Legally Blind...not blonde...

So I'm thinking that at the current rate I'm going, my eyes won't work by the time I'm 25 or so. Having my eyes 2 feet away from a computer screen for around 3 hours a day at the least, surely cannot be healthy for ones optic nerve assembly, no? Also factor in the averaged 5-6 hours of sleep nightly (not counting Friday nights when i go to sleep early), and the extreme of extreme tropical climate in which i live. I also don't wear my glasses as much as I should I'm sure, so my eyes surely aren't "breathing" like they should be but I'm a good kid I don't sleep in my contacts like the other 2 contact lens wearing members of my family.

Due to lack of stimulating activities, and the fact that my computer is an absolute necessity in daily life, yea, I spend way too long frying my eyes by staring at the screen with my bad posture (I'm thinking of looking at getting one of those 'kneeling' chair things that your weight is balanced between your pelvis and knees so it somehow makes you have good posture...wha..i don't know but i saw one once and i swear it looked totally cool.) , and considering that my eyes are always stinging during this, that just might be a bad sign.
So you know how they say teenagers need like 9-10 hours of un-interrupted sleep per night, and blah blah blah? I really can't see how that is possible, unless each child was a super genius with powers of supreme speed. If we sleep 10 hours, then we spend 8 hours at school, then half an hour to an hour in transit to/from school, then 45 minutes eating during the day (15 minutes per meal), the other 15 minutes of that meal-hour spent doing all the pre-sleep things, and then this leaves only 4 more hours. this would exclude another hour forjust general mucking around (a teenager who spends only ONE hour a day mucking around? Gawd, who IS that kid, can I meet him?), and oh say another 20 minutes just for kicks of getting dressed, then after that you only have 2 hours and 40 minutes. If a teenager can do all their homework AND all the other things teenagers do (i.e. watch useless shit on tv, glue our eyes to computers, work at jobs to earn money, etc.), then honestly, I reckon they must be some kinda not human. If I did that, hoenstly, I don't think I'd have enough NON-sleep time to do enough things to spend enough energy that I'd be able to fall asleep again come the next sleep session. Oh wait and I forgot taking a shower. Factor that in as half an hour a day. Must be all those damned home-schooled goody-two-shoes kids whose parents educate them with Bob Jones University Press curriculum and run them like slaves. I've known too many of them. Have you seen them? On Wifeswap (ha. go figure. when i went and just type wifeswap.com in the address bar, i got a load of sites for community swingers. good stuff, swingers) ? Huh? Have You? It's not staged!!! They're freaks I tell you, FREAKS!!

failproof way of getting yourself out of praying for dinner, every time your uber-christian missionary parents ask: say "That would be a REALLY bad idea."
"Why?"
"Because, if I prayed, it would only float up to the ceiling REALLY slowly, then rocket-fire downd through the ground and go absolutely nowhere, so then we'd all choke and die because of that."

Garunteed.

A Few Reasons Why I Find My Mother Hilarious

3 songs one the radio which actually cause her to TURN THE VOLUME UP:
Lonely - Akon
Welcome To My Life - Simple Plan
Untitled - Simple Plan

The other day while driving around, too, she upped the sound on "Right Here Waiting For You", you know that love song...yea. But otherwise, NO RADIO WHILE DRIVING. BAD.

Then, today, when she decided to take over grade 11 Bible class, the discussion was on Success (and so was English class, too, I swear those things are so rigged.). She was asking us to give names of a few successful people, and give a reason why they were famous. After Cathy said "Donald Trump, he has buildings named after him.", Amay raises her hand and goes "Fifty Cent......?"
My Mom: "Huh?"
Amay: "Fifty Cent."
My Mom: "Okaaay, but...what's fifty cents got to do with anything?"
(and the whole class burst out laughing and the baby-boom generation)
Amay: " Fifty Cent, he's a singer."
My Mom: "Oh...Okay. Then what makes a singer successful?"

And the discussion went on from there, until the time when apparantly we weren't speaking loudly enough so my mother decided it was imperative that she demonstrate how loudly she meant when she said "I want you to say this line, all of you, loud enough so that the people on the rugby field can hear you!", and she then proceeded to do just that. I don't think I've ever heard a sound quite like that, and I couldn't say what THAT is, because it's indescribable, come to think of it. Just picture my mother, if you know her, picture her personality, and then imagine her demonstrating loud screaming to a group of very timid teenagers. Yea. Enough said.

Did I mention she was really hyper, too? Uh huh. Yes, my mother was hyper. It started the night before when we'd gone out for Chinese to celebrate her finishing her degree in Educational Administration from University of Pheonix Online. She was twirling her chopsticks around her head and laughing and talking an uncharacteristical amount, as well as other strange behaviours. LeeAnne and myself were frightened, to say the least.

"Changes, that's just the way it is...things will never be the same..." - Changes, by Tupac Shakur

Two days ago a ginourmous change occurred in my life. One that will change and mould my future in this world. My future physical health as well as mental, my social habits and tastes as well as the path I shall choose to take to venture into the world when it comes due time. For the last 3 months I'd been giving it a thought during a spare few minutes here or there. But nothing was ever decided for sure, because it was still so far away (and yet so close I could tripped over it while staring at my feet). It was just like a fantasy thought of a holiday in a far away place... close enough to be a tangible thought, although the thought of it actually taking place is ludicrous. You sit around and think of all the wonderful things that would happen to you, spending countless hours doing this becaues you can safely dwell on it without it becoming a reality. And as usual, when you sit around thinking of all the wonderful things that could take place, you either forget or just plain ignore those horrible things which could also happen. But when this fanciful fantasy DOES come true, to your horror, you screetch to a halt with all things floaty and wonderful, and instead all things evil and dark and mortifying run in faster than any analogy I can currently think of. When someone told me this shattering news, it kept and still does torment me, drowning my ears and my mind, holding on and sucking all the life-force out of me. There are people who I want to tell, but I don't for fear that they won't care.
Now, I think I may have an inkling of how those people feel when diagnosed with a termincal illness in movies and are only given 2 months to live. That is exactly how my life feels, albeit there's no terminal illness involved (knock wood). I want to run everywhere and do everything and talk to everyone I never got hte chance to. I want to experience the things I will never be able to do again. I want to go to the places I've heard so much about but was never able to do. I wish that I could say the things I long to without being laughed at, as it would be my last chance to share a phenomenal gift and bond. And something I want to do most of all, is tell people how I care about them and share my thoughts and feelings with them, because either they've forgotten or they don't care.
What would you do if you only had 2 months to live...PLEASE, people, leave comments this time. Even if you are someone new or old or just passing through, take 5 minutes and share your thoughts, because I'm much interested in your feedback.

Illegal 3rd World Import/Exports, Inc.

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So, a couple weekends ago I was at this second-hand shop looking for something, and came across this. An enticing little red box with gold trim...Hmm....good things come in small packages. So I picked it up; Lo & Behold.....IVORY NAPKIN HOLDERS! What? Can this possibly be right? After holding a few of them in my hand and noticing the unusual colouring and inner textures (as seen in picture no. 4), I concluded that this must be genuine. So, for only K5.00 (convert to US Dollar, I'd say it came to roughly $2 - $2.50...), I decided it's worth it. I still believe, after 2 weeks of ownership, that it's real. If not, no biggie ($2.50, remember?). I think I'll mail it to myself via Slow Boat, to excape those damned X-Ray machines, and then take it to an appraisal service and see if I've actually got anything.
What do you reckon....... (The pictures woulda been better, 'cept MY DIGICAM IS SHIT.)