psychic website

Do you believe in magic?

choose any number
subtract the first number
subtract the second number
click the black box
repeat

(ex: 55-5-5=45)

I figured out the magic, can you?

4/18/2008

on 4.18- A Texas judge rules that 418 children taken from the YFZ Ranch should remain in state custody for 60 days.

418!

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Thank you to all the people who are reading this. This blog is really starting to take off, and I (the writer) will always provide you (the audience) with something juicy. Keep it wet!

by the way,

I hope typing about this on the blog won't jinx it, but it seems like it's starting to really happen. Basically, this website never gets more than around 20 hits/day, all of a sudden:

Sunday, June 1, 2008- 25
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Tuesday, June 3, 2008- 40
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It's totally not me bumping up those hits myself, so Thank You So Much to anybody who reads this blog! I'll always try to write something fun or interesting :)

The Sierpinski Triangle

geodesic dome- it looks neat

this is me redoing Craphound, a 90s zine, only on the internet, and to a very much lesser extent.

even #s

There was a long time where I was OBSESSED with even numbers. Everything had to be even all the time, odd numbers were my ultimate enemy. The only 2 odd things about myself terrorized me day and night. I was born at 4:41 a.m. although I often pretended I was born at 4:40 a.m. semi colon, my middle name (which is comprised of 5 letters) also bothered me SO MUCH I wouldn't speak it for many years (because it was 5, and not 4 or 6). This OCD dominated my life for a period of many years, maybe 5, 6, or 7.

Odd numbers caused me so much grief, I can't believe how much time I wasted on that OCD. I was constantly being told that numbers in nature tend to be odd, which made me want to struggle against nature all the more. I felt like something odd wasn't perfect because it wasn't symmetrical, and I therefore wanted nothing to do with it. As I got older, I got over that OCD (there have been many) and now I'm "more OK" with "embracing" odd aspects of myself. Even meant "right" and hence "good" whereas odd meant "wrong," because odd was "unbalanced" to me. Because it wasn't balanced, it wasn't good.

Even as a child, I was constantly thinking about balance. I've tried to hard to achieve balance in my life, I never had it living my family. Now as an adult, I struggle (and succeed) to find balance on my own, a lot of work goes into it, and maintaining balance is a major aspiration of mine. Even numbers to me always represented balance, a way I could control my life that unbalanced. By focusing on balanced numbers, I felt better, but where does that psychologically come from?

Perhaps this obsession stemmed from my other obsessions with symmetry, and perfection. I've had 18 piercings so far, all of which have been either symmetrical or paired. My religion is perfect symmetry. I don't mind the impossible, it turns me on, gets my juices flowing, and gets you off.

It's ironic that both my lucky numbers (1 and 9) are odd...

numbers

Lately 9, 8, and 1 have been my favorite numbers. I still have a thing for 3. And 2! How can I say no 2 you?

The title of my latest sculpture (made out of found objects):

9-1-1-1 done 9/2007

In the past, I've had doubts to the base 10 number system. It's a problem I have, I question anything and everything. Ultimately, I gave up questioning it, because it has been around for so long, in so many places that I have to think it's true. The decimal (base ten or occasionally denary) numeral system has ten as its base. It is the most widely used numeral system, perhaps because humans have four fingers and a thumb on each hand, giving a total of ten digits over both hands. I wonder what my experience would be like with another value?

:D

biology

When I turned 18, I was faced with a life changing decision: what should I study? I've always been able to envision infinite possibilities- initially, I felt like biology (the study of life) was the most important possible area of study. I'd always felt as though it was the most important because it applied to, well, everything. What's more important than figuring out life? I'm not saying it's hard, because it's not, however, I often wondered why I didn't choose something easy such as design, business, or acting. I have wrestled so much with becoming a hair dresser, but I know in the end I'm too good for that, I'd be doing not only myself but everybody else a disservice by not applying myself in an integral area. Growing up, I had a white trash childhood, so my views on professionalism are rather skewed. I know I won't end up like my parents, it's a good feeling. I'm in control of my fate; my free will choices decide my eventual fate. I expect a lot out of myself, and shame on me for trying to take the "easy road" because, in the end, the easy road was harder anyways and I wasn't happy with myself and my choices.

For years I had a deep existential crisis. I tried to follow a path I felt I should take, as opposed to the journey I felt deep inside and needed to be happy- I wasn't being true to myself. For a long time I tired to be a nurse, because it was what I felt like I had to do. I always said I only wanted to do it for the money so I could earn between $100,000 - $200,000 per year- I understand now that money will come if I become the best at doing what I love, studying life. I have a feeling that surgical nurses are about to be replaced by robots (who would do a better job) and I always felt like my job would be threatened by technology. Unlike other scientists, I have the pizazz to become popular, which makes me feel like I would be able to become famous in the scientific community if I apply myself.

I've studied life on earth so long, it no longer inspires me. I find almost nothing interesting about life on earth, in addition, I find other humans to be uninspiring and inferior. I've always longed for something more. I don't think "impossible" is real. I always knew deep inside that since I am good, I deserve power. I want power, and as a queer minority, I NEED power. When it comes down to it, having power over life is one of the most powerful, and it's what I'm going to achieve. Life on earth doesn't inspire me, I feel as though I've seen it all before. Perhaps the only thing that interests me is what will be left behind due to humans beings' terrible destruction to the earth's biodiversity. You know what? I don't care! The earth is not what I want, I'm probably an alien. P.s. I learned in microbiology that life colonizes from planet to planet via single celled organisms; although I no longer find inspiration in life on earth, I will always be inspired by cycles of life. I have to prove the existence of life elsewhere in the universe by measuring it!
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Anyways, I just learned this new information:
"Cloned animals are safe to eat according to the FDA, and the food industry doesn't have to report whether the meat is cloned or not."
I actually am all about genetically modified foods.

the numbers are following me

123

100


I keep checking stats at the exact moment when the numbers have a very great significance- it's creeping me out. Numbers keep following me wherever I go. I hope I don't go crazy someday when I'm a mad scientist and I go crazy from seeing numbers wherever I go! I've got to keep it together.

710- 7+1+0=8, the number of infinity
lucky number 7th floor
my new phone number

newayz,

love!

I love myself. I love numbers. I'm basically made out of love :D