I know, it’s an IFRAME! *gasp* Sorry for how cruddy it looks..oy. I accidently deleted my FTP files and so I had to do it. So, until further notice–which will be soon…it’s like that.

I’m sorry to everyone for such the long wait. I’ve been so busy lately. I’m working very hard on the layout; and so expect some changes!

Don’t even ASK what brought my little storm of writing on because I’ll explode into a million pieces and then catch you on fire.

The internet is a huge resource, literally. Kids use it for homework help. People show off graphics, make personal blogs, research, and create websites for people’s own uses.

But, what have your parents told you? “Just because Sally SAYS your hair is ugly doesn’t mean that it is!” And that’s true with the internet. If your best friend says that you can’t write worth a shit doesn’t mean that you can’t write worth a shit! (if you do then work on it! :))

And, even more so, if you find an article that says “Mr. Geeeo of oBlahBlah Inc is a mass murder BECAUSE I HEARD IT ON THE INTERNET!” then you really ought to think Gee! Where’s the proof of that? The internet? Who said it? One person? One religion? Where’s the proof behind it?

All these articles I’ve read are not full. They aren’t giving proof and calling it an argument.

So…
I’ve decided to make a contest.

Give me an article, preferably involving your views on the war-even more credit IF it’s a response to this report. I want evidence to back up your opinions (and I don’t want “I HEARD,” I want an actual piece of evidence such a picture, video, or linked quote), I want quotes (please give sources) and I certainly want it to be good.

I’ll post more info on the Contests Page. Email entries to me at jeansenglish@yahoo.com

Please me, please.

~Lish

P.S comments VERY appreciated!

First off, Casee from myaero.org is SHEER EVIL for getting Misery Business stuck in my head!

For the more substantial information, I made a new Anime Banner. I found it very fun to make. If you’re wondering what programs I used:

1. Anime Girl-MS Paint
2. Banner, text, ect (everything BUT the anime girl)-Photoshop Elements 4.0

Rant-Everybody Deserves
Sooner or later, in your life, no matter how perfect is-you’ve done something naughty. You know, something that is just wrong and you know it.

Yesterday, one of my friends-Lindsay to be exact, was acting like a “gold digger” again, and my friends and I planned a horrid plan to tear her apart.

Well, it worked and this afternoon I told her everything about it. She forgave me for it, and thanked me for being honest.

So, you may be wondering, what is the lesson? Why is this rant called Everybody Deserves?

Because. Let’s show a clip of my conversation with one of the friends.

“The reason I told her is because what we did was wrong. Everybody deserves something, and to be told the truth.”

Now, I’m not talking about that war. You get what you get if you decide that you’re going to bomb our buildings and kill thousands of parents. Yea yea, for that go to hell. But, honesty, in every day life, is important. At one point, you have to draw that line in your mind between what is play and what is being just plain mean.

My friend replied, “She doesn’t.”

That-that, is wrong.

Think I’ve had fun so far?!
First off, my mom’s interview went great (and, umm…in my opinion that is the only thing right now).

After a quick scout of the desert, shrubs, and DEAD CACTUS-we decided that we should look at houses!

Now, I’m all for house hunting. It’s a common thing-and it is a great time to think. But, no, there are not “houses” down here. No, there are “estates”.

If you’ve heard, California’s real estate is plummeting. Good for buyers-horrid for sellers. Now, if I can get a 4 bedroom, 3 bath for 180,000-what could I get down here for around 300,000?

First off, I assure you that you will call me “trash” by the end of this blog. It’s hard to explain, but I can only put this place in words.

The stage is set here, with dust, weeds, dead cacti, and beat down trailers. Mountains that seem glossy and golden, including the Grapevine, overlook. Oil is being mined, food is cooked, teachers teach-and, of course, houses are sold and bought.

We suddenly appeared into what is called “the burbs” but to me it was like someone had knocked me out and shoved me into a truck that delivered me to Beverly Hills-the people of “servant’s quarters” the people of long limos parked in their oversized, fifteen car garages; the riches.

In the Burbs, of course.

I just assumed…okay. This is…good, right? I mean, real estate is crashing so I can buy huge houses for, oh, say, 345,000 with landscaping?

That thought blew up when I saw the sign for “Estates”. The people of iron gates leading into their “estatehood”. The people of…SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA.

True enough, I haven’t been to Southern California for a few years. But either way, I know that it’s not Beverly Hills until you pass the Grapevine.

I mean…THIS TOWN is NOT BEVERLY HILLS. And you’re telling me that just because you married a Sugar Daddy you get to sit in your house’s private SPA?! IN THE SMACK MIDDLE OF THE DESERT?! Give me a break.

I wondered for a while. I saw beautiful houses with horrendous price tags on them. The cheapest and “appalling” seven car, ten bed, five bath-was about 1.5million.

Excuse me…but where the FUCK do the normal people live?!

In case you haven’t noticed, palm trees are tacky if you don’t live the ocean and so is a mini golf course on your front lawn. You’re in a damn real estate depression and you don’t have a worry because Daddy is the CEO of some oil company?!

I’m actually writing this as my mom is driving us around; and I’ll post it when I get internet.

It’s funny to think about-me, a modest girl who just so happens to have an education-becoming a Southern California Heiress?! I just can’t wrap my mind about it, and it probably won’t happen anytime soon.

Ah. A beautiful view I have right now. (we’ve past all the estates…heading for the mountains I think.)

The road goes over some smalls hills covered in dried, golden grass. On either side of us, long, green crops barely alive expand with dairies, stopping at an oil mine every mile or so. Mountains cascade down upon us, glowing and basking in the sun’s rays that electrify them to the extent of me squinting. The look like the lumps in bread when its rising.

Streaks of gold, dry crops splash into areas of the green crops. Every now and then, there is a tree, but not many are in sight.

We’re heading for the mountains, I think looking at some more houses, or looking for a hotel or something. I don’t know, really-I got up at four A.M, as I will tomorrow to drive back.

What lies in the future-unknown, but adventure that I will love and remember no matter what.

Okay.

It’s eight PM now. CRAP. MY MOM HAS TO BACK OUT OF THIS MESS I’M SORRY THAT I’LL DIE ON THIS ROAD. AH FUCK….

Sorry for that outburst…the mountain roads are winding around now and we had to go in reverse to get out.

It’s completely changed now-the setting. Log cabins and huge trees surround us…it’s so beautiful. I want to move here-I can imagine it. Waking up and sitting at the table, glancing out the kitchen window and seeing the mountains extend farther south. We have so many house options, and I love so many! Well, I’m trying to persuade mom to get us to a hotel-oh, good! We’re going to get a hotel, finally. Now if only I can persuade her not to leave by seven A.M-poor woman needs the sleep. She’s been driving all day, and then that interview….

I sound like such a dork lmfao. Who am I, pretending to be such a good writer?

Well, I think I’ll get on runescape as soon as I post this and check email, ect.

Goodnight, all!

Site updates-none at the time

Well, after hearing some interesting political gossip from my neighbors, aka Scary Larry (don’t ask). I’ve decided to make a rant/report.

We Will Rock You

My family, throughout the generations on both sides-has been affiliated with the US Army. Both of my parents, sister, and myself have medical problems that prevent us from joining the Army-a major disappointment to me as well as my parents and sister. The term “We Will Rock You” is a term used throughout the military. Most of you will call it “a good song and nothing else” but to me it is symbolic. It long sip of spring water in the driest of the deserts- “candy for my starving soul” .

Now, this is not a matter of being patriotic or not. This is a matter, of in my opinion-your soul and your roots. Even if you are the most un patriotic person in the USA, your family was affiliated with the military once a dear long upon ago. The American Revolution, for instance. Both sides were somehow impacted by the war. Other countries were as well.

So, sometime you are affiliated with the military.

“Your only shame is to have shame” is a quote for a children’s story by Amy Lee. Perhaps you’ve heard of “The Lee Sisters” aka “the chinese shirley temples”.

Now, in the USA, we are currently having an election. Personally, both sides (not the candidates, the voters) have good reasons for their choosing. It’s not like one side is better, ect. It’s about your roots.

My roots personally date WAAAAAAYYYYYYYY back to Germany. A beer making family, I must admit. I am actually very proud of almost everything my family has done in the past. My roots, are German and Irish (german from my mom. irish from my father. see why I’m semi CRAZY?!) but I generally look more Irish than German, but personally my crazy attitude I think is GERMAN.

I also have strange cravings for strange meats-deer meat, rabbit meat, ect. (and I will drive all the damn way to damned San Francisco to get it!) Which, as you may have guessed.

Now, my family doesn’t get drunk. Some people would immediately stamp my file “CRAZY GERMAN MILITARY LADY FROM BEER MAKING FAMILY” and throw it into a fire and stab the ashes with pitch forks, but I AM proud of my heritage. Hell, I would wear a “I come from a beer making family” and “Beer is Living Proof That God Loves Us” shirt if I could find the magazine with them in it…

Heritage-something, we may tuck into our soul and change our hair color for (my red hair is still 100% what I’ve had since I was born). We, somehow, somewhere-are still the person that we are because of our roots. We believe in what we believe because somewhere, our roots connect to our soul and create that.

And, so, even if my beliefs do not match all of my family’s-it still comes from my family.

To be shameless is to be, so called, golden.