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Name: Wynter
Country: United States
State: Iowa
Metro: Quad Cities
Birthday: 12/5/1990
Gender: Female
Interests: alice 19th, ancient egypt, animals, anime, archery, ayumi hamasaki, chobits, classical music, colorbars, computers, dreaming, fanart, fanfiction, fantasy, foreign language, gackt, galaxy angel, graphics design, haiku, history, horses, html, internet, j-pop, k-pop, kannazuki no miko, kotoko, linkin park, maaya sakamoto, manga, matchbox twenty, music, onitsuka chihiro, philosophy, pita-ten, poetry, reading, science, shoujo-ai, shounen-ai, spiral ~suiri no kizuna~, swords, tennis, thai-pop, thinking, typing, utada hikaru, writing, yaoi, yuri
Expertise: Listening
Occupation: Student
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Yahoo:  Relateshipper
Member Since:
4/23/2005
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| So,
as I mentioned earlier, my bird got out of her cage while my dad was
cleaning it. This was ridiculously unexpected because this bird is a
really quiet and calm bird that has never even gone out when we'd have
times for the birds to fly around in a enclosed area. Our other two, on
the other hand would always be troublemakers and try to get away. But,
not this one...I wonder though. She's the oldest now, she'll be four
next March, which is pretty old for a parakeet.
I originally
had four parakeets; two died at three and one made it to four. I really
hope her death being soon isn't what's making her so flustered though.
My other three were edgy before dying though, so my guess is a logical
one. *shoots her mind* Think happy things, dangit! Oh, she's still
refusing to get back, by the way. Every time my dad or I even start to
move to her, she flies around and makes reaching her impossible. We're
hoping she'll be calmer in the morning and that we'll be able to catch
her then.
In other notes, I'm sorta miffed at my English class.
We have to write about a childhood memory for a descriptive paper, and
it has it be at least two pages long. That is not the problem. My
problem is how Ms. Hall has us do peer editing of our papers, meaning
everyone else would read what I write. I don't like that idea, since I
do not trust anyone in that class as a friend. So, why should I share
personal memories with someone I don't trust? Hn.
I'm trying
to pick a really normal memory that I won't care too much about, but
it's hard. I can't write two pages on most of the mundane occurrences
that take place in my life. I'll probably end up modifying some
incident that really happened, so it's less personal. Even then, I hate
having to do that, when I should be allowed to have the choice of
letting others read my paper or not.
Finally, although as I
type this, the day changes to the 12th, 9-11 was today. Something I'm
tired of seeing students mock and act as though it didn't affect them.
The naivete of my class shocks me. They have been exposed to the
outside world for around eleven years* more than I, yet their views are
so childish. How can someone look at the events that took place on this
day and laugh? How can they do such a thing? How can they laugh at an
event that hurt so many?
*For those who don't know, I led a very sheltered life due to being homeschooled until eighth grade.
I'll
never forget my own setting on that day. It was a Tuesday, but I was
still in homeschool, and could start whenever I wanted. I was woken up
around 10:30 by my mom yelling something about a plane crash. I rolled
over and ignored her at first, thinking it was a bad dream or my
hearing was deceiving me. Then I heard her yell that the Pentagon was
hit. That woke me up and made me prance down the stairs to the
TV. After all, my dad was supposed to be at a meeting there that day in
the exact wing the plane hit, nonetheless.
My mom and I
just watched the TV in silence for a while, until the phone rang. It
was my dad who hadn't been able to get out of Chicago, and was renting
a car to get back to Davenport. It was such a relief to hear that, as
I'd been afraid he'd been killed in the plane crash. Until and after he
got home, we just watched the TV, watched the same terrifying news over
and over. There was nothing new. There would have been no change if
we'd went to read or something, but we couldn't draw ourselves from it.
I can't even describe how I felt.
And, now. Teenagers forget
this day. Those who remember mock it and poke fun at those who honour
it. These "older" people, these "experienced in the ways of the world"
people, act worse than children. Even children understand that such a
thing is terrible, that it should not be laughed at. What is it, do
some people lose brain cells as they grow up? Or do they just think
they're acting cool? Whatever their reason, I'll never understand.
My
father lost a number of friends in the Pentagon, and my second cousin
lost a chance for a job in the government because of the attack. My
aunt and uncle in New York were not near the Center, thankfully. And, I
don't know anyone else that died. However, I have plenty of friends who
do, and of course, we were all affected in some way or another. I'll
probably remember this day clearly until I die. | | |
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...from a friend's LJ...
A woman at a nightclub on Saturday
night 05/03/05 was taken by 5 men, who according to hospital and police
reports, gang raped her before dumping her. Unable to remember the
events of the evening, tests later confirmed the repeat rapes and along
with traces of Rohypnol in her blood, was Progesterex, which is
essentially a small sterilization pill.
The drug is now being
used by rapists at parties to rape AND sterilize their victims.
Progesterex is available to vets to sterilize large animals. Rumor has
it that Progesterex is being used together with Rohypnol, the date rape
drug.
As with Rohypnol, all they have to do is drop it into the
girl's drink. The girl can't remember a thing the next morning, of all
that had taken place the night before. Progesterex, which dissolves in
drinks just as easily, is such that the victim doesn't conceive from
the rape and the rapist needn't worry about having a paternity test
identifying him months later.
The drug's effects ARE NOT
TEMPORARY- They are PERMANENT! Progesterex was designed to sterilize
horses. Any female who takes it WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO CONCEIVE.
The
dickheads can get this drug from anyone who is in the vet school or any
university. It's that easy, and Progesterex is about to break out big
everywhere. Believe it or not, there are even sites on the Internet
telling people how to use it.
Please COPY (NOT FORWARD) this to
everyone you know, especially girls. Be careful when you're out and
don't leave your drink unattended. Please make the effort to PASS this
on to all you know...
Guys,
please inform all your female friends and relatives.
PLEASE REPOST THIS!!! | | |
| Sometimes, it's nice to hear from someone you've been missing...
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| So now that I'm free of the SRO-stress, I've been working on a board of my
own. Hosted on EzBoard because I don't like/don't understand other
board hosting programs. But I don't care, it seems a lot more peaceful
without all the extra features anyway...
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| ...I need to stop neglecting this thing...x.x...
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