Who died and made you fucking king of the zombies?

Shaun of the Dead - My favorite zombie movie. (Maybe. There are a ton of good ones.)

This seems appropriate. This way, I can blend in with everyone else making a cheap zombie apocalpse  joke about the man in Miami, the other man in New Jersey, the dude in Canada, and even the fellow in Maryland. But the thing is, I don't think it's appropriate. I do have a sense of humor, but I get offended at times, and I guess now is that time.

I read an article (if you want to see it, just click the word "article" - no, not that one, the one earlier in the sentence), discussing the zombie meme not being an appropriate response to this situation, and it really straightened me out. Actually, the author mentioned two huge problems, one being that these jokes, which are distant to you, are probably unimaginably hurtful to the victims, their family, and their friends, the other being that the people who committed these atrocities, as horrible as they are, needed help.

If I may quote the author about a man who recently killed several strangers in Seatle: "According to his family, the man had a concealed weapons permit and a history of mental illness." Why is that ever okay? I can't think of a single instance where that is NOT a bad idea. When I was in middle school, two students at our school - one a dear friend of mine - were shot and killed by their father. He had history of Depression, Alcoholism, and domestic violence, yet he still had a gun. There was even a restraining order against him. Whether or not hindsight is 20/20, people should have seen that coming. Guns do NOT mix with mental instability, alcohol, or other drugs. I'm not saying we need to outlaw guns. (I might like that idea, but realistically I know it would never happen and there's no sense pushing for it. Mother always told me to pick my battles!) What I am saying, however, is that it should be more difficult to get a gun than it is. Hell, it should be harder to get a driver's license than it is! (Pretend as though I didn't recently get a speeding ticket as I complain about bad drivers.) People fight for their right to bear arms, but why? Do they think guns are toys or decoration or something to show status? They are weapons. Guns were created for the purpose of KILLING. That's not something just anyone should be able to have without serious psychological testing. Especially a concealed weapons permit. That's just fucking stupid that he had one.

Now I've made myself quite sad. That doesn't solve anything...

It's no mystery. I obviously have the flu coupled with sudden-onset Tourette's syndrome.

That's right, another Big Bang quote!

I was reading for class when I heard my dog making the strangest noises. I glanced over at her to see she was sitting by the door, a cloth publix bag sitting atop her head. I laughed out loud and the clown turned her head in my direction (I could tell despite her bag-helmet), and sat still for a moment, as if wondering what to do. Unfortunately, before I could snap a picture, she threw the bag from her head, pretending as though she hadn't been playing around like a kid in a refrigerator box.

I did get some other pictures to show off her dorkiness though. Enjoy!

Lana is the doofus on the right. She had hurt her paw, like, 5 minutes before the dogs' photo shoot, so she spent the entire time looking sad with her ears back and her paw hanging limp in the air. But the moment we changed the sets she was running around the room with a squeaky toy. Little ham. I think she takes after me.



On another note, I've found another dog I want to foster. My parents' dog will be going back home with them this weekend and I will have room! He's an Australian Shepherd named Fagan. He's beautiful. I e-mail my rescue today offering to foster if they are willing to pull, but even if they won't pull, I will find a way. You know how it is: you find one that you just fall in love with, and you'll find a way.

Fagan, from a shelter in the panhandle of Florida (Chipley)

So, now I am enjoying my first long weekend in a while (work is closed tomorrow and both work and school are closed on Monday!!). I am one happy girl. My parents are coming up for a couple of days, but I will be painting and playing video games and reading and playing with my fancy camera and riding my boss's horse and probably doing homework too. Oh, and that course I have to take because apparently if I get a speeding ticket they think I don't know how to drive. How wrong they are! If I sped without dying, I'm obviously quite good at driving!

I'll be back!
Kayla, Lana, and Desi

Are you online or just pouting?

Like your typical American student, I borrowed this from Wikipedia

So I have had bad car luck lately. I drove 4 hours home on Friday to spend the weekend with my parents, right after handing in my 7 weeks notice at my second job (I like to plan in advance). Not even 2 hours into the drive, I got my first speeding ticket. Boo!
During my stay at my parents' place, I washed and waxed Black Jack (my car) until he looked nice and shiny. On the drive back to school/my apartment, I hit a crap ton of bugs, several storms, and a fucking kamikaze rabbit. Or, something. I'm just guessing it was a rabbit. Normally, when I see dead animals on the side of the road, I feel really sad. I'm an animal lover, you see. But this time, I was just pissed. What stupid animal runs in front of the only damn car on the road? Especially when that car is going about 70 miles an hour? What the hell?! Let me just say, I'm a big believer in natural selection-survival of the fittest-Darwinism, whatever you want to call it. And that rabbit had to have been inbred or something if he was stupid enough to try what he did. Bad for the rabbit, bad for my car, but I suppose good for the future rabbit population.
Anyway, I realized today my bumper under tray thingie (obviously I'm not the mechanic type of girl) is busted. Like I can really afford to fix that! Add up my speeding ticket, my recent diagnostic blood work at the doctors, and whatever this bumper will cost me (or hopefully my insurance company), and I bet I'll be wishing I hadn't resigned from my second job.  =(

It may not look quite this bad, but this is how it felt. Damned suicidal wildlife.

Good news is I saved these guys some effort. It had to have been the were-rabbit.  It was huge, the Godzilla of rabbits!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
Onto brighter news...
I generally keep up with one kiddie, cartoon-y show at a time. My parents think it's stupid, but I love it. Okay, I guess I actually have a couple (if you count Naruto Shippuden). But that's not the point! It was Teen Titans (which I miss), then it was [the first] Avatar the Last Airbender (which I also miss), then Ben 10; now I guess I've adopted Young Justice. I'm not going to lie, I'm pretty excited about it. I love comic book stuff, but I feel like I'm about 30 years too far behind to start reading any series, so this is the best I've got.  =/  And yes, I do bet it's more accurate than the recent blockbusters, but believe me, I watch those too.

If anybody ever asks, Robin is my favorite superhero. Ever. I like Batman too, but Robin/Nightwing? My love.

Oh! Forgot some less good news. In a previous post, I mentioned my desire to dye my hair pastel pink. In a compromise with my mother, who invited herself along to my salon appointment - but then paid for it, I got pink highlights instead. This involved dying my entire head of hair (I have too much natural red to look good with pink), bleaching strips, then highlighting them with Manic Panic Cotton Candy Pink.

 

I don't know what went wrong.


Was my amazing cosmetologist having a bad day?


Does Manic Panic actually suck?


Does my hair suck?


Well, strike that last question. Now it kind of sucks. It looked okay for a couple of days, but not anymore. I have to make a run to Sally's soon and buy some bleach and dye and just do it myself. I've watched a ton of video tutorials on how to do it, and for once I have the confidence to try something difficult myself. And, I must do it before school starts on Monday. That is my objective.

I suppose there is no point in lingering. Wish me luck with my hair and my car. I'll need it!

Much love,
Kayla, Lana, and Desi (my parents' dog, who I'm watching)