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Madison

Do we mean the things we do, do we do the things we mean?

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My brother has taken being an asshole to a whole new level. It pisses me off when it touches my things, or makes weird noises, or talks along with commercials, or quotes one of the many 14+ shows hes not allowed to watch, but seriously. I know hes only eleven. He probably has ADD too. I'm pretty much okay with that becasue I know he'll grow out of it eventually.
But seriously.
He's an asshole, but now on a whole new level.
Last night my boyfriend came over for a bit and when he went to kiss me good night, my brother knocked our heads together. Not only was I pissed off and embarassed, but it really hurt my feelings. My brother knows how much my boyfriend and I like each other, why would he deo something like that?
I mean, why would anyone do something like that?

Jesus' How To On LIFE

Okay, so I just finished the most AMAZING book I have ever read in all my life. FOR SERIOUS. The book is called Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal, by Christoher Moore. Its about the life of Jesus, or Joshua, as he is called in the book. You soo, Jesus is Greek for Joshua, and Joshua is the equivelent of the Hebrew name Yeshua, which would have been Jesus's given name. Cool, eh?
But the book isn't just about his birth and crucifiction. Jesus was a Buddist monk and a kung fu master. NO JOKES!
Read the book, even if you're not a religious person, its a great laugh with an excellent moral. Beware, theres lots of sex and not-so-polite words in there. Also, the theme pissed off my religion teacher, which I thought was pretty hilarious. I mean, this is what now? 2009? Why can't Jesus be a kung fu Buddhist master with knowledge of the divine spark and eastern religions, which he based all his lessons on? Why the fuck not?!?
I get excited just thinking about the amzingness of this book.
Here's a summary of all Jesus's teachings, taken form the Gospel According to Biff:

Be nice to people, even creeps.
And if you:
a) beleived he wa the son of God
b) beleived he had come to save you from sin
c) acknowledged the Holy Spirit within you
d) didn't blaspheme the Holy Ghost
Then you would:
e) live forever
f) someplace nice
g) probably heaven
However, if you:
h) sinned
i) were a hypocrite
j) valued things over people
k) didn't do a, b, c, and d
Then you were:
l) fucked.

No word of a lie, that came stright from the bible (well, my bible anyway). But please, read the book. I have this thing where I find something I find amazing, then I get this idea that ecveryone should know about it and then I set out to fullfill that until something new comes along.
SO READ

D:< WTF?!?!

Okay, on top of being in a pissy mood as it is, my account was hacked?!?!
WTF
I left on a comment to find that myy avatar was no longer Kyo, but that guy from the Twilight books.
WTF
I'm super pissed.
All the comments I've made have that guy as my avi, and the same guy with a different pic for everyone else's.
WTF is this?!?!?
When you are found, there will be HELL TO PAY!!!

[EDIT]
I've been looking for stuff on all this internet bullshit, and found something called the Conficker Worm. Apparently, it was first identified in November 2008 with the activation date today, April Fool's Day nonetheless, at noon. It seems top have developed with the time zones moving East to West.
It only seems to screw with stuff and make itself stronger and less likely to be stopped. There are an estimated 1 to 2 million computers computers affected as of late. I'm assuming that if the Twilight stuff isn't the work of a hacker, its the Conficker in the head of TheOtaku's computer, dispersoing itself through the site.
The creators of Conficker have nat been identified or put in any demands. There is a $250,000 reward for their identities; no small fee.
I still stand by my former statement; When you are found, and they WILL find you, there will be HELL TO PAY!!!

Also, WTF IS A NOOB?!?!?! WHY AM I A NOOBITE?!?!?
I mean, maybe otakuite probably isn't the coolest title in the world, but n00bite?? Are you fucking serious? I sincerely hope this is the Virus.

Bad Dream >.<

Rrgh, I had this really bad deram last night. It was so odd, especially because I hardly ever dream about anything.
I'm walking down a street, but it looks like there was a war on. There aren't any people around and alot of the buildings are broken and abondoned.
Then, I'm running from something and there's this little girl with me. I didn't see her face but she was about 10 years old and had wavy blondish-brown hair. Her name is Sharon.
She's holding my hand and we're running down a road lined with trees. Then it gets dark and we go to sleep unfder some big pine trees at the side of the road. I wake up and hear a horse and buggy coming toward us. Sharon and I run into the forest, buyt we are caught by a tall man in a trench coat and hat. I never saw his face either, but he takes us to a big, red brick building, somewhere upstairs. The room we're in has alot of dust and drywall on the floor, and no furniture. There's an old man in a blue custodians uniform sweeping the floor.
The man stands facing us, a wicked grin on his face. I can feel my heart racing. "Where's Billy?" I ask. I haven't seen my boyfriend since we ran out of the damaged town. The man chuckles softly and suddenly, I am alone. The man with the broom, Sharon, and the man in the trench coat are all gone. I panic and start crying into a big white towel that came from nowhere.
I look around the big dirty room and find a door. I walk out into a hall with a staircase leading down and two other doors besides the one I came out of.
Then Billy comes out of one of the doors looking really calm but kind of oblivious. I am still crying and I run over to him and he gives me a hug. I couldn't beleive he was alive. I honestly beleived that he was dead.

I don't understand why I had such a horrible dream. I had a really good day yesterday. Billy picked me up from work and we had a bonfire during Earth Hour. It was alot of fun :)
I woke up feeling horrified but releived that it was just a dream. I called him just in case though. I felt better knowing he was actually okay.

Dunno why I decided to post this, I just did. Also, I haven't posted in quite a while I think.

Hospital Music

There's this song on this CD that I love. The Cd is hospital music by Matt Good. The last song is called "True Love Will Find You in the End"
It goes like this:

True love will find you in the end.
You'll find out just who;s your friend.
Don't be sad, I know you will.
Don't give up until,
True love will find you in the end.

Don't be sad, I know you will.
Don't give up until,
True love will find you in the end.

I really like it. Its a cover, the originail is by by someone with the last name Johnston, I cant remember the first name.
Anyway (<babbling again), I kind of wondered how you know who your friend is. I never really considered anyone a true friend. I could say I was a friend to someone, but I counldn't say someone was a friend to me. I have this thing about talking to people, like REALLY talking. I can take anything from anyone, I'll listen to anything anyone has to say. I won't put my burdens on others though. It would feel selfish. I just listen.
Today two of my buddies came over. I had made a pact with myself not to talk to them, so I left and biked down to the river. They found me, incredibly enough. Lorenzo smashed his bike into the rock I was siting on and covered himself in fresh mud. He chased Jesse around, trying to get mud on his new eighties inspired sweater. You wouldn't beleive how quiet it had been before they came.
They're impossible to ignore. They interrogated me on why I wouldn't speak to tham and, by some stroke of God-given luck, they figured it out. It's hard to explain, but they told me they were both done smoking for good. We all knew I would not associate with them at all otherwise.
Halfway home, they cornered me at the library and forced me to spill my guts about everything that was bugging me. I think we all felt better after. Lorenzo gave me a hug, muddying my sweater. Jesse gave me a hug too, then they decided to hug each other, then we all had to hug.
I'm glad I have them. I know I need them, probabl more than they need me. I always thought that if I told them what was bothering me, they'd tell me to et over and quit feeling sorry for myself. People have told "You've got nothing to bitch about, you''ve got it good compared to us."
I always beleived them. Now I know that even though teenage boys dress weird, talk shit and sometimes reek, they can be real friends too.
I love my true friends.