There is a Bloody Camel in my living room… where the hell did it come from?Seriously? Where did it come from? Like, who owns a fricken actual sized statue ON WHEELS of a camel? What is the point? It was pretty, but I just about pissed myself when I saw it (who expects one of those to be in their house? Really?). A cool bit of art, I can respect that, but why is there a camel in the house! There...

I noticed something, and this seriously bothers me, about some people complaining about everything on this site. And Christians who think that everyone is against them.Please note that this is a rant about both. And of you don’t have something nice to say, don’t type anything on the keyboard no matter how much it beckons you, shines, or even tempts you with chocolate.At least not until you've...

Ignore the title that means nothing what so ever.All right, so I was bored today in English and started writing (cha, of course, otherwise I wouldn’t be telling you!) and these strange scene developed in my head of a woman—because I love bad@ss women—being held hostage for information and after giving them what they want (yeah, she lied, because she’s like me and loves getting satisfaction...

I saw this sign on the wall of my school yesterday and I really hadn’t given much thought about it before. It was a plain, white piece of paper with red and blue dots that simply said “Donate Blood”. For a moment, I stared at it, and thought of seventeen different sayings to make that sign a bit more creative:Save Edward: Give BloodDon’t be shy! We aren’t giving it to the cannibals!Bella...

A friend and I were talking today (at Taco Bell, of all places, but we love Mexican food, so it was all good) about how the teachers at my high school really don’t care if a student gets blood all over their biology project—I had a bloody nose and it went all over because I sneezed—but they freak out when someone has a tiny dot of blood on their shirt, somewhere, even when it’s painfully...

I am so sick of guys wearing their pants around their thighs at my school, that this is what has become of it; a rant.Gasp! Really? O-M-G, NO WAY!Totally, dude.It’s a rant.About guys’ pants.Now, I get it, not all guys sag their pants (thank God or I might just force myself to become a Lesbian) and I am very aware of that fact. But I see plenty of them that do, otherwise I wouldn’t be writing...

Your mirror is a liar.There. I said it.There is nothing more revolting, nothing more nauseating, then seeing yourself in the mirror then looking at a magazine cover and saying “I’ll never be that pretty.” Just dampens your mood for the rest of the day, doesn’t it? Let me tell you a little secret. As an artist who critics anything on the shelves (whether at an art show or in Wal-Mart) I...

I'm doing a new pastel project (ooh, pretty colors! ALL OVER MY HANDS) and I was wondering--though what I do in the final project will not be determined by anyone but myself--which character would look the "best" with pastels (Prismacolor, for all those artists out there). Looking for opinons to sway my own because my art teacher is getting a bit annoyed (I need to print out refrences, get a few...

Memoirs of a rainy day…I once had a woman—standing out on my doorstep, in the pouring rain—ask me, sheepishly, if anyone could become a writer. For a moment, I sat there judging her, not by what she wore, or from a self-imposed God to a lowly being, but rather on a thought of will my next words make her slap me? Then I realized that if they did, who cares? So I let her in, handed her a warm...

Or how about not? How about we forget the obnoxious fandoms, let them drop for a moment, take a deep breath, and realize that neither Harry nor Edward actually exist! Please, no more ranting about why one is greater than the other! I am so sick and tired of hearing about “Harry Potter this…” or “Twilight that…”. God, just give it a rest already, will ya?First of all, while I never read...

First of all, no I’m not on meds of any kind! Thank you! I just act like it: “Everybody remotely interesting in life is insane in one way or another”, I don’t remember who said that, so please, don’t ask me.Anyway, on to the real deal. I can’t explain all three (four? Five? Six? Ah, hell no! where’d my loner status go?) of them at the same time, so I’ll just go into detail about...

This should, in fact, be titled Alice's adventures in Wonderland but that is an entirely different topic. If I don't say this now, then I will go on and on and on about it at school or in the presence of any individual, really.I love Tim Burton's movies (The Nightmare before Christmas, Corpse Bride, Sweeney--loved them all) and I was looking forward to seeing Alice since one of my friends showed...