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I saw the funniest thing ever today. Me and my sister Rachel were waiting at a stoplight today when, even though we were in the car, we heard someone yelling.

Not only was someone yelling and cursing, they were yelling and cursing on the back of a bike.

Not only was someone yelling and cursing on the back of a bike, it was a midget yelling and cursing on the back of a bike.

Not only was a midget yelling and cursing on the back of a bike, the midget was wearing a bikini, yelling and cursing on the back of a bike.

Not only was a midget in a bikini yelling and cursing on the back of a bike, the midget in a bikini who was yelling and cursing on the back of a bike also only had one arm.

Especially if you are taking my Anatomy and Physiology class. Seriously. It starts at 8am and goes til 12. I had a test yesterday and have another one tomorrow. I have 3 labs a week that last 3 hours each. Yesterday my lab went from 10 to about 3, because there was like 10 billion things to do, and it took forever. I hate that class. My teacher is crazy. Today she said that if you get a tear in your intestines, it could be deathly or even fatal. She also told us a story about her sister’s horse getting stuck in a fence and slicing its flank and having to give it shots every day, and the way her sister kept it still so that she could give it a shot was to bite its ear. She was also telling us about studies people do on feces (she had to tell us that it was poop…seriously, by college you should have a large enough vocabulary to know what feces is), where they stick turds in an oven and bake them til they are dry, and then examine them. I guess poop is like 35-40% bacteria, thats why little amounts can make you really sick. Then she told us a lonnnnnggg story about how her sister is such a good chef and went to some “prestigious” culinary arts school and barely anyone washes their hands after they go to the bathroom. Seriously, “culinary arts” schools are retarded…it isnt art, its freaking cooking, and just making it look fancy. The whole thing is a joke…I could make that crap they show on the food channel. But anyways, she always tells these awful stories all the time that have barely anything to do with the topic. It annoys me to death. Like today she told us this long, detailed, boring story about how her dad had a wooden boat and he always had to fight the worms so they wouldnt eat holes in it and they’d all go sailing and there was 7 in their family and sometimes they’d bring other families and they are all smashed on this little boat and bleh bleh bleh they’d pull into the marina by a yacht and the rich people were drinking their martinis and they looked skanky in their little wooden boat with towels all over it and her dad’s head always got burned and the whole piece of skin on top of his bald head would peel off. All of that just to show that you can pull big pieces off skin off yourself because of our topic, connective tissue. This class SUCKS. I know more about cells and skin and tissues than Ive ever wanted to know.

Yesterday I donated plasma and hit the jackpot. When you donate in the month of July you get a scratch off card, and mine said YOU WIN, so I got to pick a prize. I had the choice of a keychain flashlight, a tape measure flashlight, or a “big ol’ cup” that says something about donating plasma on it. I chose the cup, I figured that would be most useful. After you win, you fill the back out with your address and stuff and put it in a drawing box to win a plasma screen tv. If you didnt catch it, that is supposed to be clever; the slogan they are using for this promotion is “Plasma for Plasma!”. So I left the center with a super cup, $30 bucks richer.

I saw a funny thing the other day. I was checking out at the grocery store and a very skinny young blonde lady is in line behind me with: a pint of icecream, diuretics, and laxatives.

I got a negative comment from an anonymous person about my “dont do drugs, its for the children” post. That was, in no way, supposed to be a “funny” entry. I am concerned maybe more people have felt the same way as this person, and doubt people go back and read old comments, so I am posting the comment here as well. First is their comment, and then is my reply, which can be also seen in the comments on that post.

“I was enjoying your sense of humor until I saw this section. I think you could have made a point about not using drugs without posting pictures of the children. I do not believe you were trying to make a statement against drugs… I think you are using these kids’ pictures to draw attention to your website. You should be ashamed.”

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I dont like to write back to idiots who leave unintelligent comments anonymously on my journal, but I am going to for this one.

I did not put those children’s pictures up to make fun of them in any way. If I had posted and said “Hey, nobody do drugs, ok??” nobody would read it or get anything from it. However, if there are shocking pictures of actual consequences of drugs, ones that show what could happen to someone else because of your actions, it makes people think. These are kids. Its just wrong to make fun of kids, let alone ones who cannot help what their parents did to them, and I’d be a horrible person to do it. I honestly feel bad for them. I have a cousin who is almost 5 years old, but because of a developmental birth defect, her growth is very slow, and she looks as if she is about 2 and a half. She has a lot of complications involving her throat and lungs, and right now, she still cannot even talk. In the past, she has been hospitalized several times because of breathing problems, and I have seen her with breathing tubes and different apparatus in her throat to help her to breathe. I know from seeing her first hand that it is NOT comfortable at all. These children all have different birth defects and share one thing in common: they have trachea problems which require something to help them to breathe, and I, in no way, find this amusing.

So next time, mister or miss anonymous coward, do not jump to conclusions and announce publicly your uneducated opinions about someone who you know nothing about. Also, I do not believe you have any business judging me with things you have made up yourself. I think you are the one who should be ashamed.

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Hope that clears things up.

Oh, and to all the idiots who keep sending emails about how mean my tards page is, kiss my butt. If an adult chooses to act or dress a certain way, then I have the right to make fun of them.

I changed my template.

Today I got my hairs cut and colored, and I have decided to show you pictures of this. Also fun ear tricks.
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This is the top of my head.

This is the front of my hair.

This is the side of my head.

This is also the side of my head.

This is my ear currently. 2.

This is my ear with a straw through it.

This is my ear with a metal thing in it.

notice in this picture the gatorade sitting on my airconditioner, paired with the extreme nature of my piercing. I am XSUPEREXTREMEXHARDCOREX.
Also as more evidence of my extremeness, you might notice my fonzie shirt.

slimjim5_2000 (7/13/2004 9:22:50 AM): hi.. I am looking to buy worn out, dirty and smelly cheerleading sneakers. the more of each the better.. it is for a 2 year old collection and 36 pairs big… the collection is to honor my ex gf who died in a car accident… I want to collect at least 1 pair from all 50 states and so far have just 3 states. would you wanna sell any by chance ?

Also, I came across a “menstruation art” webpage yesterday. Seriously. That stuff is CRAP. Painting with menstrual blood or making vulvar prints is not art. At least not any art I wanna look at, this women are sick. This one piece caught my eye though:

YES! It is a vest made of pads, complete with tampon tassels! Totally unnecessary. One time though cuz we were bored me and Lauren made slippers out of pads. It was a good time.

I came across a webpage today that blew my mind. Seriously, Im not making fun of it, but it had a bunch of deformed children on it, and it just made me feel really bad for them. While some birth defects just happen, a lot are caused by drugs and alcohol and the like. I cannot believe what some of these look like! If I didnt know these were from a medical site, I’d think they were fake! So seriously kids, dont do drugs because it makes babies turn out like this:

this boy doesnt even have ears.

this baby cant close its eyes.

These kids must be miserable. I cant even imagine. This is the saddest thing I have seen in a long time.

Somebody gots a lot of time on their hands.

If anyone actually reads this, Im sorry I havent been posting much, its summer, nothing is happening. When I start school in…12 days or so, Im sure I’ll have plenty to whine about.

In the meantime, enjoy this picture.

I always disliked Bill Cosby because I think he is annoying and the faces he makes are stupid, but now that I read this article about him making fun of black people, I like him. Here is a link to it:

http://worldnetdaily.com/news/article.asp?ARTICLE_ID=38565.

Some of my favorite parts of it, if you dont want to read it are:

“Ladies and gentlemen, the lower economic people are not holding up their end in this deal. These people are not parenting. They are buying things for kids – $500 sneakers for what? And won’t spend $200 for ‘Hooked on Phonics. ‘”

“They’re standing on the corner and they can’t speak English. I can’t even talk the way these people talk: ‘Why you ain’t,’ ‘Where you is’ … And I blamed the kid until I heard the mother talk. And then I heard the father talk. … Everybody knows it’s important to speak English except these knuckleheads. … You can’t be a doctor with that kind of crap coming out of your mouth!”

The Post said Cosby also targeted imprisoned blacks.
“These are not political criminals,” he said. “These are people going around stealing Coca-Cola. People getting shot in the back of the head over a piece of pound cake and then we run out and we are outraged, [saying] ‘The cops shouldn’t have shot him.’ What the hell was he doing with the pound cake in his hand?”

Dont repeat that H-word, kids.

Suddenly I feel like having some Jell-O pudding.