Fe Fi Fo Fum, I smell the blood of an english muffin
*stretches and strolls merely back into LJ after, glances at date and gets the nervous anime laugh and face complete with hand on the back of the head* after, a very, very, very long time. Sorry for anyone who reads my lj about the massive gap between entries. I don't know if it's my laziness ot just lack of things to type. Anyway, I'm back so here it goes.......
well, what can I say about today. Woke up this morning late again, around noon. I really hate waking up that late. I may not show it alot of the time but I really do. I wake up looking at the clock and thinking of all the things I could have acomplished in those hours of the morning when I was sleeping. Ooooohhh the things I could accomplish. Oh well, another hours of the morning wasted today, Ra I've got to stop doing this.
On Saturday Gretchen and I went home to give some papers to her mom and I had to stop by my house to pick up some stuff, both for school and just because I wanted to take it. When we came into Granby we where pointing out all the new houses that they where building and especially the closing, permanently, our happy little Granby theater. All of that and the new Sky High and the hole in the ground that was once the new town hall got me thinking: "It was really good to come from such a small mountain town and I actually really do miss it." As much as I showed in high school that I wanted to get out and see the world and everything, as much as I may have said that I want to get out of the town of granby because it was so boring, In the end, I really didn't mean it. After all, it's not everyone that can stand up and say that I came from (enter whatever city/town you came from here) with that much pride. But I discovered, with my home town, I can. Be able to stand up and say that this is my little home town. Back in Granby in the high school days, nothing in that place could be kept a secret and eventually, you couldn't go anywhere without walking in and at least two or three people calling you by name. Sorry that I can't really explain it that well. I guess, that sence of smallness that we all had also gave us a sence of closeness that very few towns experience. We knew all the places that everyone went to hang out, we knew where the most popular spots where, we probably knew where the places with the best views where. All of us may have come from that very same small town waaaay up in the mountains that outside we may have all made fun of but we knew how to have a blast in that place, our place.
It's the funny thing about the past, you never really know exactly just how much it means to you until it is gone, part of a past that you can't go back to physicaly. *Lol* But to all my friends I say this, we'll always have water wars in Grand Lake Park (hehe, dump the cooler on Kevin,) Hide and seek in Romp (Asher is very VERY compact,) The filming of Dark Side (damn woofing dog,) and Cast Parties (Yaaaay for breaking glass on stage!) Lmao. Sherling Rocks!!!!
Now for a COMPLETE shift of gear: Plastic Surgery, How can anyone think that is natural or good!!
People, people wanting to look like stars that they see on magazines or in advertisments or to change their looks because some owner of a strip club says they don't have the right body to be a stripper. Well, first I should probably explain the shift change. I was at the club house at belmar waiting fro a computer to print stuff out. On the tv there they had on the show "I want a celerbity face" In which a women goes to the owner of an exotic dance club and tries to get a job only to get rejected due to how here body looks. These women then go through a plastic surgon to get complete plastic surgery, most using pictures of Brittany Spears as an example of what they want to look like. Now, the next part of the show actually has about a minute clips of the actual surgery itself. First thing the docter does, is cut a whole of flesh out of the womens breats and shoves in a plastic pouch full of jell into it before sewing it back up. Congratulations, your tatas have now been barbiefied. To reshape the nose, the doctor actually shoves a metal rod up the womens nose, and uses it to break up the crtilage in her nose to reform it. Blood trickles down the womens face when the rod is removed. Seeing what they do just disgusted me and made me wonder why any women would go to such lengths as that just to get what they see as "beautiful." I thought they looked fine before.
But anyway, enough of my random ramblings. One last thing before I go though, I am currently helping out a store with a petition to stop the killings of wolves in Alaska. Basically, it's a petition to stop the legalization of what people call "Ariel hunting" in which hunters either shoot and kill wolves from the air in a plane or helicopter or they use the plane to locate the wolf, land, then shoot it. If anyone who reads this would be intarested in signing, please let me know either by lj or my email address which is demonfury48@yahoo.com
Thank you
well, what can I say about today. Woke up this morning late again, around noon. I really hate waking up that late. I may not show it alot of the time but I really do. I wake up looking at the clock and thinking of all the things I could have acomplished in those hours of the morning when I was sleeping. Ooooohhh the things I could accomplish. Oh well, another hours of the morning wasted today, Ra I've got to stop doing this.
On Saturday Gretchen and I went home to give some papers to her mom and I had to stop by my house to pick up some stuff, both for school and just because I wanted to take it. When we came into Granby we where pointing out all the new houses that they where building and especially the closing, permanently, our happy little Granby theater. All of that and the new Sky High and the hole in the ground that was once the new town hall got me thinking: "It was really good to come from such a small mountain town and I actually really do miss it." As much as I showed in high school that I wanted to get out and see the world and everything, as much as I may have said that I want to get out of the town of granby because it was so boring, In the end, I really didn't mean it. After all, it's not everyone that can stand up and say that I came from (enter whatever city/town you came from here) with that much pride. But I discovered, with my home town, I can. Be able to stand up and say that this is my little home town. Back in Granby in the high school days, nothing in that place could be kept a secret and eventually, you couldn't go anywhere without walking in and at least two or three people calling you by name. Sorry that I can't really explain it that well. I guess, that sence of smallness that we all had also gave us a sence of closeness that very few towns experience. We knew all the places that everyone went to hang out, we knew where the most popular spots where, we probably knew where the places with the best views where. All of us may have come from that very same small town waaaay up in the mountains that outside we may have all made fun of but we knew how to have a blast in that place, our place.
It's the funny thing about the past, you never really know exactly just how much it means to you until it is gone, part of a past that you can't go back to physicaly. *Lol* But to all my friends I say this, we'll always have water wars in Grand Lake Park (hehe, dump the cooler on Kevin,) Hide and seek in Romp (Asher is very VERY compact,) The filming of Dark Side (damn woofing dog,) and Cast Parties (Yaaaay for breaking glass on stage!) Lmao. Sherling Rocks!!!!
Now for a COMPLETE shift of gear: Plastic Surgery, How can anyone think that is natural or good!!
People, people wanting to look like stars that they see on magazines or in advertisments or to change their looks because some owner of a strip club says they don't have the right body to be a stripper. Well, first I should probably explain the shift change. I was at the club house at belmar waiting fro a computer to print stuff out. On the tv there they had on the show "I want a celerbity face" In which a women goes to the owner of an exotic dance club and tries to get a job only to get rejected due to how here body looks. These women then go through a plastic surgon to get complete plastic surgery, most using pictures of Brittany Spears as an example of what they want to look like. Now, the next part of the show actually has about a minute clips of the actual surgery itself. First thing the docter does, is cut a whole of flesh out of the womens breats and shoves in a plastic pouch full of jell into it before sewing it back up. Congratulations, your tatas have now been barbiefied. To reshape the nose, the doctor actually shoves a metal rod up the womens nose, and uses it to break up the crtilage in her nose to reform it. Blood trickles down the womens face when the rod is removed. Seeing what they do just disgusted me and made me wonder why any women would go to such lengths as that just to get what they see as "beautiful." I thought they looked fine before.
But anyway, enough of my random ramblings. One last thing before I go though, I am currently helping out a store with a petition to stop the killings of wolves in Alaska. Basically, it's a petition to stop the legalization of what people call "Ariel hunting" in which hunters either shoot and kill wolves from the air in a plane or helicopter or they use the plane to locate the wolf, land, then shoot it. If anyone who reads this would be intarested in signing, please let me know either by lj or my email address which is demonfury48@yahoo.com
Thank you