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Freezepop's subliminal advertising finally caused me to snap.
When I went shopping with dad earlier, I had to add a 2 litre bottle of Sprite to the trolley.
I was actually walking alongside him, proper singing it.
What makes a melonball bounce?
The ice tart taste of Sprite!
With a melon and a scoop, and a bottle of Sprite,
You can make the prettiest drinks in sight!
I stayed up until 6AM last night, playing Pokémon Mystery Dungeon Blue.
The forum users on my fanfiction.net were discussing it - and it sparked off my impulse to want to play it.
I can never play DS games during the day - I have to play them in bed, in the middle of the night, with my headphones. :)
I'm playing as an Eevee named Emily, and a Cyndaquil called Volvic.
My rescue team is called Dominatrix.
Within 3 hours of playing, I'm at Mt. Thunder, just about to go and battle Zapdos, I've recruited 15 Pokémon to my team, and I'm at the Silver rank now, with 520 rescue team points.
WHY ON EARTH HAS "SEE EMILY PLAY" COME UP AS A SUGGESTED TAG?!
Though, I love that song.
Pink Floyd are awesome.
I NEVER EVEN MENTIONED EMILY!
Lmfao alright, I'll mention her now.
Emily and I still have our communications ban - so we're still using a limited amount of e-mails to talk. It's better than nothing.
I'm jealous of her at the moment.
I have writer's block, and she doesn't.
Grrrr...
In other news, I bought a Toxic magazine when I went shopping with dad.
This issue had 4 free gifts with it - a sweatband, a minature fiction book, a poster and an inflatable caveman club.
I like Toxic magazine.
Even though it's for like, 10 year old boys, I like the comics, the jokes, the toilet humour and the game reviews.
It satisfys my inner self. :)
So here's a photo of me with my new toy.
I even applied some war-paint.
It's actually eyeshadow - but I'm never going to use it for decent purposes. :D
Dixie smash. Ugg ugga smash. :)
Well I got up early to get in some Yoga and print some pages of my homework so I can steal a few minutes at work to read up on it a little. I feel pretty good but I really need to finish a story to send in to the school literary journal. I am pretty excited about it and I really hope that they like it enough to publish it.
I was thinking about toxins and how the people and situations we invite in can be detrimental to our health and happiness. Toxicities come in many shapes and forms and usually we concentrate on the chemical ones rather than the corporeal ones. I say this because for a while I had an extremely toxic element around me. The more work I put into it the more it seemed to take from me. Before long I was drained and running on empty. I had no reserves for myself. Not only that my health had suffered and I was feeling every single pulled that the toxic element had siphoned.
My mood had plummeted. My self esteem and confidence were nil and I started behaving as if I was defined by the whims and moods of the toxic element. Then one day, something changed. I changed. I dont know what happened but I was done. I was tired, moody, in particularly poor health and Damn-It all I was DONE! This element had to go! It was either it or me and as low as I was I knew that I didnt want it to be me!
It took a minute for me to see the lesson in it all but I did. I felt used, I'm not saying that I was but I sure felt it and if I felt it then it was true for me. I felt silly, stupid and gullible, like a child. I had always been so empowered, what the hell had I been thinking? I know, what I was thinking. I let myself get caught up in what I thought I should want instead of really just digging in and NOT settling for what I already had. And what I had was not at all what I wanted and was truly toxic. I was wilting from the inside out. There are a lot of us out there who just dont know how to make the moves we need/want to make. We get used to toxicity, we get used to the bad elements and we bring into us and let it rule. We condition ourselves to not only survive off of less than what we need/deserve but to reprogram ourselves into believing that this is all we are worth.
Here is an exercise, go somewhere. It could be the backyard, the front porch, the kitchen or anywhere that is silent and vacant. Sit down. and just think about YOU. That's it. It may be hard at first but when your thoughts wander off bring them back to you. It could be something small about yourself. NOTHING NEGATIVE! Dont be sitting around thinking about how you could be thinner or taller or whatever. Think of how can get something that you want. Think of something you would like to do but havent. Think of ways to get the things you sacrifice constantly for others. This is not selfish. YOU deserve things just as others do. You deserve to be happy and fulfilled. Just take 15 minutes to think of just you. Out of a Whole day, 15 minutes is very very small. You deserve AT LEAST that dont you?
That's all for now!
Goddess Bless
and stab me with dagger lips
you poison me with toxic words
blown away by bomb fingertips
I take bullets with tender blues
I bear a blade with skin
I ingest ricin tongues with drums
I recieve shrapnel within
you drop your magnum iris flames
steel drips blood on your saddle
ya know you can't tame flies inside eyelid gums
palms freeze the heat of battle
will you reload with lightning clips
and get a handle on death
and channel flapping mustard gas
where your claws explode like breath
you shoot me with your pistol eyes
and stab me with dagger lips
you poison me with toxic words
blown away by bomb fingertips
http://www.cnn.com/2007/US/06/12/toxic.tapwater/index.html
Well, today was the first day of my second year of Nursing.
Good lord.
We were waiting for the ride to take us to the hospital . . . and it left without the entire class! Good thing there was another bus.
It was straight to the hospital right away for a lecture on maternal nursing. How to deliver a baby, the multiple fetal positions, how to document the important information relating to both mother and child (which isn't as easy as it looks, because the form has questions such as "[the measurement of] cervical dilation," "gravida," "contractions per ten minutes," et cetera, all of which have their own "codes" that we'll be using to answer) . . .
Then, the bus that drove us there . . . did not come back for us.
I had to hitch a ride with a friend.
I'm tired already--and it's only the first day.
Suffice it to say . . . I know I'm in for one hell of a ride.
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