Yes.

Short answer: "Yes". Long answer: "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES".

Kinda ironic really considering I've had 3 offers to be in porn films. Figure that one out.

I've been sexually assaulted a couple of times

If you go around telling people you don't even know about those offers, it looks like you're promiscuous. Sexualising yourself deliberately, for no apparent reason, objectifies you. I'm not trying to belittle the fact that you were assaulted, I'm just saying that you need to take care not to be overly suggestive; there's a fine line between "asking for it" and "gagging for it".

No no, I would understand what you're saying, if it wasn't for the fact I never, ever give out that kind of vibe, and at the time of said assults, I was 11. But like I said its nothing "bad." I feel a little silly for saying anything. Unfortunatly though I just have a habit of spluring answers, asked seriously or not.

I don't really go an make a point of 'sexualising' myself either. I think people just take the fact I dress brightly, combo'd with weird hair, and take it that I'm up for anything. Kinda sad really. But I won't complain about it, because I'm not going to dullify myself so.

Oh and I don't tell random strangers about those offers either. I just thought it would be a slightly funny thing to say considering I'd never want to be in one. xD

But anyway as I am sure no one reaaalllyyyyy wants to get involved with that kinda thing.

Temperatures are annoying. Or rather how they never seem to stay stable. The weather can't seem to make up it's mind on what it's doing.

"Spluring" tends to refer to something irrevocable as opposed to a post which was typed over a time period before its delivery. Incidentally, it is indeed quite ironic that you got the offers, considering your views. Aside from that though, assaulting an 11 year-old girl (regardless of the extent) is rarely if ever something that I would consider "nothing bad". Not reporting something like that to relevant authorities could mean that incidents like (or worse than) what happened to you are not prevented in the future. Paedophiles are not renowned for being charged with isolated incidents, usually there is a history which begins with something minor. You can anonymously report suspected child abusers in Ireland (I'm not sure about England), the evidence provided by the people who don't want to reveal their identities can be used as "Proof of Concept". That may be something to bear in mind.

If people see a person and think "up for anything", it can probably be assumed that there is something provocative about the way one is dressed. But it's safe enough to assume that an 11 year-old shouldn't be held accountable for any sex abuse they endure, so obviously what I said about promiscuity is a load of twaddle in terms of your circumstances. Sorry to hear something so shit happened.

No no it's cool. I didn't explain myself in my original post so its okay. It can be easy enough to assume. And by "nothing bad" I mean, it could of been a lot worse, if that makes sense.

Oh and don't worry he got reported and the whole area watched and everything. I don't think they caught the guy last time I heard though, which does fill with rage. But hopefully he'll get whats coming to him soon enough. I guess theres not much else I can hope for than that.

Some people are stupid enough to think you're fair game for cat calls (or worse) just if you're blonde. Don't know if it's happened to you, but that whole "hey, blondie thing" is really aggravating. It's not you Amber, some people just have no boundaries and think that dress, style, hair color (wtf?) etc. are an indication of sexual invitations.


In sticking with the thread:
what's un awesome is the cat fight that just happened outside my window. My wizened, ancient cat just got in a scuff, and he was not victorious. His ear has another notch in it. Poor, poor cat.

[swervedriver]

Some people are stupid enough to think you're fair game for cat calls (or worse) just if you're blonde. Don't know if it's happened to you, but that whole "hey, blondie thing" is really aggravating. It's not you Amber, some people just have no boundaries and think that dress, style, hair color (wtf?) etc. are an indication of sexual invitations.

However, for most people it's the presence of boobs. Or general female-ness.


My UN-awesome experience of the day is that I need to type up the results section of my interim report (currently doing a graduation project). Since I started early this morning my Word document now (after lunch) reads "Results yarr".

Stupid brains.

Make-up. What a retarded invention it is.

Here's something totally un-awesome....

Dolphins.....

They are the whores of the flippin animal kingdom. They will do anything for sardines or whatever cold scaley treat they can cram in their squeaking meaty throats. Don't believe me, How's this for size.

I used to be a friend to the dolphins, yes a regular dol-friend. I bought into the hype of larger than human brains and more cerebral folds which some dumb people consider make them smarter. Well anyway, I went to the Bahamas on a cruise and we did the dolphin excursion, yippee so far. There they were flipping and flitting about, carefree yet captive. "Might as well make the best of it, huh pals?" they seemed to squeak to each other, as their dorsal fins flopped flaccidly. I really felt sorry for them. Well fuck them, and here's why.

As part of the excursion the dolphin the dolphin made his rounds in the group kissing little children and dancing with the older ladies wading in breast deep water. The dolphin gets to my wife, whom I am doing this whole excursion for. She had stated that it has been her life's dream to swim with the dolphins and this was her perfect opportunity. I stated hell no, thats too goddamn expensive, and then coitus ensued and lo and behold I find myself watching my wife boogey down with Stormy the bottlenose.

My eyes wandered to the guide in the water with us. Her hand would move in a very subtle manner cuing the dolphin on how to react to each person. I had found the puppet master. At this point, I was saddened by this cetacean exploitation. Stormy only did what he was told, no more no less. That is until he got to me.

I am a portly lad, about 6'2'' and way stronger than I look. Stormy took his place somehow balancing in the water so that I could hold onto his pectoral fins and mimic a dance. Ah hell, this might actually be fun, I thought. Then Stormy spat or squirted fishy fucking saltwater in my face. I could not see what happened because of the stream of said saltwater, but I do think I remember chunks.

He had caught me on an inhale, that filthy dolphin. I wheezed and choked enough that the tall guide asked if I was okay. She said quietly to me, she was sorry but she had to put on a show. Okay, its okay, I replied. It wasn't the first time I had been the shit-heel for every one's amusement. Ha Ha Ha lets drown the fat guy, everybody, Ha ha ha.

She prepared Stormy again to dance with me, I guess so I could get my money's worth. I grab Stormy's pectoral fins and begin to notice a cool smoothness to his skin and then he spat in my fucking face again. I was watching the tall guide, she was signing something graceful back and forth slowly with her hand something like music or dancing. The same sign she had signed for everyone else who did not get a throat full of salty dolphin mouthwash. That rancid porpoise did it on purpose.

Jesus, I yelled as I withdrew. Stormy didn't move. He seemed balancing higher now and his body was more erect, like the small lagoon's giant phallus. This fucking dolphin wanted some, he wanted to throw hands or flippers or something. Lets do this, I thought as my arms extended out like every Jerry Springer show contestant before they are taken away by security. Security in this case was my wife. She grabbed me and guided me up a step almost out of the water. And there I sat for the rest of the excursion. The tall guide came over to me at the end and said that she did not make him do that. I said that I saw her and confirmed that I knew it was true. I guess he didn't like you, she said as she laughed and walked me out.

I said thats okay cause after this I get to go home. The words were spoken rather loudly and directed at the pool. I'm sure he heard me.

Stupid Smelly Dolphin.

The new Irish budget. Not good, not good at all.

GDP Growth in Ireland’s Main Trading Partners
......................... 2008 || 2009 || 2010
Euro area ............. 0.7% | -4.1% | -0.3%
:Germany ............. 1.0% | -5.3% | 0.2%
: France ............... 0.7% | -3.3% | -0.1%
: Italy ................. -1.0% | -4.3% | -0.4%
UK ...................... 0.7% | -3.7% | -0.2%
US ...................... 1.1% | -4.0% | 0.0%
World trade growth .. 2.5% |-13.2% | 1.5%
Source: OECD Economic Outlook Interim Report, March 2009.

The whole world is gone to hell. I want to kill everything.

The fact that I'm leaving for a week's stay in Dublin this sunday and this one and a half week flu/cough just isn't going away...
Of course smoking's probably not helping.

The fact that I'm leaving for a week's stay in Dublin this sunday and this one and a half week flu/cough just isn't going away...
Of course smoking's probably not helping.

Our glorious weather will only help the cause.. I know the feeling. I was dying for the entire time I was on holiday in Paris last week. It really can put a bum note on the whole thing.

My pedal is running out of battery and I can't find a decent wire nor battery to feed it. Now where will I get my distortion?!

DAMN YOU, TECHNOLOGY!

Solar? Wind? Nuclear? Pedal-power?

Solar? Wind? Nuclear? Pedal-power?

I concur. Amber pedals while you play. Independent power supply is awesome!

Solar? Wind? Nuclear? Pedal-power?

I concur. Amber pedals while you play. Independent power supply is awesome!

Now that would just be silly. Although it could be funny. Imagine that on stage

The funny thing is, is that his distortion pedal is actually mine.