Memoirs of a Lulu :D

Why, God?

2008-07-22T14:19:00.001-04:00

http://youtube.com/watch?v=KUzNcheoY6U&feature=related

2008-07-18T13:58:00.001-04:00

Parents can be sick twisted people. I'm not talking about mine. I like my parents. They work hard so that me and my brothers have a home and clothes and food and go to a great school. We all have gotten good educations and such. I love my parents, I might not get along with them (ever), but that is much much much better than what I've seen and heard in other families. Parents who leave their children unprotected to fight for themselves, drug addicts, prostitution? And abuse. Abuse makes me so fucking angry that I cannot see straight. I've been through verbal abuse for eight years- it's tough. But for people who go through physical abuse, I feel so absolutely heartbroken. It's terrible. You made this being, brought this beautiful human into this demented, terrible world and you make it worse for them by abusing them? You fucks! Have YOU not seen what is around you? People get murdered and raped and robbed every fucking day! And you selfish bastards are hitting or sexually harrassing CHILDREN. CHILDREN, GODDAMMIT!!!!! How sick is that?!?!?! Children are the future of this EARTH. You shouldn't lay a hand on innocent little kids. That pisses me off so badly. Seriously, abuse is the only reason I wouldn't want to have children- Why would I want to bring a child into a world where they will experience sick fucks who wouldn't think twice about hurting them? If I ever have a child, I will probably want to shield them from the world (even though you cannot) because I wouldn't ever want them to feel an ounce of pain...but the other part of me wants them to understand it and try to stop it. So how could anyone CAUSE a child pain? That is so wrong. So so so so wrong.

Three days is a long time to have a dresden dolls song stuck in your head.

2008-07-18T13:35:00.003-04:00

Missed Me
missed me missed me now you've got to kiss me!

if you kiss me mister i might tell my sister

if i tell her mister she might tell my mother and my mother, mister,

just might tell my father and my father

mister he won't be too happy and he'll have his lawyer

come up from the city and arrest you mister so i wouldnt miss me if you get me, mister, see?
missed me missed me now you've got to kiss me

if you kiss me mister you must think im pretty

if you think so mister you must want to fuck me

if you fuck me mister it must mean you love me

if you love me mister you would never leave me

it's as simple as can be!
missed me missed me now you've got to kiss me

if you miss me mister why do you keep leaving

if you trick me mister i will make you suffer

and they'll get you mister put you in the slammer and forget you mister

then i think you'll miss me won't you miss me won't you miss me??
missed me missed me now you've got to kiss me

if you kiss me mister take responsibility

i'm fragile mister just like any girl would be

and so misunderstood (so treat me delicately!)
missed me missed me now you've gone and done it

hope you're happy in the county penitentiary

it serves you right for kissing little girls but i will visit if you miss me

do you miss me? MISS ME??

how's the food they feed you??

do you miss me?

will you kiss me through the window?

do you MISS ME? MISS ME??!!

will they ever let you go???

I miss my mister so!!!!

And my mother, mister, she won't be to happy.

2008-07-17T13:59:00.001-04:00

If you kiss me, mister, you must think I'm Pre-tty.

2008-07-17T13:27:00.000-04:00

So, summer school is almost over, the "hardcore" show I'm cohosting is basically all planned and I've been booking bands left and right and then I realize "Holy SHIT! I need to pay these people!" Which means that we'll have to make people pay five bucks to get in. Which also means that we have to find a money person who is trustworthy and good at basic math. We're so screwed. Evie is at the beach, so I kinda feel like I have to make all of these decisions by myself, and I've had to deal with all of the band members being impatient etc. They're divas. Seriously, lead singers should be locked in a box. In almost all of these conversations (with the exception of Steve from the desecration sanctuary, but that's cause he isn't a 16 year old boy with no patience), I've had a serious urge to just ask to speak with the freakin drummer. .:Sigh:. It will all be worth it in the end, hopefully. You know what helps? Do the robot to "Coin-Operated Boy" by the Dresden Dolls, drink tea, and scream at cars.

It helps fo reals, yo.

ABBA just needs to stop it....

2008-03-30T11:20:00.001-04:00

All morning I've had "The winner takes it all" Stuck in my head.
You have no idea how annoying it is. Especially because they sound British. But they aren't. They're from Stockholm!!! >:( But I find this kinda funny: Agnetha Faltskog is ONE LETTER AWAY from being a jawless fish. :) Now, I'm not saying I have a problem with ABBA or with Sweden (or it's people....although I really do). It's jus that at ten in the morning, that song is ridiculously annoying.
Anyways. "Dude, where's my ice?!"= Ashton Kutcher in a ridiculous Polar Bear suit. Yells "Dude where's my ice?" End of movie. Brilliant...and totally not though up by me :( I did think of the name and having that as his only line, however :)

The meaning of life is NOT 42, dammit!

2008-01-20T14:18:00.000-05:00

So anyways, last time I spoke with Tyler's father, I had this huge argument with him over what exactly the meaning of life was, and Tyler pipes in with "42 is the meaning of life!" And his father and I turned on the poor child. So, last night I went to his house and we CONTINUED this argument. Guess who won?

Oh yes.
It was
...not me. :(
But I STOLE HIS SHIRT!!!!!!!! xD
No, there is not a point to this blog, just felt the need to add something.

Woahahhahaha

2007-12-27T16:49:00.000-05:00

This is a blog entry that i can't put on here for some reason...so please click on this link to be redirected to my latest blog entry
don't click this link...

We're just too cool for traditional animals.

2007-12-24T16:50:00.000-05:00

Me+ Martin+Ten minutes of talking about Flipper ze dolphin=

Yes, these are actual mountain dolphins. They are finally in their natural habitat. (I colored them pink!!)

Ahh norwegians...with their tit-machines and slutts.

2007-12-24T15:53:00.000-05:00

This is actually pretty cool.

God Bless Us, Every One.

2007-12-24T15:28:00.001-05:00

Well, it's officially Christmas Eve. My brother has Black Adder down pat and so we don't actually have to watch it AGAIN this year. But as per tradition, Here's the Christmas menu:
"'Scetti on Toast"- a wonderfully delightful mixture of spagetti-o's on overly toasted white bread with lots of margarine. Oh yes. Gotta love tradition.
OH, and Martinellis. "Finest sparkling apple cider in creation." Martin Patrick-regular christmas dinner attendant....also my brother (i'd put "lol", but because I didn't actually Laugh out Loud, i'm not allowed).
My other blog (lulusbloggert.blogspot.com) is now officially dead to me. So this is my new one... Hopefully one day the owners of Blogspot will return my prodigal blog to me...that'll be the day *sniffle* (i DID actually sniffle here...Yes Julia, my brother is commenting on every "action" i put on here haaha)
Okaaay. Blog=Christened.
It's officially just as catholic as me....wait.....errrrr.......Maybe it should just be atheist, to cause less problems. It also has liberal political views, In case you wanted to know.