You know, usually most people don't give too much of a damn what PETA does, but this is way too stupid:

http://www.peta2.com/cooking-mama/

Seriously people,you DO realize how many circuit-thingies and wires had to die for your Wii/DS game?

...an' this is coming from a vegetarian.

Have you seen this? It was in Canada, so not sure you'd Americans and whatnot would know about it, but here it is:

It was a sunny afternoon, school was out and children were gathering in the playground.

Jane Currie and her partner, Anji Dimitriou, both small, soft-spoken women, were waiting with other parents at Gordon B. Attersley public school in Oshawa, when, fists flying, a man attacked them, his blows as harmful as his words.

"Which one of you two 'men' spoke to my kid? F------ dyke. Lesbians," he said, spitting in Dimitriou's face. As she wiped her face, eyes closed, he punched her on the cheek and wound up again, slamming her backward into her truck. As Currie ran toward him, she remembers him shouting, "F------ dyke bitches," and punched her on the cheekbone so hard the skin burst apart, blood splattering.

What Currie remembers most, from the afternoon of Nov. 3, is the stillness of the schoolchildren, and the sound of her six-year-old son screaming. "It was a face of complete and utter horror," Currie said in an interview yesterday. "His mouth was wide open, and he just stood there, screaming."

In seconds, it was over. Another man intervened, so did a woman, pushing the attacker aside. Police were called. The principal led him inside to her office, Currie said. A man was arrested and charged with two counts of assault causing bodily harm.

It wasn't the first time the man had called them those names, Currie said. There have been several other occasions where he had verbally attacked them, usually over a parking spot in the school lot.

Last night, when Currie spoke of the assault, her voice grew low with anger. Why, she asked, did another person feel he had the right to attack them because of their lifestyle?

Currie said she and Dimitriou are pushing Durham police to upgrade the charges to hate crimes.

"That is what it is," she said. "He went after us because of who we are."

The rest of the article is at : http://www.thestar.com/news/gta/article/534469

Hello!

Today was...relatively eventful? I believe going chronologically might be useful:

First period. Improv entire health presentation using brochures and a crappily made flash animation by me. Other group members do about 3 minutes of talking in total.

There was a blackout and everything went bzzt. Then everything came back to life.

Vocal solos today as well. My voice cracked again. AGAIN! And when it wasn't cracking, my voice went all breathy and crackly and bad-sounding. I feel bad about it. But I never have to sing that dumb folk song again!

I took the bus to another high school, where their GSA was having a movie night. I got off a little early (but technically, I was at the right stop) and so I had to do some walking to get there...huff huff puff puff.

The high school's huge. It's kind of the size of Jupiter, except with staircases and lockers on the walls. Me and the one other guy who was with me wandered around for about ten minutes until we found a staircase, which was polite enough to take us straight to the room.

It was like walking into an explosion of sorts. There were maybe 20, 30-something people all talking, and I was like whoa...then I met some people I've talked with online in person, talked with old friends from a long long time ago (third grade?), met some new people...etc etc.

We made an attempt at the movie, but then everybody just talked through it and we gave up and talked for the rest of the evening. Oh, and I met my friend's ex...she's kinda bitchy and my other friend who was there with me said she seemed like a slut...but yeah, she was pretty bitchy-seeming.

That's pretty much it.

Oh yeah, and congrats to the Americans on Obama, woohoo.

It's Saturday morning/afternoon- it's almost 12:00 noon and I have a bass lesson then, yay!

Last night was interesting. We went tricking and treating ( I went as Arachnid-Guy,the premier Spider-man rip-off (boy, I'm using a lot of hyphens and brackets)) and I have replenished my safe of goodies.

At school, somebody was wearing a Jigsaw (from Saw) mask, and terrified someone in my science class into tears. Literally.

We watched 200 Pound Beauty. This Korean movie.

When we were out trick or treating, though, we ran into these guys, high school age. There were about 10, 15 of them- a big number, and they were swaggering around on the street, swearing and beating each other up.

"Turn around," said this one guy with a cellphone who was walking away from them. So we did. And they started to come closer, so we started running. We heard them start to run, a really loud percussive sneakers-on-pavement sound, and while we were wondering whether or not we were being pursued, they ran right past us to terrorize the rest of the neighbourhood.

We turned back and continued on our way. A little further up we saw a few drops of this dark liquid on the ground, and we were positive it wasn't water or juice- it was tinted in the glare of the streelight, and we couldn't tell if it was blood or not. But it probably was. We found a trail of the stuff- the drops got bigger and bigger as we went along, and near the end of the trail, some of it was it pretty big splatters.

Human fright for the night. The true fears lie in society.

Huuuu. shtop inggorin mi, huh?

argh. *ten minutes of screaming at a brick wall at the top of my lungs.*

Now, where was I?

Look at me look at me look at me look at me look. at. mE!

Oh, hang on, that's not the problem...it's the fact that I am evidently aware she exists, she sees me she knows I see her, and chooses to ignore me much like one would ignore a ball of fluff floating in the air. Actually, I think more attention would be given to the fluff. ("ooh, it's a fluff ball! Let's flick it!")

Uhm okay. So I am formally requesting help in the form of an interpretation of the situation, advices, words of nice...

I talked to her last Thursday (which was the last day of the school week as Friday was a day off) and everything was just hunky dory, see you Monday, later, everything was cool. And now today, the first time I saw her, she looked up at me and looked right down again. I just walked right past her, I had a class I was going to be late for...but later, I ran into her again, on the second floor, and had the following exchange:

(me first.) "Hey. What're you doing up here?"

"Going down." (note, she doesn't slow down or stop and makes about half a second of eye contact)

"But weren't you already- *door slams* down...stairs?"
leaving me gaping at the stairwell door with people staring at me because I was being kinda loud.

About a week ago as well, I gave her...something that you'd use to listen to music that's not the actually iPod/mp3 player itself(I'm kinda paranoid that I may be found out, sorry- I mean h..dph.n.s). She's switched those now, it seems minor, but I don't want to overlook it.

Why's she ignoring me? What did I do? And those were the first things I randomly blahed out to people who then proceeded to change the subject.

One possibility I considered is that the friend I let onto my Facebook account decided to send random messages to people and she is now disgusted by whatever the heck... I asked someone about it. Their answer, she's just being moody, being a girl (I love you! one moment, I hate you! the next) or the other possibility, she likes me. No. But she's straight.

Augh. I don't care. If she likes me, great, I'm kind of into her and we have a potential girlfriend...if not whatever. I just want you to stop ignoring me! Worst case scenario, she hates my guts for whatever reason and has sworn to pretend I do not exist.

Yippee yay. banished.

Does anybody have a large cardboard box that you'd be able to put over an eight-year old?

No, I'm not planning to ship any annoying children to Pomerania (although I could very easily be tempted) but I'm going to be a UPS/FedEx delivery for Halloween, and I need something I can look really tiny in, and then stand up and giggle as people realise it's not this little kid in the box.

In somewhat related (as related as bannas are to paperclips) news, there's this girl-K- and I think I'm going to end up with a crush on her.

Whoops. Too late, I think I do. And I see her for all of fifteen minutes each day [that's the combined time from in between classes and after school], which makes it extremely difficult to actually have a conversation with her.

And the voice in my head (singing in four-part harmony, of course) are telling me to go ask her out....ask her out...ask her oooouuut and maybe hit on her drop-dead-gorgeous smokin' hot sister- no. But I wonder what the children would look like. Genes like that...well, it'd be quite a pity if they weren't passed on.

*ahem* "Hi, how are you? You wanna go to the dance with me, and call it a date? Are you gonna let me kiss you? No? How about your sister?"

I'm not the smoothest of speakers when it comes to infatuations. I've got all this repartee playing in my head, and then I just start staring at her, nodding blankly...uh huh...and then 10 seconds after she's left my brain comes back.

I read this book, Rainbow Boys (nearly put Rainboy Bows there) and it's pretty gay. what about that.

I baked a cake with my mom today! angel cake or whatnot...and it turned out really really flat, and it was supposed to be all puffy like and nicely risen. first not-so-great baking incident,.

In previous weeks, we've baked a strawberry mousse cake, banana muffins, cheesecake, all good.

and then this comes along and goes pfft.

In other news, someone with two degrees of separation from me took dirty pictures and they were discovered by those in parental authority, which wasn't surprising considering it was his mother's camera.

Yay! I think I just figured out how to kick myself into a sugar high! unfortunately this was a most inopportune time seeing as I would like to be sleepy when the time comes for me to sleep.

So I was eating this cake that was more icing that cake, right? and this icing stuff was so so so sweet but i ate it anyways and now for some odd reason the bridge of my nose is tingling and my foot is kinda twitching but that's okay because now I know what to do in case i'm ever chased by a crazy stalker who I need to outrun!

I, I think I nearly had this orgasm from looking at this girl. so I was just looking at her...and then her complete and total hotness struck me from the curve of her body to the pose she was standing in and I swear if I touched myself in any way or even ran into a pole I would've come on the spot, I swear.

guess what? i discovered she's my straight interest's sister!

I have this ridiculously irrational fear of getting pregnant.

I'm absolutely terrified! I was just thinking about it in class, and the thought of being pregnant scares me, especially at this age, but I like babies a lot. So this one night I had a dream. I got pregnant 'cause this naked woman inseminated me and I woke up completely spooked. And I remember stuff about a circus and somebody trying to shave my face, even though I don't recall having any sort of facial hair except eyebrows.

I find it sort of stupid. I mean, unless I was raped by a guy (and that wouldn't happen because...well, it won't because it won't, and that's very final) it couldn't possibly happen if I just slept with whoever I slept with (which has still kind of not happened with anyone and me yet).

I had this dream not too long ago where I was on the same bed as this random male stranger, and I ended up with his dick halfway into my mouth before I woke up all shivery-like and checked my bedroom for people that shouldn't be there.

Aahhhggh! I'm a girl and I like girls and I'm lesbian!

I needed to get that out. I know random dreams for no apparent reason will happen, but some of them are just a tad discomforting.

I cut class today to go to Tim hortons, and when I came back I was in really deep shit. They sent me down to the office after public embarassment, and I cried a little...

I shouldn't have gone. I don't care, anymore. I shouldn't have gone but it doesn't matter anyhow, because life sucks, and I deal with it...

It's really not a big deal. Why does the admin waste their time talking to class skippers instead of drug dealers?

I told my mom. She was quite understanding and I felt a little better. When I told my dad, he gave me all this crap about me not having a brain, comparing skipping to murder, not believing his own daughter would do something like this...

News flash, father! I'm not perfect! You go and give me all this crap about not being able to think for myself, etc, etc. I knew exactly what the risk was, la la la, I just don't want to tell you the full truth because your tiny close-minded head is shoved somewhere where the sun doesn't shine.

And why is the first question you ask me after you find out I skipped with somebody is "Was it a boy or a girl?"

Holy crap, father-unit-guy. I had almost zero respect for you in the first place because of your ridiculous world views, your unwillingness to accept those who are of a different race, those who have difference beliefs and views...the world REALLY doesn't revolve around you! And the fact you gave me asthma with that stupid cigarette I'd love to saw in half whenever I see it lit up.

Thanks, dad. When I'm 18 that's the last you'll see of me. Goodbye.

...she hugged me today...it wasn't all that bad...

I heard the worst song ever on the radio today.

I mean, it was so bad that I switched the station mid channel. Repetitive simple irritating guitar riff, a vocalist whose gender that I'm not entirely sure of...

then the guy/girl went like "aaaaah!" in some note fifteen octaves above a normal person's range and that was it for me.

Life is too short to listen to shitty songs.

Does anybody have any idea what I'm talking about? Because if you know who it is, I want to send them a mail bomb.

I've got this idea (completely theoretical) that seems brilliant but has still has about half a million flaws in it that I haven't managed to find yet.

The plan is to send away all the stupid people to a Stupid Island, all the jerks to Jerk Island, all the people who have their heads shoved up their asses to... *fill in the blank* Island, etc, and all the other dwits/morons/closeminded dum-dums, and so forth and so on.

This way, we'd get rid of all the idiots that really ought to be gotten rid of, but somehow haven't managed to walk in front of a car on the Don Valley Parkway.

The proposal is to make everybody sit through a test for common sense, ability to not chatspeak in every scenario possible, spelling, grammar, and the various "that guy" factors. Then, once all those people have been shipped away, we can get rid of the druggies, the jerks, the mean people and the various other dunderheads.

It was pointed out to me that who some people consider jerks might not actually be jerks, and the ones who actually are come off as completely charming to others. So it was decided that there should be a form of voting system, where all the jerks got voted away by the general population. But once we realized that the jerks tend to be the popular ones, and that all the jerk people might gang up to vote off a perfectly decent person, we came up with the idea of getting graduated psychologists and undercover operatives to observe people, interview them, and then we'd figure out who the jerks are and get rid of them.

Egotistical people are next up. Same process follows for jerk selection. Then after all these people have been culled, we start picking on the ones who think they're all that now that all the people who might've been in the way are gone.

Also, there should be a blanket ban on anybody who chooses to intentionally low ride and show off their underpants, who smokes in front of babies, who's rude to the people behind the counter at Tim Hortons, and general unsavoury traits, perhaps.

What d'you think?

...has nothing to with this, seeing as it's my brand of hair clay. AAannnyywaays.

I learned not to insult teenage girls' male superstar sensation kinda-idols in the changeroom today. It doesn't bode well if you don't want to get mauled.

See, see, Year 3000 is a Busted song, no? And the Jonas Brothers sissyfied it up, no? And changed the line about triple-breasted women, though I do admit I think I like the ladies better with two (and myself). But that's just moi.

So, there was this girl I talked to yesterday who said she'd given up on boys...and today I talked to her again and she's going crazy over this guy she thought was an exchange student from Spain (and he's not, he takes Spanish class and apparently she heard him speaking Spanish, ergo the connection).

How does that work?!

Pssht. Boy-crazy straight girls. Which makes me ponder. There's a distinct line between boys and men, and yet, when the girls say they're dating real men, I know them to be little boys...

Today I walked into a wall while waving to this girl, sort of like that generic dopey-kinda-sweet guy you see in movies, who's trying to impress the good looking popular girl and runs himself into a garbage can or a closed door.

I was just walking through classrooms - there's three classrooms right beside each other- diagram:
_______________________________________________________
[door] [door] [door] [door]
| | |X |
| | | her classroom |
| my classroom | random | |
| | empty classroom | |

X marks the point of contact, | are walls...might make sense.

I walked in through door on far right, she was all "Hiiii!" while she was sitting at her desk, so I turned to wave, clipped my hip on a cabinet and then walked into a wall.

I spent the rest of the day thinking about it. She is pretty cute, though, and her sister's pretty fine.

hi everybody! How's it going?

Uhm, I realize I may be calling at an innopp-impro-irr-iss-unn, um, inconvienient time, but I just want to share with you all that it's a good idea to smile, and then maybe lots of people will smile back at you and you'll be happy.

I think.

Five dollar silver bullion coin, prehistoric tofu plushie, crumpled up cineplex movie pass, $100 dollar bill.