-lyorah getting back at dex for hacking twitter-

Yep, dex, thats right, I'm hacking you... sort of...  and yeah...

Wait, what?

why'd he say i was his cuz?

O.O

well maybe i am... perhaps he found family trees...

O_O

but anyway, dex, if ya know, tell me?

friends (or cousins... O_O idk really...)

-clarification needed from dex-

buhbye now...

-lyorah(hacking dex)

hello...

Hello, everyone. I got cancer... and I guess it just has not really sunk in yet.

Nothing.

Has anyone ever considered that nothing is an unproven concept? Today, President Barack Obama was inaugurated. I look out over the white into the crowds... and see nothing.

What was that nothing?

It was the hyped-up media, the cameras and recorders, ready to scribble down and analyze everything said.

It was the hyped-up emotions, inspired by our new president's glittering speech, unspecific and only words.

It was the black truth of our situation, a gaping hole in the world.

We need to act, and act now. Think of our new president. He can not, and will not, do this for us.

We need to do something. Not everything- everything is an unproven concept even more than nothing is.

We need to shut those useless corporations and industries down that keep polluting our air.

We need to shut them up so that we, in THIS generation, are not having to scramble around at the last minute to find answers to what THEY did.

People say this world is a messed-up place.

They are dead wrong, and the biggest idiots (for lack of a better word... hm...) in the known and unknown worlds.

This world is a beautiful place. They are the ones messing it up.

This world is our world. And I do NOT mean "ours" as in "the human race," because most of the human race does not deserve it.

Some do, and those are the people who reuse things, who recycle, who CARE about this world, their family, their descendants, and the rest of their fellow humans.

Those who do not, get out and leave us to fix your mess, because all you will do is destroy it.

Every 3 months Americans trash enough aluminum cans to rebuild the entire U.S. air fleet.

Every second, Americans trash 700 plastic bottles. That's enough to make 2 million fleece sweaters every day.

There are a lot of things you can do, however, and they have more of an impact than people realize. For example, recycling just ONE aluminum can saves enough energy to power a TV for three hours.

What are we going to do? There is a difference. For goodness' sake, people, use your brains! You CAN make a difference. You CAN do something.

Like our single aluminum can.

I look over the white into the crowds... and see nothing.

I see the blank, depressing hole of nothing right in the middle.

What do we do? This hole is in the crowds, it exists in all of us... and it is about to penetrate our entire world.

And no one cares.

I look over the white into the crowd... and see something.

I see the hope not of our country, not of our nation, not of our world... but of it and its people. We are ready to stand up for what we believe in. We are ready to face down the challenges we have before us... and we are ready to win.

What do we do? We fill this hole in not with our hope, nor power, but our determination to win.

Oh, and Lyorah? Thanks for typing this for me... while I sat there and dictated what to type.

Do I use conjunctions?

It has just occurred to me, and a few other people, that I seldom use conjunctions (isn't, aren't, don't, etc...). Do I? It is surprising- oh, there, I did not use a conjunction. And again, there.

I have a migraine...

I have a migraine, and it is not going away. Lights are not helping either...

Random weird stuff.

Then again, my whole blog is about random weird stuff. Ah well.

Status report: Computer running on backup energy, need to get wall charger.

Chemistry report written, but not typed.

Music going all funny and my speakers need to be rewired... I will do that later.

Ah, it is the edited weird background. (I set my background to change every few minutes.)

Update on languages I speak: Russian, English, Spanish, a bit of Dutch and Irish language but it is complicated, and someone is now teaching me Hebrew.

How do you write Russian transliteration in English? I fluently speak both languages and I do not know. I mean, Zdrastvytye is the closest I can get to how to say hello, and it still sounds more like Sdras-ti. Or Zdras-ti. But I guess the natural Russian accent is something native English speakers might not acquire. I am having a hard enough time talking without a Russian accent and just typing on an English keyboard...

Does anyone read this blog? Just wondering.

And friend- you know who you are- I hope this post was not as cryptic as the others. I reworded it several times. And this is a status report (see above) so it's not like it's supposed to be cryptic. Next post will probably be twice as cryptic for the lack thereof in this one... but that won't be true until I write the next post, will it.

das v danya

(As close as I can get it to saying goodbye in Russian.)

Second post. For lack of a better title.

Wow. My first post was rather dramatic. Ah well. I will not erase it, or I would have to type a first post all over again, and I could not use this post as a first post because it talks about the first post. Does that make sense?

Nothing has really happened today. IMed people, messed with laptops, etc... etc... ....

Although I just remembered I have a chemistry report due in a few days. I have not even started on it. Have to go start on it then.

First post, and at three in the morning on a school night.

Yep. Title kind of describes some of it. I am such a devoted tech-head... Three in the morning. School night. College.

But for good reason. I can't sleep. Nightmares. I've been getting those a lot lately, and not just when I'm asleep. Is that a good reason?

First things first.

Thanks to the person who helped me find what the heck I am doing. A much-needed little surprise in life. But then again, I could just look in the mirror and take my glasses off... but having shockingly blue, almost reflective eyes kind of gets old after the fiftieth time, huh. *note: in my profile picture, the color is a bit messed up because I had to resize it a bit to get it to fit and because of red-eye reduction. Light is usually a good thing- it lets me see where stuff is so I do not trip over it. But it can be annoying. (People actually have been so surprised by my eye color that one person actually jumped backward into a wall. Hm.)

Thanks to the person who kicked me into telling them the truth. I needed that, but when they kicked me, it hurt. Perhaps I should plot my revenge... or not. What is your opinion? (Now add a little evil laugh to that. No, wait, do not... evil laughs and my russian accent do not mix well.)

This is turning out to be a longer post than I expected. Just read if you want to, no one is stopping you. But no one is stopping you from tapping the little X button that closes the window and makes me stop talking, either. Hm.

Thanks to the person who is keeping me alive. I owe her a lot.

Now, a demented thanks to the person causing my nightmares. I owe you a lot, but a lot of it is something I want to give you.

I see your dirty face

High behind your collar

What is done

In vain

Truth is hard to swallow

So you pray to him

To justify the way you

Live a lie, live a lie, live a lie.

To the person mentioned at the top of my list, right after First things first:

Read the lyrics above. You know how I live... and I'm offering to tell you what the lie is. Then you'll know the truth. What do you say? I have to start somewhere, just help me a little more?

Yes. My input on the world... or worlds. K's, if you will.