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Media Throw Up in the Mouth [09 Jan 2008|10:22pm]
A) O'Reilly KNEW what Glick's position was, otherwise he wouldn't have had a reason to have him on the show. Glick wouldn't have stuck out as a worthy interviewee to present if he wasn't radical in a way to justify O'Reilly's opinions. O'Reilly knew exactly what Glick would say and was probably preparing some rant meriting nothing more than a shock value before Jeremy even arrived at the set. Similarily with Donahue's interview, he seems to invite people on his show who have opinions differing to his own, takes exception to them and spends the entire INTERVIEW slamming them down unceremoniously. Why the hell it isn't called a debate forum is beyond me.

B) Never...EVER...have the audacity to invite someone to be interviewed and then tell them to 'shut up'. Such crudeness is enough to have the most common journalist fired, and I really do not know why O'Reilly is permitted to turn his show into a presentation of shock value, if it wasn't for the fact that is seems to have a lot of viewers.

C) Jeremy's father passed away. I doubt (though I could be wrong, but I do not think that is likely in this example) that O'Reilly knew Jeremy's father in such a way that allows him to presume what Glick would approve and disapprove where it concerns Jeremy's actions and opinions. I personally find that comment of his hilarious and very enraging because in an interview with Donahue, Donahue asks O'Reilly if he'd send any of his children to Iraq to fight. (Donahue is discrediting the war. Three guesses as to what O'Reilly's position is). O'Reilly takes it very personally and in the only way he knows how, which is loud and obnoxious, declares that his nephew had recently enlisted in the reserves, that he is proud and tells Donahue not to discredit his patronage, or something along those lines. So when O'Reilly takes exception to people making assumptions as to the ambitions and reasoning of his own family, where the hell does he get off on telling Jeremy that his father would not be proud of what he was doing. What IS that? It's disgusting, that's what it is.

If he wants to defend Bush's actions, that is perfectly within his right. When he is on national television and makes a spectable of Bush's policies by being crude, unprofessional and all around inadequate as a political debater, that is more than enough grounds to be dismissed. Permanently.

Glick vs. O'Reilly


Donahue vs. O'Reilly
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Okay. I get it. [04 Dec 2007|11:03pm]
Alright people. I get it. Not everyone 'likes' politics. And that's fine. I know I hate it half the time and I'm going into debt to study it. But Jesus, people....

I once had someone tell me.."What..you're not one of those people who thinks politics is everywhere right?"

I guess I am. Political trade agreements ONLY justs determines the quality of the food you stuff into your mouth. Politics determines whether you KNOW if your food is genetically altered. Collective interest keeps it seperated from organic food. NAFTA...policy and all that crap. So yes. I kinda am.

And for those people who thinks it doesn't affect them, I'd kindly encourage them to look the hell around. Honest to Christ...

I know I sound like one of those creepy, keen pro-politics students. I've seen them. I stay away from them myself. But I am SO sick and tired of people complaining and then doing nothing. 'Well what can I do?' they ask... 'I can't do anything'.

No. The FRENCH PEASANTS couldn't 'do anything'. And look what they freaking did. Only beheaded their freaking monarch. But hey..if you're frustrated with your own life and you have no money or education, I guess you can't really do anything. Even though a bunch of bread makers and sheep herders are in the history books.

I know. I know I'm a bitchy person for looking into this stuff. Excuse me for being interested in the why's and how's of MASS MANIPULATION. I know I won't have that dream job, if any time soon. I know I"ll most likely (hopefully if I get a job) be stuck in some office in Parliament or a government building or being some M.P.'s coffee bitch. I know I'll end up agreeing to things I despise and hold money higher than collective good and that I'll probably grow old in some suburb. I know. You don't think that pisses me off? It does.

But at least I ask questions. It's worthless waste of citizen space like you that allows a society to rot from the inside out. You dont' want to contribute..get the fuck out of the country.

Contribution doesn't mean a 'life in politics', nor does it involve reading anything political. Ever. But just having the common sense to ASK QUESTIONS would be nice. Illegal immigrants ask questions and march in the streets to excercise a right of protest THEY DON'T HAVE here. But if YOU don't like anything, you sit on your ass and do jack shit.



I don't even know where that came from. I'm not going to re-read this because there's probably no point to be made.


SeeingEyeCrow: No, I don't have an interest in politics. But I don't think any less of you for being all into it. I just don't say much because I don't know what to say about it. Giving advice to you on politics would be like you giving advice to me on pokemon. I just wish you wouldn't get so pissed at me when I don't say the right thing.
SeeingEyeCrow: brb
alchemistcore: Oh frig off. It's not about you not saying the right thing. It's like.about you not saying anything...at all.
alchemistcore: It would be a less waste of time if you just outright tell me then I wouldn't waste my time explaining concerns or running essay arguments by you.



Inactivity is like a pile of dirty clothes. You leave it around long enough, it fucking stinks and people trip over it. -_-
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Nice.. [22 May 2007|07:32pm]
[ mood | calm ]

Nice..little quite space.

It's been quite a while. To those of you who still read this, I hope you're all well even though I haven't spoken to some of you in ages. Hope everything is going okay.

Things have been eventful here. The three things mostly on my mind lately have been school, money and the legal system. All are inter-related. Family is a given. Some of whom I love and a certain small small minority I haven't spoken to in months and never want to speak to again.

Work. The big company that has bought our small store is playing games. I come in last minute to help them...but because they don't want to give out too many hours, they dock an hour off my next shift. Well excuse me for coming in on my day off to help.

So I have a job interview tomorrow to pick up more shifts, since I barely work at the other place as it is.

It's been stressful because I've never dealt with these kinds of issues before. I won't lie - it's been a tad scary when things were really uncertain. Only talking bits and pieces about it to people, because..well. I don't feel like having people know all of it. Simple as that. Private is private.

School is fun. Fun fun. If it wasn't for school, I'm not sure what I would do or how I would have handled the past year. Thank GOD. Yeah, it's stressful too but it's healthy, good stress that makes me try harder and succeed. So it's alright in the end.

That's all I have to say for now, considering I don't think anyone really reads LiveJournal anymore. To those of you who still do, let me know. :P

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Strange night.. [25 Nov 2006|01:52am]
Well tonight was a strange evening but I was grateful to have an ally with me.

Eppiphane was spectacular by the way.

First, a strange bald man tried to make small talk with me, and when he asked me, in an attitude way, why I was listening to this other band if I didn't know the name to which I quickly replied that they sound nice...with an edge of impatience...he stopped talking. But remained standing right behind me. Had I sat all the way on my bloody stool I would have been practically leaning up against him. Thankfully, Lucy and I were conveniently nearly done our drinks and we left.

When the bands were done, the bouncers were literally HERDING people out of the place...at 11:30 at night...11:30!!

One approaches my aunt, cousin, mom and Lucy..and I..saying if we're under 19, we need to go. My mom laughs and says..You're telling ME this? He nods to us, and I ..inform the poor lad that everyone in this group are at least 19 years of age. THEN he states that really..we need a backstage bracelet...to stand...on the spectator floor...at this point. We said we were waiting for the girl's at Eppiphanes merchandise table to pack up.. He still maintains his stance. I quickly tell him that we're NOT leaving my underage sister there by herself. He nodded and said we can "work something out..."...Yeah..sure.

Anywho...Yeah, Lucy has a stalker! Lucy, if you're reading this I'm sorry but I have to type it. Let's put it this way. Lucy told me that she saw this guy there, this guy from college who had this weird thing about her. I didn't know who he looked like, until I saw him walk to the top of the staircase to stare down at us near the door. I could see him, Lucy had her back to the door and when I saw him, his posture..just..him... I KNEW that was the guy. He was like some shark..and the first thing that flew out of my mouth was..SHIT. After standing at the top of the stairs like a crazed lemur, deciding whether to pounce or not, he went back into the main room. He came back..twice afterwards but never came downstairs to us. Thank god.

Anywho..yeah...I'm thinking I'll stay home for a while. People kind of make me nervous now.
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Random facts about Kelly-Anne [23 Nov 2006|09:49pm]
Kelly-Anne can divide by zero.

He who disagrees with Kelly-Anne in private, call her a fool. she who disagrees with Kelly-Anne in public, call her an ambulance.

On her birthday, Kelly-Anne randomly selects one lucky child to be thrown into the sun.

The Greek pronunciation of Kelly-Anne is Zeus.

23. That's the number of people Kelly-Anne has made her bitch in the time it has taken you to read this sentence.

Kelly-Anne once beat Super Mario Bros without even touching his Nintendo controller she just yelled at her TV in between bites of his "Filet of Child" sandwich, and the game beat itself out of fear.

Kelly-Anne is currently suing NBC, claiming Law and Order are trademarked names for her left and right legs.

Kelly-Anne is the reason why Waldo is hiding.

The chief export of Kelly-Anne is pain.
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[03 Oct 2006|06:37pm]
[ mood | cold ]

Well the visit came and went. For once I was the one sitting quietly and I just watched them all. I think it's pretty safe to say, and damn well obvious that we lost him. At least with this conclusion, I finally know what's been going on.

I jumped in the river and what did I see?
Black-eyed angels swam with me
A moon full of stars and astral cars
All the things I used to see
All my lovers were there with me
All my past and futures
And we all went to heaven in a little row boat
There was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt

I jumped into the river
Black-eyed angels swam with me
A moon full of stars and astral cars
And all the things I used to see
All my lovers were there with me
All my past and futures
And we all went to heaven in a little row boat
There was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt

There was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt
There was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt

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19 years of tomfoolery [01 Oct 2006|10:50pm]
[ mood | curious ]

My uncle, who works at the funeral home, had to get rid of these large flowers that were left over from a wake. They usually end up giving them to a retirement home or something, but as a joke he dropped them off to my house to bug my mom. Well we found out who they were for, since the card fell out when my mom moved them.

They were for the young man who was stabbed in the stomach in the back of an OC Transpo bus and who died last week. On the bus.

Welcome to my family. o.0..Ha?

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Hmm..mmm [16 Sep 2006|08:37pm]
"Let's hear it. The robe you're wearing gives you the right to say whatever you want to say. Let's hear it."
-Galileo in Bertrolt Brecht's "Galileo", Scene 7.

"We must be silent from the highest of motives; the inward peace of less fortunate souls."
-Little Monk....same play. Scene 7.

"We might live to see the day, Federzoni, when we don't have to whisper that two and two are four." ..teehee. The G Man..

"June 22, 1633: dawn of the age of reason." Scene 12.

"Better stained than empty." Scene 13.
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Helloooooo [12 Sep 2006|11:12am]
Every so often, I go through these phases where I'm all about the junkfood for a couple of weeks..and then for like...a month, I'm all about the healthy food. Just last night, Jaclyn, mom and I had birthday sushi for Jaclyn's special day. (She is 16...and hilaaarious). So basically, for the past two weeks, all I've been eating is muffins, and fruit...mostly apples and peaches..and all I'm drinking is water. I have like..3 water bottles laying around... I should fill them up and place them around my house so I never find myself dehydrated. Like behind the couch, on the bathroom sink etc.

My bird is good. I have named him Maddoxx...with two x's. Spell it with one and I'll throw something at you. But Max for short..with one x. Get it straight. :P

Alright, my rant blurb. I've talked this over with my mom so I'm not retyping it all. But basically, CNN's broadcast of their repots from Sept. 11 2001 was crude, distasteful and disgusting. Did they do that for the Oklahoma bombings? For Katrina? Replaying people dieing for the sake of remembrance is a crock of bull. As terrible as it was, people have to move on. Not forget...but move on.

Also, Rosie suggested to let a dog lick your baby's diaper rash because of the antiseptic properties. She says a doctor told her this.

And Barbara Walters is very graceful in her discussions. She reminds me of a really sensible grandmother. And I'm getting weird. but ...Barb? Way to be.

I think that's it. I have Tuesday's off from school because I had to drop a course I didn't need and hated anyways. The prof. wanted us to write summaries of 2-3 pages of every article we have to read to prove that we've read it, because...and I quote.."I'm sick of being the only one prepared for class". Yeah.. Definetely have time to write about the stuff I bust my ass to read. NOT

I'm gonna get some more water.
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Salvation [07 Sep 2006|07:54pm]
[ mood | cheerful ]

Well some things change on campus, and some things unfortunately do not.

Today, at the cross walk of Laurier Ave, on a busy and (I dare say) tense first day of class, these clowns decided it would be a good idea to scream.

These people stood on the corner and with a sign, while one of them started screaming 'offers' of salvation to those poor souls unlucky enough to be stuck standing at the curb, waiting for the cross-walk light to change.

First of all, to be opinionated and basically tell people on a city street that they are wrong about their spiritual beliefs, but to stand there screaming? AND...on top of that, use a couple of Muslim girls standing there, minding their own business as an example of oppressive religions is rediculous.

Secondly, I wouldn't even be listening to a prof if they were screaming at me, so what makes you think I'll stop what I'm doing, and stand there to watch you scream your nonsense. Really. Some people just lack professionalism. Because that's what it comes down to.

To be taken seriously, either on the street or in a classroom, or anywhere else for that matter, you must show a degree of professionalism. Just last year, during one week of considerable significance to the Muslim religion (I honestly can't remember which..) Muslim students from the Student Federation set up information booths and tables with impressive displays and pamphlets upon books, upon more pamphlets with information about their religion. They didn't stand there screaming, but they stood there, welcoming and spoke to you like you were a human being and not some unworthy heathen who's going to have a shitty afterlife anyways. They listened to your questions, and answered them as best as they could but in no way did they claim to be 100% about everything. Why can't people just be like that? That would be something I'd gravitate to. Someone who doesn't scream at me to make a point, because then I for one would start tuning them out.

That's another thing.. It is another logical assumption to think that the woman on the corner screamed because she felt she had to grab people's attention, but I think she was forgetting where exactly she was. She was on Laurier, across the street from a major construction site with loud machinery, down the street from the busiest fire station in Ottawa who's drivers enjoy using the air horn a little too much (:P) and trying to get a word in while students rushed past them in consistently congested groups on the first day of class. We're already tuning out the downtown racket and chaos, so what makes you think we'd hear you anyways?

Morons.

Find a table, make a poster and stop being so god damn obnoxious...

I think that's it for now. Tra-la

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[03 Sep 2006|11:03am]
Raziel
Archangel Raziel is the Angel of mystery, mystery, and more mystery. Luckily, he is willing to share his secrets with mankind whom he brings the gift of wisdom and knowledge. He inspires us to learn from our experiences as we go through the different stages of our lives, and to work to improve our understanding at all times.

Raziel offers special support to those who seek to learn, and encourages us to ask questions so that we may illuminate our mind and spirit and come to know the truth about the wonders of life. He is a magnificent teacher who helps us grasp complex matters with ease. At the same time, he guards knowledge from those that are not ready to receive it; there is a time for everything, and disturbing the order by rushing and forcing things against their natural flow has seldom done anyone good. That’s why Raziel also teaches us to study with “more haste, less speed.”

Raziel the personification of divine wisdom and the Patron Angel of those who wish to understand esoteric material, engage in alchemy or manifestation, or just going through an especially tough time filled with sleepless nights of studying. Also, Raziel presents us with the ability to unlock our subconscious knowledge and memories through meditation and hypnosis.

A Bit of Trivia:

Raziel is officially known as the Chief of the Supreme Mysteries. He is the legendary author of "The Book of the Archangel Raziel", wherein all celestial and earthly knowledge is set down, which was said to be given to Adam so he may learn all there is to know about life and the secrets of the universe. Raziel appears quite tall and has large sky-blue wings. He is the ruler of the planet Neptune.

Jophiel - Michael - Israfel - Raziel - Ariel - Uriel - Gabriel - Raphael - Zadkiel - Jeremiel




Link: The Angel Test written by Nitsuki on Ok Cupid
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Act 2 [27 Aug 2006|11:43am]
[ mood | excited ]

After a whole summer of consideration, I've decided to change my major. I currently am studying Sociology as my major with Political Science as my minor. I find Sociology too broad and too useless...to be honest. I looked at the courses I'll have to take in the next few years, and I know that I'll tolerate them since school isn't always 'fun', but I want to study something without just tolerating it for four years. I want to travel, and I as much as I love the diversity I have in Canada, I still find it too 'North American'. I want to see things at their source and actually 'do' things without doing them from behind a desk. There's so many opportunities with a career in this field without having to sit in Parliament for 50 years, listening to banter between grown people who still shout out like children in the House of Commons...as well as banging their hands on the tables. :P Yes children..one person at a time.

WhatI'm really worried about is that I might get a career with politicians and people I can't stand, so I'm not doing this to get a seat in Parliament...however that would definetely be a neat experience. I just want to get out..side.. Yeah. So..here's hoping I can do this program change as smoothly as possible before school stars. School stars in two weeks. I'm still not 100% sure with this but it seems more..right than Sociology.

So yeah...here goes. Are you all ready? I'm kinda ready. My bird might give me company though. Sadly, he is still nameless but enjoys perching in the weird plant thing my mom has that doesn't seem to ever die. Don't water for a while? No problem... Water it with hot water? Yeah it'll go into shock..but then come back.

So...anyways. Even though I'm not doing anything medical with my studies, my job at the pharmacy as well as my experience in a hospital will always leave a lasting impression on me. Those things are very important, and it's always a thrill to be working in that field. You're constantly learning, and constantly improving your preformance. As well, you're helping people, people who sometimes get lost in the shuffle of medical 'politics'. Maybe I can somehow use that in my career. Maybe. Sounds fun. Still a little scared, but it's a good scared I think.

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Club Soda [15 Aug 2006|09:16pm]
[ mood | accomplished ]

"Allow me to be frank at the commencement. You will not like me. The gentlemen will be envious and the ladies will be repelled. You will not like me now and you will like me a good deal less as we go on. Ladies, an announcement: I am up for it, all the time. That is not a boast or an opinion, it is bone hard medical fact. I put it round you know. And you will watch me putting it round and sigh for it. Don't. It is a deal of trouble for you and you are better off watching and drawing your conclusions from a distance than you would be if I got my tarse up your petticoats. Gentlemen. Do not despair, I am up for that as well. And the same warning applies. Still your cheesy erections till I have had my say. But later when you shag - and later you will shag, I shall expect it of you and I will know if you have let me down - I wish you to shag with my homuncular image rattling in your gonads. Feel how it was for me, how it is for me and ponder. 'Was that shudder the same shudder he sensed? Did he know something more profound? Or is there some wall of wretchedness that we all batter with our heads at that shining, livelong moment. That is it. That is my prologue, nothing in rhyme, no protestations of modesty, you were not expecting that I hope. I am John Wilmot, Second Earl of Rochester and I do not want you to like me. "- Johnny Depp as John Wilmot in The Libertine

Just thought that was interesting.

Oh yes, for those who do not know, I now love club soda.

After we had my dog put down, which was probably the hardest thing I've ever witnessed, considering she was staring at me the whole car ride to the vet, I decided to find companionship in budgies. Yogi was awesome. I say was because he died and no, don't laugh. Despite me having taken excellent care for him for 3 weeks, he died...very strangely. I suspect he was assassinated. He was perfectly fine at 2 am, flying around, even though he had his wings clipped so you know he had to be strong to be able to pull it off. 8 am? My yoga preforming bird has died. I went to another shop, and got another one, but he's 5 months old while Yogi was just 6 weeks. This one already has bad habits. For example, the bird tank at the store was placed up at eye level, and as a result, this bird has the very bad habit of automatically flying up high for safety. It is for this reason I abandoned my wish of having the cage suspended on the ceiling but on the bottom shelf of my book case, but he still flies up. That, among other habits are present and if he doesn't change at all I will have to return him, and wait for a new batch of young young budgies to arrive.

Dad's being a jerk. I can't believe what a jerk he is. His girlfriend/supposed wife to be isn't helping. Although she only voiced her biased, one-sided opinion during Father's Day to the point where Jaclyn cried and mom wanted to slap them both, she has said nothing. And for that I'm quite happy. I think it was because I was so shocked that suddenly Jaclyn and I were being judgemental because we have standards, morals and boundaries for our personal safety to uphold. Ok, I digress. She hasn't said anything since, and I really have nothing left to say to her.

Since my family owned pharmacy job has been bought by another larger company, I've had to be re-interviewed to keep my job. As of today I know I have it, plus I have a bit of a raise which is nice. But it's sad. I'm unionized, I don't care for the 3 people team (how many people does it take to interview one worker? apparently 3) who are still there setting things up and who are constantly in my way in the dispensary. But this is better. This company could have just said 'screw you', built their own pharmacy and run us into the ground, so really it's an honor they wanted to buy this one. We're getting touch screen systems, even though I have just finished learning how to operate the DOS based program 'Kroll'.

My time and brain energy for really descriptive roleplay has nearly diminished this summer, even though I had planned to get a jump on it after being busy with school for so long. I feel like I wasted it, but then again, my roleplay would have been crap. It sounds pretty emo but with what's been happening and realizing that yes...I do have to protect myself and Jaclyn from people we thought we could trust...I feel mostly drained and I cry more than I used to. But really, I hope to try to get back into it, to ANH if I can during classes, even if it is only on message boards.

But things are good. I have enough to pay for my year, I'm starting classes for my political science minor, and my buddy Alex is in my Poli Sci 1000 class with me, so that should be cool. My scottish history and modern gaelic class looks fun too. Everything is established alright...so far. I still haven't cut down on the coffee though. Drama just has a way of running you down, and it's not even my drama. haha.

I think that's it for now for my rushed and much delayed update. Here's to club soda and raises.

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My real room is painted lime green... [20 Jul 2006|08:54pm]
[ mood | blah ]

What Your Soul Really Looks Like

You are a wanderer. You constantly long for a new adventure, challenge, or eve a completely different life.

You are a grounded person, but you also leave room for imagination and dreams. You feet may be on the ground, but you're head is in the clouds.

You believe that people see you for how you are, not how you look. But deep down, you know that's not exactly true.

Your near future is still unknown, and a little scary. You'll get through wild times - and you'll textually enjoy it.

For you, love is all about caring and comfort. You couldn't fall in love with someone you didn't trust.
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A month [20 Jul 2006|08:41pm]
[ mood | lonely ]

"When I'm Gone"

[Introduction]
Yeah...
It's my life...
My own words I guess...

[Verse 1]
Have you ever loved someone so much, you'd give an arm for?
Not the expression, no, literally give an arm for?
When they know they're your heart
And you know you were their armour
And you will destroy anyone who would try to harm 'her
But what happens when karma, turns right around and bites you?
And everything you stand for, turns on you, despite you?
What happens when you become the main source of her pain?
"Daddy look what I made", Dad's gotta go catch a plane
"Daddy where's Mommy? I can't find Mommy where is she?"
I don't know go play Hailie, baby, your Daddy's busy
Daddy's writing a song, this song ain't gonna write itself
I'll give you one underdog then you gotta swing by yourself
Then turn right around in that song and tell her you love her
And put hands on her mother, who's a spitting image of her
That's Slim Shady, yeah baby, Slim Shady's crazy
Shady made me, but tonight Shady's rocka-by-baby...

[Chorus]
And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn
Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice
Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling
And I didn't feel a thing, So baby don't feel no pain
Just smile back
And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn
Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice
Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling
And I didn't feel a thing, So baby don't feel no pain
Just smile back...

[Verse 2]
I keep having this dream, I'm pushin' Hailie on the swing
She keeps screaming, she don't want me to sing
"You're making Mommy cry, why? Why is Mommy crying?"
Baby, Daddy ain't leaving no more, "Daddy you're lying
"You always say that, you always say this is the last time
"But you ain't leaving no more, Daddy you're mine"
She's piling boxes in front of the door trying to block it
"Daddy please, Daddy don't leave, Daddy - no stop it!"
Goes in her pocket, pulls out a tiny necklace locket
It's got a picture, "this'll keep you safe Daddy, take it withcha'"
I look up, it's just me standing in the mirror
These fuckin' walls must be talking, cuz man I can hear 'em
They're saying "You've got one more chance to do right" - and it's tonight
Now go out there and show that you love 'em before it's too late
And just as I go to walk out of my bedroom door
It's turns to a stage, they're gone, and this spotlight is on
And I'm singing...

[Chorus]
And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn
Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice
Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling
And I didn't feel a thing, So baby don't feel no pain
Just smile back
And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn
Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice
Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling
And I didn't feel a thing, So baby don't feel no pain
Just smile back...

[Verse 3]
Sixty thousand people, all jumping out their seat
The curtain closes, they're throwing roses at my feet
I take a bow and thank you all for coming out
They're screaming so loud, I take one last look at the crowd
I glance down, I don't believe what I'm seeing
"Daddy it's me, help Mommy, her wrists are bleeding,"
But baby we're in Sweden, how did you get to Sweden?
"I followed you Daddy, you told me that you weren't leavin'
"You lied to me Dad, and now you make Mommy sad
"And I bought you this coin, it says 'Number One Dad'
"That's all I wanted, I just want to give you this coin
"I get the point - fine, me and Mommy are going"
But baby wait, "it's too late Dad, you made the choice
"Now go out there and show 'em that you love 'em more than us"
That's what they want, they want you Marshall, they keep.. screamin' your name
It's no wonder you can't go to sleep, just take another pill
Yeah, I bet you you will. You rap about it, yeah, word, k-keep it real
I hear applause, all this time I couldn't see
How could it be, that the curtain is closing on me
I turn around, find a gun on the ground, cock it
Put it to my brain and scream "die Shady" and pop it
The sky darkens, my life flashes, the plane that I was supposed to be on crashes and burns to ashes
That's when I wake up, alarm clock's ringin', there's birds singin'
It's Spring and Hailie's outside swinging, I walk right up to Kim and kiss her
Tell her I miss her, Hailie just smiles and winks at her little sister
Almost as if to say..

[Chorus/Outro]
And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn
Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice
Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling
And I didn't feel a thing, So baby don't feel no pain
Just smile back
And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn
Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice
Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling
And I didn't feel a thing, So baby don't feel no pain
Just smile back...

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...in moderation... [26 Jun 2006|11:30pm]
[ mood | content ]

I love junk food...maybe just a little too much. But I love it. Its taste, the fact that it is made of things I can't pronounce. It's both enraging and exciting. There is nothing wrong with junk food...

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Can you help me? [09 Jun 2006|10:15am]
[ mood | ecstatic ]

Well when people call my work and call for a refill, I ask them for the 6 digit RX number. It is the number representing that specific refill and when typed in instead of having to type in their name and search their profile, it makes refilling their perscription a lot easier. When someone doesn't have that number,like if they don't have the bottle with them, or accidentally threw it out, they can give me the name of the drug, since most people in our system are on more than one at a time.


BUT....

WHEN PEOPLE DON'T KNOW THE NAME OF THE DRUG THEY PAY FOR AND TAKE RELIGIOUSLY INTO THEIR BODIES....
...That gets under my skin.

For the love of God folks. Should it not be your responsibility as a drug plan paying sick individual to know the name of the drug keep your blood pressure low or stopping inflammation around your spinal disks? Hmmm?

Sometimes I'll go through their list of drugs, and sometimes a name will ring a bell.

Salbutomal? "What's that?"..."Your ventolin inhaler..."..."No...."
"Celebrex?" "What's that?"...."You're anti-inflammatory..." "...No..."
"Sertraline?"..."What's that?"....The thing that keeps you from getting depressed enough to KILL yourself..."Anti-Depressant, ma'am..."..."Oh yes..that's it!!"

Good lord. See, if they don't know it, then it's an unwritten rule that we should just 'know' what they're talking about on the phone. AND SOME shits gets impatient when you don't.

I wish I had my boss's patience..then I wouldn't be ranting here.


"When I'm in here, it's means that I'm working and means that you DON'T come in.." Random Shining quote...ha.

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Mungune... [05 Jun 2006|11:40pm]
[ mood | sleepy ]

Well it's been a while. I surprisingly don't have a lot to say. Other than impatient customers wanting their narcotic medications can be...interesting people to converse with.

On another note...woot for Ryan for updating his journal! Yes, you deserve a woot.

The same people still annoy me and I still love the same people; nothing has changed there.

Work keeps me busy, and I'm starting to find my daily routines dull so I am on the hunt for a decent kickboxing package at some..place..somewhere. Called dojos right? ..Whatever.

Driving is still nerve-wracking. It's like there's so many little things to be careful for because the school I picked is anal for a lot of things. It's like life. You'll never be right 100% of the time. About everything. So don't even try. Just try not to crash. :P

I am looking forward to (one possibly) useless course next year; Scottish History and Gaelic. Soon I'll be rolling r's and making throat sounds to the bagpipes. Haha. I'm not even Scottish! Oh diversity! Merry me.

I have neglected some on-line activities. I'm not the only one to have noticed, and to the possibly only person on my list who cares, I apologize. I meant what I said when I said I would return. But not now. I think this is what others have called "a break".

I drink a lot of starbucks now, since it is..one of the only highlights of my day, aside from working through the last five minutes of my shift.

And if anyone thought that I would conclude my LJ hiatus with something deep, or personal, WRONGO again. I love encoded entries.

Tootaloo
Insane Leader of the Wonderdogs

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Christ. Een. [23 May 2006|11:15pm]






Which Phantom of the Opera Christine are YOU?




You are Jill Schoelen from the 1989 movie -- Funny how you're one of the most historically accurate Christines when it comes to personality...Considering not only are you American, but you're from the FUTURE. Or should we say 1980s...Which is probably why your last name's Day instead of Daae. But you're nice and you're sweet and you miss your father and you love your dashing young nobleman, but you make it clear to him that you don't want to give up the wonderful feelings of your success in the Opera for marriage. And he accepts that. Your Phantom's a little freakier than most, but you don't let it affect you for long. You bawl your eyes out over a bad review, but when you're faced with life or death, heaven or hell, love or music (which are forever!), you jsut rip off his face, stab him, trash his music, and walk back home alone through the streets of New York in complete and cool control of yourself. Too bad he's not QUITE gone for good... Better watch your back! And beware of street musicians playing strangely familiar melodies...
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Historically accurate AND I stabbed him. Yar.
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Mrs. Calls [08 May 2006|08:38pm]
[ mood | drained ]

I know telemarketors piss everyone off.

But when they ask for someone using their first name? That's just strange..

The girl sounded like she could be friends with my 15 year old sister. She asks for Debra, as if she has some casual relationship with the woman (my mom) that she wants to bother.

It is Mrs..so and so (:P) MRS will be giving you commission. MRS will be the sole reason why your boss doesn't fire you for being productive and just plain annoying to talk to.

MRS.... Don't "Debra" me.....

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