Month: July 2005

  • Ok, so here's a funny story for you guys:


    Last weekend, me, my dad, and my sister went to a Walmart in a nearby town and when we left, there was this sign on the road outside the store. It said "Mini cockers" and it gave a phone number. I said Mini cockers????? and my dad gives me a dirty look and says, "That's mini cocker spainels. You know, it takes a really sick and twisted person to think of that." Well, me and my sister busted out laughing. Omg it was great.


     


     


    Other than that, I haven't really laughed much lately. Everyone at work's been just leaving me alone, and I haven't been smiling or laughing. Well, I laugh a little bit, but not enough, because the only time I smile is when I laugh, so ya. Most of the time I'm just working with a frown on my face and not really talking to anyone. And everyone just leaves me alone, which is the way I prefer it. I don't like lying and saying I'm fine every 2 seconds. I don't know what's wrong with me, but whatever.

  • I'm sorry, but this is kinda long. If you don't wanna read something long, fine. But I would suggest reading it all, because it's a rant that speaks the truth and makes you think. If you don't wanna think, that's fine, but I would still read it, because, like I said, it's the truth. If you wanna debate, that's fine, you're entitled to your opinion. But my opinion is set in stone, because I happen to believe that it's the truth.



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    Why do people have to treat others so poorly? If people think of how it feels to be treated so bad, then why do they make others feel that way? We all say we hate it when we see it happening, but then we turn around and do it to someone else. Don't people have hearts? If you see that what you're doing or saying is hurting someone else, how can you turn a blind eye? When you know how it feels?


    Today there was a new temp at work. I don't know where exactly she's from, but she had some sort of middle eastern accent. I don't even know her name. I trained her a little bit, taking over when Chris left to do something else. But when I was done training and doing my own work, I started thinking. I honestly don't understand why everyone's afraid of people from the Middle East, or look at them with suspicious eyes. It's a place, it's utterly ridiculous. It's a place of fear, a place of severe political unrest. In high school, there was a Somalian that went to our small town school. In World Cultures class one day, I heard her story for the first time. Her family lived there, but it was too unsafe for them, so they got out of the country. Some how, they got divided from their father. They were separated for a long time, I think it was a few years, but I could be wrong.
    Now can someone please tell me, how would you feel in that situation? Don't even think of what country it is, just think of the situation. You're afraid of leaving your house because you're afraid of dying, of getting blown to pieces. But your family needs to eat, they need to make a living, and they can't stay in the house forever. You're most likely living in poverty. Everyday you have a fear that coils in your stomach and makes you sick...but you have to do it, you have to go out and live. Eventually, the fear gets to be too much and you plan to leave, go to a better place. Most likely, there's complications on getting out. You're separated from a family member, and you're left wondering, worrying. You try to make the other family members feel better by being strong, but it's so hard. Everyday, you want to give up, but maybe the next day things could change, get better, so you don't give up, you never give up. You move somewhere else, and it's better, but not by much. People see you as a terrorist, even though you'll never be a part of it. But just because of where you're from, they see you as an evil being. The color of your skin, the accent, it's secondary to where you're from. If it isn't where you're from, it's something else they don't like about you. There's always the excuse. You wonder what you did to them. Suspicious eyes follow you wherever you go, you're never left alone. Threats, jokes, degredation, you traded fear and dying for this. Was it worth it?
    Judging a person based on where they're from is stupid, it's like saying that because someone is from Minneapolis, they're probably in a gang, or that I went to school in a small town, I'm ignorant. Saying that they shouldn't be here is also stupid. They're trying to live a better life than what they were. Is that so wrong? If you had the choice, what decision would you make? What people often forget to do is put themselves in someone else's shoes.


    When I talk about this, I also start thinking about racism and how pointless that is. If you were to look at a drop of blood on the floor, you wouldn't be able to tell if the person is black, white, green, pink. I mean, it's blood, bones, muscle, skin. It's not the color of skin that's what matters, it's the person. Now, I'm definately not saying that only white people are racist, because that would be a stupid statement to make. Everyone's racist, the color of skin doesn't matter. A lot of black people are probably more racist than white people. They can't get over slavery, they still have that mindset. Your family has more to do with it than friends. You see that in American History X. If you've never seen that movie, you really should. Excellent movie, I'd recommend it to anyone. But my point is, people judge people based on everything except the important thing: who they are inside, what kind of person they are. If you don't like someone, fine. But don't make it because of something superficial.

  • I'm getting kinda pissed off at work the last couple days. Especially today...there was work that was held off until later in the day when it should have been done in the morning (not my desicion, btw)....meaning I had to seriously bust ass to get everything done by the time it was time to leave. There was absolutely no reason for that work to be held off until later, none. The work was right there this morning when we got there. I was so pissed, I shouldn't have to work like I did....especially with those circumstances. I can understand busting ass all day cuz the work is there all day, but when you hold something off until the last possible moment...UGH. If I hadn't worked 4 times my normal speed, I wouldn't have gotten done. With 2 more people helping me out the last 45 minutes, we still got done with only 5 minutes to spare. That's not right. It was just a bad day today....but wtfe.

  • I got dehydrated today. I got light headed and didn't have any center of balance, I almost fell over a few times. I had all my weight on my right foot, and I shifted weight, which I do all the time, but I couldn't handle it. My foot buckled under me and I crumpled to the floor, literally. I didn't pass out or anything, I just collapsed. I was ok after kneeling for a minute. I've never done that before, and I've never fainted. And the funny thing is, I drank more water today than I ever have in one day in my life. I refilled my water bottle 4 times, but I guess that wasn't enough. I guess it didn't help that there was no air flow where I was today and I was sweating really bad even though I was hardly doing anything. You'd think breaking down boxes wouldn't be so exhausting, but I guess it is.

  • I've never ever told anyone, ever, what I'm going to say right now. Please don't ask me why I haven't, I'm not entirely sure.....
    When I was in 4th grade (I think it was 4th grade, I'm not sure), there was this male teacher, my teacher. This one day, there were 4 people in the room, I don't remember where everyone else was, but it was me, the teacher, and two other girls. He called them "my special girls". I was finishing some homework, while the teacher was standing at the podium, a girl on each side. I didn't wanna do my homework, so the teacher told me to do my homework, and I said no, I don't want to. He said, "If you don't do your homework, I'll come over and nibble on your ear." I got scared, my heart started beating really fast. So I opened my book and started working again. He must have seen the expression on my face and knew I was scared, because he walked across the room to me. He stood behind me, put his hands on my shoulders, bent his head, and got within a hair from my ear and said "nibble nibble nibble", then switched ears, and did the same thing. I remember feeling so small, and I wanted to get smaller, I wanted to shrink until I was nothing, I didn't want to be there at that moment, I wished I had never closed my book, I wished I had never been in his class. That's where the memory of what happened ends. I don't remember if he did anything or said anything else to me. I don't remember how long after this happened that he was no longer our teacher. A woman had replaced him, and one of my friends told me that he wouldn't be coming back. I asked why, she said because he'd molested two girls. I was too young, I didn't know what that really meant. My dad asked me one day if the teacher had ever touched me. I said no. He asked me if I was sure. I thought, well he didn't really touch me, all he touched was my shoulders, and he didn't really nibble on my ears. I told him I was sure. The subject never came up again. I don't know why I rationalized, I don't know why I didn't tell the truth.
    I guess the reason I've never told anyone this is because I felt responsible for what happened, what he did. I stopped doing my homework, so it was my fault. It was my punishment. I've felt that people will judge me and hate me. I asked for it, it's all my fault, I'm to blame.
    I'm only saying something now because child molesters have been in the news now more than ever before and they were talking about it on the KQ morning show this morning, one specific case, but I don't remember what it was, and it made me remember. I haven't remembered that memory in years.
    So I have a question: What's the line? Where's the line drawn? Was what happened to me molestation, or was it just getting too close? Is sexual harrasment towards a young girl considered molestation?


     


     


    *EDIT*


    crying we put out our lights and sigh
    all the losses in the world couldn't prepare us for this
    when she gave up on life
    it was a devastating blow
    confused we run, not knowing which direction we're facing
    north, south, east, west
    and it all ends there

  • So yesterday I got off work early, that was great. Today we went to the outlit mall and went shopping. I was miserable cuz it was sticky hot and icky. Then we get home and my mom called, saying she was at Valleyfair, so we went on a last minute trip to Valleyfair. And after 5, the price was cut in half, so that was cool. We went on the Wild Thing 4 times, Steel Venom twice, and Power Tower once. Ashley wanted to go on the Rip Tide, but I didn't have a suit on and I was wearing a white shirt, so that wouldn't have worked.....


    So ya, we had a pretty good time, until I had to see my mother. She was drunk. The most embarressing person to be with, ever. Yelling in a public place, omfg. And it's almost her birthday, omg......

  • cutting


    scars


    i gotta make them small enough so i can lie......the box attacked me


     


    someone told my boss to screw off today. it was great.

  • cut


    anxiety grips me as i start to lose control
    stop breathing, it'll all go away
    depression settles in and i panic
    get out the blade
    fear holds me back
    i can't let anyone know how much pain i feel
    adreniline kicks in
    the blade hovers over skin
    close my eyes, feel the excitement
    open them and lower steel
    drag along, bright red follows
    bubbling to the surface, mixing with air
    watching in fascination
    morbid curiousity as it washes away the pain
    washes away the guilt, the shame
    when it's over i sit and stare
    in a daze, in a trance
    feeling better for the moment
    i can hardly take it anymore
    wishing i could end it all right now
    the fear is too great
    i put away the blade and cry
    hugging myself, rocking back and forth
    why can't i stop this?


                                                     


    i didn't make any of these.

  • I don't know how to describe how I feel. I'm tired of trying. Trying isn't getting me anywhere, no results from this whole trying thing. I haven't complained about anything regarding myself, I haven't said anything negative about myself. I guess no one notices that I'm trying. Today I said the first negative thing about myself in a really long time, and no one said, "oh, you haven't said that in a long time." Fuckin a what the fuck do I have to do? I felt empty, not myself. I feel like no one really cares if I hate myself, everyone just says I shouldn't talk that way cuz they're sick of hearing me say it and they want me to shut the fuck up. No one cares about me. They could give a shit less. I just wanna curl up and die. I don't wanna directly kill myself, I wanna let myself suffer because that's what a piece of shit like me deserves. Maybe I'll starve myself to death, or maybe start doing drugs....one day I'll OD and die, maybe I'll get drunk and jump off a cliff, cuz I'm too chicken shit to do it sober. FUCK IT.

  • So Friday night I went over to Jen's house, and we went to her neighbor's house and drank. I got kinda drunk, but I was alright. I spent the night at her house, didn't go to sleep until about 1:30 or so. Then yesterday me, my dad, and Melissa went to the Taste of MN. Everything was going good until my dad drank too much. He's such an asshole when he drinks too much. I wished they hadn't started drinking, but I didn't say anything cuz I knew my dad would've drank anyway. He thinks he can control himself, but he can't. He always says that he doesn't drink by himself, he only drinks with other people. Ya, but you have to know how to control yourself. He doesn't know when to stop, he doesn't know boundries when he's drinking. Besides, once an alcoholic, always an alcoholic. We saw 2 people play at the KQ (92 KQRS, our classic rock station) mainstage. Some Wyatt guy or something, I don't remember his name, then the headliner was Dennis something or other from Styx, hence my sudden switch to classic rock..... I got a henna tattoo, a bracelet on my wrist. Melissa got the same one. After the concerts, me and Melissa agreed that my dad was too drunk to stay, so we coaxed him into leaving Harriet Island, and on the trolley on the way back to the parking ramp, there was this woman who got scared of my dad....I'm not sure why. Then we went Perkins because everyone was starving and had to pee really bad and my dad needed some food in him to absorb the alcohol, although he didn't think so. I was so pissed at him, omg. And he kept trying to touch Melissa, even though she's with someone else, and all the time I kept thinking he was such a fucking loser. The poor watress at Perkins probably thought he was the biggest jerk. And I said, I would never be a waitress and my dad asked me why, and I said I'd hate to have to deal with people like him....he gave me a dirty look, but I was telling the truth.....


    Anyway, I hate my dad right now.......