i am rhea.

new puppy

Sat, 30 Oct 2004 02:22:47 GMT

here's pictures of the new puppy...just thought i'd share. i know you all care oh so much.

oh man, awesome face on my part. i think his cuteness makes up for it. he's very cute. and very, very sweet. even if he chews on my pants. he gets very, very sleepy. he's neat.

aiye, we're weird and impulsive. but not with his name! OH MAN! we got him yesterday...and we can't think of a name for him yet. mom thinks pequeño(for those of you that are un-learned in the español, that means small...the male word thingy even), because he's going to be 8 pounds when he's full grown. i think...hell, i don't know what i think. oh well. and michael thinks he should be named rodney...:X no thanks. oh well.

name ideas? please?

oy. i'll just call him puppy for the rest of his life. does that work? no? fine.

i think i'm supposed to be happier about this than i am. weird. i've always wanted another dog. and especially a puppy. but, oh well. i guess. michael is ruining it, i think.

i take it back, michael IS ruining it. there's no thinking, no possibility that it's something else. nope. it's michael. michael the mother fucking asshole. i hate him. i hate him. i HATE him. WHY IN GOD'S NAME MUST HE CONTINUE TO BE HERE?!?!?! WHY THE FUCK WON'T HE JUST MOTHER FUCKING LEAVE?!?!?! *sigh* annoyededness.

alright, explanations now.

when we first got home with him yesterday...i was all happy about him, and *yay new puppy!* but, then, michael decides to be an ass and asks me "why don't you go and clean up cheyenne's poop in the backyard?" and he means, what are you doing being all affectionate with this new puppy when you won't even take care of your dog? which, is true. but, so i say, "can we just not be mad right now?" and then i don't remember what he said, but he said it all stupid and asshole like. and so i just said whatever and walked out into the kitchen.

then, i came back out, to sorta reconcile i guess. but they were on the porch talking. so i went out. and i'm like, "this doesn't need to be some big screaming at her issue." ooh, wrong word. he was fairly certain no one was screaming. i should even ask mom. i told him i didn't think she would agree with him. he said he didn't care what i thought. i said "then we've got a problem." and then he listed off a bunch of things that i did wrong. i never help out. all i do is take, take, take and never give back. and he was yelling and getting all insane. and so i just said ok. and then i walked back into the house. and i called andrew back since he had called while i was out talking to them.

and blah blah. he was in the bathroom and couldn't talk. so. uck.

then, mom came out and gave me a plastic bag and said, "here, clean up the poop and that'll be the end of it." so i said ok. and then michael came out and grabbed his camera to take pictures of the puppy. and he was all cheery-like. and it just made me think, man, if i wasn't here things would go so much more smoothly for them. so, i sat in the stairwell to the basement and cried. and then hannah(my cousin, who was with us that day) came in and we talked.

and then mom came in and told me to come out and stand with everyone. so blah i did. and then everyone pretended like his hissy fit didn't even happen. awesome.

so that was yesterday.

TODAY more stuff happened.

we're still trying to think of a good name for the puppy. and so, mom started to look online for names, as i had done the night before. and so, i was talking about some of the names i like. and michael was all, "you know, your mom and i are going to be the ones taking care of this dog for the next however many years, so it can't be some weird name that i'm not going to yell out for." which pissed me off...a lot.

(SIDENOTE: holy fuck, he's snoring. and it's probably the cutest thing EVER)

erm. i'll tell you all about the others stuff tomorrow.

Wed, 06 Oct 2004 03:27:30 GMT

*ohmigod* i am so in love with john edwards. everyone, we need to vote for john kerry and john edwards. NO BUSH AND CHENEY. cheney is an old, shriveled, crusty dick. bush is a stupid, bumbling fool. kerry has some sort of dignity. and, gasp, some intelligence. and, edwards is mother fucking sweet. he's a trial lawyer. so he's fucking AWESOME. like, wow, massive quickness to strike back at cheney's childish insults.

*KERRYKERRYKERRY!!!*
*EDWARDSEDWARDSEDWARDS!!!!!!*

mostly, just edwards. i think me and andrew should marry him. that would be an interesting love triangle.

just so i know, out of like, the three people i have on my friends list, who all are you guys going to vote for, or who WOULD you vote for?

Thu, 30 Sep 2004 17:23:15 GMT

The name of this case is Boy Scouts of America v. Dale. The petitioners in this case were The Boy Scouts of America, a non-profit and private organization. It is involved in teaching its members their moral codes. One of which is that homosexual activity is wrong. And, that its members should be “morally straight” and “clean.”
The respondent was Dale, an assistant scoutmaster for Troop 73 in New Jersey. He had been a Scout member for 12 years, entering in 1978 at the age of 8. He was an exemplary Scout, and even achieved the rank of Eagle Scout, one of their highest honors. After being an adult member for about 1 year, the Boy Scouts learned that he was homosexual and a gay rights activist. Upon learning this they revoked his adult membership. Dale believed that his termination in Boy Scouts had violated New Jersey’s public accommodation law, the state statute prohibiting discrimination based on sexual orientation in places of public accommodation.
When he filed suit in the New Jersey Superior court, they ruled in favor of the Boy Scouts. Their Appellate Division reversed the ruling in pertinent part and remanded. The State Supreme Court held that Boy Scouts had violated state statute. They also held that their First Amendment right of expressive association. They believed that the presence of Dale would not harm other members’ ability to follow through with their duties.
However, when the case hit the U.S. Supreme Court, they held the opinion that the inclusion of Dale would harm the organization’s right to oppose homosexual behavior. And, that the public accommodation laws were not justification enough to take away the rights of expressive association. Therefor, ruling in favor of the Boy Scouts.
I struggle with the facts of this case. The belief that homosexuality is somehow dirty bothers me greatly. But, I agree that it is a private non-profit organization, and it has its right to an opinion. And, though I do believe the exclusion of members based on their sexual orientation is wrong, it might hurt their ability to express their opinions about homosexuality. So I don’t know how this fits in with the Constitution. I haven’t decided yet.

Tue, 07 Sep 2004 20:45:34 GMT

i told natalie i'd put this in here. the end sort of just...craps out. i wasn't able to think about it anymore. so.

So here I am, in my room, sitting at my computer desk. This place I spend so much time in. Oh, the life I lead. The life of slow computers, dirty dishes, old comforters, and ugly lamps. All with their own little story. Each is their own record of my life. Each is important in some way. That's why I never throw things out. Because no matter how stupid and pointless this little trinket is to someone else, it means something to me.
Like, for instance, the bottles I keep. Hank's premium soda. To the outside world, these bottles indicate that I am a packrat and need psychiatric help. But they remind me of the summer before last. The summer I spent so much time with my best friend and her boyfriend. Just driving around, often on a mission to find a button maker. Which is stored away in my closet. And forgotten about because of its inability to work. Or work the way I want it to at least.
Of course, my closet is quite full too. Next to my button maker are the full cans of paint. Three colors; dark blue, light blue, and red; for the two separate occasions that I decided I wanted brightly colored walls. The blues were too hard to do, what with the sponge painting. And the red, while I love the color, would have been too intense. Too red. Especially since I was going to have it on all 6 walls. And since we rent, and I'm not sure how well you can cover bright red paint. But I'm also not really sure how we're going to cover all of the permanent marker either.
Ah, and the permanent marker is a beast in and of itself. All sorts of nonsensical things written on the two walls next to my bed. A miss-matched collection of song lyrics, one single phone number, tidbits of my own writing, signatures of my friends, and of course, Andrew's notes. The best part of the entire thing. The outline of his hand and the reminder of how happy we truly are. Even if my walls are ugly, I'm not sure I really ever want to paint them. But I know I will, once I finally decide I want a nice room. You know, a long, long, long time from now.
But there's other things too. There's so many other things. Like the guitar pick on my desk. Which, is not one of my original picks, but was bought because I lost one that belonged to my step dad. He never noticed, really, but I thought I'd be nice and buy one.
And next to the pick is this little "Thugz" figurine I got on my birthday. The quarter machines on your way out of Super Saver are always so tempting. And because of that, I got this odd Chili thing. He carries a shot gun in one hand, ammo across his chest, and a sombrero on his back. He stands in front of a cactus, and, for good measure, they gave him a mustache. A very cheesy mustache on top of a very cheesy grin. But, I guess that's what you get when you're a toy some sucker pays 50 cents for on their way out of the grocery store just to appease their whiney children. Does that make me a "whiney children?" No, it can't mean that, I'm not plural.
But above all of these things scattered everywhere are even more memories: My glowy stars, planets, moons, asteroids, and black holes. There's the only constellation I bothered to make; Orion, my favorite for some unknown reason since before I can remember. There's my lucky star, which is from the first of two sets. The original ones were only stars and they covered only the area above my bed. But, after a bit, the rest of the ceiling began feeling left out. So, I bought the second set that was much more diverse, with all sorts of unexpected things. And I stood on my chairs and stuck them to my entire ceiling. And then some fell down. And I've got them in some pile somewhere. And I've taken some down and given them to people. Which reminds me of all my friends. Which reminds me of all of my life.

there you go.

Mon, 06 Sep 2004 04:25:37 GMT

*sigh*

this is probably the most painful thing in the world. this horrible dull ache right in the center of your chest. like i've got a lump in my throat, i could cry at any given moment, and that bad tingly feeling in my chest that comes with sad things. all mixed with so much numb. BAH, i hate numb. but it's so very neccessary.

i feel sad. very, very sad.

oh well.

i talk about my clothes again.

i have new jeans. size 11. they look good. i weigh 153 or so. good stuff.

it's weird. i used to barely be able to fit into a size 18. and i weighed 197. aiye. 44 pounds. bye bye. ha, i win.

oh, joy. can you tell?

my next batch of cookies are going to be mint chocolate chip. this will be interesting. ehhh.

all done.

new jeans

Sun, 05 Sep 2004 04:30:35 GMT

I GOT NEW JEANS! size 11, i kick ass. four months ago, i fit into a 16...now, 11. *score* i kick the ass.

however, getting them required taking pictures of them. and taking pictures of them required being...unclothed.

IT'S NOT MY FAULT! HE TOLD ME TO! and it's not his fault, it's been three weeks. poor horny bastard.

SEE NATALIE! I UPDATE! :)

Mon, 31 Mar 2003 04:56:01 GMT

ok, today...i went to andrew's. our count is now up to 30. go us!

we has some sex, obviously. and we snuggled. and he played this song, Iris, and it made me cry. because he loves me so much. and i love him so much back. he's in this place inside of me, that no one is supposed to be in. and it's weird, having people there...because i don't mind.

but, then i cried, because he played the armageddon song, and it made me happy and sad, all at the saaame time. it reminded me of dad.

and then i got home...did homework...then i talked to andrew on the phone again. FUN FUN!

anyway, i had an andrew filled day. it was fun. i love him so very much. WOO!

bah

Sun, 30 Mar 2003 20:22:03 GMT

i think i should call andrew. i need him to be here for me. just to sit with me. since it hurts.

anyway

andrew is such a sweety. he bought me this cute little stuffed animal. he remembered that i said i wanted a huskey when i grew up. so he got me a huskey stuffed animal. it was so cute. he's so sweet.

oh lord. i think i'll call him. i think i'll beg him to come over. i think he'll want to. and i think he will.

SAPPSTERISM!

Sat, 29 Mar 2003 07:20:16 GMT

"We got home too late for us to go out, and they won't get away from the fucking phone. I want to hear your voice. I want to tell you goodbye before they cart me off. I want to tell you I love you before I leave. And more than anything I want to hold you."

THAT ONE MADE ME CRY! it breaks my heart to know he was sad about it...i don't ever want him to hurt. but, the fact that he would want and say all those things heals me right back up again. it's great.

"I love you. Today is our 4 month anniversary. That...says a lot, if you ask me. And I love you more everyday. How unquestionably great is that? I'm just sorry I'm halfway across Nebraska instead of hold you tight right now."

that one made me tear up too. i love him more everyday as well. it's weird. it's like...i don't know. i cease to allow myself to jump the gun. i just...i could grow old with this man. i could grow old and never tire of his insanity. never of his sweetness. never of any part of him. i don't know. i just...i love him so much it's insane. so!

sorry, just felt like being happy about it.

so, the count is now 27 . i hate odd numbers. and i'll hate the thirties too...oh god i'm insane. we took a shower. just sat and talked. it was fun. then we sat in the chair, and i had a headache. ohh! and we got runza!

oh yes, i gnawed on him. it looks like he's got herpes of the shoulderblade. either that or ringworm. crazed.

song time...sappy, i know, but the FUCK if i care...

"Truly Madly Deeply"

I'll be your dream
I'll be your wish I'll be your fantasy
I'll be your hope I'll be your love
Be everything that you need
I'll love you more with every breath
Truly, madly, deeply do
I will be strong I will be faithful
'cause I'm counting on
A new beginning
A reason for living
A deeper meaning, yeah

[chorus:]
I want to stand with you on
a mountain
I want to bath with you in the sea
I want to lay like this forever
Until the sky falls down on me

And when the stars are shining
brightly in the velvet sky,
I'll make a wish send it to heaven
Then make you want to cry
The tears of joy for all the
pleasure in the certainty
That we're surrounded by the
comfort and protection of

The highest powers
In lonely hours
The tears devour you

[chorus:]
I want to stand with you on
a mountain
I want to bath with you in the sea
I want to lay like this forever
Until the sky falls down on me

Oh can you see it baby?
You don't have to close your eyes
'Cause it's standing right here
before you
All that you need with surely come

I'll be your dream I'll be your wish
I'll be your fantasy
I'll be your hope I'll be your love
Be everything that you need
I'll love you more with every breath
Truly, madly, deeply do

[chorus:]
I want to stand with you on
a mountain
I want to bath with you in the sea
I want to lay like this forever
Until the sky falls down on me

I want to stand with you on a
mountain
I want to bathe with you in the sea
I want to live like this forever
Until the sky falls down on me

Fri, 28 Mar 2003 21:18:28 GMT

i am impatient...

Wed, 26 Mar 2003 18:17:40 GMT

i'm bored to tears. BLOODY TEARS! goddam it alllllll.

hi

Wed, 26 Mar 2003 04:05:45 GMT

hola everyone. this is rhea. i am bored. i wanted a livejournal. SO HERE YA GO SEXY BEASTS!

special thanks to pulsegenerator for the LJ code! ERIC ROCKS MY SOCKIES! I LOVE YOU!