Tonight finds me sitting alone in my mother's house listening to the crickets chirping outside, sipping my tea and snarfing Yogos as I alternate between my book on programming and typing up this entry. Usually I live with my father, but this week my mom's gone visiting family in the midwest and left charge of her house to me. It's rather pleasant all and all.
...well it was until I saw a commercial for Silent Hill and started expecting the walls to all flake down and some horrible, white, semi-dead thing to walk through the door and eat me...
but that didn't happen. And so now I'm all in all extremely contented. And it gave me time to think about yesterday's entry...I shall begin my thoughts with a story.

Today I was in my room eating candy and thinking about sleeping with men when a white bunny hopped into my room and said "sniffly-sniff". And I immediately realized it was my Jewish ancestor, Rabbi Butsokovichke, and decided to follow him. He hopped for a long, long, time, and by the time he stopped my loli stockings had fallen all the way down to my ankles! I was so un-loli then that I felt like crying. But I didn't. Instead I watched him crawl into a gigantic drying machine, which was strangely in the middle of the forest, surrounded by a lake of pretty, happy little flowers all around.
"Hello Faith! You are so loli today!" they said, and I giggled.
"That is because I eat candy and sleep with bandmen." I said.
And then I followed the white rabbit into the giant dryer.

When I got in there I found it to be quite large and deep, and I crawled for a long, long time until I hit my head on something fluffy. And although I couldn't see it, it radiated "pink." I was wondering what it might be when a little voice beside me said "you have found the panie of Queen Lollipop. Only the true heir to the loli kingdom can pull it from the lint trap in which it is stuck."

And I said "who are you?", and when it said it was a caterpillar I squashed it. Icky catterpillars.

Then I pulled the panie out and put it on. It was so light and lacey and fluffy that every time I took a step it caused a great gale of wind that blew away all the other loli's around me. And I became queen of the lolis for happily ever after.

The End.

As stated, this is a follow-up to yesterday's entry (no, no more heavy ideology or any of that, don't worry!). After I had written it, my friend pointed out that the boy had photoshopped a picture of me and was using it on his live journal. It looked like this:

"Keywords: The Jew
I ma an anthropologiste studying the deep mysteries of the gothric lolita."

Obviously the point here is to poke at the fact that I'm jewish...and the obvious problem lies in the fact that I am indeed not Jewish...nor do I like anthropology particularly, nor do I consider myself a lolita.
So therefore, this person has no idea who I am, and just decided to troll me out of boredom (>_<)

There is, however, one good thing that came of this. When I was looking at the picture and trying to figure out exactly what those black lines on my face were stuppose to be, I had a realization. Even with a yamahka on my head and a felaffle(?) jammed in my face (or is that money? It really ought to be a felaffle)...I'm really cute in that picture (laughs)

It's obviously the make-up, but it's still a nice thought.

The moral of the story is, of course, that you can't let other people make you feel bad about yourself, because more often than not, they have no idea who you are. Conversely, if they are taking the time to speak out against you, then that could mean there's something about you that makes you stand apart from and above others. That's not always a bad thing.
So rather than think there's something wrong with you, you should call upon the care bears and the care bear cousins and have them care bear stare the person who's trying to harm or bother you.. Yes...though if you actually were to find them, it probably won't matter to you anymore that someone was bullying you to begin with. For example, I received some rather wonderful replies to my last entry that I wouldn't have if he hadn't been offensive. There's always a silver lining~

 

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