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A Tax on Vaginas: My Comeback Story

Look!  There’s another post on this website that my ten or so followers have definitely forgotten about after over a year of silence.

And look!  It has the word vaginas in the title!  This author has clearly changed.

Actually, my last post was about abortion, so… kind of the same thing.  Abortions definitely are related to vaginas…  I really need to not use ellipses because you know kinda less than formal, but I’m writing this as I would say it, and I’d definitely be inserting some dramatic pauses/weird faces in those ellipses.

Quickly, here’s the deal on me returning to this blog: no idea if I’m going to keep up with it, no idea what I’m going to want to write about from day to day.  Probably sometimes books and recipes like before and sometimes I’m gonna talk about vaginal taxation because I get really worked up about stupid stuff.  But I’m going to try to be on here and interact with the rest of the blogosphere because my real life is kind of stressful right now with the whole college application, last year being a kid thing, and I’m kinda in that existential crisis phase, so I need an outlet (i.e. a random blog where I can spew thoughts into the abyss of the internet.)

First thought upon returning: why on earth are there taxes on pads and tampons?

Let’s throw menstrual cups and all other menstrual blood absorbing/collecting/stopping devices in too because I don’t discriminate.  Unlike the Government Taxation Dipwads who are taxing my period.

I should not be charged for having a uterus.

That’s ridiculous.

Food is not taxed because it is necessary for life.  Since we aren’t sending women to sit alone in huts during their period anymore, I would argue that sanitary items are also necessary for life.  I can’t go about my day-to-day activities with blood streaming down my legs.  Everyone will ask me, “Oh my gosh, are you ok?  We need to take you to the hospital!”  And I’ll say, “No need.  This happens every month.  You might need to reupholster that chair I sat in though.”

In my state of Ohio, I can get breath mints without tax.  But if I use those mints to get frisky on my period, I’m gonna need some pads too.  Otherwise, my date’s going to think I am either an unsanitary idiot or dying.  I guess it could help me weed out the necrophiliacs, but I hope that I’m capable of discovering that without leaking bloody goo all over the place.

And you know what I can get for absolutely free?

Birth control pills and condoms.

If I were pregnant, I wouldn’t have to worry about my bloody vagina, but that would really defeat the point of all those safe sex, stop teen pregnancy campaigns, now wouldn’t it?  So since you’re helping me not be pregnant, you should really help me prevent a Carrie incident while my body’s shooting out blanks.

Because I’m really proud of that line, and I want to save some of the period complaints for another day, I’m gonna sign off here.


But frowns for the taxation department.  I mean seriously, do you think I want to have to wear a pseudo-diaper or shove a stick up myself for a week?

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Wattpad and Abortion

This post’s been sitting as a draft for awhile, and now, I’m going to publish my crazy since I promised a post today and only have 14 minutes until it’s technically tomorrow.  Please, don’t be offended by the following; I don’t think it’s offensive, but I’m giving it a disclaimer anyway. Now, onto the show…

Wattpad and Abortion.

Yes, I am sticking by that title.

It’s not weird.

Ok, maybe a little.

In fact, I’m experiencing severe titletular regret right now- regret pertaining to the naming of a certain piece of work, often the best choice compared to other options.

But looking past the title, let’s get to the meat and potatoes, or rather wattpad and abortion.

A while back, I leapt into the wattpad world and was very happy with what I found.  I read some of Miranda Kenneally’s excerpts, found an Amanda Hocking story(Forgotten Lyrics), and some cutesy romance.  And I’ve been planning on sharing.

It seems like a really awesome community, and there are some really great stories on there, so you should check it out.

Now, onto abortion.  Stuff’s about to get real.  Also, spoilers for a certain Wattpad story, Cherry Knots, are coming.

This short story, Cherry Knots, that I read on Wattpad was good; I flew threw it one lazy Sunday.  However, I got kind of pissy at the end because, well, the big secret that the main girl had been keeping the whole time was that she’d had an abortion.  And I realized I have some very strong opinions on the topic that I believe are worth sharing.

First, some background about the story.  The main character is recovering from severe depression and constantly hinting about what caused her depression, bringing up a mysterious person that slept next to her in her bed and that she did something to that caused her to die.

Throughout the book, I was reading some of the comments, and the suspicions were split between sister and baby.  I was hoping it’d be a sister because in my experience, teen pregnancy usually ruins YA books.  My hopes were crushed.

It’s revealed that the girl got pregnant, had an abortion, and regretted it afterward because she ended her daughter’s life, thinking at one point:

It was the way I sometimes dreamt of her, what she could’ve been, what she could’ve done, had I actually let her live.  It came to the point where the guilt weighed down so heavily I honestly felt like I didn’t deserve to live.”

I understand that viewpoint of abortion.     The one where a potential life is destroyed in the womb.  The one where it’s immoral and causes guilt.  I don’t mind that view in people who have experienced this.  Who have been put in that situation and had to consider that.  It’s completely fair to feel that way for them.  However, the anti-abortionists, especially the religious nuts, who are against it…  I have no patience for them.  Because it’s not their right to state it’s immoral.  It’s for the accidentally pregnant girl/woman to decide.

And here’s my main thought concerning this topic:

Sure, there’s a potential life being destroyed in the womb, unaware, nothing more than a little bundle of cells.  It may as well be a fly, it’s so small. (By the way, another thing, do most people concern themselves with killing flies?  No.  All righteous anti-abortionists out there, do you kill bugs?  Because if so, I want to slap you even more.  Make up your mind.  Are we killing living things or not?  Also, how many meat eating anti-abortionists are out there?  Because I can’t take you seriously, either.  You do realize that those poor genetically modified chickens you’re stuffing down your gullet are actually aware when they’re collapsing under the unnatural weight of their bodies and having their internal organs fail trying to sustain all that weight?  While we’re at it, why don’t plants generally get acknowledged as having souls?  I mean, Spot or Fido or Fluffy dies, and you tell the kids, “Don’t worry, he’s up in heaven,” but your ficus dies, and you’re like “Darn, hopefully I can reuse that pot.”)

…Sorry ’bout that.  Self righteous vegetarian speaking, er, typing here.

Anyway… yeah, sure, there’s a potential life being destroyed.  But what about the actual life that’s just hitting its prime, unprepared for a child, completely aware, possibly ruined or greatly disadvantaged going forward?  Yes, I mean the mother.  And the father, for that matter.

Now, the thing is, I can’t talk about what it’s like for a would-be-mom, especially a teen, trying to decide whether or not to get an abortion.

However, I can provide the viewpoint of an accident.

Yeah, I was not planned.  My mom was 19, which is better than many, but still not exactly the age at which you want to have a kid, especially considering the fact that she was in college and living with her mom and definitely not with a guy who was completely together.  Not to insult my dad- I love him- but his choices aren’t exactly fantastic sometimes.

And again, I can’t tell you what she thought at the time.  I can’t tell you if she wished it’d never happened.  I can’t tell you if she was happy.  I have no idea.  I’ve never talked to her about it.  It’s kind of an awkward thing to bring up.  Like, “hey, you know how you had unprotected sex with my dad unmarried at 19 and became a poster child for accidental pregnancy?  I’m cool with that, since you know… Existing is kinda nice.”

Anyway, I can tell you how I felt when I realized I was a mistake.

I can tell you about my guilt.

The guilt that came with always wondering if my parents’ lives would be better if I’d never happened.  If they would have better jobs.  If they would have better paramours.  If, if, if, the list goes one, but I won’t bore you.  I often wonder if that’s why I’m so desperate to please, never inconveniencing anyone, even if that means just not asking a simple question.

And the thing is, my life is good.  I have a pretty great life.  I’m loved, I have a great family, I go to a wonderful school, I’m pretty spoiled, too.  I mean, yeah, there are some things I wish were different, but don’t we all?  I can’t imagine how much worse that guilt could be if my life weren’t so great.  If my mom had struggled more with raising me or had been abandoned by her family.  And that’s how a lot of teenage pregnancies turn out, I think.  The person isn’t ready, their life is screwed over (both parents), and the new life they create (that was possibly saved by choosing against an abortion) can be so full of guilt and bitterness and sorrow and hatred that there’s… simply suffering from all parties.

So, yeah, I think abortion is a completely justified decision.

I’m not going to get into anything else on the matter because then I’ll get worked up and sound psychotic.

I know this was kinda heavy, but I felt that I needed to share, so….



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New Years Resolutions 2014

I’m still working it all out because I’ve been ridiculously busy this last week with family things (helping out with my little cousins, New Years Day dinner, and my grandpa had surgery earlier this week), so I figured I’d still keep it fairly easy and share some New Years Resolutions.  Plus, if I actually accomplish these this year, I can brag about it next year. So… here we go!

1) Read the book stack.

I think I mentioned my shame pile in the Top Ten Tuesday I did awhile back, but if you need a reminder, here it is:


Or, if you’d prefer a look at the covers…


Now, to be fair, I have read four of these since these pictures were taken.  I’ve also added one… Don’t judge.  Oh, and I gave one to a friend as a birthday present…Remember, no judging.

The up-to-date count is 36.  I really need to get through these. Or get rid of them. Something.  I will say, it was convenient when my procrastination got in the way of my ability to give a gift.

2) Build up this blog.

I want to make a site that will amuse and interest people.  I want to make bloggy friends.  I want to establish a strong internet presence, since my real life one is somewhat meek.  But you know what they say: the meek shall inherit the world.

Maybe world domination is my goal.

Just kidding.

*whispers behind hand* I’m not.

To be fair, I do have a secondary, ulterior motive for this blog, but I’ll share that when it works.  First, I have to conjure an awesome blog.

3) Exercise more.

I know. It’s everyone’s goal.  Except the already fit. Congratulations, health nuts, you get to be even more annoying than usual this time of year.  Good job shaming everyone.

I really don’t exercise much at all.  I’m not sporty or particularly athletic naturally, and I find no use for unfun activities in my life, but I’m going to do it.  I’m determined.

4)Start volunteering.

I both need and want to do this.  I like helping people; I like fixing things.  Plus, it’s a bit of a necessity for school stuff.  I’m very set with my grades, but if I don’t round myself out, I’m not going to have the stunning college application I desire.

5)  Write a book.

I’ve wanted to do this for quite some time, and I think I could; I have so much stuff floating around in my brain, I’m pretty sure I can pull a book out of it.  Plus, I’d like to add my stories to the many that have been created.  I think I could make something entertaining, and maybe put it up somewhere.

So far, I’ve just had trouble sticking with one idea long enough to put together any semblance of a novel.

Which leads me to six…

6) Follow through.

Just in general.  I have so many plans and ideas and wants in my head, but I rarely follow through, which I think is a major problem.  If I can’t manage to follow through on things, I have no chance at making myself happy.  Which is the ultimate goal in life, I think.

I feel like those are the main ones.  There are some others that I’m sure I’m not remembering right now, and some that just aren’t incredibly important.  For example, getting organized.  That’s more of a way to help along the rest of my goals anyway.

Plus, it is 11:52 and I’d really like this to show up as a post on 1/2/2014 which won’t happen if I don’t finish this up in the next 8 minutes.

So, do you have any resolutions?

Let’s be honest, most of us are doomed to fail at these.

But who’s to stop us from trying?

On that happy note,



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What the Heck?! ~ Ceiling Dragons???

(Don't you love my dragon? It's adorable.)
(Don’t you love my dragon? It’s adorable.)

I figured that it would be best to, for my first real post, explain the name of my blog, because I doubt anyone who reads this will have any idea what I’m talking about, considering the only other people who had my same 6th/7th grade English teacher, Ms. Brown, might know.

Ms. Brown is one of my all-time favorite teachers; she was very laid back (partially because she was teaching 6th and 7th grade together, in one class, which didn’t make any sense).  I still clearly remember once someone’s phone went off while we were talking about a sci-fi story, and she said, “The aliens are trying to contact us.”

In her room, there were three or four round, red stickers on her ceiling to mark something or other; I can’t remember.  One day, someone asked about those stickers, and she told us they were the eyes of the dragons in the ceiling that would come down and eat us if we weren’t good.  It kind of stuck as an inside joke between some of my friends in that same class.

While I was debating throughout the month of August whether I wanted to start a blog or not, I couldn’t for the life of me think of a title.  I tried messing around with some of my favorite words, book-related terms, my name (which was also inspired by a teacher when she called out Haily Hay, instead of using my entire last name; I loved it; it’s got a ring to it), and you won’t believe how many google searches I did for interesting words.  Then, when the time came that I had finally decided to make a blog, I ran through the best I had come up with, and none of them tasted right.  I was just about to give up and title the blog something boring and overdone when it sprung into my head:

Ceiling Dragons.

It’s fun. It’s cute.  It makes me laugh.

It’s perfect.

What do you think of my title?  Now that you’ve read my story, does it make more sense?

Thanks for reading! Smiles!