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Saturday, 11 July 2009

  • Should we legalize marijuana? Why or why not?

    Definitely not.

    If anyone has been keeping up with the records, the most commonly used drugs by teenagers are those that are legal, since they're "easily attainable". Now, usually, I have this attitude in which if a teenager uses drugs, gets busted and becomes a loser, I would think: 'Well, SOMEONE has to flip burgers. It's their fault for making a poor decision.'

    However, I'm just tired of stoners all over the place. Sure, it should be accessed to those who need it, but t's only used for a pain-killer, why not just prescribe stronger pain-killers?

    I will relate this to one of my life experiences. It was a few weeks before high school was over, and I guy I knew invited me to his birthday party. Knowing he was a stoner, and knowing how many people he invited, I declined. However, two GIRLS told me I should go, that I HAD to go. I was beyond pissed, because I know they wanted me there for one reason: They didn't want to be the only ones sober at what's basically a "pot party". I told them they DIDN'T have to go, and god knows I sure didn't want to. However, they convinced me because Joe was going. He was the most awesome guy I knew, and he's sober, so I thought, 'FINE!'.

    Walked in, SO MANY PEOPLE. You guys should know that the only parties I like going to, are parties that have good, clean fun, with a close-knit group of people. I can't STAND big parties. Anyway, after a while there about 70% of the room's population retreated to the bathroom to do you-know-what. Poor Joe had to go to the bathroom, but everyone was fucking SMOKING. I stayed in the corner with the two girls, not doing anything besides being BORED out of my MIND. The whole night was just LAME. And when I finaly got the courage to play Rock Band with the other sober kids, the high people decided, "OH MY GAWD! LET'S LISTEN TO MUSIC OBNOXIOUSLY LOUD AND DANCE!"
    We couldn't hear ourselves play. So we eventually gave up on playing and did nothing..again.

    Then, we actually found a corner where the sobers (which is like...6 of us in a party of 30-40 people) played Super Smash Brothers: Brawl. I got home at three, getting a ride from the Girls' mom. Now, you may be wondering, 'What does this have to do with Medical Marijuanna?'

    I'll tell you: The mother of the "birthday boy" has been prescribed medical marijuanna, and stuck it in her cooking to distribute to the "party-goers". She's probably half the reason the majority of the party was high. The reason she did it: She figured that doing drugs is part of "growing up".

    What kind of stupid excuse is THAT!? The reason she thinks it's "alright" is because she's trying to be one of those 'hip' parents and decide, "Since I was always high in the 60's, I want my son to be too!"

    Not only will teenagers have access to marijuanna, but if they have a parent who is prescribed it, they might take it from them or worse: Have the parent be the reason their kid is on drugs in the first place. The birthday boy's mother fed him POT-BROWNIES at the age of FIVE.

    Do you REALLY want this to happen to the nation's children? No entrepreneurs , no leaders, just a butt-load of lazy people flipping burgers?

    I don't think so, but then again, SOMEONE has to "have it their way".

    - Kunoichi

       

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Tuesday, 07 July 2009

  • COUGHCOUGH!

    I'm sick.

    I'm guessing I caught it from my brother. I didn't sleep last night because I was trying NOT to throw up in my sleeping bag. Uh, so I moved to the couch and sleep through the day. Strangely enough, summer makes me nocturnal. I'm more active at night than at day time >>.

    I've noticed that Aiko commented on some of my posts, and I would like to apologize because I tend to use Xanga as a way to vent out frustrations. I typically act like a happy moron. Lately though, I've been acting more like an asshole, which I like, but it's a double-edged sword.

    Yesterday...I think it was yesterday. My Tio Denis was throwing a party for the Nicaragua vs. Mexico game. Everyone in our family is Nicaragüenze, so naturally, we rooted for Mexico. Any Nicaragüenze with common sense knows that Nicaragua SUCKS at soccer. We're a BASEBALL country! Usually, I don't go to parties. When I bumped into my cousin Lucy, she shat bricks.


    "WOW Karina! You NEVER come to the parties unless you're FORCED to!"

    Which is true. My reason for coming was because I have no food at home, and my Tio Denis is a chef who made hella food. Win, win. However, HERE'S the part where being an asshole was a double-edge sword, I tried to ignore my cousin Fernando, but inevitably, I ran into him as I was leaving. I didn't wanna tell him I was going to Hawaii, so I didn't say anything.

    Fernando: "...Where are you going for college?"
    Me: *mumble* "I dunno..."
    Fernando: "Have you considered City Colle-"
    Me: "- NOOOOO!!!!"

    I fail. Especially because he goes to City College. Lulz. I didn't mean to snap, but when I think of "City College", or when someone mentions it to me, I think about all the over-weight, stereotypical, uneducated, truant, pot-smoking, poor-excuses as a productive human-being at SOTA who goes to City College because they couldn't get into a REAL SCHOOL. When someone mentions it to me, I feel like I am put into a GROUP with the people I despise the most. I worked hard, I got a 3.14 as my final GPA, I was hardly EVER absent! To be placed into a group with those losers feel like you might as well have spat a loogie in my face..

    It's insulting.

    Bright side, hella good chicken. Down side, constipation.

    There's no FOOD at my house. I resorted to eating Corn Pops. CORN POPS! They're like..tiny pieces of yellow-painted STYROFOAM that claims to be EDIBLE. Guh!

    I'm planning on getting a job!


    ....I'm serious.


    ...Stop laughing! I mean it this time! D:

    I'm thinking of doing an internship at the LYRIC center, it pays 10 bucks an hour. Unlike my LAST internship, they didn't pay me JACK. Bastards. I dunno how to act around teenagers since I have ephebiphobia. Let's hope I don't have to interact with many people.

    It's almost 4 a.m and I'm literally this close to collapsing on my keyboard.

    Let's hope I get better tomorrow and that I'll be able to sleep without vomiting.

    LOVE YOU GUYS! And thanks for the happy comments, once I get into HTIC, all I have to worry about it passing the JLPT or the EJU exams! Yay!

    -Kunoichi

    <3

Thursday, 02 July 2009

  • Flip-flops! Pancakes! And other terms for CONSTANTLY CHANGING YOUR MIND!

    GAH!

    I seriously hope this is official. My dad has urged me to go to Hawaii Tokai to study Japanese and then leave. Which is awesome, since that means I can actually go to Japan. Whee!

    However, now that I feel secure with this decision, the doubters come in. My cousin Fernando probably thinks that I'm "stupid" for rejecting a university to go to what he calls a "city college". First of all, SVA is NOT a university, it's just an art school. That's ALL they teach....ART! And Hawaii Tokai is not a community college, in fact, I don't even know what it is. I think it's a trade school, but I'm not sure. Point is, I'm trying to learn a language, and it's a step into reaching my goal. Plus, I think I'll be able to handle Hawaiians better than up-tight New Yorkers.
    I just hate it though. I don't know what I really want in life, and whenever I feel like I've made the right choice for myself, someone else is always telling me I'm making the wrong one, and that I'm going to become a loser in the end.

    With so many people pointing at different directions, how the HELL am I supposed to know which way to choose!? GAH! Hell, even I know that my brother believes I'm lowering myself because when we got into this argument, he says he's going to make something of himself, unlike me because I'm just going to be one of those losers who go to city college.

    Ouch.

    I often get scolded at for being "unrealistic", and I have to admit, I do tend to think more on the 'improbable' than 'reality'. That is why I space out a lot.

    I feel kind of..sad. I'm the oldest sibling, yet I can't do shit on my own, I don't know shit about me, I let people boss me around, and I wouldn't know what to do unless someone told me. It's guaranteed that my brother will be better than I am. He's already stronger than me, and admitting that to myself led me to a long period of depression. But admitting that your younger sibling will be better than you in every single way?

    What's the point of living if you won't contribute anything USEFUL to society or yourself?

    And yes folks, again, suicide is an option. I should probably mention that I suffer from bipolar disorder, and not a day goes by when I DON'T think about killing myself..

    Even if I find a job in animation overseas, they'll only pay me 10,000 dollars a year. I actually considered moving after I'm done with school. To London or something. Europe treats their workers better >>

    And again, I have mentioned, I am a dreamer. Because if I took time to admit to myself that everything I wanted to do was impossible, then what would be the point in living?

    - Kunoichi

    P.S: Thanks to all of you for posting such positive comments on my last post. No matter how corny the "follow your dreams" thing sounds, it's probably the only thing in life I'm willing to try.

Tuesday, 30 June 2009

  • F My College Life

    I haven't been sleeping well.

    I blame this college crap.

    If I had the money, I could've gone to Hawaii Tokai, but we don't, so I didn't go. In the end, I made my decision with School of Visual Arts. However, it's hard work even trying to pay the ENROLLMENT fee.

    My cousin Fernando tried to contact my brother saying that I'm going to fail. That I don't know my stepping stones.

    Well you know what? NO ONE in my household has been to college! So I don't know what to do! They're aren't worried if I go or not, so they aren't telling me what to do, or care where I go! The thing is, paying for it is a bitch. They don't know what a loan is and just, a part of me doubts I'll EVER go to college. I need to talk to my mom about helping pay the enrollment fee, because my dad can't do it alone. He's bankrupted.

    I still want to go to Kogakuin, but I have to learn to be realistic: dreams only come true for those who have the money. I don't.

    However, I'll admit that School of Visual Arts is worth more than my mom's annual salary, I would still rather go there than a CSU.

    Well, if I end up failing at life, I'll just kill myself.

    Problem solved.

    Fuck this shit.

    -Kunoichi

Friday, 26 June 2009

  • Oh god.

    Today I was reading a yaoi doujinshi and the uke (bottom) had this dick SHOVED down his throat and he was COVERED in sperm! It EXPLODED..like..ALL OVER his FACE! He was practically BATHING in the stuff and at one point, he passed out and the seme (top) was carrying him home. Suddenly, the uke started foaming at the mouth and these giant sperm balloons came out and flew to the sky.

    ..That was the first time I laughed reading yaoi for an ENTIRELY different reason.

    ...

    -Kunoichi

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