Kittenwhiskers’s Weblog

So, I’m pretty bummed right about now.

I got a new kitten. I named him Aki.

He ran away.

&I’m in tears.

He has a collar with his name and our phone number on it, however, I am afraid he took it off.

On top of that, my dad is making me feel like crap about.

I went to go look for him and when I came back without a cat, he told me I wasn’t trying hard enough, and if I really wanted a cat I would have found him. Even though I don’t know where the cat went, where he’s going next, or if he is ever coming back.

I got the cat from my grandmother, so chances are, he headed back towards his original home, but no one knows for sure.

Now I feel sick.

I hope he comes back.

…in one piece.

In other news, I’m going to Six Flags in 6 days for my birthday with one of my best friends.

That should be exciting.

Going back to more sad news, at least for me, my self confidence seems lower than ever lately. I don’t know why.

I’m not even sure why I write these anyway…nobody ever reads them.

So, back in May, I took the Advanced Placement European History test. This test covers information of Europe from circa 1300 to now. Quite frankly, the class is a bitch and so is the test. There’s a lot of reading of useless things that happened in Europe(as if anyone really cares who Charles IV was).

The test itself consists of 85 questions(if I recall correctly), a DBQ(Document Based Question) and two FRQ’s(Free Response Question). After you take the test, they spend over two months grading how much you sucked, whilst you wait anxiously for your crap score. You can score anywhere from a 1(really bad) up to a 5(super awesome).(One thing that kinda pissed me off though, was that they grade the tests on a curve, so basically, if I miraculously did really well, but everybody else did better, I would get a 1.[If I get a 1, I will find the person who graded my test, and shove the 1 up their butt. Fuck you grading person.])

Anyway, I was positive I would fail this test. Like epically fail. But when I was taking the test, it seemed so simple. The essays were easy-ish(meaning I knew a lot of information, but the stuff that I bullshitted made sense) and the multiple choice questions were simpler than I thought they would be.

So, after the test, I felt pretty confident. I thought I had it “in the bag” if you will. Then I started to doubt myself, then console myself. I told myself, “Self,”(That’s what I call myself when I’m talking to me)”Even, if you did suck, you tried your best.” And then I realized how untrue that was. Because I could have actually studied and stuff. Then after about 10 minutes of this(if I had a longer attention span it would have gone on for longer)(after reading that, you might be thinking, “Well, if your attention span is so short how do you write such interesting blogs?” And to that, you unbeliever, I say that….oooh, shiny.)(In all seriousness though, it takes me like over an hour to write one of these, just ’cause I get distracted so easily. So your welcome. I’m giving up hoursfndesgserjvl–sorry a moth just attacked my face and keyboard, true story–hours of my time to write a super awesome blog, just for you, well, maybe not all of you.), I moved on and started thinking about food or something(I was hungry).

Anyway, I just saw my AP Euro book(which is for sale by the way.), which reminded me of this whole test thing, and then I decided to blog about it.

I don’t get to find out what I got until the third week of July. Grrr.

Well, this is the end I suppose.

POST SCRIPT;(Yeah, that’s right I wrote it all out, you got a problem? I’ll bust a cap in yo’ ass!) I’ll let you know what I got, when I find out(Just ’cause I care about you oh so much).If you want to read a happy blog in a few weeks, hope that I get a 3 or better ’cause that’s passing. If you want to read a sad pessimistic blog, or if you just hate me ’cause you’re a bitch or don’t like that I wrote out POST SCRIPT, then hope that I get a 1 or 2, then you can go die in a river. :]

~End~

Question:

Why is it that one death is a tragedy, but 1,000 deaths is just a statistic?

According to statistics, Angola (a country in Africa, for all of you who don’t know geography and actually think Europe is a country) has the highest IMR (or Infant Mortality Rate for those of you that aren’t acronym savvy) with 192.5 stillbirths out of every 1000. Who is helping Angola better themselves so that less children die? Not me, not you. (Chances are you’re not even donating to the “Feed the Children” thing that save hundreds of children. I know I’m not. Why? Because I’m a selfish American prick and the gluttony of this country has taught me that I shouldn’t care that others are staving as long as I get my Caribbean Passion Jamba Juice with an energy or soy protein boost.)

You might be able to write me an essay on heart disease and cancer (the two top killers in the U.S.), but you probably haven’t even heard of nephritis and septicemia (the 9th and 10th top killers in the U.S.) which together kill more people a year than diabetes(number 6 on the American Homicide list).

However, when one person dies (especially celebrities), it’s a huge deal. Some people think Elvis is still alive. 7% of Americans over the age 18, admitted to believing that Elvis is still alive.

But our sympathy is not limited to people. Recently, people were up in arms about an “artist” who left a dog to starve and die on display and called it art. People went apeshit over this. It turned out to be a hoax. But it was the perfect social experiment. It showed how much people cared over one little thing that they couldn’t change.

So, why is it that one death is a tragedy, but 1,000 deaths is just a statistic?

Personally, I think it’s because people understand what one death feels like, they can relate. But when the newscaster says that thousands of people just died during an earthquake in China, they think “Wow, that sucks.” and then go watch reruns of the Hills on MTV. They can’t relate. They can’t wrap their head around a thousand. It’s too big (That’s What She Said).

I recently received a comment on my “Who? Me?” blog from someone named Ashley(who I’m going to assume is female, even though some guys have the name Ashley, sorry Ashley Angel). This is what the comment said.

wow you are so fake i saw your myspace name [hippie]

is that what you think you are....

ew only posers classify themselves....get a life

fucktard

I have decided that this particular Ashley is not one that I know because the Ashley’s that I know are either,
1, My cousin, who wouldn’t say such things.
2, My friend Ashley, who also wouldn’t say such things.
3, My friend who is against using obscenities like “fucktard”
4, A girl in my class that I kind of know, but I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t say something like that because she’s nice.

So, basically, someone who I don’t know, and who doesn’t know me, decides that because she can read a list about me and check out my Myspace(my Myspace! who bases judgment on someone because of their MYSPACE!?) If you are unaware, my myspace display name is “Kamilah[Hippie]“. Apparently, this means I am classifying myself and because I’m classifying myself, I’m a poser(and need a life)(which makes me a fucktard). To start off, the name was given to me by a friend, it was not my idea, I did not classify myself.

But, hey, the proof is in the pudding, right? Here’s your pudding.

Okay, so this blog is dedicated to prejudice people like “Ashley”.

People like Ashley give me no hope for humanity. I know that everybody is a little bit prejudice, that’s just the way our brains operate, but its the people who have to go around and give off bad vibes to the people around them that piss me off.
Think about it, sharing your prejudices with others usually starts problems. Take the Holocaust for example, it all started because of Adolf Hitler’s prejudices against the Jewish people. If he had kept to himself regarding his Jewish prejudices(does that make sense?), than the Holocaust never would have happened, and six million Jews would have lived their lives normally. No concentration camps, no gas chambers.

If people had kept to themselves about any prejudices they had against others, there wouldn’t be a KKK, there wouldn’t be hate crimes, there wouldn’t be any sexual prejudice, racial prejudice, or religious prejudice.

But, I would like to thank Ashley for a few things;

1, a blog idea.
2, certainty that humanity has failed my expectations.

Okay, well, only a couple things. You aren’t as helpful as you thought you might be.

Maybe this is what you were looking for though, attention. An entire blog, just for you.

Anyway, Ashley, I may have no life, because I have time to blog, but you have no life either if you read have time to read my blogs and respond to them.

You can continue to hate me, Ashley, and leave those well thought out comments with outstanding vocabulary, in fact, please do. I look forward to hearing from you again.

Ultimate 90’s Flowchart

Beanie Babies, Tamagotchi’s, and Super Soakers. If you didn’t read the title, the flowchart, or the first sentence, you probably aren’t sure what I’m talking about. So go back and read it….Done? Good. If you still haven’t figured out that this blog will be about the 90’s…I think you might be mentally unstable, actually I’m pretty sure of it. Go see a doctor. Or take the easy way out and kill yourself. If you are that stupid, you aren’t useful to society at all, so you might as well. For those of us that aren’t…how do I put this nicely…fucktarded, let’s continue. The 90’s. In this decade, we got some of the most useless and creepy things(i.e. The Furby). Let’s reminisce.

Beanie Babies; There’s a million-and-an-effing-half of these things. I have trash bags of these things sitting in my attic. I remember one in particular, that I loved. It went EVERYWHERE with me. It was a chihuahua named Tiny.

That’s what he looks like NEW. But, mine went in the washing machine, on the roof, in the dirt, in the washing machine again, in the Christmas tree, EVERYWHERE(and then back in the washing machine again). Anyways, the TY company made a crap load of beanie babies.

Tamagotchis; The most annoying things in the world. You had to feed them every ten seconds or they die. These things were supposed to teach parenting skills? A baby doesn’t even eat that much. You couldn’t have one and live a normal life, because they die all the time. If you went to school it would, like, crap all over itself and die. But you can just reset it if it dies, much like a normal baby as you all know.

Furby; Also a parenting skills toy. What’s with the 90’s and parenting toys? Also very annoying, actually MORE annoying than the tamagotchi. These things weren’t just annoying, but creepy too. They never shut-up and they just stare at you and tell you they’re hungry. I got one of these things when I was like 6, or 8 or something. (My sister also had one, but she didn’t like it because it called her “daddy”.) But even when I was just a young child, I thought it was stupid that in the instruction manual (and I remember this vividly, but I won’t get into details about it) it said “Furby’s are like real babies” and it later said “To wake up your Furby, turn it upside down.” I thought, “Yeah, you COULD wake up your baby like that, but it seems to be a little extreme. Usually just a nudge will do. Nice going Tiger Electronics. Now, there’s going to be like a baby-flipping-syndrome wave, where people are flipping sleeping babies. Flip the baby to wake it up, that’s almost as bad as like screaming obscenities in its ear to wake it up. Stupid Tiger Electronics….That Furby is kinda creepy looking….it keeps staring at me….” One day after it was crying all day, I found a screwdriver, and popped those batteries right out.

Super Soakers; Bottom Line, These were FUN. I don’t care if water guns promote violence or whatever, but these were FUN. So, shut-up.

To start off this blog, I would like to say I AM a vegetarian. And PETA (People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals) is pretty crazy.
Vegetarianism;

FAQ’s

Why are you a vegetarian?
Moral reasons. That has a lot to do with it. I don’t want to be the cause of an animals cruel death. 660,000 are killed for meat every hour in the United States alone. Animals can feel pain, and I think it’s wrong to kill them for food if there are other things I can eat. Also, I was never a really big meat-eater, so it was easy to give it up.
What do you think of animals that eat meat?
By instinct those animals eat meat. Humans, however, have the brainpower and strength to give up meat.
What is the difference between the types of vegetarianisms?
Lacto-ovo-vegetarian: Does not eat meat, but eats both dairy products and eggs.
Lacto-vegetarian: Does not eat meat, but eats dairy products but not eggs.
Ovo-vegetarian: Does not eat meat, but eats eggs but not dairy products.
Pescatarian: Does not eat meat, but does eat fish, dairy products and eggs.
Vegan: Does not eat meat, dairy products, eggs, or any other animal product.
Who are some famous vegetarians?
Isaac Newton, Ghandi, Da Vinci, Charles Darwin, Thomas Edison, Pythagorus, Socrates, Van Gogh, Plato, Billy Idol, Lenny Kravitz, Prince, Meatloaf, John Lennon, Paul McCartney, Ringo Starr, Princess Diana, Todd Oldham, Bob Marley, Ziggy Marley, Cesar Chavez, Don McLean, Bob Barker, Weird Al, Mr. Rogers, etc.
http://www.famousveggie.com/peoplenew.cfm

…I can’t think of anymore FAQ’s.

PETA;

Those people are PSYCHO. They have good intentions, sometimes, but they go over the top.
This is my favorite PETA story;

When PETA decided to do something about the baby seal clubbing in Canada, they went all out. Someone came up with a splendid idea to spray paint the baby seals white coats with red spray paint. This way the coats wouldn’t be worth anything and couldn’t be sold, so the poachers would not kill them. HOWEVER, the baby seals have white coats for a reason. Their white coats help them blend into their surroundings, so they don’t get eaten. Every seal that PETA had sprayed, was dead within weeks.

Also, I found out this morning, that PETA is trying to make fake meats out of cloned animals. So that way they aren’t killing any animals. But, by cloning…isn’t that animal testing, that they are so very highly against?

These people always seem to go too far with everything.

If you don’t believe me and have half an hour to kill (oh, the irony); here you go:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZRk7ygbkA-c

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dAJ_KLAMzio

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-KOnyJ_WE5s

Lately, I haven’t been able to sleep.

In other words I’ve been sleeping like a baby(because babies can’t sleep a whole night through, they wake up every 2 hours, so I think the phrase works better in my current situation rather than if i was sleeping well.)

It’s the afternoon right now. But i felt as though I needed to share.

Also, I have some to a realization that I don’t want things to change the way I thought I wanted them to be…If that makes sense. The point is I feel better about the way things are now.

So, I think this is the end of my short, little “venting” blog. The End. I suppose.

Nobody ever thinks about how desperate people would get if we ran out of food. Many people would resort to cannibalism. Would you? Would you even be worth eating?

I feed 5. Just 5. I’m really not worth killing. Really.

So, how many cannibals can YOU feed? Find out right here;;

http://www.oneplusyou.com/q/v/cannibal_lunch

“The bird a nest
the spider a web
the human a friendship.”
-William Blake

A friend is a person that you like, know, and can trust.
So, this one goes out to all of my buddies/ chums/ amigos/ pals/ companions/ comrades/ and some special acquaintances.

By the way, all of these are going to be anonymous because some people don’t like having their names on the internet for everybody to see(like your name is SO important), and it also makes it fun for those you know me personally because you can guess which one is you! Isn’t that fun? But, if you are lame, you can e-mail me for
the “answers”(if that’s what you would call them). But, yeah, e-mail;; psychocrazy13@msn.com

#1.

Wow, I even had good taste when I was three years old because that’s when I decided, well, we decided to be friends forever. I don’t remember the day I met you in preschool, and I’m not sure how I remembered who you were when we found each other again in middle school, but what I do know is that you are my friend. I love you, kiddo.

#2.

You are a really “neat” person. You are the strawberry cupcakes for my fat kid. I can’t remember conversations being interesting before you came along. If you can’t guess who you are by now, that’s sad. Really sad. HeyZeus(jesus), I love you, and you say you hate me all the time, but I know, if you dig waaaay down into your heart, you really only greatly dislike me. And that’s a start.

#3.

So, I’ve known you since middle school. You happen to be like the ONLY person I ever remember meeting. You asked me for my autograph after you saw me in a video on the broadcast. You are uber awesome, and I know one day, hopefully soon, we WILL make that giant Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup. And maybe we can make more money by bugging Gary. :]

#4.

Wow, so you, I’ve only known you this year, but we have become the best of friends. We are both aware that Donna has no penis, and that pie is the greatest word ever. We have watched snails and slugs *makes pelvic thrusting motion and raises eyebrows*. And that little bear, the one with the blue shirt, he’s really dirty.

#5.

I can’t believe I used to like you, it seems so silly. But what can I say, I was a stupid little freshman. I like it better the way things are now. Do you remember the black guy, in the wheelchair, with the nitro tanks? I do.

#6.

You are my favorite freshman, and once me and #4 get married, I will be your cousin. :] Aren’t you just bursting with excitement? I am. And after we are cousins, we will steal #2’s iPod and listen to Panic until our ears bleed.

If you aren’t on here right now, and chances are, you probably aren’t, check it out later-er because I’m done typing now, and I’ll add more later-er. (Were there too many commas in that last sentence? I think so.)

Mood:: Descriptive…Is that a mood?

For Linguistic Learners:

1) I have a select few people that I could Never live without; I call them my friends.

2) I like making Cupcakes.

3) I live in my attic.

4) I am afraid of;

a) hairy feet.

b) large bodies of water; the ocean.

c) being raped.

d) waking up in a place I didn’t fall asleep at.

e) clowns.

f) failing at life.

g) being raped by midget clowns in a trash can

5) I grew up with reggae music.

6) I don’t understand politics.

7) I have a horrible sense of balance.

8 ) I think I should have been born in the 60’s or the 80’s.

9) I almost died when I was 5.

10) I like Rainbows.

11) I wasn’t a “planned” baby, but I wasn’t “unwanted” says my mom.

12) According to jean companies, my thighs are larger than they should be for my waist size.

13) Old men don’t like my pants.

14) I like roller coasters.

15) I dislike avacados.

16) My self confidence is low.

17) I like the numbers 2, 3, 7, 17, 23, and 27.

18 ) I like Penguins.

19) I’m only 5′ 0”

20) I’m 15

21) && I HATE when people tell me I’m “too short” to be 15; Last time I checked, there wasn’t a height requirement.

22)I like music. Good music.

23) I was born under a full moon.

24) I get excited when I have new e-mails. psychocrazy13@msn.com

25) I get excited when I get snail mail.

26) Beets; they’re gross.

27) I had a pear for the first time in 9th grade.

28 ) I can’t work a yo-yo.

29) I cannot correctly say the words

a) Shut Up instead I say Shu-Up.

b) Sure instead I say Shore.

c) Pillow instead I say Pellow.

d) Pretzel instead I say Prentzel.

For Visual Learners:

Check out this link.

http://i305.photobucket.com/albums/nn240/841239/Untitled-1FALTcopy-3-1.png

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