Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite, or Julia, acutally

Hello everyone! I haven't written in AGES! Sham shame. But Julia has requested a post, and a post she shall have! 

Well, I suppose I could tell you all about Sadie's. So basically I went with Michael. I told you about him. He's the one we met skiing. He's lovely. And tall. Aneke (Annika for those of you who don't know how to read that) noticed that. Well, we all did, but she commented on it. Anyway, so we all went to Emily's house, we all being Emily, Michelle, Sophie and I, and got ready. Then we went to Annie's Café and met up with Michael (yeah, he was the only guy. . .) for dinner. It was so much fun. We all laughed SOOOOOOO hard! Then we all paraded off to the dance. First thing Michael says when we get in the door:  "This has to be the lowest-budget dance ever!" That made me laugh. So we kinda danced and talked and did whatever it is you do at dances. It was lovely. 

Oh, I spent the last 2 Sundays doing the on-street driving with Masterdrive. It's been lovely. So yeah. 

Ooohh! We had a swim meet on Thursday. Avery came, which made me laugh. But I swam really well! I got second in the 500 free - I swam a 6:49 - and 3rd in the 200 IM - it was under 3 minutes, a 2:51 I think. So that was fun. 

Ok, I've run out of things to say. Hope you liked it, Juls. NIGHT!

Death, Filming, and other Mildly Interesting Things

HELLO EVERYONE!!!!!

I hope you all enjoyed my hit-man for hire post. I'm not actually attesting to my sanity at the time of the post, because I am a rather crazy person, and remember being way too amused by it. So yeah, sorry if it scared you or anything.

Patrick is going to be the death of me, I swear! I don't think you people understand. We were talking, and I had to write poems for English. So we start swapping poems and whatnot, and that starts this conversation about how we want to be famous. That, in turn, turned into a talk about death. Oh, my god. That kid is so depressing. And so damn smart and emotional and passionate and... like I said, the end of me. He starts going on about what happens when we die, and whether or not there's a heaven, and what happens if we screw up life. So I start telling him my RENT philosophy about living life to its fullest and making every day count, and he's like, what happens if we just disappear? I can't love and write without my existence! Oh, my God. I thought I was going to die. I just lost it. Totally lost it and left. I went upstairs and sat in my bed for a while and wrote this hella depressing poem, which I shall post at a later date. I'm going to do a poetry post. But anyway, I did that and cried myself to sleep. And then I had this terrible dream that he died, and woke up crying. It was not good. In fact, it was quite terrible! And now I can't stop thinking about stuff like death. It's killing me! Killing me, I tell you!

Speaking of killing, my feet are killing me. I just wore the Narnia Night gold stilettoes for like 4 hours for the new Strategy Pictures film (visit the Strategy pictures site). They're doing a spoof of National Treasure; National Treasure 3: Case of the Missing Lipstick, or something along those lines. It's highly entertaining. I'm Britney. You can guess what sort of character I am. That's right, the blond bimbo. And boy, do I look like a prostitute in costume! It's impressive, really. It should be an entertaining movie. 

Hmmm, OOOOHHHHH! Kik is back from Europe. Let's see, what adventures did she have? Well, she was stuck in DIA for about 12 hours, got stuck in DC for a while, where the airline put them up in a lovely hotel and gave them a tour, and then passed out in an Austrian airport. At least her doctor had a sense of humor. While he was examining her, he told her, totally deadpan, that she wasn't pregnant. That made me laugh. Then she taught her friend two German phrases: "Hello," and "Come away with me!" So she and her friend wandered through the streets of Austria and Germany and her friend called out "Hello, come away with me!" to all the cute German and Austrian boys. Sounds like fun! :D And also a drunk Italian pinched her butt. There's a story, eh? Yeah, but I'm frigging jealous of that trip!

Okey dokey. That's all for now, folks!

~the supreme ruler of the universe!

Hit-man For Hire

Hey! Does anyone out there need a hit-man? Because I am putting myself out there as a hit-man. Why? You will ask. Why is such a lovely girl hiring herself out as a hit-man? Or woman, as it were. Because I need money to fund my impending gaming habit. 

Impending, you ask. Yes, impending. Because I still do not actually own World of Warcraft. However, I will be purchasing it some time in the near future. And since it requires payment to keep playing, I need funding to keep that going. Hence my hiring out. So yeah, if you need a hit-man, get in contact. 

Homophobia is Stupid!!!

Hello everyone. I know this is sorta weird for me, having an actual purpose for writing. But today I do. Because it's just something that needs to be said. And I'm going to say it. If you don't agree with me, well, that's your problem, and I think you're an idiot for it. But I digress.

Today, I'm going to talk about homophobia and such. Now, if you don't know me, you're going to look at this and go, "oh, she's about to come out of the closet." I'm not. As far as I know, I'm not in the closet. But I still have feelings in this matter. And I want to talk about them. 

Basically, in the U.S, we're all about equality and freedom and individual rights. Or, at least, that's what we're supposed to stand for. For years - decades, centuries even - we've been fighting to get various groups acceptance and equality. Women's suffrage, racial equality, religious tolerance. The people of the United States have fought for all of that. Sure, there is still the occasional idiot who thinks blacks are inferior, or that women are weak and helpless. There are stupid people out there, and I'm afraid that's not going to change. However, we have accomplished a lot.  Still, there's one more group that faces hate. And it's time that that ends. Now. That group is the Gay community. Various religions condemn being gay as sacrilegious. I want to know how anyone can believe in a God, or Gods, who would condemn a person just for being different. What happened to the God who loves all his children? Frankly, I find that disgusting, a religion condemning people for being different. That seems to me to be sacrilegious. The condemning of gay marriage because it's "destroying the sanctity of marriage"? Ridiculous. Marriage is the eternal union of two people who love each other. Then there are the people who see being gay as wrong, perverted, and disgusting. How can they say that? It's love. Love cannot be wrong. Love is the only thing that is always right! The fact that a person would hate another just because he or she loves somebody of his or her own gender is terrible. There's nothing wrong with it! The worst part, though, in my humble opinion, is the fact that there are people who are against gays just because they're different. Those people who have no reason to hate gays, but choose to anyway. That is absolutely disgusting. The terrible things people say about gays is enough to make anyone sick. 

Do you people get what I'm saying? Am I getting through to you? I can only hope so. If I am getting through to you, thanks. 

I have a book for you to read if you want a beautiful story relating to this. It's called "Keeping You a Secret", by Julie Anne Peters. You'll be enthralled if  you're at all like me. I read it all in one sitting. 

If you don't agree with me, how can I get through to you? Would it help if I found a group of people who decided to make life hell for everyone who, say, played a certain sport? Or people who listened to a certain band? Would that make it penetrate your simian skulls that it's wrong to hate someone just because he or she is different?

I have a mission for those of you who are reading this. Get rid of anti-gay speech where you are. Make people stop saying things like "that's so gay", or "he's a fag" or whatnot. Do the right thing. 

Happy New Year!

Happy 2008, everyone! I hope you all had a lovely New Year's Eve. Hopefully it was slightly more exciting than mine. Of course, I was going skiing the next morning, and that involved getting up at 5:15, so I went to bet at 10. At least it was 2008 on the east coast, right? Come on, people! Work with me here!

Anyway, skiing yesterday (it was yesterday, wasn't it? The 1st.) was pretty fun. It was sooooo cold when we got there. You would not believe how cold it was. It was *drum roll please* NEGATIVE TWENTY when we got there. That, my friends, is COLD. (note the blue writing suggesting how cold it was!) So we hung out and ate muffins and Skittles and talked. Also, Paige's friend Michael met us there. But more about him later. Anyway, once it warmed up, the boys went out for a "test run," and then after a very troublesome procedure, Paige and I got out lift tickets and met up with them. We did a few runs and then hit the A Club for lunch. I love Winter Park. After lunch, we watched Zoey 101 (yeah... but there were little kids there watching, and we weren't going to change it) and various Bowl Games. And then we went on a few more runs, and then went to the Merrill's. They have a steam room! That was fun, being in a hot, steamy room with color-changing lights. Especially since it was me, Paige, Nick, Alex Port, and Marchel. AWKWARD! But it was fun. And we had a water fight with the shower head. Party. That was basically my excuse for New Years because I didn't do anything on the 31st. Which was Packy's birthday, incidentally.I adore Packy. And both Nik and Nick Sommers were trying to hook Paige and Packy up. It worked well, let me tell you. XD

Anyway, Michael! He's really tall, has green eyes (Paige was pretty excited about that), dark hair, and is a Regis boy. But he doesn't know Eric, Nick, or Curtiss. He is friends with Marshall, though. He's a football boy. And also plays long-pole D in lacrosse. He's pretty much adorable. And he boards. Which was nice, because he's kinda new at it, so he sucked about as much as I suck at skiing, so we stayed together. And Paige was totally trying to hook us up, which was okay by me. XD But then, we were watching TV at the A Club, and she kept taking up more and more room on the couch so I was all but in his lap. Not that I cared. 0.0 I'm a terrible person. But then, when we finished skiing, he asked me for my number. I of course had to have a blond moment and totally forget the last 4 digits of it. That made me feel lovely. So then Paige leans over me and mouths to him, "You like her! Ask her out!" or something along those lines. And she he was doing something, I don't remember what, his hand "dropped" and he managed to touch my butt. He was SO embarrassed. He hugged me when he left, which is more than I can say for half my friends. Yeah, and Paige talked to him last night, and he says I "have potential." Boys. 

We had a Secret Santa party at Goody's today. It was so much fun. Good food, funny friends, lots of pictures, presents. What more could you ask for? I love my friends!

Olivia and I are swapping friend pictures. It's pretty exciting, let me tell you! Okay, that's it for today.

~the supreme ruler of the universe