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Haha. He keeps making ridiculous comments. Acting as though I don't know it's him.

Guess what. I'm glad you're happy. I hope you really are. If you are a better person for me leaving you, awesome. But that would mean it was a good thing for you, then, huh? So why so bitter? I never wanted you to NOT be happy. I never said I wished that. But, I had to be happy too. In fact, I wish you the best without me.

Anyway, I'm doing well. Haven't updated in a while. Thought I might drop in.

I have a nice job as a supervisor, making $9/hr. Paul is an assistant manager and is making $600/wk. I got a nice car, and so does Paul. He was driving an Eclipse, but he's looking in to getting a really nice truck. It's a 2003! Woohoo! Newest car he ever had. I'm really proud of him. Knowing where we started out and how far we've come. That's all I wanted out of life. Progress. And now I've got it in spades. My parents are doing awesome. I'm living with my sister, Paul and Tom (my sister's friend). I've been having a really nice run of luck. And Paul has finally got someone to help him succeed. Next year they want him to be the manager of his own store. It'll probably be in Maryland, which is awesome. He's always wanted to live there, and I'm a pretty big fan of Maryland myself. Nicer roads. (haha)

Anyway, I'm off to bed.

Wow. Almost a whole year has passed...

Well, let's see. I am very serious with Paul, the kid I started dating after the Nate Ordeal. Unfortunately Nate also followed me around, harrassed me, and did lots of burn outs in front of my house. Actually, it only ended about a month ago. Pretty sad on his part. But it's all over now, and I'm thouroughly happy with my life.

I also dropped out of school. No, I'm not dumb, I'm smarter than the majority of 18 year olds who HAVE graduated. The story is an interesting one. I'd been getting more and more run-down and shit, and I just started not caring about anything at all. My mom was getting worried, all I wanted to do was sleep, and I was having crazy mood swings. I had missed a total of 50 days of school, 20 being unexcused absences for skipping and just driving around instead. My mom took me to the doctor and I was diagnosed with depression, although I have a feeling it's bi-polar disorder because of the mood swings I was having. One day it was "Yeah, school's ok, life's good, YAY everything!" and the next it was "JESUS ALL I WANT TO FUCKING DO IS SLEEP. FUCK YOU AND YOU AND YOU. I DON'T CARE. THE SCHOOL CAN BLOW ME, AND NO I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU EITHER." Craziness.

I also got a new car before I'd broken up with Nate. A white 2000 Dodge Neon which ended up causing me lots of problems and got me in 2 car accidents. The Insurance company is totalling it and I am currently looking in to buying a red/orange copper colored 2000 Dodge Neon. And this time it has a sunroof, bitches. Too bad the white one was so fucking cursed. *sigh*

Also, I am currently sitting in my birthmom's house. :) I finally found her and she's awesome, and I found out I really was a wanted baby. She was a junkie at the time and didn't want to bring me up around that kind of thing, so she adopted me out. I have a CD my birthdad, Roland, recorded, and it brings tears to my eyes thinking about his death and how I will never get to meet him. My brothers and sister are awesome. Justin is 26 and he's so mellow and cool. Maegan is 24 and she has 3 daughters (my neices!) who love me. She is definately a rad girl. "Roly-Wayne" is 22 and he's a funny alcoholic. My neices are Alyssa (5), Kaci (3), and Sara (10 mo.). ADORABLE CHILDREN! I also met my grandparents on my dad's side and my Aunt Litha.

The best thing so far was meeting everyone and hearing who I look like. Oh, and of course getting stoned with my b-mom and laughing our asses off at dumb shit. :) Yeah, pot is totally acceptable in this family.

Wow....I'll be 19 in November. Little Mishies grow up fast.

I love life. :)

so i broke up with my bofriend nate. And started going out with his ex freind paul who nate politely asked me not too. But i did anyway just to hurt him and now all of his friends dont like me, although they only put up with me cuz of their friendship with nate.

My Japanese friend, Sakura, stayed with me February 29 through March 17 until she moved back. Sukkie moved to the US from the lovely island of Okinawa, Japan about two years ago and had recently gotten her citizenship. The only problem seemed to be the people she stayed with. The first family just didn’t work out well. The second family was just greedy. They had Sukkie clean the whole house daily and on top of that had the audacity to ask her for $100 per month. They also recieved money from her father in Japan. They really just treated her very poorly.
I worked just across the street from where she lived and one day she came over and started crying in the dining room. I asked her what the problem was and she informed me she can’t stand being here anymore. She told me she was sick of nearly everything right down to having to speak English all the time. She then asked if she could move in with me for about two weeks. “Uh-oh.” was the thought bubble that popped up. My mother is usually weird about people simply sleeping over one night. This was two weeks. I had to try it anyway though, because I didn’t want Sukkie to have to stay with her guardians anymore. Luckily, my mom, good ol’ Mary Jane, understood this one.
Sakura began moving in on a Saturday. Sunday Nate and I trucked most of her things back to my house so she could get settled in and pack things, etc. It was already 1:00 in the afternoon when we had gotten her some packing boxes, and I knew with all I had to get settled, I would need the night off. I went in to Serradella’s about three hours before my shift started. Vito freaked out when I told him I couldn’t come in. Vito...he’s spazzy. REALLY fuckin’ spazzy. He makes Mt. Everests out of mole hills. So he proceeded to freak out: “WHAT AM I GONNA DO FOR A WAITRESS. AHHHHHH. OH GOD. ARMAGEDDON.” My reply: “It’s Sunday. Sundays are slow. Besides, you did fine before I was a waitress. Deal with it.” I did do him a favor though, and attempt to get a hold of the other waitress. She was busy. Went home, got Sukkie moved in, all is well.
Monday: shit hits the fan. Welcome to my rant mode, ladies and gentlemen. SERRADELLAS BLOWS ASS. LOTS OF IT. BIG HONKING PILES OF ASS ARE BLOWN BY THEM. Anthony is a womanizing asshole who thinks he’s Mr. Slick. Vito is a jerk-spaz-mutant perfectionist who honestly beleives that he never make mistakes and who speaks bad English. Giovanni...well, I actually kind of liked that one except he called me fat alot. Here’s why I hate them. Monday, second period study hall, Brandi (other waitress) appoogizes for not being able to cover for me on Sunday. No big deal. Then she tells me they’re firing me. “WHAT THE FUCK?!” thinks my head. Why? Turns out they did get busy on Sunday. And guess what else. They already had someone prepared to work in my place MONDAY NIGHT. They never called me to tell me either. BUT I had my inside information, so I said fuck them and skipped going in that night. I’m not wasting my dad’s gas money to go in, get fired and leave. FUCK THEM. So Nate took me in on Tuesday. Here is what happened:
“Hey Tony.”
“Oh hey, Michelle....uh...”
“No no no. I’ll save you the trouble. I quit. You still owe me $105.”
“Uhm. I’ll pay you Saturday if you can come in then. I just want you to know, it’s nothing personal. We just have a business to run here, and--”
“Mhm...yeah. Well, I’m a 17 year old girl who has to deal with her own shit. You knew she was moving in. You knew I had school the next day. You know I’m not going to lose sleep over this bullshit. See you Saturday.”
*APPLAUSE*
That was the end of my job at Serradellas and good riddance. Now I have some time to be a teenager again.
Unfortunately.....I’ve become slothful......
*to be continued*

June 16, 2004.
I have definately been slacking in the journal entry department. Hrm, let’s see. What have I covered so far? Well, let’s make a list of what I haven’t...
1. Sukkie’s stay at my home.
2. Airport assholes.
3. Sukkie’s fishie.
4. Unemployment.
5. Sloth.
6. Getting back in gear.
7. Algebra and Driver’s Tests: What To Do When You Fail.
8. Summertime!

Shall we begin?
Sakura was a very good friend. She was definately funny. We played with her digi-cam alot. We got a picture of my dog, Roo, sneezing...a picture of her with chocolate stuck in her teeth....a picture of me shaking my booty. Ahh, it was fun. We played pool alot, and hung out by the lake, and talked about Japan in comparisson to America. But weeks went by and we struggled in getting her an airplane ticket (one-ways to Okinawa seem difficult to get), spoke to her mom (the most beautiful Asian woman EVER) and tried to skateboard in a parking lot at Pinchot State Park without killling ourselves (very funny). It came time for Sakura to leave us. Nate slept over and around 3:30 am we got up, dressed, put a few boxes of Sukkie’s stuff in the back of the car, and drove to Baltimore/Washington International Airport. It took about 2 hours, and horror struck when we saw the signs...me and Nathan were very early broke and it was going to cost us $80 to park and wait with Sakura until her flight took off....”WHAT THE F *beeeeeeeeep*?!” when the alarm in my head. “OH NO! Fuck these rich airport money-grubbing bastards. I want to say goodbye to my jap.” Well, I did. Unfortunately, it could only take about 30 seconds. See, you can pull up outside the airport, but that’s only for dropping people off. You can’t park and someone needs to stay with the car. Nate helped Sakura in with her things and got her up to the check-in counter, said goodbye, and then came to get me. I ran in, and figuring I only had 30 seconds, pulled an emotionally tear-jerking scene for the people around me. I lunge-hugged Sakura and began to sob. “Sukkkkiiiiiiiiiieeeeee....*sniff* I’m going to.....*sniff* Miss you. COME BACK TO AMERICA SOOOOOOOOOON *sooooooooob* I love you Jap. I’ll take good care of your fish. *sob*....BYE.” (At this point I ran from the airport sobbing). I slept the whole way home...until I had to pee. At which point I woke up and asked Nate to stop at a gas station. The rest of the way back to my house we talked about Sukkie, how funny she was, etc. I told Nate that when I spoke to Sakura’s mom, she offered me a chance to visit her in Okinawa. She would pay for 1/2 of the plane ticket since we had been so good to Sakura. Perhaps that will be a future adventure.
Thanks to Sukkie Su, I now have 2 fish. My betta, Morphine, and Sakura’s betta, Roxy. I renamed it “Sakura’s Roxy.” It sounds like a show-dog’s name.
What’s next on my list? Oh yeah, unemployment. Let’s make this short and sweet. I remain unemployed until I get my license. There are no more jobs around here that I want, and since I am a generally spoiled child, my parents give me money when needed. Don’t be a hater, y0.
On to my favorite of the 7 deadly sins, sloth. I became MORBIDLY lazy. I wasn’t doing much school ralated, I wasn’t trying to get my license, and I didn’t care about anything. I’m fairly sure now, that it wasn’t depression, just a bout of the blues. See, when everything seems to fall apart all at once, it tends to be a bit depressing. I was having mood swings, and was just generally bored. Fortunately, I kicked myself in the ass (I’m great at that) and said to myself, I said “SELF. Do something. You lazy good for nothing shit.” “FINE,” said myself, “I’ll go.....learn to parallel park. And if you’re lucky, I’ll do my homework.”
Well, I did homework, learned to parallel park and even scheduled a Driving Test. THAT SUCKED. I hate PennDot Harrisburg. First, the stupid cunt of a tester made me wait outside in my car while she went on her lunch break. Sidenote: it was really fuckin’ hot outside. Then, she enjoyed the art of pissing me off. She would wait until it was almost too late to give me an instruction on something. It came to the point I would ask “What do you want me to do next?” At which point she spoke to me rather condecendingly, saying that SHE is the one in control of this test and I should just listen to her.” I thought “Yeah, well I’m the one in control of this car, and I’ll run it headlong in to a tree just to get you out of it...”
Either way, her late instructions ended up making me fuck up. She asked me to go to the intersection at the stop sign. Well, she had told me so late in the game that I had to BACK UP because I’d already driven past the intersection. So I backed up, made a left to pull up at the stop sign and lo and behold, I’d gone over the white line. “$%#%^$%%%$%$%#@@!@$%^$^%*&^&*&^^&%$$@!#$” went off in my head. While she prattled on, I thought to myself “Can this stupid old bag remove her crusty self from my car so I can go home and cry in peace. It’s her stupid fault I failed. I could’ve seen the bloody white line if she’d told me soon enough.” BAH. I’m still angry about it.
OOH. I also failed Algebra II. I only need three math credits though, and I already have 2, so I’m taking Alg. II again my senior year. I almost can’t beleive it. Next year at this time, I’ll be preparing for college. Exciting, yet scary.
Speaking of college, I’ve decided what I want to do. I’m going to get my doctorate in psychology. I’ve taken my SAT’s twice already, and I hope one of the two scores will get me in to Edinboro University in Erie, PA. I plan on visiting there sometime this summer.
I have another driver’s test scheduled, I got a great haircut, and I scheduled my senior pictures. Now I finally have the free time I need to be productive yet still have lazy time.
Oooh, and by the way. “WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. I’M GOING TO OZZFEST AT THE END OF AUGUST. WOOOOOOOOOO.”

Wishing you and Wonderful Summer,
xoxo Mishy oxox

Clearly I'm destined never to meet my birthparents.

My mom got around to calling Cathy about a week ago. She wanted to wait until after the holidays because she figured Cathy would be already upset enough with the recent death of her husband.

When mom called, she got a message saying that Cathy's phone had been disconnected.

In case you'd like to read the entire story, which I'm not sure many people did, because it was in the form of an IM conversation (and no one actually reads those...), please scroll down.

Perhaps I'm just not destined to meet her. You know...ever.

Oh man. My life is such a soap opera sometimes.

Anyway. Sakura, my Ameri-Jap friend, just got her green card. She showed it to me and all I could say was "Why isn't it green?" She's only been in the states for about a year. I can't imagine who in their right mind would move from Okinawa, the Hawaii of Japan, to frikkin Dillsburg, PA. Either way, her father, who's American, came to visit her about 2 weeks ago and brought Sakura's sister, Mamokka (Mo-Mo for short.) She is THE most adorable little asian girl EVER. She's 10 years old, and it's incredible to watch Sakura and Mo-Mo hang out together. They don't posess that usual sister hatred that you see so much of in the U.S. Sakura seriously acts like a mother to her. SO CUTE. We took them midnight bowling and Mo-Mo bought me stickers.

In the words of Sakura: "JAP ROX!"

^_^

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So then. What in the name of God do I have to type about. Oh that's right. Nothing. *joy*
Actually, my life has lately been the same thing each and every day.

Hm, well, my hair has pink roots in the front. Apparently the dye thought it would be a smart-ass, and not dye the rest of my hair although it IS supposed to work on color-treated hair, including black.

Ah well, $11.00 wasted.

Oh, one more thing. I'm gauging the first peircing in my right ear. It is currently an 8. I will be a 6 as soon as the snow stops and I make it to the peircing place.

Quizzed.


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You are Form 3, Unicorn: The Innocent.
>
>"And The Unicorn knew she wasn't meant to
go into the Dark Wood.
> Disregarding the advice
given to her by the spirits, Unicorn went
inside
>and bled silver blood.. For her
misdeed, the world knew evil."
>
>Some examples of the Unicorn Form are Eve
(Christian) and Pandora (Greek).
>The Unicorn is associated with the concept of
innocence, the number
>3, and the element of
water.
>Her sign is the twilight sun.
>
>As a member of Form 3, you are a curious
individual. You are drawn
>to new things and
become fascinated with ideas you've never come
in
>contact with before. Some people may say
you are too nosey, but it's
>only because you
like getting to the bottom of things and
solving
>them. Unicorns are the best friends to
have because they are inquisitive.
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Hanging
Your own gallows call. Your method of suicide is Hanging.

So then. I guess I am in fact a dead unicorn.

Tomorrow, I am seeing the Bette Midler "Kiss My Brass" tour. Oh, I do enjoy the strangest people.

Instead, my 12 Days of Christmas states that you are, in fact, Kuwaiti.

I love that the wonderful Exquisite Geek is breakdancing. Maybe under my xNikkishx-filled Raspberry tree. :)

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My LiveJournal 12 Days
My True Love gave to me...
12 _crap_s a-grinning.
11 andeeawesomes a-giggling.
10 blackneongliters a-hopping.
9 checkpleases a-hooting.
8 exquisitegeeks a-breakdancing.
7 internet_pirates a-calling.
6 jenisinsanes a-galloping.
5 white lpwildchilds.
4 typing pandasporkchops.
3 Kuwaiti ravenblacks.
2 horse superstargurl19s.
And a xnikkishx in a raspberry tree.
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InsanePixy: ASIAN
GregSandersRawks: Hey wassup there fuzzinator
GregSandersRawks: !!!
InsanePixy: I'm so...elated.
GregSandersRawks: ..Elated?
InsanePixy: Happy.
GregSandersRawks: LOL why for?
InsanePixy: I've found my birth parents. :)
GregSandersRawks: you are always elated aren't you?1
GregSandersRawks: AWWWWWWW congrats fuzzymeister
GregSandersRawks: !!!!
InsanePixy: But this is better elated. :)
InsanePixy: The sad part is the story behind finding them.
GregSandersRawks: You gonna do the whole contact thing?
GregSandersRawks: What happened/
GregSandersRawks: ??
InsanePixy: Yep.
My birthfather was in the obituaries. He died on Friday at 10:34 my time. (Cool Fact: I was born at 5:17 pm...5:17 + 5:17 = 10:34)
InsanePixy: Kinda sucks, because I'll never meet him...but I found out where Cathy (my mom) lives...3 fucking miles away straight down the road.
InsanePixy: She lives in Wellsville, like me.
InsanePixy: I have 2 brothers and 2 sisters, plus a step sister and a step brother. The best part is I looked up "Ritter" in the phone book and I have her adress and phone number.
InsanePixy: And what's funny is that Cathy's maiden name was Beane...so her dad (my biological grandpa) was Mr. Beane. ;x
GregSandersRawks: Whoa ok awww osrry to hear about the pop bhut you gonna try and contact the others
GregSandersRawks: ?
GregSandersRawks: ROTCF LMAO mr. beane I don't mean to laugh
InsanePixy: Yes.
GregSandersRawks: Awwwww any idea how you are gonna do it
GregSandersRawks: ?
GregSandersRawks: On TV it's usually a big plan
InsanePixy: Yep, my mom's going to call her up and see if she wants to meet me. If not, ok. I just want to know about my background.
InsanePixy: Or, you know, I can always walk to her house. lol
GregSandersRawks: AWWWWWWW Good luck chiqua I don't know what else to say I hope all goes well
GregSandersRawks: =D and wishing the best
InsanePixy: I hope it does too. ALSO. My Nate's mom fucking GRADUATED in my birthmoms class.
InsanePixy: The class of 1978.
GregSandersRawks: from the same school
GregSandersRawks: ?
InsanePixy: Yep, MY SCHOOL. Fucking Northern.
GregSandersRawks: DUDE *dances* dude you are all super tightly
GregSandersRawks: kniy
GregSandersRawks: *knit
InsanePixy: Nate's mom was telling me about her. She said "No offense, because you probably already know it. Cathy hung out with the druggie kids and wasn't exactly an honor roll student...well, neither was I, but you get it."
GregSandersRawks: LMAO awwwwwwwwwwwwwww
InsanePixy: I already knew she was like that. But she looks so my like me it's crazy.
GregSandersRawks: Dude that is a nice way to put it but still
InsanePixy: Hell, so does my birthdad.
GregSandersRawks: At least she was nice about it
GregSandersRawks: Do you guys?
GregSandersRawks: I mean resemble each other greatly
InsanePixy: lol, yeah. Cathy was really pretty. She has my eyes and she had black hair.
InsanePixy: Me and Cathy look ALOT alike. Roland (dad) looks a bit like me too. He played guitar, rode motorcycles and camped and stuff.
InsanePixy: He had red hair and was all big and burly.
GregSandersRawks: WHOA LOL A free spirit like you
InsanePixy: Yeah, really. I'm so much like both of them, physically and mentally/emotionally. And I've never even met them. :)
InsanePixy: It's sucks that I'll never meet Roland, but I think it's best that I didn't get to know him...it would've been harder for me.
InsanePixy: When I was telling Nate's mom and she read the obituary, she was like "Cathy Beane.....hold on a second..." and she gets her 1978 yearbook and looks her up and goes "I always knew you look familiar to me.....here's your mom."
InsanePixy: I was like "Holy fuck."

A GAME-BOY. Youre like a tomboy without the love of
sports. Reality sucks, but as long as you have
your electronics you feel you can cope. Time
goes unnoticed when youre locked in your room
hooked up to your Nintendo, rocking to your
favourite collection of guitar-driven albums.
Your virtues: Intelligence, sense-of-humour,
individuality.
Your flaws: Inability to cope with real life,
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My Audrey sent me this. She's terriffic. She's caused many a debate, as have I, and although we don't agree on everything, we still get along wonderfully. Then again, I enjoy the company of people who make me think, as opposed to those who bear no opinions of their own with no reasons to back them, anyway.

Will we still be the Country of choice and still be America if we continue to make the changes forced on us by the people from other countries that came to live in America because it is the Country of Choice???  Think about it........

All I have to say is, when will they do something about MY RIGHTS? I celebrate Christmas, but because it isn't celebrated by everyone, we can no longer say Merry Christmas. Now it has to be Season's Greetings. It's not Christmas vacation, it's Winter Break. Isn't it amazing how this winter break ALWAYS occurs over the Christmas holiday?? We've gone so far the other way, bent over backwards to not offend anyone, that I am now being offended. But it seems that no one has a problem with that.

This says it all!

After hearing that the state of Florida changed its opinion and let a Muslim woman have her picture on her driver's license with her face covered this is an editorial written by an American citizen, published in a Tampa newspaper. He did quite a job; didn't he? Read on, please!

IMMIGRANTS, NOT AMERICANS, MUST ADAPT. I am tired of this nation worrying about whether we are offending some individual or their culture. Since the terrorist attacks on Sept. 11, we have experienced a surge in patriotism by the majority of Americans. However, the dust from the attacks had barely settled when the "politically correct" crowd began complaining about the possibility that our patriotism was offending others.

I am not against immigration, nor do I hold a grudge against anyone who is seeking a better life by coming to America. Our population is almost entirely made up of descendants of immigrants. However, there are a few things that those who have recently come to our country, and apparently some born here, need to understand. This idea of America being a multicultural community has served only to dilute our sovereignty and our national identity. As Americans, we have our own culture, our own society, our own language and our own lifestyle. This culture has been developed over centuries of struggles, trials, and victories by millions of men and women who have sought freedom.

We speak ENGLISH, not Spanish, Portuguese, Arabic, Chinese, Japanese, Russian, or any other language. Therefore, if you wish to become a part of our society, learn the language.

"In God We Trust" is our national motto. This is not some Christian right wing political slogan. We adopted this motto because Christian men and women, on Christian principles, founded this nation, and this is clearly documented. It is certainly appropriate to display it on the walls of our schools. If God offends you, then I suggest you consider another part of the world as your new home, because God is part of our culture.

If Stars and Stripes offend you, or you don't like Uncle Sam, then you should seriously consider a move to another part of this planet. We are happy with our culture and have no desire to change, and we really don't care how you did things where you came from. This is OUR COUNTRY, our land, and our lifestyle. Our First Amendment gives every! citizen the right to express his opinion and we will allow you every opportunity to do so. But once you are done complaining, whining, and griping about our flag, our pledge, our national motto, or our way of life, I highly encourage you take advantage of one other great American freedom, THE RIGHT TO LEAVE.





I think people should be able to say "Merry Christmas." Jews can say Happy Hannukah, Muslims can say "Happy (whatever)". EVERYONE CAN SAY WHATEVER THEY WANT. But having to change everything to "Season's Greetings" is unfair to everyone. So I agree with that.

The muslim woman who wanted to wear her veil in her picture, fine. Let her. That's her religion. Each to their own. Just because they move to American doesn't mean they have to change religions.

It's very hard to learn English. Heck, some American's can't even learn English properly. I do agree they should learn enough to get by, but English Language classes are very expensive. Also, when people speak their native languages around their families, it shouldn't bother people. My friend Sakura hasn't had anyone to speak Japanese to for about a year, and she's forgotten alot of words. That's really sad, because she's losing part of herself when she loses her native language. :\


I, personally, don't care about the whole "One Nation, Under God" thing. Leave it in. It's up to each individual if they want to say the pledge or not, anyway. Like my 10th grade Spanish teacher said "Say one Nation, Under Buddah, if you'd like to. Just don't ruin it for other people." As for "In God We Trust," fine. Whatever. Leave it. IT'S NOT THAT BIG OF A DEAL. Besides, nearly every religion has a God, so just make it yours. God has many names.

As for the last part...that's actually very UNpatriotic. Our forefathers founded this nation under the idea that in order to improve the country we must question the government. In my view, questioning includes complaining, because complaining leads to protesting which leads to knew laws, which leads to happier people. Its arrogant to say "Leave if you don't like your country." You see, then we'd move somewhere where we wouldn't know the language, and we'd bring over our culture and religions, and try to change other people's ideas and opinions in their own country....oh wait....

So. List of events in (decent) order:

-Paychecks got smaller
-Sick of Giant
-$30 stolen
-Quit Giant
-Started job at Pizza place (Serradellas)
-$7.00/hour as a waitress/cashier/bus-girl
-Working is now fun
-Friend dies on "overdose"
-Funeral/Viewing (Cremation, so no actual "viewing.")
-Bought cell phone (a trac-fone: cheaper, easier, no monthly bills)
-bought new fuzzy pink purse-thing
-finished a good book (Gingerbread)
-ate thanksgiving dinner at old farm (Hickory Bridge, near Gettysburg)with boyfriend and his family
-water valve burst in said boyfriend's basement
-boyfriend's father runs down and yells "OH MY GOD! HOLY SHIT!"
-here


Serradellas is great. I hear LOTS of Italian and when it comes to the monetary side of things, life is good.

Earl's death. Poor kid. He was only 15. He OD'd on anti-depresants and methodone. It was rough. I've been to many viewings and funerals, but this wone was bad. FIFTEEN. That's all the older he was. And when I went up to look at all the pictures they had of him, I just broke the fuck down. Tears, shaking. It sucked. But, it's over and I'm past it, but of course it's not like I'll ever forget him. It's just unfortunate that I never got to know him better.

Thanksgiving was good. I mean, I don't really enjoy the idea of a holiday that celebrates Americans who fled from England because of persecution and then did the hypocritical thing and presecuted the Indians, the "witches" and the slaves...but I do like food. Ah, what a conundrum.

Happy Thanks for Slavery and Persecution-giving Day!!!

Enjoy your turkey and mashed potatoes.

Email me if you'd like my cell number...and if I know you.

So I had to live vicariously through my livejournal user name.

My LiveJournal Trick-or-Treat Haul
hyperfuzzy goes trick-or-treating, dressed up as Evil Fairy.
_crap_ gives you 3 red lemon-flavoured gummy bats.
avphibes tricks you! You get a thumbtack.
blackneongliter gives you 12 pink coffee-flavoured nuggets.
checkplease tricks you! You get a rock.
dejekt gives you 15 red pineapple-flavoured pieces of chewing gum.
dpressdchild666 tricks you! You lose 8 pieces of candy!
exquisitegeek tricks you! You lose 21 pieces of candy!
jenisinsane tricks you! You lose 1 pieces of candy!
lpwildchild gives you 15 purple cola-flavoured nuggets.
mikesnightmare gives you 18 light blue lemon-flavoured hard candies.
hyperfuzzy ends up with 33 pieces of candy, a thumbtack, and a rock.
Go trick-or-treating! Username:
Another fun meme brought to you by rfreebern.

In fact, I had to work on Halloween night.

I've been the busy one, lately. I don't have a lot of time to myself. Balancing work, school, college-size projects for homework, friends and a boyfriend is taking it's toll on me. Sometimes I actually have to think about if I want to shower that night or just go to bed: that's how exhausted I am.

Tonight will be a big stress releiver though. I have the day off, so Nate and I are going to Field of Screams. We're doing all three attractions: Field of Screams Hayride, Den of Darkness, and the 3D Frightmare. All sound thoroughly scream-worthy, and being scared out of my head is always a good stress reducer for me.

Oh yes. I'm the person who cries, cowers, clings and screams the whole way through, and when it's over, I want to do it again.

It really is too bad that my parents are the oh-so-intelligent creatures they are. (Hah. Note my biting sarcasm.)

So, I have my permit, meaning I drive. I'm really very good at it. I turn well, I don't take curves too fast, and I barely ever surpass the speed limit (when I do it's only by about 3 mph). So, in honor *more sarcasm* of my driving excellence, they decide not to let me drive for awhile. They pulled the idea out of their asses that I "drive too fast." The problem IS, however, that my parents are just in fact lazy and old (meaning slow drivers), and don't want to bother teaching me to fucking drive! >.<
The second problem is that they never listen. On curvier roads, I go 10 mph under the posted speed limit. According to them, this is too fast. This seems ridiculous to me. I've explained over and over that I won't drive a speed I'm not comfortable with. THEY DON'T FUCKING LISTEN! So, since they're so smart, they've decided it will help me slow down if I just don't drive at all. Because, you know, not driving helps me learn to drive. Thus is the logic of my parents. So, large arguments erupted, I told them they're idiots and that I was sick of their bullshit and was just going to find someone else to teach me to drive.

Fuck them.

Now, some uninteresting teenage ranting. Because that's what I am. Well, I'm not "a teenage ranting", per se, just a teenager. But I digress...

So, school started September second. It sucks. I'm not in that "school-y" mood yet. I basically wander from class to class with a dipshit look on my face because I just don't feel scholary. Also, too much of that silly, obnoxious homework stuff. I'm trying to balance school/job/homework/sleep/relationship. It was beginning to take a large toll on me. I called off from Wendy's last Monday just because I was too exhausted and not getting paid enough to be so exhausted.

Yesterday was incredibly productive. I got my permit (insert morbidly childish smiley face here, large eyes, wide smile, etc.) I also got car insurance for my lovely Geo Metro. Apparently I also broke the law, because I had registration for it before I had insurance. Oops. Ah well. Also, I quit my job at Wendy's because I've found a nicer, better paying one. At Wendy's I was making a mere $5.75 per hour, while at my new job at Giant, I will be making $6.40 per hour and get a raise every six months. Ho0orah!

I went out driving for the first time this morning. I did fairly well. I was a little nervous, but did well anyway.

Now, off to see Underworld, more later.

"Don't buy new Pepsi can!


Pepsi has a new "patriotic" can coming out with

pictures of the Empire State Building and the Pledge

of Allegiance on them. But Pepsi left out two little

words on the pledge... "Under God," Pepsi said they

did not want to offend anyone. If this is true, then

we do not want to offend anyone at the Pepsi corporate

office by giving them our money, which says "In God We

Trust." If we do not buy any Pepsi products, then

they will not receive any of our monies. Our money,

with its referral to God, might offend someone at

Pepsi.

Please pass this word to everyone you know -- let your

voices be heard. Maybe this will change Pepsi's mind.

We want the words "Under God" to be read by every

person who buys a can!"



A certain someone forwarded me this annoying Christian-type email. Don't get me wrong, I think the little friendship-guardian-angel-Christian emails and things like that are cute and nice to get from my friends, but I abhor these kinds. The kinds that twist words and ideas. Hell, any sect of religious email that would twist words or ideas is lame, but this one is predominately Christian-type.

Question one. Since when is patriotism only a concept for people who beleive in God? The term "Under God" was used originally only as a phrase, as though to say under the heavens. Mind you, "heavens" is also a term for the solar systems, galaxies, etc. What if you are an athiest? You can't be an American, then. Ah, well. Live in Amsterdam. Much more fun.

Question two. WHEN DID SODA BECOME PATRIOTIC?! Soda tastes yummy, to those who enjoy it's sugar liquid-y goodness. THAT'S ALL. The soda does't grow an arm and place it on the bible whislt saying the Pledge of Alegience. NO. It just tastes good. That's all. End of story.

Don't buy Pepsi or any other soda simply because two words on the can haven't offened you, or have offended you. BUY IT BECAUSE YOU LIKE TO DRINK IT.

And while you're at it, yank the elitist stick out of your ass.

You've never referred to Philadelphia as anything but "Philly." And New
Jersey has always been "Jersey."

You refer to Pennsylvania as "PA" (pronounced Pee-ay). How many other states do that?

"You guys" is a perfectly acceptable reference to a group of men & women.

You know how to respond to the question "Djeetyet?" (Didyoueatyet? only run together.)

You learned to pronounce Bryn Mawr, Wilkes-Barre, Schuylkill, Bala Cynwyd, Duquesne and Monongahela.

You know what a "Mummer" is, and are disappointed if you can't catch at least lighlights of the parade.

You know what "Punxsutawney Phil" is, and what it means if he sees his shadow.

The first day of buck and the first day of doe season are school holidays.

You can use the phrase "fire hall wedding reception" and not even bat an eye.

You can't go to a wedding without hearing the "Chicken Dance," at least one Polka and either an Italian song (sung in Italian,) or "Hava Nagila."

At least 5 people on your block have electric "candles" in all or most of their windows all year long.

You know what a "Hex sign" is.

You know what a "State Store" is, and your out of state friends find it incredulous that you can't purchase liquor at the mini-mart.

You own only three condiments "salt, pepper and Heinz ketchup".

Words like "hoagie", "crick", "chipped ham", "sticky buns", "shoo-fly pie", "pierogies" and "pocketbook" actually mean something to you.

You can eat cold pizza (even for breakfast) and know others who do the same. (Those from NY find this "barbaric".)

You not only have heard of Birch Beer, but you know it comes in several colors: Red, White, Brown, Gold.

You know several places to purchase or that serve Scrapple, Summer Sausage (Lebanon Bologna), and Hot Bacon Dressing.

You can eat a cold soft pretzel from a street vendor without fear and enjoy it. It almost always comes with mustard.

You know the difference between a cheese steak & a pizza steak sandwich, and know that you can't get a really good one outside PA.

You live for summer, when street and county fairs signal he beginning of funnel cake season.

Customers ask the waitress for "dippy eggs" for breakfast.

You know that Blue Ball, Intercourse, Climax, Bird-in-Hand, Beaver, Moon, Virginville, Pussy, Paradise, Mars, and Slippery Rock are PA towns.

You know what a township, borough, and commonwealth is. (At least you vaguely remember.)

You can identify drivers from New York, New Jersey, or other neighboring states by their unique and irritating driving habits.

A traffic jam is ten cars waiting to pass a horse-drawn carriage on the highway in Lancaster County.

You know several people who have hit deer more than once.

You carry jumper cables in your car and your female passengers know how to use them.

You still keep kitty litter, starting fluid, de-icer, or a snow brush in your trunk, even if you live in the south.

Driving is always better in winter because the potholes are filled with snow.

As a kid you built snow forts and leaf piles that were taller than you were.

Your graduating class consisted of mostly Polish, German, & Italian names.

You actually understand all this.

Sigh. Alas, I am a PA (Pee-ay) girl. And yes, I have seen many a horse and buggy. Quite the population of Amish we have. Unfortunately, we also have the worst roads in the country.

http://www.millionformarriage.org

Go there. Sign the petition. This is something that's really important to me, and has always bothered me. It's just unfair to these individuals. However, if after reading it, you don't agree...fine. You suck. :x Or if you don't suck, read !this!, and see if it changes your mind.

So, lots of fun lately. On August second, Nate, his parents and myself drove to Ocean City, Marylnd to spend a weeks vacation. I got very tan. I don't really like being tan, but I do adore sleeping in the sun. That generally equals a thorough skin roasting. I spent quite a bit of time in the pool, but I really don't like the beach. It's lovely to look at...but hot and wet and scratchy to partake in. We stayed in a great, air-conditioned beach house. I loved that house. I wish I could've just stayed there. The only bump in our beach week occured when I forgot where I'd pack my three bathing suits. I had to buy a new one, which I really liked...but while packing to return home, I found my other 3 bathing suits. Ah well. Shit happens.

The boardwalk was loads of fun. We toured the Ripley's Believe It or Not museum, which was very interesting. A lot of it was interactive which made the experience worth the $10.25 I paid for my entrance. We also rode through the haunted house, and walked through a mirror maze....which was a total fucking jip. $1.20 to walk 2 inches and find the exit. Nathan also got 2 certain body parts peirced.

We returned to the lovely, but horribly paved, state of Pennsylvania the following Saturday. On Sunday, Nate and I drove back down to Maryland, to one of my favorite places. Baltimore. We went for the great nerd convention that is Otakon. Otakon as in Otaku as in fanboy(girl) as in ANIME. Yes, I love the anime. I bought three teeshirts and the Vol. One manga of Megatokyo I dressed up for it as well. As we all know, Cosplay makes the world go 'round. ^_^ I dressed a Megatokyo character as well. I was there with Audrey, who dressed as Hitomi from Escaflowne, and Nate...who dressed as Nate. He played the part quite well.

Then yesterday, I went right back to work. Yuck. Work is horrible. Especially since I slaved away a nine hour period.

Friday, it is off to see Freddy Vs. Jason.

Freddy will win. He doesn't just have brawn like Jason. Freddy can mind-fuck you.

Don't sleep.


love, me.


P.S. SIGN THE PETITION.

serpenteradragon: harrr
InsanePixy: o.O
serpenteradragon: uhh
InsanePixy: Who're you?
serpenteradragon: nice hello skills
InsanePixy: I'd say hi more nicely if I knew who you were.
serpenteradragon: that doesnt make sense
InsanePixy: I don't know who you are.
serpenteradragon: so find out
InsanePixy: I don't talk to strangers.
InsanePixy: ;)
InsanePixy: Hm. Anyone worth talking to would tell me who they are. I've already asked you, and you mocked me. So I no longer care.
serpenteradragon: you need to develop people skills
serpenteradragon: ok i tried
InsanePixy: As do you.
serpenteradragon: bye bye
serpenteradragon: you wont even say hi you dumb bitch
serpenteradragon: jesus
InsanePixy: If you told me who you were, I might've. And it's no reason to resort to name-calling. Hah. And I need people skills.
serpenteradragon: youre a loser
serpenteradragon: youre off all my lists
InsanePixy: I don't care. I DON'T KNOW YOU ANYWAY.


NEVER MESSAGE ME AND NOT TELL ME WHO YOU ARE!!! >.<

I can't stand that. Especially that "ooh, let's play a cat and mouse game. GUESS WHO I AM!" thing. GRAWR.

In other news, my father is an asshole. Film at 11.

Basically, he's been getting on my case because HE lost the bill of sale for my car, but it's somehow my fault. My dad is that kind of person. According to...well, himself, he's NEVER at fault for anything. He always finds a *nonsense-ical* way to blame it on someone else. So, the bill of sale was in his posession, he lost it, my fault. OOOH, THE LOGIC MAKES MY BRAIN HURT, IT'S SO GOOD.

Then, he jumped down my throat about opening an account at the bank I get my paychecks cashed in. I DON'T WANT ONE. I'm not saving for anything. I already have my college money in another bank, and I have enough. But since I guess it's too much of a "hassle" for him to sign his stupid name, he wants me to spend $20 bucks and open an account of money I'll use for nothing. Point: I have a college account with plenty of money in it. I don't need another. As of now, I live paycheck to paycheck. If I had money in the bank, not being used, I would only withdraw it all and spend it on useless things. I haven't any self-control...yet.

PLUS he wants $20 a week for gas money. EXCUSE ME?! You don't spend that much just driving me to work. I will not pay for YOUR gas money if you never plan on paying for mine. I told him I would give him $10 out of every paycheck because that is all he spends taking me back and forth to work. Where he goes other than that is his own responsibility. My dad even threatened to make me pay room and board. I don't think so. They're my parents...not only my parents, but they ADOPTED ME. For 18 years they knew I would legally be under their supervision, and unless emancipated, I am legally their responsibility. Were I 18 already, and still living at home, I would gladly pay them. But either way, it's not as though they're hardpressed for money. I don't make enough money to buy and pay for all the things I need and still pay them for all of their shit too. I make about $230 every 2 weeks, and beleive it or not, with all the running around I do, it doesn't last very long.