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Name: Artemisia
Country: Canada
Birthday: 6/22/1982
Gender: Female
Interests: reading. fine arts. doodling. greek mythology. walking. thinking. birds. angelology. anthropology. philosophy. redish skies. coffee. red zinfandel. early mornings. late nights. paradoxies. chess. jazz. alternative. nature. travelling. God. angels. simplicity. madness. realness. the strange things in life. fall season. classics. satire. knowledge. dasies. white lilies. acoustics. creativity. epictetus. being extremely silly. nice people.
Expertise: being really quiet. multitasking. staying indoors. being really dumb. confusing people. babbling 'bout myself.
Occupation: Artist
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MSN: emerissa@hotmail.com
Member Since:
10/14/2002
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| Mean people suck. It even hurts more when this 'meanie' is someone you know. I came up with two ways a person could be mean: One- they are being a jerk on some moments, although not aware of it; Two- they are natural jerk's to start with and care less of what anyone thinks.
Lets talk about the first one (they are being a jerk and are unaware of it). Its a two ended dilema. When someone you know does something inappropriate, its likely to set off mixed feelings within you. If you choose to tell this person of what he/she'd done 'wrong' they may react remorsely or worse, negatively. By letting this meanie know that you've been hurt with their actions will help you from staying bitter, risk of holding a grudge against him/her, and feeling moopey forever. Its temporary. Nobody want's to loose a friend. Talking about it 'may' solve the problem from both ends. Although when you do tell a person that of what you thought was innapropriate- you risk yourself of being thought of as overracting, perhaps being mean as well towards them, or worse yet- being a crazy paranoid mental case. So thus, a move to this case is not to tell because that situation would hurt you and that someone you know. A Lose to lose situation.
If you dont tell them what they did was wrong you take it upon yourself and swallow a whole lump of bitterness until its repressed. This is forever. This 'meanie' could keep doing the same thing over and over and its sad to know that they are hurting people they know unknowingly. You may develop misconceptions about them. This is a 'no no' and very unhealthy for youself. But who am I to say things. Hopefully though, I've touched up on the right ideas.
Maybe one good thing about knowing that they would actualy do such mean thing may help one realise how they really are. Maybe its a trait that they have. A trait how you could tell how you mean towards this 'person' whose being innapropriate. The next move here is a matter of knowing what to do next- of how you would respond towards this person whose being 'meanie.' How would you act around him/her then?
But though all this explanation, it all comes down to one philosophy, my philosophy - that nobody is born and naturaly intends to harm another. Its true
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| Have you ever asked youself why you 're here? born in a world vulnerable to feel and think independantly it may keep you from staying sane. I'm sure its crossed your mind once in your lifetime. You may think only a mental case paranoid would ask such but still. You're not alone , buddy. hehe. -'trip ' wit me
jus a random thought :)
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| So school has finaly started again for us! I feel 'blah' for some reason and happy about it because it preoccupies my time for the better.
I was in panic mode this past week because I had to finish these two term papers that's due for tomorrow. My last year-finaly. Its taken me 6 years to finaly reach 4th year in nursing..Well..some people don't know the details though...I had been sick for one term and sorta went 'up-and-down' in my 2nd-3rd year for many reasons I can't clearly elaborate on - within those 6 years...I wasn't really in total 'school mode' then. I haven't a clue where I'd be if I hadn't been in school for those years. Really. And now that I've reached my final year, as bizzare as it may sound- I really don't want to leave.
I think I've hit the age when I don't want to 'change' anything about anything and about myself. Like, no transition at all - get my drift? ...This Nero drink's gotten me sleepy all of a sudden...
Adriane Joshua - my first nephew!!! - arrived on September 21, 2006 at 11:30pm. ...Notice the name 'Adriane' has my first name (letters of it) in it? I love the name Joshua too because its Jesus' name, I think, translated in some other language- I think.
But anyway, early morning for me again tammorow! nite people!
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| So its 4:30ish in the morning and I couldn't sleep. I decided to turn on my laptop to fiddle/browse around. All of a sudden, I hear my dad's 'car door' slam, from outside, infront of our house. This sound was loud and clear to me because my bedroom is right at front with a window wide open. I jump up off my futon, peeked outside and turned on my lights.
I waited.
Then I see this man come out of my dad's firefly!!! Quickly, I say
Diane: HEY! (like, sounding tough and low lol) What are you doing?!
Man: ... *standing*
Diane: Are you are neighbour?
Man: ...yah...
Diane: Why were you inside? what we're you doing? YOu're in big trouble tomorrow!
then I see him take off!
I bolted out of my bedroom adn I see my sister on the phone with her boyfriend saying, 'I knew something was gonna happen!' I run to my dad's room and said, 'Tay! someones trying to steal the firely! He replies, call 911-my stomach hurts! ahahah. I was so confused on how reacted. Our van just got stolen 2 nights ago and this was how he reacted!
Then I ran to my mom, who was still asleep in the living room sofa despite all my yelling at that idiot outside. I try to wake her up!
In the corner of my left eye I see this man walking back towards our front-came inside our lawn and right to our porch!!! He stood there, staring at me!!!
So he was standing there, with his boxers, dark hair friky moustach and a sweater looking all confused. He reached to open the screen door and I was like! NO! you stay outside! we've already called the police on you! Our van was just stolen the other night! What we're you doing in there? We know how you look like! You're in BIG trouble!
man: looks down at foxcee (our old dog who just bit someone yesterday morning and is soon to be 'put away' :( ...//and was really GROWLING, staring up at him) - HE STARTS TO PET HER!
Diane: *OMG no isn't!* DONT PET HER! SHE JUST bit somebody yesterday!! Go home! we know how you look like! We've called the police on you!
man: confused looking- staring at the ground, starts to walk out slowly
I try to get my dad up again- he just tells me to call somebody adn that his stomach hurts. I was still shocked! *what's going on?!?!*
I see this guy walk from left to right outside, before our fence. Like, totaly confused and looking scared! I was scared! Then a few minutes later I waited and I walked out, locked the doors in the firefly. My sister waltez out, on the phone with her boyfriend still, and I yelled at her to get inside.
Then as soon as I stepped in the house, my mom's wide awake- confused.
Here's me dissapointed at my dad.
There's my story.
I need my sleep.
I want robot/bodygaurd/friend who I could rely on all the time. | | |
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