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Name: Tia Renee
Country: United States
State: California
Metro: Tracy
Birthday: 12/1/1987
Gender: Female
Interests: Shawn(sexy beast that he is), hentai (pervytia), making up new words, making (up) new friends, chillin' like a villian, chocolate, various music, French!(the language...woot 3rd year...student), writing stories, drawing, expanding the story that started out Um..Yeah, became A-Sile-Um, and later was called Blood Tree. And don't bank on it staying Blood Tree either. :P Scouting(Girl Scouts and Venture Crew)
Expertise: Working myself down to nothing, between two jobs, school, and three different scouting worlds...
Occupation: Student
Industry: Education/Research
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  Icalia5
Member Since:
4/2/2005
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| I feel ill right now. So, very, very ill.
I can't believe that these people call themselves Christian.I'm hurting so bad right now in my soul.
The Gospel is about love, and these people have perverted it to be about hate.
These are the people who are coming to picket at the graduations of Tracy and West High because of our support of the GSA.
These are people rejoicing in September 11th. In AIDS. In the deaths of victims of brutality based on sexuality.
And they're doing it in MY God's name.
It hurts like very little has in all of my life, because I AM
Christian. Lutheran denomination. I've known I was bisexual since
seventh or eigth grade, and since approximately two years, I've been
open about it. It confuses people sometimes...the idea of me with
anyone other than Shawn often does that.
I do not think I will go to Hell for that...nor any one else. Fuck, I
don't even think non-Christians who've lead lives of Faith in
something, in some greater voice will find a Heaven of their own. Fuck,
even the atheists should have no problem...the bible defines Hell as
eternity without Jeses...atheists won't give a shit about that.
I'm just so sad that people like that exist. That they are so filled
with hate makes me feel...retchid. I can't hate them at all...it's not
what I want to be. I just don't want to see so much hate.
I'm going to dye some carnations on the morning of graduation, and hand them out to the protestors...Fight hate with kindness.
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| Fanime is closing in on us. XD I'm excited, but I'm freaking out. We
haven't raised ANY money yet. We need to, really badly. Ah
well...whatever happens I guess. The rooms are gonna boil down to a
little over $40 a person for three nights in a hotel, so that's not
that bad at all.
Today's my second to last AP exam, so I really should get dressed and
ready for it. I'm just so glad I don't have to go to school today. ^_^
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| Go see Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy.
That's all I really need to say about that, I think. It was DAMN good. :) So vamoose. Enjoy.
I<3 Marvin.
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| Prom!
What is there not to say about prom? It was utterly fantasmic, and the
only thing that sucked was high-heels and the fact that I really felt
ill while we were at Denny's.
I had been camping overnight from Friday to Saturday with the Venture
Crew, and my Dad drove me back into town around 12:40. I had
approximately an hour to shower, get dressed in a button down shirt and
blow-dry my hair, as well as grab lunch.
Then he dropped me off at my mom's hair salon, and she did my hair, and
then my nails. OMG. I have decided that fake nails suck a lot. XD They
drove me nuts, because my mom didn't cut them at all, so I had
excessively long nails that I had to prevent from causing a run in my
leggings.
Then we drove home, and Shawn showed up early! That jerk. XD I had to
run upstairs, and get dressed and do my make-up, fast. My Dad
distracted him as mom and I ran back and forth across the hallway
trying to get stuff done. Then, when I was finally done getting ready,
I went downstairs, and there was a barrage of photography. That was
really fun. I'll post some of them online soon.
Then we dropped by Shawn's Nana's house to show Emmy my dress and hair,
and then we were off to Stockton. We went to the Ghinghiss Khan's
Mongolian Bar & Grill. The food was really great there. I'd go back
again really soon, actually, if it was a little more conveniant.
Anyway, when we were done with dinner, we still had like...three hours
before the dance, and the drive from Stockton to Tracy is maybe only a
half hour long. So we hopped over to Sherwood mall and checked a card
shop and a video game store out for a bit, and I watched Shawn play VR
Robots or something like that, one of the awesomest games to watch him
play.
After that, we drove back to Tracy, and went to RG Internet Outpost. I
played Diablo II, and he played Counter Strike. It was surprisingly
fun. And of course, we were the best dressed couple there. Only couple.
Only girl. XD That was fun.
It was about eight o'clock then, and we got going to the prom part,
which was at the Tracy Ballroom. The dance was set up beautifully. The
theme was "Rendez-vous in Paris". Again I say, the set up was
absolutely beautiful. We took pictures, etc.
We left about a half an hour early to beat the traffic, and went to
Denny's. Unfortunately, when we went to Denny's, I started to feel ill,
so I didn't really enjoy that part of the evening.
And that's all there is to say. *bow*
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| You ever really try not to give someone a victory? To hold up against
insults and barrages? I learned today that I'm not ready for it. When
we were walking home (my brother and I), we were randomly accosted by
these four black chicks for no apparent reason. They harrassed us,
threw rocks at us, and approached us for no apparent reason. They made
it seem like we started it, and when I pulled Arron away(he was ready
to hit one of them), they followed us a bit more and started yelling
insults at me about the way I dressed, the way I looked, and I feel so
horrible right now. I feel horrible for letting them have this victory
over me. I wish I had Shawn with me then...they wouldn't have done
anything with him around. God. I feel like shit.
Next time, the entry'll be about a prom and how great it was, so don't worry.
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