A Little Cup of Cyanide

So, I have some mystery illness. Everyone has their ideas what it is. Cassie thinks that it's either my thyroid acting up or I'm anemic. Whatever that means. My dad thinks it's my thyroid, because according to him, once you start medicating something, it decides it has help so it doesn't need to work as hard. (I kind of want to write a comic about this. Mr. Thyroid going all orgasmic over some Synthroid.) And Bridget thinks I have mono, because I feel exactly how she did when she had it.

I don't think it's my thyroid, first off. Because I already had this issue last summer, and while I'm perfectly aware that it can and probably will get worse, it doesn't feel the same. It's a hundred times worse in the 'let me go to sleep or die a terribly slow, painful death' area. Also, I'm not hungry at all. Yesterday I had half a vanilla pudding cup. After that I went to sleep and didn't eat again until I had the other half today. I didn't lose my appetite until after I started taking the medicine. And while I'm pretty sure this isn't my problem, I'm really hoping it is. Then I can get some stronger pills (holy crap, I sound like a junkie now...) and be better in a few days. Hopefully before finals.

I don't think it's mono either, because there's no way in hell I could catch it. I don't eat or drink after people. It's gross and completely unsanitary. And I sure as hell don't go around making out with random people. I don't make out with anyone, actually. And if I have mono, all I can do is sleep and wait for gods only know how long until it decides to go away. And I don't have that time because I have papers to write and finals to take and classes to go to and work to do.

OHMYGODOHMYGOD!!! Dean’s going to be a demon! He’s going to be what he’s hunted all this life! The same thing that killed his mother! And father! And basically killed Sam!

Phew. Now that that’s over, I’ve still got lots to freak about. Fucking senior sleepover and their fucking loud seniors. Die! All of you! The roommate and Amanda come in with their seniors about when Dean finds the thing hanging from the chick’s ceiling. I have no idea what the thing is, because Cassie and Amanda and their stupid seniors were squealing. The one is all “Oh my god, it’s Dean from Gilmore Girls. He’s so hot.” Or something along the lines. Like, please, somebody gag her. Then me. Because yes, while he’s pretty hot, Gilmore Girls sucks no matter how many pretty faces you cram into it, I’m trying to watch a good show here, and you, senior, are interfering with it. Keep in mind that I’m a very calm person. There’s no sarcasm in that at all. I don’t usually tell people that they are bugging me, just kind of do my best to ignore it while hoping that my internal death threats are hitting them loud and clear. But no, I usually keep quiet.

But at some point someone says something about studying in the Cave, and I’m like “Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. Why don’t you go there and study?” Six weeks, people. I need my Sam and Dean and Impala, dammit.

Anyway, I’ll be back tomorrow with my squee post. Starting off February right! Right now I'm going to watch Lost.

Oh, my layout! It works! Awesome, yeah?

First off, I just have to say I have an awesome new layout ready to put up. Just as soon as I remember how I did it about two years ago. So yeah, it might be a while. And if anything looks way off in the meanwhile, that's me messing it up, probably beyond repair. Ignore it. I will be. Ignorance is sometimes good for blood pressure.

Now. I'm in a good mood. Like, Super Spectacular Dancing on the Ceiling good. If that was physically possibly. And if I wasn't terrified of heights. Only a few things could make me happy as I am right now. Moving to Florida or any equally hot place, winning the lottery, getting a Hershey's special dark chocolate bar, and the first new episode of Supernatural in. six. weeks. Narrow that down? I'm in Nowhere West Virginia where I almost fell on ice patches twice today, I only have enough money to do two loads of laundry, and sadly, no chocolate of any kind. Sigh. I'd even settle for a Milky Way.

If you’re not a total spoiler-phobe, you should check THIS out. Even if you have no idea what the hell I’m talking about. Do it. Now. I mean it. Does this sound funny to you?

Now, the name. Malleus Maleficarum. It keeps bugging me. Like I’ve heard it somewhere before. So, I looked it up, and found this site. Nifty. I would totally read it if I wasn't already procrastinating on reading Rameau's Nephew. Of course the site doesn't tell me where I've heard the word before. But then I saw the "witch hammer" thing, which just bugged me even more, because I KNOW I've heard that somewhere. So, I’m searching for god only knows what.

I ended up looking up The Crucible for some reason. It just reminded me of it, so I thought maybe looking it up would help me out or something. Of course, I kept looking up The Constable, because seriously? You really expect me to remember the name of a play I read in junior high? So I asked Jess. And I’m all, "There was this book, or maybe a play, where this girl is accused of witchcraft, but her friend was the one doing it, and there was something about a bluebird and dancing naked in the woods, and I think it was named after a bowl?" Yeah, the man is a genius. And, it didn’t help me any.

In conclusion, be prepared for me several page squee on the new episode on Thursday of Friday. It’s coming. It’ll probably be longer that this post, if the clips are anything to judge by. And, if anyone out there is super cool and could tell me how to do a cut? I’ll give you that Milky Way when I get it.

I'm assuming everyone has heard about this Chris Crocker guy. If not, where the hell have you been, and oh how I envy you. If you've been online at all since the VMA awards or watched the news, you've had to have at least heard his name. He's the almighty famous one that posted the completely unoriginal and ridiculously over-dramatic video where he basically screams at the top of his lungs for about two minutes telling people to leave Britney Spears alone while wiping nonexistent tears from his eyes. This is what I like to call an attention whore. He makes this video that he knows will cause an adverse effect on people so they'll leave him flames about how gay he is. Any attention is good attention to an attention whore. When people give him comments, even mean ones, or post video responses mocking him, it's only egging him on because he knows people are paying attention to him. And giving him his own TV show is just saying "It's okay, go ahead and be as obnoxious as you want, we'll support you're immature actions." I also consider writing a blog post admonishing him giving him unneeded attention. Normally I wouldn't be encouraging people to act like total retards to get attention, but I'm writing this post hoping that I can help stop him from getting his own show. Watch this video:



Rate and leave a comment. I hope this video makes these idiots giving the even bigger idiot his own show realize what a stupid mistake they're making. It probably won't, but it's worth a shot. If enough people let the company know that nobody wants to see him on TV, let alone on YouTube, maybe they'll reconsider their offer. I personally think there are a lot of people out there who are actually interesting that deserve to get noticed. It's just not fair that this idiot puts up one video that causes a buzz and suddenly he gets his own show. I admit, life is rarely fair. But still, sometimes you have to put up a fight to show that you're not just sitting back and taking everything that happens in life. I seriously encourage you to go to this video and add a comment and rate, then if you have your own site or blog, add it there as well. Get as many people as possible to see this video, because I'm pretty sure there are very few people who actually want to see him on TV.

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Does your idiocy have no end? I swear, you people just write that it's either the apocalypse or bush just for the fun of it. No, Bush is not the greatest president this country has ever seen. But get real, the man is not the cause of every problem known to man. Read the effing article, and you might actually find out why this is happening. Idiots.

Whenever I open AOL, I always look through the featured articles in the Welcome. If I find something that looks interesting, I’ll read it. Today I found an article about Neptune getting warmer. It was interesting. Then I got to the comments. I’ve been noticing a trend among the comments. They will either say it is Bush’s fault, or they’ll say it’s a sign of the apocalypse.

I really wish people would actually put some thought into things before they just ramble off something that has absolutely no relevance to the subject at hand. No one cares that you’ve made Neptune out of mashed potatoes. No one cares if you hate Bush. No one cares that you’re an overzealous Christian. Get over it already. If you want to talk about that stuff, there are plenty of internet forums that would love to hear your views. Why are you sharing them in a place that has absolutely nothing to do with them, and where no one gives a shit?

Not too long ago I read another article on AOL about an area in space that is completely empty. Of course everyone starts saying it’s a sign of god coming back. Not every new discover is a sign from god. There are probably a lot more things out there to be discovered. It doesn’t mean that they’re all signs. It just means that we haven’t discovered it yet. There are a lot of amazing things out there. I thought Christians would understand that, seeing as how god is supposed to have made everything and everything god makes is supposed to be good.


Neptune's South Pole Is Warming

I promised myself I wasn't going to write anything about the whole Paris Hilton thing. I find it annoying when I hear about the same things over and over and over... That's why I never write about the stupid crap they have in the news. My life may be boring as all hell, but at least the whole world isn't talking about it. Let's face it, if Paris Hilton breaks a fingernail, it's everywhere. Who wants to know every detail of a celebrity's life. Scratch that. There's lots of people who want to know every detail of a celebrity's life. The real question is why. There's enough REAL news going on out there that we don't need to be told what's going on in Hollywood by a million different people. Isn't that what the Globe is for? So they can get their celebrity gossip and leave the news for actual news?

My mom's computer wasn't going online. So, I finally convinced her to let me hook mine up. She has this weird thing with messing stuff up. She's afraid to take pictures with her camera because her computer doesn't have enough ports on her computer, so she has to take the mouse out to save her pictures. She thinks taking the mouse out will mess up the computer. So when I suggested hooking my computer up to the internet, she was afraid it would mess with the computer. Which is retarded, because it wasn't working anyway. Not that it would mess anything up even if it was working. Anyway, I should be back now. I know, I just made your whole week, right?

Sometime last week, maybe around Thursday or Friday, I woke up to discover that my eye was really, really itchy. I mean, super itchy. Like, if it was someplace where I couldn’t poke my eye out by scratching it, like my back or something, I would have to find the brush with the sharp bristles. The next day, there were two little red spots on my eye lid. And it was still itchy as all fuck. The next day, those two little red spots had turned into red bumps. And by the next day those red bumps had become squishy yellow bumps.

At this point I was freaking out. But not enough to visit a doctor. For some reason, every time I get some strange new ailment, I get the urge to let it get really, really bad before I realize that it’s not going away on its own. So, my eye had squishy yellow bumps. No big deal. But it only got worse. The next day my whole eyelid was puffy and swollen. I looked something like the Disney version of Quasimodo. Did I mention that all this time those two bumps were growing?

Finally on Wednesday my mom had to go to the hospital for her weekly blood work. Well, by this time I was afraid that if I waited any longer I would wake up and my eye would be swollen shut. So, I figure since I’m here at the hospital, I might as well get it checked out. Honestly, if I hadn’t been at the hospital, I probably would have waited at least another week. So I get back there, and I get this doctor with some weird accent that I’m almost certain can’t be understood by anyone but other people who live wherever she comes from. Seriously, I’ve never heard anything quite like it. She takes two seconds to shine a light on my eyelid and tell me I have blisters, and that she’s never seen blisters on a person’s eyelid before. And she asks me if I’ve had an electric rod near my eye.

WHAT? First off, what is an electric rod? It sounds dangerous. Not something I would want any part of me near, least of all my eye. Second, if I had gotten an electric rod near my eye, does she seriously think I would have waited that long to get it checked? I clearly stated that it had been weird for about a week. I also clearly stated that I had no clue what was wrong with it. If think I would have a pretty good idea what caused it if I got my eye near one of these electric rod things.

So, after telling me she had never seen anything like it before, she tells me it’s an infection and prescribes me an antibiotic. You should see these things. They’re monsters. I have to take three of them a day until they’re gone. Yay. So, it sucks to be me right now. Or my eyelid.

I will say one thing, though. If I ever have an emergency, I’m going to Mercy Hospital. They got me in and out like woah fast. Okay, so I doubt their competence in their doctors. But I was out before my mom even got her bloodwork done. And sometimes I have to wonder if anyone has ever died in the waiting room at Altoona Hospital.

So, I’m on gather.com, and I joined this group that’s called “for the sake of a good debate” or something like that. They had a featured article about what the world would be like without organized religion. I had to put my two cents in. Of course, I have more along the lines of 75 cents to put in on the topic, but, yeah. Anyway, I was reading over some of the responses other people have given, and it’s just crazy. People are going over and over the same thing, saying the exact same thing to argue a point that in turn gets argued against by someone with a different point of view with yet another point that’s already been argued a million times.

What’s the point of religious debate? It doesn’t do any good. You’re not going to change anyone’s opinion by telling them what you think. And if you change someone’s opinion, chances are they never had a real strong opinion to begin with, so it’s not like it’s some huge accomplishment or something. Give yourself a pat on the back, sonny. You just changed the evolving mind. Furthermore, there’s a good chance that if someone with an even better argument comes along, they’ll just change their mind again.

Yes, I get that there are some people (such as myself) who just like giving their opinions for the simple enjoyment of getting your thoughts out there. But what’s the deal with these people who will seriously go on and on for days? Are they really trying to change someone’s mind, or are they just too stupid to realize that they’ve reached the point where no one is even taking them seriously anymore.

My opinion? Things would be hell of a lot better if people could just realize that everyone has different opinions, and leave it at that. It would be great if people could just debate things for the fun of it, but unfortunately that doesn’t happen often.

Having said that, it’s time to completely contradict everything I just said by saying that there needs to be debate. The world would be boring if everyone just accepted things for the way they are.
Okay, I’m done with my pointless blather for today. I’m sure it makes absolutely no sense to anyone but me, but I just felt like saying it. It’s that need to get stuff out there, you know?

I just got back to school. My Easter was the epitome of boring. I went to Wal Mart to get laundry detergent, and that's about it. So, I watched Sci-fi all weekend. And Chiller. Ever heard of Chiller? It's pretty much one of the greatest channels out there, right up there with Fuse, HGTV, and BBC. They show horror and suspence stuff all day. Apparently my dad discovered it a few weeks ago and hasn't changed the channel since, except for Supernatural and the Sci-fi Saturday movie.

I showed a picture of Facebook guy to everyone. My sister and mom think he's cute from what they could tell from the itsy bitsy picture, and my dad thinks he looks like a hippie. Mind you, that might actually be considered a compliment coming from my dad, who usually refers to any guy I like as a fruitcake. So, then when I got back guess who got back about a second after me? So I go over to my mom after he gets into the building, and I'm like "That's him." And The first thing she says is "Oh, he's really cute!" The very next thing she says is "But he has a lot of hair." Oh my god. What's their deal? I actually like a guy that doesn't wear make up, doesn't wear women's clothes, doesn't have any visible tattoos or peircings, doesn't have blue or purple hair, and she still has a problem with him. Why on earth does her second reaction have to be to his hair? They're both so effing hung up on looks that even when I find a guy I like who looks normal, they have to find something wrong. Luckilly my dad didn't notice him. I'm afraid he would have said something if he had seen him.

I wonder how they've dealt with me all my life. Let's face it, I don't have a single stylish bone in my body. Well, maybe I have one or two, but they've got to be really small insignificant ones I never use. I wear old jeans and random Goodwill tee shirts. I never wear make up, and when I do, it's just way too much eyeliner. I'm starting to be glad I don't know what they think of me.