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A Few Rules, If I may. >__>

1.) This IS my journal, therefore, I reserve the right to be an asshat in it if I want. However, I try not to do it often and if I do, I usually cut it. So feel free to ignore/skip my rants if you're uncomfortable with them.

2.) This journal uses filters. Mostly it's just for fandom stuff and wankage, so if you would like to be on either, let me know.

3.) I don't 'require' people to comment, because that's pushy. I figure, if you care enough to comment, you will. I'm not FORCING anyone to be my friend. If you want to comment, then do so, but don't feel an obligation to comment on everything I post. (and I post a lot)

4.) In concurrence with my previous rule, if you friend me, do not expect me to comment on all your entries. Often times, I have little to say, and I don't like repeating things other people have said. If I have something important to say, I'll comment. Also, I make lots of silly comments. I like to have fun. XD

5.) I post about fandom. A lot. And I don't filter it all. I only filter things that I'd rather not have IRL friends see and use against me. So if you're not big on FMA Supernatural, you will probably have to sift through my entries a bit.

6.) This journal is friends only. That means anything I write in here STAYS in here. Unless you have explicit permission from me, do not repost any of my entries/comments for others to see. Believe it or not, I have people I would like to stay hidden from on the internet and I don't appreciate people publicizing my thoughts and opinions. If you wanna quote something, just ask. Usually it won't be a problem.

7.) I friend a lot of people that I want to watch, whether it's because I think they're interesting or because I like their writing/art. Some of them do not friend me back. I don't mind this. Those of you that do. Thanks! However, if at any time you'd like to defriend me, for whatever reason. Go ahead. I don't have any qualms with it and I'm not going to hate you for it.

8.) If I say something that offends/upsets you, for the love of Dog PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TELL ME. Sometimes I don't think, or act when my head is not clear and more often than not, I have to stick my foot in my mouth. If you don't agree with something I said. LET ME KNOW. Otherwise I'm just going to continue to annoy you and not know anything's wrong. If it's something I believe in or don't see a problem with, I'm not guaranteed to stop just because you ask, but I'll at least be considerate of your opinions and will gladly state my case for anything I say here. And I'm not going to get mad if you call me on bullshit. Really. It'll take a lot to get me to de-friend you, so don't be afraid to give me your opinion. Really. I want to hear it.

9.) If you kick puppies, you are not welcome here. End of story.

That's about it. *shifty eyes* Anyone still here?
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At long last: My beef with Cesar Millan. In comprehensive form!

I've long spouted my disdain for the man who calls himself The Dog Whisperer. Finally, I have found the time and inclination to sit down and write down exactly WHY I hate him and consider him a fraud. My professor didn't like this article because I was "too biased" and it sounded too much like a "personal rant" and that I was not an "expert"

Well no, I am not. But I've spent the last 3+ years gathering information independently and for the last year and a half, I have been doing nothing BUT learning about how to train a dog. First hand. My final argument doesn't really touch upon my real problem with the situation, focusing more on National Geographic's culpability in the situation; but here I'm posting my original version. My "personal rant" so to speak; but just because I don't have a PhD yet, doesn't mean that the information here is false. For anyone who interested in further verification of the perspective presented in the following, I can provide in-depth, peer-reviewed studies as evidence.

For now, though, here's what *I* think and why *I* get all hot-button when I hear someone recommend or praise Cesar's methods.

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Hooked on a Feeling

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I didn't get any of my homework done that I wanted to. I'm heading home today, probably fairly early so I can hit the library. Being up here has made me realize how much I loathe the place I live. I cannot wait to get the fuck out ASAP.

My mom mentioned something about a possible internship at a zoo this summer. Apparently one of my cousin's has a close friend that works at one somewhere (Mum wasn't entirely sure of the details, she just mentioned it in passing) and that she was willing to let me job shadow (or something similar) if I wanted. Which - that would be an amazing opportunity. I got her email and I'm going to write her a nice long letter once the semseter is out and I'm not juggling 34345 final projects.

My wisdom teeth are moving around again. One of them is literally growing into the side of my mouth because there is no more room for teeth in my gums and it is painful as SHIT. I got a referral to a surgeon. They have to knock me out A) because 1 or 2 of them are entirely impacted and B) because I don't fucking do needles IN MY MOUTH are you fucking CRAZY? But I don't have the time or the money for a co-pay until January. Looks like I'll be eating soft things for a while.
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Writer's Block: A charming defense

If you could conjure an animal spirit protector, which animal would you choose, and why?

Though these writing prompts are notorious for convoluting complex subjects into over-simplified questions, sometimes, I can't help but respond to them. Like this one for example. I have 4 of what they refer to as "animal spirit protectors" except in my world, I call them totem animals. And this question fails to address the fact that A) most people that have these totem animals do not *conjure* them, rather, they're an internal manifestation of our inner needs and desires. They're nothing more than a symbolic representation of various traits or qualities we need or want to possess.

The other thing they fail to address is the fact that you don't just pull these totem animals out of your ass at will. They're summoned from one's subconcious; a mental representation of concepts too vast or too complicated for us to deal with directly, so our mind creates these totem animals as a way to approach a difficult subject gradually.

I did not choose any of the animals that come to me. They came because they were needed, filling in the empty gaps, shedding light on darkened corners of my subconcious where things in my life were eating away at me. These animals are nothing more than my brain's way of helping me work through my problems in a way that is less psychologically damaging than confronting the problem head on, at face value.

But for the sake of the question at hand: I have 4. Fen, the lynx was first, and he taught me the magic of secrets. The power you can hold, simply by collecting information. He taught me to listen and to learn. He taught me patience and fortitude. Second was Romulus, the adolescent bull elephant, who taught me about memory and wisdom. He is symbolic of my transition from adolescence to adulthood. His lessons were about standing on my own and standing for myself in a strange and hostile world.

More recently, the last two came to me at the same time, Lark the wolf and Ursa the fearsome mother bear. Lark is my lesson in courage. He is my way of dealing with my social phobia. He is there to teach me to be ferocious when the need arises and to be courageous in the face of adversity. His lessons are about survival and longevity. About not being afraid to take what I need. Ursa is a protector. She stands in front of me when my courage fails me. She is my mental protection: the force that stands between me and the things in the world that might otherwise do serious harm. She teaches me about fearless conviction, about eviscerating the evil in my life so that my soft, vulnerable core (my cub, since this metaphor takes the shape of a bear) can grow and thrive.

I didn't choose them. They chose me. So, while I think the wording of this question is silly, because it assumes this phenomenon is a game or a fantasy, I think the core of the question is very important. One must look for meaning in the visits of totem animals. They might be imaginary, but that does not diminish their meaning. They're there for a reason, but it is your job, as the subconscious summoner of their existence, to search for the purpose of their presence.

Got out of going to the Carbon Pricing Conference. I'm still a little sad that I can't go, but eh. At least I'm not stuck in a situation that would be seriously financially inadvisable to me. I have more to talk about, but I have to go to Chem. More if I remember later.
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School Food Still Sucks

I hate hate hate hate eating at school. They cook everything they sell in a deep-fryer and usually it's fucking burnt to a crisp. Otherwise it's prepackaged manufactured shit (aka poptarts and chips and candy bars blah blah). Their fruit is never good (not that they have any fruits I want to eat) and it's all stupidly overpriced. Plus, most of it really aggravates my still-mysterious stomach....difficulties.

So usually I just wait to eat until I get home to avoid the whole bad scene. But today...well... you know that feeling you get when you're so hungry you suddenly start to feel like you're going to actually throw up? I have that sensation right now and I still have another 2 hour class to get through.

Looks like I'm eating school crap today. Even though I know I'm going to regret it...

This useless journal entry is brought to you by Chemistry I Lab - letting students who finish their experiments in a timely fashion go early since forever. \o/

Oh also I get to see omgcupcake today! I am very excited for this.