Voting for more than a President...

I've been incredibly interested in this election in the US.  I'm not American, I can't vote, but it's really VERY important for the world.  I think we all know that when the Americans walk into their voting booths come November, they're voting for more than a president.  They're voting for the future of their country.  And the future of America, in many ways, is important to the future of the Western World, like it or loathe it. 

It really is unbelievable to see the climate of fear building in some parts of the states.  People honestly think that Obama would bring the utter downfall of America.  A lot of people believe the same of McCain, except they're probably right in that circumstance.  (If he screws up this often in a simple election campaign, what the hell kind of government would he run?  Hhheehhhn?!)  I'm hoping and praying for the best outcome for the US.  I'm hoping those that are afraid come to realise that there's really nothing to be scared of. 

In the meantime, watching this election kind of like watching Britney Spears fall apart at the seams.  We're getting to the point where America will start bashing an SUV with an umbrella, getting bad extensions and start hanging out with other nutball, falling apart countries and showing off its cooter.  Like Britney, I hope it gets rid of the shitty management, gets off the drugs and booze, gets into shape, takes care of the kids properly and releases a surprisingly not shit single.  How that translates as a analogy, I'll leave it to your imaginations.

People working in advertising sometimes need to be slapped.

Apologies to any of my friends that happen to work in that career. (Possibly my best friend in Melbourne).

I was just looking at a site and I noticed a pop-up ad that I hadn't closed, so I looked at it.  It asked me "Are you as smart as Einstein?!"

... Well, let's see.  I've not discovered a general theory of relativity, I know sweet fuck all about physics and to me, equations and the like are tools to make men sound hotter.  I would assume that MOST of the people using the internet would also not be smarter than Einstein.  The only people allowed to say they are smarter than Einstein are those dudes with proof that Einstein might not have been entirely accurate, and oh - Steven Hawking.  Outside of that, the advertisement is an insult to Einstein and a complete waste of everybody's time.

In other news, Mirena gives me about a week of PMSy aggravation.  Guess what part of my cycle I'm in.

I still don't know why I love Jem so much.

Maybe it's because it represents all my childhood dreams for myself.  Maybe it's all the colour and music and fun, I'm not entirely sure.  I miss the RPG I was in, I tried to restart it but it kinda fell flat on its face.  Maybe I'll start my own or look for another one, who knows.  I'd kinda miss Christian and Mooncat though.  And I don't know if anyone else would have the patience for my penchant of making original characters.

Anyway, I couldn't find Jem music on the net, so I'm going to make a Jem site to host some of the mp3s I've ripped from the series.   I might also host some fanfic, if I can find any that rocks my boat. 

Starving.

I'm having real issues finding food to eat.  I have to pay extra for food in the house because I don't eat what everyone else eats, but I do eat dinner.  It's really leaving me broke, being gluten free.

This afternoon I accidentally used a tray Mum needed to use for dinner and she got mad at me.  I also complained that there was no food for me in the house and that I needed to buy some, and could I borrow some money until the day after tomorrow?  I mean, usually I come with Mum and Dad during shopping, put my food in the shopping and help pay for everything at the cash register.  Mum said that it was costing too much to feed me.

What the fuck am I supposed to do?  Eat air?  All there is in the house for me is as follows:

- Half a packet of corn chips (250 grams)
- Cheese gratings
- A couple of bundles of rice noodles
- Half a packet of satay tofu, which is one serve (150 grams)
- A packet of vege chips (250 grams)
- Some carrots in the fridge which I can't eat with impunity since they contribute towards the main meals
- Eggs, same deal as carrots
- Gluten free breakfast cereal
- Gluten free shake-n-bake pancake
- Kangaroo but I'm a bit scared to eat it in case it tastes crap with the hoisin sauce
- Some beef jerky but if I eat too much of that I'll be sick

Usually, I buy lots of tofu, I buy some gluten-free pizzas in case Mum wants a night off from cooking.  I buy snacks and things that I can eat for lunch and for breakfast.  But in the past two weeks I've been constantly hungry and there's really not much for me to consume.  I'm poor, so I can't afford most gluten free food, and I'm sick, so I can't prepare a lot of the more complicated meals, which is the only way I get to eat a more complete meal that's not missing all the really fun food groups like dairy, meat, nuts, etc. 

I'm sick of paying for food I just don't eat.  Mum and Dad are complaining about spending too much in food shopping, and I'm feeling the pinch too.  Do you know what it's like to spend money on food you can't eat?   To see your money disappearing but spending most of the week starving your freakin' arse off?

I'm sick of being yelled at for something I can't help.  I know, I should suck it up, grow the fuck up and move the hell out.  I'm on the bones of my arse broke and I don't see it happening any time soon.  And I know Mum and Dad need my financial input in the upkeep of the house, so it's beneficial for both of us.

I just get super-cranky when I'm hungry.

*punches things*

I just want something in my life to go right.  Other than the miracle of my nephew not dying, which is a pretty huge gift from God.  Just - everything else.  I want something to go right for once.  Because since I left high school, my life has been pretty much one non-stop fucking mess, and I don't know if I'm making it that way for myself or if shitty stuff just keeps happening to me.

Rogue is something else.

I was having a real rip-roaring argument with my Dad tonight.  Anyone with a splash of Latin blood will tell you that it's a completely normal thing to have from time to time. This time it was about the distribution of household chores (I apparently wasn't doing enough, when in fact I do a fair amount, I just leave cups around sometimes because I'm a forgetful twit). 

In the middle of apoplectic rage, as I was shouting rather loudly at my father, I felt someone put their hand on my arm and try to calm me down.  They were next to me and looking into my face intently.  It had the vibe of 'little kid' but I was so busy being furious that I didn't register who it was.  I nearly said, "Yeah, yeah, hang on, will you?" as if it were any other person.

It wasn't till I'd finished my horrible tirade that I looked down and realised that it had been Rogue.  She'd been putting her paw on my arm and meowing at me imploringly, both asking if I was all right and why was I yelling so much?  It was REALLY bloody weird.  It was enough to shut me up at any rate.

Since when do cats care what we stupid monkeys do, outside of feeding them and adoring them?  Rogue seems to really depend on my happiness.  The other week, when I was sick?  She wouldn't bloody get off me.  It wasn't until my fever broke that she left me alone.

Spooky, spooky cat!

Dedicated to the Outrageous!

I just ripped the songs off the first two disks of the four disc season one set of Jem and the Holograms.  I intend to do the rest at some later date (tomorrow or the day after tomorrow).   They will be on a web site, once I've designed the fucker.  It'll be in good ol' HTML.   At some point I also intend to keep working on that damned Jem drawing I did.

Why do all my projects balloon into huge labours of love?  Why?!