I'm a Vegetarian

All my life, I have eaten meat, pounds of blubbery flesh, and crisp crunches of bacon.
Although, I have been pro to animal rights for all eternity. Recently, I was researching animal abuse online, and I found this website that physically made me sick. People can eat meat, but never really look into the suffering of the animal.
I, for one thing am not going to tell people what to believe, how to live or eat.
I just know that this is right for me. This is what I want. To not eat animals, to love them. Although that seems corny; corny is good for me.

The website is www.peta.org.

Not for the faint of heart, if you love animals.

Yann Tiersen

He is a french composer since 1995. He also wrote and composed songs for the french movie 'Amélie', in which I have not seen, but want to equally as bad as I want to hear his amazing and fascinating music.
Yann Tiersen is a sheer inspiration to me. He helps me think, helps me write, and gives me this beautiful melodies that would keep me awake in the morning and leave me in peace at night.

I have heard a lot from him, but this is my personal favorite. A fan of his made this video, and although the song actually has lyrics and goes by the title 'Rue De Cascades', I honestly like it better this way, because it will make you think, dream, live, speak and wonder about his musical inspirations.

The Wedding

My older sister Laurie plans to get married very soon.
I don't know the exact date just yet, but since I am the Maid of Honor I am entitled to write something about the bride and her to-be husband. But, I do not know what exactly to write yet, but I have some scribble on paper I wrote today.
These are just little notes, and I doubt I will use any of them for the actual wedding, but I just wanted to know what you all think.


#1 Love

Love is dark
Love is uneasy
Not easily forgotten
But easily remembered
Lost love staring bright
But true love is known
When you say I am forever yours.



#2 Words

A thousand small words
Speaking only through your heart
Never forgotten
Nor your love.


#3 Forever

Hello and always
Fates reaching hand
Is keeping so true, so lovely
In the still sand
'I promise to keep close'
I know you will say.



I am not really into so much love poetry, but sometimes it can be pretty.


Farewell.

Hell & Religion

Satan is a fiery being. He is red and steamy from head to toe, and drinks of your blood.
Well, isn't that what Jesus told us to do?
But, if Satan is all he is cooked up to be, then why didn't I think to date him sooner?


One thing I could never understand is Satanism. I have read so much about it in my search for a better religion if one at all. But, through the great talk of it, the awesome religion is was all cooked up to be, it was nothing other than believing in yourself or becoming your own God. And I, personally do not care to become my own God, so I had to shun the idea altogether.

My Puppies

I absolutely love animals, end of story. That's how I know I could never marry a person who doesn't like animals, because I would probably love the animals more than the person.


Or not.


Here are some photographs of my puppies, my loves, my little fury wonders:












I hope you like animals, but no pressure.....


*Sensual eyes blinking*


Farewell you ol' humbugs.

LIBRARY

I really, really, really want to own a giant library in my house.

It is completely unfair how the Beast in "Beauty and the Beast" gave her this forever library.

Maybe I should invest in one.

Maybe I shouldn't be jealous of disney characters.


Farewell.

The School.

For now, I am helping my sister and her husband out by walking to the school every week and taking my niece, Dylan to her speech class, and I also walk everyday to pick up my nephew Oliver.
Anyway, this is what I observed from the school...


As I walk my niece Dylan to her speech class, the air is crisp and children are nowhere to be seen, but they are heard.
The walk seems long, as she drags her feet. The steps seem to be longer than last time I had this little adventure.
We finally arrive and we sit in uncomfortable chairs that seem to be so cheap that they are not worth sitting in.
I get a backache just thinking about them, actually.
The seats are getting warm as we sit and wait for one of the five teachers to actually pay attention to us and direct us to the right class for Dylan. We continue to wait, as nobody seems to care if we sit there for long periods of time.
I stand up, staring at the closest teacher, who had avoided talking to me to begin with. Great service, right?
The teachers there are overly fluffy, with too much colour on their clothes, and way too much makeup.
As they stare at me sadly, knowing that they might actually have to help me, I begin to wonder why they act this way, then I realize that they are just too fluffy to get up, to lazy to answer questions, and too colorful to be seen by normal people, after all, they might burn someone’s eyeballs right out.

Dylan is finally called away, after the waiting for awhile had worn her into the ground and the flowers she was holding have died. She quickly runs to her teacher, who seemed pleasant, with a big smile and an underpaid job.
I hold my book neatly in my hands, trying to avoid any conversations the teachers might like to start with me, being the “bad influence” that I am. The book is somewhat interesting, but the background talking is what is really getting to me. They pass around stale jokes about how they love the cheap Easter candy and how bad some children behave.
A woman, who could not have been more than twenty-five, her expression is upset as she walks directly to the main fluffy teacher on the computer, whose beads were unbelievably cheap and gaudy. The woman begins to explain how she needs the email address of a certain child’s parents, because that child had committed a crime by saying something nasty to her own child. ‘Should I tell them directly, what the child has said’, she asked the crusty old bag for a teacher. ‘Well, you are the parent, it’s up to you, but if I were in your shoes, I would keep it quiet’, the crusty teacher replies.


I sit there in total silence, and laugh at the stupidity of the teacher and her crusty, fluffy ways. I mean, what is the point of giving someone advice, if you aren’t actually giving good advice. She must have never learned that part of life. As the concerned mother leaves, the teachers make nasty comments about her behind her back. ‘ I would have just been quiet about the whole thing, but it’s up to that woman’. It seems like such a nice place to let your children be raised, huh? Exactly my point. As soon as Dylan was free from her Kindergarten class we walked directly out of building without giving any smiles to the fluffy teachers with undercooked potato attitudes.

I know, next week I will return to that place, but by then I think I will realize how to tune them out completely.




Farewell fuzzy biscuits.

Sickness Rising

Houston, at this point has been nothing more than a pool of sickness and infections.

I don't know why so many people live here when it is so full of disease.

This place has been my home for two months, and in those two months I have found myself sick 4 times.

Pretty excited, huh?

Kinda makes you want to move to houston, now doesnt it?


All I can do at this point is name the good and bad of being sick.



1. You have an excuse for a day or two to be completely lazy. (Good)

2. Every food you eat, every beer you drink tastes like meat. (Bad)

3. People pay extra uneeded attention to you. (Good)

4. People pay WAY TOO MUCH ATTENTION TO YOU! (Bad)


The point is, being sick has it's ups and downs, but sometimes, either ones can be a real pain.

I don't like sickness. It takes away from any fun I could possibly have.

Damn you sickness!!


Farewell.

Key 80's songs

I wanted to buck the norm and show my sweet followers some of the great 80's songs I have found myself completely amused and fascinated by.


1. She Blinded Me With Science





2. Bohemian Rhapsody.




3. Don't You Want Me Baby




4. Oh Sherry (or in my mind "oh shari").




5. Hold Me Now





Take Me On






Yes, and although these videos are both scary and confusing, I'm sure somewhere in your heart you will secretly love them too.


Farewell.

My sisters and I

I have a very big family, I am the youngest of eight siblings (we have ten including my parents).

So, I have decided to put a very orgasmic and sweet little post in honor of my sisters, no matter how cruel and dumb they sometimes can be.

Karen is the oldest of the four girls, she will be celebrating her 32nd birthday in May.

Christina had just celebrated her 29th birthday, and she is feel pretty old right about now, and wondering if she should continue to lie about her age.

Laurie (my star) is going to celebrate her 21st birthday in august.
Finally, she'll be able to legally drink, hooray!

Shari (in other words, me) I am going to be celebrating my 18th birthday in December.
And also, I'm strange.

Laurie:




Tina:




Karen:






And some other random photos of my sisters and I
















Farewell, my das Schinkenbrots

April Fools Day

So basically, though I had absolutely no money to my name, no way of transpertation, I decided to take April Fool's day into my own hands.

And although I couldn't physically play a wicked little game on someone, I just the best thing I could: the internet.

I told several of my close friends and company that I have fallen ill and had gone to the doctor, and the doctor gave me some distressing news, that #1 I was pregnant.

My friends were enraged, sad, confused, and yet had little to no words to actually speak.

But always, after another great april fools, I decided to tell them #1 that I, Shari Noelle Osborn, age 17, favorite colour black (though it's actually a shade), would without anything else added in my wicked game, tell them I was lying.


What a wonderfully twisted world we live in, eh?