Hello again folks- whoever is actually reading that is. It's been quite a while, but my life has taken multiple twists and turns and due to the fact that no one really seemed enthused about my writing I dropped it. But I'm trying to have renewed faith- so let's see how this goes.
I've decided to do my new blog topic on Human need and greed- because honestly it disgusts me. As most of the topics I've already gone through do, but this one has personal meaning to someone very close to me.
It has come to my attention that before thinking of the needs of others the only needs in our heads are our own. And that seems to be priority numero uno. Which is sad really- in a world where children are starving or being used as sex slaves and soldiers, no one has yet stopped to consider not doing it once they've started. Why? Because this is what they need from these kids. They need sex, they need war, they need death and blood and heartbreak and violence- and sadness. And what's really terrible is when these people don't just exist in the world of third world countries and hatred- but live in our own worlds.
You don't need to put a gun in a childs hand to be dealing cruelty to another human being. All you need is intention, greed, hurtful words and a very well played lie. I've seen the end result of this, and honestly guys I have lost most faith (or what I had left) in humanity. These people are next door, across a chatroom, across a regular restaurant room, everywhere. And they obviously don't care. As long as we're getting what we want out of people that's all that matters right? Fuck that. Fuck you if you just agreed with that sentence. I challenge you to go through what people on the other end of that sentence go through and not wish you could sleep for 100 years and never wake up.
I don't know how anyone can lie to another person over a period of almost literally months and then turn around and spit on them. "Well it worked for me didn't it?" yeah and now you're just a fat lazy fuck in front of a computer with some girls nude pictures because she thought you loved her. Good job asswipe, you've ruined someones portrayal of happily ever after which have I not already ranted is HARD TO FUCKING FIND?! Honestly if you crave nude pictures so badly go spend the buck ninety nine on some porn site for a day worth of dirty pictures and leave peoples hearts out of it. Or maybe you craved that attention? Yeah real good of you to take it from someone so willing to give- and then lie to them. You have to be some kind of sick fuckin weirdo not to feel that persons aches and pains on the other end of your snake tongue spinning webs of lies. That, or you are outright selfish.
That's what you have to be to do this- selfish. You must have it in your head that because the world was cruel and mean and unfair to you, you only deserve what you can't have right? Fuck off- you're the type of person that goes through highschool wishing they were someone else, and get into the real world and act as if you're gods fuckin gift to humanity. Probably end up as a cop, a soldier, marine, etc. something in the position where you can tell people to fuck off with authority right? Please. Get over yourself. If this is you, you've successfully become that asshole that picked on you in highschool and are now just as big a loser as they said you were then. But wait- not your fault you argue? You were tormented daily? Lots of kids are- and here's where the vicious circle starts.
Some kid has problems at home or maybe he's never good enough for his dad- therefore he needs to bring down other people to feel better about what he doesn't seem to be able to accomplish. That way, he's at least accomplished making you feel like shit- which makes him look that much better in his own rose colored contact lense eyes. It's the need driving us again, driving us to want things that aren't ours to take. Dignity, love, loyalty, trust, whatever we can really get our hands on. That's called greed. And fuckers like this douchebag who fucked with someone's heart very close to me are loaded full of greed, whines, excuses, but most of all bullshit. His big brown or green eyes are only that color for one reason, ladies- he's either full of shit or a complete slime. It's not because they're there for you to stare into while he oozes lie after lie to get you into bed, or to get you to strip- which you will because being sad, lonely, depressed or otherwise in your relationship or life you're willing to take whatever you can get.
Aaaand the vicious circle gets bigger. But don't think this is all men doing this, the only reason I'm ripping the male species apart is because of this one particular asshole. Women do it too, all the time. Take what you want and walk away smiling. Yeah, okay, see how long that smile lasts when someone does that to YOU, you cold heartless know-it-all bitch. These are the kinds of girls getting into clubs before they're of age because they can, the kind of girls taking advantage of that one teacher that likes them, the kind of girls that will gossip in the hallways or openly call you a freak or a loser. The same kind of girl that just can't live up to whatever their parents want from them, which is sad. We all want what we need and need what we want- but for all the wrong reasons.
Don't get me wrong- there are quite a few genuine people in this world. People who couldn't keep up a lie like that to someone so pure of heart, someone so good of intention without feeling at least the slightest of guilt or pang of regret. And don't give me that bullshit "I did feel bad, every day, every time I talked to him/her" because you can take that and shove it down your throat with your foot til you choke on it. Thoroughly. If you gave two shits at all, if these people even had an ounce of care in them for this topic- they wouldn't have begun whatsoever. And if they were found out, and didn't appologize or admit to being a complete loser- that just means that you REALLY didn't care. At this point I dare you to look me in the face and say "I felt bad all the time" because I will literally break your teeth as your tongue forms the words because all they are is another one of your well formed fucked up subconcsious lies or ideas to make yourself feel better.
So next time you decide to break someones heart for your own pleasure, lead someone on because you want to see how long it'll last, or just keep someone around because it's easier that way- I'd be best advised to avoid me, you sick mother fucker. Because next time you break a heart- if I ever find you- I'll do more than break my foot off in your ass. I'll do you one better- I'll break your own foot off in your ass, along with shattering all of your teeth so that you can't spin lies to hurt others for a good while, break your fingers to prevent online computer bullshit, and then if you so happen to be of the male race I'm going to break off that tiny dick of yours that you feel you need to compensate for by being a douche bag and feed it to you as a hot dog at your next family reunion.
Other than my cursing and raging- please, next time you decide to sneer at that girl with zits or that boy with a weight problem as you walk down the hallway, consider that one day that very person could be seeking revenge and harming you in the most brutal way possible. Doesn't need to be physical to hurt, folks. Iris aus.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Saturday, June 21, 2008
iPod=$250, CD=$15, Total Audio System for your car= $2000, Getting dinged for downloading by some rich has been= Priceless.
So I don't know if anyone has heard, but there's a new nifty little bill the government has so graciously decided to drop in our laps. But like most bills, it's a ticking time bomb that no one is sure will even explode- but if it does, it'll take all of us with it. Along with our wallets that is. It's called Copyright Bill C-61, against all illegal downloading of media software including music, videos, and applications. Basically, MC Hammer wants his money.
I know I say this in almost every blog- but what the fuck. Just because you failed as an artist and your CD is no longer available, therefore forcing me to download it- doesn't mean you're entitled to what it cost me to download it. I pay my taxes, I work under the man, and if you think you're better you can suck a lemon. All this downloading fine is going to do is make more hackers who are able to break into more codes and websites and do more damage just to piss people off in the rest of the world. I mean come on! Why do you think there are egotistical fat people sitting on computers breaking into the government systems? Because they're fat? (One would think so but astonishingly not!) No! Because they're angry.
And what happens to people when you charge them for downloading? They get angry. Wow- how ironic! The very things we're trying to prevent will inevitably end up fucking us! Same old song and dance- and if it's a real old song and dance you'll end up paying for it. The government has decided that all music, video games, newspaper ads, books, etc. will be illegal and you will be fined if found copying them. They've also decided you will not be allowed to record anything on television or movies on tv. Therefore television networks will have a lockdown on them so that they're alerted when you try and record certain programs. (Cause y'know we're all making so much money off selling home recorded copies of All My Children)
Cellphones as well will have a lockdown where you cannot and wil not be able to buy a phone at one carrier and use it at another. Just so you know- we don't have a say in this. Canadians are not being included in the legislation, we're not being listened to and to top it all off they're not even meeting with intellectual parties. Gee, Harper, I'm glad you're here! I feel so much better knowing a douche-bag like you will ruin my life instead of a douche-bag hick like George Bush. The only difference? Bush is a hick. You just suck. This is ultimately the complete and utter undoing of our minority government- AND I'M NOT EVEN DONE YET!!
YouTube will have a fine for uploading ILLEGAL content. (How will I ever go on without my episodes of Grays Anatomy??) They're quoting 500$ per video. PER VIDEO!! I've also heard (don't quote me on it) that the music fee will be even more ridiculous- something like the amount of songs you have times five hundred dollars. I don't even want to think about it. Granted we should all give a little and buy a CD once in a while or even spend a couple bucks on iTunes- but go fuck yourself five hundred dollars times my songs! iTunes prices will sky rocket like the looney tunes on crack, iPods are saying they as well will raise their costs, and if you think Limewire and Kazza or wtf ever you use are going to be around much longer- think again!
The government is altogether shutting that down! Gee thanks guys! Now I can spend my afternoons in front of my computer scanning facebook hoping someone will talk to me or even watching soap operas! The only thing I can think of better than that would be a TY Beanie baby stained with the blood of child labour and oppression! Or how about a penny on the street so that I have good luck all day even though some hobo pissed on it last night! Puh-leeze. This is like a big game of gang hits. I shoot your guy, you come and kill six of mine, I have ten of yours killed, you shoot my best friend- it's all bullshit and it won't end. As soon as the government bans something we're just going to figure out another way around it. Kind of like how to get across a river- first there was more than likely a plank of wood and a stick or paddle, then there was the canoe, then the row boat, then a sail boat, and soon enough we're at the bridge. We find ways around everything and this will be no different.
Truth be told where else are we going to get rockin hits like hit me baby one more time if you can't find the CD? Where are we supposed to go to feed our addiction for this noise and crap? Honestly Britney, if you need money so badly then just stop fucking yourself over and you won't have to pay for all those lawyers. As for all the other music artists who want "their money"- you sicken me. Music! Music is beauty and breath and expression and emotion and love and art and anger and hate and happiness and memories and everything that is life. Music. Is. And what this world has done to our fair lady Music is absolutely horrific. We've twisted her around and strangled the life out of her- from Mozart and Beethoven we've transformed into Dimmu Borgir and Slipknot. Not that it's not music- for anything with notes is well deemed expression.
But it's the fact that we've gone from Music being something someone did because they loved and because they knew no other or better way to express themselves- to something someone does to make money to "live" so to speak. Sorry but unlike Victoria and David Beckham- my son won't need his own personal size mini- Hummer H2 so he can match daddy. My son will have the values and traits and beliefs as his father does- and that's all he will need. Money may very well lead to the end of all man kind. It's kind of sad really. Beethoven couldn't hear his own music, but he played because it was how he felt. His sadness or joy spilled from his hands over the ivory keys and created silk in notes. And he didn't do it for money- or other people or any of that. He did it because it was his passion and his life.
So congrats to Society, the economy, the media, and the materialistic domination of mankind. We've somehow managed to again royally fuck ourselves with sparkly dildo's made of diamonds and money and greed while we sit on our slaughtered cow aka suede love seats sipping at our Pepsi or Coca-Cola and eating our juicy deep fried or grilled and greasy dead animal burgers smothered in condiments made with chemicals (that would probably kill you if you actually ingested them without the combination of other chemicals) and watch Canadian or American Idol on our big screen plasma tv's. Sounds good to me- hand me one of them consumer whore meals and a side of go fuck yourself. Iris aus.
I know I say this in almost every blog- but what the fuck. Just because you failed as an artist and your CD is no longer available, therefore forcing me to download it- doesn't mean you're entitled to what it cost me to download it. I pay my taxes, I work under the man, and if you think you're better you can suck a lemon. All this downloading fine is going to do is make more hackers who are able to break into more codes and websites and do more damage just to piss people off in the rest of the world. I mean come on! Why do you think there are egotistical fat people sitting on computers breaking into the government systems? Because they're fat? (One would think so but astonishingly not!) No! Because they're angry.
And what happens to people when you charge them for downloading? They get angry. Wow- how ironic! The very things we're trying to prevent will inevitably end up fucking us! Same old song and dance- and if it's a real old song and dance you'll end up paying for it. The government has decided that all music, video games, newspaper ads, books, etc. will be illegal and you will be fined if found copying them. They've also decided you will not be allowed to record anything on television or movies on tv. Therefore television networks will have a lockdown on them so that they're alerted when you try and record certain programs. (Cause y'know we're all making so much money off selling home recorded copies of All My Children)
Cellphones as well will have a lockdown where you cannot and wil not be able to buy a phone at one carrier and use it at another. Just so you know- we don't have a say in this. Canadians are not being included in the legislation, we're not being listened to and to top it all off they're not even meeting with intellectual parties. Gee, Harper, I'm glad you're here! I feel so much better knowing a douche-bag like you will ruin my life instead of a douche-bag hick like George Bush. The only difference? Bush is a hick. You just suck. This is ultimately the complete and utter undoing of our minority government- AND I'M NOT EVEN DONE YET!!
YouTube will have a fine for uploading ILLEGAL content. (How will I ever go on without my episodes of Grays Anatomy??) They're quoting 500$ per video. PER VIDEO!! I've also heard (don't quote me on it) that the music fee will be even more ridiculous- something like the amount of songs you have times five hundred dollars. I don't even want to think about it. Granted we should all give a little and buy a CD once in a while or even spend a couple bucks on iTunes- but go fuck yourself five hundred dollars times my songs! iTunes prices will sky rocket like the looney tunes on crack, iPods are saying they as well will raise their costs, and if you think Limewire and Kazza or wtf ever you use are going to be around much longer- think again!
The government is altogether shutting that down! Gee thanks guys! Now I can spend my afternoons in front of my computer scanning facebook hoping someone will talk to me or even watching soap operas! The only thing I can think of better than that would be a TY Beanie baby stained with the blood of child labour and oppression! Or how about a penny on the street so that I have good luck all day even though some hobo pissed on it last night! Puh-leeze. This is like a big game of gang hits. I shoot your guy, you come and kill six of mine, I have ten of yours killed, you shoot my best friend- it's all bullshit and it won't end. As soon as the government bans something we're just going to figure out another way around it. Kind of like how to get across a river- first there was more than likely a plank of wood and a stick or paddle, then there was the canoe, then the row boat, then a sail boat, and soon enough we're at the bridge. We find ways around everything and this will be no different.
Truth be told where else are we going to get rockin hits like hit me baby one more time if you can't find the CD? Where are we supposed to go to feed our addiction for this noise and crap? Honestly Britney, if you need money so badly then just stop fucking yourself over and you won't have to pay for all those lawyers. As for all the other music artists who want "their money"- you sicken me. Music! Music is beauty and breath and expression and emotion and love and art and anger and hate and happiness and memories and everything that is life. Music. Is. And what this world has done to our fair lady Music is absolutely horrific. We've twisted her around and strangled the life out of her- from Mozart and Beethoven we've transformed into Dimmu Borgir and Slipknot. Not that it's not music- for anything with notes is well deemed expression.
But it's the fact that we've gone from Music being something someone did because they loved and because they knew no other or better way to express themselves- to something someone does to make money to "live" so to speak. Sorry but unlike Victoria and David Beckham- my son won't need his own personal size mini- Hummer H2 so he can match daddy. My son will have the values and traits and beliefs as his father does- and that's all he will need. Money may very well lead to the end of all man kind. It's kind of sad really. Beethoven couldn't hear his own music, but he played because it was how he felt. His sadness or joy spilled from his hands over the ivory keys and created silk in notes. And he didn't do it for money- or other people or any of that. He did it because it was his passion and his life.
So congrats to Society, the economy, the media, and the materialistic domination of mankind. We've somehow managed to again royally fuck ourselves with sparkly dildo's made of diamonds and money and greed while we sit on our slaughtered cow aka suede love seats sipping at our Pepsi or Coca-Cola and eating our juicy deep fried or grilled and greasy dead animal burgers smothered in condiments made with chemicals (that would probably kill you if you actually ingested them without the combination of other chemicals) and watch Canadian or American Idol on our big screen plasma tv's. Sounds good to me- hand me one of them consumer whore meals and a side of go fuck yourself. Iris aus.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
One step forward- three steps back; Beauty and the Beast
Okay so to start let's talk about the first subject of this post- one step forward three steps back. It seems to be the pattern of my life. Get ahead in school, get a good boyfriend- get real sick and miss lots of school, end up splitting with boyfriend. Get love of my life, start grade twelve- move out, drop out of school. And now it's a back and forth game of "EMPLOYED AND HOUSED" and "UNEMPLOYED AND LOOKING" what the eff guys. It's like fate is playing this cruel sick joke on me repeatedly.
So I'm not actually out of a job or house yet, (I'm expecting to be let go in the next couple days because of the stunt I pulled calling in sick 20 minutes before my graveyard shift) but I can tell you at this point I'd like to be living anywhere but here. We have these new neighbours from Alberta, who seem to think they run the place immediately once they move in. Wrong. I was here first, I pay more than you, step the fuck back. See we had this party the other night (we only do this maybe once a week if that, the only reason we're doing it again this weekend is because of my boyfriends birthday) and granted it was a Sunday night- but it only ran til about 11:15pm- and they were banging on the wall for us to keep it down at 10pm. Sorry but that's a little early for me to give two shits about your sleep.
We were avoiding the walls, not screaming, I don't remember shouting, and we didn't even have music going. (Although the TV may have been kind of loud) So a few of the people at the party shout at the wall where the banging is coming from that it's our Saturday night and to fuck off. Well not last night but the night previous I hear shouting and arguing coming from them- at 4 in the bloody morning!!! You think our hours are ridiculous?? Am I missing something here? Not to mention the wreak of crack and weed in my bathroom whenever they smoke up- the only reason I haven't complained is because life wouldn't be the same without weed. That and I can't afford to get caught. So anyway, my landlord (nice old russian guy) takes me to meet the couple yesterday and work things out- and leaves me there. Gee. Thanks. So I'm talking to the girl telling her how sorry I am and how I'm going to try and take everything into consideration a little more from now on now that I know- and her husband comes out. I don't think I've ever been more positive about a drug addict than this guy. Gaunt, sunken cheeks, shakey, loud, angry, and verbally violent.
He starts mouthin off about the other night, how pissed he was about someone telling him to fuck off and how it was their Saturday and how he would have liked to have come to our front door and kicked whose ever ass it was who said it. (Nice guy, he should run for PM) He basically repeated this several times as she's trying to re-itterate more calmly so that we can come to an understanding- but by now he is yelling. Now if there's one thing I can't stand, it's being yelled at for s.f.a.. So I calmly without cursing or shouting back, said "Can you please not yell at me?" and even she said "Steve please stop yelling". It was at this point when he looked me right in the face and said "Get the fuck out of my house." (Charmer, lucky gal that one) Thus proving that his vocabulary is just as ugly as his appearance. I told her it was nice to meet her as she seemed to be a very intelligent girl (deserves better) and looked to be pregnant. (There's the reason. right there. wow if she wasn't pregnant he'd probably be single.) In any case, he fucked up by yelling at me cause I told my landlord. Needless to say he is not impressed and I'm hoping to see the last of them sometime soon. I mean- she even commented on how I need to be more quiet at night and not yell. The only thing running through my head? Sorry my husband knows my g-spot and yours doesn't know yours. Didn't I move repeatedly to avoid these kind of douche-bags? Stick it up your ass.
Now then! Since most of my internal rage is overwith now, I'm going to start on the blatantly ex-ternal. So I don't know if you've heard, but there's a new online dating kind of matchmaking or something or other site called "Beautiful People". Their online little subtitle motto? Not afraid to be controversial! Looks matter, people want to be with someone they're attracted to, it may not be politically correct but it's true!
Might I be the first to say WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS LOAD OF DONKEY COCK!?! I'm sorry but you have to be one of three things to join this club (No. Not a single one of those is beautiful.)
1. You have to have so much muscle and ego from steroids and being spoiled that your brain is rendered permanently void of any concsious or selfless thought.
2. You have to be so plastic you could beat Barbie in a wet tee shirt contest in a Texas penitentiary full of sodomists, rapists, and those who pray on brainless morons with their twat hanging out. (I.E. You at 14 and thereafter)
3. You have to be so full of yourself that you actually choke out the words "I'm effing gorgeous" every time you look in the mirror- regardless that if it was your personality's reflection it'd be cracking.
This is why little girls are sticking their fingers down their throat, posing for pictures on facebook before they've even hit puberty, wearing mini-skirts that only cover them due to the anorexia, and are quietly wishing they were dead every time they see a blonde girl with big tits and a convertable. Even guys have this issue! I know plenty of men who are spiteful towards guys with all muscle no brain. It's sad, because honestly someones intelligence can be so gorgeous it shines through everything and anything. You don't need to be blonde, tanned, ripped, plastic, perfect, shiney, and thin just to be beautiful.
Two examples (not very good ones but work with me) of Society breaking the mold- America's Next Top Model winner this year was plus sized. Good for you Tyra- you picked someone who actually weighs more than my 10 year old sister! Beauty and the Geek- one of these plastic broads are paired up with one of the ones with a gorgeous mind. Together they learn from each other and all that crap- but y'know what, when those plastic girls say on National televison "Looks aren't everything" it could help just one person. Maybe that boy who's a little overweight and wears glasses- but could make you cry whenever he sang. Or that girl who wears all black and long sleeves because she's ashamed of her body- her artwork makes even the pro's gasp. Beauty is truly in the eye of the beholder- but I don't think that means you have it whenever you look at yourself in the mirror. I believe everyone is gorgeous in their own way. Maybe it's one feature, like Annie's eyes or Billy's smile- or maybe it's their talent like that boys voice or that girls paintings. Or yes, maybe it's their physical features.
But beware all you beautiful people out there, for physicality is only immortally beautiful if your personality can still see it through. If you are so conceited as to join this club and believe in all those values- then congratulations. You have just become, in and of itself, Beauty and the Beast. All in one person. What a fucking acheivement you are- go choke down some more diet pills and run on the treadmill your daddy bought you before you plan to go get so drunk you puke while fucking some random stranger in an alley. Because that is exactly what you are. You disgust me.
Iris aus.
So I'm not actually out of a job or house yet, (I'm expecting to be let go in the next couple days because of the stunt I pulled calling in sick 20 minutes before my graveyard shift) but I can tell you at this point I'd like to be living anywhere but here. We have these new neighbours from Alberta, who seem to think they run the place immediately once they move in. Wrong. I was here first, I pay more than you, step the fuck back. See we had this party the other night (we only do this maybe once a week if that, the only reason we're doing it again this weekend is because of my boyfriends birthday) and granted it was a Sunday night- but it only ran til about 11:15pm- and they were banging on the wall for us to keep it down at 10pm. Sorry but that's a little early for me to give two shits about your sleep.
We were avoiding the walls, not screaming, I don't remember shouting, and we didn't even have music going. (Although the TV may have been kind of loud) So a few of the people at the party shout at the wall where the banging is coming from that it's our Saturday night and to fuck off. Well not last night but the night previous I hear shouting and arguing coming from them- at 4 in the bloody morning!!! You think our hours are ridiculous?? Am I missing something here? Not to mention the wreak of crack and weed in my bathroom whenever they smoke up- the only reason I haven't complained is because life wouldn't be the same without weed. That and I can't afford to get caught. So anyway, my landlord (nice old russian guy) takes me to meet the couple yesterday and work things out- and leaves me there. Gee. Thanks. So I'm talking to the girl telling her how sorry I am and how I'm going to try and take everything into consideration a little more from now on now that I know- and her husband comes out. I don't think I've ever been more positive about a drug addict than this guy. Gaunt, sunken cheeks, shakey, loud, angry, and verbally violent.
He starts mouthin off about the other night, how pissed he was about someone telling him to fuck off and how it was their Saturday and how he would have liked to have come to our front door and kicked whose ever ass it was who said it. (Nice guy, he should run for PM) He basically repeated this several times as she's trying to re-itterate more calmly so that we can come to an understanding- but by now he is yelling. Now if there's one thing I can't stand, it's being yelled at for s.f.a.. So I calmly without cursing or shouting back, said "Can you please not yell at me?" and even she said "Steve please stop yelling". It was at this point when he looked me right in the face and said "Get the fuck out of my house." (Charmer, lucky gal that one) Thus proving that his vocabulary is just as ugly as his appearance. I told her it was nice to meet her as she seemed to be a very intelligent girl (deserves better) and looked to be pregnant. (There's the reason. right there. wow if she wasn't pregnant he'd probably be single.) In any case, he fucked up by yelling at me cause I told my landlord. Needless to say he is not impressed and I'm hoping to see the last of them sometime soon. I mean- she even commented on how I need to be more quiet at night and not yell. The only thing running through my head? Sorry my husband knows my g-spot and yours doesn't know yours. Didn't I move repeatedly to avoid these kind of douche-bags? Stick it up your ass.
Now then! Since most of my internal rage is overwith now, I'm going to start on the blatantly ex-ternal. So I don't know if you've heard, but there's a new online dating kind of matchmaking or something or other site called "Beautiful People". Their online little subtitle motto? Not afraid to be controversial! Looks matter, people want to be with someone they're attracted to, it may not be politically correct but it's true!
Might I be the first to say WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS LOAD OF DONKEY COCK!?! I'm sorry but you have to be one of three things to join this club (No. Not a single one of those is beautiful.)
1. You have to have so much muscle and ego from steroids and being spoiled that your brain is rendered permanently void of any concsious or selfless thought.
2. You have to be so plastic you could beat Barbie in a wet tee shirt contest in a Texas penitentiary full of sodomists, rapists, and those who pray on brainless morons with their twat hanging out. (I.E. You at 14 and thereafter)
3. You have to be so full of yourself that you actually choke out the words "I'm effing gorgeous" every time you look in the mirror- regardless that if it was your personality's reflection it'd be cracking.
This is why little girls are sticking their fingers down their throat, posing for pictures on facebook before they've even hit puberty, wearing mini-skirts that only cover them due to the anorexia, and are quietly wishing they were dead every time they see a blonde girl with big tits and a convertable. Even guys have this issue! I know plenty of men who are spiteful towards guys with all muscle no brain. It's sad, because honestly someones intelligence can be so gorgeous it shines through everything and anything. You don't need to be blonde, tanned, ripped, plastic, perfect, shiney, and thin just to be beautiful.
Two examples (not very good ones but work with me) of Society breaking the mold- America's Next Top Model winner this year was plus sized. Good for you Tyra- you picked someone who actually weighs more than my 10 year old sister! Beauty and the Geek- one of these plastic broads are paired up with one of the ones with a gorgeous mind. Together they learn from each other and all that crap- but y'know what, when those plastic girls say on National televison "Looks aren't everything" it could help just one person. Maybe that boy who's a little overweight and wears glasses- but could make you cry whenever he sang. Or that girl who wears all black and long sleeves because she's ashamed of her body- her artwork makes even the pro's gasp. Beauty is truly in the eye of the beholder- but I don't think that means you have it whenever you look at yourself in the mirror. I believe everyone is gorgeous in their own way. Maybe it's one feature, like Annie's eyes or Billy's smile- or maybe it's their talent like that boys voice or that girls paintings. Or yes, maybe it's their physical features.
But beware all you beautiful people out there, for physicality is only immortally beautiful if your personality can still see it through. If you are so conceited as to join this club and believe in all those values- then congratulations. You have just become, in and of itself, Beauty and the Beast. All in one person. What a fucking acheivement you are- go choke down some more diet pills and run on the treadmill your daddy bought you before you plan to go get so drunk you puke while fucking some random stranger in an alley. Because that is exactly what you are. You disgust me.
Iris aus.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Unfortunate Circumstance...
An Angel has been Reclaimed.
Due to what I've heard to be heart complications, a very wise supervisor and teacher from my elementary school has passed away. Mr. Lamberton, you will always be in my thoughts as someone I could turn to, someone who stood up for the weak and stood by the strong, and someone that was a valued role model in my life and many others. R.I.P., for you will be missed but not forgotten. Forever in our hearts.
"Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life)"
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
So make the best of this test, and don't ask why
It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.I hope you had the time of your life.
So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial
For what it's worth it was worth all the while
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right. I hope you had the time of your life.
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right. I hope you had the time of your life. It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right. I hope you had the time of your life.
May 27th, 2008 (original date of post)
Dangerously Dazzling Dreams
Okay soo I've been thinking lately just a lot about life. (You're all thinking, Gee Iris, nice broad subject- why should I even give a shit?) See truth is due to personal reasons I was forced (yes forced) to drop out of my grade twelve year in the first semester. And my grad class just had their commencement and prom night last weekend- and yes. No one bothered to ask me. But Iris, you dropped out, it's your own fault! Well no guys it's not. Anyway I'm drifting, back to the topic.
I can remember being six years old and day dreaming about my grad dress, my wedding gown, watching Disney Princess movies, not a care in the world. It's only now that I realize however, that all of those movies and all that dreaming has ruined what could have been brushed off. It's almost subliminal. The world plants these thoughts in our head that you can have a happily ever after; that you will have everything you're supposed to have throughout life. When really, it's a big game of mother fucking russian roulette- hit or miss. These Princesses go through hell and back again and still get the most amazing man, the most amazing clothes, the most amazing hair and eyes and jewellry and friends and everything. So we, as little girls follow these sketched fictional characters in that we hope to one day have everything as well. We don't think about drugs, alcohol, grades, sex, money, no no- that'll fall into place for us just like it did for Jasmine or Aurora or fucking Cinderella.
Does anyone actually know some of the real princess stories? How about the little mermaid? No, children, she does not live to walk on land. She does as the story goes lose her voice and trades it for legs for three days, but after being foiled by the sea witch and saving her prince from certain death- turns into sea foam. Yes that's right, the white shit on waves. She dies. Or Cinderella? Her step sisters cut their heels and toes off to try and fit in the glass slipper. Rapunzel? Well the witch finds her out and scalps her and kills her, then uses her hair to trick the prince and kills him too. Happy fun time stories- right kids? And I believe in Sleeping Beauty that she ages when she wakes up and becomes hideous. In any case, these princesses aren't even real to begin with, never mind being a figment of small girls day dreams from the ridiculous principals they've stood for in drawings that move.
It actually almost genuinely disgusts me that I think of how happy those snobby arrogant know it all have it all bitches are- and feel kind of miserable. I mean, I still wish that was me. What the eff guys? It's like when I was about twelve years old and I started experiencing paranormal happenings, and was told I was "Psychic-ly Gifted" so to speak and made fun of for it and misunderstood- and Harry Potter came out. What a prick that guy is. He loses his parents and fights off death as an INFANT, then he gets to go to a school in the future where everyone idolizes him and worships him because of that. Therefore he has friends and people that understand him. Of course, having it all couldn't replace your parents right? All those years of verbal and emotional abuse from your aunt and uncle? Poor Harry- right? Fuck. Off. This little bastard whines throughout every freakin' book and movie, almost gets even more people killed (wasn't it Harry's fault to begin with!?!?), and winds up destroying half the school at the same time. And what happens in the last book? Harry be praised! He hath saved us all! Not only that, but he managed to stick his head so far up his ass we can't hear his irritating bitching and complaining any more! Hooray!
It's this kind of bullshit that is filling kids heads with lies about reality. Reality is not fucking pretty nor is it comforting or easy as Harry mother fucking Potter or The Disney Princess Tales. Kiss my ass society, because you're the reason kids are slitting their wrists at night crying to Simple Plan and My Chemical Romance while they jerk off to re-runs of Sailor Moon wishing they could be someone else. Democracy should open it's fucking eyes- but oh wait! It can't! Why not? BECAUSE IT DOESN'T EXIST YOU CORPORATE BASTARDS!! In any case, although my life has been harder than I would have hoped- I've come out of it an extremely better person than I would have dreamed. I have an amazing boyfriend and a great family, and even if I didn't graduate I still have values and dreams and they're still just as valid as the next person who did. Even if those dreams are almost untouchable, (like little miss Ariel and Jasmine) and even if they hurt to think about- I'm okay with them just being dreams. Because without dreams, we might as well jump off the nearest bridge because there would be nothing to look forward to.
So at the same time that I am utterly disgusted by these Dangerously Dazzling Dreams the world and society has so subtly and successfully managed to pump into our brain- in the same sense it will eventually (I use this word in the most serious terms, because it will take a fucking LOT to come to it) teach us the difference between realistic and unrealistic goals. So thank you, Global Corporate Douche-bags, for teaching me the difference between Romantisized and Reality. Cinderella can thoroughly suck my nonexistant cock through a peepshow hole. Iris aus.
I can remember being six years old and day dreaming about my grad dress, my wedding gown, watching Disney Princess movies, not a care in the world. It's only now that I realize however, that all of those movies and all that dreaming has ruined what could have been brushed off. It's almost subliminal. The world plants these thoughts in our head that you can have a happily ever after; that you will have everything you're supposed to have throughout life. When really, it's a big game of mother fucking russian roulette- hit or miss. These Princesses go through hell and back again and still get the most amazing man, the most amazing clothes, the most amazing hair and eyes and jewellry and friends and everything. So we, as little girls follow these sketched fictional characters in that we hope to one day have everything as well. We don't think about drugs, alcohol, grades, sex, money, no no- that'll fall into place for us just like it did for Jasmine or Aurora or fucking Cinderella.
Does anyone actually know some of the real princess stories? How about the little mermaid? No, children, she does not live to walk on land. She does as the story goes lose her voice and trades it for legs for three days, but after being foiled by the sea witch and saving her prince from certain death- turns into sea foam. Yes that's right, the white shit on waves. She dies. Or Cinderella? Her step sisters cut their heels and toes off to try and fit in the glass slipper. Rapunzel? Well the witch finds her out and scalps her and kills her, then uses her hair to trick the prince and kills him too. Happy fun time stories- right kids? And I believe in Sleeping Beauty that she ages when she wakes up and becomes hideous. In any case, these princesses aren't even real to begin with, never mind being a figment of small girls day dreams from the ridiculous principals they've stood for in drawings that move.
It actually almost genuinely disgusts me that I think of how happy those snobby arrogant know it all have it all bitches are- and feel kind of miserable. I mean, I still wish that was me. What the eff guys? It's like when I was about twelve years old and I started experiencing paranormal happenings, and was told I was "Psychic-ly Gifted" so to speak and made fun of for it and misunderstood- and Harry Potter came out. What a prick that guy is. He loses his parents and fights off death as an INFANT, then he gets to go to a school in the future where everyone idolizes him and worships him because of that. Therefore he has friends and people that understand him. Of course, having it all couldn't replace your parents right? All those years of verbal and emotional abuse from your aunt and uncle? Poor Harry- right? Fuck. Off. This little bastard whines throughout every freakin' book and movie, almost gets even more people killed (wasn't it Harry's fault to begin with!?!?), and winds up destroying half the school at the same time. And what happens in the last book? Harry be praised! He hath saved us all! Not only that, but he managed to stick his head so far up his ass we can't hear his irritating bitching and complaining any more! Hooray!
It's this kind of bullshit that is filling kids heads with lies about reality. Reality is not fucking pretty nor is it comforting or easy as Harry mother fucking Potter or The Disney Princess Tales. Kiss my ass society, because you're the reason kids are slitting their wrists at night crying to Simple Plan and My Chemical Romance while they jerk off to re-runs of Sailor Moon wishing they could be someone else. Democracy should open it's fucking eyes- but oh wait! It can't! Why not? BECAUSE IT DOESN'T EXIST YOU CORPORATE BASTARDS!! In any case, although my life has been harder than I would have hoped- I've come out of it an extremely better person than I would have dreamed. I have an amazing boyfriend and a great family, and even if I didn't graduate I still have values and dreams and they're still just as valid as the next person who did. Even if those dreams are almost untouchable, (like little miss Ariel and Jasmine) and even if they hurt to think about- I'm okay with them just being dreams. Because without dreams, we might as well jump off the nearest bridge because there would be nothing to look forward to.
So at the same time that I am utterly disgusted by these Dangerously Dazzling Dreams the world and society has so subtly and successfully managed to pump into our brain- in the same sense it will eventually (I use this word in the most serious terms, because it will take a fucking LOT to come to it) teach us the difference between realistic and unrealistic goals. So thank you, Global Corporate Douche-bags, for teaching me the difference between Romantisized and Reality. Cinderella can thoroughly suck my nonexistant cock through a peepshow hole. Iris aus.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
The Beginning
So I've decided to start keeping a blog. This is due to the fact that I have watched over Facebook the application "Notes" be abused repeatedly. My friends post and others bitch and whine and complain about their post- calling them the whiners. Therefore I'm going to bitch and whine and complain right here in my own blog, so as not to upset the weak of mind over facebook.
Me, Myself, and I
Let me tell you a bit about myself. I'm 18 living in the Metro Vancouver area of Beautiful British Columbia, I live with my boyfriend and our cat Simba, I work for Cobs Bread and I love to write and sing. I listen to all music, but I like to dance to techno and hiphop, I like to drive with Country, I like to sing to Disney and Jazz, I like to drink to techno and rock or metal, I like to to clean to pop and rap, and I like to scream and jump to Rock and Metal. I write fantasy and romance, I read everything but my favorite author is Jude Deveraux. I'm a Capricorn and a Snake in my horoscopes and I follow the Pagan way of life as per religion. I love summer time, but am not a worshipper of the sun in any way. I love the ocean and I love to go swimming or tubing or boating any day. I am definetly a child of the 90's and my favorite cartoon was Beast Wars!! Umm yeah that's all I can think of for now, other than that I look forward to ranting further!! Until then, pce. <3>
-Iris
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