Sunday, December 31, 2006

Real Man (Rap)

Current mood: annoyed
Category: Writing and Poetry


You won't see me lookin'
'cause my minds on someone else
and I'm fine all by myself.
I'm so tired of pleasin' everyone else
and settlin' for bullshit.
I put my standards on the shelf.
But I can't keep excepting the stories.
No more puff puff pass.
No more shame to my glory.
No more drink and ignore me.
Ain't no nigga's it's not me
You say nigga you might be one
But I'm not see
So I guess I'm above thee.
Now yall wanna fight me 'cause I won't join you
Man go puff puff a red pass and get ya dumb ass back to class
You want a women or a slut?
I ain't ya daddy's little girl
I can rock your world without
helpin' you bust a nut.
You need to treat me like the queen I am
'cause I don't want a little boy I want a REAL MAN.
© 2006

Sunday, December 17, 2006

Bury Me In All My Favorite Colors

Current mood: contemplative
Category: Writing and Poetry


Wrap me up in snow white sheets and put me in a box (Put me in a box).
Tie me up in ribbons but instead of bows just end them all in knots.
My life was not so pretty, but I took it day to day (took it day to day).
Every pain you caused me it's a wonder that you didn't turn me gay.

Nothing ever comes from nothing.
One day you'll amount to somthing.
Never tell me I should quit.
Ending life so full of shit.
Live forever time goes on.
Never have to miss what has not gone.
I know I can't keep breathing.
Oneday I know my heart will stop beating.
Drink the blood of my past lovers and
Bury me in all my favorite colors.

Black is just the color won't you dress for the occasion (dress for the occasion).
If lifes a radio then death must lead to better stations in the grave.
I just don't think I'm ready. I don't wanna leave (don't wanna leave).
It's not my time now watch I always have kept something up my sleeve.

Nothing ever comes from nothing.
One day you'll amount to somthing.
Never tell me I should quit.
Ending life so full of shit.
Live forever time goes on.
Never have to miss what has not gone.
I know I can't keep breathing.
Oneday I know my heart will stop beating.
Drink the blood of my past lovers and
Bury me in all my favorite colors.

Crimson running through my veins. I think I'm still alive (I'm still alive).
This is my last chance I hope to God I get it right this time I
think I just might give it up and live with no regrets (with no regrets).
'Cause I don't wanna have to live not knowing quite for sure just what comes next.

To rearrange the spotless mind
is fine for stranger things have nought been thought by thoughts of mine
the danger lies in keeping silent
all these lines the kind you find you try to find but nevermind
in all good time the spotless mind
will grind design and shape a crystal clear of grime...

Am I a friend? To anyone that flashes me a smile.
Let's make amends. I never want to walk a lonely mile.
Am I afraid? Of everything that goes bump in the night.
Let's just pretent. The end for me is so far out of sight.

I know
we could never see what's to become of us.
I know
it's always ashes fall to ashes dust to dust.
I know
never isn't something known for sure, but
I know
that forever is forever never more.

Nothing ever comes from nothing.
One day you'll amount to somthing.
Never tell me I should quit.
Ending life so full of shit.
Live forever time goes on.
Never have to miss what has not gone.
I know I can't keep breathing.
Oneday I know my heart will stop beating.
Drink the blood of my past lovers and
Bury me in all my favorite colors.
© 2006

Who wants me for Christmas? (Rap Song)

Current mood: creative
Category: Writing and Poetry


Spoken:
I know you want lil' old me
underneath your Christmas tree.
Better than a PSP.
Bigger than Nintendo's Wii.
Fuck your Xbox 360.
This year who wants me?

Verse 1:
I'll be home for christmas time
Singin' songs with lame ass rhymes
Bring mistle toe and I'll be fine
Some bubbly, sherry, brandy, wine.
Asshole it's the holiday.
Find out this year which one's gay.
Uncle bill or gramma may?
No one quite knows what to say.
Something's better left unsaid
"Mommy gave dad's best friend head!"
Now brad wouldn't be caught dead
sitting next to uncle fred at dinner.
Here's a winner son.
Grandpa joe has brought his gun.
Grandma got ran over... NO!
She bent over like a hoe!
I'm thinkin' this year's gonna be
Different somehow just for me
maybe 'cause I'm so horny... wait.
What's under the christmas tree?

Bridge 1:
Oooh baby won't you deck my hall?
I got your cookies and milk.
Come on now oh baby we'll have a ball
in sheets of satin and silk..
I know you're gettin tired of family affairs.
So baby come get yours while they get theirs!

I know you really want me
take me underneath the christmas tree.
You wanna jingle my bells and spank me
It's ok baby can't you see?
Christmas time comes once a year
Your yule log fills me up with "cheer"
Naughty carols in your ear.
Scream so loud you heardly hear
the foot steps on the roof
come through the hallway
and I disappear. But I'll be back next christmas
dressed in ribbons. Cum. Unwrap the gift.

Verse 2:
Damn she was the present the past and the future
didn't have a choice man you know I had to do 'er.
Family can suck it every holiday I fuck it
when she shows up you know how we get down.
We make fireworks new years and fourth o July.
Valentines day I eat 'er pussy sweet as pie.
St. Patties day's for leprachauns she licks my shalale
Easter time we fuck like rabbits got 'er moanin' like crazy
Halloween she plays the victim in a kinky rape game
For thanksgiving stuff the turkey while she's callin out my name.
But my favorite time a year is christmas baby don't you see
I'ma fuck 'er like a ho ho ho under the christmas tree.

Bridge 2:
I'll knock you out with just one touch.
Come back for more. It's not enough.
I can always fuck away the pains of every holiday.
So come on baby have a taste and
Fa la la la la la la with me.

Come kiss me under mistle toe.
Time to make it happen.
Know you love the holiday
where miracles will tap in.
Everynight you're feelin' cold
I'll keep you warm do what I'm told
It's the season for giving and baby I'm willing
just ask me and you shall recieve.
© 2006

The Story of Willy the Boy Who Never Died (Of cancer)

Current mood: artistic
Category: Writing and Poetry


I just can't stay away from ultraviolet rays.
I think the days are just too long to fake my personality.
I know you're wrong when you say everything is going to be ok.
I hate the change but he's the only one who noticed...

I wonder why my pet frog only has three legs.
I thought today would go by faster than it is so curiously.
I know it's wrong to think it, but I feel that charlie might be gay for me.
Just wait and see the change. I know you'll think it's rather strange,
but he won't notice.

I don't think you understand.
Is it too far away to grasp?
I'm wishing you would take my hand.
Is this too serious to laugh?
I can't believe this is the end.
Too bad we can't erase the past.
Everyday I hope and pray that it'll last.

Who's to say you have to go?
'Cause I can't stand the sight..
So please just say you'll never go.
No I don't wanna fight..
But if he sees the differences that I've made...
I tried to change to rearrange my life.
Today you think he'll notice?

I can't stop staring at the microwave OK?
I like the way the radiation makes cool pictures in my brain
I just can't get it through my head, or maybe you can see right through it,
but I never thought he'd notice much a difference.

I may not smoke another pack of cigarettes away
because my lungs are always begging me to stay away, but I
can't seem to find a reason. Kiss me now and 'tis the season
to rape to grow to reep to sow to bend and break. I cannot take this.
How could you have made amends? If only you would notice once again.

I don't think you understand.
Is it too far away to grasp?
I'm wishing you would take my hand.
Is this too serious to laugh?
I can't believe this is the end.
Too bad we can't erase the past.
Everyday I hope and pray that it'll last.

Everynight I lay awake remembering the day you said you liked me.

Everynight I lay awake and remanice of our first kiss. It's frightening
how I go to sleep and dream of how you always seemed to miss me.
But when I wake up everyday I think of how in everyway you lied to me.
Disguised it as a kiss. A hit and miss and I'm the only one who notices the difference.

You can't understand it. This is not the way we planned it.
I could never let you do this. I just can't let you go through this.
All alone inside don't try to hide. Why won't you say you love me.
You're afread to set your life inside my hands. You think I'd crush
your bleeding heart and dirty up my dress then who would dare clean up the mess
that I am sitting in you've shitted in and now it's all a test.

But I don't think you understand.
Is it too far away to grasp?
I'm wishing you would take my hand.
Is this too serious to laugh?
I can't believe this is the end.
Too bad we can't erase the past.
Everyday I hope and pray that it'll last.

You will never understand.
It's just too far away to grasp
I'd wish for you to take my hand
'cause it's too serious to laugh.
And it'll never be the end.
'Cause I refuse to let the past
cause everything we have to fade away
We'll make it last.

Who's to say you have to go?
'Cause I could never stand the sight..
So please just say it isn't so.
We have got to end this fight..
Just look at all of these the differences I've made...
I changed and rearranged my life
today. So, did you notice?
© 2006

Thursday, December 14, 2006

The Night 89X Stole Xmas!!!!

Current mood: exhausted
Category: Parties and Nightlife


Oh My God!!!!

89X! (They gave me the rest of their car window stickers and "50 Free Music Downloads" things at their booth and I caught and deflaited two of their Balloons LOL):
I won the Tickets from Holly and I saw her on stage she's so pretty!!!

The Hard Lessons (I caught one of their CDs and I baught their T-shirt.I also caught two of their fliers for their gig on the 26th the day after Christmas):
They were awesome! They're an up and coming band from Detroit and they kick ass! I feel like people should've been going alot more crazy for them than they were. I felt kinda silly yellig alright though. Bu It was really fun. LOL loved the Owls.

Ok Go (I didn't get their hoodie that I wanted...):
:( They didn't bring their tredmills (but according to them we didn't bring ours either so we can't complain) However they had time to kill so they did the thing from Superstar and it was so funny and so kick ass. I was so close to them so close to the front so damn close.

Angels and Airwaves (I didn't see anything to buy from them):
When they came out everyone decided to be asshoes and I ended up getting pushed and crushed so we had to move to the side. Very dissapointing. Not a very good viewpoint but I loved their performance. They played a Blink 182 Song!!!

Taking Back Sunday (I got their shirt):
We managed to get back up to the front for them which kicked ass. This old chick who was there with her daughter was being a bitch. We just pushed past her. She was accusing me of pushing her when I wasn't so I was like fine if you think I am I migh as well actually do it. But god the lead singer is so hot OMG OMFG I could see the sweeat dripping from his chin and nose and LOL Oh! It's so hot when he twirls the microphone!!!! Someone hit the bass player with a shoe.... Right before they got off stage we realized Jordan lost my bag Damnit! So I got pissed and we walked out...

My Chemical Romance (I got their hoodie):
I'm slightly dissappointed we didn't really getta see much of them because I got angry that Jordan lost my bag and then he got upset so when I wanted to go back in he wouldn't come with me. I went in for a little by myself, but It's not as fun alone so after two songs I walked back out. I still enjoyed myself. I hope to see them another time.

We found my bag at the end and Jordan was pissed off and driving wrecklessly. He did a wicked U-turn that scared the hell outa me. We got pulled over for going the wrong way on a one way street. He also got a citation for "Not having his Registration"/"not giving it to the cop when he asked for it" (The cop was being a jack ass Jordan tried to give him his registration and the cop walked away and wouldn't come back). We got lost. My mom got mad at Jordan for Cussing. Jordan said the N-word talking about the cop (not to my mom but to me but not directed at me) We almost crashed. I was terrified. When he calmed down he apologized and said "If we ever got into an accident and you died I wouldn't be able to live with myself. I'd kill myself. That would be so hard to live with. Can you imagen how I'd feel if we got into a car crash and you died it'd be MY fault." He cried! It was the sweetest thing ever. It just shows how much he cares about me. I love you Pooh Bear!

Tuesday, December 5, 2006

MY Friendship Oath

Current mood: bored
Category: Friends


1.When you are sad I will help you get drunk and plot revenge against the sorry bastard who made you sad.

2. When you are blue, I will dislodge whatever is choking you.

3. When you smile I will know you got laid.

4. When you get scared I will rag on you every chance I get.

5. When you are worried I will tell you horrible stories about how much worse it could be and tell you to quit whining.

6.When you are confused I will use little words.

7.When you are sick, stay the hell away from me until you are well. I don't want whatever you have.

8. When you fall I will point and laugh at your clumsy ass and then think about helping your ass up.

This is my oath... I pledge it till the end. Why may you ask? Because you are MY BEST FRIEND.


REMEMBER- A good friend will help you move but a REALLY good friend will help you move a body. Let me know if I ever have to bring a shovel.

Sunday, November 26, 2006

Together

Current mood: creative
Category: Writing and Poetry


Don't call it a come back
'cause I never left.
I know you were angry
and I delt with stress
in the worst kind of way.
Yet everyday you came back
and we made it together.

Can't call it a failure
'cause you never quit.
Though day after day
we went through the same shit
and I swore I could kill you
but knew deep inside that
our feelings grew stronger
though we tried to hide it.
But we got here together.

This goes without question
though I can still ask
because last night was perfect
yet so hard to grasp as we tossed
and we turned a new page in our book.
We're so close to the end
and I don't want to look.
But we're still here together.
© 2006

Thursday, October 26, 2006

Stop

Current mood: creative
Category: Writing and Poetry


Don't think I know what you're thinkin'
You don't think too well when you're drinkin'
I don't know too much about me and you
Come on Come on Yeah

I don't think you know what I'm thinkin'.
You don't know what I'll do when I've been drinkin' so
what do you really know about me?
Oh you'll see you'll see

Stop lyin' Stop tryin'
to figure it out you won't figure me out no.
Stop actin' so wack
'cause I won't look back no I won't look back now.
I'll stop thinkin' you got what I need
because you're all washed up from what my eyes can see
I'm not leavin' so stop your Bleedin'
'cause I won't stop stabbin' 'til you stop Screamin'

So who's next, you wanna be my victim?
'Cause I got the itch to fuckin' break your system.
But what does that really say about us?
Come on Come on Yeah

I've been waitin to take you out
put you on your back and give you mouth to mouth
resesitation. Breath into me.

But you don't stop. 'Cause I keep you breathin'
You can't stop. 'Cause you're at my feet and
I won't stop no I won't stop no I

I lied, I tried
to figure it out I can't figure this out no.
'Cause you're actin' so wack
and I keep lookin' back I keep comin' back to you.
I still think you've got what I need
because you're just so perfect from what I see. So,
don't leave. Help me stop the Bleedin'
please just stop stabbin' 'cause I won't Scream
© 2006

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Happy Birthday (I Still Hate You)

Current mood: distressed
Category: Writing and Poetry


Sixteen candles on your magic cake.
How could I forget your special day?
This year I was gonna give it away,
but you broke me.

Sixteen candles light them all ablaze.
One last breathe before I blow you away.
Shedding tears and simply dreading today
because I hate you.

All you ever told me drifts into the past.
Didn't know forever went by so fast.
Happy birthday! I hope it's your last
because if you had never faked it
Maybe then I woulda made it
and I would've demonstrated
How much one girl could love.

Sixteen candles makes me wanna cry.
Every year I gotta dry my eyes.
One more tear a year for every lie
before you broke me.

Sixteen candles yeah you made it far
and everyday you left another scar.
Threw it all away to get where you are
so now I hate you.

All you ever told me drifts into the past.
Didn't know ferever went by so fast.
Happy birthday! I hope it's your last
because if you had never faked it
Maybe then I woulda made it
and I would've demonstrated
How much one girl could love.

Sixteen candles all burning bright
Can't remember what happened on that fateful night
Never is forever when you lose a fight
But you threw it all away just to say good bye

Sixteen candles oh oh
Sixteen candles baby baby
Sixteen candles bury me in flames
every candle counts in everyway it's not the same.

All you ever told me drifts into the past.
Didn't know ferever went by so fast.
Happy birthday! I hope it's your last
because if you had never faked it
Maybe then I woulda made it
and I would've demonstrated
How much one girl could love.
© 2006

Thursday, September 7, 2006

OMFG!!!!

Current mood: ecstatic
Category: Life


OMG! I was caller X! I made it! I won!

Ok well I won Burger King... but I won bitch! I WON!!!!! $10 Bitch! What now?!

Saturday, September 2, 2006

I Orally Molest Lollipops

Current mood: creative
Category: Writing and Poetry


Verse 1:
I played a game...
...where everyone stayed the same
...where everyone knew my name
...and I was never the one to blame.

Verse 2:
I never knew...
...that it was never just me and you.
...that all your bullshit would put me through this.
...and nothing you ever told me was true.

Chorus:
I would've been the one you can't forget.
The one who you'll never regret.
I'd suck off every morning wood.
You know it'd feel so fucking good.
I guess I'll never understand
how you could choose your own right hand.
Until the day I make you stop
I orally molest lollipops.

Verse 3:
I sang a song...
...but everything all went wrong
...but maybe I waited too long
...and I guess I could wear a thong

I made you cum...
...I guess this means that I'm the one
...I guess we're having too much fun
...and this is just a rule of thumb

Chorus:
I would've been the one you can't forget.
The one who you'll never regret.
I'd suck off every morning wood.
You know it'd feel so fucking good.
I guess I'll never understand
how you could choose your own right hand.
Until the day I make you stop
I orally molest lollipops.

Bridge:
How many nights have I tried to remember
How many times did I think to forget
How many times did I suck on his member
How many nights has he played with my clit

I never thought it'd come to a time where
I would be trying to put on a lock.
If I had known that his brother was right there
I guess I wouldn't have grabbed for his cock.

Chorus:
I would've been the one you can't forget.
The one who you'll never regret.
I'd suck off every morning wood.
You know it'd feel so fucking good.
I guess I'll never understand
how you could choose your own right hand.
Until the day I make you stop
I orally molest lollipops.

Chorus:
I would've been the one you can't forget.
The one who you'll never regret.
I'd suck off every morning wood.
You know it'd feel so fucking good.
I guess I'll never understand
how you could choose your own right hand.
Until the day I make you stop
I orally molest lollipops.
© 2006

Friday, September 1, 2006

Enemies (Look and See)

Current mood: gloomy
Category: Writing and Poetry


Verse 1:
Look at the stars... I wish they'd shine for me.
If I could only see just where I'm meant to be.
Look at the stars... and maybe make a wish
on lips that taste delicious. Remember our first kiss?

Bridge:
Well I'm staring at the sky and watching memories run by
of our favorite past times together. Wishing it could last forever.
If you would open up your eyes and take away the clouds then maybe
we could see today again. Or maybe we will just be friends.

Chorus:
Enemies
I can't see what I'm doing here
wishing you would stay away from me.
Enemies
Look at me. I can't just wait around
wishing you would just come back to me.

Verse 2:
Look at the clouds... as they go passing by.
Just sit and wonder why and maybe stop and sigh.
Look at the clouds... watch shapes that slowly form.
How could I be so torn from tough that feel so warm?

Bridge:
Well I'm staring at the sky and watching memories run by
of our favorite past times together. Wishing it could last forever.
If you could see the stars tonight then you would feel it too
when I say only we can fix what's broken. I'm ready but I can't go without you.

Chorus:
Enemies
I can't see what I'm doing here
wishing you would stay away from me.
Enemies
Look at me. I can't just wait around
wishing you would just come back to me.

Final Bridge:
And I'd say the pain is real to me if you can feel it too...
I don't know where I'm going running far away from you.
If ever we should meet again I'd probably start a fight,
but I cannot remember what happened that night...
Just knowing you could bring me down this far is hard enough to take
when everything inside of me is trying hard to fake how much I care.

Chorus:
Enemies
I can't see what I'm doing here
wishing you would stay away from me.
Enemies
Look at me. I can't just wait around
wishing you would just come back to me.

Enemies
I can't see what I'm doing here
wishing you would stay away from me.
Enemies
Look at me. I can't just wait around
wishing you would just come back to me.
© 2006

Tuesday, August 1, 2006

People Change

Current mood: creative
Category: Writing and Poetry


We would make shapes in the sky
out of clouds that passed us by.
We would laugh, and we would cry,
and everyone would wonder why but
People change.
So we learned our differences,
and we sealed thm with a kiss.
Now there's sex, and age, and race.
We put a smile upon our face 'cause
People change.
Then we learn about the body.
Everyone is getting naughty.
You don't want to be his lover.
Not another teenage mother.
People change.
I have made it through the masses
passing each and every class and
I am not just a statistic not a number
like the rest who failed this test
I've made a change.
© 2006

Monday, July 31, 2006

The Dragon Slave (Slayers)

Current mood: nostalgic
Category: Movies, TV, Celebrities


Darkness beyond twilight, crimson beyond blood that flows...
Buried in the stream of time is where your power grows.
I pledge myself to conquer all the foes who stand
before the mighty gift bestowed in my unworthy hand.
Let the fools who stand before me destroyed by the power you and I possess!
DRAGON SLAVE!!!

Saturday, July 29, 2006

What I'm missing...

Current mood: creative
Category: Writing and Poetry


Did you ever really hate yourself like
you were prayin' to be someone else and
like your world was falling down
and no one was around to help you
when you pick up every shattered piece. When
everybody shuts their eyes and you
try to block out all the lies but it's
just too much to hold back and you
realize it's too hard to forget.

The camera only replicates reality
capturing a memory so few hold onto.
As we express our individuality
avoiding things every turn has put us through.
'Cause I can only go far as your eyes can see
as long as I know you've got your eyes on me.

Did you ever wonder why you're here?
Like you're wastin' life with every year
and you just can't seem to figure out
what all these books are talkin' 'bout.
When they take you off to far away places
meeting people with many different faces
and everything starts to turn upside down.
But you know that we're just fuckin' around again.

The camera only replicates reality
capturing a memory so few hold onto.
As we express our individuality
avoiding things every turn has put us through.
'Cause I can only go far as your eyes can see
as long as I know you've got your eyes on me.

As long as I can see you smile
whenever you walk by me in the hallway
where we used to chill until the bell
would take you away and I would have to leave.
But everyday you'd wisk me away.
But I can only go so far...

The camera only replicates reality
capturing a memory so few hold onto.
As we express our individuality
avoiding things every turn has put us through.
'Cause I can only go far as your eyes can see
can only go as far as you can take me maybe
I could go far as eternity if only you could take me.
As long as I know you've got your eyes
set upon a dream that takes you where you wanna be.
As long as I know you've got your eyes on me.
© 2006

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Nate you don't understand

Current mood: enraged
Category: Life


That's like those white people on that show Black White. They didn't really see what it's like. They had no clue since when you're the one who is privilaged you don't really notice it. The girl sorta got a taste of it but she'll never fully understand because she is of the privilaged.

What I'm saying is you don't notice the differences because you can't experience what it's like to be a girl or be gay or bi or be of a different religion or race. All you know is what you experience as a white christian straight dude. It's easier to notice that you're being picked on when you see someone else being treated better than it is for the person being treated better to notice that someone else is being picked on because you're fine with the situation so you don't pay attention.

Here I'll give examples:

Girls - Yes we get in free at bars sometimes you may think we're getting treated better but think of why we do. More girls = more guys because guys want the girls. So you get in the club and woohoo we can score free drinks off a guy that buys them for us. Again it sounds like we get benifits but why do you buy the drinks? YOU WANT SEX! You're trying to convince us to fuck you. That's how it is. It's not fun. You think we have the power because you see us getting free stuff and you see guys chasing us but you don't understand that we only have power when we control sex. In the office you get paid more than me but I bet to hell I could get a raise if I fucked the boss. But it's not fair. It's like in order to be treated "equally" you basically say "Yeah we'll give you equal rights as long as you fuck us"

Black people (and other minorities) - I actually said that I don't think we should have black history month genius -_- so don't throw that shit at me. If they taught it regularly during normal American history class they wouldn't have to do that After all it IS AMERCAN HISTORY.

As for the whole religion thing. You don't hear anyone talking about many other religions in a good way. We get official days (where no one has to go to school) off for christian holidays and no others. People make fun of other peoples religions all the time rarely do they pick on christians it's usually the hindus and muslims sometimes jews too. "This country was started on the belief in God, so blah blah blah" No actually it was FOUNDED based on the belief in freedom of religion, speech, and freedom from a monarchy to gain independence. Because they wanted a government that didn't tell them how to live their lives every step of the way. That didn't tell them they had to be a certain religion and do things a certain way and that wouldn't kill them for saying anything negative about the way the government ran things. That's what this country was built on.

Now there are always exceptions to the rule so again I'm saying NOT ALL GUYS ARE ASSHOLES, NOT ALL CHRISTIANS ACT ALL HIGH AND MIGHTY, NOT ALL WHITE PEOPLE ARE RACISTS, NOT ALL STRAIGHT PEOPLE HATE GAYS. So stop saying "I'm all those things and I'm not mean to you" I didn't say you were! If you think I said any of that you completely missed my point. We might as well not even discuss this because just about everytime we talk about shit like this you piss me off. No offense you just don't understand. You havn't been through these things because you ARE the exact kind of person I'm complaining about. I mean sure you're not all upity and racist and shit I just mean you are a white guy who happens to be christian and straight. So you can't understand. Dude I'm black, I'm agnostic, and I'm a girl. I experience all three hardships. "Oh, I can't go out with you anymore I didn't know you weren't a christian" Plus I sorta get shit sometimes for having gay lesbian and bi friends. By the way it sure doesn't help your case when you say Nigga in your myspace name and Nigger in your comment. You know I hate that. It's rude. That's another thing WTF is wrong with you white people that you think the "N word" is so damn funny and cool to use?! You assholes! Black people shouldn't even say it! I DON'T WANNA HEAR THAT WORD FROM ANYONE AND EVERYTIME YOU SAY IT OR SOMEONE SAYS IT IN THE BACKGROUND I DON'T CARE WHO IT IS I'M HANGING UP. Concidering Cahill can't stop saying it and neither can Griffin and you say it randomly when they're around I will be hanging up alot huh? Oh, and fuck your periods and commas.

Saturday, July 22, 2006

Racism (This is what I think)

Current mood: aggravated
Category: Life


Racism is there and I really don't care if you think it's unfair that there's no "White Pride Day". I think you're pathetic and I think you can forget it 'cause nobody's gonna make it. Dude who cares. You wanna bitch 'cause there's not an official day you can celebrate your whiteness? Fucking babies! Stop whinning!

I want you all to go through some shit that I've gone through that gay people, black people, minorities, women have gone through. A person who's never seen me before not even talked to me on the phone (we strictly chatted via AIM) stopped talking to me when they found out I was black. They used to say "I'm sure you're beautiful and smart and so awesome" then they found out I was black and guess what they said. "You stupid Nigger no wonder no on likes you"

People can switch just like that and you wanna know why there's black history month? Do we ever seriously learn about what anyone else did besides white males? "Oh yeah we do we talk about slavery all the time!" BULLSHIT! You hear about the same damn people! The only people they care to tell you about MLK and Malcom X. Woofreakinhoo! Oh, and harriet tubman if you're lucky. They always make MLK seem so perfect "Yeah he was a good black man" But oh malcom X was the devil. No he wasn't they twist shit too.

You wanna complain because 'You're suffering too' "Black people rob us and shoot us and steal our cars" "Women are lying, cheating, whores" "Asians are taking over the world" "Mexicans are coming and stealing our jobs" SHUT UP! You're being rediculous. White people went to Africa captured Black people and brought them to America to enslave them and now we're free and things are slowly getting better and you wanna complain?! Quit your bitchin' you wanna blame someone blame your ancestors for bringing us here. CUT THE CRAP!

Women were treated like shit for years you didn't let us do anything. No voting, no working outside of the house, all we're supposed to do is fuck you, bare your children, take care of them, clothe them, feed them, cook for you, clean the house, and do as you say. HELL NO so we stood up and here we are now. You wanna call us whores and sluts, hit us, treat us like your property, then expect us to take it. You can go out fuck 10 girls in one night and people are like dude you rock women go out and fuck 10 guys dude she's a slut WTF is that?! Guys are sluts too you go out hunting for sex! In fact that's usually the goal whenever you go hangout. Lookin' to score. Assholes.

Asians are taking over? Dude we raped the shit outa Korea, Vietnam, and Japan (China too I think). I think we owe a little something. Mexicans dude they obviously don't like mexico. You visit you think "Hey it's ok" but you know what? You're on vacation! You don't have to stay there! You getta come back here and be "free" and live a nice fluff life compared to them. Besides while you're there you're staying at a fucking nice ass hotel with a spa and shit by the beach "Oh it's nice" you havn't seen the real city! They just wanna have the chances we have. As far as stealing jobs most of those jobs you weren't willing to do so without them they won't get done now will they?

Man I'm sick of this "Where's my White Protestant Heterosexual Male Pride Day?" White people do have it easier sometimes I'm not saying all white people live glam lives but it is easier to be white. There are some black families more well off than white families sure but in a general sense. It's easier to be a guy, it's easier to be straight, and it's easier to be a christian. Guys usually getta stay out later they get more privileges they're treated with more respect. Straight people are treated with way more respect than anyone of a different sexual orientation. Christians are treated better too. All the presidents. Male, White, Dunno about straight 'cause there is a possibility they were in the closet... all were christian protestants except JFK. The majority of the people in the government are white male protestant heterosexuals.

STOP COMPLAINING. You fucking run the country! What more do you want?! Greedy bastards! I don't think we should need affirmative action or black history month or gay pride parades or womens right rallies. We should just be equal. But it's not working out that way. Your bitching is one thing making it worse. So shut up. No one wants to hear it and no one cares. Sit the fuck down in a little corner, put your thumb in your mouth, rock back and forth, and cry like the baby you are.
PAST COMMENTS
I don't think guys have it easier now, except during puberty... but that's natural anyway. Guy's aren't treated with more respect. Guy's worship girl's, even if it's just because they have a pussy (not me by the way), we still love women, unless they're gay, but that's a hole other story. I couldn't understand alot of cuz there's alot of places where there's no period or commas. Black people did go through shit, but I don't think they quite need a month where we learn about practicaly the same thing every year. Everyone knows they went through slavery. If anything or anyone preffers any race over another, or any sex over another, I haven't seen it recently. Gay stuff, I have seen, and even though it grosses me out, I feel bad for them. Christians, I don't even know where that came from. They don't. There the same as everyone else, unless their fruity "try to be perfect" Christians, who piss me off by the way. I'm Christian, there's been no disrespect, but no respect, so I don't get it. I sorta feel weird commenting about my opinion because I happen to me and white male Christian. So basically, women are Gods, if you treat yours like shit, or one that's not yours, then you are not a man. I'd propably have for of a opinion on gay people if I was gay or bi... but if I was bi I'd fit in pretty well at Ypsi high... I love racist jokes, I won't lie, but not because I say "Heh, that's one stupid nigger!" but because I see them as any other joke. I'll admit, and Cahill will too,sometimes when I'm walking to his house or something, I'll notice that there's a black like 17 year old walking down the street, and there's a thoughtlike he might mug me, cuz it's happened before, but the way they dress is intimidating, and that little walk. Well, Mexicans and Asians, I don't have anything to say about, not because I don't like them, I just... duh. Christians are treated like anyone from any other religion, except from people that are Christian too. That's how it is with every religion though. This country was started on the belief in God, so there is more Christians that Hindus becuase of that. I don't know. Hey look, I just did a whole comment about a serious subject without being stupid! Call me :)

Posted by NATE ZUELLIG on Monday, July 24, 2006 - 11:21 AM

Friday, July 21, 2006

Movies

Current mood: discontent
Category: Life


I hate cookie cutter movies... (Maybe that's why I like horror...) Every fucking movie turns out perfect. The girl gets the guy (or the otherway around) and the evil bitch gets what she (or he) desirves. Everyone is happy. Fucking perfect ending. LIFE IS NOT LIKE THAT! And I hate it... I hate how movies lie. I hate how TV lies. In horror people die there's sad shit some people make it... or not and well it's sweet! But no I got stuck watching read it and weep which was a good movie but it was still a lie. Oh and I also hate Sweet Sixteen on MTV. Fucking brats. MADE sucks too. I loved it and wanted to be on it so bad. I thought it could change my life and maybe I'd have more fun in life. Until they came to my school and picked Dylan Wood. Sure I dunno him personally and I'm sure he's a nice guy, but I still can't believe this. That evil twit found the application that got him on the show already filled out! Everyone knows it... It's not that I don't like him it's just I feel it's unfair that so many people who actually wanted it missed out... I wanted to do something so I'd be good at something for once. Where is my passion? Where's my one natural talent? I just wanted to figure it out. I dunno how and I thought it would help since that's what the show is for. Fuck MTV. Fuck lies. I give up.

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Sexin' Up the Neighborhood

Current mood: amused
Category: Writing and Poetry
Bitches hate me
'cause their boyfriends suck my dick,
but they're just jealous
they ain't chokin' on my shit.
I spit hot fire baby
burnin out my ass.
Your dookie sparkles
when you shoot up on my gas.

Fuck fuck fuck a duck
Screw a kangaroo.
I sucked your mommas cock last night
and fucked your daddy too.
I'm sexin' up the neighborhood.
I know you'll want it most
when I fuck your sister in the ear
and cum between her toes.

Bitches hate me
'cause I make their mom go gay,
but they're just trippin'
because "No means no! Ok?!"
Don't tell me you don't
want a gerbal up your ass!
Your sister's tits are great
"Come give grandpa a flash"

"Fi' dolla fo' sucky sucky"
Know you want it bad.
That dildo in your eyesocket's
the best you ever had.
Bitch I'm sexin' up the neighborhood
who says that this is wrong?
Just ask your little brother
he likes wearing mommies thongs.

My dookie tastes like chocolate gramma
go on have a taste!
Oh sorry that shits toxic bitch.
Don't let it go to waste!
My bum is on your lips
so kiss it bitch! Ain't got all day!
I'd eat your uncles pussy but
I think that makes me gay...

Sexin' up the neighborhood
Fucked your gerbal hard and good.
Your pet goldfish needs surgery
'cause you know you're fucked up
when you're gettin' wit me!
And that's why bitchs hate me.
All you bitches hate me.
Fuckin' bitches hate me
'cause their boyfriends suck dick!

Bitches hate me
'cause my pussy is the shit.
What, you thought I had a dick?
Oh man you're fuckin' sick!
I'm sippin on some siz-erp
While nate's shavin' his ears
and Diane's on the phone with Cahill
cryin' emo tears 'cause she's poor,
fuckin' whore. Huntin' steve lookin' ta score.
But she'll never get his semen
and she'll never stop her peein'.

I mean pissin' fuckin' moanin'
got me groanin' on the phone an'
I can't take her anymore.
Wanna beat 'er to the floor.
Beat her ass to the white meat.
Grey matter on my feet.
Fuckin' wanna fight see?
That's why bitches just don't like me.

'Cause I'm sexin' up the neighborhood baby.
When your girl is actin' just a little shady
won'tcha come over and treat me like a lady.
I bet I could be your one and only maybe.
'Cause I'm sexin' up the mother fuckin' neighbohood.
Beat that bitch to the curb like I told you I would.
When you listen to my lyrics you may think I'm fuckin' sick.
But you bitches are just jealous 'cause I've got your boyfriends dick!
© 2006

Thursday, June 1, 2006

Consumption

Current mood: creative
Category: Writing and Poetry


It's okay to not be anything
and let yourself come back to you.
It's okay to lie about the little things.
Pretend you don't feel what they put you through.
I'm okay no matter what part of me is facing
outward at the time. When the clock is racing
and you feel like a roulette wheel
it's something valuable to just simply stop and sigh.

Consumption.
From all the hatred and lies.
Time flies but inside I am breaking.
Redemption.
I just can't seem to find
and inside I can feel
something taking control of me.

Is it OK to not feel anything
if it hurts everyone around?
And is it OK to tell the truth now?
'Cause all these lies are weighin' down
I'm not quite sure about the damage,
but all my walls are wearin' thin.
Relationships are slightly over rated,
but friends are the coolest accessory.

Consumption.
From all the hatred and lies.
Time flies but inside I am breaking.
Redemption.
I just can't seem to find
and inside I can feel
something taking control

Everything I say or do is tainted,
(It's how we all feel when we lose control)
and all the time I spend on you seems wasted.
(and our world takes one more hit)
No matter just how hard I try
you're makin' my heart choke on lies
and I'm consuming every tear
while inside something takes control of me.
(I'll never forget how you burned that night)

Take a "hit" of ambition.
Smoke some common sense.
Time to make a decision.
Tired of feeling so tense.
Shooting up morality.
Sippin' on mortality.
Avoiding your reality,
mentality defense.

Consumption.
We just put on a mask
and pretend every thing's alright.
Redemption.
We hide from the world outside.
No existence, resistance is futile,
they're taking control.

Consumption.
From all the hatred and lies.
Time flies but inside I am breaking.
Redemption.
I just can't seem to find
and inside I can feel
something taking control of me.
© 2006

Sunday, May 14, 2006

I want to be a Stereotype

Current mood: creative
Category: Writing and Poetry


I am a child.
I am the one that still laughs like thunder.
I am the one that still cries when it hurts.
I am the one that still screams when I'm angry.
I am the one that still loves like a mother.
No sisters. No brothers.
I am the last one standing.
I want to be a stereotype.

I want to walk the walk
and when I talk the talk I want to spit fire
and burn the media and all that which forces this
bullshit called beauty down our throats
so that we begin to believe
and we indulge in the lies that society tells.
But I'm raising hell because I-
I want to be a stereotype.

I want to suffocate my mind like Jessica Simpson
and feast on the bird among fishes.
That's right. I want to tell all my brothas and sistas
that Tuna is the new Fried Chicken.
I want to be a stereotype.

But I can't.
I can't change the color of my skin
or the kink in my hair.
I can't bring myself to mutilate my DNA
or put balloons in my chest.
Is my ass too much for you to grab?
Too much cushion? I am pushing for society
to look at me and tell me that I
shouldn't be a stereotype.

Because stereotypes don't live real lives.
Because being fake is a lie to yourself.
Because doing what they say is cool
just makes you a tool.
Because you are not a stereotype.

You were the child that made the dead live again.
You were the child that could do anything.
You were the child that was best friends with the world.
You were the child that society killed.

We are the daughters, the sons, the nephews,
the nieces, the cousins, the uncles, and aunts.
We are the mothers and fathers of the future,
A future society fears, and WE are society now.
© 2006

Monday, March 6, 2006

Disgusted White Girl, Somewhere in VA/Black Royalty

Current mood: amused
Category: Life


I found this article on Cessy's Xanga. There so much truth in what was said. You should read the ENTIRE THING! Its well worth it! It seems that an article was written to Sister 2 Sister magazine by a Caucasian woman who requested a response from black men. I'm so glad she got what she asked for (and more) !!!

Dear Jamie:

I'm sorry but I would like to challenge some of your Black male readers.

I am a White female who is engaged to a Black male-good-looking, educated
and loving. I just don't understand a lot of Black female's attitudes about
our relationship.

My man decided he wanted me because the pickings amongst Black women were
slim to none. As he said they were either too fat, too loud, too mean, too
argumentative, too needy, too materialistic or carrying too much excess
baggage.

Before I became engaged, whenever I went out I was constantly approached by
Black men, willing to wine and dine me and give me the world. If Black women
are so up in arms about us being with their men, why don't they look at
themselves and make some changes.

I am tired of the dirty looks I get and snide remarks when we're out in
public. I would like to hear from some Black men about why we are so
appealing and coveted by them.

Bryant Gumbel just left his wife of 26 years for one of us Charles Barkley,
Scottie Pippen, the model Tyson Beckford, Montell Williams, Quincy Jones,
James Earl Jones, Harry Belafonte, Sydney Poitier, Kofi Anan, Cuba Gooding
Jr., Don Cornelius, Berry Gordy, Billy Blanks, Larry Fishburne, Wesley
Snipes...

I could go on and on. But, right now, I'm a little angry and that is why I
wrote this so hurriedly. Don't be mad with us White women because so many of
your men want us. Get your acts together and learn from us and we may lead
you to treat your men better. If I'm wrong, Black men, let me know.

Disgusted White Girl, Somewhere in VA

RESPONSE



Dear Jamie:

I would like to respond to the letter written by A Disgusted White Girl.

Let me start by saying that I am a 28-year old black man. I graduated from
one of the most prestigious universities in Atlanta, Georgia with a Bachelor
of Arts Degree in Business Management. I have a good job at a major
corporation and have recently purchased a house. So, I consider myself to be
among the ranks of successful black men.

I will not use my precious time to slander white people. I just want to set
the record straight of why black men date white women. Back in the day, one
of the biggest reasons why black men dated white women was because they were
considered easy.

The black girls in my neighborhood were raised in the church. They were very
strict about when they lost their virginity and who they lost it to. Because
of our impatience to wait, brothers would look for someone who would give it
up easy without too much hassle. So, they turned to the white girls.

Nowadays, in my opinion, a lot of brothers date white women because they are
docile and easy to control. A lot of black men, because of insecurities,
fears, and overall weaknesses, have become intimidated by the strength of
our black women. We are afraid that our woman will be more successful than
us, make more money than us, drive nicer cars and own bigger houses. Because
of this fear, many black men look for a more docile woman. Someone we can
control.

I have talked to numerous black men and they continuously comment on how
easy it is to control and walk over their white women. I just want to set
the record straight. I want A Disgusted White Girl to know that not all
successful black men date white women.

Brothers like Ahmad Rashad, Denzel Washington, Michael Jordan, Morris
Chestnut, Will Smith, Blair Underwood, Kenneth "Babyface" Edmonds, Samuel L.
Jackson, and Chris Rock all married strong black women And, to flip the
script, there are numerous white men, in and out of the spot light, who
openly or secretly desire black women over white women. Ted Danson, Robert
DeNiro, and David Bowie to name a few.

I just don't want a disgusted white girl to be misinformed Stop thinking
that because you are white that you are some type of goddess. Remember, when
black Egyptian Queens like Hatsepshut and Nitorcris were ruling Dynasties
and armies of men in Egypt, you were over in the caves of Europe eating raw
meat and beating each other over the head with clubs. Read your history!

It was the black woman that taught you how to cook and season your food. It
was the black woman that taught you how to raise your children. It was black
women who were breast feeding and raising your babies during slavery.

It is the black woman that had to endure watching their fathers, husbands,
and children beaten, killed, and thrown in jail. Black women were born with
two strikes against them: being black and being a woman. And, through all
this, Still They Rise!

It is because of the black women's strength, elegance, power, love and
beauty that I could> never> date anyone except my black Queen. It is not
just the outer beauty that captivates and draws me to them. It is not the
fact that they come in all shapes, sizes, colors and shades that I love
them.

Their inner beauty is what I find most appealing about black women. Their
strong spirit, loving and nurturing souls, their integrity, their ability to
overcome great obstacles, their willingness to stand for what they believe
in, and their determination to succeed and reach their highest potential
while enduring great pain and suffering is why I have fallen in love with
black women.

I honestly believe that your anger is geared more toward jealousy and envy
more so than snotty looks. If this were not so, then why do you continuously
go to tanning salons to darken your skin? If you are so proud to be white,
then why don't you just be happy with your pale skin? Why do you continue to
inject your lips, hips, and breasts with unnatural and dangerous substances
so you can look fuller and more voluptuous?

I think that your anger is really a result of you wanting to have what the
black woman has.

BOTTOM LINE: If I were looking for a docile woman, someone I can walk over
and control, I would give you a call. But, unfortunately, I am looking for a
Virtuous Woman. Someone that can be a good wife and mother to my children.

Someone who can be my best friend and understands my struggles. I am looking
for a soul mate. I am looking for a sister and; unfortunately, you do not
and CANNOT fit the bill.

No offense taken, none given.

Signed, Black Royalty
Hope you enjoyed it!

I Am

Current mood: accomplished
Category: Writing and Poetry


I am not what you see and everything you wish you knew.
I wonder what my life is meant for.
I hear what my dreams have to tell me.
I see shatterd spirits.
I want to be rememberd.
I am not what you see and everything you wish you knew.
I pretend to know who I am on the inside.
I feel like the world is crashing down on me and all I can do is smile.
I worry my life will be meaningless.
I cry 'cause I can't take control.
I am not what you see and everything you wish you knew.
I understand that my life will end.
I believe that I must make a difference.
I dream of love and happiness.
I am not what you see and everything you wish you knew.
© 2006



Ya, so.... ,,,

Thursday, March 2, 2006

Mission Impossible: At Loves Expense

Current mood: irritated
Category: Writing and Poetry


I look into your eyes and I can tell that your afraid.
We've never done a job this big through all the games we've played.
This isn't just a joke this time. I'm thinking life or death,
and I'm not going back again unless it's for grand theft.
This mission is impossible. All I can do is doubt,
and once we get caught up in this we'll never make it out.
So get ready to risk it all "To you, to me, to us".
There's time for one more run through now then radio for Gus.
No matter what the end result. No matter what they do.
I'll never tell them anything except that "I love you".
© 2006

Monday, February 27, 2006

I'm getting Sick of this.

Current mood: infuriated
Category: Life


"Before I go into this, I just want to make one thing clear. I have no problems with homosexuals, anyone who isn't caucasian, nor with females.

Now that that is out of the way, I think I can begin safely.

We all know, we have black history month, latin heritage month, I'm sure there's more, but, I haven't heard about it on TV. I haven't read it in the newspaper. We have affirmative action. NAACP. We have gay pride parades.
There is women's day. So where is my male caucasian heterosexual pride day?

I forgot. Can't do it. IT'd be racist, and sexist and homophobic. Why? To be honest, the way I see things, straight caucasian males now get treated like shit basically. I have to suffer for what my ancestors did? Fuck that.

If my grandfather beat up a bunch of homosexuals, is it my fault? Hell no. Do I care? Nope. Not really. But if I were to suddenly have pride in my heterosexuality, someone would go ballistic on my ass for wanting to have a parade for something that for the most part, is the status quo.

What if my great great great grandmother owned a plantation in the south, and had slaves? Does that mean I'm responsible for what my ancestors did? Nope, not one damn bit. Do I care? Nahh, it's over. We read all about it in history books in school. Do we really need a month for discussing all the things african americans did? What hispanic American's did? Nope. Do we need affirmative action? Definitely no. Everyone flaunts the ''equal rights" flag for those times. I say, no. You want special treatment and to acknowledge the fact your race had hard times in the past. I've got news for ya though, everyone's had some hard times way back in their ancestry. Plagues throughout Europes, serfdom to feudal lords. Pfft, my ancestors had it no better then anyone else's. You want equal rights? Get rid of these ridiculous pride months and day's and affirmative action and the NAACP, make everything the way it SHOULD be. Equal.

And last but not least, females. Yes, ok, they potentially have the most cause to gripe but, cmon. You can't want equality, and then demand special treatment still. It's bullshit.

So people, if women can have their own pride day, homosexuals get to march in parades, and every other race can have months to celebrate their triumph into ''equality'', why can't I have pride in my male caucasian heterosexuality without being shunned?"
- Some Dumb White Guy

Yeah I'm black. Yeah I'm a girl. No I'm not A lesbian nor am I Bi but Yes I'm gonna say it.

Shut up. Please and Thanks. I see where you're coming from. I understand. But I still disagree. Would you like to know why? No? Too bad.

Stereotypically I'm not black because I don't "act black" enough. I don't fit in with the "black" crowed at school. Almost all my friends are white and asain and sometimes there are a few latinos. Very few like only 5 at the most are black and most of them arn't even totally black they're like half white or half asian. We've all had this conversation. We all agree. The reason why white people don't get "Special" holidays is because It's white history YEAR every year and you have presidents day and Christmas (Which no matter how you try to deny it is a white holiday) You have the fourth of july (white independence day) Everyone who goes to school in america is required to learn white peoples history to graduate highschool. We don't get a month off for black history we get a day off for some dead guys birthday and all the rest of our little mini vacations are because of some random white person (even though Jesus damn sure isn't white but he might as well be since you won't let him be any other color) we don't get anything off for latinos or asians or gay people. Also nothing bad has happend to the white people. Oh I'm sorry I take that back the girls were beat by their hubbies and raped and blah. First of all did you see what they wore? If I was a guyand lived back then I'd have seen that as a "Fuck me I'm an easy whore" type of outfit and besides as soon as some white guy hits them and bruises them all up they clean up real quick and then run out and tell everyone it was a black man so some random black guy gets killed and that's the end of that. Black people, Gay people, Women, Asians, Jews, and Latino's and Mexican's (Dunno what the difference there is but apparently there is one) have all been abused, opressed, and ridiculed. Not white people and deffinetly not white heterosexual males.

You already have your little holiday. Stop being greedy. No you shouldn't have to pay for what your ancestors did. No one says you do. Black history month is not "Make all the crackers pay for what they did to us" Month. Womens Day is not "Lets castrate all the guys because they suck" Day. The gay pride parades arn't trying to put down straight people.

If you want to have something be special then why don't you try going through hard times first. I suggest you try gathering a whole bunch of Male Caucasian Heterosexuals and chain them up and put them on a boat with so little room that they piss and shit on eachother and get sick and can't move and have to lay next to a corpse. Ship them off to some strange new world. Make them work for nothing and beat them when they don't do it good enough or fast enough or for really no reason. Lynch a few of them for the hell of it (That would be for black people). Then you can beat them and ass rape them and then lie about it so one of them gets killed for it (There goes the women). Then you can make them work in sweatshops for nothing (Asians). Then you can put them in concentration camps and experiment on them and then gas them (Jews). When your done with all that however many of you survive can have your damn holiday.

I don't mean to sound racist but seriously white people. Stop your bitchin'. I hate black history month. I didn't even know there was a womens day. Seriously who cares. They're a joke anyway. Do you want to have your history turned into a joke? Or more than what it already is. Black history month is a joke. It's pathetic. We pretend to care and talk about how terrible it was for a month and then for the rest of the year you can just go on like it never even happend. On silence day you take a moment to be nice to the gay boy who has a crush on you and all your friends just so the next day you can go back to calling him a fag and making fun of him. It's a joke. It's pathetic. It just makes who ever it's celebrating look dumb for the rest of the year.

I swear if I see one more topic about "Why can't we have a white history month?" or "Why can't we say the 'N' word?" I'm gonna scream. I wish I could be there to choke the people who make these posts. How about we just get rid of the pride parades and history months and make it required that you take classes to teach about slavery and the holocost and all the crazy wars and stuff since US History class never wants to go in depth on those things. How about we stop hating gay people and black people and women and jews and blah blah blah. No body hates white people (Except for the black people... and not all of us really hate white people).

If I had my way we would just pretend like none of this ever happend stop hating eachother and we wouldn't need all these stupid holidays.

You can't have a white male straight pride day. That's just as rediculus as everthing else we do to "make up" for what old dead stupid people did. Kill the holidays. Kill the pride parades. Just be proud to be yourself and if you really want you can have your own little holiday in your own little world.

In conclusion. I don't think anyone (Male, Female, Black, White, Yellow, Red, Blue, Green, whatever you wanna call yourself) needs a pride day. Be proud of yourself everyday. If you want a holiday that's what your birthday is for. The only reason we got these holidays is because the "Male Caucasian Heterosexuals" wanted to make up for what their bonehead ancestors did years ago. If you just look at that you should realize you really don't deserve a holiday because you didn't go through anything to earn it. But that's not my point really. Instead of looking at what happend in the past and trying to make up for it we should look at it, reflect for a second, learn from it, and move on. It doesn't take a month out of every year or some stupid two-bit holiday to do that. Instead of making up for it it just turns it into a big stupid joke. No one (Not even most black people) even cares about Black history month and MLK day is just another day we get to miss school. Most women are unaware that womens day exists. These little holidays and such are annoying and pointless. You want your equality then get rid of them all. I'm not trying to bash your pride or steal your rights or give others special rights when I say you you can't have your day. I'm saying that everyones little day is pathetic if you feel you need a month dedicated to your kind to make you feel special.

Sunday, February 26, 2006

Fake It 'Til You Make It [Inspiration from John in Washington.]

Current mood: blah
Category: Writing and Poetry


"It's how we all feel when we lose control and our world takes one more hit."

Do you wake up and just feel dead?
As thoughts are running through my head
I wanna give up every second that I've wasted feeling.
For every night I think of you
I only miss you more it's true.
It burns so deep inside of me I try but can't ignore this
feeling welling up within.
It's sinking deep into my skin.
I'm running out and time is wearing thin.

Life is truly what you make it.
Save your heart from those who'll break it.
Everyone you have forsaken.
Every life that has been taken.
Give it all away to live
for maybe one more day.
Until you're screaming "I can't take it!"
Gotta fake it 'til you make it.

I need a blue sky to look up to,
or something that'll get me through
this fucking nightmare. I can't stand to see you smile.
I paint the picture black and gray.
My silhouette will fade away.
I'm lying to myself just so I can make it through the day
I tried too hard to tell you how I
feel when I'm without you, how I
cry myself to sleep. I'm breaking up inside.

Life is truly what you make it.
Save your heart from those who'll break it.
Everyone you have forsaken.
Every life that has been taken.
Give it all away to live
for maybe one more day.
Until you're screaming "I can't take it!"
Gotta fake it 'til you make it.

So what do you do to get rid of the apathy?
When your life turns from comic to tragedy
to drown in a bottle won't release you,
but it will confuse. You see nothing clearly.
Although feeling quite weary in that
simple state of toxicity, everything makes sense.
We're living through this hell on Earth,
but some of us have found that life is worth
it. So maybe if we try it's nice to tell a little lie
to make a spark light up inside and
give ourselves just one more night.

I wear masks as an extension of myself.
Should I add to this army of delusion?
Emotions, can they be controlled?
Distance seperates all from me.
Tear down the wall. You should do as you please,
Love as you will. I crave it but when it comes my way
I cower before it.
I want to change.
Yet everytime I try I feel more isolated.
I want to be loved.
Yet everytime I'm with someone I feel much more neglected.

I just can't stop this feeling.
I know it doesn't show, but it is so.
Every attempt always makes it worse. So why cause more pain?
I find my self blocking the very path which I must take.

Life is truly what you make it.
Save your heart from those who'll break it.
Everyone you have forsaken.
Every life that has been taken.
Give it all away to live
for maybe one more day.
Until you're screaming "I can't take it!"
Gotta fake it 'til you make it.
© 2006

Rant on bitches. Rant on.

Current mood: depressed
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural

1. I hate History.
2. I hate Boys.
3. I hate people who are so blinded by love that when you try to warn them they don't listen.
4. I hate that I feel like I am one of those people.
5. I hate stupid white girls no matter how racist it sounds. I don't hate them all just the dumb ones Who think they can have whatever they want, who know how to use people to get it, who are fake, who complain about stupid things like "I wanted a diamond necklace not a pearl one" or "Daddy won't let me hangout on saturday because I hungout all this week so far even on school nights. But, I have to go saturday because it's just so important that I get what I want" or the classic "Golly gosh I just don't know which boy to go to the dance with it's so hard to decide", Who know they're beautiful, but say they're not to get attention or just to hear some guy tell them, who know they're anorexic skinny, but want some guy to tell them they are beautiful so they say "I'm so fat and ugly" just to hear it.
6. I hate the guys who fall for it and ignore the girl who not only actually likes them but wouldn't mess with their head like that and would do anything for them and never hurt them.
7. I hate how guys complain that "I can't believe she did this to me" when it was obvious and everyone else told them everyday to get out but he wouldn't listen.
8. I hate the stupid black people no matter how racist it sounds. I don't hate them all just the dumb ones.
9. I hate the guys who think that talking all slurred and sagging down to their knees and skipping class and smoking and drinking is cool and if they actually go to class they sit in the very back and either disrupt class or go to sleep. They talk about every girl they've fucked and about how big their dick is and saying "Nigga" and sit in the back of the bus making a lot of noise calling all girls "Bitches" and "Hoes" and talking about girls like sex is all they're good for and always talking about "Pussy" and acting all "Hard" and "Gangster" like they're so damn tough. Mother fucker you were born and raised in Ann Arbor, Michigan! There are no damn gangs! You are not "Street" or "Gully" or anywhere remotely close to a "Thug gangsta"! You probably have never stabbed anyone in your life and have never even seen let alone touched an "Oozie". You simply feed into the stereotypes of the modern day black man. You are a tool. I hope you rot in jail. I dare you to sag your pants and drop that soap. You will be somebodies bitch and there will be no pussy in sight for the next 30 years you pathetic wannabe thug, highschool drop out, tryin to be a gangsta in college bitch!
10. I hate the girls who are so damn loud, get in fights like the boys, act catty as hell, pull eachothers weave, earings, nose rings, and even real hair out ripping eachothers cloths off. They have the nerve to cuss a teacher out for no reason and start singing in the middle of class when they can't even sing but they sing like they're good at it. They act like they're all that and a bag of fucking chips. Well, you're not! You're not even half the damn chip! You're just like everyone else expects you to be. A loud ignorant black girl who is good at dancing, sometimes singing, and usually sex too since most of you arn't virgins. Just another stereotype. I hope you never figure out who your "Baby's daddy" is. Go ahead and go on all those stupid talk shows and get the DNA tests. Make a fool of yourself on television and get a tape to remember it by. You'll either turn to drugs and be a terrible mother or you'll work nights as a stripper while your baby stays at a friends house or your mom's.
11. Now for the Asains. I'm not doing groups since stereotypically you all look the same, but I will point out a few things specifically. First of all I love asians. But, everytime I try to defend the rare negative stereotype (since you get all the good ones you bastards) you fucking go and prove it's true! For example: Koreans can't drive for shit. Now I hate it when people say that. But of course when my uncle says "Look at this idiot driving like a retard I bet they're you know what" and everytime I say "how do you even know" he says "Look" and I do and damnit there you are at the wheel. Another example of a stereotype gone wrong. My god you even fuck up the good ones! All asians are smart.... -_- you need to check that shit because there are a few of you (and I do mean A FEW) that were a little too curious on your quest to be a fucking genius because you just had to eat a few apples off the stupid tree! Here's my suggestion. Put down your instrument, stop making PSP's, quit school, buy some of those little blue pills and a few penis enlargers, go get a beer and eat a few more retard apples and work on that beer belly, watch nothing but sports all day, have lots of sex, and learn how to drive and for the girls all you have to do is wear little to no clothes and a lot of makeup and become a complete and total slut-skank. Not only will you beat the stereotypes of being asain but you'll become a true american like the rest of us.
12. I hate girls who lose their virginity because they didn't want to make him mad or they didn't want him to dump them or they didn't want to ruin the moment. Especially if you did it when you were drunk off your ass. YOU-ARE-A-WHORE plain and simple. You have no confidence or self worth and you must have forgotten how to say the letters N and O together. Sorry love. You might wanna go get tested and pray you're not pregnent. Now if you said no and he did it anyway or if he threatened you then it's not your fault he needs to go die from Ghonneherpisyphalaids and I hope you're ok because that's totally uncool.
13. I hate guys who only want sex. that's not what life is all about. One day you'll be old and nasty and no one is going to just have random sex with you anymore and you will feel lonely and you will want someone to hold at night and you could've had that a long time ago when you were using people for sex. It only gets harder as you get older. Well actually that might not get hard when you want it to...
14. I hate people who have affairs or cheat on their Sig. Other. What in hell would you do that for?! If you love someone you shouldn't do something you know good and well will hurt them if they find out. If you don't think about it before you do it you don't really love them. If it happens have the guts to tell them and own up to your mistakes. Understand they may hate you for it and they may leave you but that's your fault. If they forgive you know they are still hurt and you better work hard to keep them and never do it again. If you want to get with someone else while you're with someone either dump them and go for it or stay with them and keep it thought oriented only. Make a choice. Decide who you want more. Decide whether or not you're willing to lose that person you're with. Cheaters are pathetic as far as I'm concerned not only do you have no self respect but you care only about yourself and concidering what you do you don't seem to care about yourself much either.
15. I'm sick of everyone who thinks that their problem is more important than anyone elses, who act like no ones life is worse than theirs. My life sucks, but I know it could be worse. My issues are pretty bad but there are worse that I don't have to deal with.
16. I hate how people seem to think that they can only focus on how one person feels.
17. I hate that everytime I want to just scream "I want out!" There's someone there to do it first.
18. I hate how my problem coinsides with everyone elses problems.
19. I hate how I constantly put my feelings aside for my friends.
20. I hate how every material thing I want I get and how everything that's worth living for, everything that is priceless, everything that you're supposed to hold at the highest level of importance, everything completly unsuperficial is out of my reach.
21. I hate how I feel that I've become everything I hate and love.
22. I hate how I feel like I know nothing and everything at the same time as far as whats worth knowing.
23. I hate how I'm so afriad to hurt people yet I do it everyday most of the time without even trying.
24. I hate how My emotions control my actions.
25. I hate how I can't do anything to change.
26. I hate how I feel... completly empty, usless, helpless, pathetic, and alone.
27. I hate the world, and I hate me.

There's only one answer for how to stop the pain. I have to die. But of course I'm also afraid of that So there's nothing I can do. I'm a puppet. I can't do anything I want to. I control myself and yet I can't cut the strings because I'm a fucking pussy. I'm afraid of everything. I can't do anything because I think too much. I can't kill myself because I don't know how it'll be and I'm afraid to find out. I can't trash my room in a rage because my dad would kill me and for some reason I care about that. I can't stop caring no matter how hard I try because I always thinking "What if..." What if I'll be happy one day? What if it'll all go away? What if I'll get what I want? Maybe everyone who was an ass before will be punished later in life. Life is taking it's sweet ass time. That's another thing. I'm impatient plus I'm sick of people saying that "Life goes on and everyone has to deal with it. Why sould you get special treatment?" I didn't fucking ask for special treatment. Most of the time people who say that are happy with their life at the moment so they can't relate at the time and it doesn't help me much. The one thing I've always wanted since fucking Kindergarten is Love, and I don't mean that shit your family gives you. As far as I'm concerned they are your family so it tends to be a given that they "Love" you and if they don't then that sucks but they're just family to me. I've had family love all my life it's nothing new and sorry but I don't feel it's all that special. When someone outside of my family that I feel a connection with can show me Love unconditional and true I'm afraid I may die from pure joy. Life is supposed to be a give take type of thing. I feel as though I give more than I get. So either I need to find people who will give as much as I do or I need to stop giving so much. I've tried both and neither work so far. That's the most important thing to me. Love is what I think life is worth living for. Sometimes I get it for a bit, but it's like it's taken away as soon as it feels right. As soon as I think "So this is what it feels like for someone to love you back" they change their mind. Every fucking time like I wasn't who they thought I was, but I've always been the same person. I guess they just opened their eyes one day... and sometimes... sometimes I open mine...


Currently listening:
Hot Fuss
By The Killers
Release date: 16 August, 2005
PAST COMMENTS
I'm at the library and my other user that I never go on unless I'm not at my house wouldn't log on, so I made another user. It wouldn't log on so now it sucks and I can't get on AIM. Waa, talk to you at my house. Byes
Posted by
NATE ZUELLIG on Wednesday, February 22, 2006 - 6:28 PM

*hugs*
Posted by NATE ZUELLIG
on Thursday, February 23, 2006 - 9:24 PM

The Gamer's Pledge

Current mood: tired
Category: Games



I Pledge Allegiance
To the King of Frags
And His Mighty State of Hysteria
Where in This Republic
The Wicked Stand
All Players, with God Mode
Are Invincible
With Weapons and Ammo for All.

- The Gamer's Pledge

Saturday, February 18, 2006

Fuck Drunks Be A Stoner!

Current mood: bored
Category: Friends



A Drunk Would...
A Stoner Would...
Driving under the influence
Drive fast and recklessly crashing
into a caravan of carriages and killing
dozens of babies and young mothers.
Drive fast and recklessly setting
a new high score on Mario Kart.
In a Stairwell
Fall down the stairs and lay at the
bottom moaning until the janitor woke
him the next morning by dipping his
head in the mop bucket.
Stand there wondering
why the escalator was broken.
Eating out
Go to Taco Bell and vomit on the floor.
Go to Taco Bell and eat a half pound burrito,
3 chalupas, 2 steak quesadillas,
a zesty border bowl and
an order of cinnamon twisties.
Then have a long and insightful conversation
with the Chihuahua before proceeding
to also vomit on the floor.
(Okay, so this one's a toss up, but at least
the stoner is supporting the local economy.)
With A Guitar
Butcher the chords and mutter incoherent
profanities that would have Korean
karaoke singers covering their ears.
Compose classic songs and timeless hits.
If you don't believe me, just check the facts.
Every great songwriter is a stoner.
It's a fact. I read it in a thesaurus.
At a party
Dance on your table,
spill a drink in your kitchen,
pee on your lawn ornaments,
break ALL your lamps and just
generally trash your humble little living space.
Sit on your couch and be thankful
you were gracious enough to
put out some chips and dip
while staring at the ceiling and commenting
on its white, tundra-esque flatness
If you bump into one at a party
Punch you in the face and push you over
while his drunk buddies kicked you to death
as you lay crying on the rancid,
soggy carpet of the frat house.
Look at you startled and say, "Woah, man.
What goes bump in the night?"
And then answer his own question, "You do!"
His stoner buddies would chime in, "All riiight."
After a party
Never last until after the party.
Help clean up and, if he was smart,
steal all the wallets of the passed out drunks.
Sleeping if they couldn't find a bed

Make a big fuss about it but
end up passing out on the bathmat anyway.
Not mind. He'd be perfectly content
to build a lovely, little cocoon
of twigs and leaves
and curl up in that for the night.
Waking up the next morning
Be wet with several different liquids
including urine (his and others),
beer, saliva (again, his and others)
and muddy water from his roommate's ficus,
which he spent the night sleeping next to.
The drunk never wants to see alcohol again,
but he knows he will.
Be rested, refreshed
and ready to smoke again!
You see the stoner is nothing to worry about. He?s a cute cuddly creature, like a little puppy with mangy fur and worms who just happens to be interested in what other people?s anuses smell like. So, go ahead, let him sniff. I promise he?ll do you no harm.