So, I just wanted to point a few things out.
First off, the issue of Hot Topic.
Just so everyone knows, it's the same concept of Aeropostale, Hollister, PacSun, etc. It's a product of corporate America. It's expensive in that store just like those other stores too. They just have a different brand of clothing in which they sell. Just because someone shops at Hot Topic doesn't mean their hardcore. Just because someone shops at Aeropostale doesn't make them "prep".
The people on here raging about these insanly stupid clique wars need to grow up. Your immaturity is showing. Learn that people are going to be different, accept it and get over it. Making fun of one another is not going to stop, I realize that...but don't act like your the superior because of your lifestyle. Ok?
You spend your time sitting in circles with your friends
Pontificating to each other
Forever competing for that one moment of self-aggrandizing glory
In which you hog the intellectual spotlight
Holding dominion over the entire shallow pointless conversation
Oh, we’re not worthy
When you walk by a group of quote-unquote normal people
You chuckle to yourself patting yourself on the back as you scoff
It's the same superiority complex
Shared by the high school jocks who made your life a living hell
And makes you a slave to the competitive capitalist dogma
You spend every moment of your waking life ing about
[Second verse from Say Anything's Admit It]
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April 19, 2008
Hey all *waves and hugs*
Ok, so as few of you probably know, I made a myspace for a toy dinosaur out of complete bordom, and was struck by an idea. Why not turn the myspace into a place where anything from music to the presidental campign is discussed? So, that's what I'm trying to turn it into. I might make a forum site for it later or a myspace group...maybe...I don't know yet. Anywho, it will be used to be discussed anything you would like to discuss and to share your creations. Oh, and I don't care about what label you fit under, everyone is welcome.
www.myspace.com/dino_starz
and, if you're a bit uneasy about adding him b/c of whatever reason...I can give you my myspace.
Message me or leave a comment on this journal for that.
www.myspace.com/dino_starz
and, if you're a bit uneasy about adding him b/c of whatever reason...I can give you my myspace.
Message me or leave a comment on this journal for that.
posted at 9:33 am EDT | 0 comments
March 16, 2008
TASTE OF CHAOS WAS AMAZING!!!
It was epic! I loved it so much! It was my first a7x show and it almost seems surreal.
When they came on I kept thinking, "My heroes are onstage...right there...in 3D.."
The "In 3D" is kind of an inside joke.
My friend Casey and I became someone's hero that day b/c we skipped school for this concert. *shrugs*
At the last two songs my dad saw that the security was dying down. (it was pretty tight). So he helped me jump the small divider from the seats and the pit so I could get closer. It was so amazing. I was in shock for awhile. =D
I didn't get up towards the front or anything, I was in the back, standing on a small soapbox type thing. It was amazing though.
Whoever is going to any of thier other ones have as much fun as possible. =]
When they came on I kept thinking, "My heroes are onstage...right there...in 3D.."
The "In 3D" is kind of an inside joke.
My friend Casey and I became someone's hero that day b/c we skipped school for this concert. *shrugs*
At the last two songs my dad saw that the security was dying down. (it was pretty tight). So he helped me jump the small divider from the seats and the pit so I could get closer. It was so amazing. I was in shock for awhile. =D
I didn't get up towards the front or anything, I was in the back, standing on a small soapbox type thing. It was amazing though.
Whoever is going to any of thier other ones have as much fun as possible. =]
posted at 6:04 pm EDT | 3 comments
March 13, 2008
TASTE OF CHAOS TOMORROW!!!!
I'm so excited about this concert!
I'm going tomorrow.
March 14th.
I'm going tomorrow.
March 14th.
posted at 10:02 pm EDT | 1 comments
March 8, 2008
Avenged Sevenfold Taste Of Chaos
Anyone else going to one of these shows? Or...anyone else already gone?
It's going to be my very first Avenged Sevenfold concert. I'm so excited!
Also, I was just wondering how good they are live. I heard they're pretty good...=D
6 More days!!!!!!!!!!!!
It's going to be my very first Avenged Sevenfold concert. I'm so excited!
Also, I was just wondering how good they are live. I heard they're pretty good...=D
6 More days!!!!!!!!!!!!
posted at 1:58 pm EST | 5 comments
November 25, 2007
Tell me what you think please
She sat alone up on her bed, the bottle clenched tightly in her fist. Her hands were shaking and her breathing became heavier as she contemplated what she was about to do. She loosened her grip and let the bottle dangle in the cups of her fingers. She was ready. She pressed her palm firmly on the cap and twisted it, throwing it onto the carpeted floor beneath her. She gingerly picked up the glass of water that layed on her bedside table, it too shook in her hands. Letting one pill fall into her palm, she stared at it, like it was some sort of gift. She popped it into her mouth and took a swig of water, smiling.
"This isn't so bad," she thought, as she swallowed another.
She didn't want to die, she just wanted to sleep. To sleep until everything fixed itself. She let four more fall into her palm and put the bottle down. She closed her fist over the pills and looked up towards her ceiling fan, wondering if she really wanted to do this, is it really worth it? She placed the four pills into her mouth and drank down the rest of the water. There was no turning back now, so she rested her head onto a pillow and closed her eyes. Her breathing became weakened and a single tear streamed down her pale cheek, for she knew that death was taking her into his cold grasp. And, she died with a smile playing across her face.....
(This was my first attempt at writing in 3rd person, ever. So, what do you think? Anything I should work on?)
"This isn't so bad," she thought, as she swallowed another.
She didn't want to die, she just wanted to sleep. To sleep until everything fixed itself. She let four more fall into her palm and put the bottle down. She closed her fist over the pills and looked up towards her ceiling fan, wondering if she really wanted to do this, is it really worth it? She placed the four pills into her mouth and drank down the rest of the water. There was no turning back now, so she rested her head onto a pillow and closed her eyes. Her breathing became weakened and a single tear streamed down her pale cheek, for she knew that death was taking her into his cold grasp. And, she died with a smile playing across her face.....
(This was my first attempt at writing in 3rd person, ever. So, what do you think? Anything I should work on?)
posted at 5:34 pm EST | 3 comments
November 25, 2007
Gay marriage, war, and realizations
I don't really like this era anymore. I thought I did at one point, but my vision seems to have been clouded. Maybe it's just clouded now and the rain is heavier. I'm not really sure.
I don't seem to understand how so many are able to complain so easily. You sit here, listening to your playlists or ipod, waiting for the next text to appear on your cellphone, and getting mad because the computer won't load faster than a second. The world is at our fingertips and yet we use it for all the wrong reasons. Downloading porn seems to be the biggest one, and we'll touch on that one later...maybe.
We've become lazy, impatient, and unhealthy.
We become irritated because things aren't instantly in our hands the second we want them to be there.
We become frustrated because we can't shed those couple of pounds to satisfy not only ourselves, but more so the people around us. Well, I'm going to give you some advice; if you want to lose weight, get off your lazy ass and do something about it!
Our hands tremble as we scream at the ones we love. Blame them for the pain that is tearing apart our chests and threatening our inner existance. Yet, we fail to see the fact that they are still here. That one day, they'll be gone and be no more than a memory.
We sit up late at night, battling demons, knowing how hard it is at times. Yet, we go and help contribute to so many more people's demons in one way or another.
We say we are helpful and amazing but we won't even spend a few minutes emptying out cans from the cabinet in the kitchen to donate to a shelter. We won't help out with the hungry. We shove our money in our pockets with a greedy glint in our eyes without the slightest want to help someone in need. Not truly caring about the man down the street who makes a bed out of newspaper and cardboard.
We have wars that seem to lead to pointlessness, empty-handedness, and nothing to call for but a body count and debt.
We call "seperation of church and state". And, yet gay marriage is still illegal in so many states. If church and state were truly seperate, those religious idiots in the system, would for once in their damned lives, remember that love has NOTHING to do with gender, and if a gay couple wants to get married, they should be able to. Just because the bible condemns it doesn't make it a fucking law!
"Well, some people just want to keep the tradition of marriage being between a man and a woman".
Screw tradition! We've broken it before. If we hadn't women would still be at home with no other purpose than to cook, clean, and pop out kids.
We've broken tradition so many times before, we can do it again.
"War does not determine the winner. Just whose left"-i don't know.
Ok, i'm done for now. My mouth is dry with wordless things to say as my fingers type these petty words that so many people will not even glance over. My eyes are sore and my mind is pounding with questions and dislike. Music is playing in my mind and confusion for everything around me is questioning every breath I take. My movements seem to be calculated through watchful eyes and I'm ready to make my departure.
Before I leave though, I'd just like to point out. I am no acception to any of this. I'm not perfect. I make mistakes. I am sitting here, typing away while listening to an iPod playlist. I do become angry because things aren't quickier. And I am pretty lazy. I'm not going to deny that. I'm not. But, I will do my best to change somehow.
Good night.
I don't seem to understand how so many are able to complain so easily. You sit here, listening to your playlists or ipod, waiting for the next text to appear on your cellphone, and getting mad because the computer won't load faster than a second. The world is at our fingertips and yet we use it for all the wrong reasons. Downloading porn seems to be the biggest one, and we'll touch on that one later...maybe.
We've become lazy, impatient, and unhealthy.
We become irritated because things aren't instantly in our hands the second we want them to be there.
We become frustrated because we can't shed those couple of pounds to satisfy not only ourselves, but more so the people around us. Well, I'm going to give you some advice; if you want to lose weight, get off your lazy ass and do something about it!
Our hands tremble as we scream at the ones we love. Blame them for the pain that is tearing apart our chests and threatening our inner existance. Yet, we fail to see the fact that they are still here. That one day, they'll be gone and be no more than a memory.
We sit up late at night, battling demons, knowing how hard it is at times. Yet, we go and help contribute to so many more people's demons in one way or another.
We say we are helpful and amazing but we won't even spend a few minutes emptying out cans from the cabinet in the kitchen to donate to a shelter. We won't help out with the hungry. We shove our money in our pockets with a greedy glint in our eyes without the slightest want to help someone in need. Not truly caring about the man down the street who makes a bed out of newspaper and cardboard.
We have wars that seem to lead to pointlessness, empty-handedness, and nothing to call for but a body count and debt.
We call "seperation of church and state". And, yet gay marriage is still illegal in so many states. If church and state were truly seperate, those religious idiots in the system, would for once in their damned lives, remember that love has NOTHING to do with gender, and if a gay couple wants to get married, they should be able to. Just because the bible condemns it doesn't make it a fucking law!
"Well, some people just want to keep the tradition of marriage being between a man and a woman".
Screw tradition! We've broken it before. If we hadn't women would still be at home with no other purpose than to cook, clean, and pop out kids.
We've broken tradition so many times before, we can do it again.
"War does not determine the winner. Just whose left"-i don't know.
Ok, i'm done for now. My mouth is dry with wordless things to say as my fingers type these petty words that so many people will not even glance over. My eyes are sore and my mind is pounding with questions and dislike. Music is playing in my mind and confusion for everything around me is questioning every breath I take. My movements seem to be calculated through watchful eyes and I'm ready to make my departure.
Before I leave though, I'd just like to point out. I am no acception to any of this. I'm not perfect. I make mistakes. I am sitting here, typing away while listening to an iPod playlist. I do become angry because things aren't quickier. And I am pretty lazy. I'm not going to deny that. I'm not. But, I will do my best to change somehow.
Good night.
posted at 5:19 pm EST | 1 comments
September 17, 2007
Hm...ponder this?
In schools people are divided into groups, like in the wild. Preps, goths, emos, losers, geeks, nerds, jocks, punks...etc. The claim is the same, "We are different!" But in reality, it's wrong. But confining oneself to a group and that groups codes, you are conforming. Conforming isn't good. The group shows how one should look, feel, act, smell, etc. And if you follow these rules, you are a conformist! Why give yourself a fucking label? A label is conforming, living up to the label is conforming. Why would you be a punk, goth, emo, prep, jock, loser, etc., by doing so, you are wearing a uniform. A fucking uniform.
I HATE NAZIS!!! Thought I'd get that out real quick....
(once again...old stuff from myspace....)
I HATE NAZIS!!! Thought I'd get that out real quick....
(once again...old stuff from myspace....)
posted at 10:52 pm EDT | 5 comments
September 17, 2007
Hm, question questions questionss
Ok, so...I'm in a very creative mood today. Well, I was for awhile, but, I was hammered with homework, so every bit of mental energy I had has been sucked dry. So, I have no patience with anything right now. I was going to redraw my Godsmack thinger, but, I don't have the concentration to do so anymore. Ah well. Ok, So I have a question...why do people try so hard to live by other people's standards? Why do so many people do their best to please others, without first pleasing themselves? I know this sounds selfish, but seriously, it's your life to live, not theirs. I guess a better way to define this, why do so many people let other people define them? No one should EVER let anyone else define who they are. You are your own person, no one can control you. Maybe physically, but mentally, NEVER. If you keep a good head on your shoulders and you keep your mind set on what you want, your unstoppable. Ok, so if your held back physically, you just might be able to over come it. Break through those metal chains that act as barriers.
Now, my next rant; How come so many people have all these dreams...dreams of becoming a rockstar, a singer, an artist, a writer, a chemist, a priest, a business owner, anything....they have these dreams but the most they do to contribute to these dreams is just that, dream. If you want to be a rockstar learn to play, rock the stage, make the crowd roar and lift with emotions. You can't just play lame ass songs on your guitar that you learned in middle school or a "Guitar for Dummies" book and expect to steal the spotlight. If you want to be a singer, sing your heart out. Grab onto every opprotunity that is thrown your way, and don't ever let anyone get in your way. If you want to be an artist, draw. Sell your drawings. Get noticed that way. Don't just draw in a notebook and stuff the notebook in an old wooden desk. If you want to be a writer, write. Publish. Advertise. Sitting there and only reading and dreaming on that one day your writing will be that good won't get you very far. I think you get my drift.
I do believe that people only dream their dreams b/c they are scared. But push those fears aside and you can't get through just about any obstacle. Just look at the cases in which people somehow acheive superhuman speed when in a need to flee. Or superhuman strength when in a need to fight.
I guess the whole point of this blog was for this main advice,
"Don't let anyone run your life or define you. And don't let anyone stand in your way, without fear of others, you can break through anything."
(Note: this is old! written on myspace a while ago...)
Now, my next rant; How come so many people have all these dreams...dreams of becoming a rockstar, a singer, an artist, a writer, a chemist, a priest, a business owner, anything....they have these dreams but the most they do to contribute to these dreams is just that, dream. If you want to be a rockstar learn to play, rock the stage, make the crowd roar and lift with emotions. You can't just play lame ass songs on your guitar that you learned in middle school or a "Guitar for Dummies" book and expect to steal the spotlight. If you want to be a singer, sing your heart out. Grab onto every opprotunity that is thrown your way, and don't ever let anyone get in your way. If you want to be an artist, draw. Sell your drawings. Get noticed that way. Don't just draw in a notebook and stuff the notebook in an old wooden desk. If you want to be a writer, write. Publish. Advertise. Sitting there and only reading and dreaming on that one day your writing will be that good won't get you very far. I think you get my drift.
I do believe that people only dream their dreams b/c they are scared. But push those fears aside and you can't get through just about any obstacle. Just look at the cases in which people somehow acheive superhuman speed when in a need to flee. Or superhuman strength when in a need to fight.
I guess the whole point of this blog was for this main advice,
"Don't let anyone run your life or define you. And don't let anyone stand in your way, without fear of others, you can break through anything."
(Note: this is old! written on myspace a while ago...)
posted at 10:48 pm EDT | 1 comments
July 29, 2007
Avenged Sevenfold Dream
Ok, well in the beginning of the dream it was soundless and dark. When the sound came on and lights came on, my friend shel and I found ourselves at an A7X concert, right up at the stage. Afterwards we were walking over to get their autographs and everything, and I became really down...why, I don't know. Anywho, Shel told the rev I was upset so, he hugged me and I just pushed him away.Then, my phone rang and I suddenly had talent. I was listening to my sister play on the drumset at home and the guitar picked itself up and started to play itself while I yelled out to get off of the set. BTW, we do not have an electric guitar or a drumset.
Anywho, it kinda went dark after the yelling into the phone; also, I didn't look at anyone but the rev. So, when the darkness left us I flipped Shel over the table onto Syn's lap (He's practically her hero, he got her into guitars...so yeah) Anywho...Syn was very laughy and was constantly talking about tostitos and other variety of chips, so Shel joined him and they began having a very elaborate conversation about chips.
I then turned my attention over to the other guys; Matt had a huge smile on his face while he was looking at a muffin in front of him, the muffin was bigger than his head. He also had bright pink hair...Zacky was very...well, feminine. Johnny was in a bathrobe and he was belly dancing. The Rev...was well, very huggy and "magical". He wouldn't be there, I'd blink and then *BAM* he's there.
I dont' remember much else, except they kidnapped us...and then I awoke.
Note-I love the rev. He's an amazing drummer
Note-A7X is the most amazing band...but seeing Matt with pink hair being happy about a muffin was very amusing...so was johnny belly dancing in a bathrobe.
Anywho, it kinda went dark after the yelling into the phone; also, I didn't look at anyone but the rev. So, when the darkness left us I flipped Shel over the table onto Syn's lap (He's practically her hero, he got her into guitars...so yeah) Anywho...Syn was very laughy and was constantly talking about tostitos and other variety of chips, so Shel joined him and they began having a very elaborate conversation about chips.
I then turned my attention over to the other guys; Matt had a huge smile on his face while he was looking at a muffin in front of him, the muffin was bigger than his head. He also had bright pink hair...Zacky was very...well, feminine. Johnny was in a bathrobe and he was belly dancing. The Rev...was well, very huggy and "magical". He wouldn't be there, I'd blink and then *BAM* he's there.
I dont' remember much else, except they kidnapped us...and then I awoke.
Note-I love the rev. He's an amazing drummer
Note-A7X is the most amazing band...but seeing Matt with pink hair being happy about a muffin was very amusing...so was johnny belly dancing in a bathrobe.
posted at 8:46 pm EDT | 8 comments
July 9, 2007
shuffle your life =]
I'm obsessed with these...i don't know why.
RULES:
1. Put Your itunes, windows media player etc on Shuffle
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS
4. Put any comments in brackets after the song name
If someone says "is this okay?" you say,
Just Like A Pill-Pink
(ok then...)
How would you describe yourself?
I'm Sorry-Flyleaf
(0_o)
What do you like in a guy/girl?
Institutionalized-Suicidal Tendencies
(wow...)
How do you feel today?
Still Waiting-Sum 41
(haha)
What is your life's purpose?
The Red Carpet Grave-Marilyn Manson
(sweet)
What is your motto?
Assasin-Muse
(awesome! haha)
What do your friends think of you?
S.S.S (Sweet Secret Sex)-Dream Techno
(0_o)
What do you think of your parents?
I F*****g You-Godsmack
(aw...that's not true.)
What do you think about very often?
One Step Closer-Linkin Park
(wow...)
What is 2 + 2?
Truth-Seether
(*dies of laughter*..inside joke)
What do you think of your best friend?
Someday-Nickelback
(....um...wow)
What do you think of the person you like?
Plc.4 Mie Haed(Amp Live ft. Zion)-Linkin Park
(??)
What is your life story?
Bonecrusher-Senses Fail
(aw)
What do you want to be when you grow up?
Worth Dying For-Rise Against
(*grins* haha)
What do you think of when you see the person you like?
Forgotten Face-A7X
(wow)
What will you dance to at your wedding?
Death Of Seasons-A.F.I
<(^.^<) (>^.^<) (>^.^)> ^(^.^)> <(^.^)^ ^(^.^)^ (>^.^<)
What will they play at your funeral?
Stan-Eminem
(grr)
What is your hobby/interest?
Dance With The Devil-Breaking Benjamin
(oh yes!)
What is your biggest fear?
Turncoat-Anti-Flag
(haha!)
What is your biggest secret?
Runaway Love-Ludacris
(um...)
What do you think of your friends?
Perversion-Rob Zombie
(haha)
RULES:
1. Put Your itunes, windows media player etc on Shuffle
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS
4. Put any comments in brackets after the song name
If someone says "is this okay?" you say,
Just Like A Pill-Pink
(ok then...)
How would you describe yourself?
I'm Sorry-Flyleaf
(0_o)
What do you like in a guy/girl?
Institutionalized-Suicidal Tendencies
(wow...)
How do you feel today?
Still Waiting-Sum 41
(haha)
What is your life's purpose?
The Red Carpet Grave-Marilyn Manson
(sweet)
What is your motto?
Assasin-Muse
(awesome! haha)
What do your friends think of you?
S.S.S (Sweet Secret Sex)-Dream Techno
(0_o)
What do you think of your parents?
I F*****g You-Godsmack
(aw...that's not true.)
What do you think about very often?
One Step Closer-Linkin Park
(wow...)
What is 2 + 2?
Truth-Seether
(*dies of laughter*..inside joke)
What do you think of your best friend?
Someday-Nickelback
(....um...wow)
What do you think of the person you like?
Plc.4 Mie Haed(Amp Live ft. Zion)-Linkin Park
(??)
What is your life story?
Bonecrusher-Senses Fail
(aw)
What do you want to be when you grow up?
Worth Dying For-Rise Against
(*grins* haha)
What do you think of when you see the person you like?
Forgotten Face-A7X
(wow)
What will you dance to at your wedding?
Death Of Seasons-A.F.I
<(^.^<) (>^.^<) (>^.^)> ^(^.^)> <(^.^)^ ^(^.^)^ (>^.^<)
What will they play at your funeral?
Stan-Eminem
(grr)
What is your hobby/interest?
Dance With The Devil-Breaking Benjamin
(oh yes!)
What is your biggest fear?
Turncoat-Anti-Flag
(haha!)
What is your biggest secret?
Runaway Love-Ludacris
(um...)
What do you think of your friends?
Perversion-Rob Zombie
(haha)
posted at 4:23 pm EDT | 1 comments
June 26, 2007
Anarchy, can it be found?
Oh, it seems that everyone in my school is drawing down the anarchist A on everything they see, smiling at it without a clue of what it really means. They do because it looks cool, eh. And I agree, they kind of do. But that's not why I'm writing this, because I'm wondering if anarchy can be truly found.
Before, I begin, I am not an anarchist. I'm just curious.
Ok, anarchy...is, for lack of a better term, form of government without any rules. Something that doesn't follow a system. Everything follows a system. Death is a system. Life is a system. Birth is a system. How can anarchy be found with all of this?
Please don't go all grr on my, I'm just curious is all.
I'd love to hear your input on all of this.
Before, I begin, I am not an anarchist. I'm just curious.
Ok, anarchy...is, for lack of a better term, form of government without any rules. Something that doesn't follow a system. Everything follows a system. Death is a system. Life is a system. Birth is a system. How can anarchy be found with all of this?
Please don't go all grr on my, I'm just curious is all.
I'd love to hear your input on all of this.
posted at 3:35 pm EDT | 2 comments
May 23, 2007
Calling All Piano and/or Keyboard Players, I am in need!
yes, I am in dire need of you assistance! First off, you must know how to play the song "Welcome To The Black Parade" by My Chemical Romance...if you do...PLEASE HELP ME! Moving on...I already know the beginning; G F# B E D G C B E A D
I know that already, but I can't get the rest and it's driving me insane, so I'm asking for help...so PLEASE HELP ME!!!
I know that isn't much, but...still, it's better than nothing right?
If you do give me the notes, I love you forever and give a hundred cookies!!
Yes, I really want to learn this song....
I know that already, but I can't get the rest and it's driving me insane, so I'm asking for help...so PLEASE HELP ME!!!
I know that isn't much, but...still, it's better than nothing right?
If you do give me the notes, I love you forever and give a hundred cookies!!
Yes, I really want to learn this song....
posted at 6:07 pm EDT | 1 comments
May 4, 2007
MCR CONCERT!!!!!!!!!!!
So, I was supposed to go TONIGHT...but they cancelled. Strangely, I'm not pissed. I just hope they get better...ya know? Serious Illness due to Food Poisoning...that's the reason for cancelling. Pretty much sucks though b/c I was so hyped up about it. And, now it's not happening. Well, I just talked to my step-dad about it, and I have to check to see if they are re-scheduling at all...and we can go to that one.
So, anyone have any information at all?
PLEASE AND THANK YOU!!!
So, anyone have any information at all?
PLEASE AND THANK YOU!!!
posted at 3:46 pm EDT | 5 comments
April 21, 2007
In Memory of the Crowd Displeasers
Currently Listening to:Sick Puppies-All The Same
Don't know why I decided to post that. But, oh well. I'm bored. It's so nice outside, and I'm bored out of my nice little skull...with nothing to do, but type on this damned computer. Why am I not out you ask? Well, we have a puppy who chews everything, so I must watch him. Also, the sun and I, don't get along to perfectly. Not b/c I want a nice pale complexion, but b/c I burn mad easily. Oh well. MOVING ON.
Ok, as I said early, This is in memory of the Crowd Displeasers. I guess it should say; Dedicated to the Crowd Displeasers. I shall change it then =]
DEDICATED TO THE CROWD DISPLEASERS! (never said where I was putting the change)
This is dedicated to every person with a mohawk or crazy colored hair that can't get a job because of their hair. This is dedicated to every person who went through and got a tattoo or a piercing despite the fact of what their "friends" would think. This is to every person who cut off their hair even when people told them they would disown them if they did so. This is to everyone who feels lonely. This is everyone who feels sad. This is to everyone who can't seem to take out all the anger. This is to everyone who has gone through countless profiling. This is to everyone who was forced to see a therapist because they are "heading down the wrong path". This is to everyone who doesn't have, or want friends. This is to everyone who gets their ass kicked b/c they don't conform with everyone else. This is to the people who laugh when name-bombs are dropped. This is to the people who cry at night, but nobody really knows why. This is to every person who has ever held a secret. This is to everyone who blares the speakers to escape. This is to everyone who doesn't give a fuck.
This is dedicated to the people that aren't considered "cool". This is to the people who spent their free hours writing, reading, or creating just b/c they can. This is to the people who hide their emotions. This is to the people who keep moving forward even though all they've lost everything that they once held dear. This is the people who have walked the other way. This is to everyone who has had random objects thrown at them. This is to everyone who endures bullying everyday. This is to everyone who people don't dare to fuck with.
This is dedicated to the people who have died for being different. For being themselves. For going against the crowd. For being true. For being one of a kind.
This is dedicated to Brian Deneke. Who died at the hands of Dustin Camp for being different.
This is dedicated to Matthew Shepard. Who was killed for being gay.
This is dedicated to Cassie Bernall. Who died for her religion.
This is dedicated to Brandon Teena, Danny Overstreet, JR Warren, PFC Barry Winchell, Billy Jack Gaither, Bill Clayton, Tyra Hunter, Ahmed Khalil, Genevieve Bergeron, Helene Colgan, Nathalie Croteau, Barbara Daigneault, Anne-Marie Edward, Maud Haviernick,Barbara Klucznik, Maryse Leclair, Annie St.-Arneault, Michele Richard, Maryse Laganière, Anne-Marie Lemay, Sonia Pelletier, Annie Turcotte.
This is dedicated to every victim of a hate crime.
Hate crimes are no new thing. They are commited all the time, and come in all shapes and sizes. People are killed for being gay, transgendered, "punk", feminist, anything that the "crowd" displeases. I believe that hate crimes are the worst commited. Difference is a freedom. Difference is beauty. Not seeing this is stupidity.
This is to everyone who has held their head up high when inside their in doubt. This is to everyone took the taunting, beatings, etc. but still refused to change.
This is to everyone who is going down the "wrong road".
This is to everyone who hangs out with "the wrong type of people".
This is to everyone who has paved their own path.
This is to everyone that has to explain why.
This is to everyone who doesn't know why.
This is to everyone who has been stereotyped.
This is to everyone who has been pushed around.
This is to everyone who has been called a freak, loser, cutter, whore, or bitch. This is to everyone who went up to the bastards who have done them wrong and said, "FUCK YOU!"
This is to the nice ones.
This is to the open-minded ones.
This is to the crazy ones.
This is to the dare devils.
This is to the "huggable" ones.
This is to the rebels.
This is to the people who have no one to hold them.
This is to the soliders who fight for us to have the freedom to say that they suck. This to everyone who has questions authority. This is to everyone who got into trouble at school or work b/c of something they had on.
This is dedicated to the crowd displeasers.
One day. We'll prove all of them wrong. We just have to keep moving. We will prove them wrong.
"We are tired of your abuse
Try to stop us it's no use
Society's arms of control
Rise above we're gonna rise above
Think they're smart can't think for themselves
Rise above we're gonna rise above
Laugh at us behind our backs
I find satisfaction in what they lack
We are tired of your abuse
Try to stop us it's no use
We are born with a chance
Rise above, we're gonna rise above
I am gonna have my chance." - Black Flag/'Rise Above'/Damanged
Write in more dedications if you can think of any!
I'm off now, I just got screamed at by my sister and I can't do anything about it. So I'm leaving the house for a bit to 'blade it out. Peace out for now. =]
Don't know why I decided to post that. But, oh well. I'm bored. It's so nice outside, and I'm bored out of my nice little skull...with nothing to do, but type on this damned computer. Why am I not out you ask? Well, we have a puppy who chews everything, so I must watch him. Also, the sun and I, don't get along to perfectly. Not b/c I want a nice pale complexion, but b/c I burn mad easily. Oh well. MOVING ON.
Ok, as I said early, This is in memory of the Crowd Displeasers. I guess it should say; Dedicated to the Crowd Displeasers. I shall change it then =]
DEDICATED TO THE CROWD DISPLEASERS! (never said where I was putting the change)
This is dedicated to every person with a mohawk or crazy colored hair that can't get a job because of their hair. This is dedicated to every person who went through and got a tattoo or a piercing despite the fact of what their "friends" would think. This is to every person who cut off their hair even when people told them they would disown them if they did so. This is to everyone who feels lonely. This is everyone who feels sad. This is to everyone who can't seem to take out all the anger. This is to everyone who has gone through countless profiling. This is to everyone who was forced to see a therapist because they are "heading down the wrong path". This is to everyone who doesn't have, or want friends. This is to everyone who gets their ass kicked b/c they don't conform with everyone else. This is to the people who laugh when name-bombs are dropped. This is to the people who cry at night, but nobody really knows why. This is to every person who has ever held a secret. This is to everyone who blares the speakers to escape. This is to everyone who doesn't give a fuck.
This is dedicated to the people that aren't considered "cool". This is to the people who spent their free hours writing, reading, or creating just b/c they can. This is to the people who hide their emotions. This is to the people who keep moving forward even though all they've lost everything that they once held dear. This is the people who have walked the other way. This is to everyone who has had random objects thrown at them. This is to everyone who endures bullying everyday. This is to everyone who people don't dare to fuck with.
This is dedicated to the people who have died for being different. For being themselves. For going against the crowd. For being true. For being one of a kind.
This is dedicated to Brian Deneke. Who died at the hands of Dustin Camp for being different.
This is dedicated to Matthew Shepard. Who was killed for being gay.
This is dedicated to Cassie Bernall. Who died for her religion.
This is dedicated to Brandon Teena, Danny Overstreet, JR Warren, PFC Barry Winchell, Billy Jack Gaither, Bill Clayton, Tyra Hunter, Ahmed Khalil, Genevieve Bergeron, Helene Colgan, Nathalie Croteau, Barbara Daigneault, Anne-Marie Edward, Maud Haviernick,Barbara Klucznik, Maryse Leclair, Annie St.-Arneault, Michele Richard, Maryse Laganière, Anne-Marie Lemay, Sonia Pelletier, Annie Turcotte.
This is dedicated to every victim of a hate crime.
Hate crimes are no new thing. They are commited all the time, and come in all shapes and sizes. People are killed for being gay, transgendered, "punk", feminist, anything that the "crowd" displeases. I believe that hate crimes are the worst commited. Difference is a freedom. Difference is beauty. Not seeing this is stupidity.
This is to everyone who has held their head up high when inside their in doubt. This is to everyone took the taunting, beatings, etc. but still refused to change.
This is to everyone who is going down the "wrong road".
This is to everyone who hangs out with "the wrong type of people".
This is to everyone who has paved their own path.
This is to everyone that has to explain why.
This is to everyone who doesn't know why.
This is to everyone who has been stereotyped.
This is to everyone who has been pushed around.
This is to everyone who has been called a freak, loser, cutter, whore, or bitch. This is to everyone who went up to the bastards who have done them wrong and said, "FUCK YOU!"
This is to the nice ones.
This is to the open-minded ones.
This is to the crazy ones.
This is to the dare devils.
This is to the "huggable" ones.
This is to the rebels.
This is to the people who have no one to hold them.
This is to the soliders who fight for us to have the freedom to say that they suck. This to everyone who has questions authority. This is to everyone who got into trouble at school or work b/c of something they had on.
This is dedicated to the crowd displeasers.
One day. We'll prove all of them wrong. We just have to keep moving. We will prove them wrong.
"We are tired of your abuse
Try to stop us it's no use
Society's arms of control
Rise above we're gonna rise above
Think they're smart can't think for themselves
Rise above we're gonna rise above
Laugh at us behind our backs
I find satisfaction in what they lack
We are tired of your abuse
Try to stop us it's no use
We are born with a chance
Rise above, we're gonna rise above
I am gonna have my chance." - Black Flag/'Rise Above'/Damanged
Write in more dedications if you can think of any!
I'm off now, I just got screamed at by my sister and I can't do anything about it. So I'm leaving the house for a bit to 'blade it out. Peace out for now. =]
posted at 4:57 pm EDT | 1 comments
March 24, 2007
Hockey game, fights, injuries on the Ice. Hellz ya, good night!
Ok, so I went to a Phantoms game tonight.
Phantoms vs. The Bears.
Bears won 3-2.
Amazing game. In the first 10 minutes a fist fight broke out. They ended up slamming into the ice.
10 more minutes later, another fist fight w/ the same guys happened again.
Awhile after that, some phantoms player smacked his head up against the side and fell over. He was knocked out, the players got off the ice and the refs and medics, and all those people rushed over to him. I swear, the arena has never been queiter. We cheered so fucking loud though when he waved saying he was ok as he was taken out on a stretcher.
Oh yes, and I think there was going to be another fight, but the refs broke it up. Stupid refs. HAHA, the funny thing about this one tho, is before they tried to go at it, it looked as if they were going to kiss. that would have been interesting. XD.
Oh, yes...tonight was fun!
Phantoms vs. The Bears.
Bears won 3-2.
Amazing game. In the first 10 minutes a fist fight broke out. They ended up slamming into the ice.
10 more minutes later, another fist fight w/ the same guys happened again.
Awhile after that, some phantoms player smacked his head up against the side and fell over. He was knocked out, the players got off the ice and the refs and medics, and all those people rushed over to him. I swear, the arena has never been queiter. We cheered so fucking loud though when he waved saying he was ok as he was taken out on a stretcher.
Oh yes, and I think there was going to be another fight, but the refs broke it up. Stupid refs. HAHA, the funny thing about this one tho, is before they tried to go at it, it looked as if they were going to kiss. that would have been interesting. XD.
Oh, yes...tonight was fun!
posted at 11:41 pm EDT | 1 comments
March 19, 2007
You're the one that I need. I'm the one that you loathe!
Ok, so here is how my weekend went....Friday I found out that I am a "witch child" and a bad influence. Which made me laugh my ass off. Along with my bff. I'm not really a bad influence....it's just that her family hates me. So, Saturday, she invited me over! lol. Yeah, her mom and my mom met halfway from our houses, and we went to the mall from there. Well, on the way to the mall, we found some guy stuck in this godforsaken snow. So, we pulled over and got out to help him. We pushed the car, but it didn't budge, so her mom pulled her car over to try and push it out. So, shel (my bff) and I had to go over to the bank. We were looking at a sign that is supposed to say "open" but, the E was retarded, and the N fell off, so the sign really said, "OPF". Anywho, we were on the side of a highway. I looked over at the cars and discoed for awhile. Shel said I was crazy, and I told her, "Only the doctors think I'm crazy. But I don't believe them!!!!".
We finally got to the mall after awhile and we only really went to Hot Topic, b/c well...I don't know. Anywho, I bought 2 hats, and her mom bought me a hat. So, I was dubbed the "Hat Chick" by one of the employees! lol. Then, I bought 2 belts. I lobif them so!
The one manager wasn't there so that upset me a bit. I tend to get into conversations w/ him a lot b/c he's really nice.
Well, when I was getting my hat, another employee was helping me out. So, the hats kept falling on us, and one of the metal racks nearly hit us because it fell off the wall. It was quite funny!!! And I ended getting into a 10 minute converstion w/ her about musik. 'Twas fun. So, after the mall, I went over to Shel's house, and her family just glared at me...and I smiled! I love it. I gave them no reason to hate me, and I am the devil to them. It rocks. lol. No, seriously though, i think it's funny. Then I went home. And my stepdad returned from Japan. And it was awesome!
And, sunday I was happy b/c I got compliments. That made my day!
We finally got to the mall after awhile and we only really went to Hot Topic, b/c well...I don't know. Anywho, I bought 2 hats, and her mom bought me a hat. So, I was dubbed the "Hat Chick" by one of the employees! lol. Then, I bought 2 belts. I lobif them so!
The one manager wasn't there so that upset me a bit. I tend to get into conversations w/ him a lot b/c he's really nice.
Well, when I was getting my hat, another employee was helping me out. So, the hats kept falling on us, and one of the metal racks nearly hit us because it fell off the wall. It was quite funny!!! And I ended getting into a 10 minute converstion w/ her about musik. 'Twas fun. So, after the mall, I went over to Shel's house, and her family just glared at me...and I smiled! I love it. I gave them no reason to hate me, and I am the devil to them. It rocks. lol. No, seriously though, i think it's funny. Then I went home. And my stepdad returned from Japan. And it was awesome!
And, sunday I was happy b/c I got compliments. That made my day!
posted at 5:22 pm EDT | 0 comments
January 1, 2007
Reaching out, with no-one to hear you.
Ok, my friend and I were talking about this earlier...how much it would suck to be alive, but not exist. As if you were looking at the world through a thick glass. Or, your there...and you know you're there, because you can feel love, hate, and pain. But no one around you can see you or hear you. So, they can't help you. Your loved ones don't mourn for you because you never even existed in the first place. You can try and reach out, but it would be useless, because you just can't. You could scream on the top of your lungs directly into their ear....and they would hear nothing. You would watch the human race scurry around like ants, destroying themselves.
Ok, enough of that...DON'T WEAR FUR!!
ok, now that that is out of my system.I am BORED! i have nothing to do. but write, but i'm procastinating. because i can basically.
I hate child abusers...i hate them alot. And they say hate is a strong word. The word hate does not even begin to describe my hatred for these people. Yes, although they have reached an all-time low...they are still human. Humans that are a bit fucked up in the head...but still human none the less.
and now i have to go....so that is it for now.
Ok, enough of that...DON'T WEAR FUR!!
ok, now that that is out of my system.I am BORED! i have nothing to do. but write, but i'm procastinating. because i can basically.
I hate child abusers...i hate them alot. And they say hate is a strong word. The word hate does not even begin to describe my hatred for these people. Yes, although they have reached an all-time low...they are still human. Humans that are a bit fucked up in the head...but still human none the less.
and now i have to go....so that is it for now.
posted at 4:17 pm EST | 1 comments
January 1, 2007
Cruelty, Abuse, and Senseless Violence.
Sorry if its long, but I had to write this down.
First issue...where the hell does violence and war get you? Honestly? In the end, all you're really left with is a bloody victim, and the victor standing over him like its some sort of trophy and not a human. A human, who shares the exact same anatomy as the victor. How does that solve anything? HOW?! I want to know. I want a good answer...not : because they are trying to kill you, kill back...because that answer sucks. That answer is for the pathetic losers who can't identify shit! Why are they trying to kill you in the first place huh?
In some prison (can't remember which one, and I'm very sorry about that) the guards have to wear face masks because the prisoners would throw feces at them, or spit in their faces. Ok, first off, this shouldn't happen because its not right for one, and those guards are the authority, they should have a little more control over these criminals right? You don't let someone throw shit at your face...its not cool. Someone (not mentioning names) said that in order to solve this problem, the guards should breaks their knees or give them a beating. In my opinion, that would get us NOWHERE! Why? Because, that would be stooping down to the prisoner's level. Now, the guards no longer have that slightly upper hand. The prisoner can now stare at them in the eye, face to face, and be almost on the same grounds...physically and mentally. The prisoner's may see this slight equality and find the cells to be more of a warzone than anything else...and that wouldn't work out too well now would it?
Ok, now child abuse, over three million cases of child abuse are reported each year in the United States. Between the years of 1985 and 1993, there was FIFTY PERCENT INCREASE in the reported cases of child abuse. That is sick and wrong!!!!!!! Abuse does not only include physically hitting a child. It includes neglecting, mental, emotional, malnutrion, and many more. 20 Children died horrible deaths at the hands of abusers between the years 2002-2005.
A six year old named Kayla McKean was killed at the hands of her own father, Richard Lee Adams.
Adams reported his little girl missing on the Thanksgiving of 1998. A five day search was set after the report of the little girl's disappearance,and was ended when Kayla's stepmother led investigators to her body. She was buried the Ocala National Forest. ADAMS ADMITTED HE KILLED HER IN A FIT OF RAGE BECAUSE SHE SOILED HER PANTS! That is no reason to kill an innocent child. There is no reason to kill an innocent child. He remains in a Flordia prison. In the autospy, it showed that Kayla had been kicked so hard, that she bled to death internally. THAT IS WRONG.
Child abusers need to have random body parts shoved into blenders...ok....maybe not...So what is the proper treatment of a child abuser beside imprisonment? I have no clue.
Ok, did you know that when an animal is skinned it is normally still aware of what is going on around it? It is given no pain killers at all. Did you know that? Did you know that on most farms that produce wool, the sheep are treated like common shit? They are given medicine to grow abnormally large amounts of skin to produce more wool, they produce so much skin that they can't even crap correctly. Flys will even lay their eggs in the folds of skin where larve can eat these sheep alive. To solve this problem, farmers will cut of flabs of skin near the ass of the sheep while the sheep are awake and they are given no pain killers at all. Most of the time they are left with scar tissue or infection. Some infections lead to lose of limbs. The sheep that are able to make it to the place where they will be skinned alive, they are the unlucky ones. They are packed onto ships to certain areas of the world. Most sheep die of starvation because they are not able to reach the food, or they die from living in their own feces. Many people say you can smell these sheep ships long before you can see them. They are then taken to their doom, some can't even walk. Some sheep are still awake and fully aware as their legs are cut off and their skin is knifed off.
Now, fur....the animals are normally still alive as a person peels their skin off. Some are even thrown against the concrete before hand, kicked in the head, or beaten with metal rods as torture before their death.
Meat...chickens and pigs are both given pills to grow abnormally fast to the point where their legs can no longer support their bodies. Some die before getting to the slaugterhouse, and some die in the trucks to the slaughterhouse. These animals (including turkeys and cattle) are tortured and then killed. Most of the time, they are still fully awake when their throats are slit as they slowly bleed to death. Some pigs are still alive when thrown into a burner.
Egg Laying Hens...some hens will become aggresive and want to attack, to prevent these occurences, the hens have thier beaks cut off with a hot blade. These hens are also so packed that they can't even lift a wing. They will never do anything natural, like take a dust bath, their entire lives.
Milk Giving Cows.....these cows are also tortured and hooked up to machines several times a day. I believe that some are impregnated so that they can produce more milk. The calves are taken away for veal. Mother cows will often be heard crying out for their young, days after they have been seperated.
Veal Calves....these calves are packed into crates so small that they can not turn around or lay down correctly.
Comments would be very much appreciated please!
First issue...where the hell does violence and war get you? Honestly? In the end, all you're really left with is a bloody victim, and the victor standing over him like its some sort of trophy and not a human. A human, who shares the exact same anatomy as the victor. How does that solve anything? HOW?! I want to know. I want a good answer...not : because they are trying to kill you, kill back...because that answer sucks. That answer is for the pathetic losers who can't identify shit! Why are they trying to kill you in the first place huh?
In some prison (can't remember which one, and I'm very sorry about that) the guards have to wear face masks because the prisoners would throw feces at them, or spit in their faces. Ok, first off, this shouldn't happen because its not right for one, and those guards are the authority, they should have a little more control over these criminals right? You don't let someone throw shit at your face...its not cool. Someone (not mentioning names) said that in order to solve this problem, the guards should breaks their knees or give them a beating. In my opinion, that would get us NOWHERE! Why? Because, that would be stooping down to the prisoner's level. Now, the guards no longer have that slightly upper hand. The prisoner can now stare at them in the eye, face to face, and be almost on the same grounds...physically and mentally. The prisoner's may see this slight equality and find the cells to be more of a warzone than anything else...and that wouldn't work out too well now would it?
Ok, now child abuse, over three million cases of child abuse are reported each year in the United States. Between the years of 1985 and 1993, there was FIFTY PERCENT INCREASE in the reported cases of child abuse. That is sick and wrong!!!!!!! Abuse does not only include physically hitting a child. It includes neglecting, mental, emotional, malnutrion, and many more. 20 Children died horrible deaths at the hands of abusers between the years 2002-2005.
A six year old named Kayla McKean was killed at the hands of her own father, Richard Lee Adams.
Adams reported his little girl missing on the Thanksgiving of 1998. A five day search was set after the report of the little girl's disappearance,and was ended when Kayla's stepmother led investigators to her body. She was buried the Ocala National Forest. ADAMS ADMITTED HE KILLED HER IN A FIT OF RAGE BECAUSE SHE SOILED HER PANTS! That is no reason to kill an innocent child. There is no reason to kill an innocent child. He remains in a Flordia prison. In the autospy, it showed that Kayla had been kicked so hard, that she bled to death internally. THAT IS WRONG.
Child abusers need to have random body parts shoved into blenders...ok....maybe not...So what is the proper treatment of a child abuser beside imprisonment? I have no clue.
Ok, did you know that when an animal is skinned it is normally still aware of what is going on around it? It is given no pain killers at all. Did you know that? Did you know that on most farms that produce wool, the sheep are treated like common shit? They are given medicine to grow abnormally large amounts of skin to produce more wool, they produce so much skin that they can't even crap correctly. Flys will even lay their eggs in the folds of skin where larve can eat these sheep alive. To solve this problem, farmers will cut of flabs of skin near the ass of the sheep while the sheep are awake and they are given no pain killers at all. Most of the time they are left with scar tissue or infection. Some infections lead to lose of limbs. The sheep that are able to make it to the place where they will be skinned alive, they are the unlucky ones. They are packed onto ships to certain areas of the world. Most sheep die of starvation because they are not able to reach the food, or they die from living in their own feces. Many people say you can smell these sheep ships long before you can see them. They are then taken to their doom, some can't even walk. Some sheep are still awake and fully aware as their legs are cut off and their skin is knifed off.
Now, fur....the animals are normally still alive as a person peels their skin off. Some are even thrown against the concrete before hand, kicked in the head, or beaten with metal rods as torture before their death.
Meat...chickens and pigs are both given pills to grow abnormally fast to the point where their legs can no longer support their bodies. Some die before getting to the slaugterhouse, and some die in the trucks to the slaughterhouse. These animals (including turkeys and cattle) are tortured and then killed. Most of the time, they are still fully awake when their throats are slit as they slowly bleed to death. Some pigs are still alive when thrown into a burner.
Egg Laying Hens...some hens will become aggresive and want to attack, to prevent these occurences, the hens have thier beaks cut off with a hot blade. These hens are also so packed that they can't even lift a wing. They will never do anything natural, like take a dust bath, their entire lives.
Milk Giving Cows.....these cows are also tortured and hooked up to machines several times a day. I believe that some are impregnated so that they can produce more milk. The calves are taken away for veal. Mother cows will often be heard crying out for their young, days after they have been seperated.
Veal Calves....these calves are packed into crates so small that they can not turn around or lay down correctly.
Comments would be very much appreciated please!
posted at 2:38 am EST | 5 comments
