Jasmine: Heads you live tails you die

Life is really like this. A game of chance. Every day we open our eyes and decide to keep breathing were taking a chance. Some people like to believe that it’s only those who put themselves at risk, those who go off and fight for their country or vacation in Africa, they are the ones taking chances, but at any moment our lives could be snatched away. The very act of living is throwing the die in a game no one knows the rules to and eventually everyone loses.

Tonight I went to dinner with my aunt and uncle and among the things we discussed, climbing 5.10’s, me needing a job, Abe/Molly and such, we got on the subject of the news. I have no tv, and I don’t normally remember to look at the world, much less at my own backyard. But she does. She likes to find out just what’s happening out there, not because she has any great urge to do something about it, but because she’s curious. My aunt is eternally curious.

There’s always tragic happenings, and sometimes some really random happenings. A man at century rio, was carrying a gun. He stood up and this gun fell out of his waistband, holster, not sure, and upon hitting the floor it discharged. The bullet went through a woman’s ankle. This man did not have a concealed carry license and is now facing some fairly serious charges. For my aunt this was a discussion of how peoples lives can get destroyed by the stupidest things. In this case chance was like fuck you man with a gun, and fuck you woman with the ankle. Of course if he’d had the permit the charges wouldn’t be so steep, but the woman would still be injured.

My aunts points continued onto people who destroy their lives for idiotic things. Or who are just plain stupid. She can not understand the reasoning behind some of their motives. A woman in Arizona flew to Florida and essentially treated herself. She got her nails done. Her hair done too. She went shopping and had a grand old time. But before she did that she either killed her eight month old baby and threw it away, or gave it to some people in the park. She has claimed doing both of these things. No one knows which is true or where the baby might be. The father of the child is bereft. He didn’t join the army and go to Bagdad, he’s not a bad person, and yet his life seems to have toppled over in the sand and no one knows how to right it again. The woman has destroyed herself for no seeming reason. She is currently in an Arizona prison. My aunt is confused.

A man shoots his toddler in the head to get back at the mother. The mother is still alive, and somewhere deep down, maybe so deep she doesn’t realize it, she is happy that she was the one to survive. And the man is in jail with prisoners trying to kill the child murderer.

A mother and father beat their baby to the point where it is blind and will never walk. They take it to the hospital saying that it has a fever. Was this stupidity on their part? Did they not realize that the staff would not recognize such abuse? Either way the child is maimed and they’re in jail.

These are some of the things we discussed at dinner. I realize now that they sound really depressing, and horrifying, and yes my aunt and I were outraged. But that wasn’t what the conversation was about. It was about people destroying their lives for confusing reasons, and how fate doesn’t care where you are, who you are, what you’ve done or haven’t lived long enough to do, when it’s your time they cut your strings and let you fall.

Meghan: Ranting

I rarely do rants, but here's one anyway...

Back at school, and so the posts resume.

This is my last semester at this school, and I couldn’t be more scared, more confused than I am right now. Confused because the decision to switch schools will stalk me for the rest of my life and the student in me is screaming in my ear that I’m making a horrible mistake. But the me that wants to be happy is screaming in my other ear. Sometimes it gets so loud.

My New Year’s resolution is basically not to go insane. Am I capable of it? Hell yes, everyone is. I would rather not end up in a straight jacket in a padded room with the nice people in white coats. My dreams have told me that it wouldn’t work out well. But how does one keep from losing their mind? Can you consciously hold onto it, think ‘normal’ thoughts and do ‘normal’ things? But by forcing yourself to do something normal, wouldn’t that be abnormal to your normal behavior and a sign of craziness? Maybe the fact that I’m thinking about these things at all means I’ve already jumped off the deep end.

I’ve been told to relax, to stop thinking, to be happier, but I can’t just develop these personality quirks overnight. I can’t even seem to develop them over weeks. I’d like to think I have complete control over what I do and say, but there are all of those people who ‘just snapped.’ But what caused it? And how can I avoid it?
Calm doesn’t seem to be a part of my vocabulary anymore.
But I want it back damn it.

-Meghan

Jasmine and Meghan: Live Action

Jasmine: so today we did absolutely nothing

Meghan: that is a lie! we did a puzzle

Jasmine: this is true there was also a squash involved and some minor cat torture. somehow I find myself unsatisfied with this minor cat torture...

Meghan: Why does there have to be activity again?

Jasmine: wait... its almost like were taking eachother sides. Jasmine wanted to stay home and do nothing and it was Meghan who wanted to go out and be one of those bad things that happen to good people

Meghan: I'm a complicated person

Jasmine: I bite you and I get what I want. this is all I need to know

Meghan beats on Jasmine. Meghan grabs Jasmine's arm and pronounces loudly that they are now going to Walmart. Loki turns off a light

Jasmine: Damn Cat!

Meghan: he's yours you get to turn it back on

Jasmine: the puzzle's done rules no longer apply. were not going to walmart

Meghan: Okay. Frontier

Jasmine bites Meghan, they do not go to Frontier

Meghan: Hey you were typing. We can go now.

Jasmine: but not hungry...

Meghan: youre not hungry? seriously! I'm hungry! I'll eat you!

Meghan begins sniffing Jasmine, Jasmine continues trying to type

Meghan: You are covered in towel, this is unfair.

Jasmine: I'm winning

Meghan proceeds to try and rip off Jasmines towel

Meghan: your clothes are easier to take off than my clothes

Meghan is standing now so Jasmine rips down Meghans pants

Meghan: standing was a bad idea

Meghan sits and continues to attack Jasmines towel. Jasmine grabs Meghans nipple stopping the fight, however realizing that she cant rebelt her robe with one hand she bites Meghans neck and again gets her way

Jasmine: I always get my way

Meghan knocks Jasmine out with a baseball bat and ties her up in the closet. Then she goes to Hawaii.

Sarah: Good luck and Happy Holidays

Hey you all,

I turned twenty yesterday, and jeez aren't we old? So old only our families remember - actually my parents thought I was turning 21. lol.

I just wanted to wish all of you good luck on finals and Happy Holidays whatever they may be. Make sure you spend time with your family, genetic or otherwise. If I don't see you all - I'm going up to my grandparents - know I'm wishing you the best of the best.

Sincerely,
Sarah

Jasmine: little bit

I have one essay, three tests, and six days standing between me and those I love. So few things to do, so little time, but I hate it. I want today to be the nineteenth and the world be damned for those twelve days in-between.

My body is in pain… still. I can feel muscles all over it squeal when I shift my weight while sitting in this chair. Lower back, trapezius, deltoids, triceps, the brachialis on my right arm. My ass hurts, but not like a bruise, like my one of the gluteus muscles is angry with me, the gracilis, and my gastrocnemius was hurting from even before Saturday. When I breathe I can still feel someone’s arms around my chest crushing the air out of it, and when my face moves in an expression my right eyebrow complains.

Laptag was amazing, just how amazing will depend on how many days I’m in pain. They are directly proportional. The next laptag is on the nineteenth, Doug comes home on the nineteenth, if the weather cooperates Meghan will be home on the eighteenth, I’m done with finals on the seventeenth, so many good things in so few days. I don’t know how I’ll manage to contain my happiness, one of my neighbors might stroke out from the blowback. We’ll see.

Doug: I hate you. Leave me alone.

I never find time to do this anymore. Course, not having a computer will severely limit your myfacetwit/blog/webcomic/porn time. Like, seriously.

Dear whatever God I have recently offended,

Please stop fucking with my shit. You've already taken my computer, my husky card and the peace and quiet in my household. I have an eight page paper due tomorrow, a test Friday, and two more monday and wendsday. I'm too poor to afford rent. I don't have time for people, so, naturally, they're mad at me and to top it all off it's so cold that I am in literal pain when I step outside of my house. This wouldn't matter, if I didn't have two days of outdoor PT left. But I do, and I'm not looking forward to frostbite.

So. Could you give it a rest?

kthnxbai!

-Doug

"Those that claim they want the attention of the gods have never felt the crushing, terrifying weight of that attention."
-Gen "The Thief"

That Guy: Comedy

Maybe it's the fact that we're all standing in the bitter, angry cold. Maybe it's the fact that our bodies tell us we should be in soft warm beds, curled with loved ones, stuffed animals, blankets. Maybe it's the fact that we all know what has to be done, and even though it's not that bad, it sucks.

Whatever the case, there is not a single person here who couldn't be a comedian.
Maybe we're all just looking for something to make it a little easier. No one does this job because it's what they love. It's work, plain and simple. Whether we have bills that have to be taken care of, whether we're putting our kids through college, whether we simply can't get another job, we do what we must.

"What's the most confusing holiday in Espanola?"
"Fathers Day"