... I very very much supported Obama, but I can't say I agree with him completely anymore

Oh well.



And also, the 'You lie!' thing? Epic. Goes to show that rebellion really is the other side of freedom: When you want freedom, you have a rebellion. Once you have it, you want more, and so begins another rebellion.
But still. I like it that way. Guy shouldn't have apologized afterwards.

But the Taylor Swift thing with Kanye West?
What an Ass. Could he not have taken maybe three seconds to think of how the poor girl would feel if he upstaged her big moment, and showed her up in front of the whole country? Wow. Seriously. Temper temper.



Well... that's my mini rant for today. .___. thoughts?

Excerpt from the novel Vamped:

I think I've been just about every kind of vampire you can be. During World War II, I was the patriotic one, limiting my feedings to German cuisine. A little later, I went through a monstrous phase, limiting my feedings to pretty much anything with a face. Then there was vegetarianism, with its strict diet of coma victims, followed by a streak of vigilantism, when I went around killing those folks who just needed killing. Eventually I got tired of coming up with excuses and let hunger and opportunity decide.
____But then there came this time when the guilt seemed to back up on me and I started hunting in packs as these jokers have done here. The pack thing was so I wouldn't feel personally responsible for the murders we were doing- kind of like the government, or a corporation. Everybody's guilty, so nobody is.
____The pack thing can be done with as few as two. YOu can make a game of it- flip a quarter, heads for throat, tails for thigh. You each take your turn, the flow of blood seesawing back and forth, your victim's eyes ticking left and right along with it, until they begin flickering and finally roll back, waving those two white flags of surrender.
____That's the fifties malt shop version. The vampires sit across from each other, their victim in between them like an ice-cream float with two straws being sipped during that chaste first date. Sure, it's still murder, but murder of the daintiest sort.
____There are less dainty versions. More aggressive ones. Versions where you don't say "Pardon me" and "Please" and you don't take turns. Versions where it's a tug-of-war played with blood and arteries. You suck, they suck, and you can feel the pull of the other. Pause to swallow and the blood in your straw reverses course. You have to fight against the current to get it back. Eventually, one of you takes his ball and goes home. Or really, one of you rips the part you're sucking on free from the rest. This can be pretty wasteful, what with blood leaking out at both ends, like a hot dog with too much relish on it or an ice-cream cone with the bottom chewed off.
____In situations like this, it's best if someone has the foresight to bring along a tarp. Back before I was benevolent, when I was still hunting in packs, I was the tarp guy. Somebody else would sniff out the victim; somebody else would duct tape their wrists and mouth. Me- I set the table, shaking out the tarp with one good snap, laying it down, smoothing it out, straightening the corners.
____Now, it might seem kind of wimpy, being the tarp guy, but that's the part that always got the strongest reaction. Okay, you got duct tape and wrists and mouth, the victim knows he's in trouble; but when you start laying down the tarp, that's when everything clicks. The tarp foreshadows the mess they're in- and about to become. And that's when their eyes start screaming from the top of their lungs; thata's when their chests start heaving and their nostrils flare in and out. And if it's cold, that's when the steam starts chugging, hard and heavy, like the Little Train That Could.
____I think I'm dead. I think I'm dead.
____I I know I'm dead. I know I'm dead.
____Chew-chew...





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GOD, I wish I could write as amazingly as this.



I own nothing written up there. Everything belongs to David Sosnowski and Free Press, Simon & Schuster, Inc.

So, uh, yeah.

I was at this thing Saturday night, where friends of my parents and their kids went and yada yada yad, social gathering, yada yada ya. And ya.

And the girls were all in one room, and since the adults were singing karaoke and the guys were just... doing nothing... I went with them. And they started talking about the thing that most girls talk about when they get together: guys.

(...)

So, we were talking, and talking, and talking, and then the oldest girl goes, "I liked this guy, and he asked me out- *giggling ensues* - and so I said yeah, and we went out, and I was sooo happy..." And everything that happens after that: they broke up. Then, she started going on about howyou need to be careful, how when you're going out with a guy, you feel like, really, nothing can go wrong, and then in the end, it was just temporary.

And all the other girls were all going on vehemently about how they totally agree and everything, and there I was, in the middle of this, the only one going,


"... LOLwhut?"

So.. Yeah.

Someone who's not going to just go, "It's indescribable " explain to me, what is it about whichever gender you prefer that makes you want to be with them?
Like... if you see a cute guy or a girl, or something else that attracts you about then, what makes you want to be with them?

And what is, 'being with them'? ... Like... Why? If you like someone, why can't you just, like... I don't know, say you like eachother and be friends?

For me, when I see a guy (or a girl) that I think is a good person, I think, "I want to be like him/her" or, "I want to be friends with him/her." I've never thought, "I want to be someone s/he can like."

I mean... well yeah, I wanna be someone my parents and my brother can like, but that's purely platonic.

What is it about a person that makes you think, "I want to date her/him." ?

You know? Like... And what is it? Why do you like someone that way? How do you like someone that way? What is, that way?




So... explain to me... please?

And don't make fun of me for this D: I'm a slow learner

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Vocabulary word set A, number 325

parrot- v. to blindly repeat or copy
Ex. I am testing you on these words so you will understand their definitions and not just parrot them back to me.

Subliminal messaging within the study stuff....

Rwar. Rwar.



Who's with me?