North Carolina

Homosexual fucks. How dare they - or any one else - have the right to choose and vote if two people should be able to get married. Last week-ish North Carolina voted on whether two people of the same sex and love for each other should get married. After the voting, the tally came up 61% - 39%. I'm guessing you can figure out which is the higher percent.

Yes, now in North Carolina, there is a ban on gay-marriage.

Since 2001, only 10 countries allow gay people to get married - give or take a few since it's been an entire decade, and then some. In Australia they allow it, but afterwards one of the partners need to have a sex change. Even that is horrible, but it is definitely better than all the other places in this world. The world we should be "thankful"for, that is supposed to "give us hope" and that we should "love", when we can't even love the people we want to. The world of dip shits.

And in the United States:
Barrack mother fucking Obama said that he has no issue with gay-marriage. SO WHY IS IT BANNED IN SOME OF HIS STATES?! If the ruler of that goddamn country doesn't care, why should the small cities have bans. Obama needs to get on that.

Holy fuck: I don't care if it's a "sin" - I mean aren't lying, not 'honouring' our parents and pre-marital sex all sins? Yet most of us do those daily, and we are not looked down on. Not once. But ONE couple wants to get married, and because they have a few similar body parts, and holy, it's all over the news.

And, hey you, heavy "believers". Shut the fuck up. You aren't fucking God. God is God - if there even is one, because it hasn't been proved so suck it. You go on and on, judging people and shoving religion down peoples throat, but isn't the man that you are worshipping supposed to be the "sole judge"? I could have sworn judging was a sin, because God is the judge and jury.

 What I'm trying to say it this:
 No one; no matter your religion, beliefs or family, has the right to say who we should marry. So what if it's a man and a man, or a woman and a woman, or a frog and a duck? They love each other, so let them be happy. Isn't it stupid how two people who hate each other, and are only in it for money, can get married, but two people who love each other can't. Because some "higher power" says it's wrong.  It isn't your life or in your way, so let them be happy.

Also, what you are saying might effect a young child. Saying that being "gay" and liking "certain people" is "wrong" might end up with that young child killing themselves. Think about it next time you vote 'no'
Judge not, lest ye be judged.
       - because all people are sinners, no one has the right to condemn another.

Can I just say, I fucking love Canada. Though it has it's faults - many, I know - it's pretty awesome to live here. When the U.S had slavery, where did the slaves run to? Canada. Home of the poutine. Chilliwack, city in British Columbia, has the best water - and air I think - in Canada *and like second best in the world?* Hockey. PEOPLE ARE ALLOWED TO GET MARRIED, NO MATTER THEIR SEXUAL PREFERENCE.

UPDATE: when I say "heavy believers" of course I don't mean all. And this isn't just a target toward people who believe in God in any way. I'm just saying that you say it's a sin, and judge people, but you do not have the mind of God, or know what He Himself thinks. You could be speaking total garbage, so let Him do the judging, go on with your life, and let every one be happy.

Horny Mother Fucker.

In my time on this planet, I have begun to notice that the age for people acting on their horny-ness is getting lower and lower. When you were a girl in the 1800's you couldn't have sex until you were married, and in the 1900's if you did, you were a whore. Nearing 1990's girls were getting pregnant when they were 17-20 and again: whores.

But now, things are different. We have television shows supporting being 16 and pregnant, and soon it wont be called 16 and Pregnant, but 13 and Pregnant. This world is deteriorating. Seriously, I fucking hate the people of this generation. Getting high and drunk and having sex. How in the fuck is that cool? You can be ruining your life fuck head. Think a little!

I was going to make a blog post on "The Real House Wives of Vancouver" but then something happened to me on the bus.

No buses go up to my house, and even if they did, my parents aren't going to be paying $200 for me to ride it. Because of this, I take the city bus. It isn't all that bad, but it does take me an hour to get home, so during that time, I like to listen to the conversations of the teenage boys on the bus.

Yes, they are like every other teenage boy of our time. They have sex, drink and get high every day. But they are something to amuse me, aren't bad to look at and are quite funny. So I sit and listen. In these past two years, I have heard things that are so fucking hilarious, I can't wait to tell all my friends. But today, I heard a story that I couldn't wait to tell my friends, although it wasn't at all funny.

I was just sitting in my seat, all happy and cheering, planning my birthday party, when I heard a conversation between two of the boys starting. /'

Boy 1 : Yo man, did you hear about Brysten?

Boy 2 : No, what?

1: He's hitting a grade 7

2: The fuck? How old is she?

1: She's 13

2: How old is Brysten?

1: 17, turning 18 soon though.

2: Holy fuck! That's disgusting!

At first I was appalled, and when I remembered who they were talking about, I was so fucking pissed. You see, when I was younger - 2-5 - I lived in a townhouse on a street that had a bunch of kids my age, and some a few years older. One of the boys that my friends, brother, sister and I preferred to play with was a young boy. He was nice, funny and though 3 years older, he accepted me. His name? Brysten. 

A few might be thinking
"Well Siobhan, how can you be sure that it's the same kid?"

I know because from time to time, he takes the bus with his friends, the very friends who were talking about him today. And, who the hell cares if it's the same guy? He is still 4-5 years older than this chick! Holy shit! God people are disgusting. That girl just came out of Elementary School! She has no business doing that shit, and why the fuck is she horny at that age?

Getting corny over here, but if the people from the 1800's looked at us today. Man would they be disappointed.

Yay

First Off: SUPER AMAZING, FANTASTIC TOTALLY FUCKING AWESOME NEWS! Guess what I got back? MY LAPTOP! I'm so fucking happy! Holy shit, I can't even believe. YAY. Also, it's my birthday, so it's like the perfect fucking day! :)

Rant coming soon :D

I hate this.

I hate not ranting about things, because well, I'm the official mother fucking ranter! But, I owe my followers/readers this. Hold on for the ride, shits about to get real.

Thank you to every one who reads my blog and follows it. When I first started this, I didn't think any one would read it, let alone that it'd have followers. It means a lot to me that people like my stuff, and I try to check out your guys' blogs and follow the ones that I like.

Also, I am sorry about the lacking in posts. I know that when I first started this, I posted waaay more. But I also had waaay more free time, because well.. I started it when I had a week off of school.

I try to post as much as I can. It also sucks because I still don't have word on my laptop. It's still being fixed, but they told me it would be 2-3 weeks, and it's already been 2-ish, so cross your fingers :)

But yeah, thank you for all the followers and views. I appreciate it.

P.S - I got an email from some one saying that I spell words differently. Like "colour"/"realise" etc. I am Canadian, and that is how we FUCKING SPELL WORDS. I don't have some issue with letters. Fuck off.

The Bitches at the Bus Stop

Last year I was in grade 7, and 12-13 years old. This year I am in grade 8 and I am 13, soon to be 14. In just one short year, I feel as though I have matured at such a rapid pace, and because of that, all the people a year younger than me look like fucking retarded douche bags. The grade sevens at my school this year are fucking annoying little pisser offers and should all burn in hell.

When I was in grade seven, sure I felt superior, I mean, it was my first year in middle school and I felt cool. But did I act on it? No. I knew that I was at the bottom of the food chain, and I accepted it. The first few of my months there, I ate on the ground next to the library, until about December, when I realised that it's okay if I want to eat at a table. My group of friends and I claimed a table that no one else sat at, and we squished all of our  big asses on it so we didn't need more than one table.

See? We knew our place, and we lived with it. Not once did we complain, not even when the grade nines thought that it'd be funny to run through our hallway and start a major traffic jam, where I got trampled. Not a single moan or groan escaped our mouths. I more than earned my right in the food chain this year, but what happens when us grade eights come back to finally live freely, and soon take on the role as top dog? The fucking grade sevens think they own all shit!

They run through the forbidden hallways of the grade eights and nines. They are loud and screaming and fucking little pricks. A group of them stole my groups fucking lunch table, so we had to find a new one. That really upset me, because I carved my initials where I always sat at that table. The worst part is, they think that are the fucking shit.

I don't really need to explain that, you all know how people are when they think they are fucking kings of us all.

Now for the bitches at my bus stop.

There is about 5 grade sevens who take my bus (city), and a lot of the times they have a little friend waiting with them. Add that up, and it's hell for me. Out of those some odd 10 kids, I like one. And even she pisses me off beyond belief.

The girls sit at the top of the mail-box yelling and screaming. The boys throw grass at each other, often hitting me. They all run around attacking each other, and they also rub against me, bump in to me or yell in my ear.

One quick thing you should know about me before I go on. I have a form of anxiety - not been confirmed yet, but I think I have it :) - and when it's loud, and I can't hear myself think, I start to get stressed. When it gets like this, I scratch my arm, as if I had a rash or something. Also, I can't stand people touching me, it's even worse when they brush up against me repeatedly. Add those two things together, and you have a very pissed off Siobhan.

None of this compares to that one boy... That one fucking boy is going to have his ass handed to him one day.

Here is a conversation he had with one friend::

Friend: Hey bro, do you have my 5 dollars?
Douche: Da fuck?
F: Last night, you said that you were going to give me $5 if I hugged Lisa
Douche: Dude, I was fucking high, you know I don't mean all the shit I saw when I'm high

Really? Really bitch? I fucking hate it when people try to be cool. And the fact that a 12 year old KID is getting high and partying isn't "cool." It's fucked up, and annoying and makes me want to shove a stick up his ass and a knife down his throat.

Another conversation. Same douche, different friend.

Douche: Dude, I made two long boards
F: Sweet
Douche: Yeah. And on one of them I wrote "I love boobs" and on the other "I love vagina"
F: Sweet
Douche: Yeah, my mom was so pissed.

I hate you.

Quick little message!

My friend has recently made a blog, and is doing pretty much exactly what I am doing.. Fucking copier. :) Here is a link to his blog : to be added later because I forgot it

And yes... I have a 3rd blog! It's just where I talk about stuff that went on in my day that I felt like sharing. Not really of any importance, so you don't need to check it out. If you want to, it has been put as a link in my side bar.

Not a rant? Oh boy..

Okay, this is one of my very few non-ranting posts. I might do a few of these every year.. Only on very special occasions.

So in one of my posts, I had to of said that I got to the gym. I'm not a crazy person, but I'm sure as hell getting there. If I don't get at least an hour of physical activity a day, I go crazy, often finding myself pacing around my house waiting to do something.

"Go outside for a run" my mom says.

Fuck that shit. I need to be in a place where every one goes to actually work out, or else I feel like the lonely 14 year old with no friends that I am.

Any ways, so I go a lot. I have a routine, and I stick with it. I never add any thing new, or spice it up at all. That is the way I like it. ALWAYS, I start with doing a 3.5 km run, which usually takes about 17 mins. Then I do the rowing machine for 10 mins for a little cooling down time, and afterwards it's the spin cycle bike for 10 mins so give my arms a break. I finish off with doing the treadmill until my dad says that it's time to go.

Well, because of following my routine and never changing, my running has been getting very good. I'm not the only one who has noticed, guess who else noticed. Darryl Fox. Does the last name remind you of a certain Terry Fox? Because it should. Darryl is the brother of the infamous Terry Fox.

My dad met Darryl one day at a pub. Then Darryl moved on my street, later moving away :(. When ever I went for a walk at the river with my mom, guess who we would always run in to? Well now guess who is going to my gym? That is right! The not-so-famous-but-should-be Darryl Fox.

Him and my dad are always running together and all that shit. On Saturday, I was doing my whole routine, and as my dad and I were leaving he turned to me and said:

"Siobhan, Darryl said that your running is looking very good, and when you are working out, man do you looked focused."

Upon hearing this, I thought
'So, an old dude it watching as a young female works out..?'
But then I got out of my scared, pussy stage and realised
'HOLY MOTHER FUCKING SHIT TERRY FOX'S BROTHER NOTICED MY RUNNING!'

I'm very proud.

That isn't all the news that I have to tell you about the Fox family. Oh no.

So, a few months ago, Darryl got called down to what ever hospital Terry was in before he died, because they were cleaning out storage and they had found some of Terry's old x-rays. Well apparently upon looking at it, they realised that Terry had so much cancer in his lungs that there was no way he could have ran 27 miles the day before. He really did the impossible.

ALSO, they found out that when Terry was supposed to be cancer free HE WASN'T. He had cancer the entire time he ran, and every one thought that he was cured.

Dun dun DUHHHH.

Well, I'm tired. Sorry for no ranting. It was weird writing this.

Computer Update: No, my laptop is not fixed, I have just been able to sneak my brothers away from him more often now. We sent my laptop to a computer fixing store at our local mall, and they said that it would be another 2-3 weeks before they could fix it. Just check my blog once a week for a post, I'll probably have some sort of update, or a "coming soon" to give to you.