Its Been A While.

Wow, I havent been on here in a while now.  Mostly because ive been kind of busy lately, but partly because I forgot my password.  Life has been okay lately, dont have any complaints.  I had a bit of a rough patch there for a while but im back on my feet and feeling pretty great.  I owe it all to God, without Him there through all of this I would probably be dead right now.  Im really glad im not.

No title needed for this one

Ok so heres the thing... Tonight i realized that im not where im supposed to be in means of my relationship with Christ. My fire has been re-lit, my drive and passion renewed. Im tellling you this because ive just reviewed my blogs content and theres a fair amount of profanity. As stated in James chapter three... how can the same tounge speak praises to God yet curse men made in God's own likeness. In many cases in this chapter he talks about evils of profanity. I want to apalogize for my language on this blog. In james it also says that the tounge, a small part of the anatomy can corrupt the entire body. I am not about to let poor control of my tounge corrupt my entire walk in Christ. This is something I feel very strongly about and felt nessissary to share with you. Thanks for listening or reading rather. haha. Oh and whered the spell check go? I really liked spell check, but whatever.

Confused as I am?

Has anyone else noticed that on your dashboard and proflie pages on blogger the blogger symbol has a piece of cake with a candle in it? Ive paid close attention to this and am quite confused by this picture. I dont know about you but id like to know what we're supposedly celebrating? Aniversery? Holiday? I have no idea. I might write a letter to them asking that the cake be removed. I doubt ill get a response. Sad Face.  If you find any info on the unnessisary cake id be more then delighted to hear it. thanks. haha.

Breakfast Revolutionized!

This is the best idea ever! I know in kinda slow but I also know that everyone has trouble buttering toast. haha. If they were to market this product it would be an instant hit. I live in redneck central and the least effort required, the better. My town alone would buy at least half of them. haha. I just think this is fucking genius! Glue stick meets butter, who would've thought it?

My iPod Needs Your Help

Ok so i LOVE music... but my iPod only has 266 songs on it out of the 1000 it can hold... I'm looking at websites, playlists, movies, other blogs, anything to find more songs that I believe are worthy to be downloaded onto my iPod... Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated... Thanks... haha... bu-bye.

Fun With Homophobics

Today me and my friend Bree went to the beach... We decided to do a little experiment... We tested the beach goers acceptance of open homosexuality. Our first subjects were two six year old children, as we walked past them, held hands, and said hi. They responded to us normally as if they didn't care that we were two girls holding hands then asked us to join them in building their sand castle. Our next subjects were a teenage couple maybe a year or two older than us. We continued to just simply hold hands, the couple approached us and started talking, after a little while the guy asked us if we were in a relationship together, when we replied no he looked embarrassed and apologized for assuming (which we all thought was funny). Our last subjects were four older people sitting under an umbrella. We walked past them still holding hands and then sat down in the sand to observe their reactions from a distance. The two women were the first to react, they stared and pointed and talked, then they proceeded to tell the men and the surrounding sun bathers. We were never approached or spoken to by this group, only pointed to and stared at. Our observations from this little experiment were that the older our subjects were the less accepting they were and the quicker to react they were. I'm not sure what to do with this information but here it is. lol.

Worst Way To Die?

Ok, so me and my friend were talking about ways to die. we arent suicidal or anything, just insane bored. lol. Anyway we decided that the worst way we could think of to die was this... A person that is paralyzed from the neck down falls out of their wheelchair face first into a puddle of water, and they drown because they have no way to get themselves out of the puddle. I think its like the saddest thing ever. :( Any thoughts?

Newly Found Hatred

Thanks to band camp my flute and I are now enemies. In the past week it has caused me so much physical and mental pain that I want to back my car over it. I am attempting to keep a positive attitude but it is getting increasingly harder by the second. Oh and in addition to me not knowing what the hell i'm doing guess where my place is on the feild??? Thats right, front and center. How great is that? Just my luck.

Mother's Racial Comment Of The Day

Ok so today I went to the mall with my mom. As we were leaving the parking lot there was a young man behind us... bass turned up all the way, backwards hat, peirced ears, the whole nine yards. My mother is a racist if I hadnt already mentioned that. She turns to me and says "Veda you see that guy behind us? That there is a wannabe nigger" She knew how profoundly pissed off I would get but procceded to say it anyway. I simply cannot tollerate her constant racist comments, jokes, etc. She is in no position to judge the decisions or lifestyles of others. Any thoughts???

Am I By Myself Or Insane?

Lately I have felt like I'm alone. Its not that I haven't been around people because that's kind of inevitable for me. I'm not sure where this feeling is coming from, its like an uneasy or unsettled feeling in the back of my mind all the time. This is not depression, I've been there, this is quite different. I am doing my best to act normal and to not let anybody know of this unnecessary, unexplainable feeling that is constantly haunting me. Any thoughts or suggestions would be extremely helpful.

The Hell Known As Band Camp

Ok... Sorry guys, I've been really busy lately. Mostly because this week and next week is band camp. Yay. Oh, I don't think y'all know this yet but I play flute... which is why I'm in band camp. haha. First of all it should be called boot camp. Its from 8 in the morning to 4:30 in the afternoon. The music is fucking hard! I'm trying my best but so far that hasn't been enough, My flute has broken for the past 4 months so I'm a little rusty. lol. The marching isn't that hard but its really really hot outside. Despite all of these negatives I am still looking at the few positives and pressing onward. I am determined to be the absolute best that I can be at this whole marching band thing. I'm going to have to practice my ass off though. :( This is going to be difficult but I am going to finish strong. I think I can survive 2 weeks of heat and pain, maybe.

I recently bought this magazine at food lion because I loved Michael Jackson and was deeply upset by his death. This post is not about Michael though its about Farrah Fawcett. If you look very closely at the cover you can see her picture up in the top right corner. When a celebrity dies they get their last 15 minutes of fame, their last bang, when everyone looks back at their lives and remembers them. Well when Farrah died she only got about half of her last 15 then Michael died. We all know how big MJ was, his death was a world wide tradgety. As soon as word got out about the king of pop's death they forgott about poor Farrah. Even though I was not a big fan of hers I stil feel bad that she never got her last bang. :(

Sandy Faces~Beach Genius At Its Finest

Me and my Friends are pretty creative but we never thought to do this, this looks simple but they had to make different sized faces and position their shaddows exactly right. This took allot of thinking and effort. hahahahahahahah. I love it!

Hey Cops, Look At Me!

The vast majority of my friends are pot heads. By the way they act and speak its kinda obvious but not as obvious as these guys. I mean look at the guy on the right, doofy sunglasses and that smile, haha, hes deffinatly high. not to mention their hair?! Think of all the effort that went into this... dying their hair green, shaving it to look like pot, these guys are true pot heads and appear to be proud of it. rock on idiots!

Wheelchair Dilemmas

My grandmother gave me this book on manners because apparently I needed help in that area. I was reading it and there is an advice column at the end of every chapter, there is one letter that stuck out to me...

"Dear Alex,

I use a wheelchair. You wont believe how many times total strangers just start pushing me. How do I tell them I don't need their help?"

Oh my God, seriously!? If I was in a wheelchair I would carry around a tazer with me everywhere. So when jerk offs start "helping" me I can reach around ant taze their stupid asses. If someone were to just randomly start pushing me I would flip out, Id be like "WTF do you think your doing you stupid MF, Leave me the hell alone!" And thats how I would politely deal with that situation. :)

Another Addition To My Reputation Of Lies

This is my guitar (right) and my base (left). I barely knoe how to play either of them so they just chill in my room like that basicly all the time. I keep them there partly because I play them sometimes but mostly because I love the look on my friends faces when they walk into my room and say "Man thats so sick that you know how to play" Then of corse I have to make up some reason as to why I can play something for them right then. Theyre just another wonderful addition to my fake reputation. Soooooooooooooooo lame, i know.

Some of My Childhood Art

I don't really know what possessed me to draw this. I remember one time in second grade, I got detention for pushing this fat kid out of a swing but other than that this is completely random.

I have only been cheated on once, this was drawn two years before that though. It hurt but this form of punishment is a little extreme. Don't you just love my drawing skills, they're amazing aren't they? Anyway I was a very violent child. haha.

This was sixth grade, we had just gotten a new band teacher named Mr. Norem. Everyone hated him, in this picture he is stealing the social lives of the students as they walk through the door, that first one is me, hahahahaha. We ended up making him cry twice and he quit, we were wonderful students.

I was kind of frightened when I found this one in my old math notebook. This is such a depressing picture, The dude is about to be hung/stabbed to death and his chick is going to get shot trying to save him. I'm trying to figure out how the bad guys loose, I mean they have guns and pointy things, what do the good guys have? nothing is what they have. And on top of all of this its raining, how genius am I? Uh... allot. haha.

A Life Of Silent Pain

My motto is to suffer in silence when possible. There are a few exceptions to this motto, the lucky people in my life who get to hear all my complaining and so forth. But towards the rest of the world I am a strong seemingly fearless individual. I formed this motto at about the age of 10, I figured that nobody cared about my complaints or needs so I shared them with nobody. My physical, mental, and emotional pain was no concern of anyone but me. My motto stays the same but for different reasons with each passing year. Now I have a reputation to uphold, in the eyes of those around me I am mentaly strong, opinionated, and fearless person. While the opinionated part stays true on the inside the others are not as concreate. Mentaly strong... this is compleatly a lie, i am an extreamly emotional person and somewhat unstable. I dont need to be in an institute or anything im just a very fragile person, this topic is a whole post in itself so ill hold off on further explaining it. Fearless... this is also a compleate lie. First of all because I dont believe that any human being is fearless, secondly because I am one of the most paranoid people you will ever meet if you ever happen to meet me. In every situtation my mind runs through all the possibilities, picks the absolute worst, and applies it. I live in constant fear but express it to nobody in fear of what they will think of me. My life is one of constant fear and silent pain.

Slow Day

Hello Blogers, today i have no random thoughts to report or any deep thoughts to express. I am just chillin at a friends house, being crazy and doing nothing. I'll report back later when something exciting happens. Love you all, bye for now.

Tradgic Event Of The Day

I know that I have already posted something today but this is way more important. I have just learned that one of my favorite artists Michael Jackson died a few hours ago. He was found in his appartment not breathing, he was pronounced dead in a hospital in LA, the doctors are saying cardiac arrest. I am perfectly aware of the accusations against mj and I firmly believe that he was not guilty. He was a troubled man but not by his own wrongdoing, the extent of his mental torment was more than likely caused by his excessivly abusive father. None of that matters now though, mj was a true icon of pop culture and music all around the world. He will be greatly missed and mourned over. Rest in peace Michael.