Friday, June 30

Draw me a piccy. =]]

Tuesday, June 27

Would Anyone Be Able to Help Me With This. (it's my last assignment for this class and I completely don't get it.)

1. Leaving home, Mr.L walks 4 miles, West, past the hospital, to his office in 45 minutes. But, feeling short of breath, he walks back East 1 mile in 15 minutes to the hospital for a checkup.
a. What distance did he walk?
b. What was his displacement from home when he arrived at the hospital?
c. What was his average speed for the whole trip?
d. What was his average velocity for the whole trip?

2. Sometimes the numerical part of an acceleration is given as a negative number. How is a negative acceleration different from a positive acceleration?

3. In which of the following cases is the object accelerating? Be sure to tell why you say it is accelerating.
a. A motorcycle speeds up from rest.
b. A car slows to a stop for a red light.
c. A boat cruises in a straight line at 30 knots.
d. The boat, still traveling at 30 knots, turns around and heads back.

4. A descendant of Galileo drops a bowling ball, a baseball, and a crow's wing feather from the top of the Leaning Tower of Pisa. Tell which of the three objects hit first, second and third. Explain your answer.

5. A car is traveling along at 50 mph, according to its speedometer. Thelma is driving and Louise is in the passenger's seat.
a. What is Louise's speed from Thelma's point of view (frame of reference)?
b. Wayne is standing at the curb as the car passes him. What is Louise's speed from Wayne's frame of reference?
c. A police helicopter is hovering directly over the car as it moves along. What is Louise's speed from the pilot's frame of reference?

Monday, June 26

And now I know who you are...

I watch all hope fly away.
Not yesterday.
No, today.
The day the world falls.
Crashes all around.
Sun falls to the ground.
No more sunrise.
Just sunset.
All the feelings.
We'll forget.
Just keep trying.
Even though.
We're dying.

Been depressed a lot lately. So, when you leave comments, don't be a smartass. Thank you. Have a nice day. Would that be paper or plastic ma'am? Do you want me to hold the bag while you put it over your head; or do you have it?

Sunday, June 25

I've been around this world; and I see no end.

This weekend was great. A lot of smiling. Happiness. There was crying, but it was all consumed in weirdness afterwards. Which was laughable. Now as for today. My best-friend left, around 10a.m. I was told when I got up to call her. So, of course, when I got up; I called. Her cousin hung up on me. Nice, right? Of course. They don't like me anyways. Well, she called me back. She was crying. Told me about some stuff and I knew then I'd probably not see her for a while. I was so afraid she'd do something stupid. Scared. Worried. All of it. Torn, for the most part. I have the most best friend anyone could ever ask for. She's there to talk about anything. From yellow-spotted, purple monkeys, to serious issues. She'll always listen. Laugh. Cry. Talk. All of it. She begged me to get my parents to go up and get her today. I told her we couldn't do that. She was underage and my parents could get arrested for taking her. Knowing her grandma, she would have turned us in. 'Cause that's just the way her Grandma is. Well, I had to leave. Today is my grandma's birthday. So, I had to venture into town. Well, I was worried about my best-friend. So afraid that she might do something stupid, and I'd lose her. The whole way there, songs kept playing that reminded me of her. From the ones that we sang to in my bedroom, to the ones that played while driving in the car. I was scared. I did nothing but think about her and things she could do while I wasn't home. I wanted to stay and just talk to her on the phone and make sure she was alright. I couldn't though, I had already missed to major holidays at my grandma's. So, unfortunately, I had to go. When I got home I recieved a message on Livejournal, saying "I'm gonna miss you (a broken heart sign)." Automatically, I was even more worried, then I already was. Now, it's going to be a long time before I get to talk to her again. I hate not talking to her. She makes me happy when I'm sad. Makes me care when I don't feel like I could. Gives me someone to talk to and a reason to live. What more could you ask for from a best-friend? I don't think there's anything more possible. She's the only friend I've had that actually, likes being my friend. Likes being around me. Likes talking to me. For the first time in my life, I have someone there. Someone to hold onto when I'm sad. Now, that safety, that closuer, the way i felt yesterday, is gone. I can't talk to her. It's bad enough that when I got home I tried calling first, and her grandma picked up the phone and just pressed "end" and hung up on me. I hate being hung up on as it is. That just pissed me off. That and I don't really care much for her grandma, as likewise with that. She doesn't like me either. Works wonders. Now, I'm alone. I can't wait to hear from Shandi (best-friend), tonight. I just hope she didn't do anything stupid. =[


Monday, June 19

Late night...

It's been a little while since I updated this thing. Not like anyone ever, actually reads it. Not that I even give a shit if they do or not. Could care less. Well, I've been up all night. Can't sleep and No, I don't know why. Just one of those nights I guess you could say. Been up writing poetry all night. Here's one that I wrote earlier tonight.

She's getting weak. She can barely speak. Starved. Victom of her own thoughts. All those lies she led herself to believe. It's hard to see why she's still with me. She says she's not perfect. When she's everything in my eyes. From the out to the inside. She has it all. The walk, the stare. They way she talks, like she don't care.
Running thoughts, that never did stop. Weakening. She can't even speak to me. Eyes are faded. Sat there and I waited. I wanted a, "she's okay." Instead they say, "there's nothing we could do, she's gone." I've never felt more alone. Down on my knees begging the world, please. One more year, one more day, one more hour. Just one chance to say I love her. Kiss her goodbye with a kiss on the lips.
Couldn't move. Hardely breathing. Hoping I was dreaming. This can't be reality. She hasn't left. She was never weak. I begged and I plead. I screamed, until there was no air left to breathe. My heart fell from my chest, laying her to rest. My smiles broke. My hands cracked.
Cold, shivering, laying by her side. Promised I'd stay with her the rest of my life. Rain, Sun, snow. I'm sure she knows. Later that year, I was layed down. Next to my love, where I'd stayed til no more breath was left. Kept my promise, and I was layed to rest.

I know it isn't the best poem. But it's a start, you know? Got bored I guess you could say. And Shandi, it's not about anybody. So there, you won't even have to ask.

Tuesday, June 13

the latest drawing...ugh lame

Monday, June 12

Like a Rose that Grew from Concret.

She's like a rose, that grew from concret.
So beautiful, so discreat.
Damaged pedals.
With love, she'll reach the sun.
She needs you there for.
When her heart beats no more.
When she feels alone.
She tells herself to be cold inside.
And wipe away the tears from her eyes.
Alone she sits there, and cries.
No one even bothers to ask why.
He heart it's torn.
She finds it hard to carry on.
She stops to see what makes her cry.
It's painful, so sad sometimes.
She crys wandering alone in the night.
Trying to find all her dreams before death.
Trying to keep her soul from.
Growing weary, growing old.
Dedicated to her heart.
The feak that lives there, in the dark.
That set us so far apart.


Mountain Dew is Good.

I like shiney things =|
(~o~)---(~o~) Wheels on the bus go round n round =]
And runs over all the little school kids.
=O Nooooo!!!! Poor kids.
[[ insert evil laugh here ]]
^_^ I'm up on a mountain dew frenzie. ^_^
(\_(\ *dancey dances* /)_/)
I saw my reflection...and cried. ='( Scaring looking
Bunch of X-tians been rioting on my page.
They want me to cross over =S
But I won't =P
(\__/) =] (=---Devil horns. ----
He will haunt you in your sleep.
Beware he is out to get all you X-tian bastards.
The bible is cursed. That's why they speak TONGUES!!
Or do they eat them? I can't remember. =]|]
Worlds a fked place. ya know??? =-
They Killed kenny! Those BASTARDS!!!!!
Okay I'm done.
I'm going to |---=|. Night all. (-.-)zZz


p.s. Stalk me, please and thank y

Sunday, June 11

This is at the special 0lympics in my home town.

Believe it or not, he's not special ed. =\

Friday, June 9

this is...

when its now or never
When bad gets better
when the lights go out
when my hands are shaking
when the rules are breaking
when the music plays too loud
where it all makes since
the ink starts flowing
my hands belong to you

Wednesday, June 7

Notice me...

[x] for once notice me smiling [x]
[x] notice me checking you out when you walk [x]
[x] nocite me looking at you while you talk [x]
[x] notice that my smile is gone [x]
[x] that these tears have shown [x]
[x] notice me for once [x]
[x] show me that you care [x]
[x] notice me as i stare [x]
[x] notice that i've changed [x]
[x] i knew it took a while [x]
[x] but just notice that its there [x]
[x] show me hope when its all lost [x]
[x] notice everything i got [x]
[x] notice me for once [x]
[x] notice me smiling [x]
[x] right before im dying [x]
[x] notice me staring at you [x]
[x] notice me telling you that i love you [x]
[x] I'm not asking too much [x]
[x] just notice me [x]
[x] for once [x]

Tuesday, June 6

The Nine Satanic Sins

For years, people have asked Church of Satan representatives, "Well, okay - your philosophy is based on indulgence of human instincts but do you have sins like any other religion?" Our answer has always been "No". But the time has come to amend that response. We have grown steadily over the past 21 years and find that it is appropriate to have some clear guidelines on, not only what we strive for,but also what we work to avoid - what we disapprove of. The difference is where other religions develop sins that people can't avoid, we consider a number of things "sinful" that people could avoid if they worked a little.

The top of the list for Satanic Sins. The Cardinal Sin of Satanism. It's too bad that stupidity isn't painful. Ignorance is one thing, but our society thrives increasingly on stupidity. It depends on people going along with whatever they are told. The media promotes a cultivated stupidity as a posture that is not only acceptable but laudable. Satanists must learn to see through the tricks and cannot afford to be stupid.

Empty posturing can be most irritating and isn't applying the cardinal rules of Lesser Magic. On equal footing with stupidity for what keeps the money in circulation these days. Everyone's made to feel like a big shot, whether they can come up with the goods or not.

Can be very dangerous for Satanists. Projecting your reactions, responses and sensibilities onto someone who is probably far less attuned than you are. It is the mistake of expecting people to give you the same consideration, courtesy and respect that you naturally give them. They won't. Instead, Satanists must strive to apply the dictum of "Do unto others as they do unto you." It's work for most of us and requires constant vigilance lest you slip into a comfortable illusion of everyone being like you. As has been said, certain utopias would be ideal in a nation of philosophers, but unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately, from a Machiavellian standpoint) we are far from that point.

It's in the Nine Satanic Statements but deserves to be repeated here. Another cardinal sin. We must not pay homage to any of the sacred cows presented to us, including the roles we are expected to play ourselves. The only time self-deceit should be entered into is when it's fun, and with awareness. But then, it's not self-deceit!

Herd Conformity
That's obvious from a Satanic stance. It's all right to conform to a person's wishes, if it ultimately benefits you. But only fools follow along with the herd, letting an impersonal entity dictate to you. The key is to choose a master wisely instead of being enslaved by the whims of the many.

Lack of Perspective
Again, this one can lead to a lot of pain for a Satanist. You must never lose sight of who and what you are, and what a threat you can be, by your very existence. We are making history right now, every day. Always keep the wider historical and social picture in mind. That is an important key to both Lesser and Greater Magic. See the patterns and fit things together as you want the pieces to fall into place. Do not be swayed by herd constraints -- know that you are working on another level entirely from the rest of the world.

Forgetfulness of Past Orthodoxies
Be aware that this is one of the keys to brainwashing people into accepting something "new" and "different," when in reality it's something that was once widely accepted but is now presented in a new package. We are expected to rave about the genius of the "creator" and forget the original. This makes for a disposable society.

Counterproductive Pride
That first word is important. Pride is great up to the point you begin to throw out the baby with the bathwater. The rule of Satanism is: if it works for you, great. When it stops working for you, when you've painted yourself into a corner and the only way out is to say, "I'm sorry, I made a mistake, I wish we could compromise somehow," then do it.

Lack of Aesthetics
This is the physical application of the Balance Factor. Aesthetics is important in Lesser Magic and should be cultivated. It is obvious that no one can collect any money off classical standards of beauty and form most of the time so they are discouraged in a consumer society, but "an eye" for for beauty, for balance, is an essential Satanic tool and must be applied for greatest magical effectiveness. It's not what's supposed to be pleasing -- it's what is. Aesthetics is a personal thing, reflective of one's own nature, but there are universally pleasing and harmonious configurations that should not be denied.


Suffering: Everyone suffers from these thing
Birth- When we are born, we cry.
Sickness- When we are sick, we are miserable.
Old age- When old, we will have ache and pains and find it hard to get around.
Death- None of us wants to die. We feel deep sorrow when someone dies.

Other things we suffer from are:
Being with those we dislike,
Being apart from those we love,
Not getting what we want,
All kinds of problems and disappointments that are unavoidable.

Today's lesson from Budha. =] I fuckin' heart that religion. Never changing the one I have though. And that's no religion.

You’ve seen us on the streets. I rode the bike right next to you in the gym today. I’m that guy you cut in front of in traffic. I held the door open for your wife and kids going into the market too.

Who are we? We’re Satanists.

Black cloaks and pentacles, that’s us too. Hollywood fears us and right wing fundamentalists hate us. Legend has us murdering and having sadistic and depraved ceremonies all in the name of Satan. When you speak the word Satanist, do you believe these sources? Fear and hate us if you will, but read the truth.

Hollywood will titillate. Christian Fundies will tell shocking and vicious lies.

Pssst… Here is the funny part… We even believe in Satan!


HAPPY 666 DAY!!!!

Best fuckin' day ever!!! WooHoo. For those who doubt GET THE FUCK OUT!!! fuckin' losers.


Monday, June 5

WooHoo From First To Last

Sunday, June 4


  • Mest's Myspace

    I fucking heart this band. Fucking listen to them, retards.
  • Thursday, June 1

    I can't go on, if your gone.

    I used to make you laugh,
    I used to make you smile.
    But that's not anymore.
    It's nothing like before.
    All the while you were there for me.
    All the other times I was no where to be.
    I was no where near.
    My name I couldn't hear you scream.
    This was all but a dream.
    I let you slip,
    I let you drift away.
    That wasn't tomorrow that was today.
    So hard to help you,
    now that your gone.
    I should have never,
    left you alone.
    76 I just thought was a number.
    I never knew your pain was getting number.
    I'm sorry I was never there.
    It's kind of like you disappear.
    I cry, every night,
    wishing I would die.
    I never wanted to see you like this.
    I never got to give you that final kiss.
    My last tear I cried.
    My last tear right before I died.
    I can't live in this world without you.
    I can't live here being so blue.
    Without you in my life.
    There's nothing to be here for.
    Not like I was ever around before.
    I should have ran,
    I should have walked.
    Instead all I did was talk.
    Now your gone.
    All this time I was spending my life alone.
    I never knew what I had.
    Now that your gone,
    I'm oh so sad.
    You just got thinner and thinner,
    until you couldn't get any thinner.
    I should have stuck around.
    I shouldn't have left those times you were down.
    I used to make you laugh,
    I used to make you smile.
    I left you alone all the while.
    Should have been around.
    Should have picked you up while you was down.
    Now that your not here.
    There's no reason for me to be.
    So here I go.
    My final knowledge.
    My final no.
    I'm taking my life.
    Just wish me a good-bye.

    As for the poem, long time since I wrote a long one. Thought I'd post it because of that. This weekend Shandi is staying. And Megan. Probably Jaden, too. Not sure yet, if he's staying. Hopefully, this weekend is good. If not....GRRRRR!!!!! I'm actually surprised my parents are allowing this. I had to re-arrange, the living room, but it was worth it. So, I'm blogging from a different location at my house. lol. I should be asleep. I have to get up at 9am. Actually 8am. Grrrr...I don't want to sleep. I hate sleeping. lol. I have to wait 'til August 23rd to turn in any of my homework now. Didn't get it all done. Damn me. I don't know what else to say. Thanks Babs. For the advice. =]

    It was just a story, this isn't really life.

    Things about me:
    [+] I can't be who I want to be.
    [+] I'm afraid of hurting people.
    [+] I can't stand being alone, and I'm always alone.
    [+] I do everything, but it's still not enough.
    [+] I'm worthless.
    [+] I'm a disappointment.
    [+] Afraid of dying, but always wanting to.
    [+] Always wears a watch on my right wrist.
    [+] Covers up the scars on my left wrist with black gelly braclets.
    [+] I think, I don't care, enough.
    [+] My Dad thinks, all I think about is sex.
    [+] I'm a virgin.
    [+] The time I did have sex, doesn't count.
    [+] I've always wanted to take a hammer to my head.
    [+] I've wanted to cut so deep that I see my own bones.
    [+] I hate myself.
    [+] I like to say, I'm sorry, even if there's no reason to be.
    [+] I smoke a pack a day, nearly everyday.
    [+] I find myself boring.
    [+] I don't like eating, but I eat all the time.
    [+] I keep my hair short because that's how I like it.
    [+] I don't like June 22nd. It's my birthday.
    [+] I hate being awake during the day.
    [+] I don't like sleeping at night.
    [+] I know how to speak some Spanish, German, French, and Latin.
    [+] I don't care for foriegn people.
    [+] I like stand-up comic.
    [+] I like cartoons, more than movies.
    [+] I try to always be nice. Doesnt't work, but I try.
    [+] My little brother died.

    Things I hate about myself:
    [+] The fact my parents hate who I am. [+]
    [+] My heart. [+]
    [+] My thinking. [+]
    [+] All the scars I ever put on myself. [+]
    [+] The way my leg shakes when theres silence. [+]
    [+] The way there's always music playing in my head. [+]
    [+] That I hate everyone, before I get to know them. [+]
    [+] I'm never jealous. [+]
    [+] I take things out on the people that mean the most to me. [+]
    [+] I used to take pills. [+]
    [+] I'm a failure. [+]
    [+] I'm a disappointment. [+]
    [+] I've lost all self control. [+]
    [+] I still haven't stopped cutting, though I've told others, I have. [+]
    [+] I can't go one day without thinking about killing myself. [+]
    [+] I always miss you, terribly. [+]
    [+] The way I feel. [+]
    [+] I have no life. [+]
    [+] Myself. [+]
    [+] The way I walk. [+]
    [+] The way my hair falls to the right side of my face. [+]
    [+] I'm always online, not doing my homework. [+]
    [+] I want to finish school, but then again I don't. [+]
    [+] I'm not allowed to be who I want to be. +]
    [+] Telling someone good-bye. [+]
    [+] Waking up. [+]
    [+] Falling farther then I've already fallen. [+]
    [+] I listen to rap, occasionally. [+]
    [+] I hate being mean. [+]
    [+] I don't see what others see in me. [+]
    [+] My poetry. [+]
    [+] etc...[+]