I fucked up.

ha ha. The ONE person that I trust with anything pretty much hates me.. but you know.. it's fine. I'm only wanting to chase a bottle of aspirin with a bottle of vodka..

I guess I'm a horrible person who is ignorant, arrogant, and only thinks about myself. Seeing as this isn't the first time or the first person that I've heard this from, maybe it's true. maybe I am worthless and a horrible person. ha ha. maybe the thought that I'm worth at least a little bit is all in my head. maybe I'm just insane. But then again, who isn't insane? Who doesn't like to think that they are a good person, and worth at least a little bit.

I guess, according to Thom, I think that I'm the only person in this world with problems, if I thought that, don't you think that I wouldn't listen to other peoples problems? wouldn't I think that they don't have them? If I didn't think anyone else had problems, why would I be willing to listen to anything that anyone ever has to complain about? Wouldn't I just tell them that their life is perfect and that they need to stop complaining?

I guess I'm arrogant too. Because EVERYONE knows how highly I think of myself.. I mean.. sure. I think that I'm such a wonderful person. I mean.. I'm really great! I'm just awesome! (if you know me, then you will understand that all of that was said in sarcasm, but if you don't... I'm informing you that all of that was said in sarcasm)

And I guess that I'm ignorant because I don't understand that the world is really great if I just gave it a chance.. I guess I'm just so ignorant that I never even THOUGHT about actually trying to be happy. I guess what happened was I was born, and I automatically decided that the world is a horrible place.. I mean. it isn't like I could have actually had horrible things happen! of course not! that's just stupid! (there I go with the sarcasm again.)

ha ha. I'm such a horrible, awful, disgraceful, person! I never listen to anyone, and I only care about myself. My goodness. I'm so glad that all of my faults were brought to my attention, I've never thought about them until now! My goodness, I just see the world in a whole new light! ( Do I ever stop with the sarcasm? No.. )


Fuck man.. whatever. I'm a bad person. I know. But in all honesty.. I don't give a shit. If you people don't like it, you can suck my imaginary fucking cock.

yay!

I took a picture of a pretty apple tree!

Celebrating the Birth of my Dread :D

Name : Phillip

Birthdate : 7/6/07 2:53 Pm

Length : 10 inches

Number of Beads : One

... More poetry.

Now, this poem is fucking long, and has a pretty crazy rhyme scheme. But if you have the patience to read it, I think that you'll like the story.

I sit here locked in my cage
My captor stares at me
Oblivious to my silent, unspoken rage
My captor locks the door and leaves
I sit and stare at the barred walls
I feel nothing of my surroundings
Out the door are the familiar halls
But I don't deserve their warmth
The hours pass and I haven't moved
I hear the door unlatch and open
Fresh food is set, the old removed
I wont touch the nourishment given to me
The man who brought the food
Stood to watch and wait
I feel a change in the room, a different mood
I look up to see his face
i am greeted by a smile, one I barely even see
I quickly look away from him
The smile isn't meant for me
I don't deserve the gesture
He bows his head and leaves the room
leaving the door unlocked
I have a way to escape my tomb
and escape I don't deserve
I look at the food sitting on my bed
I consider it for a moment
The memories of flavor flash in my head
The anger returns and I turn away
I lean against the cold stone wall
the wall that kept me company so long
the wall I wont let crumble and fall
my only source of protection
The man comes the next day
more food that I'll never touch
Once again the man chooses to stay
he sits down beside me
I don't even look at him
he puts his hand om my shoulder
I shy away and his smile grows dim
He slowly gets up to leave
I sit alone another day
my mind swimming with his face
I try keeping the thoughts at bay
My mind doesn't respond to the struggle
He comes back that night
He sits and talks with me
The urge to laugh with him is something to fight
I tell him he should go, I don't want him to leave
I don't deserve his warmth
I should be left alone
I don't deserve his warmth
It is something I should forget
He returns with more food and drink
I refuse it once again
The man stays and makes me thing
I may deserve this food
A small bite is how it came along
Soon the plate is bare
All this suffering had been wrong
What I don't deserve is the hunger
He leaves me with the empty plate
I realize my mistake
I never deserved the food, now it is too late
I vomit my regrets back up
My captor comes into my chamber
A mask as black as night
I feel a stomach churning danger
And I grab them by the throat
I feel them grab my arms
Trying to force me away
The attempt is wasted, the are caught by my charms
I feel the life slowly leave them
My suffering slowly stops
I gain confidence, with every breath they miss
Their pulse accelerates then drops
They lay lifeless on the floor.
I lean over their dead body, still and pale
I pull off the mast
My breath begins to fail
I'm looking at the face of my father.
I look away and then back
The mask is back on
Still dark, still black
I pull it off again
This time the face of my mother
Looks up at me
Then the face changes to another and another
Some are strangers, some I know
Finally the face stops changing
I gasp and press my back to the wall
I feel my thoughts rearranging
I'm looking down at my own lifeless eyes
I have been keeping myself here
I locked myself here in torment
Out of pain and out of fear
It is all my fault
The man walks into my room
Not noticing the dead body
He pushes away any thoughts of doom
as he gently takes my hand
Now I know I'm free
because all my captor was, is me.

I was feeling poetic.

Look at that, look at yourself
Making all these changes
Wait until you love yourself
Making silent, content exchanges
Force feed yourself positive things
Ones that you vomit back up
Choke on the sweet bite happiness brings
Until I have had enough
Don't look at me now
I don't want you watching me gag
I'm throwing up my voice box now
Quieting screams with a bloody rag
These changes make it hard to breathe
I'm silently choking on the warm fresh breeze.

- June 27 2007/July 2 2007

If you are easily offended.. Don't read this.

Well, seeing as I'm a worthless piece of shit, I should probably just go die. But instead, I'm going to rant about how much of a worthless piece of shit I am on here. It'll be good times.

So apparently the biggest thing that makes me a worthless piece of shit is that I'm not a Christian. Apparently I'm ignorant because I don't believe in an imaginary man that lives in the sky. I am a horrible person because I don't believe that we all came from two people who were made from some dirt and a rib. According to someone who "loves me" I'm going to hell, I'm ignorant, and I don't know anything about what I'm talking about. I guess he just knows far more than me. I guess I'm just stupid because I have been through too much shit to believe that there is someone looking out for me. No. Fuck that, I'm too smart to rely on an imaginary man in the clouds to protect and save me. All I have is myself, and fuck, that's all I need.

Of course there are many contributing factors that make me a worthless piece of shit. But I've complained about those already. I won't bore you again. Just read some of my other blogs if you don't know what they are. But then again, if you know me, you already know exactly why I'm a worthless piece of shit.

Fuck you people. I should just fucking shoot myself in the face. You people are tired of me anyways. I'm only good to fucking have around when I can help you. Other than that. I'm just a worthless fucking pagan. All anyone has fucking done these last few weeks is fucking complain at me about all the shit that is wrong in their lives. I'm fucking tired of it. Yeah. I'll help you, but when you complain about the SAME EXACT SHIT over and over EVERY FUCKING DAY I'm going to get sick of it. Just fucking leave me alone people. The next person to talk to me about something that they've talked to me about before I'm just going to fucking scream at them. I CAN'T FUCKING TELL YOU ANYTHING DIFFERENT THAT I TOLD YOU YESTERDAY YOU STUPID FUCKING DOUCHE BAGS! SO JUST STOP! YOU PEOPLE ARE PRETTY MUCH ADULTS, I'M FAIRLY CERTAIN THAT YOU CAN DEAL WITH THIS SHIT ON YOUR OWN. FUCK! I COULD DEAL WITH THE SHIT YOU PEOPLE COMPLAIN ABOUT ON MY OWN AND I'M 15. SO JUST SHUT UP.

Don't fucking comment on this with "Sara, now that wasn't very nice" I don't fucking give a shit if it's nice or not. I really don't. So if you're going to lecture me on my language, or my manners, then just fuck off. I don't want to hear it. You people are fucking stupid.

Last day of school

So, today was awesome. I did my Art final thing, yup. I kicked ass at it. it was awesome. And then I went to Tech. and we just fucked off, I got some awesome videos, a couple of Nate B. rapping, just one really long one about nothing. Yup. then I went to Child Development, and after I finished the final in there, I left to hang out with my best buddy Nathan Cox. He's cool. We walked around school getting stuff on video, we got this kid Mike playing DDR. he kicked ass at it. He's my hero. Then we went to go silly string Cutters room, but she was like "NO GUYS! I JUST GOT IN A ARGUMENT WITH THE JANITOR! PLEASE DON'T!" and we didn't because she's an awesome teacher, and we don't want her being in trouble. So then Nathan gave me a ride home in his Impala, it was fucking awesome. It was red. It was nice. It had awesomeness seaping from it. Yes. So we still had the silly string, so we did driveby shootings with silly string. It was fucking awesome. Yup.

In all, it was an awesome last day of school.

The BEST part about it, is that I get to celebrate, today is the last day that I have to see Adam. I never have to look at that kid again. I will never again hear his voice. I am happy.

But yeah, I'll get the videos up as soon as I can. It'll be awesome.

What I want.

I want a boy. One who respects me. I want a boy who loves me endlessly. I want a boy who is honest and caring. I want a boy who will just hold me when I have a bad day until I feel better. I want a boy who will tell me anything, and who I can tell everything to. I want a boy who is nice to my friend, even when he doesn’t like them. A boy my brothers approve of. I want a boy who I can believe when he tells me that I’m beautiful. I want a boy who tells me everyday that he loves me. I want a boy who has almost everything in common with me. I want a boy who holds my hand in the hall and writes me notes. I want a boy who doesn’t get mad at me when I mess up, who sees me as perfect no matter what I do. I want a boy who can accept my past and never judge me for it, and never use it against me. I want a boy who is charming and witty. I want a boy who knows when to be serious and when to be playful. I want a boy who can make me laugh, and would never make me cry. I want a boy who would never hit me. I want a boy who is patient and understand that my paranoia is because I think they are so great that they would never love someone like me. I want a boy who lets me hang out with him and his friends. I want a boy who supports me and all my geeky hobbies like chess, video games, comics, and computers. A boy who would never tell me I can’t do something or that I’m not good enough. A boy, who never questions why I randomly scream in quiet room. I want a boy who is smart and can have an intellectual conversation with me, where he is more involved that the occasional “yeah” or “Ok”. I want a guy who can debate with me without getting too aggressive. I want a guy who will never yell at me. Who will never say that I’m stupid or worthless. A boy who will never make me decide what we go do unless I want to. I want a boy who knows how to have fun. I want a boy who lets me play with his hair. I want a guy who joins in when I start air guitaring to no music. I want a guy who has goals, a guy who wants to get somewhere in life. I want a boy who is going to stay around. I want a boy willing to do anything for me. I want a boy that makes me feel like I’m just as great as he says I am. I want a boy who knows that I’m crazy, and loves it. I want a boy who isn’t afraid to talk about how he feels. I want a boy who will stay awake all night with me when I’m afraid to fall asleep. I want a boy that remembers my birthday. I want a boy that doesn’t consider me ‘one of the guys’ when I start talking about cars or sports. I want a boy that I can love without getting hurt. I want a boy to completely devote myself to. I want a boy that can be my everything. I want a boy that I can do all of the things he does for me to him. I want a boy that I can make feel as loved as he makes me feel.

I win.

I'm going to Oaks Park with my little brother. It's going to be awesome. I'll pick up some guys xD. Get laid in the bathroom. Kidding. But anyways. It'll be great. we're going to ride in the squirrel cages until we throw up. It'll be awesome.

Love - Sara Lynn xD

This is my little brother :D I'm pretty sure this was from when I dyed his hair. then I made him put on that crown thing and let me take pictures. there were pictures that looked really bad.. but I'm nice enough not to put those up.. xD I'm only mean to whores named Heather. xD because they "wunna hauv chillren aufter haigh Scoo." LMAO!

This year.

This year has been insane. I’ve lost some friends, but I’ve gained even more. I’ve become a stronger person in general, and become much bolder. I’ve learned the right times to keep my head down or speak up. This year has taught me that it is important to have my opinion heard, and to stand by it no matter what people think I’ve learned that your real friends are the ones who stay home from a school dance with you because you don’t have a date, but end up dragging you there anyways. I’ve learned that love comes and goes, it hurts sometimes but that will make it so much better when you find the true thing. I’ve learned to be nice to my enemies, it catches them off guard. I’ve learned that giving random people hugs is a good way to make friends. I’ve learned to talk to the quiet kid in the back of the room, because they’re the ones that will never try to hurt you, they’re the ones who will be there for you. I’ve learned that it’s ok to cry. I learned that forgiveness is important. I’ve learned not to judge how good life is by now many people I know, but by now the people I know make me feel. It doesn’t matter if you have 100 friends that barely know you, what does matter is the 2 that you can trust with anything.

The last month

This kid that probably doesn't want to be named, Adam, has been a fucking asshole.

Ok, so we meet in art class right, he's a hella cool kid. We start going out, and he treats me like dirt, he says that he'll do thing that he never does, he's just an all around bad boyfriend. But that's fine, he's just got some problems right now, he'll deal with them, and it'll all be good. So then he breaks up with me, because I'm not good enough, but he tells me that it isn't my fault. Yeah, right. So I find out that he had lied to me about a lot of stuff, and he can't even admit to it when I ask him about it. Whatever, I'll forgive him for that. So then he get pissed at me because I didn't run after him and make sure he's ok when someone threw a piece of apple at him, right after he threw a whole apple at me, hard enough for it to break. Yeah, so I'm the cunt and horrible person because I wasn't worried about him. Whatever, I forgive him for that too. And so then he tells me that I'm ruining his life? whatever. So he decides to tell me that I'm stupid, and I need to get over my past. That I'm too stupid to see that all I need to do is let my past go and I'll be fine. So he posts a bulletin about out supposed conversation, but he altered it quite a bit, none of what he put that I said was true, and he took out more than half of what he said, because he didn't want to seem like an asshole. Whatever. I've had it with this kid. he is such a fucking prick. All he thinks about is himself, One minute he'll have all these friends that he says love him, and would die for him, then the next second, when he wants people to feel bad for him, he doesn't have any friends, and everyone hates him, and there is no one he can talk to. What the fuck ever. He can go kill himself for all I care. the guy is a douche bag. UGH! So then his girl friend is threatening to beat me up, I really don't think she knows what she's getting into, I don't think she understand that if I'm mad enough, I won't stop bashing her head against the wall until she isn't breathing.

But yeah, that isn't even half of what happened. If you want the full story, and have my number, call me. I am seriously about to fucking kill something.

I am so tired of stupid fucking people talking about how much I piss them off. Yeah, I piss a lot of people off, If you don't like it, then don't fucking talk to me, I don't force you to sit and listen to me talk. Really.

Today....

Today I felt even more worthless than I usually do. I felt stupid too.

I was told that I need to stop living in the past, and that if I want my life to be better then I should make it that way. I felt really stupid, because they were acting like my past was no big deal, that I should just get over it, that made me so mad, that they would just act like it wasn't a big deal. But they're right. It's the past, I can't do anything about it. I need to just get over it. I need to just move on from it. I can't forget it, and it would be stupid to try and forget. I don't even want to forget it, it made me who I am. I just need to move on from it, and not let it control me anymore.

To the person who said that to me - I'm sorry that I was a bitch about it. I really didn't mean to, I was just mad, for what turned out to be no reason. I hope you can forgive me for that, but it's fine if you can't, I understand. You were right though. I love you.


On a different note. I read relatively a lot today, compared to how much I have been reading. I've been meaning to start reading more again. I used to read a lot, and then I sort of stopped. I don't really know why. I'm going to start reading again. Right now I'm reading a book called The Wishing Garden. It's good, about this dysfunctional family, and a dying grandfather. Yup.


On another completely different note. I read a blog that Adam posted today, about what his plans are after high school, and I realized that I don't have plans or goals, and I think that I should get some. But there is a problem, I'm not really good at very many things, so I don't know what it is that I should make my goal. The things I'm good at are Drawing, Math, Mechanics, and Writing. So maybe you guys could help me and give me some career options that use those skills? I have thought of a few Tattoo artist, mechanic, architect. I'm a fast learner, so if the job takes more skills than I have, I can learn them fairly easily. I don't know. Oh well, I have 3 more years to figure it out.

Love and Affection - Sara Lynn

Just a Ranting

What's the point? Why is it that we keep going from day to day to day? We sit and say "Oh, one day the world will be better" as it just gets worse. You always hear people say "well there are a lot of people worse off then me" but what about the person with the worst life in the world? Where is their hope? I'm not implying that I have the worst life ever, because I know I don't, I know that I have it better than a lot of people, but I have it worse than a lot of people too.
There are so many things in this world that just simply shouldn't happen. But they do anyway, I just can't grasp how it happens. So many people think of things like rape, molestation, torture, and abuse, as things that are just unavoidable. They acknowledge that they are wrong, but people have just accepted them as unavoidable things that are going to keep happening. Don't people have a voice in their head screaming "this shit shouldn't happen! This isn't right! This could all be stopped if people took the time and tried! Why isn't anyone putting forth the effort to stop this!"
I think it is obvious to everyone that the punishments in the United States don't work. People go to jail, get out, then do it all over again. If someone is lucky enough to get the death sentence, they are killed painlessly with a shot, mot quite the equivalent of the "shot" in the heart they gave the person that you will now find in the morgue or 6 feet under. If a guy rapes a girl, don't put him in prison, he'll just get out and do it again. instead, lock him in a room with the girls dad, brother, or best friend for a couple hours. I guarantee that he isn't going to be rapping anyone else. I guarantee that he isn't going to be able to walk again, let alone rape anyone.
So, that was the ranting for today. Hope you enjoyed.

Kitty

So, today I took pictures of Kitty... Yeah, the cats name is Kitty.. I didn't pick it, so don't laugh at me. This one I didn't use photoshop on. It's ok I guess. It could have been a bit more interesting if I had gotten more in the shot, and if it was a brighter day it would have been a bit better, but today was kindof cloudy.
This one I obviously used photoshop on. I brightened the picture, and I highered the contrast. I think it looks better. The grass is brighter, instead of that disgusting dead green color. Kittys fur looks healthier too.
I think this one is pretty good. Not my best, but good. I made it black and white to hide the brown spots on the lawn, they didn't make the picture very attractive. Also, all the surrounding colors took away from what the picture was suposed to be of.
I changed the brighness and contrast in this one also. It's good, but Kitty looks pissed at me.
This one is probably my favorite. I didn't use photoshop on it, I liked it that much. It isn't very good. I just like it for some reason. I duno. Oh well.



So that is what I did today, I took pictures of a cat. Go me. I also made sugar cookies, with sprinkles, and some had frosting. It was brilliant.

Today..

So... Today was pretty uneventful. I didn't really do anything but go to school... where pretty much nothing happened.

Nothing ever happens at school.. Nothing different anyways, the same exact things happen everyday.. I hang out with the same exact people, follow the same exact routine. High school needs to be more.... just.. more. There needs to be more to do, more options than this. It's all so.. boring. If the school systems really cared about us learning, they would make school more enjoyable. They would make it so that kids wanted to go to school. The schools ideas of "fun activities" translates to the students as "A waste of time" or "We're going to be doing something worse than just sitting there writing? Crap."

Teachers claim to want us to succeed and have actions that show the opposite.

I'm really sick of the whole school thing.. I really don't want to go anymore.. Like I really have a choice though.. Oh well. I'll get over it. I only have 3 more years..

YES!

So, I made this comic... It's not very good.. or very funny. But hey, it's what I came up with... Fuck you xD

HAHAHAHAHAHA

oh... I am such a failure. hahaha. wow.. I SOMEHOW manage to ruin everything. I mean really. Everything was looking good for awhile, and I miraculously found a way to ruin it for myself. Why can't I just be content for once?

I can't even begin to explain how much I wish I could just start over... But I can't.

I had the thing I desire most! I HAD IT! It was mine! And I was careless, and I let my mind go, and I lost it. THE ONE THING THAT I'VE EVER WANTED! I lost it..




hahahaha. I just don't care anymore.. I really don't... Because no matter what, I'm always going to find a way to fuck everything up.

I drew Adam :D

MMMMMkay. This is the original picture of Adam.... The best fucking picture ever. xD I love it.

And this is the one I drew... no comparison really.. My drawing sucks.. But hey. I did it in like five minutes. so that has to count for something... and the hands don't look that bad... :D I did good I think.

The wonderfull me!

Even the flowers wish they could amount to my beauty.
I think that these flowers are jealous too. But not as jealous as the first flowers.

You guys better enjoy the color of my hair. Because by Monday, the tips are going to be Purplish Blue :D
Awww My hair looks pretty here. I'm not sure I even want to dye it now... xD My hair goes from dark to light to Darker to Lighter... great.. I've got quad hair.
For those of you who didn't know, this is the famous Awkward Sara Smile.
LOOK AT MY BOOBS!
OK... I seriously didn't even know that this window existed.. I have like... NEVER been on this side of my house.. ha ha.

The Aging of Sara Lynn

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Age : Early 13

Hahahaha. This was awhile back. I guess this was my "I refuse to wash my hair" phase, because my hair is pretty greasy. That's disgusting. So.. I look good in this picture other than that I guess.

Age : Late 13 Early 14

Haha. Here we go. My goth phase. Ah, what a phase that was. I look good in this one.. you know, if you forget about the whole Gothic factor. oh well. At least I don't have eyeliner all over my face. I really can't stop laughing while looking at this picture. I was such a failure.

Age: Mid 14

Oh my god.. This was horrible. I actually let Melissa talk me into letting her dye my hair the color of her choice. Not only did she pick a horrible color, but she didn't do a very good job of dying it. She didn't even get all of my hair. I'm just glad that it was washout. I'm NEVER letting Melissa dye my hair again.... Ever.

Age : Late 14

And this is me now. Not Gothic, not grungy. Just Sara. And she's a pretty cool kid. I'm not the kind of girl that people notice a lot. I'm not the kind of girl who people go out of their way to talk to. I'm the kind of girl who sits there quietly, and waits for someone to notice that I'm something out of the average. But the problem is that I'm too socially retarded to keep them around for long. So I wait.. For someone who will put up with all the insanity.. Until I finally come out of it, until I'm finally sane again. But that hasn't happened yet. So I wait more, for someone to come along that understands, and is patient, and loves me enough to stay around.

Soooooo..

I'm going to tell you people about my day, and you will fucking listen to me. Today was a much better day than yesterday. Yesterday I felt like dying. I was seriously freaking out... a lot. But it was all worked out, and I'm calm now. I'm not good. I'm not bad. I'm just calm... It's amazing how one thing can effect 1000 more. One thing can go wrong, and it can change you're whole year. One mistake can change your world. But then to balance that, one good thing can change your world back. It seems that the later is a harder thing to do though. Why is it that it is so much easier to bring people down than to help them up? It is so easy for people to think negative things about themselves, and so hard for them to believe the positive things. I don't know what it is about the human race, why we are all so negative. I think that in the end, everything balances out. For every good thing, there is a bad. Every good trait someone has, there is a bad trait. People tell you that it is wrong to hate, but without hate, would love really be as special? If we are supposed to love our enemies, then what does that say about love? It takes away all meaning from the word.

People tell me all the time that I'm a good person, why can't I see it? Why, no matter how hard I try, can't I see that I'm not worthless? Everything that I ever try and do I fail at. All except a few things. The only things that I can do are draw, sing, and according to some of you, write. Three things, what a big accomplishment. I can do three things right. Where is the balance in that? Three things can't possibly make up for my lack of social graces, my inability to cooperate, my high expectations of others and myself, my paranoia, my rudeness. Oh well, I guess I'm just an abnormality of the world. I'm just a spare part, an extra piece of puzzle that no one knows what to do with.

Two Faced

Your lies seem uncontrollable
Like you don't know what you're saying
Your tales seem too predictable
But the edges of your lies are fraying
How can you live with it?
Not even knowing who you are
You throw around comments, with false wit
Keep the truth hidden away in a jar
What you're doing is immoral
Hiding behind your mask
You and everyone around you quarell
You just can't rise to the task
You are two faced
Your true self needs to be uncased

Die

I don't know what it is about you
What keeps you grinning?
Tell me what I could possibly do
To stop you from winning
I wish that I could see you die
I only wish that I could kill
All I want is for you to cry
Your corpse in its coffin, cold and still
I wish I could find the strength
to kill you where you stand
I would go to any length
Hate marks my heart, a red hot brand
I hate you so much
Ebrace death, its cold loathing touch.

My new blog

So... A new blog account... It will eventually have hundreds of entries about things that go through my mind. Ideas I come up with, things that I feel, or just pure insanity. Maybe eventually, what I have to say about the world will be so grand, and so brilliant, that people will worship my text as they would their God. I doubt it. Maybe one day, all of you internet dwellers, will anxiously await my next Blog. I highly doubt that too. Eventually, Maybe my blog will be one of the top read blogs in the world... That actually could happen... But I doubt that it will. So.... A couple things that pop into my mind.. Salad Fingers (Get the fuck on YouTube if you don't know what that is), Skinning babys and throwing them into pits, Zebras with bass guitars surgicly attatched to their heads.