Lecter.
Like Morgan Freeman, nuff said.
That's it for now. Maybe I'll add movies to the list later on. Maybe not. :\
These are in no specific order.
1. Hackers
One of the most re-watchable movies ever in my opinion. I've seen it more than The Wizard of Oz. About 30 times probably.
2. No Country for Old Men
Evil have no skin color, eye color, sex, nationality or hair style. Anyone can be evil. Even a guy with a bowl cut can make you shit your pants.
3. V for Vendetta
The thought of a world without freedom is scary. The thought of a person like V is both awesome and a turn on. Don't ask me why, but V was seriously sexy. O_o
4. The Shawshank Redemption
What can I say other than MORGAN FREEMAN and EPIC PRISON BREAK!
5. Storm of the Century
This past winter, the people of Delaware went to bed in Delaware and woke up in Alaska. I honestly thought Stephen King was predicting this to happen, but not on an island in Maine. I was waiting for someone to knock on our door and tell us to head over to the town hall for safety. This only made me love Storm of the Century even more.
6. Casablanca
If you need me to tell you why this movie is one of the best, then you my friend, are a sheltered, sorrowful soul.
7. Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amélie Poulain
Also known as Amelie, it's one of the few romance movies I like. I wish I were Amelie sometimes.
8. Beetle Juice and James and the Giant Peach
I was exposed to early Tim Burton work around the age of 3, starting with Beetle Juice and James. I see the bull he's popping out now and then I look back at these two movies and some of his other early works and it makes me sad how bad he's gotten.
9. Silence of the Lambs
Three words: Hannibal fucking Lecter.
Like Morgan Freeman, nuff said.
That's it for now. Maybe I'll add movies to the list later on. Maybe not. :\
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Crappy Pixels: A Cell Phone Picture Diary
Monday, December 21, 2009, 4:24:24 PM:
Delaware is not known for big snow storms. We're a temperate zone, so when we get the slightest snow fall we freak out. Sadly, this was one of the bigger storms we had, but not the biggest. Still, the state boys of DellDot don't know how to clear a road.
Monday, January 11, 2010, 6:32:46 PM:
I have recently discovered that dinosaurs still exist, but are so tragically painted with people I've probable heard of, but don't recognize.
Friday, January 15, 2010, 8:19:36 AM:
I awoke to my Nintendo DS looking like this. It's the top screen. It looks almost like a burned paper. The bottom screen works fine. I didn't step on it, I didn't lay anything on top of it... WTF?
Friday, January 15, 2010, 12:22:04 AM:
I believe I have found a new government conspiracy. The government has genetically modified peppermint balls so they can now multiply! Case in point, this peppermint ball with a baby peppermint ball!
Monday, March 08, 2010, 5:26:32 PM:
I'm pimpin' a new hat (and looking like a fat boy) bought at the local knock off shop. I love that place... <3 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j75/mcrfreek13/phonephotos/Photo0298.jpg">
Monday, March 08, 2010, 6:36:26 PM: A gas line on fire between two bridges. My face looked like this ---> O_____O
Monday, March 22, 2010, 2:28:08 PM:
My new puppy Deuce. He hypnotizes my mom with his beauty and cuteness, but I'm not so easily fooled.
Sunday, April something, 2010:
This is why I freakin' love my church.
Sunday, April 18, 2010, 3:05:48 PM:
The best tattoo I've ever drawn on myself and the photo comes out all blury.
Friday, April 30, 2010, 9:56:34 PM:
OMG WTF BIT ME???
Saturday, May 01, 2010, 2:23:08 PM:
One of my many dream wedding dresses.
BONUS: Youth Group scavenger hunt photos.Story: My youth group had a scavenger hunt all throughout Dover on May 2nd. We did many things to make ourselves look like idiots. Especially me because I wore a sombrero while doing everything. So here's some photos of the event.
One box of Swedish Fish. That's all we needed... Why the hell did we need a receipt THAT long?
Happy Swedish Fish face. :)
The other team's chalk drawing.
My team's chalk drawing.
A... partial pyramid of Rita's Water Ice cups. FUX YEAH RITA'S!
One of the other teams getting their pictures developed at Happy Harry's. FUX YEAH HAPPY HARRY'S!
END!
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
Tip: How to Stay Morbid Without Making Your Parents Slit Their Wrists
I you're like me, then you're into all things morbid. And if you're parents are normal like my parents... sort of... Then they don't exactly enjoy today's morbid music. Neither do I, for that matter. Emo music just sucks and death metal is just too overrated.
But here's a way both you and your parents can enjoy the more morbid side music has to offer: Teenage tragedy song.
Big in the 50's and 60's and still being made to this day, teenage tragedy songs are about teenagers deaths mostly from the prospective of the lover who survived.
You can find a list here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teenage_tragedy_song
You might want to stick with the songs from 1981 and back if you want to keep your parents from complaining.
But here's a way both you and your parents can enjoy the more morbid side music has to offer: Teenage tragedy song.
Big in the 50's and 60's and still being made to this day, teenage tragedy songs are about teenagers deaths mostly from the prospective of the lover who survived.
You can find a list here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teenage_tragedy_song
You might want to stick with the songs from 1981 and back if you want to keep your parents from complaining.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
TV Doesn't Do Death and Suffering Any Justice
We've all seen TV shows and movie where a family member is an invalid and is dying. Unless you've ever lived with a person who's going through that, you'll never understand what it really feels like.
TV shows are sugarcoated. They don't show nearly as much emotion as there should be. Not the best of actors or directors can capture the torture and pain the family and the ill go through.
If you've never been there, consider yourself lucky. Up until this year, I had never felt it, but I know it now. I wish I never had because seeing someone suffering like this is one of the worst things in the world.
TV shows are sugarcoated. They don't show nearly as much emotion as there should be. Not the best of actors or directors can capture the torture and pain the family and the ill go through.
If you've never been there, consider yourself lucky. Up until this year, I had never felt it, but I know it now. I wish I never had because seeing someone suffering like this is one of the worst things in the world.
Friday, April 23, 2010
The Shemale Flapper
It started out as a random face I drew with two different eyes and different lips. I decided to make it showing two types of Flapper styles on the same person. (Mostly in the hair and the eyes) THEN I came to the conclusion that the girl (The main one, not the one on the wings) in this picture is a shemale.Her story goes:
Her name was Jon Kemper, and in the 1920’s when prohibition was enforced, he frequented speakeasies.
One night, Jon saw the most beautiful flapper girl dancing with some other flapper. All night he watched her and he was mesmerized by her beauty. By the end of the night, he was confident and planned on going up to talk to her, maybe ask her out, but he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw another flapper grab her and kiss her. She didn’t fight either. She rather enjoyed hi.
Embarrassed, he left the speakeasy and didn’t come back for about a week. But when he did come back, he watched her again. His heart ached at the sight of the beauty he’d never hold.
A few hours late, and very tipsy, Jon got the bright idea of dressing up as a woman to attracted the girl he’d been watching. Lucky for him, he wasn’t a big manly man and with the right makeup, no one could tell it was him.
The day he bought some pretty dresses, a couple bras, some makeup, a couple wigs and some jewelry. He shaved his arms and legs stuffed his bra up with whatever he could find that would feel realistic. He sat and tried two styles. One was a dramatic style like Louise Brooks, with the straight, bobbed wig. The other style was more soft yet wild and still a little dramatic, like Clara Bow. This was the one he chose. It seemed to fit him a bit better.
That night, when he entered the speakeasy, all eyes turned to him. Even his drinking buddies didn’t recognize him. The girl who he had watched took notice too, and invited him to dance. The entire night they danced and talked and had a wonderful time.
This went on for a month. It got to the point where he and the girl would go out shopping together and just be together. His dream was coming true. He was finally near her.
One night, as he left to go to the speakeasy, the girl caught up with him and pulled him into an alley. There she kissed him and told him how much she loved him… Or at least how much she loved the woman he pretended to be. Guilt took over him. He was misleading her. He hugged her and told her the truth.
When he was done explaining, she looked him in the eye, took off his wig and kissed him again.
“It’s all right.” She said. “I go both ways.”
Wow, that story sucked. TT__TT
True Miracles from the Mind of a Juggalette
The Insane Clown Posse has been under fire for their rather idiotic song "Miracles", and even as a Juggalette, I can understand why.
In the song, they call things such as the sky and their children resembling them miracles. I the song, the totally disreguard scientific fact and show a lack of education.
More about this can be explained by Zinnia Jones here:
These are some of what I consider true miracles:
- The parents of a little child dying of cancer are told that he/she has only a month to live because the surgery didn't work. Days pass and it seems like the end, but the next day, the child is feeling and looking better. The doctors do tests and find that the tumor is gone and the child lives a long and happy life.
- A new born baby is sick and about to die. There's nothing the doctors can do, and the same as the child with cancer, the baby lives.
- A little boy is pronounced dead when he drowns at the beach, but in front of his parents and the police and whoever else was there, comes back to life.
- A truly deserving heart transplant patient finally receives a replacement organ right in time.
- A kid who's been in and out of abusive foster homes finally, after so many years of torture, finds a loving family who will never abandon them.
- A person who was once shunned by their family is taken back with loving arms when the family realizes how wrong they were.
- A mother or father finally break their drinking habits and become the parent every kid needs.
- A mother and father find it in their heart to forgive the street racer who hit and killed their daughter. (This one seems almost impossible, but it did happen)
- The human race finds peace on earth and goodwill towards men.
Life in itself is a miracle. I understand the wonder and amazement that ICP have with everyday things, because if you look far enough into it, life is a miracle when you see what so many people go through, how some people don't get to enjoy the little everyday things... But the wording and total lack of respect for the educated is... Well, rather disturbing.
In the song, they call things such as the sky and their children resembling them miracles. I the song, the totally disreguard scientific fact and show a lack of education.
More about this can be explained by Zinnia Jones here:
These are some of what I consider true miracles:
- The parents of a little child dying of cancer are told that he/she has only a month to live because the surgery didn't work. Days pass and it seems like the end, but the next day, the child is feeling and looking better. The doctors do tests and find that the tumor is gone and the child lives a long and happy life.
- A new born baby is sick and about to die. There's nothing the doctors can do, and the same as the child with cancer, the baby lives.
- A little boy is pronounced dead when he drowns at the beach, but in front of his parents and the police and whoever else was there, comes back to life.
- A truly deserving heart transplant patient finally receives a replacement organ right in time.
- A kid who's been in and out of abusive foster homes finally, after so many years of torture, finds a loving family who will never abandon them.
- A person who was once shunned by their family is taken back with loving arms when the family realizes how wrong they were.
- A mother or father finally break their drinking habits and become the parent every kid needs.
- A mother and father find it in their heart to forgive the street racer who hit and killed their daughter. (This one seems almost impossible, but it did happen)
- The human race finds peace on earth and goodwill towards men.
Life in itself is a miracle. I understand the wonder and amazement that ICP have with everyday things, because if you look far enough into it, life is a miracle when you see what so many people go through, how some people don't get to enjoy the little everyday things... But the wording and total lack of respect for the educated is... Well, rather disturbing.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Interest Is Killing Me
A wise woman once said:
Things to never get interested and/or get your hopes up in:
- An apprenticeship
- Getting to know family
- Friends actually being there for you
- Anything your father "promises" you
- Contests
- Meeting new people
- Books
- Movies
- TV shows
- Video games
- Music
- Life
Experience has taught me that interest begets expectation, and expectation begets disappointment, so the key to avoiding disappointment is to avoid interest.That wise woman as George Lass from Dead Like Me. I really should live by this saying, but somehow it slips away from me.
Things to never get interested and/or get your hopes up in:
- An apprenticeship
- Getting to know family
- Friends actually being there for you
- Anything your father "promises" you
- Contests
- Meeting new people
- Books
- Movies
- TV shows
- Video games
- Music
- Life
Friday, April 9, 2010
This Image...
... Best discribes the past few days for me. Also the past weekend. Or perhaps the past month... Yeah, that's about right.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Spring time: A small rant
This winter I went to sleep in Delaware and woke up in Alaska... About three or four fucking times... In one winter... And according to my father, who's really a not so reliable resource of information, the Farmer's Almanac is predicting next year to be the same. Oh joy.
But I'd take the freezing cold over the high pollen counts any day. For the past 3 days I've suffered what I thought was a cold or flu along with major asthma attacks... And it was allergies. I'm starting to hate all those pretty little flowers that attract the bees and the newly budding trees that give us oxygen. I can't even leave the house. Thank god I'm home schooled.
It's 2 AM and I can't sleep because I have snot running down my throat that won't come up and when I lay down, I choke.
Fuck spring time. Fuck the flowers. Fuck the trees. I want it to be winter again.
But I'd take the freezing cold over the high pollen counts any day. For the past 3 days I've suffered what I thought was a cold or flu along with major asthma attacks... And it was allergies. I'm starting to hate all those pretty little flowers that attract the bees and the newly budding trees that give us oxygen. I can't even leave the house. Thank god I'm home schooled.
It's 2 AM and I can't sleep because I have snot running down my throat that won't come up and when I lay down, I choke.
Fuck spring time. Fuck the flowers. Fuck the trees. I want it to be winter again.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
The Flapper
For the longest time I've been obsessed with the 1920's and flappers. There's something about them I feel I can relate to.
I don't know much about poetry, so I don't know if this would be considered a poem or not, but it's just some dumb thing I wrote. It's really horrible, so if you don't want your braincells to die, don't read it.
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The Flapper
By Kelly Ann Scheffer
I dance and hike my dress up and party like no lady should.
My face glows with happiness as I chug down the last of my bootleg booze.
The men stop to watch me as I let it all out,
Lust consumes them.
I pretend not to notice them and continue dancing to that taboo rhythm.
To anyone with an untrained eye, I’m happy and care free.
A typical modern woman.
But those who watch me long enough know.
They know to look into my eyes and see what really goes on.
They see in my eyes the anguish and despair that I try to drown out with music and booze.
They see that I’m acting out.
They see the true flappers for what we really are.
I don't know much about poetry, so I don't know if this would be considered a poem or not, but it's just some dumb thing I wrote. It's really horrible, so if you don't want your braincells to die, don't read it.
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The Flapper
By Kelly Ann Scheffer
I dance and hike my dress up and party like no lady should.
My face glows with happiness as I chug down the last of my bootleg booze.
The men stop to watch me as I let it all out,
Lust consumes them.
I pretend not to notice them and continue dancing to that taboo rhythm.
To anyone with an untrained eye, I’m happy and care free.
A typical modern woman.
But those who watch me long enough know.
They know to look into my eyes and see what really goes on.
They see in my eyes the anguish and despair that I try to drown out with music and booze.
They see that I’m acting out.
They see the true flappers for what we really are.
Updates
My grandmother survived a blood clot in her lung, which would have killed most people within a few hours. She had surgery where a filter was placed in her abdomen to filter the dozen or so clots in her lungs and preventing them from going up to her lungs or heart.
I got a new dog. A German Shepherd named Deuce. I wanted to name him Spock, but my cousin named him.
I met my step brother while my grandmother was in the hospital, and then I met one of my nephews. He's adorable and I love him. <3
I dyed my hair black because my mom wouldn't let me dye it purple. Next time I'm going for neon blue.
I'm boycotting anything Viacom. For more info on this, see the anti-Viacom videos by Mike Mozart of Jeepers Media on YouTube.
I got a new dog. A German Shepherd named Deuce. I wanted to name him Spock, but my cousin named him.
I met my step brother while my grandmother was in the hospital, and then I met one of my nephews. He's adorable and I love him. <3
I dyed my hair black because my mom wouldn't let me dye it purple. Next time I'm going for neon blue.
I'm boycotting anything Viacom. For more info on this, see the anti-Viacom videos by Mike Mozart of Jeepers Media on YouTube.
Monday, February 8, 2010
The Best of Public Access DVD
I love public access TV shows. They're like B horror movies, glorious and unique gems. For my own viewing pleasure, I've ripped videos off the web of public access TV shows to put on a personal DVD.
Why?
Because I can, that's why.
No, I will not be selling copies of the DVD. If you want one, find some public access TV shows of your own and do it.
If you need an easy way to get vids off of youtube, click here.
I'm even going to make a DVD cove and everything, which I'll post here.
Why?
Because I can, that's why.
No, I will not be selling copies of the DVD. If you want one, find some public access TV shows of your own and do it.
If you need an easy way to get vids off of youtube, click here.
I'm even going to make a DVD cove and everything, which I'll post here.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Super Bowl
I hate sports. Simple and true, I hate them with all my heart. Athletes are the most overpaid, whiny little girls there are.
Football is one of the main reasons men go to college. People also go for parties and blow jobs. Yes, blow jobs, because the bimbos who go to college have no brains, but rather looks, and in order to get their passing grade, just need to swallow.
I often wonder why people bother with sports when there are more pressing matters to address in the world.
Schools are filled with more idiots these days because of sports. Either you make it in the football team or you don't. Those who make it go to college and have lives worthy of demigods. Those who don't are treated like shit by everyone and learn nothings. Teachers don't teach anymore. They just sit around and kiss the ass of the coach and his star quarterback.
However, there is one football player I do like. The one with the long, curly hair who does that shampoo commercials. He's adorable.
Football is one of the main reasons men go to college. People also go for parties and blow jobs. Yes, blow jobs, because the bimbos who go to college have no brains, but rather looks, and in order to get their passing grade, just need to swallow.
I often wonder why people bother with sports when there are more pressing matters to address in the world.
Schools are filled with more idiots these days because of sports. Either you make it in the football team or you don't. Those who make it go to college and have lives worthy of demigods. Those who don't are treated like shit by everyone and learn nothings. Teachers don't teach anymore. They just sit around and kiss the ass of the coach and his star quarterback.
However, there is one football player I do like. The one with the long, curly hair who does that shampoo commercials. He's adorable.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Beginning
Don't be fooled by the blog title. This blog has nothing to do with cloves or antiques. Ok, I lie. I may post some pictures of antiques on here, but that's it.
Clove and Antiques was named so due to my love of both things. Clove, which I love the smell and taste of and antiques, which I like to collect.
This blog was created so I can be one of my alter egos, Bridget. While around friends or on the internet, I seem like a somewhat happy goth. This is Ashley, my happy alter ego. Bridget is the alter ego who is writing this now. At home, Bridget takes over. I like Bridget better.
Ashley:
Happy
Funny
Likes to laugh
Is outgoing
Only likes to talk and watch TV
Loves being the center of attention
Loves being a fashion icon
Is a bit of an idiot
Bridget:
Serious
A bit moody
Doesn't take crap from idiots or douchebags
Likes to read
Likes to write
Likes to draw
Likes to take photos
Is shy
Never wants to be not ever will be a fashion icon
Likes to laugh but very rarely
Likes old music
Both:
Likes dresses
Likes horror movies
Likes weird things
Likes cute things
Likes animals
Yes, I may be crazy and have multiple personalities, but at least I'm interesting.
This is Bridget's domain. My domain. Of course I'm still Kelly Ann. I always will be. This means you do not get to call me Bridget. Ever. I will be posting photos and drawings here.
Clove and Antiques was named so due to my love of both things. Clove, which I love the smell and taste of and antiques, which I like to collect.
This blog was created so I can be one of my alter egos, Bridget. While around friends or on the internet, I seem like a somewhat happy goth. This is Ashley, my happy alter ego. Bridget is the alter ego who is writing this now. At home, Bridget takes over. I like Bridget better.
Ashley:
Happy
Funny
Likes to laugh
Is outgoing
Only likes to talk and watch TV
Loves being the center of attention
Loves being a fashion icon
Is a bit of an idiot
Bridget:
Serious
A bit moody
Doesn't take crap from idiots or douchebags
Likes to read
Likes to write
Likes to draw
Likes to take photos
Is shy
Never wants to be not ever will be a fashion icon
Likes to laugh but very rarely
Likes old music
Both:
Likes dresses
Likes horror movies
Likes weird things
Likes cute things
Likes animals
Yes, I may be crazy and have multiple personalities, but at least I'm interesting.
This is Bridget's domain. My domain. Of course I'm still Kelly Ann. I always will be. This means you do not get to call me Bridget. Ever. I will be posting photos and drawings here.
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