Rant #2

You need to watch this movie.. EVERYONE needs to watch this movie.

Just don't watch it before an event or time when you need to be positive or upbeat because after watching this movie you'll be so frustrated with how retarded and illogical our government is, you'll be a total buzz-kill for any event.

Some excerpts to get you started:

Marijuana does not kill brain cells. The scientific study everyone in the government uses to back this claim is one in which scientists gave 30 joints a day to a group of monkeys and within 9 months the monkeys had lost a significantly large number of their brain cells. What they don't tell you is that during this study the scientist put masks over the monkey's faces and gave them that 9 months worth of joint smoke in about 3 days. The monkeys' brain cells didn't die from marijuana exposure...they died from lack of oxygen to the brain. The monkeys suffocated to death.

The first law every enacted regarding marijuana was one which required colonists to grow it. This law was enacted because of how useful marijuana was for such a large variety of purposes: paper clothing rope. In fact, the Declaration of Independence (both versions) was written on hemp paper.

The number of deaths per year of tobacco and alcohol (both legal products) is through the roof. I'm not going to quote the numbers for you here because I'd have to go look them up which is dumb when you can just look them up yourself. But it's common knowledge that the numbers are ridiculous. So, it makes sense that the numbers of deaths from something that's illegal, especially something which the purpose for it being illegal is supposedly because it's so BAD for you...something like this must be killing far more Americans than products like alcohol and tobacco which are considered harmless enough to be legalized in comparison with big bad marijuana which isn't. So how many deaths per year IS marijuana accountable for?

NONE.

That's right. Big bad marijuana that is so SO bad for you that it has to be banned from the country to protect you from it's deadly effects, that is so much worse for you than alcohol and tobacco that they are still allowed while it isn't...this terrible drug kills absolutely no one. It has NEVER killed anyone...ever.

"There has never been a documented case of a death attributed solely to Marijuana."

Yet our government continues to make it illegal. Why? Because prosecuting marijuana growers and smokers gives money and job security to cops, lawyers, judges, and even legislators.

Now, just to be clear. I'm not some pot head that just wants to make marijuana easier to get. I've NEVER smoked pot in my life. So, that's not why I'm upset. I'm upset because once upon a time I was on the Speech & Debate team and as a consequence I have become a person who is, out of principal, completely intolerant of statements without supporting facts or arguments and basically anything that just doesn't make sense

AAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!

Okay, I'm done now.

LittleSpastic Out.

Slow day...

Nothing special going on today kids. Work is work and so forth.

I was looking forward to a bit of a special night with my hubby. He's been bothering me for awhile to make him some enchiladas (I make amazing enchiladas according to a large panel of judges) and I've been stressing lately about some paperwork I need to take care of so last night he offered to take care of the paperwork for me so I could come straight home and make enchiladas. Which sounded like a GREAT deal to me! Now, that may not sound like a "special night" to you, but the image in my head was of me doing happy wife-like things in the kitchen and looking over the bar fondly at my darling husband at his desk doing something other than video games... But, alas, I arrived home to find that my darling hubby had spent all night and all morning playing his new video game instead of sleeping and so had just gotten in bed at the time I arrived home from work so looks like I'm all alone this evening..

But we must remember that I am making a distinct effort as of late to keep my mind on the sunny side of the omelet, so all is well ^.^

LittleSpastic Out.

Consumerism for the win!

So I added a nifty little feature to my blog...just in case anyone ever reads it -.-' 

It's called Amazon Associates and it lets me add to my posts a spiffy little link that leads to products on Amazon that I think you little darlings might be interested in.

Well I don't know about you but this excites me just a teensy bit. Hence I just couldn't WAIT to try it out. 

So here goes my first ever angst-tastic rant on this virginal new blog of mine. Though trust me many more rants on things that grind my gears will most likely follow in the future. 

Twilight, Eclipse, Breaking Dawn, Edward, Bella, Jacob.

!@#!$%@%$^#%^%$&^&^%^#%@#$!#@%!#%$!^!#$!#$~#$$!%$^@%@#%!!!!!!!!!!!!

...is all I have to say to that. The movies? Crap. The merchandise? Double crap. The screaming fan girls with their "Team Edward" and "Team Jacob" t-shirts? Oh please just kill me...

But that's not what grinds my gears. What really just makes me want to stab someone is that Stephanie Meyer is a good author. I mean, an AMAZING author. The Twilight series is a terrible storyline written for shallow middle school girls that will grow up to be fat and toothless, married to the alcoholic ex-quarterback with the beer gut. But her writing style is solid. Not just solid, it's absolutely addicting. Like the most expensive rich chocolate truffle ever made. I hated the Twilight story line, but that didn't stop me from losing sleep for weeks because I couldn't put the damn things down.

Now here's where it gets good. Stephenie Meyer wrote another book after the Twilight series. It's called The Host. And it's got twice as much of the rich delicious style the Twilight series packed into a yummy little sparkle package designed for someone with brain enough to know true art from mindless fluff. This story is FANTASTIC! It has everything: romance, intrigue, action, mystery, plot twists, and lots of good deep philosophical stuff that makes you question your own humanity. 

This book is, in a word: Art.  

Friggin read it. Just don't blame me for the temporary insomnia that ensues.

LittleSpastic Out.

Good Morning Sunshine!

UP Day.

Started the morning with a mild panic attack when I couldn't find my military ID. Article of uber-level importance for those of you who don't know. After several frenzied runs up and down 3 flights of stairs, I finally found it just in time.  After that little adrenaline rush I found my self feeling oddly refreshed upon arriving at work. I greeted all my co-workers with a nice bright smile and a hearty "Good morning sunshine!"

Later I had a slight hang-up when my husband transfered all our money from one account to another without letting me know right before I was supposed to buy lunch for a friend I owed. Not cool... But he fixed it nice and expedient-like and I spent the rest of the day in side-splitting giggles with my friends and making bomb progress on my work load. Then I came home to my husband's warm snuggly embrace and we went out to do a little shopping and cash some nice checks so maybe I can buy a few of the things on my ridiculously long list of needed things.

Finally starting to see some sparkles again after a couple distinctly non-sparkly months. Now I just need for my darling hubby to get a job and the sparkles will start multiplying like horny little easter bunnies....

LittleSpastic Out.

Recent Events

So I was hoping to start writing in this blog a little earlier.  As it is things have happened in recent past that would have been perfect to enter in here, so I feel the need to fill you in.

A) My darling husband changed his mind at the last minute about joining the police force and decided to get some schooling instead. There goes that extra paycheck I was hoping for. At least he's not planning on going back to being a mooching couch potato...that I know of.

B) This last weekend I was supposed to be marching in a parade with my fellow armed forces members. It was looking to be super fun. We had a kick ass float with the military band on top cranking out some wicked rockin tunes. I was really looking forward to it. I even volunteered to carry a huge backpack full of water bottles for my compatriots. This meant I had to wear a different uniform than my fellows since the uniform they were wearing doesn't allow for the carrying of over-sized packs. That was cool with me..I liked the other uniform better anyway. So I was having a great time handing out water and chilling with my pals when I get news that some higher-up with his panties all in a bunch doesn't want anyone with a different uniform in the parade. Pay no attention to the fact that it was by HIS order that I was wearing that uniform in the first place...

Anyway, so I got tossed to the curb like a sack of moldy potatoes...and while all my buen amigos got to have a rave party down main street with sick music, while they had old ladies running up to hug them and little kids looking at them like they were super heroes...while all that was going on I got to stand in creep-tastic dark alley with homeless people, gang bangers, and raging drunks, just waiting to be raped or stabbed, hoping that one of my superiors remembered to come back and pick me up.

C) A couple months ago my computer broke. So I bought my husband a brand spanking new super comp. for him to play video games on like a pro and in return he gave me his old one which was basically new and worked great...at least until he gave it to me. The day my darling hubby got his new computer he also bought a new antivirus and installed it on both computers. That afternoon I sat down, fairly quivering with excitement at the opportunity to have my own computer again. I turned it on...clicked on the internet icon...and the son of a bitch froze up on me. Now it freezes up every 15 seconds every time I turn it on, hardly works at all.

There. Now you're all updated.

LittleSpastic Out.

Introduction.

I'm 20...and I'm married.
I'm a hippy...and I'm in the military.
I'm a Californian...living in Texas.
I'm a registered genius...and the stupidest ditz you'll ever meet.
I'm a nature lover...who never seems to get around to spending much time in nature.
I'm an artist...who hasn't made anything artistic in months.
I'm a writer...who never writes.

My life is chaos and my entire existence seems to be consistently at odds with itself. The only thing I can think of to make my world make sense and my life seem to have a purpose is if I write about it all and at least get some recognition for all the crazy unexplainable shite that happens to me.

Enjoy! ^.^

LittleSpastic Out.