The way humans can be so cruel sickens me. Even through ignorance there is no reason that such cruelty is acceptable. Especially to animals that are so little and helpless that they rely solely on us to keep them happy and healthy through their life.

I'm sure most of you have been wondering where I have been for the last few weeks or so.

The answer is we have two new additions to our family. Harley and Pepe le Peu are our new guinea pigs. Harley was abused and we adopted her from our neighbors. The conditions they kept her in were so disgusting that just thinking about it makes me angry. They kept her in a WASHTUB. It wasn't a proper cage, but a washtub with a hole cut into the side for a water bottle. They bought her but didn't bother to buy the necessities for taking care of her. Her bedding was shredded newspaper that hadn't been cleaned in at least a few weeks. It was so soiled and stuck to the bottom that I had to scrape it out with a hand shovel.

Not to mention it smelled so bad that my eyes were watering just standing beside it. I can't imagine what living in it was like.

She so scared of people it's heartbreaking. She has certainly gotten better in the last week we've had her. However, that doesn't change how frightened she is. She doesn't squeak when I pick her up, she screams. She acts like I'm going to hurt her just by putting my finger gently on her head. My brother claims that they kept her in a dark closet and chased her to make her run into the sides of the washtub. I think they must have hurt her by pulling her ears too because she hates her ears being touched.

How is this any way to keep an animal? I saw the family this morning and I couldn't help but grit my teeth and just glower at them. If I could I would tell them all off, scold them for the way they kept her. Nothing deserves to live in a place like that.

Those people should be kept in similar conditions until they understand what they did to her. I'm tearing up now with anger and hatred just thinking of what they did to that poor little pig.

But now she's in a better place, a place that loves her. She loves me I think, as I'm the only one she'll sit still for. She'll snuggle right up to me and close her eyes as she squeaks softly. I think she realizes that things are going to change for her. No more stinky cages and no more abuse. Just love and food...lord knows she's already gained a little weight from us feeding her.

And she loves Pepe, our other new little pig. We bought her just for Harley, a little companion in hopes that Harley would warm up to her new home. So far it has worked and they love each other. Hopefully this will be a new page in Harley's life that changes how she looks at everything. Nobody, animals or humans, should have to suffer through abuse and expect to accept it as a way of life. I know one thing for certain - Harley will never be at risk for that again.


If you are planning to buy an animal, go to your nearby shelter and see if there is a pet that will be a wonderful addition to your home. Every day so many animals are dropped off at shelters, and as the number in those shelters grow, the probability of them finding a home goes down. Adopt an older pet as well! The puppies and kittens always get adopted first, leaving the older animals will little hope.

And always research the animal before you buy one. Before I bought my guinea pigs I did extensive research to make sure they would be comfortable and happy with me. Love isn't the only thing they need. Love doesn't feed them, water them, or clean them. We do. Our actions do.

For those who love and take care of their animals, I praise you and cheer you on. For those who see their pets as a glorified one time deal, then owning one isn't for you. Find a home where it'll be happy and cared for. Animals aren't a fantasy story, and they aren't going to be instantly loving and begging at your feet. They are a responsibility, and need to be treated as such.



This is for the abused and the rescued, and for my pigs who will never know that kind of place.

Gah, so not a whole lot has been going on in the world of Ele. Except work and school. That seems to be everything I do lately. And Psychology has been kicking my ass, big time. It's hard for me to pay attention at 9 am and get everything, especially big technical words :C But I'm trying, and I'm sure I'll get it eventually. But ah well.

As some of you will see, I have set up a photo shoot of sorts with my pigs. I'll group them all into a file in my gallery, but they're scattered in there too. Any tips on photography regarding those images is greatly appreciated :3 They're so cute, I love my pigs. Haha.

Anyways, I've been out a few days too. My wrist was sprained at work, but it's feeling much better now that I've given it a chance to rest.

I'm also thinking about doing some manips here soon as well. I need to practice my manes and tails, so that's what I'm going to be focusing on mostly. If anyone has any tips on those, give me a heads up in some sort or fashion. I would really appreciate it!

Ah, I think all of my updates are done. I'm still offering prints on my photography and stock photography if anyone is interested in a print. They're not professional quality, but I do the best that I can. :3



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I know, I just posted a rant, but I need to post another one (and I need to reply to my messages e.e)

Many of those who know me IRL know that I am a conservative person, but not in the sense of political views. I keep my feelings to myself unless I strongly protest, even though in some situations I do keep it to myself, such as at work. It makes it difficult in my relationships with my friends, my family, and my boyfriend.

But I can't take it anymore. I'm so sick of everything. I know my boyfriend is going to see this and I want him to. I've been hurting so much recently that it's unbearable. I'm on a fucking anxiety medication because I can't handle it.

I'm so tired of being lumped together with other women, or compared. So and so this, so and so that. I'm not his friends, I'm not the other girls that he knows. I'm me, I'm fucking ME. I'm not going to hurt him, or cheat on him, or do anything that would damage our relationship, but that seems to have been lost in a world of insecurities and uncertainty. I too am insecure when it comes to myself, the way I act, the way I look, everything.

It doesn't seem that way, I know, online, because I throw myself into everything and am the optimist that everyone looks to when they need a good rant. But now it's my turn.

He jokes all of the time, "oh, is that what you say to all your boyfriends?" and other variations. It makes me wonder, do I act like a slut or a whore? What have I done to warrant such jokes?

For the past week, I've cried myself to sleep everything because I wonder if I'm doing anything right. I wonder sometimes if he's found someone else, someone who is better than me. I feel so goddamn jealous when he talks about his gal friends, because I want to be the one who he hangs out with and goes to Ihop with at midnight. But I can't be, because I'm fucking 2300 miles away.

There are days when I stare at myself in the mirror and wonder what he sees when he looks at me. I see nothing more than me, not a pretty girl, not a confident and strong girl, not anything. I see a me who needs to improve on everything. I feel like I'll never be good enough, and it's gotten to the point where I look at others and compare myself because I don't know what else to do.

Sometimes I just sit there and wonder if he talks about them because he wants me to be that way. So and so this, so and so that, oh so and so does it this way. I don't fucking care. What do you want from me? I feel like I'm trapped in a glass box and I can't get out, can't attract anyone's attention even by banging on the walls. Do you want me to change? Is that what it is?

Am I not pretty enough? Am I not talkative enough? WHAT FUCKING IS IT?

Why can't I please, why can't I just make everything right? I can't even stop myself from crying as I write, feeling my throat close up because I'm trying to hold it all back. I've always been a support for other people, and now I'm in desperate need of one.

It's thanks to ~AndaluBee ~Art-of-Hails ~Dark--Magic and many others that I've managed to stay so fucking sane. They've been there to listen to me when I don't know who else to talk to. They're like my angels. They don't judge me, something I'm tired of having put up against me.

I'm out of gas, I don't know what else to do. I can't run away anymore, because there's nowhere to run. There's no other way for me to escape. I can't go riding anymore, and art seems like a chore. I'm collapsing in on myself.


So with that my rant is over, and I leave you to either pity party with me or turn your nose up in disgust. I don't care either way.



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My brother seriously pisses me off. I can't wait until I can get out of this house, because he is such a dumb ass and a little shithead. He talks bigger than he is, and he thinks he's so cool because he talks so big.

This morning he was throwing a fit being in a pissy mood because my mother fucking coddles him all of the time. She treats him like a little prince and when he doesn't get his way he throws a tantrum (he's 15 by the way). I was trying to eat my breakfast when he came stomping out throwing shit around and banging cupboards. I pretty much told him to stop and he began to cuss me out, telling me to shut up.

And so who gets in trouble? Me. That's right.

I got in trouble for telling him to stop.

But he didn't get one lick for calling me a bitch, a whore, and all this other shit because she "didn't hear it". WAY TO FUCKING GO MOM. WAY TO FUCKING GO.

Then he proceeded to rant and complain to my mom how much I treat him like shit and what not. That's right, I treat him like shit. I went out of my way to pick him up from the YMCA TWICE. Once on my way home from a six hour shift at work. THAT'S RIGHT GUYS, I TREAT HIM LIKE UTTER SHIT.

I could have made his ass walk home in the dark. But I'm such a shitty sister I went to pick him up.

Fucking hell, I hate him. I hate him with every fiber of my being, and when I get out of here I'm not going to look back. Some relationships just aren't meant to be, and the one I have with my brother is not. Something is wrong with him, and no one seems to notice. He threw a fit over 200$ bike parts until he got them. He threw a fit over getting a Super Nintendo until he got it. He threw a fit over a Spongebob board game until he got it.

What the hell.

I'm so glad I didn't turn out like that. I wouldn't be able to live with myself.

And what hurts is the fact that he said he can't wait until I leave, because then he doesn't have to deal with me.

Whatever.

I don't have to do shit for him, and I'm not going to. He can get a driver's license and drive himself down to the Y. I'm not putting up with him anymore.

Sorry, I needed to rant. I'm sure there's other people out there who understand what this is like. Power to us.



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I wanted to get my whining off my front page xD Nothing much has been happening. Going to be uploading some more stock from the track, as we went yesterday. I think I'm going to try to remove the tack off some of the photos for those who are unable to. We'll see how well it goes, anyways.

In other news, I got a lot of things I have to do. Photomanips to make, stock to upload, posts to reply to, and I feel like throwing up all over my computer e.e I don't know why, but sudden nausea just set in and laying down hasn't helped. Merrh. I wonder if it was that kettle corn I was snacking on...probably. Ugh, thinking about it doesn't help D:

Well...don't know what else to update with. Hopefully going to see G-Force soon. Looks like such a cute movie, and reminds me of my pigs :3 My fat lazy fuzzballs, hehe.



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