1. Mo, because it's the first two letters of my first name.
2. Riah, because it's the last four letters of my first name.
3. Whore, because certain someones are jealous of my fantastic cleavage.

tags: nickname, writer's block

 I usually get pissed at everyone and everything. Then I chain smoke and binge eat.

I don't handle stress very well :'(

tags: bad, mood, writer's block

We used to make dinner together. She would put on a mix tape or shuffle on her stereo and we'd dance around, singing at the top of our lungs as we cooked. And that's the ONLY really good memory I think I have of my mother :(

tags: memory, mother, mother's day, writer's block

When will some asshole learn to listen? I want some opinions about this, it's not a personal post.

How many times have I been in a debate and said "I concede" when I realized someone had a better argument? Does no one realize that it's perfectly fine to be wrong? People get so fucking angry when people point out that they are wrong, and they'll do anything to stay right as long as possible, even if it means making an idiot of themselves.

Why do people have this NEED to be right about everything. I'm wrong about so many things. I can accept that. I have my beliefs, but I know those could be proven wrong any time. I get annoyed when I'm wrong, who doesn't, but why do people get to the point where they are insulting others, being nasty, making complete morons of themselves? Wouldn't it be easier to just let it go?

So many people preach to let it go. And they have no actions to show that they follow this. HUGE pet peeve....hypocricy. Preaching and not doing what you preach. Drives me NUTS. But I have not found one person on this earth, including myself, that does not have some hypocrisy in them.

Life drives me nuts with how fucked up it is. I've found so much struggle in learning to accept things. I found it. I can do it most of the time. Why can't anyone else find the strength to do that? Yeah, it was hard, but I thought I was better off till I found I was in a huge minority. I'm in a world of selfish bastards and stupid, selfish assholes. Yeah, thanks Captain Obvious, I know. But I'm so fucking sick of it.

Why does it have to be this way? I hate the answer "Because it is." I want to know WHY. And I'm pretty sure no one knows.

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Ever have that feeling that you're totally alone in something? Yeah.

mood: pissed off

My sister ran a cheese grater up and down my arm.

NO WAIT! That was like...one of the earlier times, but the first time my mother left me alone, her boyfriend at the time beat the hell out of me, raped me, and threatened to kill me.

Yeah. I was four.

tags: home alone, writer's block

It's my birthday. Seriously. 19 years old.

I'm pretty amused because my mother (whose birthday it also is) gave me a $20 wrapped in pretty yellow string, a bag full of butterfingers, and some cat food. It was pretty amazing.

I also got a giant brownie with cream cheese frosting for my cake, Sweeney Todd, some random stuff, and I'm going to dinner with my grandmother, father, and boyfriend tonight at Applebee's. I totally crave their oriental chicken salad, so that's fabulous.

Well, the reason this is public is because I have a question for people:

Why is our birthday so important? I imagine, myself, because we're celebrating the fact that we survived another year, or perhaps we're just celebrating our mere existance on a convenient day (y'know...when we started existing). But is it really necessary to get all the gifts? I ask because I don't get that much per gifts. A good dinner...a little money...but when I was younger there wasn't that much. It was never particularly important for me to get presents. Is it really important that people recognize your birthday and celebrate it with presents? Or is there something more to it?

Ah, I may be babbling. I blame the sugar rush. Brownieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees.

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location: my uber-comfy Salvo couch mood: bouncy music: Sweeney Todd soundtrack

I'd travel between Ireland and Egypt, visiting all the ancient places in both and experiencing my history (I have both in my lineage and interest). I'd also play a helluva lot of video games ^_^

tags: where in the world, writer's block

 A WB, a personal post, and now this. And yes, I used this userpic not too long ago. But I have a question.

Why the FUCK do people censor the word God? They go G*d. or G**. Or something else that is completely unnecessary.

Is his name a curseword? Are you disrespecting him by typing his name? This makes no sense to me. Would someone kindly explain?

There isn't a whole lot. Staying home from class just puts me behind and stresses me out. Food no longer tastes as good. I think the best frickin' part about being sick is that I get to play video games ALL DAY and no one can say I'm being lazy or useless...I can't very well do anything else, can I? ;)

mood: drained tags: sick day, writer's block

We were discussing free will vs. determinism today...and whenever I tried to express my opinion, I got interrupted. So...what the fuck. I expect to be able to discuss and debate in this class, but apparently not.

My theory, I think, is pretty sound. Most people don't believe in free will--there's a whole lot of cases against it. Determinism seems to make more sense. Well, here's my theory.

Before I get into it--yes, determinism can be supported by Newtonian physics, but they are outdated. Quantum physics are more modern and reliable.

Libertarians (I count myself one of them) believe in the Quantum theories...if Y follows X, and X is true, there is only a <i>probability</i> that Y is also true. Newtonian physics say that Y must be true if it follows the true X. Not the case. There is an infitesimal probability...yes, microscopic, but existant.

Apply this to free will vs. determinism. Most of our actions would be determined, with only a tiny part of our actions (say one in a thousand) being a result of free will. So...we only act freely once every thousand times? No. Our body performs thousands, even millions, of actions every day. My heart beats 80 times a minute. I breath in and out once every four seconds. I blink about 15 times a minute. Imagine all that, plus every other function of my body...cells regenerating, digesting, hair growing, sweating, and the nerve receptions from things I can't control, like the loud music in the apartment next door or my cat purring on my leg. I can control none of these functions--they are DETERMINED. Thus, every action I take outside of these functions is a result of my free will. My involuntary actions are determined. My voluntary actions, which are far fewer in number, are free. Writing this entry is a good example. I didn't have to. But I am, of my own choice. And think about it...of all the thousands and millions of things our bodies do every <i>hour</i> and the very few concious choices we make in that time...apparently, our choices are borne of free will...only our bodily processes are determined. Thus, we are free.

Also...keep in mind...the body and the mind are two different things. To sum it up...our bodies are determined...but our minds are uncontrolled and self-willed.

Let me know what you think of this.

location: the apartment mood: contemplative music: "Somebody to Love" by Queen

They are kind of cliche ones, but more specific...my coffee table HAS to be squared with the couch and the rug, and the same for those objects as well. And I HATE text talk. I HATE HATE HATE that stuff. I don't mind things like "lol" but I can't stand abbreviating words like "you" into "u." How fucking hard is it to type three letters.

GAH. Now I'm all annoyed. Stupid WB...>(

tags: neurotic behavior, writer's block

I imagine it's because I'm a sarcastic jerk who laughs at the inferior.

I now assume you've joined the ranks ;)

tags: getting along, writer's block