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yeah I totally forgot I had this thing. Wow. Maybe I should use it more often, or something.
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[04 Apr 2006|10:48am] |
Your results:
You are Catwoman
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| Superman |
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| Batman |
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| Robin |
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| Spider-Man |
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| Iron Man |
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| The Flash |
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| Hulk |
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| Supergirl |
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| Wonder Woman |
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| Green Lantern |
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You have had a tough childhood,
you know how to be a thief and exploit others
but you stand up for society's cast-offs.
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Click here to take the Superhero Personality Test
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| Burger King Sucks! |
[29 Mar 2006|02:29pm] |
I'm pissed off now. This billboard was spray painted on by activists. I hate Burger King now. How could they do something so insensitive about this when they HAD a vegan burger on the menu for such a long time?
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[29 Mar 2006|11:14am] |
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musicsoccer: life just sucks i lost someone im givin up she found someone theres plenty more girls are such a drag
Sailor Pluto 247: what?
musicsoccer: its a blink 182 song
Sailor Pluto 247: oh
Sailor Pluto 247: that would explain why i had no idea
musicsoccer: lol
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Okay, a quick little update:
There is a 90% chance that I will be going to Japan exactly one month from today for a whole month. Wow. In any case, I should be able to access the internet while I am there. If I can, I will be posting a diary where I have been and what is going on in a new journal. It will not be friends only. Fun fun. I am scared shitless, LOL. But, I am taking this incredible opportunity as a privilege, and I am going to enjoy it to the fullest. Once I leave, I will probably have difficulty contacting people, but I will do my best. Maybe I can get a phone card or something. Well, thats about it. Wish me luck!
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| Fun with Shane #2 |
[12 Mar 2006|06:54pm] |
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Sailor Pluto 247: *purrs* =^_^=
LostCitySaint: cute
Sailor Pluto 247: *kitty scent marking with face*
LostCitySaint: ^_^
LostCitySaint: cuuuuute
Sailor Pluto 247: *batting @ Shanes hair*
LostCitySaint: :-D
LostCitySaint: haha
LostCitySaint: you're adorable
Sailor Pluto 247: *lick*
LostCitySaint: hot
Sailor Pluto 247: ROFL
LostCitySaint: ;-)
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| SO CORNY! |
[12 Mar 2006|04:43pm] |
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So we (my family) and I are looking through the entertainment book to find a place to eat for dinner. And Dad stops and looks at this foot locker coupon. Jenna says "mmmmm, I want to eat a shoe!" Dad says "That would be SOLE food!!"
Most horrible joke, EVER!
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[05 Mar 2006|01:12am] |
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So, tonight I am crying for two different reasons. I miss Greg so much, he was always there for me no matter what. And hes not here for me anymore. He would always listen to me no matter what, and now when I need him more than ever, why does he have to be dead? Its not fair. He doesn't have to suffer anymore, about anything. I envy that. And I am selfish, because he wanted his pain to end so badly. I should be happy for him, but instead, I am bitching about how he isn't here to help me with mine. Greg was the most decent human being I know, aside from the shoplifting. The sweetest thing he ever did for me, was last year. One of the last times I saw him. He happened to be home for the weekend, so I went and picked him up. We watched Moulin Rouge, and he got all fucked up on cough medicine, which I STILL do not understand to this day. He spent the night to keep me warm. Cause, anybody who knows me knows that I am cold all the time. My biggest complaint was that my apartment was freezing (I still have the same problem in a different apartment), and I didn't have anybody to keep me warm (I got stuck with this problem again too). So he kept me warm for the night, just by laying in bed with me. We didn't do anything besides sleep a good distance apart, except when he rolled over and put his arm over me, haha. He was just being a good friend and letting me steal his body heat. Greg is the only guy I ever non-romantically spent the night with. I think it is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. I will never forget what a good friend he was, and I don't think I will ever find anybody capable of being as good of a friend. Even though hes not alive anymore, he's still my best friend. He never judged me, never got mad at me for anything, and he always had the best advice. I always thought that heaven and hell were just bullshit stories, and I still do. But part of me hopes that something like heaven does exist, cause Greg certainly deserves to be there if that is the case. I feel so guilty for not visiting him since it got cold out. I know he would understand, but, I still think its no excuse. I feel like I didn't do enough. I didn't make enough effort to go see him when he was alive. I mean, he was my best friend, and we barely ever hung out. If he was still here, I would drive to Ypsi every day. Of course, if he were alive now, he would have been attending OCC, so it wouldn't be an issue. I miss him so much. I guess I am just happy hes not in pain anymore. I miss the way he would pet my head, and I miss his laugh. I miss the way he told you to shut up when you were picking on him. SO many things, I will never forget him. Months later, and I still can't deal with the fact that hes gone. I will never find another friend like him, and I don't think I would want to if I could. Greg was really special, and there will always be a place in my heart, just for him. I'll never forget............
I am going to try and never take my friends for granted again. I know I took his frienship for granted, and now hes gone, and yeah.
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[19 Feb 2006|02:08pm] |
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i hit jenna in the face with my slipper this morning.
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| FRIENDS ONLY! |
[13 Sep 2005|04:42pm] |
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Okay, so, heres whats up. Due to my stalker leaving me a note, AT WORK, explaining that he's NOT stalking me, which really proves that he is, because how else is he gonna know that I thought he was stalking me unless he read my live journal, and if hes not stalking me, then why is he reading my live journal? This journal is now going to be FRIENDS ONLY please comment if you would like to be added. If will take me a while to edit all of my entries and make them friends only.
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[23 May 2005|03:23pm] |
ABC News
Research Suggests Farm Animals Are Surprisingly Intelligent
One sheep in a British study correctly identified a human face on a
screen 50 times in 50 chances. (ABC News)
BERKSHIRE, England, May 22, 2005 If you could talk to the animals,
would they have anything to say? New research suggests they might.
Testing the IQ of a sheep may seem laughable. But at the Babraham
Institute in Cambridge, England, they know better. One sheep who got a
reward every time she recognized a human face correctly on a video
screen scored a perfect 50 out of 50.
"If it was a monkey, no one would have any problems, possibly even if
it was a dog," said Keith Kendrick, a neurologist at Babraham. "They
would say, 'Yeah, yeah, that's expected.' But a sheep, no one really
believes."
Pigs, Chickens, Cows
And it's not just sheep.
Hamlet the pig is a computer wiz. He gets a reward every time he uses a
joystick designed for a chimp to move a cursor into a blue area on a
computer monitor. A Jack Russell terrier couldn't achieve such a task
after a year of trying.
In other words, pigs are smarter than dogs.
"They're very curious, and they'll charge off on their own," said John
Webster, a professor at the University of Bristol in England. "They
will investigate the world with their noses down and batter through
like a small boy."
New research shows that chickens can be taught to run the thermostat of
the chicken coop, and that even the lowly cow has a surprising inner
life.
Cows have been known to form lifelong friendships, and one recent study
found that they actually show excitement when they've learned something
new "as if they're saying, 'Eureka, I found out how to solve the
problem,' " said Donald Broom, a professor at the University of
Cambridge.
Wrong to Eat Meat?
If farm animals are intelligent creatures, should we all be vegetarians?
"We should eat less meat," said Jane Goodall, who pioneered research on
chimpanzees.
Goodall is a vegetarian.
"I stopped eating meat as soon as I began to really think about it,"
she said. "People actually don't think about it."
John Redmore, who runs an organic farm in England, disagrees.
"We've been eating meat since we've managed to stand on hind legs," he
said. "A natural part of being human is to eat meat."
It's natural to eat animals even if they're smart, he added.
"Yeah, they'd eat us," Redmore said.
But, he added, farm animals should be treated with compassion. After
all, the research shows they may be able to recognize it.
ABC News' David Wright originally reported this story May 14, 2005, on
"World News Tonight."
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| A Sad Day For Seals, Please Read |
[04 Apr 2005|02:27am] |
From the journal of Rebecca Aldworth
Rebecca Aldworth is with the Humane Society of the United States on the ice floes in the Gulf of St. Lawrence, Canada.
"GULF OF ST. LAWRENCE, April 1, 2005—Today we begin by witnessing a slaughter and end at the center of a battle of rights: The sealers' rights, as defined by the Canadian government, to kill baby seals—and our rights to come to the ice floes and peacefully witness and document the slaughter. It is clear the sealers, the fishing industry, and the Canadian government believe these ice floes to be the property of the sealing industry.
This ocean, which belongs to all Canadians, has been commandeered for slaughter.
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The HSUS Seal Watch team is awake at 5 am. The weather forecast is clear, and our pilots give us the go-ahead to fly to the seal hunt. We are anxious to get out to the ice. Two days of the hunt have passed, and because of the weather we have not been able to witness it.
We know this will be a challenging day for filming. The crew of the Farley Mowat—Sea Shepherd's vessel—were attacked yesterday by club-wielding sealers. The bad weather has been frustrating for the sealers, and some of their boats are getting damaged. They are far more likely to be violent with us today.
Our helicopters leave as soon as we arrive at the hangar. Our first stop will be the Farley Mowat, which is now located at the edge of the seal hunt. We are planning to pick up Sea Shepherd's footage of yesterday's attack because the members of Sea Shepherd are worried it will be confiscated if the Coast Guard boards the boat. We fly in and land. One of our team runs over to the boat and grabs a bag of video tapes. We will turn the footage over to the Royal Canadian Mounted Police and media at Sea Shepherd's request.
We leave for the hunt area and are surprised to see only 25 sealing boats operating there. It is likely that many others have already filled up with seal skins and have left for home. We are determined to get as much footage as we can today.
We fly over an area where hundreds of carcasses have been left to rot on the ice. We land next to them. This is always one of the most disturbing parts of the trip: looking at the remains of this slaughter, left on the ice in open graves. By the end of this hunt, the ice will be covered with carcasses. The tiny, skinless seal bodies stare up at us, their eyes still intact.
I find myself noticing tiny details. Their teeth, so small and still developing, now set in a death grimace. The flippers, which so resemble human hands, cut off of the bodies and left at the sides of the carcasses. The skulls of too many of these pups are not even fractured.
These baby seals would have been skinned alive.
We finish documenting this carnage and leave to film sealers at their grizzly work. From the air, we see them running across the ice, clubbing baby seals. We set down our helicopters, split into two teams, and move quickly towards them. Our first team is ahead of us. I am moving my team forward as quickly as possible, but this ice is treacherous, with many areas of open water in between large sheets of slick ice. The other team reaches the sealers before we do.
My team reaches the clubbed baby seals, blood spilling out of them, their soft fur now soaked in it. Several are still breathing torturously, blood pouring out of their noses and mouths. The horror of what I am looking at sinks in.
Suddenly, I hear a shout from ahead and see a sealer running after the first team's ice guide with a hakapik. The sealer is only a few feet away from him, grabbing for his camera, blocking him from moving away with his hakapik. I yell out and begin to run towards them, slipping over the ice as I go.
Suddenly, the sealer notices me coming and changes direction. He runs right at me until he is just feet away, his hakapik held high—the metal spike intimidating as he swings it around and around.
I move back as quickly as I can without falling through the ice.
I am not afraid of this man. If he hits me, we will get it on film. But we need to do everything in our power to maintain the 10-meter distance that is a condition of our observation permits. I call out to the others to back away, and then I find myself yelling at the sealer as he chases me—"I am from Newfoundland"—as though that will mean anything to him.
He says he knows exactly who I am and tells me I am not a real Newfoundlander. This is nothing new for me. There are those from my province who believe that anyone with a differing viewpoint is a traitor.
Our camera people have gotten enough footage in this area, and we move across the ice to where another sealer is working. He doesn't mind being filmed, casually asking if anyone has a pack of cigarettes for him.
It is incongruous. This sealer is practically joking with us as his hakapik bashes in the skulls and faces of defenseless pups. Some of them cry out as he advances. But he is merciless. He beats them to death, one after one.
And he is brutal. He hooks live seals out of the water with the spike of his hakapik, dragging their still moving bodies across the ice to a place where he is better able to club them. One seal refuses to die, and he smashes the hakapik into this baby seal's skull, jaw, and side over and over and over again. Our videographer begins to cry.
It occurs to me how obscene it is that these sealers are forcing these three-week-old seals to comprehend this kind of violence. At first, as they hear their friends slaughtered in the distance, they just appear bewildered. But then, they begin to understand. And these babies try so pathetically to defend themselves from these human predators. They rear their heads back and cry at the sealers, assuming the defensive posture of a much older seal. It is heartbreaking.
We finish filming and begin to retreat from this madness back to our helicopters. But just then, a sealer rushes at us, hakapik held high. He holds it menacingly at me, and for a minute I think he might actually strike me. But once we are back at the helicopters, he finally gives up and goes back to killing seals.
We lift off and fly back to the airport to refuel. At the hangar, a call comes in to my cell phone, advising me that activists on the ice have reported more attacks and even gunfire. The upcoming afternoon's trip promises to be interesting.
As we fly back over the hunt area, we see more and more blood on the ice. The boats have been working their way through areas populated with pups, and now there are just carcasses left across the ice.
We land next to a boat named Grand Makasti. This vessel operates with a helicopter, which spots seals for them and slings sealskins across the ice to the boat. It shows how industrial this hunt has become—far away from the public perception of poor unemployed fishermen simply trying to make a living. The owner of such an expensive boat must be a millionaire.
As we move over the ice to where they are clubbing seals, one crewmember runs at us and circles the group menacingly. He has a knife on his belt, and we try to calm him down. But he gets more and more agitated until it probably occurs to him that he is wasting money and time, and he runs back to continue skinning animals.
On the ice, there are blood trails formed by the skidoos that race across the ice, carrying skins back to the boats. In front of me, two clubbed pups lie next to each other. They would have died in front of each other.
We move on to another hunting area. We move in to film the hunters, but they want to prevent us from getting footage. One grabs his skinning knife and runs at us. I get everyone back, but he is advancing quickly. I am the closest to him, and he threatens me with the knife.
We all back up and form a line. He is still threatening us, and we are worried about moving back to the helicopters. If he follows and damages one of our 'copters, we will be in real danger, unable to leave the ice floes.
He yells at us that we are crazy Americans. That President Bush is killing people in Iraq—how dare we criticize him for seal hunting. I yell back in French, "Nous sommes Canadienes. J'habite a Montreal!" (We are Canadian. I live in Montreal.) But he is too enraged to hear. He screams that he has a job—he is here to kill the seals. He asks me what I am doing here.
I reply, "I am here to save the seals. I am here to stop you."
We have had enough, and we retreat to the helicopters. The sealer follows and stands waving his hands in the air as our helicopter starts up. This is very dangerous. If we take off and he throws something into the helicopter blades, we will crash. One helicopter begins to lift off, but just then we see the Coast Guard helicopter land, so we stop.
I think for a second that they are here to arrest him for attempted assault. For threatening us with a knife. But, in a pattern of behavior long since established up here on the ice, they send him back to work and instead check our observation permits. Here at the hunt, the laws exist to protect the sealers.
Threats of assault, even with weapons, are tolerated here. Our cameras are not. This is because the Canadian government and sealing industry know, as we do, that when the world sees what happens up on the ice floes, this hunt will not be allowed to continue.
And in the end, it will be by shaming Canada with the truth that we will save the seals."
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(X) snuck out of the house
(X) gotten lost in your city
(X) saw a shooting star
(X) been to any other countries besides the united states
( ) had a serious surgery
(X) gone out in public in your pajamas
( ) kissed a stranger
(X) hugged a stranger
(X) been in a fist fight
( ) been arrested (ALMOST)
( ) done drugs
(X) had alcohol
( ) laughed and had milk/coke come out of your nose
(X) pushed all the buttons on an elevator
(X) made out in an elevator
(X) swore at your parents
(X) kicked a guy where it hurts.
(X) been in love
(X) been close to love
(X) been to a casino
( ) been skydiving
(X) broken a bone
( ) been high
(X) skinny-dipped
(X) skipped school
( ) flashed someone
(X) saw a therapist
(X) done the splits
(X) played spin the bottle
( ) gotten stitches
( ) drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour
(X) bitten someone
(X) been to Niagara Falls
( ) gotten the chicken pox
(X) kissed a member of the opposite sex
(X) kissed a member of the same sex
(X) crashed into a friend's car
( ) been to Japan
(X) ridden in a taxi
(X) been dumped
(X) shoplifted
(X) been fired
( ) ever had a crush on someone of the same sex
(X) had feelings for someone who didnt have them back
( ) stole something from your job
( ) gone on a blind date
(X) lied to a friend
( ) had a crush on a teacher
( ) celebrated mardi-gras in new orleans
( ) been to Europe
(X) slept with a co-worker
( ) been married
( ) gotten divorced
( ) had children
(X) saw someone die
( ) been to Africa
(X) Driven over 400 miles in one day
(X) Been to Canada
(X) Been to Mexico
(X) Been on a plane
(X) Seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show
( ) Thrown up in a bar
( ) Purposely set a part of myself on fire
(X) Eaten Sushi
( ) Been snowboarding
(X) Met someone in person from the internet
(X) Been moshing at a rock show
( ) Been to a moto cross show
( ) had real feelings for someone you knew only online
( ) taken partially nude/nude photos of yourself
( ) lost a child
(X) gone to college
( ) graduated college
( ) done hard drugs
(X) tried killing yourself
(X) taken painkillers
(X) love someone or miss someone right now
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[15 Dec 2004|08:07am] |
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i have the best boyfriend ever!!!!!!!!!
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[11 Dec 2004|12:12pm] |
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So, for those of you who don't already know, Adam and I are now officially an item. :) I am positive I picked a good one this time, as he already treats me better than all of my previous boyfriends combined.
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[09 Dec 2004|09:54am] |
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SO, Dimebag is dead..... I did NOT need to know this at 8:27 am on FINALS DAY. Scott is getting himself a new asshole. I only got three fucking hours of sleep. I am so fucking pissed. Must... kill.....
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[08 Dec 2004|11:41am] |
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boys are confusing. maybe i would be better off lesbian.
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