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The Fifth Poison [userpic]

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July 7th, 2009 (02:31 am)

I cleaned my room, got my oil changed, and wore make up tonight. It was a pretty good feeling all around.

A couple of pictures )

Also, here is this meme. I've done it before, but I'm doing it again. Circle jerk!

One little compliment can make you feel amazing. So give me a compliment, anything in the entire world, even that my shoelaces are pretty. Put this in your journal. And once you get some comments, put that entry in a memory or tag and when you are feeling down, just go to that entry and this will remind you how great you are.

Comments are screened so only I will know what is said, or if no one feels like catering to my demands. I hope that I did this in a way that still allows anonymous.

The Fifth Poison [userpic]

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June 19th, 2009 (01:04 am)


If you are reading this right now, you have more luxury than someone in Iran could ever hope for right now. If you are watching TV or a video on youtube, updating your status on Facebook, Tweeting, or even texting your friend, you are lucky. If you are safe in your home, and were able to sleep last night without the sounds of screaming from the rooftops, you need to know and understand what is happening to people just like you in Iran right now.



They are not the enemy. They are a people whose election has been stolen. For the first time in a long time, a voice for change struck the youth of Iran, just as it did for many people in the United States only seven months ago. Hossein Mousavi gained the support of millions of people in Iran as a Presidential candidate. He stands for progressiveness. He supports good relations with the West, and the rest of the world. He is supported with fervor as he challenges the oppressive regime of Mahmoud Ahmadinejad.

On Friday, millions of people waited for hours in line to vote in Iran's Presidential election. Later that night, as votes came in, Mousavi was alerted that he was winning by a two-thirds margin. Then there was a change. Suddenly, it was Ahmadinejad who had 68% of the vote - in areas which have been firmly against his political party, he overwhelmingly won. Within three hours, millions of votes were supposedly counted - the victor was Ahmadinejad. Immediately fraud was suspected - there was no way he could have won by this great a margin with such oppposition. Since then, reports have been coming in of burned ballots, or in some cases numbers being given without any being counted at all. None of this is confirmed, but what happened next seems to do the trick.



The people of Iran took the streets and rooftops. They shout "Death to the dictator" and "Allah o akbar." They join together to protest. Peacefully. The police attack some, but they stay strong. Riots happen, and the shouting continues all night. Text messaging was disabled, as was satellite, and websites which can spread information such as Twitter, Facebook, Youtube, and the BBC are blocked in the country. At five in the morning, Arabic speaking soldiers (the people of Iran speak Farsi) stormed a university in the capital city of Tehran. While sleeping in their dormitories, five students were killed. Others were wounded. These soldiers are thought to have been brought in by Ahmadinejad from Lebanon. Today, 192 of the university's faculty have resigned in protest.

Mousavi requested that the government allow a peaceful rally to occur this morning - the request was denied. Many thought that it would not happen. Nevertheless, first a few thousand people showed up in the streets of Tehran. At this point, it is estimated that 1 to 2 million people were there. Mousavi spoke on the top of a car. The police stood by. For a few hours, everything was peaceful. Right now, the same cannot be said. Reports of injuries, shootings, and killings are flooding the internet. Twitter has been an invaluable source - those in Iran who still know how to access it are updating regularly with picture evidence. People are being brutally beaten. Tonight will be another night without rest for so many in Iran no older than I am. Tonight there is a Green Revolution.


For more information:
PICTURES:
here and here
NEW INFORMATION:
Here - near constant updates
Here - ONTD_political live post
ON TWITTER:
@StopAhmadi, @ProtesterHelp


دنیارابگوییدچطورآنهاانتخاباتمان دزدیده اند
Tell the world how they have stolen our election


- original post by [info]one_hoopy_frood
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The Fifth Poison [userpic]

This is the closest you'll get to a con report.

I was going to post these, and explain each stupid picture. But there are so many that the best you'll get is them in chronological order. If you're lucky. Watch out. This is intensely picture heavy. And if you have any questions about any specific pictures, please ask. Not all can be explained, but I can try.

Teaser:

A-kon 20 Picture Post )

The Fifth Poison [userpic]

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December 10th, 2008 (01:46 am)
drunk

feeling: drunk

why do I ever dirnk? ALl it ever does is casue problems.

Oh.

Right.

Escapism.

OLOLOLOLOLOLOlOL

The Fifth Poison [userpic]

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You know when things just keeping getting ridiculously worse, and all of a sudden it circles around from being horribly depressing to just being depressingly funny. Because it's just that ridiculous.

Haha, wow, my life.

Okay, so. Forrest moves out. That's mega depressing. But hey, at least I can make my room mine. Only, I can't. Because lots of his and Nile's stuff is still here. Okay. I try to deal with that. Then the AC starts leaking directly into my room, making me have to tear it apart and rip up the carpet. Forrest comes down for a night and takes all of his stuff that he cares to. Dad tries to fix AC. Realizes that he'll really just have to replace it. It's too far gone. Who knows when they'll be able to afford that. So my room is in horrible, soggy disarray for who knows how long.

I decide to go back to school. After quite a few road bumps, I manage to get enrolled and start going. Only, I owe them 3,000 dollars by November, or else. I try to get financial aid, but I'm awarded nothing. Right now I've been asked to be put on a list to see if I'll get an award. According to the guy I talked to, it is only a maybe as to whether or not I'll be awarded anything. And I won't even know when or if I'll get anything until an undisclosed amount of time. This means that I'm holding out, hoping for financial aid, not knowing if I'll get anything. If I don't get anything, I have to take a private loan out, which will end up with me paying about 5,000 dollars for this semester. And I can't just drop out now and cut my book related losses. Because Nile's fafsa said I was also going to school, I need to stay in school. If I drop out, it affects how much money he gets. And he is broke and working and trying to go to school, too.

Tonight dad's transmission just died. This is absolutely terrible for our family. It's the only car among the three of us (me, my dad, my mom) right now. My parents are flat broke, so I offered up my down payment savings for the 2009 Fit that they should get in September to help fix it up once he can get it looked at. This is something that needs to be taken care of for our family immediately. And aside from the gigantic monetary problem this causes, there are also issues like, "How are people getting to work and school?"

This leads into another thing. This is really little, but... ah. So, Tokio Hotel is playing in Houston. Rich and I got tickets, super excited to see them. Somehow both of us confused the 28th for this Friday, not this Thursday. So both of us made sure to get this Friday, not this Thursday covered (even though I kept saying "Friday the 28th", and no one noticed anything wrong with that). My boss told me to go anyway, and that she would work the shift alone, because I was looking forward to it. Rich can't go, and I have no idea how I'll even get there. Obviously it's not worth it to try to go, and I should just work my shift with all of that together. It's a little, thing, obviously. Really trivial. But I think it's pretty good icing on this cake.

I swear, this year is a test of endurance and strength of character. Granted, I don't have it nearly as hard as some people. But still. Really, the universe? Really?

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