Name: Luin
Age: 22
Location: The Stars
Interests: Reading books of an interesting and obscure nature, writing about what goes bump in the night, watching movies that make me ponder what we believe to be reality, listening to music that would make God cry.

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Tuesday, May 16
I Want Wordpress

I want to be just like everyone else with the cool blogs! I want wordpress! God damn it!

While I am not very poor right now, I am a college student for my money comes in fluxes. How many days did I decide to work this week (My job is really too good to me)? Have I just gotten my FInancial Aid? Etc. So while I can afford it right now, who knows if I can afford it later.

So this is what I am hoping someone can find for me...I need a supercheap completely customizable wordpress blog without ads - preferably an anual payment instead of every month. Whoever can find this for me...I'll be your bestfriend. Or I'll send you HNT pictures. The choice is mine.


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Sunday, May 14
No More Mother's Day

Nine years ago I lost my Mommy. She had an asthma attack. I can remember that day like it was yesterday. I can remember her last words to me, "I'm going to miss you." as she sent me off to school. I can remember the fear I would always feel when Mommy was late coming home from her school (Fashion Institute of Technology) and one day that fear was justified.

I can remember the Police Officer coming to the door and knocking, asking to see my Father. I can remember trying to hear their conversation. I can remember the Police Officer putting his hand on my shoulder and saying, "I'm sorry." I can remember the heady feeling I got - like the feeling you get before you have a nose bleed. I can remember he didn't have to explain anything.

I can remember Daddy walking around the house with tears in his eyes. "Mommy is dead isn't she," I said. I remember the look on his face when he said "No. She is not dead. Don't even say that."

I can remember calling my Aunt and sobbing over the phone onto my Aunt's answering machine "Aunt C_____. I need you here. Mommy is dead! She's dead!" I can remember how tight she hugged me, almost trying to pull me into that empty space in her heart. She lost a sister. I still feel guilty for telling her like that.

I can remember how many people came to her wake and funeral. I can remember the sound of my Uncle R_____ and Uncle G_____ breaking down. I can remember how Daddy looked down at her with so much love. I can remember how he kept trying to make us touch her hand. Now I wish I had. I still remember the cards my brother and sent with her. And I can remember the lifeless face of Daddy that lasted for years.

And I can remember other things too. I can remember how that bitchcunthobag Aleisha told all of Mommy's nutcase friends that Daddy murdered her. I can remember the freaks she braught to the wake. I can remember how Mommy's death was all about Aleisha. The real murderer. The woman who convinced her to stop taking the steroids for her asthma. Saying she didn't need them.


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Friday, May 12
Finals Week

Its that time of semester again. The time where all college students are spending countless hours in the library and gas stations have their largest two for one specials on cigarettes.

Finals week is upon us at Suny Cowpie and oh what a finals week this one is. I'm going to need a cocaine habit just to support my studying. Thankfully none of my finals are on the same day, but I am stressed enough thinking about my Science Fiction and Enlightenment final. I have decided to clone myself so my clone can go take my tests. Sounds like a plan? Sounds like a plan. I'm surprised I haven't broken out in shingles.

Speaking of things that make you break out, my friend had me go and get her a pregnancy test his evening (negative). Wouldn't you know, as I am heading for the counter this woman plays Kentucky Derby on me and gets infront of me and my friend's test- with her 30 things (its a pharmacy - how much can she possibly have to buy?!?) and her check wouldn't go through. So for fifteen minutes I have to wait online and wouldn't you know everyone in the store has to decide to check out then.

I live in a small town. I cant wait for my strict father to start asking questions.



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Thursday, May 11
I have my first troll!

This post is in honor of the linkless Joe. Thank you. You have shown me the error of my ways.

Btw, I am a really bad person to troll because I LOVE hating people, bitching about people and showing all kinds of disrespect towards people who ask for it. Hence you are not a troll, and this post is actually enjoyable to me.

I don't know what to do with myself. I spread hate.
I guess maybe if mothers weren't killing their children, there weren't double standards for athletes, rapists weren't getting released, the environment wasn't fucked up, there were no fundamentalists, laws made sense, there was no need for hate crime laws because there were no hate crimes, and I had sex reciently I would spread love and hapiness.

But no. This is not a perfect world, and there will always be people I deem stupid. Because that is just who I am. I just naturally look down on people who I deem worthless like these people. If the world were filled with Frank Barones I would be a fucking amazingly happy person. Just people who cut through the bullshit.

Now, I am in no way pretending that all of my rants are relevant, because I would be a mighty fine person indeed if everything I said, everything I believed were correct, but if YOU are a douchebag (much like you are Joe - because really, you have just given me something to discuss, an ineffectual troll indeed), but more often than not, I'm on to something. Sometimes I hate things or people for no reason at all, sometimes I like people for no reason at all.

Now be a good troll and tell me how I spread hate. Because you know me so well.


And please note: The video on this page is not on autoplay, meaning you actually have to press play. So if the music is playing, you turned it on. Here's a little copy of the code:
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not on. It isn't my fault your trigger finger likes to press everything. Don't blame me either. And because someone couldn't follow my very clear rules, he gets his comment removed. Thanks for playing!

You know what really ticks me off about this? I didn't get a troll, and I didn't have people coming here and criticizing me (how fucking rude is that by the way?) until I said I wouldn't delete critical comments. Why does no one like me??? (Joe, that was a rhetorical question.)


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Fuck You America

Ever to follow the crowd I too am participating in "Fuck off and Die" Thursday.

I would like to send a big FUCK OFF AND DIE to America in general. Why all the violence, you ask?

Because AMERICA sent Chris home last night from American Idol. Y'all should be ashamed of yourselves. Fucking disgrace.

Note to record companies: I'll buy his record and I know everyone of my friends would. Give him a contract. I think I might just open a petition online about this whole thing.

Update: Seeing as I am not the only one who is upset with this decision by America, I actually would like to start a petition for Chris to get a record deal, but I am unsure of how to work it. If anyone could help me out, that would be super!

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