Back in the day

Tonight my mother and I were going through a box full of papers she saved from when I was a kid.

Most of my drawings included people with big creepy eyes.

Others included a little violence.

Here are some journal entries I made for class. I assume the teacher must have given us a topic for the day to write about....

" My responsibilities is take care of my stuff. I never broke anything. I like what I have."

"I feel happy when it's my birthday and it makes me feel sad when mom and dad argue. And I feel happy I have a bird."

"Community services are important because they help other people. And they help the world. They are nice people. And they also never kill other people. I like to help too. I think they are good people. How nice of them."

"To make boiling water you get some water. Then you boil it. And to tell that it is hot you can smell the steam. You can also see the smoke. And you can also hear the bubbles."

"I went to P.E. for skills for success. We played cat mouse. And I was the cat. But I could not catch mouse. Anyway it was fun."

"If I could change myself I would change my attitude. Instead of being funny I would be happy. And instead of being a kid I would be a jeanie. And I could do anything I wanted to do. It'd be so fun."

"My first day with the substitute teacher was ok but I did not like her much. But still today is another day."

"Yesterday I went to P.E. and I saw 2 cowboys and one cowgirl. And my favorite part was when they said girls could ride better than the boys."

"Maybe the thing that happened to Amelia Earhart is she was flying over the Atlantic Ocean and her motor ran down so she fell into the water and a whale ate her."

"I do not know what I want someone to say about me. I guess they can say whatever they want."

Conclusion: Kids are a little retarded. Although I must say my basic ideals haven't changed much. I still think cowgirls can outride cowboys. I still don't care much about what people say about me. And I still think Amelia Earhart got eaten by a whale.

Does he look like he would have wanted to be aborted?

Final exams are over, which means I will have more time to write now. Hooray.

This semester I took a Pathophysiology class. My professor was some lady in her 60s, who just happened to have 5 autoimmune diseases and ALWAYS had a close friend or family member with whatever disease she was currently lecturing about. The other day, while discussing congenital conditions in newborns, she got onto the topic of abortion, saying that women had the option of testing to see if the fetus would be born defective.

Oh boy, here we go. Now you see, I really don't give a shit what anyones views on abortion are- as long as you know how to shut the fuck up about it. If you don't believe in abortion, don't have one. Enough said.

It was obvious from the beginning of the semester that this professor was a conservative christian. Fine. I go to class to learn about diseases, what the fuck do I care what your life views are? But of course- she just couldn't help herself.

This was a portion of that days lecture:

"Now, with the many years of experience that I have in nursing, I have come to the conclusion that abortion is a terrible thing. I mean look at him (points to a smiling kid in a wheel chair on the screen). Does he look like he would have wanted to be aborted? Oops, I probably shouldn't have said that *giggles* "

I don't care how many years of nursing experience you have, your views on abortion stem from your personal and religious beliefs and there's a 99% chance that those beliefs were intact BEFORE you became a nurse, so don't use your authority as my professor and an experienced nurse to tell me that MY personal views are wrong. Of course that child on that screen doesn't want to be aborted now, he's already fucking here! And he's probably so mentally challenged that he doesn't even know how fucked up his life really is, and his parents will probably have to care for him until they die, then he will be put in a permanent care facility. Sounds like a great fulfilling life doesn't it? Yeah, your damn right you shouldn't have said that you self righteous, ignorant cunt. For all you know, someone in our class room has had an abortion- and you are making them feel like shit about it. You are a Pathophysiology teacher! This is not any kind of philosophy class or biomedical ethics and I don't come to class to hear your personal views on life.

If someone knows they are going to have a retard baby and they choose to keep it, wonderful! But how dare you look down upon the people who don't believe they have the financial and/or emotional capacity to care for a permanently sick child?!?! Don't you think the situation is hard enough for them to deal with without people like you judging them? You don't know- you haven't been there. Take the stick out of your ass and get off your high horse.

Ugh, people. Needless to say, I'm glad that class is over- I learned very little in her class the entire semester between her unnecessary personal tangents and boring read-straight-from-the-powerpoint lectures.

This cartoon is unrelated- I just thought it was funny.....

Bookstore Whores

I was at the bookstore today, browsing the art section. I am starting to study drawing a little bit, and may even sign up for an art class if I decide I don't completely suck. Anyway, sitting at a table about 5 feet from me, at a small round table, were two young girls- around 16. They were bleach blonde, tan, with short skirts. For the sake of this blog, lets name them Kimberly and Tiffany.

Kimberly: "Like OMG!!!!! No way! OMG No way!"
Tiffany: "Fur Sure! Hey, go grab another book"
Me: *Thinking* "Wow, these bitches can read?"
Kim: *Stands up, walks over and stands in front of the Fashion section* "OMG! Look...I like totally found a Playboy teeheehe"
Tif: *Looking at the cover* "Damn she's hot. I hope I look like that someday.....maybe even make it into Playboy!"
Kim: "I know right?!?!"
Me: *Shakes head, walks away thinking* "Oh boy, the future of America. You whores really make it difficult for me not to stereotype you."

Hopefully they will someday achieve their big dreams of becoming future Playboy models. The prestige of appearing naked in a magazine, knowing millions will be wanking off to you- what else could a girl want?

Side Note: I did purchase a sketch book, and a book on drawing mythical creatures :)

You Smell

This morning I applied my LaVanilla perfume, as I do most mornings. As you might have guessed, it smells like vanilla.

I was sitting outside the door of my class at 9am, waiting to be let in, while a girl sitting next to me said "Do you smell that smell? Like pure vanilla? *crinkles nose and tilts head*"

Me: "Yes, I think that's me."

Her: "Oh *Silence* "

Me: "Why? Does it smell bad?"

Her: "No.....it's just a weird smell."

Me: "Vanilla is a weird smell?"

Her: "Yeah. I mean, are you wearing like pure vanilla extract or something?"

Me: "No, I just like natural, non-alcohol smelling smells."

Her: "*Oh. I'm just used to smelling regular perfumes. Juicy Coutor perfume smells good!"

Me: "ummm....oh."

As far as I know, EVERYONE likes the smell of vanilla. It's natural, peaceful, light, feminine. Whereas Juicy Coutor probably smells like an expensive prostitute mixed with alcohol and baby powder. Meh, guess I'm the weird one.

Life = Fuck Me

Life is full of endless suffering.

I will spare you the details of my day. Let's just say it wasn't a pleasant one. Sometimes I wonder, what is the point of it all (life)? I always come back to the same conclusion- there is no point. We are all slowly dying, and when we do, no one will remember us in the long term. Everyone should just kill themselves. Or drink a lot. Or become vampires that live forever and drink blood and have hot sex.

Sometimes I wish I was a smoker. I have an oral fixation which makes me want to eat a lot....probably explains why I'm such a fat fuck. Anyway, when I see people smoke- I think "that must feel good." To have something to hold in your hand and keep you occupied and constantly have something at your lips. But then I remember how bad smokers smell, how yellow their teeth are, and how most of them are just trying to look mature and cool like the little douches that they are. It kind of ruins it for me. Plus the whole lung cancer thing. But who cares right? We should all just kill ourselves anyway remember?

Meh, I'll just stick to Prozac, Xanax and alcohol for my occasional chemical stimuli.

Happy Thursday

Pop = Retarded

Russian roulette is not the same without a gun, and baby when it's love if it's not rough it isn't fun. Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh I'll get him hot, show him what I got. Can't read my poker face.
Dear pop stars, stop coming up with stupid catchy lyrics. You are tricking me into thinking your music is good, only because it won't stop playing in my head. And I mean you Lady Gaga. That goes for you too Black Eyed Peas. Enough with your BOOM BOOM POW. You are generic and mechanical. You sound like a fucking robot. boooooooooo

If you want real music, listen to Mad Manoush. I discovered them while in Prague at a music festival. They are a mixture of rock/gypsy. Get their music on Itunes. Below is a short video from the music festival when they where playing.

www.madmanoush.com/

Bruno

I went to see the movie Bruno with Alex tonight. I've never seen so much dick in 88 minutes. It also confirmed what I already knew; people from the south are ridiculously homophobic, and missing a lot of teeth. Did you know there is actually such a thing as a pastor who's job it is to de-gay you? How is it 2009 and people this ignorant still exist? Apparently all you need to get rid of gayness is to go hunting and stop listening to the Village People. What a genius.

Here is a comic posted by a fellow KATG listener, noarmsjames

Because I'm Mexican

When I was 4 years old, I had a very large collection of stuffed animals. They were my babies. All had names and personalities. I talked to them, sat them down for pretend tea time, watched tv with them. Funny how even back then, I preferred non living beings to real human interaction. Seeing how maternal I obviously was, my mother asked me "Kayce, why do you want so many babies?" My response was "....uummmm....because I'm a Mexican," in my cute little 4 year old voice.

Thanks to dear old dad, I had had my fill of racial stereotypes by age four.

Lessons in Driving

Here is my list of universal rules that apply to driving.

1. If you drive a raised or lowered truck, you are a douche bag. No getting around it. Bonus points if you have "rims."

2. Having a large vehicle does not entitle you to cut me off and merge into my lane without a turn signal. Again- you are all douche bags.

3. Having a large vehicle does not entitle you to taking up more than 1 parking spot. If you do this, expect to get keyed. I know this may be hard to believe, but there are other people in this world that might just need that space- you selfish fuck.

4. People who drive SUVs, who don't have large families or a lot of things to carry- you are also a selfish fuck. Rules 2 and 3 usually apply to you, + the fact that you are damaging the environment more than necessary. You don't need a huge SUV to hold your starbucks latte and Louis Vuitton purse- you just want attention.

5. If you want to drive slow, go in the right lane. If you want fast, go in the left lane. If you are in a lane and not going the appropiate speed, you are a dumb cunt.

6. I you see an expensive convertable, expect to see a 50+ year old man behind the wheel. Or his twit 20 year old girlfriend. Or his spoiled 20 year old daughter. Mid life crisis.

7. Pedestrians may have the right of way, but if you are dilly dallying, not paying attention, and just walking straight in front of my car for more than a few seconds, I will run your ass over.

8. When I see a McCain/Palin sticker on your car, I automatically lose respect for you. They lost, get over it.

9. Motorcyclists- you may be the worst. More than half of you don't wear helmets, and when I crash into you due to your weaving in and out of traffic, your brain splattered on the road like a pumpkin on Halloween will be pegged as my fault. Stay out of my damn lane- just because you are smaller than a regular car, doesn't mean you have the right to drive though any little crevice in the road and make me nervous. Most of you tards roam in packs, two side by side in one lane. Is there not enough road for you? Go fuck yourself. By the way, leather chaps, long beards and fat whores with their ass cracks hanging out behind you is not attractive.

Why Not

I've had blogs before. I usually get lazy after a couple of weeks and stop writing. That might happen with this blog. But I figure, why not? I have thoughts- and as pathetic as it is, I don't really have many friends, so most of my thoughts stay brewing in my head. That, or they are too inappropriate to say out loud. Most of my blog postings will probably involve critisizing today's society. Or lists, I like to make lists.

So hello :) My name is Bella Jane. That isn't my real name (yet), I just like that name. I'm 22 and I live in Arizona (unfortunately). That is all for now.