Saturday, April 30, 2011


Merry Beltane, my dear followers.

My throat burns because I just got done choking on a piece of chocolate. I'll take some Tylenol for it later.

I realized something today. Donald Trump is an even bigger bastard than I originally thought. There are plenty of things he can do with his time and money, like contributing to cleaning up the Gulf oil spill, starving children in Africa, etc. But, of course, he's spending his time and lots of money on trying to prove that Obama wasn't born in this country. It's funny. Obama was, in fact, born in this country, but people are complaining that he wasn't. John McCain, technically, wasn't born in this country. He was born in a U.S. army base located on foreign soil. You don't see anyone fussing over that. Racists...

Girl Scout cookies contain palm oil. Palm oil comes from rain forests. Sign this:

Fur is murder. So is wool: 

Friday, April 29, 2011

Good music is good...

Our very last orchestra concert of the year is on May 19th. Ms. Pham let us see the poster for it, and it's A-MA-ZING!! It's all colorful and prettyful and it makes you want to sit there and stare at it for a long time. I'm very happy with the songs we're doing, too. We sound so much better than we did at the beginning of the year. And all of the orchestra levels are doing Journey's "Don't Stop Believing" together. Yeah, I know you're jealous... Anyway, if anyone reading this lives in the Hoffman area, you should drop by HEHS at 7 PM and check it out ;)

I've been posting a lot of videos lately... this one isn't going to be an exception D:

I've been playing Aion a lot lately, and this is very entertaining for me... Zikel was an Elyos playground back in 2009, and it's an Elyos playground now. I, a lvl 40 Asmodian sorcerer, am at the bottom of the PvP food chain.
I gave a reading to an atheist yesterday. He told me (unwillingly) that it was fairly accurate. I was very, very satisfied.

Another Inkubus Sukkubus song that isn't about vampire sex? Hell yes.

I'm a very, very stranger person. Of course I already knew that, but I seem to be getting stranger all the time. I like being different. I like taking paths in life that few have ventured on, and I like standing out in a crowd. But I also have a strong need to be understood. I find this ironic... How can anyone understand me if I always aim to be different?

The world's oil supply will run out in 100 years if we keep using it at the rate we are. Depressing, isn't it? I don't plan on having any children, but still, I feel sorry for that generation. It's not like we're going to do anything about it until it's too late, because humans are lazy.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Depressing lullabys

As depressing as it is, I love it, love it, LOVE IT!! I feel so sorry for Mordred... That lullaby has to be just as depressing, if not more so than:

Yeah, not much to say today. I'm going to finish my Biology homework (ughhh) and then go to bed. Good night, my little ducklings.

Cats, graphics and music

I have some videos to share today.

First up:

Aren't they just adorable? My cat would never be that tolerant of a bird, baby or not. She'd probably try to eat em...

Those are the REAL graphics. Oh my gawd... imagine the lag... but it's soooo pretty, so it'll be worth it. I can't believe people still play WoW when NCSoft makes such beautiful games.

I'm so glad I found this band... they're amazing.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011


One post before I try and get some sleep (which isn't likely... sleep hasn't come easily for me this week).

I have a mind, so I'm capable of thought. Since I'm capable of thought, I can form opinions, like all human beings. Just because your opinions may differ from mine, I won't treat you any differently unless you directly threaten me with your beliefs. I expect to be treated the same way, but unfortunately, if you have a mind, you're capable of rejecting new ideas and the people who carry them with insults. Please, don't be offended by anything I say. Just because I don't agree with something that's your whole world, doesn't mean I think less of you as a human being.

Tolerance. The whole world would be a better place if everyone had it.

What's the influence for this post? Humanity... just... humanity....

On a lighter note, Beltane is coming up, which means strawberries dipped in chocolate and may-gads (decorated wands) and flowers and warm weather (hopefully).

Bombs and Tarot Cards

I actually had an eventful school day today. There was a power outage during my seminar. It was awesome. I was working on my World History notes and then all the sudden, BAM, darkness. The girls I was hanging with before it happened were on the computers when it happened... they didn't look too happy.

We were put on soft lockdown 3rd block because of a bomb threat. They, literally, searched EVERYTHING. I was stuck in math when it happened. After the announcement about the bomb, and after my teacher searched the classroom, he whacked the board with his meter stick and said "okay kids, math is da bomb in here, alright?" We were all cracking up. There were cops everywhere too. And our principal sounded like he wanted to kill someone.

We had a pre-WW1 simulation in World History that was rather entertaining. We were all put in fictional versions of European countries and had to make certain deals with each other without starting a war. By the end of the simulation, we were all killing each other. My country (Penland) was the fictional version of Germany. I was screwed.

Lastly, I'm on a roll with my tarot card readings. I remember when I started out with them, only about 60% of my readings were true, now I can say with confidence that over 80% turn out to be true. I gave some kids in my Art + Design class some readings, and one of them suggested I should start charging for a reading. Nah, good Wiccans don't ask for money for readings. Or so I was told. Apparently it violates either the Rede or the Oradin Laws. I'm not sure about the Oradin Laws, since I haven't read them all, but I can sort of see how it fits into the Wiccan Rede and it's idea of the Threefold Law.

Monday, April 25, 2011

Just shoot me already

I'm hungry for good literature, a nice hot cappuccino and a cold and wet afternoon. But it's 11:28 PM and I have no other options left but to sleep away the dark hours and rise with the sun.

I've been neglecting my research on meditation (Goddess knows I need inner peace) with long periods of unconsciousness (aka: 4 hour naps) and unproductive scribblings of poetry and failed attempts at novels. Occasionally I'll do schoolwork. That reminds me, I have to finish a study guide for English. Ughhh, more work.

Donald Trump is an idiot. The day a modern business will be able to run a country is the day that pigs will grow wings and birds will grow curly tails. You can't run a government like a business IMO. It just doesn't work that way. 

We're really just a sick Oligarcy

I'm exhausted. I couldn't even get an hour of sleep in last night... I got to bed at 11-ish (which is early for me) and I was up all night tossing and turning. What's weird is I thought I kept hearing bells and loud beeps... but it was in my head, not in the physical realm around me. Have I officially gone insane? Probably not. I've never had any sanity.

Ughhh, I have to make up a Biology quiz tomorrow. I hate that class...

Here, have a song lyric:

"The Boy Vs. The Cynic, Chapter one, page one.
I'll start from the top...
I’ll embrace dreams again when I can breath again
And at that point I won’t be needing them
It became clear to me that I was fighting a war I couldn’t win
You don’t make it on your own merit
Only royalty inherits the kingdom
And that’s a system good intentions can’t help
Your courage is not good here so don’t try to excel
What a sad day when you realize nothing can change
The revolution didn’t leave you it never came
There will be no parades, no royal balls
Just long days topped off with last calls for alcohol
Go to sleep wake up and repeat the same routine
Smooth skin dressed with wrinkles and brown eyes
With dark rings and entertainers sing of extremes that don’t exist for you or me
When real life is reality TV no wonder our youth don’t believe in anything
It’s all a joke there are no heroes just those of us with high hopes
It’s just not that simple
I’m not trying to save it all I just want to create a ripple
And even if one individual is affected it’s monumental with an unusual perspective
That’s beautiful in essence traditional thinking won’t suggest this
Is life really that precious well yes it is
But there will be no celebrations or congratulations
No pat on the back just your mind intact
And the freedom to feel your heart beat at the speed of life
Go to sleep tonight knowing you did it right
And rest easy outside of a system that resents you for not doing what they expect you to do
Psychologically wear you down and then they make the suggestion that you get on a prescription to deal with your depression
Anxious lazy temperamental obese
That’s what money makers like to call a disease
And they’ll be looking for or creating new problems with profitable solutions
To solve them but you won’t get any better you’ll just come back for more
Until your medicine drawer is filled with unreliable cures
And that’s the way of the beast
And I can’t do nothing about it
I could shout it in a room that’s crowded but I doubt it’d make a difference
So ignorance will be my disguise cause 21st century America likes its witchcraft civilized"

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Cold Betrayal

I am
the scars of
a painful past.

I am
the agony of
cold betrayal.

I am
the secret
you refused
to keep.

I am
the shadows
that call
you at night.

I am
The truth
You refuse
To tell.

I am
the nothingness
that waits
for you,
and only you.

RWJ used to be a GOD

I use to watch RWJ back when his show was about politics. I remember his rants about Sarah Palin and Rob Blagojevich's idiocy, and jokes about Obama's stimulus package. He used to be funny without having to try so hard. You know what happened to him? Ray needed a job. No one would hire him because he was considered "dangerous" because of how vocal he was about politics. Now, all of those videos are gone and have been replaced with... well...

.... that. Sad, isn't it?

Why. Why must society put a damper on brilliant minds? Rant about politics when you're not being paid to do so? "Ohh, sorry hun, we can't hire you because you're DANGEROUS." Being proud of your religion? "Ohh, sorry hun, we can't hire you because you're a RELIGIOUS FANATIC."

Like all lower-middle-class Americans, I need a job, even though I'm *only* 15. Is that going to stop me from speaking my mind? Hell no.

After all, I'm here to rant, not make friends.

~ Julie

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Dead pets are the best. They don't die or break your heart.

Well, this is my first entry. This blog won't revolve around anything specific, just my random thoughts or anything that I want to talk about.

Easter is tomorrow. Am I doing anything special? Not really. My mom and I are having a "fancy" dinner. But that's it. I'm not exactly religious in the Christian aspect.

I'm frustrated. I want a RP group/buddy, but I don't want to work my ass off looking for one that shares my same interests. I don't really care who they are, just as long as they can continue an interesting story with me.

Tornadoes have destroyed my country.... part of it, anyway. Storms like that are fantastic in a terrible way. They have so much power... tossing cars through the air like toys and tearing through buildings, devouring and destroying the things inside. I sorry for the poor people who have to go through such terrible things.

I'm not here to make friends. I am here to rant.

Yours truly,