Halloween FOTD

Woooo! I love getting better at makeup.

LEOPARD KICK.

I fucked up my eyelashes this morning, so went around with one of them slightly higher than the other. Oh well. I fixed them now, so all the evening pictures should be sweet.

Question Yourself

This world is full of just so much, that not changing even slightly because of it tells me that you are one isolated motherfucker with no friends. Seriously. If you don't meet people in your day to day comings and goings that don't alter your view on everything you see, you should get new friends.

I am more than aware of how often this occurs -- I'm in nursing. I deal with high risk, low risk, and potentially self-harming behavior. And I encourage everyone to take a deep breath and inch your way into this world that you have not even tapped on the surface of. Scratch the surface! Hell, take your keys and rake your mark into other people's paint jobs.

Leap, jump, and splash into the sea of people and thoughts that surround you, because seriously, you should get your world rocked.

Now I'm not saying that you should change everything about yourself every day of your life because of something new that makes you reevaluate what you previously believed to be your values or something. What I am saying is question your beliefs, and their validity. Question others beliefs and their validity. The Holocaust didn't happen. Veganism is the way to go. Asian girls make superior girlfriends (/coughtrue).

My thoughts:

People will change your view on the world every day of your life.

I believe in God, and one of my best friends is a proclaimed athiest.

My parents are traditional Filipinos who raised me in a Western world. Wooo, that one was a doozy to sort my head through in itself.

I'm in nursing, and have to question my belief system a lot in concern to what I educate people on (ie: abortion, birth control vs. keeping the baby, no contraceptive care) and have to really keep in mind and be considerate of other peoples religions and tolerations. Believe me, the feeling doesn't go both ways. Some patients refuse to be seen by someone of male or female gender, or refuse to communicate to someone not within their culture.

I'm a Playstation girl at heart, but have begun to fall to the dark side of the Xbox 360.

Old people have sex. And like it. Your grandparents didn't magically wish your parents into the world. Deal with it. Youths and adults today are ageist, its insane. What, you think you won't be thinking of sex when you're 80? Oh you'll probably be thinking about your failing heart and your crappy bowel system, but believe me, the sex drive still exists.

Country music can be the shit, or can be shit.

Other people will remember remarks you make about them long after you've forgotten what you've said.

Cross religion dating is an interesting time.

...But understand that not everyone works like this. Actively seeks out the other people in the world, I mean. Some people are introverted, and accepting that they are just not outgoing people is perfectly fine. However, to never meet new people or interact with society is a different thing altogether.

Darwin

You know what I would like to see in my lifetime? A boy named Darwin become the Pope. I don't want to aim too high and see if a girl named Darwin would achieve something of that level because:

a) if you're a girl and named Darwin, that's just cruel
b) I have little faith in the equalization of women for priesthood within the Roman Catholic domain (or at least within the next 100 or so years).

Why would I like to see this?

Because I take more pleasure than I should in ironic or oxymoron-esque scenarios.

Sensored

I'm beginning to think that maybe making this public blog was a bit of a mistake. This blog was made with the intention to have something to actually reference in conversation, because my other blogs are invite only. I was sick of saying, "Oh yeah, and remember when I talked about... oh wait, nevermind."

Thus, See Jackie Run was born.

However, upon looking at this, I'm left sorely unfulfilled. Like any public persona, this is a public face with a superficial layer to uphold because I have a vague idea in mind for the amount (and type) of people that creep other people's blogs. I'm left unfulfilled in the idea that when I blog, I speak my mind freely. In my private one, my thoughts are unleashed with no real censoring. For this public blog, I'm at a loss as I'm severely curbed in my content and language.

This blog is currently only publicized on two places: FF.net and Facebook. Which in itself is a very big database of potential readers, but only if it catches their attention. I've been inactive on FF.net for over a year, and not everyone on FB can stand to read past a few paragraphs on certain blogs. I only installed the counter today, and people have been talking about this blog to me in person for the last month, so it's about a month delayed. Whatever, the records just for kicks more than anything, because my LJ account has gotten into the six digit hits within the last few years.

Not bad for a private account.

I digress.

So while I feel like I'm periodically stomping on my feet, and biting my tongue in reference to the content that I write here, well... actually, yeah. That's my problem. Hmph.

I'll try for a bit with my unedited content. But I'm pretty sure I'm not going to like the end result.

I AM EXCITED:

Pokemon Jokes

/whilst browsing through some group wall posts on Facebook...

R - /reads off a wall post: "I'd like to slowpoke your cloyster."
J - "...That's the dirtiest Pokemon joke I've heard. Actually, I'm pretty sure that's the only dirty Pokemon joke I've heard."

Woman Suffers Orgasm-Related Stroke

It's official: sex can cause strokes (.../cough/ if several risk factors are involved).

But it doesn't seem as eye-opening when you read that last part.

http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2008/09/16/health/webmd/main4452137.shtml

Isn't it great to have friends who are nurses and tell you weird things like this?

Redredred.

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;

Coral is far more red than her lips’ red:

If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;

If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

I have seen roses damask’d red and white,

But no such roses see I in her cheeks;

And in some perfumes is there more delight

Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

I love to hear her speak, yet well I know

That music hath a far more pleasing sound:

I grant I never saw a goddess go,—

My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.

And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare

As any she belied with false compare.

William Shakespeare, Sonnet No. 130

Tread Softly

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths,

Of night and light and the half-light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

W. B. Yeats, He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

Buffalo?

Ahh, it all makes sense now.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:Wikipedia_Signpost/2007-03-26/WikiWorld