Joke of the day *Dirty!!!! Offensive Materal*

Lolz this isn't really mine, but here goes...

An English man was taking a holiday in France. One day he went to a clothing optional beach. And there was a beautiful blond woman swimming in the ocean. Suddenly, she started to drown. The English man went out to save her, but alas to was too late... He laid her out on the beach and ran to inform the lifeguard. When he returned he saw a French man humping the corpse. The English man ran up and said,
"Sir, Sir, do you know your fucking a corpse?"

The French man jumped up and said,
"Sacre bleu! I thought she was an American!!"

Review: Van Cleef & Arples Bois D'Iris

(Woman's)(Floral)I was recommended this from Katie Puckrik, when I asked her to recommend me an Iris and Ambergris fragrance. She recommended that I look it up on Luckyscents.com, I did and thought it sounded right up my ally! The top notes are of pine and cider, at least that's what I'm getting. Then the mellow, powdery iris kicks in, this iris is a little more flowery than I usually like, but is nonetheless appealing. The salt of the ambergris is what really makes this perfume for me, it turns it into a pleasant incense. Out of ten I give this fragrance an 8!

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Its been about a week...

I haven't posted anything in a while. I don't think I will for a while either. Schools going well, but the days are blurring into one again, so I'm taking a break. I'm tired of being tired. I'm listless, lethargic, confused. I still haven't gotten a job, which I feel down about. I'm not getting kicked out again, yet. I haven't been felling well either, my stomach hurts, I'm nauseated most of the time, I've also had a lot of mucus and soreness in my throat. Its been like this for about two weeks, I don't know whats going on. I almost had a panic attack today for no apparent reason, smoking a cigar helped. The day before I had had the worst pain I've had in weeks, I'm not on my period, nor am I ovulating, so I can't explain it. I only have one vicodine left, so I'm trying to save it. I've bought some new perfumes, they'll be here soon. I'll do a review of them when they come. Momo's doing well. I really want to take her to the vet for a check up, but can't afford to. I can't afford to go to a doctor either, so I guess we're even. I keep having boughs of aggression. All of a sudden, out of no where, I get so angry, so frustrated, I just want to beat someone!!!

School Girls/Guys

Okay so there's been this trend going around the YouTube community about mean girls and guys. Bullying in General, pretty much. I just have to address this... These girls on youtube are beautiful, capable, young women, and they're cases are a dime a dozen and aren't even that bad... Its not like they're getting picked on everyday, its not their whole school that's against them, they have good home lives, parents that care... ect And its really pissing me off that they think they have a bad life, just because of one incident...

Okay here's My Story...
All through elementary school, through middle school, up until I changed schools at the beginning of high school. I was harassed, by my whole grade and even people in other grades...Now I wasn't Just 'picked on' I was harassed. Everyday... I hated school and the people around me. I didn't really have any friends. People would throw things at me, they would push me, trip me, kick me, ect.... They would verbally harass me... Spiritually Harass me.... and no one would do anything about it. It was literally me against my whole world... I don't use THE because it wasn't THE WHOLE World.. just my world and what surrounded me on a daily bases....

For the longest time I couldn't figure out what was WRONG with me. Why people didn't like me, no matter what I did or didn't do. Even some teachers were against me, they would urge the other kids to harass me... no joke.... I didn't trust anyone. I HATED myself... I HATED everyone... For the longest time I was lost inside myself... Lost in the darkness of my mind, lost in despair and anger and hate. That's all I saw for the longest time. My self worth, back then, was all about other people. I wanted revenge.. this is what I LIVED For...

I black out. I tend to bottle things up, my emotions I mean. If I get too angry/upset; I loose it. I loose whatever control I have over myself and the primal part of my brain takes over.... I shut down... I truly believe I could kill someone in that state... and that scares me... SO MUCH. I'm terrified of myself, of loosing control. What's worse is that I don't even remember it... what happens... ect

By the end of my 8th grade year, I had more friends, I was so desperate to get out of that situation... I was so hopeless, confused, jaded, angry.... I almost couldn't function.... I was having panic attacks almost every day. At home thankfully, but still.... I almost did at school one day... and it was my fear that stopped it... By then I knew I had to get away from those kids. I had to get out of that situation... or someone was going to die. That's how it was.

So I went to Yampah Mountain High School, which was a lot better. I loved my first year there and I found a lot of people that I like and care about... And I know without Yampah I probably wouldn't have graduated from high school... But now its going to hell, and I'm glad I'm not there. I'm glad I don't have to watch the place that saved me fall apart.

Vacation

On my seventeenth birthday, my boyfriend’s family and I went on a cruise to the Caribbean. We boarded in Florida and had four destinations: San Juan, Puerto Rico; St. Tomas, U.S. Virgin Islands; Sint Maartin – Saint Martin, Dutch and French Virgin Islands; and Labadee, Haiti. The difference between Saint Martin and Sint Maartin is that France owns part of the island and the Netherlands Antilles owns the rest, though this has now changed. It was in Sint Maartin where I had my frightening encounter.
First of all, we docked on the Dutch side and from there went on our assigned tour. The one we went on was the Island tour of local artists. This tour was mainly on the French side, so we didn’t get much interaction with the Dutch side until later in the day. The French side is renowned for ‘clothing optional’ beaches, shopping, and food, while the Dutch side is known for casinos, jewelry, and strong drinks made from rum or guava berry liquor. I remember the French side being formal in behavior, whereas most of what I remember about the Dutch side is sex. The first thing we saw when we got off the tour bus on the Dutch side was an adult toy store. These began to show up everywhere, even less than a half of a mile from a school.
In addition to the astonishing amount of adult shops, there were also a lot of people hitting on tourists, myself included. I was alone at this point, because my boyfriend had gone to the beach, and his family had gone shopping. So I was exploring the city and looking for free jewelry, which was everywhere since Sint Maartin is known partially for jewelry. Stores actually hand out free sample fliers just to get tourists in their stores. I have trouble acknowledging compliments, and it really scares me to be hit on, even if I know the person it bothers me. So here I was seventeen, in a foreign place, and completely alone, but it was when I was coming back to the cruise ship that I really started to become scared. I was just walking down the streets along with all of the other tourists when I was approached by a strange man standing in an alley. At first I thought that he was stopping me because I had dropped something, which I had, so I picked up what I had dropped, thanked him, and continued walking.
It was then that he stopped me again and started hitting on me, which I respectfully declined. It was then that he asked me my age, to which I replied,
“I’m only seventeen, sorry.”
“Hey! It’s no problem; you’re on the Dutch side!” was his reply.
He held me in conversation for another twenty minutes before I was finally able to make it clear to him that I wasn’t interested and I wasn’t going to sleep with him. Now I don’t know if this man was a prostitute or if he was just looking for someone to “keep him company”. I wasn’t even wearing revealing clothing, like the other tourists, because I didn’t want to get sunburned. In fact, the only skin I was showing was my face and my hands. So I don’t really know why I was being stopped so frequently, but after I got away from the strange man, people kept stopping me, both men and women telling me that I was sexy and I was really getting scared. It was only when I met up with my boyfriend that I even remotely began to feel safer.

When I was seven...

I've always had a problems with my ears, ever since I came to this country. I don't really know what it is, maybe the climate. None of my doctors could really figure it out either. I've had so many ear infections... its ridiculous. I lost count at about 50... this was when I was late in my 7th year.... This is pretty much how the first half of my life was... I don't remember a time when I didn't have a ear infection. Its gone away since then, and I haven't had an ear infection in about five years.

Anyway, so it was in the early winter of my seventh year. I was riding in the old pickup my father had; heading to the doctor. Margie was at my right; Milt to my left. I remember it was just as we were leaving New Castle, heading to Glenwood. All of a sudden, I heard a very loud pop. Like someone had popped a balloon inside my head! I don't remember any pain, which leads me to believe that there wasn't any. So I started to fidget with the cotton balls in my ears, and when I removed the one in my right ear, puss just started leaking out of my head. When we arrived at the doctor's, we discovered that my eardrum had ruptured from the infection.

Now my eardrum has repaired, just as any bone does, but I'll always remember that point in time...

Lip color rules/tips

Lip liner should be blotted once, lip stick twice, and lip gloss should never be blotted.