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angel_bob

:: 2006 24 December :: 5.12pm

I am learning.

But I just made my first animated icon.

w00ts.

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rayray

:: 2006 24 December :: 3.59pm

So much for having a good Christmas Eve.
Started to suck about 9:30 this morning when my mother decided to act childish.
I called and asked if it would be okay if I were to show up to dinner at the most an hour late because Michael really wanted me to go with him to have Christmas with his daughter and whathaveya.
But no, my mother started balling and guilting me into not spending christmas eve with my boyfriend.
Why do I let her get to me so much?
After I got off the phone with her, pretty much in tears because I knew that I'd be spending the day without him, he hugged me and then we finished his christmas shopping.
Then the day started to suck more when his truck wouldn't start because the battery died, and then he locked the keys in the truck.
Now I'm sitting here missing him and waiting to go to my Grandma's to have christmas with my mother and the rest of her family, which my sister will not be attending.
I know this is childish, and I understand my sister has good reasoning for not being able to make it up here this weekend, but why is my mom okay with her and my brother-in-law missing christmas but it's not okay for me to show up no more than an hour late?
It's fucking retarded I tell ya, Re-tard-ed!
Hopefully tomorrow Michael with join me in venturing to Novi for Christmas with my dads side.
Or maybe he'll surprise me and show up at my grandma's this evening when he comes back from his christmas.

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m&ms487

:: 2006 24 December :: 1.07am
:: Mood: aggravated

The worst day of my entire freaking life.
Today. Work. Horrible. Cry. I worked from three to midnight. It was suppose to be eleven thirty, but people are douche bags and shop at meijer and leave shit in places it doesn't belong and then I have to sort it from millions of shopping carts before I can go home the whole while telling everyone that approaches the service desk, "I'm sorry, we're closed for the night."

"You close? I thought you were open twenty four hours."

"The store, not the desk. We close at eleven."

They glance at the clock which reads [insert time between 11:01 and midnight].

"Well, could you still do this [return, price adjustment, exchange, sale of lottery or tobacco, or listen to me bitch about something you can do nothing about].

"No, I'm sorry, we're closed."

And I turn around, continue sorting out candles that stink of peppermint, cheaply made Christmas ornaments, and ugly little sweaters made for dogs, and ignore them.

Michelle

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skife

:: 2006 23 December :: 1.53pm

so why do girls think this is cute?

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rayray

:: 2006 22 December :: 5.30am

Things seem to be going better.
Mike and I are terrific.
We have been having a lot of fun lately.
The other day we did some christmas shopping and he was acting like a little kid in the store.
He even had me push him around in the cart.
We also played baseball/volleyball with packages of toilet paper.
Today is my last day of work until the 2nd.
Kind of excited about that because this getting up at 5 thing is starting to kill me.
Especially being that Mike is back on third shift until the middle of January.
I cannot sleep alone.
Christmas is almost here.
I'm excited for it one day, not looking forward to it the next, so we shall see how the mood is by the time it's actually here.
Anyway, it's time for me to finish getting ready for work..

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angel_bob

:: 2006 22 December :: 1.08am

I didn't do very well this semester.

I leave for France in 33 days and 11 hours.

I'm stressed and nervous.

I don't want to leave.

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joeydomina

:: 2006 21 December :: 12.19pm

Yay work is gonna be great. (sarcasm) well I work all the rest of the days of the week but i do have christmas day off yay.... so anyways i hope it snows so i can go boarding again. so yeah I will talk to ya'll later k

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joeydomina

:: 2006 20 December :: 12.22am

hmmm i might not be able to chat online much longer since i dont get paid till friday and i still have all my christmas shopping to do lol well ummm yeah so all of ya'll have fun

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skife

:: 2006 20 December :: 12.13am

so yeah, class was a complete waste.
went there, sat around, bullshitted. Played some cards with a buncha people and baboolal

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angel_bob

:: 2006 19 December :: 11.33pm

Happy birthday, by the way.

I hope it was fun.

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m&ms487

:: 2006 19 December :: 6.58pm

Official grades are in. 3.93.

It's pretty okay.

There's work tomorrow, and a dentist appointment. I'm getting metal in my head, again. Oh joyous.

Jessie is coming over later and we will commence gift giving. I am quite excited. No doubt.

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skife

:: 2006 19 December :: 4.43pm

RIP grandma barb.
its been one year ago today since you left.
your number is still on my phone :(
I miss you.

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m&ms487

:: 2006 19 December :: 9.49am
:: Mood: content

So many things to do today. Give blood (which I am finally able to do since I was blacklisted), go to coffee with Jenny, and get a present for mother's birthday. I know it doesn't seem like a lot, but it is.

I work tomorrow. And the next day, and the day after that. I work until I leave on the seventh.

I wrapped presents yesterday and realized that I still have more shopping to do. I wish I was still five and a macaroni card would do the trick. I like making things better, anyhow. I like being constructive.

The first thing I did this morning was wake up and play my flute. It was good.

Michelle

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angel_bob

:: 2006 18 December :: 10.41pm

32 still counts.
Why I love The Office:

Read more..

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angel_bob

:: 2006 18 December :: 10.32pm

The Bible didn't mention us. Not even once.
I am nervous about leaving for France.

I am scared.

I love you all.




You are my sweetest downfall.

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sugarjackj

:: 2006 18 December :: 4.24pm
:: Mood: devious
:: Music: Bullet for my Valentine

I am a bitch because you made me a bitch.
I passed all my classes with A's and one B.

He is amazing.

The money is in the bank.

And my boss wants me back for Christmas break.





I wish you all could know what it's like for life to be perfect for once.
;)


P.S. Jessie, I heart you.

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skife

:: 2006 18 December :: 4.07pm

the probe decided to spew tranny fluid the other night, I got my refund check in the mail from sallie mae, anyone know of a $300 car for sale? that runs decent.

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m&ms487

:: 2006 17 December :: 7.05pm
:: Mood: complacent

It's amazing that I don't update as much here as I do when I am at school. I blame that on two things : Having a life and friends here, and having a dial up connection that takes me five minutes to get to the woohu main page.

Christmas tree is up. Charlie Brown Christmas is on the telly. I've been bombarded by nonmusical Christmas songs for the past month. I baked cookies Friday. I went Christmas shopping yesterday. I wore my grandma snowman sweater the other day. And it still doesn't feel like Christmas. I guess it's just not one of those things you can't force.

I'm free until Wednesday. Get ahold of me and we'll romp.

Michelle

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rayray

:: 2006 17 December :: 1.27am

Just like to take the time to say, I made an ass out of myself.
Or atleast I feel like a total ass.
I called Justy tonight and I was completely hysterical.
I was out driving around and I started to have what I thought was a panic attack.
I guess I just need to stop pretending that everything is peachy keen.
Especially when I'm feeling completely empty and numb inside.

I have a problem.
I'm depressed.
And I think about how I am going to die.
I don't think about killing myself.
I just think of all the different kinds of acts of God that could accure and I'd be history.
Is that the same as suicidal thoughts?

Anyway, time to go to bed and try and get rid of the stress headache.

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angel_bob

:: 2006 15 December :: 4.52pm

You know why I love my school?

I got an email from my Spanish professor asking us if anyone was going to Traverse City and could deliver a package for her. She gave us her cell phone number just in case we were.

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m&ms487

:: 2006 14 December :: 12.41pm

One more exam to go. Get car. Check out with RA. Drive home.

Jenny - Are you going to be at the middle school concert tonight? I am...you should come. If not, we need to get together this weekend!

Rueben - I probably won't answer my phone until I start driving home around three thirty.

Matt - I tried to call you last night, but it was busy.

Jessie - Feathers.

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rayray

:: 2006 14 December :: 12.26pm

Mike and I were both sick last night.
He was the only one that was able to get up and go to work.
Lucky him.
Instead I sit here, hoping my head really doesn't explode.
I think I miss him more when I'm sick.
All he did was cuddle me this morning and of course all of last night.
But this morning he was holding his shoulder when he went to get in the shower, because he slept on his bad shoulder all night just so he could cuddle me.
And I felt bad.
I love him so much.
I know we have our problems, and have a little argument atleast once a day.
But I want it to last.
As I sit here writing this and recieve a text from him, I start crying.
I'm pathetic.
I miss him so much right now.
I'm not sure if the crying is because I miss him, or because of the headache, or even both.

Anyway, getting my hair cut today.
Well, more or less a trim.
Then maybe off to Lori's to get it highlighted.

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angel_bob

:: 2006 13 December :: 11.54pm

Tyler Epps
I miss my cousin. I don't even remember the last time I saw him. It had to have been at his mother's funeral in 1999. We're really close in age so we were inseparable for the longest time. Mom says no one knows where he is anymore.

I used google to search his name and found a picture of him. It's from March. I'm going to cry. I never realized how much I missed him. He's all grown up with facial hair and everything... Apparently he was still really good at basketball. Hey, Tyler. Ty Ty. I miss you.

Just in case you google yourself: this is Rachel, your cousin. You should contact us or Mike or someone. What are you up to? How is everything?

I need to learn how to google bomb.

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angel_bob

:: 2006 13 December :: 10.36pm

First Steve Irwin and now Peter Boyle.

It's a sad year in Celebritytown.

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sugarjackj

:: 2006 13 December :: 5.59pm


*Amazing*



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skife

:: 2006 13 December :: 12.15pm

i'm coming home now, bad stuff happened, not to me, to some of my family.
dont worry about it, just wish me safe luck on driving home.

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m&ms487

:: 2006 12 December :: 6.40pm
:: Mood: accomplished

I cleaned my room today. I took out two bags of trash from my side of the room alone. It was pretty crazy. Well, now I'm all packed up and ready to come home for some holiday fun! Call me, email me, send me poetry, I don't care, but get a hold of me if you want to hang out! I'll be back on Thursday, and then I leave again on January 7th (except this time, Rueben's coming with me!). It's all quite exciting.

I figured out that, if my English exam went well, I'll end up with all A's for the semester. Pretty good, I figured.

Ah, well, I miss you all, and hope to see you soon!

Michelle

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skife

:: 2006 12 December :: 5.25pm

my next class is high-performance welding.

i think i'm liking it.

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m&ms487

:: 2006 12 December :: 12.28pm

Hannah Cotten got in an accident last night...

click here for more

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sugarjackj

:: 2006 12 December :: 2.06am

A question often presented to me, who am an acknowledged authority on the subject is: what makes a person a Sado-Masochist? Sado-Masochism is a complex parapathy, that always manifests obsessive symptoms. There does seem to be a very wide variety of determinants; yet I would vouch that a temperamental tendency, which is as close as we can get to an inborn trait, predisposes one to require, and thus to prefer the power-play of Sado-Masochism in the sexual and affective life, over the gentler forms of love.
"The investigation of the Sado-Masochistic paraphilia is like a journey through the inferno of human brutalities."

(This and all quotes following are from Wilhelm Stekel's work, "Sadism and Masochism".)

Stekel affirms that Sado-Masochism plays a very large part in the structure of every sexual perversion. Therefore it behooves anyone who is possessed of a sexual anomaly to make a study of the Sado-Masochist's especial logic.

The entire emotional life of the Sado-Masochist clusters about a fixed idea. This might be as minute as a word; could manifest as a fixation on a physical type; might stay forever worshipful before a fetish; or will revolve within an elaborate fiction, with multiple characters, specific locations, costuming and dialogue. While this last may impress us as a higher evolution in sexuality, one must remember that such scenarios are fixed, unyielding, and in reality represent a tragic restrictiveness in the emotional life.

The fixed idea of the Sado-Masochist is anchored in early life, in the first relationships of the child. For within the family was that first, specific 'scene' enacted. "The first sin is the incest complex, and hatred towards those nearest one... the specific 'scene' of the sadomasochist is to be understood as a fiction, in which many infantile incidents are condensed to one single scene."

In consequence of the hate-love fixation upon an infantile object, Sado-Masochists are often incapable of deep and abiding love, and are impotent to interact in a flexible, free give-and-take with another person, even should they desire to. Usually the sadomasochism may be linked to a single member of the family who excited the parapathy, but "frequently the entire family is the secret harem of the sadist".

Stekel thinks that this incapacity to feel love - (that submissive, unconditional emotion) - that this 'incommunicado' of body, mind and psyche creates in time physical impotence in the male, and frigidity in the woman. "But where there is some potency, the 'proper orgasm' is lacking." By this he no doubt means the fullest and most gratifying sexual orgasm remains in reserve for the Sado-Masochistic fantasy. "Their highest pleasure is always attained through the autoerotic act - which means only with the aid of the imagined, specific 'scene'."

The creation of the Sado-Masochistic 'scene' is only creative in that the Sado-Masochist has determined not to succumb to his 'normal impotence'; now permits himself the illicit acting-out of the fiction. The fiction itself is determined; it arises from the subconscious with all primordial emotions intact. "The fixation upon an incestuous object is unconscious, and disguised through inversion and displacement." Thus one does not consciously, auto-erotically enjoy one's father, but an image, let us say, of great power and authority, perhaps tall and forbidding, and wearing a certain kind of hat...

The most definitive psychogenesis of Sado-Masochism, according to our Maestro Stekel, is jealousy within the family circle. Jealousy is the wellspring of hatred. "The effect of jealousy cannot be overestimated ... it effects ideas of putting someone out of the way, fantasies of revenge, which are repressed, but which form the nucleus of the masochistic feeling of inferiority. The sadistic and masochistic intertwining fantasies are only variations of these original ideas of revenge."

An unhappy marriage between one's parents is another psychogenesis of sadomasochism. On the one hand an unhappy mother or father may, without reserve, transfer onto the child their unrequited love and need for affection. Into this love will be infused some degree of antipathy towards the other parent, in effect 'demonizing' that sex. On the other hand, active hatred may be projected onto the child, reflecting the hatred towards the spouse. For the child is a fetter, binding one to the despised husband or wife. Such marriages filled with hatred are seed-beds thus, generating forcibly, in the childish mind, archtypical images of evil to whom one is irrevocably bound.

In sadomasochistic men, the faithlessness and/or promiscuity of the mother/mother figure is extremely determining; positing for his sexuality either punishing sadism towards women, or submissive placativeness towards women who do not love him. In sadomasochistic women, again a type of 'Don Juan' character in the father, rake-hellishness and cavalier attitudes will create in the woman a similar punishing persona, or a fixation upon men indifferent to her. How does this occur in the psyche?

"The parent is despised for the promiscuity; the hatred splits off and carries over to the entire sex; then, the sense of guilt and overcompensation result in a deification of the original, dishonored incest object." Deification! So the beloved is a god we worship - or gleefully blaspheme. But never again are we free of that god.

The sexual activities of the parents may as well enliven in the child images of force and terrifying violence. It has been documented that normal sexual intercourse may appear to a child to be an act of violence upon the mother. Arguments and strife, followed by kissing and making-up, also may determine in a child that connection between violence and love.

Stekel also observes that "children will not tolerate parents' interference in their own sexual life." Strict patrolling of a child's onanism, enraged punishments of infantile sexual play "will readily produce an attitude of hatred in the child towards parents." For it is pleasure they are feeling, after all - and who are these people to stop their pleasure? Still, the onus remains, and their pleasure is then intermingled with the idea of a deserved punishment.

Yet none of these demonstrations of the violence inherent in sex and love will determine the creation of a Sado-Masochist, unless "hate is permitted to strike its roots early and deep into the heart of a child." By this might we understand that jealousy in a child should always be assuaged; the sexual life of the parents should remain behind closed doors; and if one is given to arguments, it is better to divorce, than to have the child ruined, as it were, by perverted demonstrations of a spoiled love.

Stekel also illustrates cases of the traumatizing effect, towards the development of Sado-Masochistic obsession, of viewing violent scenes - an objection which we might assuredly understand as pertinent to carry over in our uninhibitedly violent times.

Here is his form of that rule as per the 1800s: "The evil practice of allowing children to look on, when animals are slaughtered; letting them see pictures in illustrated papers which represent brutal scenes - all have a devastating effect upon the child's affective life."

"Fairy tales are frequently the nucleus of a sadomasochistic fantasy." (See his Case #57). "One should refrain from telling children frightful stories, even in fun, or in carrying out sadistically colored play." Yet who has not observed how much children love, and gravitate to, stories of horror, cannibalism, murder, imprisonment and loss? And why are fairy tales themselves so violent? I would venture to say it is because violence is a commonplace in human life...

Punishment by whipping still proves the best method for the development of Sado-Masochism. It is known as 'the English vice', as beatings were (and are) an everyday fact of disciplinary life in the English private schools. Stekel goes to great lengths to quote many classical sources vouching for the usefulness, even the necessity of corporal punishment in the training of children. Indeed, we must agree that to never corporally punish a child is as bad as the improper applications of the same.

As per Menandros, a writer of comedies, circa 300 B.C.: "A person who has not been beaten has not been trained!"

A well-rooted belief amongst the ancient Greeks was that physical pain was the most fitting means for the building of character. We comprehend this well today in the context of athletic training, and in military school discipline. This belief in the morally purifying force of bodily pain was behind the development of the martial state of Sparta, infamous for its practice of eugenics; that is, leaving weakly infants to die in the wilderness. The philosophies of 'the perfect society' are always sadistically tainted. But we must consider it an extremely moral point, that the decadent, intellectual, homosexually-emphasized society of Athens was able to beat down and destroy those stringent Spartans.

Quintillan however denounced sadistic usages in education, making a number of salient points we might further consider. Sadism as an educative tool disgusts him, "First because it is odious and slavish and dishonouring at any age; next, because anyone who is so base that he could not be improved by kindly persuasiveness and affectionate admonition, will also be insensible to blows." This makes a powerful statement for the predeliction as a temperamental condition. Furthermore, "it cannot be stated, without blushing for shame, to what disgusting orgies unworthy persons abuse the right to chastise."

"Beating trains only slavish natures, embitters the child, and destroys his joy in his task."

So we ask again: Who becomes a Sado-Masochist? Anyone whose parents argued? Anyone spanked, whipped, or slapped? Anyone who looked at a fictional scene of murder? Anyone chastised for childish games of 'doctor'? He who loved his furious mother, who stood over him in red high heels ... she who misbehaved so she might lie across her mother's tight-skirted lap? Just about anyone exposed to sights, sounds or thoughts of violence? And therefore, just about anyone?

Recollect again what our revered Doctor has said: Sado-Masochism is not a thing congenitally fated; but it is "a reaction to life that arises when hate is permitted to strike its roots early and deep into the heart of a child."

And who does not harbor that germ of hatred.

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