OBAMA HAS SIGNED THE NDAA INTO LAW!!!! This means that the government can now detain and torture you without a fair trial. This is completely unconstitutional! PLEASE spread the word!! Let everyone know about this!
http://www.whitehouse.gov/the-press-office/2011/12/31/statement-president-hr-1540
Leaving the country now
Brb. Packing my bags.
Love Lost
This is a poem about love
Not the kind in movies
That make you want to hurl
The kind you find in a person
You tell everything
Always easy
Then something
Interferance
Choppy understanding
What did I do?
Snapped at
Clawed at
Drowning me in your words of discouragement
I need to get out
But I just keep getting sucked deeper
and deeper
and deeper
Into what you call “honesty”
Inseparable isn’t possible when there is already a separation 
Untitled
The more it hearts
They less I try
The less I conquer
The more I cry
It isn’t easy being tortured
It’s hard to stand
Easily against a wall
Of reprimand
I look into the mirror
And I see only eyes
That yearn for love
But it’s just a disguise
I wear it with that smile
Though it is white
And shines with ardor
My tongue is wound up tight
I want to say what I feel
Scream what I want
Say what I need
But I shan’t
The days fly by and all I can think
Is that somewhere I went wrong
Was it me?
Will I move along?
Who’s to say
Tomorrow won’t be the day
When everything goes away
And I won’t stray
From the path of array
That I am on today
Not just a cliche
To pay attention to the replay
And know my charade
Is over
I hate these…but unfortunately i’m uber superstitious…
They hurt her.
After lunch, her teacher announced that the school was holding a fire drill. When the alarm sounded, Carmen and the other students filed out of the classroom and assembled in the yard outside. As the teachers read out the roll call, the gang of five girls decided that this was a great opportunity to embarrass Carmen in front of the whole school during the fire drill. They moved over to where Carmen was standing, near a sewer drain, and began crowding the poorgirl, getting in her face and nudging her towards the open manhole.
They pushed her and she tripped over and fell head-first down the manhole. When they saw her falling, the girls started giggling and when Carmen’s name was called out, they shouted “She’s down in the sewer!”
All of the other students began laughing. But when the teachers looked down the manhole and saw Carmen’s body lying at the bottom in the muck and the poop, the laughter abruptly stopped. Her head was twisted around at an odd angle and her face was covered in blood. Worse still, she wasn’t moving. There was nothing any of the teachers could do for her. Carmen was dead. When the police arrived and went down into the sewer, they determined that she had broken her neck. Her face had been torn off when she hit the ladder on the way down and her neck snapped when she landed on her head on the concrete at the bottom.
The police hauled Carmen’s body out of the sewer and sent her to the mortuary. Everyone had to stay behind after school while the police questioned all of Carmen’s classmates. The five girlslied to the police, saying they had witnessed Carmen falling down the sewer. The police believed the girls and Carmen Winstead’s death was ruled an accident and the case was closed. Everyone thought that was the last they would hear of Carmen Winstead, but they were wrong.
Months later, Carmen’s classmates began receiving strange e-mails on their MySpaces. The e-mails were titled “They Pushed Her” and claimed that Carmen hadn’t really fallen down the sewer, she had been pushed. The e-mails also warned that the guilty people should own up and take responsibility for their crime. If they didn’t there would be horrible consequences. Most people dismissed the e-mails as a hoax, but others were not so sure.
A few days later, one of the girls who pushed Carmen down the sewer was at home taking a shower, when she heard a strange cackling laugh. It seemed to be coming from the drain. The girl started to freak out and ran out of the bathroom. That night, the girl said goodnight to her mom and went to sleep. Five hours later, her mom was awoken in the middle of the night, by a loudnoise that resounded throughout the house. She ran into her daughter’s room, only to find it empty. There was no trace of the girl. The worried mother called the police and when they arrived, they conducted a search of the area. Eventually, they discovered the girl’s grisly remains.
Her corpse was lying in the sewer, covered in muck and poop. Her neck was broken and her face missing. It had been completely torn off. One by one, all of the girls who pushed Carmen that day were found dead. They had all been killed in exactly the same way and were all found at exactly the same spot. In the sewer at the bottom of the same uncovered manhole where Carmen had met her doom. But the killing didn’t stop there. More and more of Carmen’s former classmates were found dead. It seemed that anyone who didn’t believe that Carmen had been pushed, was eventually found down in the sewer with their necks broken and their faces torn off.
They say that Carmen’s ghost is still on the rampage, hunting down anyone who doesn’t believe herstory. According to the legend, Carmen will get you, whetherit’s from a toilet, a shower, a sink or a drain. When you go to sleep, you’ll wake up in the sewer, in complete darkness, paralyzed, unable to move, hearing cackling laughter all around you. Then, as you scream in horror, Carmen will come and tear your face off.
So be careful who you bully, because you just might find yourself on the receiving end of the curse of Carmen Winstead.
FACT: About two months later, 16-year-old David Gregory read this post and didn’t repost it. When he went to take a shower, he heard laughter, started freaking out, and ran to his computer to repost it. He said goodnight to his mom and went to sleep, but five hours later, his mom woke up in the middle of the night from a loud noise and David was gone. A few hours later, the police found him in the sewer, with a broken neck and the skin on his face peeled off.
Even Google her name - you’ll find this to be true.
If you don’t repost this saying “They hurt her,” then Carmen will get you, either from a sewer, the toilet, the shower
Blueberry Sherbet
Ingredients
- 2 pints of blueberries, rinsed
- 1/2 – 3/4 cup light agave nectar ( I went with ¾ cup given that ½ cup wasn’t as sweet as I would like)
- 1/2 tsp. vanilla extract (optional, but kinda recommended)
- 1 tsp. freshly squeezed lemon juice
- 1 tsp vodka (or any booze you have lying around)
- 1 cup heavy cream (or almond milk if going the vegan route)
- Pinch of salt
Instructions
- Place the blueberries in a small sauce pan. Pour the agave nectar, pinch of salt, and vanilla extract, if using. Stir and place the blueberry mixture on the stove and bring to a simmer over very low heat. Cook until the blueberries soften, about 15-20 minutes.
- Stir in the lemon juice and vodka and allow to cool completely.
- If you wish, puree the blueberries and their liquid in a blender or food processor until smooth, then press the mixture through a strainer to remove the fruit pulp**. Transfer the pureed mixture to an airtight sealed container and chill the mixture thoroughly, preferably overnight.
- When the mixture is thoroughly chilled, fold in the heavy cream, and then freeze in your ice-cream making according to the manufacturer’s instructions. This makes a quart of sherbet – And should last in an airtight sealed container for about a week. That’s if it makes it that long.
- ** I wanted whole blueberries in my sherbet, so I didn’t puree the mixture. I just strained it a bit and added blueberries that remained whole.
Happy Ending
The sting of a blade
As his smile grows
Ifall to the ground
As the day unfolds
Sunbeams shining on my face
This stranger’s features seem displaced
Blinded by this orb of light
I look down to see a mangled sight
Blood on hands
Hands of mine
My mind races
Slowing time
Ticking on
The man is long g o n e
Broken bones
I’m all a l o n e
Darkness crowds this hole I’m in
Weaving through me like a sewing pin
Poking and prodding at my soul
Broken and crushed like my bleeding skull
I try to yell
But no one hears
The girl slowly dying
Trapped in her fear
