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Rape [Apr. 6th, 2013|06:20 pm]
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It just dawned on me. I was thinking about all the high-profile rape cases that's been in the media during the last several months, and also about a person I know who was convicted/acquitted of statutory rape, and I thought "Why are courts so quick to convict a person on statutory rape, but not rapes of persons over 18?". I just don't get it.
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Married is married, people. Gosh, get it right. [Apr. 4th, 2013|05:45 pm]
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Gerlach said he had no jurisdiction to approve a divorce because there’s insufficient evidence that Beatie was a man when he got married. The judge said the Beaties never provided records to fully explain what Thomas Beatie actually had done and not done to become a man. The ruling also noted that Thomas Beatie had halted the testosterone treatments.

W-T-F. Great logic there, Judge. Now, what era and country are you really from?

It's like, uhm, look at the circumstances of the case (he halted testosterone to have children, then he restarted it and finished his sex reassignment)... but really, even that doesn't matter because they were married. It doesn't matter whether they're transgender or what they've done.
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hallo thar, livejournal. [Feb. 28th, 2012|12:39 am]
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Long time no see.

Let's see, the last year in a nutshell:

Had no life, bummed around, got a job about a month ago, now I still have no life... except for working, sleeping, and riding the bus.

At least I have money now.
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WHO DO I CHOOOOOOOSE??? [May. 13th, 2011|03:03 pm]
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 Just so everybody is clear, I totally blame my friend Rachell's wife for (perhaps unintentionally) making me get into hockey and more specifically the San Jose Sharks. =P Oh, and I also have to say I hope that you really like me and/or hockey, because I'm gonna be yapping a lot about hockey, Sharks, Canucks, and the Lightning [more on that later] for a while. ;D There are very few things that genuinely make me happy, and this is one of them so bear with me.

I have loved the Sharks since I got into hockey a handful of years ago. Not 100% sure why, I just seemed to gravitate towards them. [Hell, I love the California Bay Area a *lot*.] I never really cared at all for any other team, not even on a "better option than 'x' team" basis much less my 'home team'. But for some reason during the past year or two I have really grown to appreciate Vancouver's team and so I was happy when both them and the Sharks made it into this year's playoffs [for their respective conference]. Vancouver got rid of Chicago for me and San Jose got rid of Detroit during this playoff season. Mmm, now that's some sweet justice to my senses. haha

This year I have had some [perhaps silly?] concerns of "Who the hell do I root for if they both make it into the Western Conference finals??". I mean, seriously. lol. Right now, I love both teams [almost as] equally, with the Sharks being my #1 and Vancouver being my #2. I dared to imagine both teams in the conference finals. I didn't really believe myself that it would happen, but it did after Game 7 of the San Jose/Detroit semi-finals series last night. That game made me a veeeeeeery happy, happy girl for the first time in a while, you have no idea... it's a long stupid story. Unfortunately a few things managed to kill what should have been a non-killable mood. I went out to a bar with some friends while they did karaoke and I watched the game since my mom is always hogging the TV and she doesn't like hockey [I don't think she's a real Canadian LOL]. I was swearing at the bar's big-screen TV, I got that into this game. Kept getting picked on by my Michigan resident friends and/or Detroit fans hardcore. :(
I really don't like my 'home team'. I despise the Tampa Bay Lightning [me and my buddy Natalie have a friendly but intense rivalry going on, haha... kinda like with my Michigan friends as well =P] but not more than, say, Detroit or Chicago or Montreal. Since I first got into hockey, it's been my dream to see the Sharks and the Lightning battling it out for the Stanley Cup [with the Lightning losing, of course :)))]. Me and Natalie are good sports about the whole thing, but we're still dead serious, yo. Now, I would not necessarily mind Vancouver advancing, but you know how it goes... a long, deep-seated desire to see a particular outcome. So far during this year's regular and playoff seasons, it has been going exactly the way I have ever wanted it to go. Tampa played into the Eastern Conference finals, both Vancouver and San Jose played into the Western. All but one of my most disliked teams are *poof*. I save the team I personally want to really see gone... for last. :) 
Either way, if everything happens in a "best-case" scenario, San Jose will continue to kickass and Tampa will kick Boston's ass [so we can kick Tampa's later HAHA]. I was looking up the western conference schedule earlier, and if they get to Game 6 in the conference finals that game will be going on during me trip out to the area. I actually had plans anyway to travel there in a couple weeks to visit some friends and attend an anime convention, so even though it's obviously too late to buy playoff tickets it will still be awesome just being in the area
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(no subject) [Mar. 29th, 2011|04:43 am]
[Current Music |The Band Perry - You Lie | Powered by Last.fm]

 I really feel like my life is nothing but "Damned if you do, damned if you don't", I really do.

For example, take my social life. If i'm in a funk, and I ignore everyone for a while, say... many people may take it personal. No, not really. I usually never single anyone out; it's nothing personal, I swear.

Or continuing in a similar vein, say i'm out with a friend or friends... I'll either get disapproving looks or comments if I talk to everyone and not give friends in question enough attention, or only focus on that friend or friends to the exclusion of anyone else around and still get disapproving looks/comments.

Anyway, I feel left out, lonely, etc. Some of it may be self-imagined, self-inflicted, or whatever the hell. Who knows.

I know I'm not the only person to ever or will have this problem, but still, it doesn't help when it seems nobody will acknowledge you (or your feelings).
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Am I like a bastardized version of an "Angel of Death", or something? [Mar. 9th, 2011|02:12 pm]
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 "Everything happens for a reason."

Yeah, in the sense like when a kid takes a magnifying glass to an ant mound.

Animals are so helpless than when it comes to humans in the fact they can't just walk themselves to medical care when something is wrong, or whatever.  I take their deaths harder, more often, than humans... it's odd?

I think I just need to stop caring about anyone and anything, especially when it comes to trying to help them survive. Not go into healthcare jobs, etc. I swear I am bad luck.

And so on.

My cat Blackie died last night. We had (by our standards, anyway) a mild flea infestation in the sense that it didn't permeate the house. But it hit the cats themselves harder than we realized. The last time we had a flea problem was probably at least 6 or 8 years ago, and that was a really bad one. I just don't remember that one affecting the cats as bad; but then again, we were feeding them more wet food back then (I had no idea how much water animals actually get from wet food). We cut down on wet food in recent years because of costs, but now we realized the error in that.

Among a couple of other things, the flea problem this time made many of our cats lose weight due to dehydration. We only lapsed one month on monthly treatments, too. But anyway, once we finally bought more and put it on the cats, they all perked up including the ones who seemed to be doing bad. Except Blackie.

And I couldn't save him in time. He was old, about 14... but when I told the vet when he called this morning the same thing I said in the previous paragraph, he said there may have been other underlying things, but still. He just didn't deserve to die that way, kind of like my dad.

But I digress.
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And people say *I'm* a bad driver? Whatever... [Oct. 30th, 2010|04:26 am]

 I hate when people get on me for my driving. I hate when they also act as backseat drivers, especially if they can't drive for shit themselves. (Have I ever said I hate hypocrites? Anyway.) "Oh, you've been in so many accidents!" Okay, only one where I was listed 'at-fault' (I don't think I was, but I digress), and the other one as a driver was 'not at-fault' (the one from this past summer). Everything else has been as a passenger. (*hinthint* at xochitl :p)

Me and my mom went to West Palm Beach today to pick up Olivia for the weekend. We're going south on I-275, right... just  approaching a three-way fork somewhere in the St Pete/Tropicana Field area--we were in the middle lane of the middle fork to continue down 275 towards the Skyway bridge. We'd been in the lane for at least 5 minutes (even used a proper turn signal when changing lanes :p), when seemingly out of nowhere a car appeared in the lane to the right of us. Apparently they lacked a brain, and vision, and their memory. I'm assuming they did not see us when they tried to get into the lane we were in, as when my mom briefly jerked the car to avoid a potential collision, they themselves jerked their car to re-orient their vehicle. The "lacking brain and memory" part comes into play when they tried AGAIN to get into our lane while we were STILL side-by-side with them. They appeared to try re-orienting their car again, but seemed to lose control of their car at that point and (I'm totally guesstimating here, I hate geometry and angles) careened at a 90 degree angle back towards the third fork (off-ramp to somewhere in St Pete) and smashed into the cement wall, probably at 70-80 mph.

After we both saw what happened, she asked if we should stop... but considering we were at a 3-way fork on a shoulder that would prove entirely difficult and unsafe to backtrack or stop on, I said keep going.  I muttered to myself "I hate my life", but other than that we didn't say anything else, at all or about that incident, for at least an hour or so. We both also apparently wanted to chain-smoke at that point, but we were good girls and didn't. 

Thankfully, the other car didn't actually hit us or otherwise make us join them in the crash. It's not like it was our fault they weren't paying attention, and it's not like we caused what happened to them or their car. My mom didn't quite understand the extent of why that car crashed until I told her later on in the drive.

And people wonder *why* I honk so much at people. *Somebody* has to let them know they're a stupid effin' driver, they can't go throughout life FOREVER not knowing they're a fucking idiot who shouldn't be allowed to hold a license.
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I hate feeling ambivalent [Sep. 29th, 2010|01:40 am]
Bear with me, I'm resisting the terrible urge to go into too much detail. Maybe i'll add more detail in a separate private entry, ha.

I got good news today from a family member, but I feel it sucks how the news has come about, so I'm left feeling very ambivalent about it-- among other reasons.

In a nutshell, my Aunt Joy [my dad's younger sister] called me earlier this afternoon and mentioned that my grandfather's brother died last week (who I don't recall ever hearing about, much less ever meeting the guy) and left a house [and whatnot] behind in Panama City. (My mom remembers him, but apparently I don't.) She said that he was the "last Sullivan of the family" (I guess if you consider it strictly from a "male line" view), so Sandra (the older sister) is handling [at the least, from what I can recall--I'm fuzzy already, can you tell my memory sucks yet?] the sale of his house, and the proceeds from the sale will be divvied up as how I'm going to state below.

I'm not aware of or having been told of any living direct children or a wife or anything, so I'm assuming it's going to be split up to 4 ways between my grandfather's living children (my two aunts), my uncle Dave's wife (who was left a widow), and me (since, my parents were divorced and I'm his next-of-kin). When I mentioned the news to my mom, she mentioned that the house wasn't very big, so when I just a little bit ago looked at average housing prices for houses on the small size, I figured at the *very* least I could probably look forward to receiving $15k. I was told it may come quick, it may not-- could take up to a year, depends. I apparently have to do something concerning probate, and that Sandra will front the fee associated with it until the come from the sale of the house (which I'll have to repay, but whatever, as long as the fee isn't outrageous).

I feel more okay talking about this here, mostly since hardly anyone reads my LJ. It's just aside from what I stated in the beginning, most people are aware on some level how others flock to you when they hear about cash windfalls like this, you know?
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(no subject) [Sep. 16th, 2010|08:38 pm]
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Saw this on Facebook--apparently written as a "letter to the editor"... I'm only sharing this because I simply want to see what everyone's thoughts are on this. No flame wars, please. ;-)

This is a young physician by the name of Dr. Roger Starner Jones. His short two-paragraph letter to the White House accurately puts the blame on a "Culture Crisis" instead of a "Health Care Crisis"..

It's worth a quick read:

Dear Mr. President:
During my shift in the Emergency Room last night, I had the pleasure of evaluating a patient whose smile revealed an expensive shiny gold tooth, whose body was adorned with a wide assortment of elaborate and costly tattoos, who wore a very expensive brand of tennis shoes and who chatted on a new cellular telephone equipped with a popular R&B ringtone.

While glancing over her patient chart, I happened to notice that her payer status was listed as "Medicaid"! During my examination of her, the patient informed me that she smokes more than one pack of cigarettes every day, eats only at fast-food take-outs, and somehow still has money to buy pretzels and beer. And, you and our Congress expect me to pay for this woman's health care? I contend that our nation's "health care crisis" is not the result of a shortage of quality hospitals, doctors or nurses. Rather, it is the result of a "crisis of culture" a culture in which it is perfectly acceptable to spend money on luxuries and vices while refusing to take care of one's self or, heaven forbid, purchase health insurance. It is a culture based in the irresponsible credo that "I can do whatever I want to because someone else will always take care of me". Once you fix this "culture crisis" that rewards irresponsibility and dependency, you'll be amazed at how quickly our nation's health care difficulties will disappear.

If you agree...pass it on.
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Old friends [Sep. 16th, 2010|01:55 am]
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 During the summer, I ran into boatloads (if not all) of the people I grew up with as a young kid and had lost touch with for several years [usually due to moving]-- one as long as 20 years ago [when we were like, 5].

I know in situations like this, obviously people have made connections with many other people, and perhaps have too many friends and/or family to keep track of and in touch with. I understand, I can totally relate.

But sometimes I can't help but feel frustrated when I seem to be more willing to (re-)forge a stronger connection between any one of us again, and they may either not care enough to or are just simply to busy to. Who knows.
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