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My neighbor refuses to drag his trash can up the driveway, he pulls it with his hand sticking out the car window as he drives.

Dear readers,

I hope you all know that today is Suicide Prevention Day. If you didn't, I hope I just made you care. If you don't, go reevaluate your life purpose.

I've never known a suicide completer, but I know people who have been depressed to the point of planning or even attempting to take their own life. I've never been there myself, but I can understand that feeling of not being good enough, of not feeling important, of trying your hardest to connect with someone but feeling alone regardless. And I can tell you, it gets better. It's not even a cliche, it's a truth.

Everyone faces their own challenges and everyone has their own set of circumstances. You might be right when you say no one understand what you're going through. But that doesn't mean they can't understand how you feel about what you go through. If you ever feel down, just try talking to someone. It can make a world of difference.

Back-to-School Blues. (Draft 9.1.12)

I suppose I've been living in some sort of a bubble this summer, some sort of selectively permeable barrier that only my geeky old friends, my geekier new friends, and all their geeky influences can cross. (And clearly it's affecting me. I just said "selectively permeable".) And now that school is impending, I've been trying to figure out what everyone else has been up to. I don't want to be completely left in the dark come the first day. I expected the usual- long weekends at the beach, basking in death sun rays, lots of swimming and internet surfing... But it's taken one awful school football game and about two hours of Facebook stalking to figure out what everyone else has really been up to.

So now you want to know why I've been in my own little bubble rather than with everyone else at the mall or the pool? Because I don't share their interests in

• dancing around stripper poles
• discovering what a rush 4LOKO gives
• grinding on each other
• drinking, a lot, and then possibly driving
• taking pictures of my own ass
• saying "luhhh youuu" to each other
• fishing for compliments from horny and hormonal teenage boys
• hooking up with mediocre football players, and then showing up to games with their name painted on their stomach

(For the record, not everyone did this. My friends and I spent the summer either at marching band or doing our homework. The only parties we went to involved lightsaber duels and takeout Chinese food.)

My mom tells me I march in my sleep.

Aim to please, shoot to kill.

 

Sigmund Freud, right?

Within the past two or three months, I have heard his name mispronounced as both "Freed" and "Fred". 

What the fuck?!

Back from DMA!

I spent the beginning of this week at Drum Major Academy learning how to lead and perform in a marching band color guard. Obviously, I learned a lot of leadership tips, routines, and cool moves, but my favorite part of being there was probably my new friends and the crazy things they said.

So adding "and shit" at the end of any sentence makes it sound thug, right? Not really.

"I went to the bathroom and shit."
"I was in the pool and shit."
"I smell cookies and shit."
"I stepped in a puddle and shit."

And as my new friend Brooke said, "Make sure when you're twirling your flag to toss it and shit." I told her, "Raise your mace and shit!"


Stupidity never ends. That night, we were walking back to our dorms in a thunderstorm after evening sessions, and I heard a girl behind me say - wait for it-
"Good thing we're under a tree!"

*epic facepalm*

Stupidity is also not taking rehearsal seriously when you have a show to put together in 4 days. This is what stupidity looks like on the field.

Steel City.

These murals are supposedly all over Pittsburgh.  Too bad I didn't know about it when I went, or I would have looked for them all.

I know my essay is supposed to be black Times New Roman on a white background... but this makes it so much easier to look at.

Never go to class without having something to kill time with.

I should have learned.

I do believe I've been here.

So... pageviews are going down drastically. I don't know if it's because most of my audience was reading in school or because I've become boring... anyway, if you're still here, keep reading!

Weep not for roads untraveled
Weep not for paths left lone
'Cause beyond every bend is a long blinding end
It's the worst kind of pain I've known

Give up your heart left broken
And let that mistake pass on
'Cause the love that you lost wasn't worth what it cost
And in time you'll be glad it's gone.

Weep not for roads untraveled
Weep not for sights unseen
May your love never end, and if you need a friend
There's a seat here alongside me.

Posting for future reference.

My favorite rogue artist:

Reblog: serial killers and rapists

ramirezdahmerbundy:

The FBI study on sexual and serial homicides refers to a study of 108 convicted serial rapists and their 389 victims. The data collected from this study is very valuable, as serial homicide is mostly a sexual crime and often begins or ends with rape. Rape had occurred in 98 percent of the serial homicides studied by the FBI: 56 percent before the victims death and 42 percent after death. The study identified four types of rapists; some experts are now urging that these types be applied to serial killer classification systems:

• Power-reassurance (or compensatory rapist): This type of rapist often has a rape fantasy that his victim actually likes it and will fall in love with him as a result of the rape. He may attempt foreplay and to make a date with his victim afterward. Rape results from sexual arousal and loss of self-control. The rapist is called compensatory because of his terminal sense of inadequacy, which leads him to believe that no “normal” woman would want to have sex with him, unless he compensates it with rape. The rape is a highly sexual act and the offender often has a history of sexual behaviour such as voyeurism, excessive masturbation, and exhibitionism. He will do what the victim allows him to do.

• Power-assertive (or exploitative rapist): The sexual component is less important here, and the rape is more of an expression or aggression in which the rapist needs to build his own fragile ego and sense of inadequacy by humiliating his victims, dominating them, and having them submit to him.

• Anger-retaliatory (or displaced rapist): The sexual attack is an expression of anger and rage. The victim often serves as a stand-in for the rapists real object of hate. The behaviour can vary from simple rape to highly elaborate acts of murder and mutilation. Edmund Kemper might be described as a displaced rapist, because he killed eight victims before finally killing the person he actually wanted to - his mother. Most displaces personalities, however, do not get an opportunity to kill the subject of their deep hate, and this continue killing “innocent” victims.

• Anger-excitation (or sadistic rapist): The sexual act is an expression of aggression fused with sexual desire. In a cycle, sexual arousal gives rise to aggressive desire, which in turn further arouses the rapist. Sometimes the attack begins as a consensual seduction, but then escalates in intense and violent sexual aggression. The rapist often focuses his attack on parts of the victims body such as the breasts, anus, buttocks, mouth, and genitals. Paul Bernardo was an example of the sadistic personality.

Rise Against - Survivor Guilt

Light painting epicness.

 This is what happens when my sisters and I get together with a laser and a camera.