Tattoo or Two?

I'm thinking about getting another tattoo, but the burning question inside of me is, "where and what?". The picture above is the tattoo I have now. It hurt like a bitch when I got it, but it was worth it. Tattoos and piercings are a addicting. It is the nervous feeling you get driving to the shop and filling out the forms. Then the overwhelming fright just before the needle goes in. Brief pain. Finally the rush. That might be a tad bit weird but I like the feeling.

Okay. Let me think. Where should I get another tattoo? What is it gonna be? You know what would be really funny, to have a tattoo around your asshole that is like a dart board or target. That would be utterly insane to get something like that done. Hrmmm let me think about it. If yo ave any suggestion let me know!

My Existence

There are many contributions that make up just one diverse human being. Six billion humans on this earth and each have very different characteristics. These characteristics are made up of; family, friends, features, personality, values and beliefs. Each of these contributions creates our diverse human race. In my opinion, a persons values are incredibly significant. A person without values or beliefs has no meaning to why they exist. Some beliefs and values that have created the person I am are the following: family, animal rights, and anti-violence.

The moment I was born my family was there, and I also know my family will be there when I am on my death bed. I have learned in my years of life that family will always be there for you. They are in your blood, body and heart. Many teenagers have gone through a phase of concluding that friends are more imperative than family. I know this because I went through the exact same stage. In my middle school years, I assumed my friends were the only ones who could be trusted, honest, and there when I needed them the most. Until fairly recently that changed. The one I once called “best friend” stabbed me in the back and stole from me. It was almost as if a knife was pierced into my back and through my heart. In pain and disgust the only ones who were there to comfort me, were my mother, father and two brothers. In this single act, I only know now that my family will be there for me in any time or situation. They will be there when in agony, they will be there when in doubt and they will be there when love is in need. A family is not just made up of humans, the family pets and wild animals are also living beings.

All my life I have had an undying love for animals. I can assume every little girl goes through an obsessing pony or puppy stage, including me. The once, modest fixation has now flourished into my career goal. It is now my objective in life to be a compassionate veterinarian. Knowing this, in my future years of practice, I am going to receive pets brought in that have been brutally abused or abandoned. These actions bestowed against the pets are inhuman, heartless and disgusting. I perceive this reality because of a certain childhood reminiscence. One summer, my family and I drove down to Idaho to camp by lake. Blue-green waters and scorching sun, I lazily sit in a canoe. Watching the bright, yellow sunfish flutter around the bread crumbs I drop in the lake. The unseemly splashing of water begins. A few boys, older than I, swing about their nets catching one to two fish at a time. The stunning fish end up under the crushing soles of shoes, the shoes belonging to the young boys. This undertaking may just be a diminutive part of the world wide exploitation of animal rights. Which include; animals being skinned alive for their fur, farm animals bound in tight corners of feedlots, and the hunting of rare animals for an effortless game. These revolting acts are what caused my passion against animal cruelty. Not only are animal rights dejected but human rights are mistreated as well.

In every school, there are forms of media posted up upon the walls, composed of what you should do if a bully approaches you. Any age, people are bullied everyday around the world. This measure can take a form of physical violence and mental violence. Mental violence is the harassment I endured. In grade six, my family and I moved out to Springbank. I enrolled in a new school hoping that I would be just as accepted as I was in the previous school. At the time, I developed a skin condition called Vitiligo. This disorder causes the color pigmentation cells in certain areas of your body to shut down. This ailment only left me with patchy, ivory white blotches in random areas. My new fellow students saw this as an excuse to not include me in social outings and to continually harass me with verbal abuse. Everyday I went to school, I would endure names such as; albino, blotchy, scar face and many more unkind titles. These tiny deeds are only an initiation to further physical abuse. The violence can arise to a magnitude such as murder, rape and even war. Bearing the actions bestowed upon me, my knowledge has grown to be aware of the increasingly growing numbers in violence victims. With my experience, this is an issue I can help stop. Hopefully my fellow peers will soon realize the importance of this matter.

The events situated in my life including family, animal cruelty and violence have shaped and set my beliefs and values. They may be minuscule happenings, but they have grown into an ongoing revelation in my ideals. Values are what form our minds and personality. They are viewpoints that describe our experiences, life and thoughts. They have created my reason for existence. With certainty, my values come into some significance in this essay, community and maybe even the world.

Hangovers Can Also Suck My (Fake) Balls

Hangovers are the worst. The morning after a big night, it feels like time is going by so slow yet when I move around I feel like I am going so fast. It's weird. My eyes get all shifty and jiggly too, it's really diffacult to write this right now. It also sucks when you get up and you have to barf but your stomach is empty and all that comes up is acid and froth...sick.

rip rock retarded night....

the title says it all.....






these two are in the awesome band Alaura! You may not have heard of them yet...but you will.

Overtime Sucks My (Fake) Balls Also

My brother's hockey game had six over times.......they lost. The over time can lick my balls and the other team can lick my balls. My fake ones of course!!

I'm Losing My Mind

Oh man, it's Friday. Thank God. This has been a shitty week: snow, hairdryer on fire, throwing up, no softball, all in all it's been a shit ball week. Yesterday I seriously thought I was going to explode with frustration. Now that it is Friday....it's time to get RIP ROCK RETARDED! It's going to be an amusing night because at some point I am going to go watch my brothers final playoff game........and I am going to be drunk off my ass. Well that's the plan, his game starts at 10:00 so obviously I am not going to hold off until after the game. Should be interesting.....

Where's George??

Oh God

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	Low
Schizoid:	Moderate
Schizotypal:	Very High
Antisocial:	High
Borderline:	Very High
Histrionic:	Moderate
Narcissistic:	High
Avoidant:	Moderate
Dependent:	Low
Obsessive-Compulsive:	Moderate
-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! --

Almost TOO Funny

why don't you go outside and play hide and go fuck yourself!

i'm bored....

Krispy Kreme

They are AMAZING!

That's pretty much all I have to say......I ate that whole box, there's only two left. Have a good night, I'm going to go devour the last two.

Oh I Wish I Were A Monkey In A Zoo

If I was a monkey, I would probably look like this....

It would be great to be a monkey, especially on that lives in a zoo. You get fed by humans, cleaned by humans and I could also scare the shit out of little kids. I could roar loud and crash into the metal bars and stick my hairy arms through the holes and try a grab little kids. They couldn't shoot me or anything, because I'd most likely be a protected animal.(they probably would shoot me if I ate a kid or something, but I wouldn't) Best of all I could fling my poop turds at the human tourists. Man, would that be awesome.

Yes, This Apparently Is A Self Portrait Blog

Well this is now my self portrait blog....yesssss!

I had another shitty day so far, well not as bad yesterday. The shitness started when my blow dryer caught on fire, no i'm not joking. It started smoking so I turned it off. Stupid ass me then started it again to finish my hair and the plastic on the inside started on fire. So I pulled out the plug and wrapped in a towel. My precious blow dryer now lays to rest. In a deep, cold, dark place. The garbage.

Then, some lady from Banded Peak baseball called. Usually my friends and I play softball. We're not very good but the other teams we play against are so serious and shit. So when we get out there it's all a joke to us. Apparently I was the only fucking person who signed up. Everyone says, "yeah let's play softball, i'll sign up!" But when push comes to shove everybody is too fucking lazy to even sign up.

The picture of Bud, I had to put it up. He just looks so cute, yet at the same time viscous. He has a foe-fur blanket(which he sleeps on) and when it's all bundled up, it looks like he has hunted an animal. Haha my writing goes from ANGRY to HAPPY in two seconds. Skitso.....

This Makes Me Laugh

I know it's kinda mean laughing when somebody has poo stains. But it's rare site to see a poo stain, espessially on a pretty girl who is trying to look sexy. Okay think of the hottest person....okay now think of her or him turning around and he/she has bacon strips on their underwear. GROSS!

Chemistry Can Lick My Balls

Not that I have balls, but if I did. Chemistry can defiantly lick them. This has to be the most pointless subject, well it is to me. Frickin' elements and shit, I hate it.......once again chemistry can lick my (imaginary)balls.

It frickin' snowed today. I hate snow...I mean I love it in January or whatever, but it's March. The stupid tulips should be coming up. (okay...sorry tulips, you guys are awesome) Wow! This should just be my anger post, I had a shitty day.

Do you ever get the feeling after you ate WAY to much and youjust feel like shit? Well tonight I got to the point of throwing up. I picked up some Vietnamese food, not just some alot. I ate this soup, full of noodles. About 15 minutes later...I barfed.

Well Good Morning

This is the first morning I had ever waken up not feeling tired. I bought these "melitonin" sleeping aids. They're little strips you put on your tongue, let them melt and within half an hour your eyes lids will be so heavy you can't even keep your eyes open. These strips are supoosed to help you relax and get a good night sleep.....well they do work. I felt like a million bucks this morning! Now the only I have worry about is becoming addicted to them. Addicted so much that I will not be able to sleep with out popping 4 or 5 in my mouth. So my plan is to take 1 only if I need a good nights rest.

Yes, this was another useless post, but at least I write one instead of none at all. Well that's all for now folks have a fun and interesting day!

Workin' At The Car Wash

Well today I did dick squat. The only morsel of production was washing my cat and dog. Both of them are such babies, yeah I can understand how cats don't like water but dogs?? Esspecially mine, he's huge but yet he's still a baby and afraid to get a little wet. They always smell so good after you wash them....but I don't. As soon as you touch a wet dog that all you smell. While I go take a shower, I'll leave you with these...

Sleeping With My Eyes Open

Tonight was rally weird. It was about 5:30, I started watching "Sky Captain and The World Tommorow" and I have to say that was dumbest movie ever. Why? I fell asleep maybe 10 minutes into the movie. It's now 2:00am and I am wide awake. Stupid sky captain...

I have noticed in my recent posts that I cannot spell. CORRECTION: I can spell. The fact of the matter is I just am too clumsy on the key the board. Fingers flying about, not looking at the sceen while typing. I am just a bad "typer". Right now, I am typing so slow to make sure I have vey few or no errors.

Well this entry was pointless, but hey what am I supossed to do with this sleepless night?

Here's something funny:
If:
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z is represented as:
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26.

Then:
H-A-R-D-W-O-R-K
8+1+18+4+23+15+18+11 = 98%
and
K-N-O-W-L-E-D-G-E
11+14+15+23+12+5+4+7+5 = 96%
But,
A-T-T-I-T-U-D-E
1+20+20+9+20+21+4+5 = 100%
And,
B-U-L-L-S-H-I-T
2+21+12+12+19+8+9+20 = 103%
AND, look how far ass kissing will take you.
A-S-S-K-I-S-S-I-N-G
1+19+19+11+9+19+19+9+14+7 = 118%

I have come to a conclusion that hardwork and knowledge take you almost to the top. While bullshit and and asskissing will take you over the top.Well have a nice morning. This post was just a waste of energy. I'll leave you with this....

"The early bird gets the worms, but the second mouse always gets the cheese."

A Whole New Meaning To Finger Food

It was my birthday yesterday, and I had made dinner reservations at a Moroccan restaurant. But first, my good friend, Wes did buy me a dove.(Wes is in the picture) I had a post before about wanting a dove for my birthday, and he actually came through. The dove is so sweet, I named her Melodi, for what reason you may ask? When I play my guitar her feather poof up and she looks like a porcupine. Therefore she must like the sound of the music. Music=Melodi makes sense. (makes sense to me at least and yes I changed the "y" to and "i")

The place we went to was called "The Moroccan Castle". On the inside it was dark, and the only source of light were the lanterns hanging on the wall. There were carpets hanging from the ceiling, which gave the place a "tent" look. We sat in a booth full of pillows and the booth itself was VERY low to the ground. The food was awesome and we got to eat with our fingers. Eating with our fingers makes us really realize that monkeys are our anscenters. My brother, Koden, made me realize that. I glance over at hima nd he's picking through his food just like on orangutan would. The chef made me this birthday cake, it was only about the size of....half a small pizza maybe smaller. But it's delicious insides won me over. It was like a huse pile of blacava. Almonds, pistachios, raisins, icing sugar, pastry all mendled up in, what almost looks like a Boston cream doughnut. Oh man, doughnuts. I am going to timmy ho's.....I bet when you are reading this I am scarfing down chocolate dip doughnuts. Maybe even timbits....along with an ice cappicino. OKAY I'm leaving now....


Oh yeah, this is Melodi.

Love....

There are no words to describe how I loved Missy. She was my best friend. In times when I was upset she was there to lick my tears away. In times of humor she was up for anything. When I was angry she would always cheer me up. My first memory of Missy was when I was 3 or 4. Everytime we would try and video tap her she would poke her head around the corner....sprint around the room, then stop. Once again she would poke her head around the corner....sprint around the room, then stop. Over and over until my guts burned from laughing.

Then when we got Bud. (We got him for free outside a safeway in Idaho, then snuck him across wih border with any papers) Missy was like a mother to him, she tought him everything he needed know. These days I can see Missy, I can see her in Bud. They were inseperable.

Then around this time last year I was in a school production. On the last night of our shows my parent's friends had a cocktail party. So, my mom was at the party and she drove home first to let the dogs out, then came to get me. After I got picked up we went straight to the party. An hour or two went by and I felt sick. So I drove my mom's car home alone. I get in my house and no dogs came rushing to see me, then I notice Bud scratching at the back door, my mom forgot to let them in. I let him in. We live on an acreage, so Missy had to be tied to a long rope because she would wander into the fields and hunt for mice. I go open front door, where Missy was tied up. Her rope was stretched out, I walk out side to see her collar and blood. The fucking coyotes killed her.

I was sick for a month, aswell as Bud. We couldn't eat and everytime I saw or heard something that reminded me of Missy, I would break down in tears. I know that she will always be with me, and I hope she knows that I will always love her.

It's Almost Like World Leader....

You have to watch this....frankly to tell you the truth i cried the first time it watched it.

• Smile!

Scroll down abit until you hit the black.

My Daily Dose Of Inspiration

This sticker I have taped on my mirrior. (never stick it on cause then you'll wreck it) I get up every morning and see my motivational sticker. It keeps me going through the hard times.
That's it for now....

I.O.U??

Ciavarro had a title on one of his posts that said, "A weeee leeeeetle beeet deeeeelaaaaayyyeed " and who ever could translate that would win a million dollars. I so happen to translate it. It means "A wee little bit delayed" slightly after I figured that brain twister out, I was ready to collect my winnings. Instead Ciavarro came up with the stupid scheme to chinse out on me. Well not really chinse out, it was more like (I can't think of a word but all I know is that it is worse than chinsing out). This is what he said:

"Right the prize is a million dollars...... minus some number I have in my head. And that number is!!!!!!!1,000,050. Therefore you owe me 50 bucks meranda. I take cash."

Now, after my strenuous work to figure out the translation I owe him fifty bucks. Well all I can give him is an I.O.U.


Psssschta! It's not like an I.O.U is really worth anything anyways....

"Sweet!"

Today was pretty exciting. Matthew Good added a link from MLOG to "a waste of mind". Yup awesome. HMMM actually today wasn't that exciting. I remember when "BADGER, BADGER, BADGER!" came out. I thought eventually it would end....but no. I sat watching this dumbass thing for at least an hour. I kept looking for a change in the tone or melody that would singal the ending of this animation. Never happened.
http://www.ebaumsworld.com/badgers.html
This next animation is really insane.
http://www.ebaumsworld.com/kunstbar.shtml

Oh yes...the picture is from the animation, "Rejected" by Don Hertzfeldt. If you want to see it you have to download it off Kazaa or Limewire or whatever. More good ones by Don Hertzfeldt is "Billy's Balloon"and "Ah, L'Amour" . Have a nice evening!

Never mind about downloading "Rejected"
Go HERE>>>>>>http://gorillamask.net/rejected.shtml
To see "Billy's Balloon"
Go HERE>>>>>>http://gorillamask.net/billysballoon.shtml
To see"Ah, L'Amour"
Go HERE>>>>>> http://gorillamask.net/lamour.shtml

Olive Grove

I love this painting by Vincent Van Gogh. He painted it while he was in the asylum, he would look out his room window and there were olive groves outside. It was the only decent picture worth painting. The situation kind of reminds me of my life. I feel trapped where I am now and I need to be free. Free from rules, standards and snotty people. ANYWHO that painting above looks pretty good, eh? I painted it. It's a mini-masterpiece. I recreated a masterpiece, and it's only about the size of your hand span. It was really difficult. Especially to do Van Gogh peice, he has so many different, invidual strokes. That little painting took me three weeks. It paid off though, it's looks like the real one. A tiny one of course....

Homeless

The warm, melodious sun slowly rises,
my damp, cool body will soon be emerged in the tenderness of the light.
The darkness begins to disappear as the searing sun creeps over the summits of the buildings,
the everlasting drudge of darkness is swept away by the eternal bliss of daylight.

The moist, cloudy condensation from my breath vanishes,
small icicles beneathe me begin to slothfully melt into grimy puddle of mud.
My stomach aches in pain as it has longed for food for such an eternity,
food that would be able to nourish and feed my detrimental, emaciated body.

I arise from the depths of soiled cardboard and crumpled news papers.
Another day begins, as I saunter out of the murky alley and into the radiant, open streets.
My hunger grows intensely stronger.
My hand gradually make their way down to my pockets to only find 3 quarters.

"please sir?" I ask a passing man.
He replies to me only in a devastating, annoyed stare. Looking at me as if I were only fungi.
Another man passes, "God bless you!" I declare,
as he drops minimal pocket change into my shabby, aged hat.

My hunger spent after I gorged down two doughnuts and a double chocolate cookie.
Day by day I look to eating the splenders of sugar,
that is the one and only reason I sould stay on this cruel world.

Soon the afternoon passes, then the lightness begins to plummet,
dropping harmoniously into the beautiful pinks skies of the west.
Creating a perfect picture over the Rocky Mountains.

Sitting alone, nothing to do, nothing to say.
The atrocious eternity of merciless silence,
day in and day out.

The ghastly darkness begins to takeover the breathtaking light,
slinking over the orange ambiance of sky.

I begin to lurch back into the glommy alleys where I had arised.
Gradually I lay back down to rest;
for there is nothing to accomplish in the nadir of the dark.

Shadows tiptoe over my smutty body,
and soon I will be lost, once again in the everlasting darkness of my home.
No, not a home. For the alleys are not a place to live,
I am homeless.

Let It Rain

This morning I woke up to the sound of rain drop gently splatting on my window. My advice: that's best way to wake up in the morning. You feel so refreshed and new. I love the rain. I love the smell of rain, the feel, the taste, everything. I remember when I was younger, and used to live right in the city when it rained I would walk around my cul-de-sac with a bikini on and barefeet. With barefeet you have to be carefull not to step on any worms, so it was like a game. Don't step on any worms or they'll smush under you barefeet and you will have worm feces on your feet. Haha. It wasn't quite like that. I usually picked up the worms and put them in the grass cause if they are on the road or side walk someone is bound to step or ride on them.

When it rains now, I feel the urge to go driving. I have no clue why but I like to crack the windows a hair, (so you can smell the rain) and listen to Matthew Good.I don't know whats wrong with me. Maybe the rain relaxes me, maybe I am insane. Who knows, all I know is I am in love with rain.

This picture turned out really trippy....I like it.

Dove

Last year for my birthday I got a tattoo of a dove holding an olive branch. The dove holding an olive branch symbolizes peace, and that means alot to me. I got a tattoo that actually has a meaning, where as other people get them for "shits and giggles". It hurt like hell. It was like a sewing machine stabbing you in the a back a trillion times. It was worth it thou.

My birthday is this friday and I think my good friend, Wes, is getting a real, breathing dove. I'm pretty excited about that. I can teach it to sing...

In And Out Of Conciseness

Last night one of my close friends had a little get together because her parents were gone. So we're all just chillin, sitting in her room at like 2:00 AM having a smoke when the phone starts ringing. Scared shitless. Holli answers it and the bitch living downstairs is like, "I can hear every word you are saying, so shut the fuck up!" We all then just sit in her living room whispering. We had the tv on but it was muted then Marilyn Manson videos started playing and it was so fucked up. It's about 3:30 now and there is a loud bang on the door. Scared even more shitless. It was the cops. fuck. Everyone grabs the beer bottles and runs into Holli's room, so Holli and I answer the door and the cops were saying there was a complaint for noise. That ruined our whole night. We finally get to sleep around 5:00.

Morning comes around and we are all up at 9:00 to clean up her house. (her mom is coming home) After the cleaning, I eventually get home. For the rest of the day I laid in my movie room, or should I say slept. I would start watching a show and then fall asleep, and then get up when the credits are scrolling. Each time I woke up I was so thirsty and boiling hot, so I would chug down half a gatorade. But the thing is I kept getting fresh, cold fresh ones cause warm gatorade is sick. That was my daily activities.

Spectacles, Testicles, Wallot and Watch Austin Powers

I have never had to wear glasses in my life, but recently I have noticed everything kinda went blurry and I had to focus really hard to see clear. I haven't been to the eye docter in like 9 years and he told me I should have a check-up every year....yeah right. But yeah, now I have got glasses and I see clearly now the rain is gone.

I have also decided to finish my last semester of school by correspondence. I really HATE going to my school. Every person in that school is soooo spoiled and so judgemental. All they care about is what kind of car you drive, what kind of jeans your wearing, "like omg is that a louis vuitton purse? get outta here...really?". I hate it soo much, it gets really annoying. There is this one girl everyday of school, I watch her eyes go up and down scanning what I am wearing. Then she would say a stupid ass comment like, "I was gonna buy those jeans, I tried them on and everything" or "Where did you get that shirt? Oh really well I was gonna get it from purple saurus." It is just stupid ass people who piss me off. I mean there are only very few people I can actually have a REAL conversation with. A conversation without talking about clothes, make-up, cars, accesories. Oh jeez, even a few guys in my school are spoiled asses. Like this one time I was sitting behind Mac's in my truck with a few friends and "guy" (I am not naming names) rolls up beside me with his "one of a kind prelude". It's one of those cars with the blue lights underneath and everywhere, the imported engine from Japan and the sound of the motor goes, "rannng ranng rannngg". So anyways he rolls up beside and shouts, "your truck is not so fast anymore Meranda." I reply with the sound of his engine, "rannng rannng ranng rangg". Idiots!

If The Nutri-grain Doesn't Work Try The Farting Cat!

When ever I feel remotly sad I just watch this cat........let in play for the 5 minutes and you'll be laughing you ass off!
http://www.ebaumsworld.com/fartingcat.html
P.S. The picture of the cat.......she's mine, her name is Wacy. She's a really "sketchy" cat. She gets scared soooooo easily and when she does get scared she jumps almost 2 metres in the air and her fur puffs out like a blow fish. Right on! I gots a blow fish cat.

I Feel Great!

This is probably one of the stupidest/funniest video clips I have ever seen! "babies everywhere!"
http://www.ebaumsworld.com/nutrigrainad.html
"you do feel great, I just shattered my hand!"
I don't think nutri-grain bars really work like that. First of all they taste like shit and they taste like shit. MMMMM here's their new slogan:

Eat Shit, Feel Great!

Washing My Bud

Today I decided to wash my dog. The reason being: he smelled like he rolled in a dead, rotting magpie. Which is sick. So, he's a pretty big dog and a pretty big baby. And he happens to be scared of water so I tried to drag and push him into the bath tub.....no luck. Eventually I just had to pick him up and drop him in. As I went to go get the camera (stupid me forgot it) he jumps out soaking wet, shakes him self and stinky magpie water going all over the walls in my bathroom and the mirrors. haha. Now my bathroom smells like steamy, sweaty magpie Chinese food.