How I found Tokio Hotel

I was working nights, and my job was SO boring. Basically all I had to do was sit up all night in case the phone rang. (This was back in September 2009.) I found some websites that were quite entertaining, if a little stupid. Okay, a lot stupid. One night, I was on The Site That Shall Not Be Named (I won't say the name because no normal person should go there, it's the epitome of stupid, and I only went there in the first place because my job was so BORING), and the discussion was about androgyny. Someone posted a picture of this...person. I wasn't sure if it was a guy or girl. But they said the name was Bill, so I figured it was a guy. The poster didn't bother putting a last name, so I figured it would be impossible to find out who it was. I almost forgot about it for a few days. It came up in a conversation with my sister two days later, though, and I decided to send her a picture. Only first I had to find one. The one on TSTSNBN had been taken down, which left Google. And all I had was the name "Bill", which is not exactly the most unusual name. I typed in "bill androgynous", and the first thing that came up was a Wikipedia article about Bill Kaulitz. It said he was German, and that he was in a band with his twin brother. I was bored and a little curious, so I went to Youtube and searched for Tokio Hotel. The first video I watched was "Don't Jump". During the watching thereof, I became convinced that this wasn't a real person, because he was just too perfect. I mean, he was the most beautiful person I'd ever seen. No one is that beautiful. Or so I thought. Regardless of whether he was real or just a CGI person that the other band members created to increase their popularity, I was completely taken in. I looked on Google some more, and I found the most wonderful site ever: Tokio Hotel America. I joined the forum 09/27/2009. I admit, I wasn't impressed at first; I broke one of the rules early on and almost got myself banned, after which I refused to go back. My resolve lasted not even a week, for which I'm infinitely glad.

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Gulf of Mexico spill

The whole mess in the Gulf of Mexico really annoys me. I don't understand how anyone, no matter how much they want money, could really not care if they destroy the planet to get it. It's wrong. It doesn't matter which company is responsible, though. None of them are innocent. No one is. Until we can find a better fuel source than oil, things like this will keep happening. And not enough people care. Sure, everyone's sad about the birds and fish in the Gulf of Mexico, but what about the other spills? In Nigeria, over a million gallons of oil spilled into a river delta when an ExxonMobil pipe burst (source: http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2010/may/30/oil-spills-nigeria-niger-delta-shell). In Utah, oil poured into a creek from a broken Chevron Oil Company pipe. The worst of it is, the oil companies don't care. When Nigerian farmers demonstrated against ExxonMobil, they were attacked by security guards. The companies, including BP, have done next to nothing to try and stop this. I don't mean just the Deepwater Horizon spill; I'm referring to preventavive measures to keep spills from occuring in the first place. If giving up oil is impossible (and for some of us, who live in the country miles from stores and jobs, it is) then we should at least try to be responsible and care for the environment enough to ensure the equipment used is safe and in good condition. It's time for the oil companies to answer for destroying the livelihood of hundreds of Nigerian farmers. It's time for BP to answer for destroying an entire ecosystem.

Jaspar

No, it's not about me. My cat is also called Jaspar, I'm just borrowing the name. Jaspar is just over a year old; I adopted him a year ago this month. He and his brother were the last two kittens on the farm where they were born. We took Jaspar home, and we felt so bad about leaving that last kitten that we went back the next day and got Arthur.
I couldn't think of a name for Jaspar. We were going to call him Jonas, but then my sister got Arthur, so Jaspar became my cat, instead of the family cat. I tried out several names, from Rum Tum Tugger to Macavity to Carlisle. Nothing seemed to fit, so for the first two weeks I called him Turnip Head. You know, like Charlie called Aaron in Lost? I finally settled on Jaspar, after the vampire from Twilight.
He drives me crazy. He's always getting in trouble, or getting sick. He has allergies; we had to stop using dryer sheets after we got him. He likes trying to scare me, usually by falling off stuff. Like one time, he fell and got his leg stuck in the blinds. Or the time he tried to walk across a curtain rod. It doesn't help things, either, when I'm trying to sleep and he's biting my feet. I yell at him more than I should, I know.
But then there's those moments when he looks at me with those big green eyes, and rubs his head against my hand and purrs, and I all but melt. I love him.