I updated my fave gallery. Meaning, I spent an hour and a half turning it into something that's organized, with folders. You should check it out. Everything in there is quality, top notch. And besides, maybe something YOU did is in there. o_O Go for it NOW!

I organized my gallery, with pretty folders. There are three of them. You should go check them out. You might find a picture that you missed, and then put it in your fave gallery, or better, email it to all your friends so they can put it in THEIR fave galleries too.

Yeh I just finished anuzzer part of my werewuffles story Sons of Earth and MOon. If you want to read it, email me (preferably) or note me, but also [this is important] MAKE SURE YOU TELL ME WHERE YOU LEFT OFF!!! Because everyone is on different parts and this is the place where you all catch up and sing kumbaya together (okay, maybe not that) but the point is that I don't remember where you left off so you have to tell me.

It is weird but cool.

And in other news, I have to rebel against something for English. Yay! My teacher assigned this big ass project and it's due in two weeks, which sucks because that's not enough time, but he doesn't care. And if I'm typing with bad grammar right now that's only because I spent about three hours typing REALLY REALLY WELL on my werewolf story. (Technically it should be werwulf because that's cooler and Slavic looking, which is kinda where the myth came from, but it also looks weird).

If you guys know any good piano artists, let me know.

This journal is to mourn the death of a good friend we all used to know, whose name was Common Sense.*

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, “Common Sense,” who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:



- knowing when to come in out of the rain;

- the early bird gets the worm;

- life isn’t always fair; and

- maybe it was my fault.



Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don’t spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).


His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.


Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.


It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student, but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.


Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses and criminals received better treatment than their victims.


Common Sense took a beating when you couldn’t defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.


Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, “Truth” and “Trust,” by his wife, “Discretion,” by his daughter, “Responsibility,” and by his son, “Reason.”


He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers – “I Know My Rights,” “I Want It Now,” “Someone Else Is To Blame,” and “I’m A Victim.”


Not many attended his funeral, because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.


*[Shamelessly ripped from someone else's journal, who shamelessly ripped it from somewhere else on the Internet]


IN OTHER NEWS!!!!! There was an earthquake when I was doing my AP Bio homework and it was fun (the Earthquake, not the homework). It was a pleasant surprise. But of course, this is California and sometimes you just have to expect that sort of thing. AND!!! It rained a LOT today! First storm since the summer passed. Which, when you combine that with the Earthquake that just happened, makes today a Damn Special Day.

That is all.

Usually I think stamps are okay. They're like bumper stickers. Some of them are fun to look at, and you can tell who the crazy people are by counting how many they have. If they've got more than 8 or so on their homepage, they're probably a nutjob. THey're like a barometer for craziness. Stamps and me = <3

However, I do not like stamps that imply you have a prejudice of some sort, because this is basically a device that allows the stamp owner to passively insult you. Recently I saw an animated stamp that said something along the lines of "Hi, I'm German and I'm not a Nazi, sorry for ruining your prejudice." See, the thing is, I am also German (like 1/4 or some other small bit). And seeing that stamp made me feel sad and angry, because not only did it imply that I had a prejudice against other Germans (which would be ridiculous), it implied that many other people did as well, and worse, that maybe it is only a MINORITY of Germans that are not Nazis, and that most of the time that sort of prejudice is okay to have. This was that stamp: [link]

I'm a blond white guy! I'm not supposed to be the target of implied prejudices!

I think I need Doctor Phil. D:


In other news, I currently have 6433 pageviews. I think this is cool. But I think it would be even cooler if I had 6666 pageviews. I might do something special for the person that gets a screenshot of 6666 pageviews. If that fails, get a screenshot of 7000, or even 6969. Because that would be funny in a highly immature way.