Rants from a Cynical Raven











Hey there everyone!! So, new month, new entry, new stuff!!!!!

I am finally getting off of my ass and re-applying to college for the Fall Semester!! I’ve registered to be a full time student and I’m going to be working as well!! Of course even this simple task wasn’t had with out difficulties. So the college I’m going to set my registration date for August 6th……classes start the 23rd….so you can see how I was feeling like I was under a time crunch and freaking out a little. So I’m at work on the 6th waiting for my time to come up and trying to help customers at the same time. Luckily my co-worker, we’ll call him “Fry”, was there to take most of the customers while I registered. Everything’s ok, right? NOPE!! NEVER IS!! XD!! So I register and suddenly the page tells me that I can’t register cause I don’t have the proper “HS form” ……………………………………..FFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!……..What the hell is an “HS form”??!?!?! So I call Admissions & Records to find out…………………..they’re closed on Fridays…..won’t be open till Monday……FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!! So all weekend I’m spazing out, I NEED these classes to keep my insurance!! So this morning I called them up and asked them what the hell an HS form is, she says that it’s a form I need to fill out for graduating High School. I asked her why I needed to fill that out again, she says “Well did you just graduate?” I said “No, I graduated 7 years ago…and filled out the HS Form 7 years ago…” she says “…………………………………………………….oh” =D So even though they fucked up and their computers screwed me over they’re not doing anything about it. I’m now registered for 1 class, and wait-listed for 3 more……joy…

In other news!!! THE D’ESPAIRSRAY CONCERT WAS AMAZING!!!! WOHFAKDJGSLJDGALJORIEHOIERNGL!! I was right in front with some of my buddies!! They have so much freaking energy and the entire time I was moving, jumping, singing, screaming, I was covered in sweat by the end of the show!! I got to touch ZERO’s bass and Dr. Sweet had a “bro hand grab” with Hizumi. I met some super amazing people in line, and I’ve become friends with them and I’m excited to have some new people in my life to share JRock with ❤ So while we’re in line (we’d been there since about 4 in the morning) tour buses started showing up and taking pictures and video of all of us…like we were animals in a zoo. It was really annoying and by that afternoon I was so done with it all. I swore that the next tour bus that came by I was going to chase it down like the wild animal that they thought I was……..lucky for you my friend had the camera rolling:

I’m also going to the Dir en grey concert in September, hope to see you there!!!

So August 18th is my birthday, ya’ll!! I am apparently going to 2 different parties for this and my family wants a third for themselves to celebrate with me XDD I’m super excited and just not sure what to think of it all XDDD College, friends, concerts, this is the best birthday month so far, EVER!! I can’t wait to share my excitement with everyone ^^ TIL NEXT TIME!

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God I hate stupid people...Stupid people, love ’em or hate ’em…me? I hate ’em like a boss. Case in point I love people that come up to me at work and tell me (not ask) that I am going to give them a 2nd race for free…then they stare at me bewildered while I’m laughing. I love questions like “Hi, I was wondering what the wait time was for Tuesday 3 weeks from now?” (True story) People wonder why I get so much enjoyment out of comments like these…Now, my mother likes to defend these people (why I’ll never know) by saying things like “Oh, they just mean is it typically busy on those days”  No, mother, they are not…if they were asking that question they would have said something to the effect of “What is the wait time like on Tuesdays?” or “How busy is it Tuesday?” not “3 weeks from now” that is just being stupid, I don’t care who you are. Sorry folks, contrary to popular belief I do not know everything and my crystal ball isn’t working right now.

Foreigners…I have a love hate relationship with them. Now am I racist? No. Far from it, but before you decide I am, let me explain. I love people of all cultures, I really do despite my “I hate people” general attitude. However, when I am working, and you come up to me speaking Iranian, Spanish, French, or what have you…and then get angry at me because I can’t understand you, that is YOUR bad, not mine. I don’t go to Mexico, France, or Iran expecting you to speak English and then scream at you because you don’t speak my language in your country. Now I don’t hate people that don’t speak English…every one has to start some where and there are a lot of languages that I don’t speak, but don’t get pissed at me because you’re in my country and I can’t understand your language. I also love it when people start talking about me in their language and don’t think I know they are talking about me…news flash, I know.

HELLZ YEAH!!!In other news, WHO IS WATCHING THE WORLD CUP?!?!?!? Well I am and that’s all that matters. Really, though, who is watching? Are you as freaking excited as I am? Ok, here are my thoughts…so America is doing a lot better than  thought. Despite all the ties and the win at the end, I’m actually still impressed with it. I honestly didn’t think we were going to make it into the 2nd round but here we are!! WHOO!! USA!!! USA!!! Also, Korea (South) is doing REALLY well, I’ve been really impressed with them so far and I’m cheering them on!! GO KOREA!! DAE HAN MIN GUK!!!!!!! A team I’m actually disappointed with is Italy…Mother Italia…..why? Why are you so bad this year? You used to be my favorite T.T Le sigh…oh well, let’s see what round two brings!!! WHOOP WHOOP!!

The God of the Drums himselfSo EXCITED!!! Next week The Yoshiki foundation (run by none other than Yoshiki of X Japan, my personal drumming idol) is holding a charity event that I’m going to. They are raising money for the Meals on Wheels foundation and the Grammy foundation and having a big ass party to start it off!! OW!! I’m seriously really excited about this event. There’s going to be music, fashion shows, raffles, all kinds of stuff. Believe it or not I’m really big into the “Meals on Wheels” foundation and all it does. If you guys want to know more about the foundation or you wanna help out please visit their website here!! I’m going there with my buddy Dr. Sweet, we got our invitations and we’re heading up there early to make sure we get front row to whatever is happening XD

One of the things Dr. sweet and I are srsly excited about at this charity event is the h.NAOTO fashion show that’s going to be held sometime that evening. h.NAOTO is one of our favorite designers for Japanese fashion and if I was smaller cause I’m just too much to handle, baby I’d wear them all the time. I’ve never been to a fashion show, but I was never really interested in American fashion anyway so this will be really exciting for us. Dr. Sweet and I have always wanted to watch a Japanese fashion show (yes it has actually come up in our conversations before) and the fact that this one is on American soil saves us some cash cause I am just too badass to visit Japan just yet.

To wrap things up, I am still playing video games, still playing drums, and am going to the D’espairsRay concert in August, which if you’re cool, I will see you at. Until my next post (whenever that may be cause a girl like me can’t be tied down by commitment. Bam)



Well I will be the first to tell you that I carry some old scars, scars that I should most likely let go of but for some reason can’t. They cling to my underbelly like some parasite and every once in awhile I feel the tug that signifies it’s sucking away a little more of my life.  Yes folks, it’s going to be one of THOSE posts…

Valhalla High School, my Alma Mater. It will always hold a special place in my heart as a school that changed me forever. I don’t mean in a “hooray my life has new meaning everything is so clear to me now” kind of way. I mean a “oh…so this is how fucked up the world is” kind of way. Here, allow me to give you an example. For those of you who know me, this story is familiar to you, skip ahead please.

Back in my Freshman year of high school I used to take the bus back and forth, my home was quite far from school so I had to take several school buses to get to where I wanted to go. Now, before I say anything further I want it known that I have friends from every social group, from every race, every gender, and every religious preference. I have nothing against these people, it just so happens that this group was bad. On this bus I got on, literally there was nothing but Mexicans on one side of the bus, and Arabic speakers on the other side (I don’t really know what background they were from, but I recognized the Arabic, so really they could have been from every where) any who! Towards the back was 1 Asian boy, and I thought to myself “Self,” I said, “let’s go hang with the only other kid that looks like the odd man out!” and so I did. We chatted for a little bit but for the most part left each other alone.

So the other kids start making fun of the Asian kid. Me, being the person that I am, defended him when common sense would have told me to keep my mouth shut. I suppose I said something that struck a nerve with these people, because the next thing I know I’m pulled out of my seat and thrown onto the floor of the bus. I was kicked, pulled, beat, had glass bottles broken on my back, food stuck in my hair and finally they held me down. Don’t ask me to tell you where the hell they got them, but these kids had giant staples. Like, industrial size staples that they shoved into the back of my neck while they held me down. I was let off the bus at the end of my street and I walked home. I don’t really remember much except thinking that my mother was going to kill me because I got blood on my new school clothes. I remember seeing my dad, or some one, at the house and saying that I didn’t want to ride the bus any more. All in all I received 2 bruised ribs, don’t remember if they were cracked, a bloody nose, I still carry scars on my back from the glass bottles and had to have the staples removed by a physician and if you look you will see the puncture marks on my neck.

My mother, needless to say, was furious and held a meeting with the vice-principal and associates. I won’t go into details, but all they did was say “oh that’s too bad” and did nothing else. My life at that school was hell every day ever since. Literally every day was spent either protecting myself or protecting a friend and the school did nothing about it. A girl in my class killed herself because of all the teasing that went on. No one did a thing about it. Why I didn’t go bat-shit-crazy is still a wonder to me but I suppose that I have my friends to thank for that.

Now, this is years later, and I will not lie I still have nightmares about that day. My mother thinks I should let it go but it’s just something I can’t forget. It’s not fair, and no one else should have to deal with what I had to deal with. The school hasn’t gotten any better, either, if what I hear from the kids currently going there is even remotely true. What’s the point of this post? I’m not sure, it’s something that I just can’t let go of, the teachers were for the most part horrible except for a select few that went above and beyond I guess it just makes me sad/angry that this is still going on. I keep trying to think of ways to help.

In other news, a lot of things are starting to come to my attention, things that just make me amazed at the human race. For starters, how about that fucking earthquake on Easter, huh? I’ve lived in the San Diego my whole life (minus a year) and I’ve never experienced a quake that made me run for cover. I was in Ralphs (again, Kroger for all you out-of-towners) taking my cart down the wine and spirits section and at first I thought that I was going over bumpy linoleum. Until a ripple went up the glass bottles and they all started vibrating. I left my cart and ran, literally bottles crashing at my feet until I got to the end of the isle to the milk and eggs laughing my fat ass off. I don’t know if you’ve ever noticed the lights in a super market, but you do when they start swinging back and forth. All I kept thinking was “THEY RAN LIKE GOATS ON FIRE!!” and laughing cause people were freaking out.

Now, was it scary? Sure as fuck was, but I didn’t think it was the end of the world. I didn’t worry about a tsunami, and I didn’t worry too much about aftershocks (though even a week later we’re still feeling some) but people went bat-shit. I have never seen so much mass panic even days later when there really isn’t a cause for panic. At all.

Skip ahead, skip ahead…so people are fucking crazy. I’m sure each of you has something to contribute to that statement, but like it or not the people of this planet are insane. I shall backup my statement with facts.

Fact #1: A Tennessee woman pinned a note to her 7-year-old adopted son back to his home country of Russia alone on a 16 hour flight. BY HIMSELF PEOPLE. Her excuse was that the adoption agency didn’t tell her about his “behavioral problems” and she was misled and didn’t want him any more. Ok…lady…here’s the facts. The kid is 7-years-old, an orphan, comes from another country and more than likely English is not his first language. OF COURSE IT’S GOING TO BE HARD THE FIRST YEAR!! The kid doesn’t understand what’s going on! Not only that but the officials in Russia said that when they would mention the name of the woman the kid would start crying saying she would pull his hair and shit. I’m sorry, that is just straight up, fucked up, people. You don’t want the kid? Fine, there are LEGAL ways to get rid of him. Inform the agency that he isn’t right and arrange for either then to pick him up, or adopt him to another family in the states close-by. You do not, EVER send a child alone on a plane for 16 hours.

Fact #2: Some 14-year-old kid in Russia killed his father by giving him a sledgehammer to the head not once, but twice while his father was sleeping. Why did he do it? Cause his parents had taken away his video games as a punishment. Now the entire world is going to start up on “SEE! VIDEO GAMES MAKE KIDS VIOLENT!!” No, fucktard. They don’t. That kid? He’s just fucked up, plain and simple fucked in the head. I’ve yelled at my parents for taking things away from me, thrown tantrums etc. I have never, will never, and couldn’t ever think of killing them for doing this. I have been playing video games since I was 3-years-old and I do not wish to kill my father with a sledgehammer while he’s sleeping. I know others that are the same way. So why this kid? Cause he’s fucked in the head. You want to know what’s really fucked up? After he killed his father the mom, who was scared out of her head, gave him back his keyboard. The kid played games for several hours before the police came to arrest him.

So what does this all mean? Fuck if I know but the world is starting to be just as fucking crazy as Florida and that is fucking crazy…..



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