Sunday, Bloody Sunday

Let me tell you now before we get into this blog thing at all:
DO NOT CORRECT ME. Or you shall be excommunicated. Thank you.
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And it's true we are immune
When fact is fiction and TV reality
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die

Just tryin to work this whole new thing out, it's much more confusing and less accessible than my old server.

Today after church I discovered incense I didn't know I had. Woohoo! It was uber-powerful and filled my room with smoke. Awesome. Because I know at least three people will ask me what uber means, let me give you a super cool story to explain:

Term with literal meaning of "above" in German. Brought to the mainstream in the early 80's by hardcore American punk band, the Dead Kennedys when using the term in the anti-Californian government song "California Uber Alles", which is a take off the German motto of "Deustchland Uber Alles", which translates to "Germany above all." The term was picked up in their native California stomping grounds by the typical surfers and "punks" and extended from there to many teenagers, the majority of which use the term online.

That was uber-lame.

Ok, back to incense. I have come up with loads of good emo band names in the past 14 hours without even trying. It makes me laugh, I should write them down. Ok, seriously, back to incense. I was burning incense in my room and blaring Skillet (Collide and Alien Youth) in my headphones when suddenly a poem burst forth. She'd thought the same, even as a teenager, smugly appropriating a metaphor she hadn't earned. Even so, it's a good piece, I'm quite proud of it. Probably the best piece I've written in months. Course I haven't written much else in the past couple months.... Oh well. I'll come back later when I've forgotten the particulars and then we'll see whether it was really worth anything or not. Perhaps I shall post in poetry forum to see what other people think. Then again, maybe not. I'm not wretchedly fond of taking criticism for my poems. In any case, my room is full of smoke right now, it looks like I got high in there, lol.

Now I get to clean out your old room, Crystal, to finish paying for that freaking awesome trip to Clarkston. *sigh* It was so worth it tho. :P Then at 4 off to Riverview park for the Fall Fiesta.... this'll be interesting. Oh I forgot- Robin wanted me to wear my poncho that PB got me in Bs. As., since it's "fiesta" style and all. I don't think Mexican and Argentine really mesh that well, but I might wear it anyway, to make her happy.

Dustyn was wearing lots of yellow today. He makes me grin.

I miss Argentina alot today. Me and Tara were talking about it in church. We want to go back, so bad. She cried the other day. I think I will go have some mate to make me feel better. No, actually that would probably just make me feel worse.... not to mention the brand of yerba I got is psycho-strong- it makes my eyes water. Mate, anyone?

And so now this was really eclectic and most likely confusing. "I CONFUSE: everyone" Alright! Before this gets any worse I am signing off, I swear. Chau!