Viewing 1 - 9 out of 10 Blogs.

I often wonder whether or not this world is as exciting as it pretends to be. Or maybe God created Man to be far more advanced than himself. Because, (in assuming that such creatures do not exist), though God created Man, Men have created entire worlds. Civilizations filled with people, mythical creatures, frightening demons, back stories and life stories, men and women with super-human strength, and talents that even God didn't feel the need to create... All within the pages of our books, and on our movie screens, and in our games and children's tales.

Humans.... have created entire worlds. We have created billions of fictional people, and beasts, and concepts that either bring about the hope that our favorite characters are real, or prayers that the most frightful monsters are not. WE have created worlds far more exciting and wonderful than God. Far more beautiful and enchanting. With magic, fairies, giants, and complicated murder mysteries that are solved just the way they are supposed to be. We have created ordinary and extraordinary heroes.

And God? Well, if you believe as I do, he created us. And the Earth.

And what a boring Earth it is, dont you think?

Perpetual boredom with the world around me. I... Well... Its depressing really. I'm the type of person with no real meaning to live. I feel no attachment to life because I have very few attachments to people and none to the world in general. I can leave whenever I wish. But I can't help but wonder what I'm going to when I leave. What if its even more boring than this?

I turned 18 today, so I thought I might shoot you all a little randomness to celebrate. Thought of something really cool, but eventually realized that randomness isnt randomness if I thought of it before hand! Slowly I began to have a mental breakdown... My mind swirling around the idea of predestined randomness like a dead squirrel swirls around in a toilet bowl -_-

Soon my mind became a squishy boob-like thingy and wouldn't function properly. The only things that registered were: Fire is hot (something I learn time and time again -_-) and my shoes are pretty. My shoes ARE pretty and they drew my attention away from predestined randomness. Thus, my existence was saved, which means that YOU all get to live as well.

God knows that this planet could never survive without me :|

Anyway, thats why I dont have anything random to tell you today ^.^

Because the world is hardly worth the price of a free ticket to Hell. Ever contemplated the worth of existence? Not the worth of your own existence, but... in general?

Why does the sky exist and the stars exist? Why do dogs snore and cats purr?

I wonder what the Sun says to the Moon when it takes its place? If it beams with pride as its bright obnoxious rays block out the Stars and chase the Moon in a endless cycle... I wonder if the prideful and Sun knows that it tramples upon love? If it knows that I love the Stars. And the Moon. And the sounds of the night? I wonder if the Sun knows that it chases hopes and dreams?

^.^ Feel free to check it all out on the ihateme_letsmakelove account...

Purely amazing, right? First off, I hope you guys have an fun Christmas Eve! Santa's taking his pre-Christmas break ^.^ You can only imagine what he and Mrs. Claus are doing right now ;). Anywho... This particular blog will be about...Spastic polar bears o_o.... or about recent developments in the Fish Net-Weaving Business. Whichever, you prefer .
Actually, this blog will be about how amazingly uncool I am. Clumsy and twitchy. I'm the only waitress at work that runs into the tables and trips over chairlegs -_-. Its quite embarrassing,really. I get really nervous around guys. I stutter and say odd things.
Guy: Hey, Malissia, how're you do---
Me: W-would you survive the zombie apocalypse!?
Guy:...
Me: Yeah, didn't think so. I have to go now, my ride's here .
In the Car:
Me: .< Why!!!??? Why, Malissia, WHY!!??
See? Lack of anything close to cool. Most people wear sun glasses. I prefer kitty ears to shield my eyes from the sun o_o (My logic is perfect). My very first date with a guy, I was really nervous. I didnt want him to think that I was a complete nerd, so I didn't wear my glasses to the date and told him they weren't prescription when he asked about them. I ran into one of the tall white pillars and then into the coin fountain thing.
It was a disaster. I didn't know that we were going to see a movie. We ended up having to return home for my glasses >.<
I am a relationship accident WAITING to happen. Yea. That is all.>

I guess its high time for me to leave a good one, eh? Blog topic today: Poetry. I was looking back at some of my old stuff, when I noticed that most of it gravitated around two main topics--- Death and Night/Evening. I know its weird, and I assure you its far from romantic: I enjoy going outside at night and simply sitting on my lawn. I sometimes travel to the busy street at the end of the road and watch traffic (now thats WAY out there). Anywho, I sit on my lawn, but I dont stare at the sky. I dont like the way that the vast and engulfing night sky makes me feel--- so tiny and insignificant, as if the whole world is moving just a little bit faster than what I want it to. However, I DO enjoy the night. I like the way it feels, serene and beautiful Its the slowest part of the day, mind you (for me at least), when my half of the world is fast asleep, giving me just enough time to enjoy the way it sways.

The same goes with Death, I often view Death as a person rather than as an occurrence. I'm not sure why. I guess... viewing Death as a person makes him easier to accept. Why? Because I fear no man. Humans aren't much frightening at all to me. I know what humans are capable of. Its the things that are INHUMAN that frighten me the most---- Certain degree's of darkness, certain types of animals, vastness, time. Things that are difficult to control, understand, rebel against, things that are difficult to kill or will not die.... Those things are...well... scary...

I guess the topic wasn't quite poetry, was it?

For those of you who actually celebrate. I'll be sending you all hugs and kisses and my dearest wishes ^.^

Tags: Christmas4U

Because the sun is superficial--- I love that phrase. It means a lot to me. Fact Two: I love you more than you know :). I don't think people truly understand how accepting I try to be. I. Hate. No one. There are people in this world who've treated me like complete and utter shit, but, bygod, I love the little fuckers to death. I can argue with a person one day and and love them the next. I don't care if you hate me. I don't care about the feelings and emotions of others (in regards toward me). The only thing I care about, is YOU. I want you to be happy and I want you to be healthy. And if there is anything that I am capable of doing that will help you achieve those things, all you need to do is ask. I know its strange. I don't care. I'm not lying when I say that I'm madly in love with the world. I may not like everything everyone does. And people always make me angry. This world may be cold and unfeeling. But human beings are so beautiful and amazing. ALL human beings. It makes me so angry how we can be so unaccepting of others. How we have all of these rules that limit the rights of others. But then again, we need to be realistic. There is no such thing as world peace. As a well-populated species of human beings, we are psychologically incapable ruling without war. Humans are destructive. War will occur. People will die. Its inevitable without changing the very genetics of the human race-- which is wrong and its not going to happen. Also, humans should not be allowed to live forever. Again, we are destructive, and it just wouldn't work out. Also, it would be impossible to get the whole world to 'go green'. The way its been is just too easy, and psychologically, some people are incapable of change (its personality, and theres nothing we can do about it). Its important to try our best at all things however. Impossibility is NEVER an excuse to give up. I'm always cheering you on. Hope your life is purely awesome-----love, the SecksiiSecktre

I warn you. If you don't want to read this, divert your eyes xD. The period. You know what I'm talking about. That monthly 'gift'? The period is just a big ass FUCK YOU from thee universe. Like one day, all the beings in the universe came together, took one look at Earth, hit on some chick, the chick turned the universe down, and then bang. The Universe: FUCK YOU. We'll never live it down ladies. Its like a roundhouse kick to your LIFE. You wake up one morning and think "I'm getting laid tonight :D". That night, you're putting your grove moves on some guy. And as you get ready to say: "Your place or mine?", you think 'Did I just piss myself?'. No. You didn't lose control of your bladder. You do NOT have vaginal cancer. You're on your period. And dear God, its a disappointment . Should have gotten the shot, they say. But the shot fucks you up for the first you. You never know when or if you're going to come on. Its like, you don't come on for the first month. Then next month, you're on for like 6 hours. Skip a few months. You're at your cousin's barmitsfa in a white, sleeveless dress, and everyone notices that you look like you're bleeding from the inside out. You are. And you will be for like two weeks straight. Why am I pissed? I was sitting in class today, in a group with the guy I've been crushing on for the past four years (He's a jock. That's surprising if you know me. Plays soccer. I cant help it, he's a tasty man ). When after one of my ever-popular dead baby jokes ), my tummy makes the loudest and most nauseating sound you've EVER heard. Everyone turns and looks at me. How do I explain it? Gas? Embarrassing. Illness? With the swine flu going about, no one will want to be near me (Don't go, Joey!). What do I say? "I'm hungry."

Tags: Period Nausea