As a blind man does not miss the beauty of a sunset, but a man gone blind does, life is really starting to become interesting. I can't believe how dull life appears, as it was 5 years ago. Yet ignorance is bliss...

...and not sure if I like the pace of how I'm growing up.

( Happy Thanksgiving! )

I think I've realized the reason I'm different than everyone else.

( The Reason )

( Ignorance is Bliss )

I don't care anymore. Everyone and their drugs, you've killed me. I've posted in my livejournal, I've lost respect, I've pleaded with people to stop smoking, getting high, getting drunk. But nobody listens, because drugs don't kill, right? I'm sick and tired of it, and a part of me is dead. I'm depressed as hell now, because of this and how it was ( Read more... )

( My Schedule )

Well, it appears to me that everyone doesn't like Bush. Besides the Iraqi war, anyone want to tell me why? Because it seems that a lot of people are just hopping on the bandwagon with all this anti Bush commotion, without any real understanding of the whole deal. So, if you DO know what's really going on, and know both sides of the story and all ( Read more... )

If you've been keeping up with current events, you no doubt have heard that France is in quite a state of turmoil, with thousands of people rioting, burning cars, and generally being unruly in the streets of a lot of places in France, but especially in and around The Paris region, Strasborg, Lille, Nice, Marseille, Rouen, Toulouse, Amiens, Dijon ( Read more... )

Types of feminism.

Good:

• "You don't have to be anti-man to be pro-woman." 
  ~Jane Galvin Lewis
• "Instead of getting hard ourselves and trying to compete, women should try and give their best qualities to men - bring them softness, teach them how to cry. "
  ~Joan Baez, "Sexism Seen but not Heard," Los Angeles Times, 1974

Bad:

• "Women are the only ( Read more... )

I going to write a story. It's about a guy named Florida Orange, a.k.a. "Flor". isn't that funny? Here's the first installment.

P. I

It was a dark, stormy morning. Rain sheeted against the windows, rain leaked through the roof. The day was young, but I could already tell that it would not be one of Northampton's finest. Sitting woefully and ( Read more... )