First, the backstory!

So, we live in the country, about 4 miles outside of the nearest town, therefore we are out of range of cable. We’re technically within range of DSL, but the phone company refuses to update the phone lines down my road. So, we were stuck with dial up for the last 10 years that we’ve had a computer. We now have a wireless connection through our cell phone company, which is at least a tad faster than dial up, but it’s also got a 5GB monthly cap… So for my internet usage, we got an aircard and unlimited data plan.

Now, basically, this aircard has it’s own SIM card and phone number. So it can send and receive text messages, and I believe I could hook up a microphone and make phone calls on it, if we had a normal cell plan on it. This leads into…

Ever since about a week after we got this thing, it’s been getting a pretty regular stream of text messages from someone. It’s very obviously someone who doesn’t realize their friend changed phone numbers. I thought it was funny the first times, but now, about a month later, I’m starting to feel sorry for the person, because the friend obviously hasn’t contacted them, and the messages are along the lines of “Why are you ignoring me?” and such.

So I can’t decide if I should text message this person back from my cell phone(as texting isn’t a part of the data plan), explaining the situation, or just let it keep going. I feel sorry for ‘em, but I don’t want to find out they’re an obsessive freak of a person who will become overly attached to my slight show of concern and then BAM! I got a mutha fuckin’ stalker.

So what should I do?

Hurrah for paper writing procrastination with a stupid blog entry! Which I’m sure I’ll make another entry about after I actually write this paper.

Last week one of my aunts gave me a whole bunch of clothes, there’s some really neat stuff in there. :) They’re mainly shirts, some of ‘m are really kewl. The few I can’t wear Lynda will can have. lol

Then yesterday that same aunt called me asking if we could use a bed. Uhm, “hell yes!”? lol - We’ve been sleeping on a crappy foldout couch for so long. In fact, we haven’t slept in a proper bed since Reno; that was quite a while ago.

They brought it over a few minutes later and set it up, real easy. It’s very pretty, all black ‘n stuff with gold trims. Ok, so it doesn’t really ‘fit’ in our living room but we lack a bedroom to put it in, for now. lol

Anyway, I’m really thankful for it, and the clothes, it’s nice that she thought of me. :)

It speaks for itself! Take away their licenses! RAWR!

Ok I’ll make a rather long post here but let me say first that I plan to post this on it’s own blog page so I won’t expose all the siblings to the personal nature of this blog.

Some of you know me personally and most of you don’t. From the few pics you’ve seen im sure you’ve noticed I am blond about 5 foot 2 inches and 75 kilos but what you don’t really see is that I have a HUGE chest. By US standards im a 36III, in EU sizes a 90G.

For years I have dealt with the emotional abuse and physical strain of having such a large weight on my chest, most ppl don’t realize that it IS a weight. It affects my back, shoulders, stomach and breathing just to name a few things. I can’t do anything physical because for one it hurts and for two I attract too much attention. I tired jogging but quit after causeing a car accident.

I have been trying for years to get a breast reduction but could never manage it in the states, here all I had to do was go to the my huisarts (family doctor) and get a referal. I had an appointment on the 3rd of september and just got my approval for surgery and a surgery date of November 25th. I have noticed that there really isn’t any real information about what to expect when you’re going through all this so I have decided to blog about my experiences in as much detail as I can.

This includes pictures of a graphic nature. There will be before and after pictures of my breasts and follow up pictures after surgery with stitches and all. Since this is my first blog I’ll keep it short and carry on my experiences on the other blog beginning with my first appointment and trying to give as much detail as I can of each step. The doctor said I’ll have a few appointments before surgery that she will mail me the dates of and number one thing I have to do is: loose weight. I’m having surgery to reconstruct my body, if I loose weight after then all the work they do will be for nothing, so I have almost 2 months to loose a few kilos. Of course I’ll loose about 7-9 kilos in the surgery itself.

Im very nervous but happy at the same time and I’m hoping the time goes by fast. I can’t wait to have this done.

At my first appointment the doctor examined me and the placement of my breasts, moved them around to test the muscles and informed me that the incision he will do is called an anchor. Because of my excessive size he will have to do a nipple transplant, which means that he will completely cut it out and replace it in a new position, which also means I’ll loose all nipple sensation. Not the best news today but I guess I can live with it. Then he will cut open the breast and remove tissue (about 3 kilos each, pretty much an amputation) and sew them back to form a good sized D cup. I’ll have a scar around my nipple, a line from the center of my nipple to the chest wall and a line along my breast along the chest wall, forming the anchor scar the process is named for.

He said the thing I need to look at now is that not only will I feel better but I need to be prepared for the physical look to change. I guess a lot of ppl go into this not really thinking about that part. My clothes will have to change, new bras, new shirts and I’ll finally be able to look down and see the floor!!!

Well that’s all I’m going to add for this blog till I get the new page up see ya’ll over there!!

So, I was going through my massive spam folder in Gmail, and started realizing how awesome some of the spam subjects were. So then I decided to make a little best of post with a list of some of my favorites. And after really looking, I find it difficult to believe that there’s this many types of pills that can make my penis larger. Does anyone actually buy these pills through spam emails?

THE LIST!
“Pole position never felt better.” - I love the marketing to racing fans.
“Stuff it in her and watch her squirm.” - I dare you use this as a pick up line. “My cock is so hard, I’m gonna stuff it in you and watch you squirm, baby.”
“Strong private parts to bang women.” - Nice, simple, to the point.. but not nearly as much so as…
“Lesbians”
“Charge up your erection power now.” - Marketing to the DBZ fans now.
“She will take your new rod in her mouth.” - Because the dingy, old rod tasted like rotting eggs. :[
“Good afternoon! My ass wait you here!”- I dunno, this just made me giggle.
“Erection on demand!” - Just wiggle your nose!
“Trade your banana for a steel pole” - But she liked the way it curved! :[
“Generate interest by turning rock hard!” - Colossus has it so easy.

Annnnd my personal favorite…
“Take that, bitch!” - I just love when the spammers take control like that.

Annnnnd the lamest EVER…
“*Rubber seal at trip-lock winding crown.” - It was actually about windows… or something.

Thank you very much for choosing Abalistar’s mindless ramblings to take up 5 minutes of your life! We appreciate the business, folks.

In this dream many different things happened but I’ll write down the only one I remember….

I was at school by the outside building. I was walking with Jordy and Tessa by me, when all of a sudden a bright light came out of nowhere. I suddenly felt very happy and then a pretty blond girl in a white dress walked out of the light held her hand to me and said (somewhere on the line of) “take my hand and come with me to a land where you will feel no pain. You will be free forever”. I reached out my hand because it felt like the right thing to do. I took hers and started to walk. I looked back and saw my body change my skin went pure white, my hair grew a foot and went platinum, and my lips went ruby red, and my outfit changed a black dress. I watched as my body fall and was caught by Jordy. I turned away and looked at the light when my grandma Linda and grandma Connie walked out. My grandmas gave me a hug and told me not to follow the blond girl, that it was not time to go, that I couldn’t give in. They pulled me back to my body and I fell in. I woke up and watched my skin go back to normal and them I passed out.

I woke up later in the hospital. I looked around me and I saw my mom, Julie, my father, and Jordy. They were all asleep in their chairs. It looked like they had all been there for a while. My eyes were starting to clear I could see a little better. I looked around again and this time saw in the corner my grandma Connie. She smiled and blew me a kiss, then walked away through the wall. I blinked and layed down.

I tried to grab a glass of water but accidentally spilled it on my mom. She screamed and jumped up. She had startled everyone else and they all woke up. The next thing I knew I was being hugged so tight I thought I was gonna suffocate. We talked for a while and I found out that they found my father right after it happened and that it has been about 2 weeks.(1)

When I went back to school it looked like everyone was afraid of me. I found out that everyone could see the girl and saw my when I walked out of myself. Some people had pictures of it on there phone. After a while it got back to normal at school, but it changed a lot at home. The biggest change was that my father didn’t leave me out of his sight. He moved here to be closer. I stayed at my father’s house once a week, grandpa came on Sundays, we had pizza one a week at grandmas, and once a week I watched a movie with my mom and Julie and every time I could I went and spent time with Jordy. I always felt happy and everything just started to get easyer so I didn’t need to study so much so it gave me a lot more free time. (Do keep in mind that in the last part of my dream (from the 1) it got really weird again.)

Hihi. Another year has past and many things has happened.

I’m in a different school and this one is in Dutch. It’s still odd to go to school and listen to your lesson and it be in a different language then what you’re used to. I have lots of new friends. Sometimes it’s hard for me to say what I want because they don’t understand English and there are still many words that if I hear it I understand it but then later can’t remember how to say it.

I still haven’t heard from my father. I’m starting to worry about him, but I miss him more then anything besides my sister.

I’m learning to be a stronger person. If I didn’t like something I just hid it in the back of my head. I thought bottling everything up made me stronger but it has made me weak, and I’m learning how to deal with it.

When I first got here I had a boyfriend named Sinan. He (and his 3 brothers and 2 cousins and bla bla bla) came from Iraq. I thought he was a great person and I was going out with him for 6 months, and I thought I knew him but I was so wrong. I spent every day with him; we would leave the school and go to the city. I would get home at about 10pm. We would just find a place to sit and we would just talk about everything. Then he started to get controlling, I wasn’t allowed to go to my friends, he always knew where I was. I did not see this as a problem till my mom pointed it out. And all I did then was get mad at her. Well to make the long story short, they were right from the beginning.

On a happier note my cats are growing so fast that its scaring me. We still have to find a home for 2 of them, we just have way too many for this house.

Well I’m gonna go now. Bye bye

lik srsly.

This is the second straight semester that I’ve taken an Art History course. Mostly taking them because the one last semester was incredibly easy. This one is also appearing to be quite easy, except for the fact of a really lameass paper I’ll have to write. I hate stupid papers with stupid length requirements. But more on that later. So, last semester I took modern Art History, which was something like the 1400’s onward. And we literally skipped every chapter that wasn’t about American art, or European art. We skipped about 5 chapters and every single one was about Asian or African art. Fucking racist! Then this semester I’m taking early Art History, which is essentially everything before modern… And AGAIN we’re skipping all the chapters on African or Asian art! And it’s even a different professor. Ivy Tech instructors are racisssssst! Totally.

Now, a little bitching. In my english course, we turned in our first paper of the semester recently. My paper was about 1/3 of a page short of the minimum requirement, but I figured that’d just knock a few points off… Turns out, this professor would rather we write a long, shitty paper, than a shorter, well written one. When we turned in our rough drafts, she flat out said that the paper is great, everything is just fine, but since it’s a little short, 10% is knocked off… And apparently that 10% is a favor, because she’s “not even supposed to accept a short paper.” Ugh, fucking retardation, I tell ya.

So, I haven’t made any new posts recently, because I’m lazy, which is my normal reason. I keep having amazingly awesome things to say, but then I push off typing it out and eventually just forget about it, because it’s not longer really relevant. I think I really need to start writing a DVD review each week, just so I have SOMETHING I’m doing. And before I sign off, I give you a link! To a blog about a guy’s hellish roommate. It’s kinda boring, but very interesting at the same time, and the pictures will make you feel like the cleanest person alive.

This link will start you from the very beginning. My Life in Hell.

Also, a bit of shameless whoring. A while back I made an entry pimping out an upcoming animated film by FSUDOL called Dead Fury… Well, it is now on DVD! So buy it, bitches!