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My Final Good Bye To Micheal Jackson For Some Time
Everyone was shocked. Of course I was to, yet it really did not hit me until that midnight Friday. When they started playing his slow songs when he was a little kid. The next morning I got up for work and driving to work and of course radio's on playing another slow song from him but it's him older. I have to say I was tearing up. I just felt so awful, like my heart started to give and feel real weak. I know you guys are like come on Rory. yet I was thinking the same thing. Why was I feeling this way. I did not know him in person. Yet as long as he's been on t.v., since like he was 11 years old. Even before that he had to get where he was so now I'm actually not as surprised he died at the age he did.
I was talking to an old friend of mine last night he just got back from Utah and he was in the mountains and he did not get to hear much of what's going on. He worked practically 40 years of his life. Dancing all over the place singing all over the place. People using him left and right especially the dad, abusing him all those years physically and mentally. People call him Wacko Jacko but you know what he would not have turned out that way if people really gave him a chance to be human. Maybe that's why he loved kids so much more than he should have or whatever. He did not want them to go through the same thing that he did and all sorts of stuff. Just listening to his songs. "Scream" Stop pressuring me. Or "Leave Me Alone" You could all see all sorts of stuff of what was going on and everything. his dad had the biggest affect on him, even when he was succeeding putting him down and also even made fun of his appearances. Maybe that's why he was never comfortable with the way he looked if you know what I mean.
There's just so much going on.Too many familiar people dying recently. I just felt like I really did lose a good friend and good childhood really did come from all his music. I feel bad no that there's going probably be pretty much an ordeal of what happen and whatever doctor is missing the speculations. Wonder what the will is going to say. All sorts of stuff going on. yet I'm just glad he's FINALLY at PEACE even with people making fun of him and spitting on his grave and what not. He still did a lot more good than bad and with the way his life turned out he deserved a lot better from all of us. I have to keep remember to look at myself and wonder what I need to do to make this place a better place.
I was talking to an old friend of mine last night he just got back from Utah and he was in the mountains and he did not get to hear much of what's going on. He worked practically 40 years of his life. Dancing all over the place singing all over the place. People using him left and right especially the dad, abusing him all those years physically and mentally. People call him Wacko Jacko but you know what he would not have turned out that way if people really gave him a chance to be human. Maybe that's why he loved kids so much more than he should have or whatever. He did not want them to go through the same thing that he did and all sorts of stuff. Just listening to his songs. "Scream" Stop pressuring me. Or "Leave Me Alone" You could all see all sorts of stuff of what was going on and everything. his dad had the biggest affect on him, even when he was succeeding putting him down and also even made fun of his appearances. Maybe that's why he was never comfortable with the way he looked if you know what I mean.
There's just so much going on.Too many familiar people dying recently. I just felt like I really did lose a good friend and good childhood really did come from all his music. I feel bad no that there's going probably be pretty much an ordeal of what happen and whatever doctor is missing the speculations. Wonder what the will is going to say. All sorts of stuff going on. yet I'm just glad he's FINALLY at PEACE even with people making fun of him and spitting on his grave and what not. He still did a lot more good than bad and with the way his life turned out he deserved a lot better from all of us. I have to keep remember to look at myself and wonder what I need to do to make this place a better place.
Life
A few random updates just because I can:
-- I'm looking for a good book (or two, or hell, three) to read. I know SOMEONE on here is a bibliophile and can recommend something to me.
-- The parade today made me cry for 2 reasons. First, because when I see this old men in their uniforms, I'm forced to think of how much they risked so that other people could have what was deemed a better life. I am not a fan of war, but I'm more against the bureaucratic decisions to GO to war than I am the men and women who follow orders and fight for millions of people they've never met. I absolutely support TROOPS. I also cried because of the low turn-out, related to reason one. These brave people put so much on the line, actually risked their lives for us or are doing so currently, and I'd say less than 100 people managed to give up 20 minutes of their day to come out and say "hey, thanks for doing that".
-- The odds of me being given a pink slip on June 1st are about 99.99 to .01. Sucks. You know the situation is dire if even TEACHERS aren't guaranteed a job next year :(.
-- It's finally warmish up here; not what I want (I would be happy if it was 90 every day, and then December it dipped down to...67 (with some snow every few years), but it's warm, and I'm so much happier with it.
-- I took my mom to go see Star Trek today. I do not go see movies in the theater, but I felt compelled to go out and spend money and pretend to be normal, and I never really liked Star Trek, but enjoyed the movie a lot. More than I thought I would. Go see it.
-- I went for a 5-mile walk yesterday, and it was absolutely awesome. I walked to the high school for 2.22 miles, around the track twice, and then back home. It was the first time since getting the warning on Friday morning that I haven't thought about the fact that I'm probably going to be let go. I just put my iPod on low and worked up a good sweat (definitely never realized how steep North Street is because I've never walked up it before) and cleared my head. Realized that if I work at camp this summer, I could EASILY leave at 7:45 and walking, get there by 8:30 if not earlier. I'd leave earlier than that because I'm insane, and then I'd already be sweaty to start a full day working at camp, but it's totally doable.
-- Speaking of camp ... is it really 10 months today, Sammy? Did we really lose you 10 months ago today? That can't be possible; that doesn't feel real. I think about you every day; absolutely every day, if not more than once each day. When the clock says 8:13, it reminds me of you. When I hear Incubus or Kenny Chesney or Dierks Bentley on the radio, I close my eyes and float back to our trips on the bus. People quote Napoleon Dynamite all around me, but none of them bring a smile to my face the way you did when you'd ask me if the chickens had large talons.
Sometimes, I think about how unfair it is that we had so little time together. We were friends right away, and you were so welcoming of me even though I was brand new and you were working with people you grew up with. I always admired your heart and your spirit and your smile, and I wish we'd gotten to know each other even better. I wish I had reached out and overcome some shyness and approached you after our summer together was done. I hate the fact that I'll never get to (at least, not on Earth). I love that I can't shake you, though. That I'm constantly reminded of you, that you're all around me, and that THAT knowledge pushes me to stay connected to others. You inspired all of these letters I've been writing, Sam. Maybe one day I'll get brave and write you one. But in the spirit of not letting people slip away, I'm going to go call Lisa.
-- I'm looking for a good book (or two, or hell, three) to read. I know SOMEONE on here is a bibliophile and can recommend something to me.
-- The parade today made me cry for 2 reasons. First, because when I see this old men in their uniforms, I'm forced to think of how much they risked so that other people could have what was deemed a better life. I am not a fan of war, but I'm more against the bureaucratic decisions to GO to war than I am the men and women who follow orders and fight for millions of people they've never met. I absolutely support TROOPS. I also cried because of the low turn-out, related to reason one. These brave people put so much on the line, actually risked their lives for us or are doing so currently, and I'd say less than 100 people managed to give up 20 minutes of their day to come out and say "hey, thanks for doing that".
-- The odds of me being given a pink slip on June 1st are about 99.99 to .01. Sucks. You know the situation is dire if even TEACHERS aren't guaranteed a job next year :(.
-- It's finally warmish up here; not what I want (I would be happy if it was 90 every day, and then December it dipped down to...67 (with some snow every few years), but it's warm, and I'm so much happier with it.
-- I took my mom to go see Star Trek today. I do not go see movies in the theater, but I felt compelled to go out and spend money and pretend to be normal, and I never really liked Star Trek, but enjoyed the movie a lot. More than I thought I would. Go see it.
-- I went for a 5-mile walk yesterday, and it was absolutely awesome. I walked to the high school for 2.22 miles, around the track twice, and then back home. It was the first time since getting the warning on Friday morning that I haven't thought about the fact that I'm probably going to be let go. I just put my iPod on low and worked up a good sweat (definitely never realized how steep North Street is because I've never walked up it before) and cleared my head. Realized that if I work at camp this summer, I could EASILY leave at 7:45 and walking, get there by 8:30 if not earlier. I'd leave earlier than that because I'm insane, and then I'd already be sweaty to start a full day working at camp, but it's totally doable.
-- Speaking of camp ... is it really 10 months today, Sammy? Did we really lose you 10 months ago today? That can't be possible; that doesn't feel real. I think about you every day; absolutely every day, if not more than once each day. When the clock says 8:13, it reminds me of you. When I hear Incubus or Kenny Chesney or Dierks Bentley on the radio, I close my eyes and float back to our trips on the bus. People quote Napoleon Dynamite all around me, but none of them bring a smile to my face the way you did when you'd ask me if the chickens had large talons.
Sometimes, I think about how unfair it is that we had so little time together. We were friends right away, and you were so welcoming of me even though I was brand new and you were working with people you grew up with. I always admired your heart and your spirit and your smile, and I wish we'd gotten to know each other even better. I wish I had reached out and overcome some shyness and approached you after our summer together was done. I hate the fact that I'll never get to (at least, not on Earth). I love that I can't shake you, though. That I'm constantly reminded of you, that you're all around me, and that THAT knowledge pushes me to stay connected to others. You inspired all of these letters I've been writing, Sam. Maybe one day I'll get brave and write you one. But in the spirit of not letting people slip away, I'm going to go call Lisa.
Supporting the Troops
Telling the truth when
everyone agrees may feel good,
but it's pretty useless.
Telling the truth is far more important
when it goes AGAINST what most people think.
So I will.
prepare to be offended by the following.
Morality does not change based on birthplace or citizenship.
Whether something is good or bad doesn't depend upon
whether it's an American doing it, nor does it depend
upon where in the world it is being done.
"This is war!"
"Right and wrong don't count right now!"
Suppose there are criminals in your town.
(This won't take much imagination for most of us.)
Now suppose that a bunch of cops with machine-guns
are barging into one house after another, at random,
looking for the crooks.
Would it be ok with you when
they showed up at your house?
Well, that sort of thing wasn't ok with
the people who wrote the Constitution.
The Fourth Amendment in particular stated
that law enforcement has no right to come into
your house without your permission, unless they
have probable cause to think that a crime is happening,
or that evidence of a crime is there.
Of course, a cop's job would be a lot easier
if he didn't have to respect individual rights.
He could barge in where ever he wanted and rummage through
everyone's stuff (contrary to the Fourth Amendment), randomly
stop people and forcibly interrogate them (contrary to the
Fifth Amendment), take peoples' stuff or punish people on
a whim, lock people up without charging them with anything
(contrary to the Fifth and Sixth Amendments), and so on.
Of course he'd be an evil fascist,
but his job would be a lot easier.
Now watch some footage of U.S. troops on Iraq.
What are they doing? Barging where ever they want,
with guns drawn no less, randomly stopping people
and forcibly interrogating them, detaining people
without charges, taking property and punishing
people without a warrant or even probable cause.
So, why is that stuff good over
there if it's bad over here?
The sad but accurate answer,
for most Americans, is that the
victims are not Americans, so their
rights don't really matter.
Ever wonder how that would feel?
Wouldn't it be swell if, for our own good, if it
was decided to send troops to drive tanks around
our cities and towns, setting up random road blocks and
check points, questioning people at random, searching
where ever they wanted, and so on?
Would you feel good about that?
would it make you feel more secure?
After all, you have nothing to hide do you?
How about if they said, "Well this is WAR on (Fill in the blank)
or this is for your own protection and safety
so we HAVE to do this!". Would that make it ok?
The American troops in Iraq violate
individual rights on a daily basis.
Of course, the excuse is that they're going
after really nasty people, and they NEED to
be able to do that stuff.
Right. And that's what every tyrant in history
has used as an excuse for depriving individuals
of their rights.
It's been the default excuse for theft, torture
and murder since the beginning of recorded history.
Committing evil in the name of combating evil
is both hypocritical and patently stupid.
Incidentally, it's also EXACTLY the same excuse
that the foreign terrorists use to justify their atrocities.
It's the creed of U.S. troops and foreign "terrorists" alike.
Once upon a time, some radical extremists
declared that they believed it was "self-evident"
that ALL men are created equal, and endowed with
certain inalienable rights.
Wouldn't you consider that a good thing?
Since then, some have opined, with good reason,
that what they MEANT back then was that all white
males are created equal.
Well, we've come pretty far since then,
but today it just means "all Americans are created equal."
How about Iraqis?
Were they out sick or didn't care enough to show up
the day inalienable rights were handed out.
Killing lots of civilians, in order to
force people into changing there ways
When Arabs do it, it's called terrorism.
When Americans do it, it's heroic and righteous.
The ones who kill civilians ALWAYS say it was necessary,
and think that the ends justify the means, or they wouldn't do it.
So do I support "our" troops. No.
The fact is, "we" don't have troops.
GOVERNMENTS have troops, and they are
always used, first and foremost, to provide
power to the governments they serve.
They certainly don't represent me, and I don't
want their "protection," if the price is the
constant violation of individual rights.
And this is true even if "our" troops only
violate the rights of people who have darker skin,
wear funny clothes, and talk funny.
I guess that makes me un-American.
November 21, 2008
by Larken Rose edited a lot by me
Telling the truth when
everyone agrees may feel good,
but it's pretty useless.
Telling the truth is far more important
when it goes AGAINST what most people think.
So I will.
prepare to be offended by the following.
Morality does not change based on birthplace or citizenship.
Whether something is good or bad doesn't depend upon
whether it's an American doing it, nor does it depend
upon where in the world it is being done.
"This is war!"
"Right and wrong don't count right now!"
Suppose there are criminals in your town.
(This won't take much imagination for most of us.)
Now suppose that a bunch of cops with machine-guns
are barging into one house after another, at random,
looking for the crooks.
Would it be ok with you when
they showed up at your house?
Well, that sort of thing wasn't ok with
the people who wrote the Constitution.
The Fourth Amendment in particular stated
that law enforcement has no right to come into
your house without your permission, unless they
have probable cause to think that a crime is happening,
or that evidence of a crime is there.
Of course, a cop's job would be a lot easier
if he didn't have to respect individual rights.
He could barge in where ever he wanted and rummage through
everyone's stuff (contrary to the Fourth Amendment), randomly
stop people and forcibly interrogate them (contrary to the
Fifth Amendment), take peoples' stuff or punish people on
a whim, lock people up without charging them with anything
(contrary to the Fifth and Sixth Amendments), and so on.
Of course he'd be an evil fascist,
but his job would be a lot easier.
Now watch some footage of U.S. troops on Iraq.
What are they doing? Barging where ever they want,
with guns drawn no less, randomly stopping people
and forcibly interrogating them, detaining people
without charges, taking property and punishing
people without a warrant or even probable cause.
So, why is that stuff good over
there if it's bad over here?
The sad but accurate answer,
for most Americans, is that the
victims are not Americans, so their
rights don't really matter.
Ever wonder how that would feel?
Wouldn't it be swell if, for our own good, if it
was decided to send troops to drive tanks around
our cities and towns, setting up random road blocks and
check points, questioning people at random, searching
where ever they wanted, and so on?
Would you feel good about that?
would it make you feel more secure?
After all, you have nothing to hide do you?
How about if they said, "Well this is WAR on (Fill in the blank)
or this is for your own protection and safety
so we HAVE to do this!". Would that make it ok?
The American troops in Iraq violate
individual rights on a daily basis.
Of course, the excuse is that they're going
after really nasty people, and they NEED to
be able to do that stuff.
Right. And that's what every tyrant in history
has used as an excuse for depriving individuals
of their rights.
It's been the default excuse for theft, torture
and murder since the beginning of recorded history.
Committing evil in the name of combating evil
is both hypocritical and patently stupid.
Incidentally, it's also EXACTLY the same excuse
that the foreign terrorists use to justify their atrocities.
It's the creed of U.S. troops and foreign "terrorists" alike.
Once upon a time, some radical extremists
declared that they believed it was "self-evident"
that ALL men are created equal, and endowed with
certain inalienable rights.
Wouldn't you consider that a good thing?
Since then, some have opined, with good reason,
that what they MEANT back then was that all white
males are created equal.
Well, we've come pretty far since then,
but today it just means "all Americans are created equal."
How about Iraqis?
Were they out sick or didn't care enough to show up
the day inalienable rights were handed out.
Killing lots of civilians, in order to
force people into changing there ways
When Arabs do it, it's called terrorism.
When Americans do it, it's heroic and righteous.
The ones who kill civilians ALWAYS say it was necessary,
and think that the ends justify the means, or they wouldn't do it.
So do I support "our" troops. No.
The fact is, "we" don't have troops.
GOVERNMENTS have troops, and they are
always used, first and foremost, to provide
power to the governments they serve.
They certainly don't represent me, and I don't
want their "protection," if the price is the
constant violation of individual rights.
And this is true even if "our" troops only
violate the rights of people who have darker skin,
wear funny clothes, and talk funny.
I guess that makes me un-American.
November 21, 2008
by Larken Rose edited a lot by me
The Culprit Identified!
My eyes are still red, but today at work I found out what the culprit was. Drum roll please...
It was the eyelash glue! The woman who I usually work with didn't come in today so another girl, a college student subbed for her. She has competed in a lot of pageants and recently won second runner up in the Miss Texas pageant. She said normally she doesn't wear make up ever, but when she's competing she wears make up and false eyelashes. She said by the end of the day the glue irritates her eyes so much that they pretty much end up looking like mine -- sometimes worse.
This makes sense to me. The two times I wore false eyelashes were the only times my eyes got horribly bloodshot -- so bloodshot that no amount of Visine would clear them up. I knew it couldn't have been my contacts because A) they didn't feel uncomfortable at anytime. B) I've never had this type of reaction to them before.
"Ann" is a very interesting young lady.
She competed for the title of Miss Texas as the winner of the Miss Plano pageant.
Here's a picture of her winning the Miss Plano pageant.
I'm glad she just happened to be there to clear up the mystery of my bloodshot eyes. I couldn't find a decent lead anywhere on the internet! Anyway, this young lady is sweet and humble and has a good platform. She will be competing for Miss Texas again this year and I wish her the best of luck. I know she'll kick butt in the talent portion of the competition because she won it last year! :)
It was the eyelash glue! The woman who I usually work with didn't come in today so another girl, a college student subbed for her. She has competed in a lot of pageants and recently won second runner up in the Miss Texas pageant. She said normally she doesn't wear make up ever, but when she's competing she wears make up and false eyelashes. She said by the end of the day the glue irritates her eyes so much that they pretty much end up looking like mine -- sometimes worse.
This makes sense to me. The two times I wore false eyelashes were the only times my eyes got horribly bloodshot -- so bloodshot that no amount of Visine would clear them up. I knew it couldn't have been my contacts because A) they didn't feel uncomfortable at anytime. B) I've never had this type of reaction to them before.
"Ann" is a very interesting young lady.
She competed for the title of Miss Texas as the winner of the Miss Plano pageant.
Here's a picture of her winning the Miss Plano pageant.
I'm glad she just happened to be there to clear up the mystery of my bloodshot eyes. I couldn't find a decent lead anywhere on the internet! Anyway, this young lady is sweet and humble and has a good platform. She will be competing for Miss Texas again this year and I wish her the best of luck. I know she'll kick butt in the talent portion of the competition because she won it last year! :)
A good introduction
Well, I'm not sure how to begin. I never really am. and i'm a bit wary of admitting to much about myself. I've been burned recently by a few people who were supposed to care.
First, Everyone calls me Turtle. Its for several reasons. The turtle is my totem animal. I have many "turtle " quallities. I am slow, but persistant and steady. I don't give up, but will dig in and wait for better things to happen. I have a good respect for turtles.
Second. I am definitely my own person. I do what seems right for me to do at the time,even if it's NOT what everyone else might do. I also give my opinion, whether its wanted or not, and I will say what's on my mind. Unfiltered. I am who I am, and I really don't see why I should change that for any reason.And that can cause issues. Some people prefer getting filters.
I am one of those Lucky people who has TWO families. An adopted family and my biological family. I am in contact with both, and sometimes it causes problems, since they don't really get along. My foster/adoptive family are good people at heart though. I think they just don't want to see me hurt.
I am disabled now. And developed neurological issues and some mental illnesses. I also have heart problems.unfortunately, I used to self-medicate. And I became addicted to Meth. Its not something I'm proud of, but its not something that I hide, either.
I am engaged to the love of my life! We will be married in November.
I am active in church. At my current church I play softball. (well I occasionally keep the record books, but good enough for now)I also fold the bullitens every single Sunday. (except this week and next, since i'm on vacation)I also volunteered for VBS. Thats where I was when I took my profile pic. It said "ALOHA" but only HA came out in the photo. That kinda says it all.
I always feel like so many adults take themselves way too seriously.
I am back at school, working to get my teaching credential for CA. That was something I could never understand I can teach in Oregon but not in California.Hmm.
First, Everyone calls me Turtle. Its for several reasons. The turtle is my totem animal. I have many "turtle " quallities. I am slow, but persistant and steady. I don't give up, but will dig in and wait for better things to happen. I have a good respect for turtles.
Second. I am definitely my own person. I do what seems right for me to do at the time,even if it's NOT what everyone else might do. I also give my opinion, whether its wanted or not, and I will say what's on my mind. Unfiltered. I am who I am, and I really don't see why I should change that for any reason.And that can cause issues. Some people prefer getting filters.
I am one of those Lucky people who has TWO families. An adopted family and my biological family. I am in contact with both, and sometimes it causes problems, since they don't really get along. My foster/adoptive family are good people at heart though. I think they just don't want to see me hurt.
I am disabled now. And developed neurological issues and some mental illnesses. I also have heart problems.unfortunately, I used to self-medicate. And I became addicted to Meth. Its not something I'm proud of, but its not something that I hide, either.
I am engaged to the love of my life! We will be married in November.
I am active in church. At my current church I play softball. (well I occasionally keep the record books, but good enough for now)I also fold the bullitens every single Sunday. (except this week and next, since i'm on vacation)I also volunteered for VBS. Thats where I was when I took my profile pic. It said "ALOHA" but only HA came out in the photo. That kinda says it all.
I always feel like so many adults take themselves way too seriously.
I am back at school, working to get my teaching credential for CA. That was something I could never understand I can teach in Oregon but not in California.Hmm.
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