Michael Jackson : 10 icons

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( L.O.V.E )

Now I'm *really* bored of Media. I've been doing it since about 10am. I'm not much further than when I started. Sigh. Carl wants far too much it's crazycakes. And then that next deadline, the 23rd (after the one I'm working towards which is the 18th). I cannot bear to even think about it, seriously. All I can do to stay even the slightest bit sane at the moment, is to take it as it comes. I seriously cannot afford to worry about every little thing right now. I can only do what I can. I work over time as it is. So tbh, if my essay introduction is a bit thin, well, sorry. If my History essay plan is a bit shit, well, then, sorry. I have more important stuff to do.

Anyways I think I should go rush the end of my Media work now. Needs to be done and forgotten about ready for the next part. Ugh. Five days is not enough to conduct research and make a Powerpoint in, and possibly even moar I don't remember. Especially when you don't even HAVE Powerpoint. Thank Heathus for those chums offering to lend their laptops and such to me <3 you are angels!

I ripped my favorite jeans the other day. on the coffee table of all things. So now I just have these ones and they never really fit that well.

I'm hanging out in some cafe on granville island at the moment. it's Vancouver so it's raining. My arm hurts from the H1N1 vaccination I got yesterday. my pants don't fit. It's uncomfortably cold and damp. There's an incredibly snooty lady sitting near me who thinks she's enlightened and won't shut up. And I still don't really know where Dan and I stand on our relationship.

I do feel bad. I mean, he didn't hurt anyone even though he could have. Right now he's just a guy who made a dumb mistake. And he's barely ate or slept since I raged at him, because I raged at him. And now he's sick. At this point I feel sorry for him. I guess he can't really move on with his life like this, and I don't want to be holding him back from that. At the same time, he was drunk at 8 am and ran his car off the busiest highway in the country. You're damn right I'm pissed off at him. Then again, if I had his problems, I'd want to be drunk at 8 am too.

So I just texted him to say I forgive him. I guess we'll carry on from here. Sigh.

And I'm sorely tempted to cut off my hair again. It's been getting on my nerves.

On the upside, I'm meeting Emmi in a bit. There will be shopping and beer and a cathartic yapping session. Until then, grrr... arrrgh.

Does anyone know more about charities that will help cancer patients pay for their hospital bills? I know they exist, I'm just having a hard time finding them. My brother is doing not so well monetarily after his surgery because his insurance wouldn't cover it all and his work isn't giving him paid time off for his recovery.

PLEASE!

http://www.catacombscds.com/band/HIM.html

Hey lords and ladies. Here's an amazing post from ontd. 15 pages of YA book recs featuring female protagonists. Go ontd! Even though the comm is ripe for/with wank I love that there is also a (small?, persistent) strong presence of feminists on there willing to educate/debate, and we get posts like this that call out the misogyny in a book that result in people listing their favorite books with strong girls/women.

( the personal list I gathered so far from them to read or re-read. collected from up to pg 8 )

and
Maru in Michigan, adorable dog blog. So very fucking adorable, fucking seriously. Pics look good, dog looks good, some good setups. part of a Japanese blog ring that ranks popular dog blogs.

and!

Vogue by Luminosity, it came out in 2007 so you might've seen it before. You don't need to have watched 300 to get/enjoy it, and the editing is quite beautiful on its own. It's a mashup of 300 with Madonna's "Vogue." Don't judge it by the weirdly crappy screengrab? Uhh I don't recall a red rectangle appearing anywhere in the video. Her summary:
Bite me, Frank Miller.

I didn't see these so I post now, I hope you like! :D
as there are lots of pictures would be annoying to put them all in one link so I zip and upload

A tip for boxers:

You are making a sandwich.

Your hands are the bread. Besides your head.

Your head is in the middle it is the meat.

Protect the meat.

:D

Makes sense lol, also makes me laugh.

Venus Doom - Him -

 DICIAMO NO ALLA PRIVATIZZAZIONE DELL'ACQUA, FIRMIAMO QUESTA PETIZIONE. Servono tante firme, ma ce la faremo!!! Non possono toglierci questo bene primario, l'acqua non può diventare un businnes!!!
http://www.petizionionline.it/petizione/campagna-nazionale-salva-lacqua-il-governo-privatizza-l-acqua-/133

An important history lesson!
This is the story of women who were ground-breakers. These brave U.S. Women from the early 1900s made all the difference in the lives we live today.

Remember, it was not until 1920 that women were granted the right to go to the polls and vote.

The women were innocent and defenseless, but when, in North America , women picketed in front of
The White House, carrying signs asking for the vote, they were jailed.

And by the end of the first night in jail, those women were barely alive.
Forty prison guards wielding clubs and their warden's blessing
Went on a rampage against the 33 women wrongly convicted of
'obstructing sidewalk traffic.'

(Lucy Burns)
They beat Lucy Burns, chained her hands to the cell bars above
Her head and left her hanging for the night, bleeding and gasping
For air.

(Dora Lewis)
They hurled Dora Lewis into a dark cell, smashed her
Head against an iron bed and knocked her out cold. Her cellmate,
Alice Cosu, thought Lewis was dead and suffered a heart attack.
Additional affidavits describe the guards grabbing, dragging,
Beating, choking, slamming, pinching, twisting and kicking the women.

Thus unfolded the 'Night of Terror' on Nov. 15, 1917,
When the warden at the Occoquan Workhouse in Virginia ordered his
Guards to teach a lesson to the suffragists imprisoned there because
They dared to picket Woodrow Wilson's White House for the right
To vote.

For weeks, the women's only water came from an open pail.. Their
Food--all of it colorless slop--was infested with worms.

(Alice Paul)
When one of the leaders, Alice Paul, embarked on a hunger strike, they tied her to a
Chair, forced a tube down her throat and poured liquid into her until she vomited.
She was tortured like this for weeks until word was smuggled out to the press.

All women who have ever voted, have ever owned property, have ever enjoyed equal rights need to remember that women’s rights had to be fought for in Canada as well. Do our daughters and our sisters know the price that was paid to earn rights for women here, in North America ?

2009 is the 80th Anniversary of the Persons Case in Canada ,
Which finally declared women in Canada to be Persons!

“Knowledge is Freedom: hide it, and it withers; share it, and it blooms” (P. Hill)

 

Apart from the fact that I left out the images and removed the Comic Sans, this was in my inbox today. I didn't want to forward it, but I did want to share it, so.

It's sickening. I'm so glad I live now.

Angela Chase: "There's something about Sunday night that really makes you want to kill yourself."

I'd even say Sunday morning to be honest. Especially this morning. Ugh. I have to do my Foundation applications, try and get as much Art done as possible (difficult considering I only have today to try and get 6 A2 sized pieces done. They are for Thursday but I'm out practically every night next week) and I gotta fit in some History note-taking somewhere before Wednesday. I wish I could have an identical twin running around doing the boring stuff, while I did the stuff I actually care about. Sigh.

Last night was fantastic. A massive group of us went to the fireworks at Kempton. When we were at the train station, there was a man who looked like he was climbing down off the platform, to get under the train. We all watched, confused, apart from Ros who started walking over. Other people ran over to him to yank him out from underneath. I didn't know what the hell he was doing, until people started asking if he was alright and he held up his phone. A woman, presumably who was with him, came back off the train and was like, "what are you doing?" And he showed her the phone. Tres, tres odd.

When we got there, a few of us (including me) bought some flashing Lightsabres to mess around with. I'd taken my Nikon D60 camera with me as well and was practically cradling it all night long. It didn't leave me the whole night apart from when I tried to win Rach a Spiderman at the fair. I gave the camera to Beth and said, "guard this with your life." All wide-eyed and I-will-not-be-happy-if-you-lose-this kinda face. She was right by me, so it was fine. Haha.

Rach: "Gah. I need someone who plays cricket to win me this thing."
Me: *Standing right next to Rach* - "I played it for ten years."
Rach: "Excellent! Then you'll do fine!"

I did fail (I haven't played cricket for ages now - lost my throwing technique haha. Plus I think those cans you have to knock down are weighted in the bottom...) LOL. The rest of the guys (except Beth and sometimes Rach, when she was there) went on various rides and stuff while I admired teh pretteh lights and things. I snapped away all night long, using those beautiful long shutter speeds to get motion blur and the like. It was really fun as I kept showing everyone what I was taking photos of. A lot of the guys were helping out too, waving their lightsabres around to create effects. Everyone was in high spirits, especially me as Beth gave me flying saucers (never a good idea!)

Then the actual fireworks were summin' else! Set to pretty much every single Bond theme in existence - it dazzled and amazed. I was shooting away as it was spectacular, and such a good photo op. Then we set off back to the fair where I took moar photos as it began to drizzle with rain. As we carried on it stopped, and then as we left, it rained much, much harder. Me and Beth strolled along without umbrellas and we admired the rain reflected in the streetlamps on the way to the station. While on the station we played all sorts of music and sang songs. What larks!

When I got in, I heard that Jamie's performance at the Remembrance Festival thing on TV was a shambles. Apparently he forgot the words right at the beginning! You'd think you would practice more, if you weren't that good at it xD oh silly Jammie. Bless him though, he'll be cursed by that for ages now!

west wing with Edward James Olmos? I'll take it! Today I'll definitely take it.

There's movement I guess. We're 'taking a break' at least until the end of my woodworking phase, which is in a couple weeks. And then we're having 'a discussion'.

Not that I know what either of those things really mean for us at the moment.