ferroxcat

Ok, so some of my friends might not be entirely comfortable with all my lesbian related drama as of late, but I implore you to look into this and spread the word. A life is at stake. Did you know that in Iran, homosexuality is considered to be the worst of all sins? If a woman is found guilty of being gay, she will be lashed 100 times. This can happen up to 3 times, after that the woman is 'an unrepentant homosexual' and is hanged in front of a jeering crowd. Now there isn't a lot we can do to change things in Iran sadly, but we may be able to save the life of Kiana Firouz. Kiana is an Iranian lesbian who has fiercly fought for gay rights in Iran, and temporarily escaped to the UK where she has been working on a film about lesbians in Iran. When the trailor for this film (Cul De Sac) hit the web, the Iranian government caught wind and demands that she return to answer for her 'crimes'. She requested asylum from the British government, only to have her request denied and her appeal overruled. They know she's gay, they know what will happen to her, and they did not give a reason for denying her. As I said, there's not a lot we can do, but what we can do may do a lot. If you wish to save this woman's life, please, follow this www.petitiononline.com/kianaf/… and sign the petition. More information can be found here: coilhouse.net/2010/05/save-the…

I dunno why the following amuse me so but they do:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=owGykV…
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3tI4Cb…
It's so stupid, why do I laugh?
And now something legitimately awesome:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3WdJ_J…
Thanks for your time kiddies, that is all.

Not a lot of people can understand my current endeavor and why it brings me so much joy. That's alright though, I'm rather used to being alone in my excitement over things. I've been saving, searching, and sketching in order to put together the awesome costume I've got in my head for Haunt next year. It's gonna cost me a pretty heavy sum to get it all but, in my opinion it's well worth it. Why? The look of terror on every guest's face (or, if not terror, at least appreciation). I'm not sure why that brings me so much joy, but it does. In addition, I'll be able to use the costume for YEARS (even the contacts) and it'll be paid for in less than one season. My biggest question is whether or not I can get the company that I'm getting my strait jacket from to make me pants like what the Blackgate inmates (from Batman: Arkham Asylum) wear or if I'll have to make them myself. Eh, well I'll find out when I send them the sketches, and I should have the sketches done in a week.

Now for something completely different: www.youtube.com/watch?v=j3gq3S… I put the wrong link up before. That's what happens when you're half awake lol. CLICK IT.

Days are running together, I feel like I'm not tracking time nearly as much as I need to. I'm obscenly busy but I don't really feel like I'm getting a lot done. My feelings lie to me of course, because I am getting a lot done. Perhaps the feeling stems from the fact that I'm working and not truly making any money, due to the fact that I'm in debt. I'm thinking about selling my plasma. Up to $60 possible earnings per donation week? Hell yeah, bring on the needles. Great thing is that plasma regenerates quickly so I could go in 2 times in a week, wait another week, then do it again. Seems like easy money in comparison to the other means of payment I have in my life. As such, more research is needed. Be nice if it panned out though... Heh. Heh, hehe. Oh I just thought of something delightful; if the earnings are as good as advertised, I could earn enough for that straight jacket. How deliciously appropriate. IT'S BLOOD MONEY. AHAHAHAHA. If you don't get why that amuses me so, it's ok, but just take a moment to think about it and you might get it. Then maybe you'll laugh maniacally too. Or not.

My first journal entry in a while and I'm afraid it shan't be very lulzy my friends. It seems I'm lonely. Lonely not only in that I miss my friends who are now not in the area, but lonely in the romantic sense. I thought I'd be fine. I should be fine, but I'm not. Pathetic. In the past I wouldn't be bothered by this in the least, I would be just fine standing on my own. I didn't need a significant other to be happy and fulfilled. I feel as though I've been infected and forced to become some strange kind of junkie. Heh, and now 'Love Addict' by Family Force Five is in my head. Please let this feeling fade, I dislike it.