FUCK!

http://www.bilerico.com/2010/04/sonoma_county_ca_separates_elderly_gay_couple_and.php

Read that article, und tell me. Where is freedom? Where is justice? Where is equality? Aren't we supposed to NOT discriminate? Who said this was a religous based government? I do not recall the pope running america, I recall the president. If there is a list of thingz that SHOULD NOT be included in government... It would be the following.
-Beauty [Beauty is wasted in politics]
-Religion [Most hypocritical/violent force ever conceived]
-Sexual Statuses [Thatz quite personal. If you don't like it, do worry about it]

If you want your government to rule you, fine. Be a little communist. See what I care.

The Loop pt34

GOSH! I haven't seen my dash board in a LONG time. I am fabulously addicted to zOMG, which can be accessed through GaiaOnline. Now, what to write about. Ah yes. I have a boy friend :3 I feel like not disclosing his name, mind you. Do keep in mind that I AM bisexual. Und if you have a problem with any sexual status OTHER than heterosexual, then leave. Get out of my blog before I kick your arse. I have no time for ignorant god listenerz/homophobez. On the lighter side of thingz, I have did quite a bit of fan art for zOMG. Also, I am trying my best at doing Avatar art, commonly known as "Avi art".
Herez a few ganderz at what I have done over the past however long itz been.

Alden
ARITS
April 3rd

Adverse Effect Of Dreams Broken

Dreams. Everyone's drive in life. Me, you, your friends, your family. Martin Luther King Jr. was famous for his "I Have A Dream" speech. Even that one guy down the street has a dream or two. Dreams can help you strive in life, help you prosper. But what happens when the dreamers dream is desecrated some how? Take Walter Lee Younger from Lorane Hansberry's book, A Raisin In The Sun. All of his toils, his work, the pressure and tension between him and his family. He is piratically driven mad due to his dream. Alas, poverty, racism, and family issues always keep him down. To him, and his family, these things are naught but misfortunes hammering them to the ground. This theme of the adverse, and otherwise fatal effects of dreams torn apart in this book can be shown with Coal Chamber's "Friend?", Green Day's "Boulevard Of Broken Dreams", and System Of A Down's "Shimmy".

At times, fate can look angelic, yes. But it can also look completely horrific. It extends a gloomy hand to come rapping at your door, and no one can resist opening it. Walter opens his door to this harbinger of grave news, whom goes by the name of Bobo. He is so nerve wrecked, that he takes forever to speak the bitter truth for Walters impatient ears. Finally, he comes out with it, nailing Walter hard and true. Willy never did show up. As a matter of fact, he ran off with the money. All of it. "THAT MONEY IS MADE OUT OF MY FATHERS FLESH!!" (Hansberry, 128) Walter yells to the world so even the devil, which just so happens to be Willy Harris, can hear. A greedy man has waltzed in, danced with Walter, and left him with nothing. This left Walter in utter despair, knowing his dream will never come true, although it was really a lie. Walter is a mess, a pawn used by a player. Led to believe a lie. Like Willy was some kind of friend. Friend? Ha! Coal Chamber sang about friends once. Well, a Friend turned traitor. It went something like this "All this time I called you Friend! I won't be there for you again!" It was about a friend that severely hurt one of them to a severe extent. Well, I would say Willy really did hamper Walter severely. This shows the theme through Walters agonizing defeat, if you may, by having his dream taken away. Driving him piratically insane. A "friend" desecrated his dreams.

Mrs.Johnson and Mama just finished there conversation. When she left, the Youngers get a phone call. A phone call from Mrs.Arnold. She has to discuss why Walter has not shown up for work for the past three days. Since she love's him, Ruth saves Walter by claiming that he is quite ill, and apologizes for "not calling sooner". When she hangs up the phone, she implores Walter as to why he has been skipping work, and he dully explains himself. Apparently, he has been wasting away while driving around, then sulking at The Green Hat, a bar. "You can just sit there and drink and listen to them three men play and you realize that don't nothing matter worth a damn, but just being there..." (Hansberry, 106). He has given up on his dream (this is before a betrayal brought to you by the devil himself). He can not help but to mourn over himself, claiming that nothing is worth it anymore. So he condemned himself to drown his spirits in, well, spirits. He enslaved his soul to wander down a street of broken dreams. "I walk a lonely road, the only one I have ever known. Don't know where it goes, but its only me and I walk alone. I walk this empty street, on the Boulevard Of Broken Dreams. Where the city sleeps, and I'm the only one, and I walk alone. I walk alone." Green Day made that song, "Boulevard Of Broken Dreams". It was about how they could not achieve a dream anymore. How they couldn't go on with a broken dream. Like Walter. He never felt backed up, so he couldn't go on. The theme is shown in this for it is one of the many emotions of one who has had there dreams ended. His broken dreams that shackled him made it seem as if he walked alone in the world.

Now we can see this ANYWHERE in the book. Walter wanting to be the man of the house. Wanting to make things brighter. Have an office job. Be on top instead of serving the guy on top. Like when Mama rips up Walters paper work to invest in the store, he bites back and says "Well, you tell that to my boy when you put him to sleep on the living room couch..." (Hansberry, 71). Walter is pretty much stating that his dream, when accomplished, will insure that Travis will no longer need to sleep in a couch anymore. He will be able to support his family more than any of them can hope to. All he can do, though, is dream his dreams. He wants life for a change. Like System Of A Down. Their song "Shimmy" is about what they want for a good future. It goes something like this, "I think me! I want LIFE! I think me! I want a HOUSE and a WIFE! I wanna shimmy shimmy shimmy to the break of dawn, YEEAH!" Walter wants to get a good support so hid family can get these things instead of laboring endlessly for a glimpse at them. His dreams are just toying with him, because he can only see them, which saddens him. Walter Lee Younger may eternally dream about these things. . . . . Is that fair?

"Friend?" by Coal Chamber, "Boulevard Of Broken Dreams" by Green Day, and "Shimmy" by System Of A Down all show the theme of the fatal and otherwise adverse effects of a dream differed. All three songs have an antagonist in the subplot of dreams. Willy, Family, Society. All obstacles keeping him away. Keeping him at a great distance. So all in all, dreams can, and will drive one back into anger or sorrow if they are not grasped firmly. Just imagine if you were to go through the same thing with whatever it is that floats your particular boat. You may end up like Walter, or maybe not. Yes, dreams are indeed the drive in life.

The Loop pt33

I just read a friendz blog. I'll post a link to it sooner or later, If that meanz anything to anyone. I don't know why I keep writing these. Anyway, his blog got me thinking that itz time to stop being such an immature idiot that I am now. Yet at the same time, I don't want to change. Itz just what I am. I know what my intrestz for a career lie in, but really, am I doing anything to get there? I failed. Twice. I don't have the belief that I can change anything. Every day, I wake up, get pumped, und as soon as class startz, who am I kidding? I need to resort my priorityz. Badly. But I haven't found the will for it. Not at all. Why am I stuck at that? I just wish I could buck up to what I want to be. I try und then get distracted SO easily. My lack of human contact outside of school. I have tonz of negative moodletz floating around my head with the rest of my thoughtz und dreamz und what not. Itz just like my pocketz, or my room. It never stayz organized. Ha, maybe I'm just stuck here in a bad location of mind und cant pull out. Hopefully, thatz not the case. I'm not about to chase naught but dreamz, but what if I am? Only time will tell.
So, yes Rob, I am one who shrugz his sholderz. For now.

The Loop pt32

zOMG! I have been hooked to zOMG! Oh well. So how is everyone? Me, I am peachy. I have nothing to write about [not really] und I have to pee...
Mmkay, I am back. Who didn't miss me xD
I am really happy, though I should be in bed, or for that matter, doing something productive. Like my Geometry Project! Or making a script for zOMG, or whatever. Everything is dead online now. Gaia still has some people there. I made over 50,000 gold selling itemz on the market place on Gaia. If I never spent it, und added the gross amount [or net] of gold I made on zOMG, I would have 100,000+
Hay, anyone want to loan me Boarderlandz or Army of 2? Dantes Inferno, perhapz? I need something to play. Hell, I need x-box live xP. Well thatz probably the last thing I need xD
Yeah, Nothing else
Worth
Typeing
At the
Moment.
See ya!

The Loop pt31

Finally! I have written something. The Musicians is an anti war story which I posted below. It was inspired by Voltaire's song, The Accordion Player. I thought it was pretty good. Lemme know what you think.
On the Sims 3 all day, was a corpse by the name of Alden. Yup, that was my day, aside from randomly playing DEADY, getting on facebook to find nothing new, and listening to music. Yup. I have no life. My character is almost at 10 Creativity! Yaaaaaaaaay. Just a few more hourz [maybe two or three dayz] on that game, and all his skill's will be top notch. I'm considering quiting my job on the sims for some more free time. I have tonz of money anyway, so he can support himself. Now in real life, my not goblin self is bored to tear, and quite sick of imagining I have company. If I had a dollar for everytime, I wouldn't need to free load at lunch. And I am a DAMN good free loader. Anyway, I could almost turn each visit into a story, but then I go to write about it, und either A] I can't write it or B] It soundz like childz play when I am done. Usually, though, itz that first scenario. Yup, thatz it. When I went to take a shower, the bathroom smelt like crap. Ugh. Well, at least itz over.

The Musicians - Alden Lee Panic [Me]

A violinist was awoken by the sound of barking dog's. Groggily, he dragged himself out of bed to look out the window. Barely daylight. He looked down and saw a man walk up to his door, then leave after placing a piece of paper in the violinist's mail slot. The man walked down a couple blocks to do the same thing to other houses. What is he doing? The violinist asked in his head as he shuffled down the stairs. He picked up an envelope from his front entrance and peered inside. What the note had read left him sliding down the wall, crying silently to himself.

The next morning, a guitarist woke up so happily. Oblivious to his future, he danced to the kitchen. A delightful tune trapped in his head that he had come up with only two days ago. He whistled it out as he prepared breakfast; a fluffy home made waffle. The smells tickled his nose, adding sweet cinnamon. He enjoyed the taste just as much as it's aroma.

When he had finished the dishes, he toddled up the stairs to get ready for the rest of his day. He had gotten dressed and flipped on his fedora hat. Grabbing his guitar, he was ready to seize the day, and there before him was an envelope. Unfazed, he set the case down to see what was inside this envelope. He immediately had all his happiness, his energy drained away into a cold void of reality.

In an office, downtown, the violinist sat next to the guitarist. They both were musicians of equal greatness, of the same tastes. Both were being drafted to fight in the war. But neither were about to give up their musical interest's, or their instruments. The captain thought he understood their intention's "It's probably wise to bring those along to keep sane in the barracks"

The two virtuoso's sat next to one another again on the train. The violinist told his new friend about his life, how he began to play at thirteen. How he had loved his family very much. His dad went off into sea, but never came back. The funeral was on a bright sunny day near by the lighthouse, for the wreckage was discovered weeks later.

The guitarist explained how he was an orphan, and never knew his real parent's. He did, how ever, remember how much he wished he could meet them, had they never of disappeared. He began playing at sixteen when he first found that guitar in a pawn shop. He never stopped ever since. He apologized to no one, and recently fell in love with this woman he met at the park. He was going to reply to her letter the other day, but now she will find him awfully rude, for he can't even write back.

Weeks went by. The sound of bombs and gunshots were always around. And they were sent out to fight again. But against the commanding officers will, they turned back to the barracks to get their instruments. The violinist looked at his comrade "If the idea of war is to die like a dog for your country like nothing else matter's, then I don't want to get on the same train as the rest of our fellow soldiers" the guitarist grimly nodded and got his guitar.

Quietly, they walked back into the blazing war Field. A shell had taken out a chunk of the army the minute they arrived. Both had opened their cases, caught in the crossfire. "We will die playing, and not fade to a memory" the guitarist said "We will not die a coward with a rifle" the violist replied.

And so they played their final lament, a perfect requiem. Nothing else existed. Only an endless sea of black. Not even when they were shot did they stop. Not even when an explosion let loose near by did they flinch. Not even when the sergeant called them back did they open their eye's. And it was indeed their last and first song together.

No one knows what it sound's like anymore. No one even knew it was composed. But if you were too tread on that field where the blitzkrieg was won by the enemy, you could almost hear it on the wind, the duo's last song.

The Loop pt30

Yay, I have nothing on my mind. I did not Monday happened until Wednesday hit. The whole day, it WAS Monday. So the week felt shorter. I've been listening to a lot of Voltaire und watching some of his claymationz. So therez my entertainment. I also found out that one of my friendz is a fellow writer. Woot. So now I'm sitting here in my loathsome [Yes I know the definition of the word und not mistaking it for another] room. No one has spoken much today. Even if someone DID, I still wouldn't have gotten any ideaz for drawingz or storiez. Or poemz. Yeeeaaah. I played a lot of simz 3, too. My character is a goblin! See?

Und he playz the guitar xD Hopefully thatz obvious. He also workz at the cemetary. Awesome. So now I'm kind of bored. Waaaaaaaiiit, Josh just called! Yay, I have a phone call... wow I have no real friendz. Except for Josh. Other than him, yeah. None. Right now, he's goin about his day. He doesn't exactly like his day. His adopted family never really knowz what hes like, und I do, which is sad. Anyway, I got nothing else to say, so leave a comment for an idea of what to write. Draw, whatever.

The Loop pt29

Hello people who are probably not there. Anyway, today, my computer finally came in. So many things to do, so little time. Okay, not really. I actually don't have anything to do. So I guess this post may be short. Momz friend is coming over, und brining her kidz. I don't like them that much. The eldest is ALRIGHT. But slightly annoying. Well, really annoying. Ish? Oh well. He has an odd habbit of thinking he's in charge. Big woop, you have musle, money, und some hacking skillz. A lot of people do. If he persistz, Im just gonna kick his ass out. I just watched this awesome video by my good friend Shae Judge. It inspired me. The concept, he says, was unknown until he finished it. Apperently, he was searching for his child hood memoryz. I liked it. Now I kinda want to do the same thing... With out recording it, of course. I need to take a shower. Meh, I'll do it tomorrow morneing. Then my luandry, und a bit of homework. Fun stuff. I got this cold that I just can not kick right now, so ja. I really need to learn guitar. Anyone wanna teach me? I don't want to give up an elective to take a class in which all the students says the teacher is lame. So yeah. I'm also downloading nü songz, so feel free to suggest some to me.