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[04 Sep 2006|03:43pm] |
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R.I.P. Steve Irwin, my childhood hero.
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[21 Aug 2006|12:52am] |
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In California, visited my dad's family for two days, visiting mom and brothers right now. Went to Seaworld today and talked to an 80-year-old woman in broken Japanese. Said mostly "wakari-masen" and "jozu jarimasen." Wished that my damn Japanese audio CDs hadn't been stolen. Kind of wish I were at home because my psycho roommate won't be there anymore when I get back! Yeah!
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[11 Aug 2006|05:11pm] |
I hate cars. This week alone...
1. I barely tap some guy's truck with my car as I try to get out of my work's unbearable parking lot for my lunch break. A six-inch, easy to remove dent is all the damage I left. The asshole proceeds to make an hour long deal about it, calling this dent (which could have been fucking removed with a magnet or toilet plunger) a "huge deal." When the cop finally came, he looked at the guy and, irritated, told him that the damage wasn't enough to either vehicle to make a report. I lost 7 bucks because of this asshole. And, because I didn't have my insurance card on me, I have to go to court in a few days to prove that I'm insured.
2. Today I woke up to discover that one of my windows was smashed and about sixty CDs, including my Primsleur Japanese 1 set, and my CD player, was stolen. Luke's keys were also in my car, and were stolen, so hopefully the idiot will come back and try to steal his car and then get fucking caught. I am most irritated about my Primsleur set, because I was on the last fucking lesson and I need to finish it before I get the Japanese 2 set. FUCKING DICKHEADS.
Yeah, when my insurance is up in six months, I'm selling my fucking car. Cars and me just don't work.
And in unrelated news... our landlord found a huge marijuana plant growing in our apartment's yard this morning. Weird!
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[26 Jul 2006|06:30pm] |
I am sad and outraged.
On Monday night, Destiny's body was found in the basement of a building two doors away from her family's. I am incredibly sad that she was killed, and I am disgusted by the murderer, but I am completely outraged because of the police.
She disappeared last Sunday night. On Wednesday, the family approached the police and asked if they would search the abandoned buildings in the area, and most importantly, the abandoned building behind their own home where a twenty-year-old man was illegally living. The police said that they would look, but they never did.
Destiny was killed on Sunday around 5:00 pm, according to the coroner. Her body was found at 7:30 pm.
Basically, the police fucked up because:
1. They took five days to search a building right behind the Norton's home. Even if they did need a warrant, which they didn't since it was not a legally occupied building, why didn't they get one on Wednesday? They didn't have any new information on Sunday when they did get their useless warrant.
2. They lied and told the family and volunteer searchers they searched the house not only once, but FIVE TIMES prior to Sunday. On top of that, they ticketed several family members for trying to break in and search the house themselves.
3. They didn't tell any of the volunteers, who were no more than 150 feet away from the crime scene passing out flyers, that Destiny was found until almost 10:00. That's two and a half hours after they started taking pictures of her corpse.
What completely appalls me is that her murder was preventable. She could have been found ALIVE on Wednesday or Thursday.
Then, on top of that, the police were patting themselves on the back and acting like they still deserved credit, because hey, they did find her corpse.
Fucking pigs. There'd better be in investigation into this.
RIP Destiny
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[17 Jul 2006|07:08pm] |
Amber Norton, a five-year-old girl who lives next door to me, was kidnaped last night around 8:30. We came home from the show we tabled and there were a few cop cars lingering about. This morning when I woke up, the church parking lot across the street was overflowing with police cars and news vans.
She has blonde hair with green streeks in the back, a few missing teeth, and was last seen wearing a black and grey adult-sized t-shirt. So, if you know anything, please call the police. If you live in Utah, watch the news or get a flyer near Trolly Square to see a picture of her.
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[05 Jul 2006|06:21pm] |
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Ahhh, got back from the Rainbow Gathering last night at like 3 AM. It was quite fun. Pictures and explainations of them coming soon.
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[24 Jun 2006|02:14pm] |
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Rainbow Gathering tomorrow! :)
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[16 Jun 2006|09:49am] |
Yeeep, we got the apartment on 5th East. And at the Tragedy show, Necrothrash made about 40 bucks. The guys from All Systems Fail felt bad for us and "donated" some records, and the guy from Tragedy traded us two Profane Existence zines for one of donated records. All and all, it was pretty cool. And I had one of the best vegan sandwiches ever, and I got a 58% discount at Wild Mushroom because I was "one of the merch people." I don't know why it was a "58%" discount, it would make more sense it it were divisible by five.
We're gonna try to table at the IWW benefit on Saturday, but all we really have left are crappy 7"s. We're gonna order some stuff from Profane Existence next, with the forty bucks.
Yeeep. I also got a job washing cars at Enterprise. Everyone there is really cool, and the job is actually quite decent. I'll work there and at Herbs for Health until I can find a good full-time job.
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[11 Jun 2006|01:18am] |
Ahh... I haven't felt like going to the library lately, so I'm using Luke's computer because he's busy playing some stupid video game.
My hair looks awesome and I got a job at Herbs for Health, but I don't want to work there anymore because the people are all insane.
First, you have the people from the Living Cuisine restaurant half of the room... like fucking Omar who yells at people for drinking soda and tells them that "they don't love themselves/he needs to pray for them/he's sad that they're going to die" if they smoke/drink. I brought in a bagel and a carbonated fruit drink into the building and he stared at me as if Satan in drag had just eaten a baby or something.
Then, you have my "supervisor", Ryan, who is a pussyass obsessive compulsive liar who likes talking shit WAY too much. Omar bitches at him a lot because he smokes and doesn't eat right, and the puss can't even stand up to him. Omar may be annoying, but he's a scrawny-ass twentysomething hippie... and one of the most non-intimidating people I've ever met. Then, Ryan will ask me to tell lies for him so that he can go on excessive breaks and make me do work that I shouldn't be doing. When I work with him again, I'll be putting a stop to that, FYI.
Then... the looniest... Bruce, the massage guy. The guy looks normal. Dresses normal. Acts normal... until he starts talking to you. We started talking about numerology the first day that I met him, and he seemed pretty cool. He's one of those people who is sincerely nice and takes a genuine interest in talking to you, which I like a lot about him. While I was reading some numerology stuff that he gave me, I kinda overheard something about his religious beliefs that he was saying to this girl. He mentioned... aliens. So I figured, "fuck, the guy's a Scientologist." I WISH he were only a Scientologist. I asked him what he was talking about, (DAMN MY CURIOSITY), and he proceeded to "enlighten me." Basically, from what I gathered, his beliefs are a combination of National Socialism, Hinduism, and fucking flying saucers.
According to Bruce, "alien/reptile regenade DNA scientists" from some other fucking star system crash-landed here thousands of years ago, fucked with our DNA, and began breeding with us and trying to slowly control us. It got to the point where if he had changed the word "alien-reptiles" to "Jew," he would have sounded like a Nazi.... who believed in reincarnation. Oh yeah, and the reason we can't find Big Foot? "He's subterranean! And he's a shapeshifter!" Bruce talked to me for about two hours about his beliefs... eventually I just started pretending that it was a sci-fi book reading, and it became entertaining.
Really, his beliefs are quite hilarious. I wish that I had come up with it, I would have made a bad-ass sci-fi novel and I'd be rich.
Surprisingly, though, I like Bruce better than anyone else there. At least he can tell a good story.
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[28 May 2006|02:29pm] |
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When I come back from Idaho, I shall have wittle baby dreadlocks.
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[20 May 2006|04:00pm] |
Yeah, so, the other day Kyle flipped off the bed and got a concussion, so I got to spend the whole evening at the hospital. He was throwing up and was really lathargic for a few hours, until they tried putting one of those oxygen masks on him. Then he started yelling at and hitting the guy, stopped puking, and I guess started to get better. Apparently he was quite amused during the ambulance ride, too. Weird kid. He's totally fine now though, and has decided that hospitals aren't really that scary after all.
I think I'm gonna go visit Kyle's old special needs class at Butler this week. I'll ask Donna if they'll be any job openings there next year, because that was such a fun class to aide for. I wanna see some of the old second graders, now third graders, too... like Jesus, Edwin, and Alec. I love those kids to death. Especially Jesus. He totally reminds me of Kyle when he was that age. Perfect little babyface with big eyes and a bright mind. He was just learning how to use a dynavox last year when I was aiding there, so it'd be fun to see how much progress he's made. He was always so determined.
It makes me sad though, because his parents can be thrown into the "illegal, unskilled workers" category. His parents understand English well enough to carry on a conversation, but they can't read or write in either Spanish or English. So, in addition to it being sad, it makes me pissed off that people would tell them to "go back to where they came from."
Yeah, uh-huh. Fuck kids like Jesus and his family, it's just too damn bad that he was born in a country too shitty and to parents too poor and uneducated to make it in Mexico, right? Whatever. Fuck everyone who thinks that it is just too damn bad for them. It's hard enough to raise a child with cerebral palsy in a middle-class American family (I would know), I can't even begin to fathom how hard it would be to do in a Mexican ghetto. If Jesus was still in Mexico I doubt he would even have a functional wheelchair (chairs for kids with CP can cost thousands of dollars and usually have to be custom-built). And you can bet just about anything that he wouldn't have access to the expensive medications needed to keep him from throwing everything up and constantly having epileptic seizures. He wouldn't have a dynavox. He wouldn't be in a healthy educational environment. He would never amount to anything in life. He would probably just sit at home with his desperate mother all day until he finally died some pathetic young death.
So, yeah, fuck people who don't care. Fuck people who act like it is such a big inconvenience to deal with Latino immigrants.
You know what a real inconvenience is? Living in a country that can't take care of you, and when you get desperate and move (illegally or otherwise), being contantly told you are "unworthy" to live in such a "great country." Inconvenience is working bullshit minimum wage jobs because, hey, it's better than what you made in your homeland. Inconvenience is being expected to adopt a new language and culture overnight, even though you didn't have the ability to learn the language before you moved. Inconvenience is working harder and earning a job fairly, and then being told that you're "stealing" it. Inconvenience is having your family ask you to hop the boarder because they need the extra money to survive. Inconvenience is having your parents move you to a new country when you're in elementary school, not knowing the language, and having the education system let you fall through the cracks like a piece of dirt. Inconvenience is worrying that you'll be deported or thrown in prison because all you wanted to do was make your life better for you and your family. Inconvenience is being told to "learn the language" when you already speak it, and the critic is too stupid to understand an accent. That, and many other things which affect many Latinos on an every-day basis, is fucking inconvenient.
The people I've heard talking shit on immigrants don't deal with them on a personal, day-to-day basis. They see a Mexican by a bus stop, working at a restaurant, or on TV, and they act like they know who they are. Well, I do deal with immigrants on a personal level. I have friends who are immigrants, I've had co-workers and classmates who are immigrants, and I've worked with elementary students who are immigrants. You know what they're doing? They're trying to get by in a bullshit society, just like you are, and most of them aren't doing it half as comfortably as the people who were born here. So shut your mouth, those of privilege who would disagree, I don't want to hear it. Go whine to a fucking Minuteman.
I'm still not saying everyone who wants to come to America should be here, because hey, frankly, there isn't enough room. But I will NEVER condemn an individual for wanting to get out of a shitty situation which they didn't make, even if they resort to breaking the law. I cannot look at an immigrant family and tell them to go home, because to me that is the same as telling an abused wife to go back to her husband.
Oh well, that stupid wall that we're wasting our tax dollars on won't work anyways. Whatever.
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[08 May 2006|05:45pm] |
So. Here I am. Stuck on a library computer.
Last week was HELL. All I did all day every day was either pack/load/unpack... watch Kyle, watch Bryce, run errands, or try to sleep. I say "try" because the apartment complex, while almost entirely inhabited by senior citizens, is NOISEY AS FUCK. I have no idea how the elderly can be so friggin' loud in the morning. There is also practically no spare space in the apartment. That's what we get for moving all the stuff that was once in a huge two-story house into a tiny-ass two bedroom apartment. There's like... a small crevice between boxes that gets you to the bedrooms, and bathroom/kitchen area. There is no space at the table. There is no space in the living room. You can't even sit on the floor. It is quite ridiculous.
But, soon it will get better, once we organize our crap and learn how to deal with the noise/I move the hell out.
Today was very tiring. I babysat from 7AM to 5PM... and I'll be doing it until Friday. But it is okay, because I expect to bring home around $425 by then. :)
I plan on going to a school district meeting tomorrow with a group of angry kids to talk about the GSA situation at Brighton. Apparently, I get to be the speaker. I almost believe that Brighton doesn't deserve a GSA, because half of the kids who want one are such pussyfooters. If I show up tomorrow and no one has written me a speech and printed me out the necessary documents to show (because I haven't a printer and I'm not paying the library fee), then screw them. I tried to get this shit together for two years and no one bothered to help until I friggin' graduated.
Great. I'm only allowed 30 minutes on the computer and I spent it all doing Myspace/Necrothrash stuff. Blah.
Have a nice day.
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[04 May 2006|11:38am] |
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Mmmhmm. Dystopia is so good. Joan Baez, too.
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[01 May 2006|12:12am] |
We are in DIY-record-distributin'-band-producin' business, baby.
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[30 Apr 2006|08:11pm] |
Awesome, we're gonna start getting our record distro off the ground soon. We're going to call it NecroThrash, probably. Of course, we'll be distributing mostly thrash music, but hopefully some hardcore, crust, etc. I'm going to try and sneak some folk and rockabilly on there, too, but we'll see about that.
Annnd we might start a zine to go along with it... so, you zinesters know who you are, and should help. ;)
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[30 Apr 2006|06:02pm] |
Ar har har. "Sisterhood."
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[29 Apr 2006|11:31pm] |
I need to move out so fucking bad.
I'm sick of my mom taking advantage of my ability to watch Kyle, and pawning him off on me when she wants to do bullshit. I watched Kyle for FOUR HOURS this afternoon, right after I'd babysat Bryce for four hours. I took him downtown, fed him, and kept him out of mom's hair for a long enough period of time that she could work out and do whatever other pointless crap she felt she needed to do.
But the four hours spent on watching him this afternoon was of course not enough for her. Since 9:30, (it's 11:30 right now) I've been watching him YET AGAIN, and he won't go to fucking sleep because she's not here. I love Kyle, but he is NOT MY CHILD. He's my brother, and I shouldn't have to spend over 6 hours of my day trying to keep him entertained. Because of this, I haven't had any time for me or my friends, and I probably will be needed "early tomorrow morning" so that mom can pawn him off on me some more.
This is bullshit. She's usually not like this, but for the past week my services have been just sooo desperately needed that I can't continue a job and house search, I can't socialize, and I'm becoming more and more stressed with each hour of babysitting. The best part is that I'm not being paid a dime for this, "because I'm his sister." What the fuck ever. Kyle's non-related sitters get paid SIXTEEN FUCKING BUCKS AN HOUR to watch him, and I do it better than any of them ever could.
Dear Mom:
Call a goddamn babysitter.
Love, Christine.
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[28 Apr 2006|05:43pm] |
( Ahahah... loser. )
Now I just have to wait for something even worse to happen to Michael Savage.
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