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Ichigo... I love you hun... but this was TOO FUNNY!
Don't kill me Sir Strawberry Smoothie! >.<
I'm dead... *Is shot*
Laughing her ass off.
Blog Entry #31
Alright, I am better now =^-^=
Amazing what music can do to you when you let it take you over body and soul =^-^=
Yeah so for those who care, I'm feeling much better and much less emo and much more drawy! =^-^= If that's a word... WELL I DON'T CARE! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Beat that... HA.
I gots a heartbeat
I'm done.
Again I'm just done.
I'm tired of trying to make other people happy. I'm tired of trying to make everyone happy!
I thought I'd be useful and leave a host so he could focus on all the other fans he had, and so I could get my mind straight... and he blew up on me. I'm so fucking sick of this! I'm not sensoring it since this is my fucking post and I'm pissed.
You want to know what's going on in my life?
I'm a fucking mess. Alright? These fucking meds are messing with my head, making me miserable, bipolar, and just overall fucking unhappy. So you want to help me? Stop it... I'm so goddamn fucking tired of this shit! Alright?! Would you fucking ask questions before you start accusing me of doing shit when it's the exact opposite of what you're thinking... These meds, I don't want to be fucking on them! I'm scared of myself alright?! I don't know who I'm going to snap at, I don't know what my body's going to do, I don't know anything anymore!
My whole world is turning the fuck upside down... and you're saying that you were trying to give me space and that what's going on in my life doesn't give me reason to do what I'm doing, well... what you just did... I'm fucking done alright?! I know I shouldn't be doing what I've been doing but I don't know what else to fucking do! Alright?! I'm young, I'm naive, I don't know how to fucking cope. I bitch, I moan, I do shitless crap.
And now I'm blowing up on myself. I'm realizing how much I fucking hurt people, on complete accident, how I try to do something to help other people and things are worse off than before. I'm remembering ever fault, every goddamn cut, every memory... and wondering why the fuck I'm still alive. I just should've died then, and I'm betting you everyone would've been so much better. I wouldn't have hurt them, I wouldn't have even met them! If I died that day... think of how your life would've been without me. You wouldn't have gotten hurt, you wouldn't have screwed up my words, you would be off having a blast.
Hardly Living
Funny Christmas Story
For those of you who believe in Santa Clause... I have good reason to not.
There are approximately two billion children (persons under 18) in the world. However, since Santa does not visit children of Muslim, Hindu, Jewish or Buddhist religions, this reduces the workload for Christmas night to 15% of the total, or 378 million (according to the population reference bureau). At an average (census) rate of 3.5 children per household (what happened to the other half?!), that comes to 108 million homes, presuming there is at least one good child in each.
Santa has about 31 hours of Christmas to work with, thanks to the different times zones and the rotation of the earth, assuming east to west (which seems logical). This works out to 967.7 visits per second. This is to say that for each Christmas household with a good child, Santa has around 1/1000th of a second to park the sleigh, hop out, jump down the chimney, fill the stocking, distribute the remaining presents under the tree, eat whatever snack have been left for him, get back up the chimney, jump into the sleigh and get on to the next house.
Assuming that each of these 108 million stops is evenly distributed around the earth (which, of course, we know to be false, but will accept the purposes of our calculations), we are now talking about 0.78 miles per household; a total trip of 75.5 million miles, not counting stops to do what most of us have to do at least once in any 31 hour period.
This means Santa's sleigh is moving at 650 miles per second--3,000 times the speed of sound. For purpose of comparison, the fastest man made vehicle, the Ulysses space probe, moves at a poky 27.4 miles per second, and a conventional reindeer can run (at best) 15 miles per hour.
The payload of the sleigh adds another interesting element. Assuming that each child gets nothing more than a medium sized LEGO set (two pounds), the sleigh is carrying over 500 thousand tons, not counting Santa himself, who is invariably described as "portly." On land, a conventional reindeer can pull no more than 300 pounds. Even granting that the "flying" reindeer can pull 10 times the normal amount, the job can't be done with eight or even nine of them---Santa would need 360,000 of them. This increases the payload, not counting the weight of the sleigh, another 5,400 tons, or roughly seven times the weight of the Queen Elizabeth (the ship, not the monarch).
600,000 tons traveling at 650 miles per second creates enormous air resistance-this would heat up the reindeer in the same fashion as an aircraft re-entering the earth's atmosphere. The lead pair of reindeer would adsorb 14.3 quintillion joules of energy per second. Each. In short, they would burst into flames almost instantaneously, exposing the reindeer behind them and creating deafening sonic booms in their wake. The entire reindeer team would be vaporized within 4.26 thousandths of a second, or right about the time Santa reached the fifth house on his trip.
Not that is matters, however, since Santa, as a result of accelerating from a dead stop to 650 miles per second in .001 seconds, would be subjected to acceleration forces of 17,000 g's. A 250 pound Santa (which seems ludicrously slim) would be pinned to the back of the sleigh by 4,315,015 pounds of forcem instantly crushing his bones and organs and reducing him to a quivering blob of pink goo. Therefore...
If Santa Clause did exist...
He's dead now.
Merry Christmas little boys and girls.
Blog Entry #30
I'm the only single one in my group of friends now. Even my sister got a boyfriend! In my select little group, there were three singles, me, my sister, and Cuddles (not his real name). Well... yesterday... THOSE TWO STARTED DATING. IT SUCKS. I'm going to go cut myself no in the emo corner -_-... life sucks... and love's a bitch.
Lives to dance
*Cut* *Cut* *Cut*
