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Name: Austin
Gender: Male


Interests: I am interested in Very Little I work at a Funeral Home I am single I enjoy guitars and Girls
Expertise: Experts are good liars therefor I am not an Expert I know only two things Love Music thats it
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Nonprofit


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Member Since: 11/15/2003

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Thursday, February 21, 2008

If you don't fake it you won't make so stop all your crying. no one cares like they used to. I am so sick of hearing the world bitch about something so I decided to bitch about that.I am soo sick of religion Jesus Christ is probably sick of it too. I wonder if he has ever wanted to turn in his two week notice cause all we do is whine and complain that life is oh so terrible....or maybe he lets bad things happen so we realize "damn my life isn't that bad, I mean I don't have a leg now but damn I can still knock a mother out" 

    In all honesty I can't really bitch about my life anymore why? cause it keeps the negative things around me and I get all down about some really stupid shit and to think I am in College I have seen the promised land and its good...Thank you Miami girls you by far are the hottest in the world. But thats not all folks, You never thought I'd be back in the music saddle...Sadly I am and if 'Lord willing' (haha) I'll be at it for a long time. Why you might ask? Cause it makes me happier then anything in the world. Thats what life is about is being happy. Being a ripple....Allowing positive energy to flow from me to you seamlessly.  Its like Karma met the good Samaritan and they had a love child.
Just remember inhale,exhale....repeat. Life isn't a linear journey. You move through time and space.


Focus on the Happy thoughts....cause they make you fly.


Friday, September 28, 2007

Almost a year to the day.

 

 

   So, its been awhile yes? Yeah, this is pretty awkward for me. Almost a year to the day and we haven't spoke. Infact your not the bastard that I thought you were. You have faithfully delivered me updates about folks that I don't know anymore well, you make it as if I do know them which is nice. Some of the folks were actually kind of cool and I miss them. Xanga, I atleast owe you an update as I am sure you care.

 

 I am now twenty years old. As I am sure that you already know. I am a sophmore in college. I am double majoring in History and Theater but don't worry I am bound to change it again and, I probably will. I am single yet again. I can't seem to get that right although I did date the same girl the entire span of the time we haven't talked.


Monday, October 09, 2006

DALLAS - Two Texas women who killed their young children in cases that drew nationwide attention have formed a friendship at a state hospital, a newspaper report Yates, who drowned her five children in the bathtub, and Dena Schlosser, whose baby died after she severed the girl's arms with a kitchen knife, became roommates at the Maple unit of the North Texas State Hospital after each was found not guilty by reason of insanity.

"We talk about our past, we talk about our memories, our fun memories, the things that our kids did," Schlosser told The Dallas Morning News. With the support of her family, Schlosser agreed to be interviewed several times by phone.

Yates did not want to come to the phone. But her ex-husband Rusty Yates, who still regularly visits her at the hospital in Vernon, 174 miles northwest of Dallas, said Schlosser has become a friend.

"Hopefully, they can help each other through the long recovery process," he said.

The two women will probably be in the state's care for years, remaining at Vernon or another hospital until their doctors and judges agree they can be released.

Conversations between the women often revolve around their young daughters — Mary Yates was 6 months old and Maggie Schlosser was 10 months old when they died.

Schlosser's parents, Connie and Mick Macaulay of Canada, said their daughter once tearfully called after talking with Yates.

"They'd talked a lot about Mary and Maggie," said Mick Macaulay, a mental health counselor. "They were feeling guilty, remorseful and sad."

Schlosser, 37, was already at the hospital when Yates, 42, arrived this summer. Yates drowned her children at her family home in suburban Houston in 2001 and Schlosser cut off her daughter's arms in her family home in suburban Dallas in 2004.

The women have much in common. Both were married, stay-at-home moms who followed out-of-the mainstream religious leaders. Both suffered from postpartum depression and psychosis after the birth of their daughters.

Yates, who had been a nurse, believed when she drowned her five children — Mary, 2-year-old Luke, 3-year-old Paul, 5-year-old John and 7-year-old Noah — that she was protecting them from Satan. Schlosser, who has a degree in psychology, wanted to offer her baby to God.

While Schlosser has no distinct memories of what she calls "the tragedy," she knows she killed Maggie.

During her trial, psychiatrists said that in her delusional mind, she believed God wanted her to cut off the baby's arms.

"I had delusions that were going on that I didn't understand, but I believed them. I thought I was doing the right thing," she said.

Schlosser eventually hopes to reconcile with her surviving daughters. The girls, now 8 and 11, live with their father, who has filed for divorce.

She's written her daughters a letter a week since her arrest, telling the girls how much she loves and misses them. But she's waiting to mail them until the girls are ready to read them.

She also knows they aren't ready to see her yet.

"I'm willing to wait. I'll wait as long, I'll wait for the rest of my life," she said. "I love them dearly. My kids are my world, and they always will be."

Yates has no living children but will one day be buried with her children, a right she won in the divorce.


Sunday, August 27, 2006

fail‧ure[feyl-yer] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation
–noun
1.an act or instance of failing or proving unsuccessful; lack of success: His effort ended in failure. The campaign was a failure.
2.nonperformance of something due, required, or expected: a failure to do what one has promised; a failure to appear.
3.a subnormal quantity or quality; an insufficiency: the failure of crops.
4.deterioration or decay, esp. of vigor, strength, etc.: The failure of her health made retirement necessary.
5.a condition of being bankrupt by reason of insolvency.
6.a becoming insolvent or bankrupt: the failure of a bank.
7.a person or thing that proves unsuccessful: He is a failure in his career. The cake is a failure.



So after a summer of thought and work and now with school. I have proven Myself one thing that that word above this post, isn't me. I didn't fail when I stood up for what was right. I didn't hide, I didn't run from the fact that sometimes you sacrifice a group that you considered family for integrity and trust.

I have heard the names that I have been called and the stories that were told, But know this friends, The Truth Never Changes,Ever. I have heard that I have been called autism,robocop and a handful of childish names, okay so lets just going ahead and deal with it shall we?

As I sit here infront of this screen I see that I am proud of who I am. I am who I am and Fuck you if you don't like it.Thank whatever god that your not me.




Monday, July 17, 2006

Currently Listening: Live in Brooklyn
Dear Friend,

Ever since you passed away a few weeks ago I have felt funny. Something wasn't right knowing that you are gone forever, and if there is an after life i have to wait til I die to see you. It sucks. I thought I heard you talking while I was at work. I turned my head and even thought for a moment it was you. Was it?/ i don't think so. I guess i am still shook up, I tried somethings that you did, I like them. I like feeling numb. you were an inspiration to me and I can't write much music right now. I think that I miss you. I did what you told me that night. I gave up everything i believe in  just for a new perspective. You were right about alot of people. how did you know?...for some reason I am not the same. your funeral was nice, they sent a nice spray and the pastors spoke real nice about you. your videos made me laugh and cry all at the same time. I still cry about it on occasion, I guess cause there are many other people who deserved to be laying there instead of you. I miss you.

Austin



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