Glitter is My Crack is having a giveaway!

Check it out here- Blix has got two full collections of eyeshadows (Shifty-Eyed and Murder Mystery) and a full collection of lipsticks (1920's), as well as some really cool jewelry she made herself.

http://themoonmaiden-blix.blogspot.com/2011/07/morgana-cryptoria-makeup-and-moon.html

So I'm getting a house.

We're supposed to go up on Thursday to sign the paperwork.

I'm so stressed out right now it's not even funny- I have so much shit to pack up and organize. So it'll be quiet over here for a few days, not that I'm assuming anyone cares.

Now if you'll excuse me I have to go throw some books into a box.

What a disappointment.

Last night, I decided to give a movie another try. Several months ago, I saw that a movie called The Pledge was playing on TV. Having heard that it was really great from a few online friends, or at least parts of it, I turned it on to see what they were talking about.

The scene I'd come in on was the interrogation of Toby Jay Wadenah (played by the always-brilliant Benicio Del Toro, who was wearing some truly heinous extensions), a mentally handicapped Native American suspected of raping and brutally murdering a seven-year-old girl. The scene was intense, engaging, and a little sad, because Stan Krolak (Aaron Eckhart), the detective who was interviewing him, was clearly suggesting and leading to get a confession because he knew that Toby would be an easy target. The first time I watched it, I turned the channel after Stan's little victory dance when Toby confessed. It made me so angry; if you have any passing knowledge of how to deal with mentally handicapped people, you know that everything about the way Detective Krolak handled the interrogation was wrong. Toby had nothing to do with the girl's murder, and he was so guilt-ridden (because he'd been convinced that he'd committed the crime) that he took an officer's gun and shot himself in the station. I cried both times I watched it.

That was the best scene, but the second best came a while later, when former detective Jerry Black (a very understated performance by Jack Nicholson) was continuing the investigation, even though the case had been closed because of Toby's confession. Black went to visit Jim Olsted (Mickey Rourke), whose daughter had disappeared a few years before, to get information out of him. Now, I know Mickey Rourke was kind of a joke for a long time, but he is an amazing actor. He made me absolutely believe that he'd lost this little girl, that he was still holding out hope that she would be found, because that was all he had left. It was heartbreaking.

After that, the movie pretty much completely derails. It might as well be a different story, because the original premise is only referred to in passing. It was ridiculous. And the ending was so disappointing- the killer is never caught, even though you know who it is. You know how he was reeling these little girls in, what kind of car he drives, that they all call him "the Wizard"... But he dies in a car accident before he arrives to claim his last victim, where Jerry Black and Stan Krolak were staked out to catch him.

The worst thing was that it was so great for the first half of the movie. It was almost as if they wrote it in succession and just gave up towards the end. Half an hour could've just been left out, and then with that cop-out of an ending... Ugh. So much wasted potential.

EDIT: I thought I would add some pictures of those extensions... They don't look as bad in these screenshots but I can tell you right now, to the trained eye, they are PAINFUL to look at.

Note how close Stan's getting here. It gets weirder.

See!? What the fuck is up with this interrogation?

Also, I want to shave that ridiculous pornstache off Aaron Eckhart's face. Bad. It does NOT suit him at all.

People on the Internet suck.

Okay, so I belong to this conspiracy theory board (cos I'm a nut case like that), and I'm honestly getting a little frustrated.

See, we also talk a lot about religion, which is fine if everyone can post without making an ass out of themselves. But everyone is so disrespectful, it's insane.

I once brought up the "Paul is Dead" theory and was promptly told I was crazy. Sure, it's okay to speculate that Lady Gaga is the Devil and that Rihanna is an Illuminati puppet, but something rooted in actual forensic science (according to an Italian scientific journal) and reality? THAT'S FUCKING CRAZY. *eyeroll*

Tonight, I've gotten into it with another poster for the second time. See, this kid (I'm assuming it's a kid because the avatar is a picture of Hilary Duff and the English is terrible) keeps reporting people to the mods over nothing and accusing everyone of derailing topics if their post mentions anything other than the OP's subject matter. I called her out on this, and then she said I "keep shoving my opinions down people's throats" and that I'm a hypocrite. And that I shouldn't "preach morality in pantyhose", whatever that means.

The first time I had it out with this person, it was over something I'd written that was pretty badly misinformed, and when I admitted fault, apologized, and tried to make a joke, I was accused of trolling and "sucking up".

I'm tempted to report this person and her dickish behaviour. Give her a taste of her own dick medicine. And yes, that WAS a bad Flight of the Conchords reference.

It's just a little tiring to read every other thread on the message board and see that the same person has been reporting people left and right for the smallest things, when I've never reported anyone once. Ever. And I've been personally attacked before, several times. But I handled it like a fucking adult and addressed the other poster directly rather than involve the mods because they have their hands full as it is.

I really like that message board. I have a lot of fun reading and posting there. But some of the other members make it SO DIFFICULT.

EDIT: Bitch just got reported. She responded to a gay member's post calling her a poe (a troll who constantly preaches about religion and/or morality) that read "Looks like we've got a poe!" And then it had a picture of a poe from Ocarina of Time. Her response? "Looks like we have a fagget picture." Her typo, not mine. So I reported the post and explained to the mods that I tried to address her directly without involving them but this was going too far. Hopefully it won't come back on me, because I did derail the thread a little, but I had a quote from her in every post I made and I was addressing her and only her. Maybe by the time I sign back on there'll be one less troll on that message board.

Goddamn thieves, the lot of them!

I swear to God, I'm so ready to get out of this town.

This afternoon, I went out to my car, just going on a little drive to get out and clear my head a bit. I noticed that my CD insert (it used to be attached to my visor but that fell off) was no longer in the passenger seat, and my phone charger was out. I panicked, checked everywhere, and my fucking GPS is gone. That's all, but it's a big fucking deal- it's $300 I don't have to spend right now and I need it because I'm moving to an area I'm unfamiliar with. I've only ever been to Austell to go to Six Flags.

I screamed, I cried, I considered running down some tourists in my car. I think we should all be very glad I don't have access to a gun, because you can be sure I'd be out there interrogating people on the beach until I found someone who knew something. Hell, with everything that's been going on and my level of anger at just having to live here, it wouldn't take much to push me over an edge right now. Crazy runs DEEP down my mom's side of the family and I could snap at any moment.

I feel like I'm pretty mellow most of the time, but there's the few occasions, like today, where I have this bottomless pit of rage inside me and I can't figure out how to get rid of it. I honestly believe that if I'd been given the chance I'd have snapped someone's neck. And I don't like that. I don't like feeling pure, black, thick hatred like boiling tar inside my head and my heart.

I know I need therapy. Really. But I can't afford it, and I can't take another touchy-feely New Age hippie that constantly reminds me I'm in a safe place. I FUCKING GET IT. Phobias and neuroses and psychosis don't have to make sense, they're mental illness. Like, I know intellectually that not everyone is judging me silently (and sometimes not silently), but I feel that way. I can't fucking help that.

But, anyway... I've got to get back to packing my shit up. Later.

Just a quick update! But some big news!

So, I've got something exciting to tell you all...

I'm moving! Into a house! My very own house!

It's about 15 minutes away from Six Flags, and it's in a nice, quiet neighbourhood that should be really safe. We've got to replace the carpets and paint the walls, but it'll be my own place.

All I have to do once I get moved in is find a roommate, which should be easier once I start school, and I'm only asking $250 plus bills in rent to cover the house payments. I'll find someone in no time.

Anyway, that's all for now. Will post more if I think of something!

Stupid Facebook.

I haven't had much to say lately, but I just had a little experience on Facebook.

I pretty much figured there was no way I was ever going to talk to Pinkie again, and all of a sudden, the day I get bored enough to go play games on fucking Facebook, I notice she's changed her name.

She married that motherfucker. Goddamn it.

I looked through the pictures of her baby, since that's the only way I'll ever get to see it, and wrote her a short message on her wall about it:

"The pictures are beautiful. I'm never on FB anymore but I'd love to hear from you. Love you and miss you."

I don't know if I'll ever hear from her, but I'd like a fucking explanation at some point. I may not be the greatest person ever, but I'm pretty sure I don't deserve this. I stood by her through all her shit for three years and then she ditches me for a convicted felon? Uh-uh. That doesn't fly with me. Don't get me wrong, I'm pretty happy I don't have to deal with her crazy-ass family anymore, but all I wanted was a solid friendship and I couldn't even have that.

More later if I feel like it. I've been writing but not blog-type stuff.

Goddamn it.

Well, I got a piece of awful news today.

Greenie hasn't called me in months, and I haven't had the presence of mind to call her for a while. Her dad has been working for my stepdad, and he told us that Greenie's grandmother has been calling him, asking him to come up to Kansas. Why? Because apparently Greenie AND her husband have been doing meth. Nice, seeing as they have a little boy.

I tried to call her but her number's been disconnected. I have no other way to contact her.

I'm so sick of this. I guess I just give too much undue credit and I should just start expecting people to disappoint me. Nearly all my friends that I've made since I first left Georgia in 2003 have turned out to be huge fuckups. I don't get it- surely these people know better.

Anyway... that's all, I guess. For now.

I've GOT to stop reading these conspiracy theory websites.

For real. I've been getting obsessed and that is NEVER a good thing.

Some of the things I've read are completely batshit crazy, and the rest is... Well, it's possible.

Sunday night, I read a blog (that I now follow, just to read more and keep up) that is pretty much solely dedicated to unearthing something about the Beatles that is widely believed to be a hoax. Now, my entire life, I was sure the whole "Paul is dead" backmasking thing (more on that here) was just a rumor. Turns out the backmasking IS there, but there are more details I didn't know about. Some quotes:

• "Paul is dead- miss him miss him miss him"
• "Turn me on, dead man"
• "I need some wheels, help me help me help me"
• "Something wrong with my eye" (allegedly Paul was shot through the eye)
• "Worst of all he's in the dark chills, remember this please" (they left the body and had to retrieve it later)
• "Paul took the wrong road" (didn't want to go along with the drug-pushing)
• "He said, 'Get me out, get me out', Paul is Paul is Paul is Hare Krishna it seems Paulie is bloody"
• "Ask the law, Paul is dead, done, lost his head, ask the walrus damn he is dead"

That isn't something I normally put a lot of stock in, but some of those come in crystal clear, so it has to be a bit intentional.

Supposedly, Paul McCartney (the real one) either died in a car accident (which really happened, he crashed his Aston Martin) or he was taken somewhere by someone and shot. His alleged replacement is the man we know as Paul McCartney from August of 1966 onward. There are photo comparisons, vocal analyses, and even fingerprints that don't match. The fake Paul, or "Faul" as he's known on the internet, is believed to be a Canadian policeman named Bill Shepperd, who sang on the White Album. He's the "Billy Shears" that the song "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band" refers to.

The worst thing is that the evidence to support the theories is really compelling.

For example, in the very first color pictures of the Beatles, you can clearly see that Paul's eyes were brown. Even in hard light when they'd appear a bit brighter, they were still brown. Nowadays, Paul has green eyes. We've got colored contacts, but did those exist in 1966? I don't really know- one site said 1887 (doubtful) and another said 1981 (sounds right). Case in point:

 His eyes are so dark a brown they're almost black.

As for Bill:

Clearly different. As are his eyebrows- Paul's were wider and had more of a gentle curve, whereas Bill's were shorter, thinner, and much more angular.

The entire facial structure is different, as well. It might be argued that he lost some of his baby fat and it was a result of aging. But one article even mentioned that his palate is wider than when the Beatles first debuted, which, if he were to have undergone surgery to correct his narrow palate, he would've been out of commission for at least a year and he would've suffered a great deal.

So we come to it: Paul VS. "Faul".

The picture on the right is from when "Faul", AKA Billy Shears, AKA Bill Shepperd was first being introduced. For a while, he was just a stand-in when Paul was sick and couldn't perform. There are existing pictures of them both wearing the same outfit on the same day, but it's clearly two different people. This picture, however, has been altered to blur the lines a bit further. This has been done with videos as well.

This is the Paul McCartney we know today. It may be the same person as above, but there may have been multiple "Fauls". This is Billy Shears as well.

The difference here is... astonishing. That couldn't possibly be the same guy. There's only three years' difference between those two shots, and the guy on the right looks ten years older at least!

It's not as hard as you would think to find someone who looks and sounds like another person. Think about Jim Sturgess, "Jude" from the Across the Universe movie. His voice sounds reasonably McCartney-ish, and take a look at him:

Granted, he looks more like Bill than Paul. But the next picture is better.

If that doesn't look like Paul McCartney, I'll go outside right now and eat a gallon of beach sand.

And here we have him in action:

The song actually starts approx. 2:15 in, but the rest is context so it might be worth a view if you haven't seen the movie.

But see? It's not that big a deal.

If it comes to light that this is real, that it's 100% true... I can't even tell you how heartbreaking that would be. Words can't express how much that would hurt. Not just for me, but for the millions of fans who were brought joy by the music these men made together. It might literally kill my mother- I've been dying to discuss it with her but if she sees this stuff and believes it? I couldn't do that to her. I'll let her live in ignorance.

I mean, there are only three things that I've consistently loved my whole life- Sailor Moon, chocolate, and the Beatles. I always kinda thought of them as my uncles, I grew up loving them so much- I even got to visit Uncle Paul at work! Or at least I think I did... And when George Harrison died, my mom told me and I cried for almost an hour. I knew, even at the age of twelve, that the world had lost a truly beautiful person, inside and out. If he had a double (he may have, he suddenly developed a unibrow and his chin looked a wee bit longer into the 70's) he definitely had the least detectable. Save for Ringo's, but let's be honest, who was going to notice anyway? He's Ringo. Very few people, except for hardcore Beatles fans, really gave two shits about the stuff Ringo wrote.

There is some debate as to whether it was the real John Lennon or the double that was killed in 1981. I honestly don't know. But if Paul, George, and Ringo had all been replaced by that point, then certainly John had. And the double was giving interviews that hinted at something- "Everything isn't really what it is, is it?" He may have been eliminated because he was starting to talk. Imagine how the world would've reacted to that! How different things would be if some group controlling the music industry had been exposed. I'm sure that things like that are going on still.

Of course, this also paints the whole Heather Mills situation in a different light. She dragged Paul McCartney's name through the mud for a while after their divorce, but she stopped suddenly. She also talked about a box of evidence that, if she were to be offed, would be opened by the friend who was taking care of it (she never said who) and the contents would be taken to the authorities. I never believed that he would do the things she said he did. Paul McCartney wouldn't. Bill Shepperd might.

I don't know what to believe. But, like I said before, if it's true, it's beyond heartbreaking. We love you, Paul- the real one.

I can't wait to leave this town.

Today, while heading into Wal-Mart to buy a couple of things, I was harassed.

Some skinny redneck, couldn't have been older than 25, was sitting in the bed of his pickup, and when I got out of my car and started for the door, he yelled "Hey, sexy!" at me.

Now, this might not bother other people, but I can't take a real compliment let alone sexual harassment so I yelled "Fuck off!" over my shoulder.

I got my shopping done and went back out to my car- it couldn't have been longer than ten minutes- and he was still out there. He said, "sorry for the disrespect". I said, "Yeah, I'm sure you're real sorry."
"Hey, I was just trying to be nice to your ass!'
"Go fuck your sister, you inbred!" I got in my car, drove to the other side of the parking lot, and went inside to tell someone so that they'd be aware that someone was harassing customers. By the time someone went looking for him, he'd left, but now they know.

This isn't as bad as when G.I. Joe propositioned me, but it's still pretty upsetting. I don't invite that sort of thing- by my age group's standards, I might as well dress like the Church Lady. And it's not like there aren't thousands of smaller, skinnier, cuter girls for him to bother. They'd probably like it.

And this just cements my distaste for guys around my age. That's it. Nobody under 27. If I have to be alone for a few more years then so be it, but I won't deal with anybody who treats me like a piece of property. I may be young but I most certainly am not stupid.

Nobody respond to that last statement...