SEE? Do you SEE this? What did I say?!?
So the person who has said, stop the Nazism has just gone and blocked me! Do you see these cowards? They bash you and then run into a corner. Here's the link to the question.
http://www.sodahead.com/question/139980/
Just because I am 14 and bi, he/she whoever won't let me explain or voice my opinion, SodaHead, needs CHANGE!!!
http://www.sodahead.com/question/139980/
Just because I am 14 and bi, he/she whoever won't let me explain or voice my opinion, SodaHead, needs CHANGE!!!
I pierced my ear yesterday
I did a self - piercing yesterday and, let me tell you, it hurt like hell. I don't advise anyone that can't handle a lot of pain to do this. But I pierced the top of my ear and I have to do my left ear now, and then my nose and lip. But please, you yo don't have sterile needles don't even try it!
IN case you hadn't noiced...
I have changed my profile--again, I'm still Devilish Kiddnapper/Zetsobou billy/Hurt_Me_Please/Xianghua/Kaori
My profile is UnsraW Theme: JGoth
My profile is UnsraW Theme: JGoth
What the @#%! Is happening to SH?
Has anyone noticed the many errors that SodaHead keeps cranking out? What the F**K is happening to SodaHead?
This troubles me..A LOT, so I'm setting the record strait.
Okay, so a NObama has done a personal attack on me that has troubled me, A LOT.
He called me a spoiled brat. And that is the most opposite thing he could've called me. He know NOTHING ABOUT ME.
What I'm about to say is VERY personal, and if you have nothing nice to say, then please do not comment. The only reason I'm letting the people on SodaHead know about me, is beacause I am so sick of people telling me I have it easy, or I don't know anything. My life was, and is, not picture perfect.
When my mother and I moved from out home town of Buffalo to Las Vegas, we had very little money. I was only 5 years old and Las Vegas scared me. Her boyfriend, (whom, I don't speak his name because of all the abuse he's put our family through) left her with $200, and didn't come back. For the next 4 to five months, we ran from motel to motel, trying to survive. My mother brought home many "boyfirends" to help her out with paying for the room. We finally got a one bedroom apartment, I wondered how she did it, granted she didn't have a job, but we manahed. But one morning, the was a knock (more like a bang) on the door. We were being evicted. The man didn't even let us put some clothes on, he just told us we had to leave. Thus, the problem of food and shelter. Mother had no money, no "boyfriend" to help her out. We were homeless.
Needless to say, being homeless was hell. It was winter, and the shelter we found was terrible. Very little food, not enough blankets for all of the homeless, sexual predators, and sickness. My mother and I caught pneumonia from the cold showers and the broken windows. Apples and apple juice, that was breakfast, lunch, and sometimes dinner. I hadn't even turned 6 yet. Tough? Nah, it was a breeze!
Somehow, I don't remember how, we got out of that hellhole. I got back in school, and was so smart, they let me skip a grade. Life was better for the next few months. Her old abusive "boyfriend" came back. He said he'd "changed" and my brother moved out to Vegas with us. Then, as I thought it couldn't get any worse, when I thought maybe this could work out and I couldh have a normal life, my mom and her wonderful boyfriend get into a fight. WHAM he hits her in the mouth. My brother was only 8, I was 6, we didn't knwo what to do, so we just watched it happen. He stormed out and went to the corner store for a beer. Without hesitaion, she called to police and they arrested him.
So, you'd think after all of that, he'd be out of our already miserable lives right? Wrong! He was back in a year, and he took an interest of beating us instead of her, while she worked 2 jobs and he sat on his lazy ass and smoked weed, watched Tv, and probably cheat on her with other women. He beat on us because he could and we wearn't his children. Where's my dad in all of this? Well, we had to tell him everything was fine or we'd get it. Of course, my mother was oblivious to what was happening because we were young and we didn't know what would happen if we had told her. We didn't know if she'd believe us, whether she'd confront him and get beat herself, or do nothing. After 5 years of constant beating, I guess he got tired of beating us, so he tried a different aproach to making my life miserable. So whike I was in the bathtub, he'd comein and.. well, I'd rather not get into the details because those are memories I don't want to resurface, but you can get the idea right?
So, another typical day my house, arguing yelling cursing, eh, you get used to it. But what seemed like just another arguement turned ugly. Another smack to the face. She called the cops, but he didn't leave, he just kept hitting her. And again, he just watched as my mother and this man sparred until the police arrived. And he was taken away. and FINALLY after 6 long years of misery, he was finally gone. and life was good for the next 3 years. We got a new house, my mom got engaged, to a man I was okay with, but not on good terms with, and a cat...whose name I forget. My mother thinks it's time to see my dad of the first time since I was 5 yrs. old. So we go to Buffalo, and then things turn for the worse, AGAIN.
My dad wants us to stay with him. My brothers is all for it, I'm brain washed into thinking that it's the right thing to do, because I was only 12, still a bit immature and easily convinced. And alas, the custody battle. Long, painful, lots of tears. In the end, I'm stuck with my dad. Whom I really like and has no I dea how to raise a daughter, let alone a 17 going on 18 year old son who doesn't know what do do with his life. Afther all these years, he wants to be a parent now. My life? It could be better, but I just want to make myself clear on one thing. Before you make assumptions about me, make sure you know the facts. Don't call me a brat, because I'm not, and I never will be. I'm not rich, I far from it and I don't want to be. I haven't told you my life story, only the parts I want to tell you. I just want to set the record strait.
He called me a spoiled brat. And that is the most opposite thing he could've called me. He know NOTHING ABOUT ME.
What I'm about to say is VERY personal, and if you have nothing nice to say, then please do not comment. The only reason I'm letting the people on SodaHead know about me, is beacause I am so sick of people telling me I have it easy, or I don't know anything. My life was, and is, not picture perfect.
When my mother and I moved from out home town of Buffalo to Las Vegas, we had very little money. I was only 5 years old and Las Vegas scared me. Her boyfriend, (whom, I don't speak his name because of all the abuse he's put our family through) left her with $200, and didn't come back. For the next 4 to five months, we ran from motel to motel, trying to survive. My mother brought home many "boyfirends" to help her out with paying for the room. We finally got a one bedroom apartment, I wondered how she did it, granted she didn't have a job, but we manahed. But one morning, the was a knock (more like a bang) on the door. We were being evicted. The man didn't even let us put some clothes on, he just told us we had to leave. Thus, the problem of food and shelter. Mother had no money, no "boyfriend" to help her out. We were homeless.
Needless to say, being homeless was hell. It was winter, and the shelter we found was terrible. Very little food, not enough blankets for all of the homeless, sexual predators, and sickness. My mother and I caught pneumonia from the cold showers and the broken windows. Apples and apple juice, that was breakfast, lunch, and sometimes dinner. I hadn't even turned 6 yet. Tough? Nah, it was a breeze!
Somehow, I don't remember how, we got out of that hellhole. I got back in school, and was so smart, they let me skip a grade. Life was better for the next few months. Her old abusive "boyfriend" came back. He said he'd "changed" and my brother moved out to Vegas with us. Then, as I thought it couldn't get any worse, when I thought maybe this could work out and I couldh have a normal life, my mom and her wonderful boyfriend get into a fight. WHAM he hits her in the mouth. My brother was only 8, I was 6, we didn't knwo what to do, so we just watched it happen. He stormed out and went to the corner store for a beer. Without hesitaion, she called to police and they arrested him.
So, you'd think after all of that, he'd be out of our already miserable lives right? Wrong! He was back in a year, and he took an interest of beating us instead of her, while she worked 2 jobs and he sat on his lazy ass and smoked weed, watched Tv, and probably cheat on her with other women. He beat on us because he could and we wearn't his children. Where's my dad in all of this? Well, we had to tell him everything was fine or we'd get it. Of course, my mother was oblivious to what was happening because we were young and we didn't know what would happen if we had told her. We didn't know if she'd believe us, whether she'd confront him and get beat herself, or do nothing. After 5 years of constant beating, I guess he got tired of beating us, so he tried a different aproach to making my life miserable. So whike I was in the bathtub, he'd comein and.. well, I'd rather not get into the details because those are memories I don't want to resurface, but you can get the idea right?
So, another typical day my house, arguing yelling cursing, eh, you get used to it. But what seemed like just another arguement turned ugly. Another smack to the face. She called the cops, but he didn't leave, he just kept hitting her. And again, he just watched as my mother and this man sparred until the police arrived. And he was taken away. and FINALLY after 6 long years of misery, he was finally gone. and life was good for the next 3 years. We got a new house, my mom got engaged, to a man I was okay with, but not on good terms with, and a cat...whose name I forget. My mother thinks it's time to see my dad of the first time since I was 5 yrs. old. So we go to Buffalo, and then things turn for the worse, AGAIN.
My dad wants us to stay with him. My brothers is all for it, I'm brain washed into thinking that it's the right thing to do, because I was only 12, still a bit immature and easily convinced. And alas, the custody battle. Long, painful, lots of tears. In the end, I'm stuck with my dad. Whom I really like and has no I dea how to raise a daughter, let alone a 17 going on 18 year old son who doesn't know what do do with his life. Afther all these years, he wants to be a parent now. My life? It could be better, but I just want to make myself clear on one thing. Before you make assumptions about me, make sure you know the facts. Don't call me a brat, because I'm not, and I never will be. I'm not rich, I far from it and I don't want to be. I haven't told you my life story, only the parts I want to tell you. I just want to set the record strait.
To all my sodaheads...
Just to let all of you know, I'm changing my sodahead name and profile AGAIN, so it'll still be me...but with a different pic and name..does that make sense? Well I'll always have a Japanese Girl as my profile picture.
Join the JoBro fan hate Club!
Do you hate those little twerps that call themsleves Mrs. Jonas? Well I fell your pain. JOIN THE NEWLY CREATED "HATE JOBRO FANS CLUB" There, you can express how much you hate those annoying little girls that give all of us teenagers with some sense a bad name. They ruin it for all of us right! Well I am organizing an attack, join the fan (hate) club to find out!
This is funny
Here's some funny John McCain pictures as to respond to a very persistent NObama that showed a mean picture of Obama.
Alll JOBRO fans, BEWARE
I'm coming for all of you, all your little screaming faces, I drag you in the dirt with my hurtful picture, I harrass you until you block me, or until you SHUT THE FUCK UP! 
