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Feeling a whole mixture of emotions right now (besides the sick one). I mean, this weekend was great! One of the very few good ones I've have in a long time. It's just typical that my dad had to ruin it all yesterday. See, we all go to California Adventure for the first to have fun, right? We don't go to make snide remarks about everything we see, we don't go to criticize the amount of people there, we don't go to complain about the prices (although, that's sort of a legit thing), we don't go to show everyone else how bored we are, we don't go to SLEEP THROUGH AN ENTIRE PARADE, we don't go to sit through the entire Aladdin show and NOT LAUGH A SINGLE TIME. And YET! My own father manages to do all those things and then some the entire time we were there. He even makes my mother leave with him early because "he's so bored", leaving my sister, cousin, and I to trek out the rest of the park on our own. Don't get me wrong, it was b

I'm insane. I must be. Is it even possible for someone such as myself to have this view? I favor my fiction over reality. Sure, it's not real and fiction doesn't live a life with other people in it. Fiction doesn't get up in the morning and wish that by going to the bathroom, she might find that she's lost weight. Fiction doesn't get into car accidents. Fiction doesn't feel pain. Fiction doesn't live; neither does it die. But why would that be such a bad thing? All these emotions in me that cause a kind of psychological riot would rather be just like fiction; numb and unfeeling. No one wants to get hurt, and if you're going to say, "but what's the point of living?" or "life isn't life without a few risks" then I hope you stop reading right now. In my fiction, I have so much power. I am a ruthless dictator, an experiment bent on vengeance, a misunderstood nobody, a celebrity, a wealthy sibling of a family of mercena

You know, holding a grudge against someone has a sickening hold on many people. It's like a kind of pleasurable heat that gives us satisfaction in dwelling on that hate and anger. Now I know it's neither healthy nor advisable to have such feelings. God definitely doesn't like it. Hating someone is like hating Him. However, it's...so difficult to let go of it. I don't care how many times you tell me to let it go. It's incredibly painful to let that last vestige of anger go. I WANT to hate that person so much. I WANT to imagine hurting them in every way possible. I WANT to feel the triumph in knowing that I hate them. Only I know this hate. That person may never know, nor care. They may never realize how I feel. But does that bother me? To be honest, no. It makes me feel even more powerful. I have control over someone in my mind; a place where no one else can touch me or hurt me. See, control has been ripped from my hands from so many individuals:

Felt so sick earlier...I woke up this morning and my lower abdomen was KILLING ME. Literally, I felt like something was ripping my intestines out with spiked gloves. Feeling a whole lot better right now though, so that's good news. For people who care, Wentworth Miller from Prison Break is playing Jack in the Bioshock movie. REALLY excited!!! That's it for now...my tummy's starting to hurt again. Till next time =)

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To all the peoples of the world, I'm declaring my DEEP attraction for MATT BOMER!!!! HAHAHAHA Notice how I didn't say love or whatever? I am quite sane, folks, not to worry. I just think he's SUPER HOTT!!!! He freakin' makes me giggle whenever I watch him on White Collar. I love that show! Well, okay, he's a big reason why I love it so much, but the show's got some great plot twists and awesome characters that you can't help but like! So check it out peeps! And for all my drooling colleagues out there who agree on the fact that Matt is too cute for his own good, feel free to drool on pics of him here: http://images.google.com/images?hl=en&safe=active&client=firefox-a&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&um=1&q=matt+bomer&sa=N&start=0&ndsp=18 Enjoy!

Another storm today...there's actually thunder this time; and lightning although I can't see it. Did you guys get a chance to look out your window in the afternoon yesterday? When the rain stopped, and the sun was shining? When the wind slowed down and the clouds started to part? It's kind of cheesy to say, but it was so refreshing to step outside into that sunlight with the air so crisp and clean. Raindrops were hanging off of leaves and gardening equipment, and it looked as if everything was reflecting a dewy light. It's corny, I get it. haha. But like I said yesterday, it was inspiring! I got a journal from my cousin and decided to write letters in it...along with other random stuff that would have even Conan laughing for a good ten minutes. The letters I've written so far (all three of them haha) are to certain people who have passed through my life. People I either don't associate with or talk to anymore. But after writing out all those feelings I

I don't think I belong in California...especially LA of all places. Seriously, what person who lives here actually enjoys rainy days more than the normal hot days? Oh, right, ME! I know it's pouring like crazy outside. And the fact my pool is about to overflow doesn't make this day much easier... But there's just something about the unpredictability of the rain. Blown by the wind, released from the gray sky swirling above, feels like a kind of calming chaos. Anyway, maybe I should move to Washington or Oregon or Maine! Weather like this can be so inspiring! Who knows what spontaneous idea I could get today! Well, in the mean time, here's a song by Angel Taylor. Really catchy stuff. I heard her play on a reality TV show (don't hate me 'cause I watch some of them haha) and thought it was pretty good. Give her a listen if you've got the time.

Hey readers! Hope you loved those weird videos I posted yesterday.  Nothing like a few drops of insanity to make life so much better than it actually is. Thing is, after Britney Spears/Trinity left my house, I got an idea! Well, in all honesty, it had nothing to do with anything funny.  However, it was a pretty good idea, so I'm sticking with it to the end! I decided to start a blog on acne tips and horror stories.  Eh, it sounds pretty awesome to me.  Because who DOESN'T have one of those moments?  Whiteheads, blackheads, pimples, zits; it seems like we've all got them, but no one really talks about it.  And I don't mean the commercials for acne stuff that "gives you clear skin in a few weeks" crap. No, this is gonna be legit.  Because I'm going through the same thing RIGHT NOW, so why not? WHY NOT??  Check it out if you've got the time.  I'll probably post more frequently on that since it's what I've got to deal with on a freakin