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lololololol my dad the sperm donor is in ICU 

About two weeks ago my mother was retarded enough to let the sperm donor stay with her at her apartment. The reason being that my brother had asked her if he could stay with her or some crap and she only allowed it because that's what my brother wanted. My mom is fucking lucky that I don't live with her. I was told that my mom had only gone to her second job for one day out of the week that my dad was there for. She couldn't go to work because she got too drunk to go.

If I had been there with my dad the sperm donor and my drunk mother I would have fucking killed myself. No lie. I'm serious. I can't stand my mother when she's drunk. Although, it's funny when she tries to shit talk and she thinks she's so clever and witty, but she's not, and I don't take her shit when she's drunk. I talk back to her when she's drunk and then she starts crying, because the truth hurts, but it's okay, she forgets it all after she's gone to sleep and wakes up. Unfortunately, unlike her, I don't have the pleasure of being able to forget her drunken conversations.

Anyway, I would say what I don't like about my "dad" but there really isn't much to say. It's not that I don't like him, I just don't care for him; he doesn't mean anything to me. I remember that when I was younger my "aunt" (she's not really my aunt but she was my mom's good friend and my mom never had any siblings) had asked me why I loved my father. I was young so I really didn't understand and I was confused by her question. Then she asked me if I loved him just because I supposed to; because a child is supposed to love their parents. That was exactly case. She told me that I didn't have to love him, or care about him, because if he had really loved my mom, my brother, me, that he would be a real father. From that day on, I never really meant telling my father, "I love you."

My father is a loser. He's never been able to keep a steady job for more than a couple of months. My grandparents tried so many times to help him with school (dumbass never graduated from highschool). My mom has never received a single penny from him, or any other type of help with raising my brother and me. There's also a load of other crap but I don't want to waste my time typing it up.

My mom finally got tired of him staying with her and she sent him back to live with his girlfriend or whatever it is. He sent me a picture of him and his "girlfriend" and she's fuuuuucking ugly. She look like a man, I swear it. My mom has to be the prettiest woman he's ever dated cause the rest are all crack heads, literally. She kicked him out because all he did was lay around her apartment for the whole week and didn't do anything. He said he was sick and throwing up blood and he couldn't do anything. 

A couple days after kicking him out he was put into ICU. See, this is the part that I don't understand. This man has no job, no medical insurance, he has a warrant for his arrest, and he's able to be treated in the hospital with specialist looking after him? I don't even think he's going to have to pay his hopitalization either. Shit like this pisses me off. All the people that are basically leeches always have free crap handed to them. Then the people that work hard have to work even harder for any type of help. It's disgusting.

His specialist doctor people gave him a year to live, at least that's what he told my mom. I think he'll live longer than a year. I hope he lives until all his spawn are 18 and older. Why? So that his spawn don't receive any money from the state because he's dead. Yeah, for some reason the state will give his children money because he died or something I don't understand how it works, but my brother and I won't be able to collect on it because we're not under 18. Fucking suck.


Long story short; my "father" is in ICU and I don't care.

Just got home.
Feel like shit.
I'm going to cut straight to the point --- WITH BULLETS!
My brain can't function well enough to form real sentences and I may, or may not (most likely this option), type this shit up again.

From the 25th to the 28th at was at some monastery festival shit and this is basically what went down: 

• Sore throat and feeling kinda shitty before I left on Thursday
• Sore throat doesn't go away
• Slept wrong the first night and made my allergies worse
• Woke up on Friday and my head, face, nose, ears, and throat are all sore/hurting
• Have to help my grandfather set up his display for his woodcrafts so I can't lay around the trailer to help make me feel less miserable
• Nothing much else happened on Friday because it was just setting up
• Saturday, still feeling shitty
• Before the shit started a couple of the monks went around a blessed all the vendors
• My grandma finally arrived some time in the afternoon
• My grandma keeps ditching my grandpa at his booth and I go with her (shit gets boring sitting there all day)
• People suck
• People who don't buy shit suck even moar
• I fuck up on giving change back to customers because my head is so fucked up
• Damn Boy Scouts are there
• Can't pick up any guys cause it's either blasphemous (monks) or pedophilia (Boy Scouts)
• My mom calls Saturday night telling me that my dad is in ICU and she actually thought that I would care (LULZ)
• Still feeling shitty Sunday morning
• blahblahblah
• Still having problems counting change back and just using my head in general (MUST BE HOW BELLA FEELS LIKE) 
• Grandma and Grandpa argue like an old married couple
• blahblah don't care what happened
• Saw a giant nasty ass bug
• Put all the shit away
• Somehow, my grandparents got the truck stuck in the dirt
• I was rescued by a bloody-nose so I didn't have to help with the truck
• Put shit in the trailer
• Got to go home with my grandmother
• My mom never came to visit (DAMN LIAR)
• Drove by the fucking San Andres Fault (WTF?!)
• Never wrote more about Lulzlandiah
• Still feel like shit but my throat doesn't hurt anymore!

It's just the book that keeps on giving. Yes, you know what I'm talking about.
Just FYI, this isn't going to be very lulzy. Well, I lie, it WILL be lulzy because of the source from where this comes.

Before we start the lulz I have a serious question to ask you.
Would you, at any time, condone the use of a substance for the purpose of which it was not intended to be used?

Now, the specifics of the question -- cuz sum of yous is wantin' moar 411z, AND I HATE YOU IF YOU DO!
You would use this substance incorrectly for the first and only time -- or so you claim. You also know that what you're doing is wrong and you personally don't approve of using in such a way. The only reason you're doing it is so that you would be able to be prepared for your undeclared date with the person you get wet over.

Would you still use that substance, whatever it may be (hay, you bitches get creative about what you're using and WHY you're using it), given this new information?

Well fuck, I still have to ask, eventhough most of you already know what I'm on about.


Here is an answer to the above question:
"I was relieved when it was late enough to be acceptable for bedtime. I knew I was far too stressed to sleep, so I did something I'd never done before. I deliberatley took unnecessary cold medicine -- the kind that knocked me out for a good eight hours. I normally wouldn't condone that type of behavious in myself, but tomorrow would be complicated enough without me being loopy from sleep deprivation on top of everything else. While I waited for the drugs to kick in, I dried my clean hair till it was impeccably straight, and fussed over what I would wear tomorrow. With everything ready for the morning, I finally lay in my bed. I felt hyper; I couldn't stop twitching. I got up and rifled through my shoebox of CDs until I found a collection of Chopin's nocturnes. I put that on very quietly and then lay down again, concentrating on relaxing individual parts of my body. Somewhere in the middle of that exercise, the cold pills took effect, and I gladly sank into unconciousness." 
                                 --- FROM THE BOOK THAT KEEPS ON GIVING 
                                     (Twilight)


There goes Stephenie Meyer, telling the youth of this generation that it's okay to abuse cold medicine if it's just for a one-time use. NICE GOING THAR CHICA! Let the next dilemma be how Bella hasn't eaten for a week because she's too nervouse for her OFFICIAL DATE with Eduardo McCullenz. Her remedy: taking a few hits from a doobie to mellow her out and give her the munchies. To the youth of the world: it's okay to abuse substances; only if you have a date, in which you may get some after, and you're really nervous about it.

I know that most people wouldn't agree to such a thing. Yes, even though it's cold medicine, but that's not the point. The point is that it could have been anything. Also, people really do abuse cold medicine and that is why all the good shit is under lock and key at stores. Well, it's also under lock because people cook meth with it, but that's not the point either. Just wanted to give Stephenie Meyer a congratulatory, "NICE JERB U DID THAR." Morals? What morals? I don't need them because I don't follow them!

Fucking, if Bella needed to sleep she should have read Twilight, oh wait that wouldn't work. Oh well, I suppose she could have a read a journal she wrote because she's sooooooo boring. Then again, with such a boring and normal life as hers I'm sure she wouldn't have been able to write anything. I just love how she skipped right down to the easiest option to solve her problem. Really everyone, that's how you should live life. Don't try other means to solve your problems and go straight to the easiest solution, even though that solution is obviously the wrong one.

Yeah, someone is going to come along (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE) and say that I'm going over board with this thing. I admit that maybe I am, but fuck. These aren't messages that should be sent out to an easily influenced audience. I fail to see how this book was able to get published because this is the littlest thing that is flawed with this surprisingly best seller. I truly fear the world I live in today, because this book became a best seller. Future, I hope you never come. Please spare me the pain of having to live along with the stupidity that purchased this book.


Bonus: When Bella mentioned her twitching I was hoping she had overdosed on her cold medicine. My hopes were killed when I realized I was under half way through the book. Upon realizing that I wasn't even half way to the end I began to cry. I knew she wouldn't O.D., because that would have been INTERESTING and it would have created CONFLICT, but I still hoped for it.

FYI, I wouldn't have minded if the book was about drugs and substance abuse among teens, because that shit does happen in real life. But that isn't what the book is about. The only serious issue this book brings up is bad literature. I am convinced that this book only exists to be mocked.

I believe that the name of the stadium was lost in translation. It's really the Coolhorn Nest.

I'm also working on drawing the heads of the Fuwa. They're so cute! Can you tell I'm really fucking bored? ;o; 

I'm a bit amazed and disgusted about how my posts are recently about anime. This is when I think I need to go out and get a fucking life. Then I think about all the crap I haven't blogged about because I get lazy with my blogs. Anyway, this post is more for Kyoko since she wanted to know what I thought about Gurren Lagann. 

I had no clue what the hell Gurren Lagann was about before watching and I still don't really have a clue. I'm very glad that i didn't know it had mechs. If someone had told me beforehand that it did I would not have watched it. I don't know why I like mechs, I just don't. Actually, I don't really like technologically advanced weapons. I think fighting with mechs and guns, or whatever else, is pretty much pussy. I'd rather watched hand-to-hand combat with people getting shanked and shit; nothing like a good ol' stabbing by a piece of pointy, sharpened, steel. 

The things I knew about the show were literally found out minutes before watching. These two awesome cosplayers that I came across EVERY. SINGLE. FUCKING. DAY. at AX in the shuttle happened to be cosplaying from Gurren Lagann, which I had not known at the time. What I found out today, minutes before watch the show, was that one cosplayer was Yoko and the other was Kamina.  Well, I knew Yoko's name before today because I saw pictures and her name everywhere online but I didn't know she was from Gurren Lagann. Then Kamina, I had never seen shit of him before, except his glasses face but I thought that was a totally different character. Damn, those cosplayers fucking pwned. The guy had henna done for Kamina's tattoos, sure they weren't blue but you have to admire the dedication. I can't quite remember how long he said it took but I know it took well over three hours and it cost him quite a bit too to have that done. The Yoko cosplayer also had that canon/gun thing, fuck me I don't know what the hell it's called. I feel bad for her poor feet from wearing those boots all day. 

I watched to see what all the type was about and for Yoko's mighty fine breasts; mostly for the breasts. I must admit that I'm damn jealous that Simon got to have his face shoved into her cleavage. Fuck that Simon, he keeps scoring with all the win that show; Leeron hit on him! I think Leeron is my favorite character. He's too fab for that fucking show. Leeron is in serious need of his own show about gay magical adventures where he battles evil by winking stars at them. 

Gurren Lagann really has too much silly shit going on for my tastes. The things that are saving it are Yoko's bewbs, Yoko's "thunder thighs" (as dubbed by Kamina), and Leeron. For the sake of my sanity, I hope the show will center more around Simon than Kamina. Kamina is just too loud mouthed, confident, cocky (lulz cock), and etc., basically all that shit I hate. For some reason he kind of reminds me of Ichigo. I think I draw that comparison due to the fact that they both go and run off to do some fuck ass retarded shit before thinking about it, like all the other male leads of most shounen anime/manga.

I like how the mechs aren't like traditional mechs. I also do enjoy the dirty humor I can get out of things. Like when those girls said that if they didn't be careful that Simon would drill them too. That shit had me lawling for a bit. There was also the party where Kamina was mumbling some shit in his sleep and up comes Simon and you see the tip of the drill. I was like woah wtf erection?! Nice dream thar you having Kamina, is that shit painful? That was my reaction before finding out it was a drill. 

Mmm, I'm not really sure what else to say about it. There's definitely more good than bad going on in the show to keep me watching. The things that I do dislike basically only just revolve around Kamina, but fuck him, he's not ruining this for me.


tl;dr I watched for Yoko's bewbs but I stayed for Leeron's fab