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An odd organic progression of the human existence....

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April 9th, 2010

How well do you take criticism? Do you deflect it or take it personally? Does it usually inspire you to change? Are you more critical of yourself or others?

Casi nadie me critica y molesta realmente. Pero cuando hago, acabo de desviar. Soy impresionante, no me baja. A veces yo cambio, pero en mi propio ritmo. Seré quién yo quiero ser, no que USTED me desea que sea. Y soy más crítico de otros. He quemado, literalmente aún.

April 7th, 2010

My head is spinning a thousand circles of death right now and I'm not entirely sure that I hate it. Normally I would simply abhor not being in control of my body, but frankly the vertigo is too far past the horizon to care.

That being said, anemia is a cruel heartless bitch. The fog and hallucinations are driving me more insane.  I suppose I deserve the fate that has been dwelt upon through my past actions. Surviving on a diet of junk food and the occassional bouts of spanish fried rice and what have you have led me down to this path. Seeing as I'm a lacto-vegetarian I really shouldn't be eating like this, but lack of proper emloyment has caused me do to so. Junk food is cheap, and the veggies and fruits I crave are on a price shelf that I can't reach at this time...

On other notes, my hives are back... AGAIN!! I went to do the doctor and he gave me a prescription for methylprednisolone. I learned about halfway through the treatment that one of the side-effects is aggitation, which answered a lot of questions. I'd been angry for days, even though I was no longer covered in flaming red spots. But now that I've ended the treatment, the hives are back and they still burn. Let's hope that they stop at forming plaques, because I don't want my face to swell up again!

March 26th, 2010

What’s the most dangerous or frightening thing you’ve faced in your life? How did you overcome it?

It would have to be when I was seventeen and my little brother almost got hit by a semi-truck.
I was seventeen at the time, and he was a mere four years old. At that bout my family and I lived on vine street, which is one of the main roads into and out of the main downtown area with two lanes on either side, giving residents on that said road a six foot yard... (If you've been to lincoln, you know what I am talking about)
I just happened to be looking out the window at that moment and I saw a little boy on the sidewalk. Being nearsighted and not wearing my glasses I didn't know that it was in fact my little brother. Then.... he ran out into the street, during rush hour. Even though I didn't know who he was, it terrified me. I put my glasses on (I was cleaning them off when this happened) and my heart dropped, and time stood still. Then I saw it. The semi was barreling down the street as they always do. Allen yelling at him like he always does. The truck came to a screeching halt right in front of him. *sigh* It bumped him, and I, I was so scared I forgot to breathe. He didn't get hit, but a part of me did. I did the only thing I think of doing at the time. Protect him. So I ran downstairs, ran outside, grabbed my little brother and flew back up the stairs and into my room and then I locked the door. I was bawling my freaking eyes out, and even as my fingers punch the buttons on this keyboard, my eyes are welling with tears. Everytime I think about it I cry, and my heart drops. Trust me, you don't want to know what that feels like.

So I don't think I've moved on from that event,and  I don't think that I ever will. My little brother is a huge part of my life. Hell, he is my life. I love him, I love all my siblings more then anything else in thie whole entire world. They ARE my world, my life and my everything. I will do anything, absolutely anything at all to make sure that they all live long, healthy and prosperous lives. Thing is, my parents dont like to be parents, not really. It's come to the point now, years later where my mother asks me for permission to let him go places. In essence,  I've had to take care of my little brother his whole life, and will continue to do so for as long as I can. 

I know that I have previously stated that I want my sister out of my life, but not for good. She just needs time to grow and mature on her own, away from me. They make me happy, and I just want them to be happy. 

If you could have any mythical creature as a pet, what sort of creature would you choose and what special powers would it have?

That's easy! A chickenfrogpenguin! Because:

A. Chickens are awesome!
B. Frogs are even more awesome!!
C. Penguins are the most awesome!!!

Okay, it would have these powers:

A. It has bezerker rages in which it decimates all competition
                 -->Also decimates it's energy (which doesn't really matter cuz' opponent will go all XX in the eyes and such)
B.  It can leap/jump four times its height
                -> its freaking awesome!!!
C.  It's shrill cry has been known to reach a smashing 132 Decibels
               --> It has a tendency to cause me to reduce to basic chemicals, which sucks major a$$
D. It's so cute it can manipulate you into giving all your money to Eric Cartman
              --> I want that money!
E. Whenever it hears "macarena" it creates a hypnotic dance that all others must perform it under penalty of perpetual beanie cap
--> that song is hypnotic on its own

Here's what it looks like: (rumored anyhow)



March 25th, 2010

If you find out that a celebrity you admire has been cheated on by her/his partner, do you typically root for them to reconcile or split up? If they have kids together, how does that affect your opinion?

I don't admire "celebrities" that's retarded. It's not like they are directly involved in the facets of my daily functions or anything. That would be weird. Why can't we all just admire kick-ass people like Sir Francis Bacon or whoever should of won the nobel peace prize this year!
С каким символом у вас ассоциируется победа в Великой Отечественной Войне?

I dont know how to use the translator on my new laptop yet, so this will be in english. But I'll translate it for you :

With what character (do)  you associate a victory in the Great Patriotic War?

I dont know. It's a weird question! Why would I even want to think about war in my freetime? That's insane. Besides, which "Great Patriotic War?" Cuz' that can be used to describe the corn pop situation at any sleep-away camp's breakfast!!!!!
(invisible The Cab- vegas skies video to be inserted here, but currently youtube is having a stupid-a$$ed 305 errors....)

March 24th, 2010

Have you ever told a member of your family that you wanted them out of your life? If so, why?

Yes, of course.
I have said it to my sister and to my biological father.

I said it to my sister because she has tried to kill herself on:

A. My Primary to Secondary graduation.
B. My 15th birthday
C. My 16th Birthday
D. My Secondary graduation
E. My 18th birthday

The doctors and family members call it "coincidence" I call it BITCH!!!!!

There are also several other factors as to why I not only want, but need her out of my life. Much to come in forthcoming journal entries. Beware the hypocrisy that is Hali!

I said it to Allen (my biological father) for: (just a few ones that stand out)

A. He's a wifebeater
B. He's a childbeater
C. He got away with it
When I was seven he deliberately speed off while I was still getting in the car (apparently it was funny to him) Not only do I still remember the exact intersection where it occured, but I continue to bare the scars to this day.
He burned my sister's eye on the toaster and told my mother it was a bruise. (she found out 15 years later what really happened (wtf?) )
F. When I was 17 he strangled me until I passed out because I would not show him my yearbook, which he said made me a "spoiled brat." Because of him, I saw the infamous white flash which then faded to gray and made time slow to an agonizing pace. He ended up giving me  twisted spinal column, and a bruised heart from which I will never fully recover. 
G. He's an a$$hole
H. He got away with it
I. Fugue State (look it up)

(I had just come back home from a week-long camp in which I got second degree burns on my scalp, then had my hair ripped out on said burns, and I also had to take care of 14
six & seven year-olds by myself (all with asthma no doubt) because of a defunct counselour and when I got back to the house I found out that my close friend had shot himself and I missed his funeral because my mother didn't think that I would care, because "I didn't talk about him", but I did cuz' he went by his middle name) uggghhhh. He got six months. Bastard!!!!!

March 23rd, 2010

Writer's Block: Secret song

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What's the most embarrassing CD or track in your music library? How often do you listen to it? Do you share it with your friends or keep it to yourself?

I don't have a music track in my music library because IPODs are gay. Seriously, those things are stupid.
But I do have several CDs that stand out in my collection.

It has an awesome song "C'est la vie"  on it, so that makes it pure awesome

Britney Spears
Im not so much ashamed of this one, it just really mesh well in between Scary kids scaring kids and Sparks the rescue, you know?

Perhaps I shouldn't of said "several"

Oh well, I'm not really ashamed to proclaim my likes or dislikes for that matter. If you dont like me for who I am right here, right now, you dont deserve to be in my life.

March 22nd, 2010

Writer's Block: Countdown

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There's gonna be a lot of bare-footed people in this new world...

If a catastrophe struck and you had to leave your home in a hurry (and never return), what items would you grab in your last ten minutes, and why?

1. My Medicine/Supplies
If I didn't grab this, I would'nt survive for very long anyways so yeah.

2. My Dog Kato/Supplies
If I didn't grab this, the guilt would ride heavy on my heart for the years to come.

3. My shoes
For Obvious reasons

4. My go-to bag
It has all I need to-go at the drop of a hat, and that's just so freaking awesome. (I have that on hold because issues related to number one)

5. My cds/CD player
I've spent too much money and time on those things to let them go.....plus, IPODs are gay

6. My journals
Those are to be given out at my funeral, may I rest in peace...

7. My footlocker
It has almost all of these things in it anyways... or it will

8. My sibliings
They are my home

9.The phone/charger
For Obvious reasons, duh.

okay, I went off but yeah, thar she blows and all.

So, 1, 4-7 are all within a good six feet of eachother, so that wouldn't take me very long. Just pop open the footlocker and throw that all in there. I love my footlocker. That probably sounds weird, but I do. It has all of my important things to me, well the ones that aren't alive anyways.

As for my dog, he follows me around the house (he acts like a cat) (seriously, he acts like a cat, rubbing against your legs and everything) My siblings can all take care of themselves, I just want to be sure that they get out.

My shoes are right by the door, so that one is super-easy. I wonder how many people put their shoes on the list?

The phone is to reassure my grandmother who asks the same question ninety million different ways... or book a motel room.

March 17th, 2010

Do you plan on celebrating St. Patrick's Day? If so, how? What memories and feelings do you associate with this holiday?

I'm going to celebrate St.Patricks like the true irish"man" that I am! TOMMOROW!!!! Mwa ha ha ha  !  If you're truly irish, you get this huh?
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