8 Dec 2009
Albert Einstein Must Have Had Lot's Of Phone Sex; On Account Of His Hearing Aids.
30 Nov 2009
When Life Sucks, Play Videogames. (:
26 Nov 2009
The Lone Wanderer? What about his 'Fawke'ing companions?!
Toats Ma Goats...I Love You, Review.
25 Nov 2009
A New Moon Review? Bite Me.
19 Nov 2009
I Think, Therefore I Am...Emo.
A question that has eluded me over the past year or so is;
WHAT THE FUCK IS AN EMO?!?!?!?!? >_<
Seriously, you get people that claim to be ‘Emo’ merely because they dress in black and like the term, I want to shoot these people. The only time I think I can actually accept that a person is actually an ‘Emo’ is if they listen to the ‘Old School Emo Rock’ from the seventies, not the new Fallout Boy or My Chemical Romance music, they’re more along the lines of the ‘Emo’ fashion rather than the music itself, admittedly they are both unique but not particularly ‘Emo’.
Another idea is that an ‘Emo’ is a person which is mentally disturbed, always depressed, and always selfish;
‘You just got mugged? :O, OMG! Why does everything happen to me =’(’.
So to further portray this, throughout the rest of the blog, I shall have a split personality shown in the parenthesis. :) LET’S ROCK!
This is a typical ‘Emo’ response.
‘Hey Billy, wanna join us on a whirlwind adventure of love and happiness?’
‘No, I’d much rather spend my time alone sobbing and playing ‘Flight of the Bumblebee’ on my ever-so vulnerable forearm -.-’
(J-heez brav, that ain’t a way to speak, alie? [My multiple personality is a chav? WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME? >_<])
A clear distinction has to be made here. An ‘Emo’ is NOT a person that cuts themselves; some ‘Emo’s do cut themselves, but the fact that they do so is not what makes them an ‘Emo’. It’s the fashion, it’s the attitude. Any person that is proud of the fact that they cut and use it as a way to define themselves, they’re attention seeking and should be ignored.
There are two different kinds of ‘Emo’s; the happyhappy colourfuls, and the dark depressives. The difference between the two; Depressives make me want to cause them pain (Let’s shank ‘em! [Dude, sort your diction out, it’s atrocious!]), the Colourfuls make me want to cause pain to myself. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad they’re happy, but could they be happy in a way that doesn’t irritate the hell out of me or do damage to my retina. All in all, Colourfuls are alright people, they’re depressed but hide it to save face, and they’re still selfish, if they weren’t then they wouldn’t be ‘Emo’, but they have a certain essence about them that also makes them caring and loving. Whereas Depressives are straight-up assholes (Allow ‘em bruv [Don’t make me hurt you ¬¬]).
Now, this may all seem peculiar coming from me because I get accused SO often of being ‘Emo’. I always deny the accusation as, let’s face it, being the stereotypical ‘Emo’ isn’t a good thing, not only that but…THE DEFINITION IS SO EFFING VAGUE!!! >_<. Allow me to recite a conversation I had the other day with a 14 Year Old girl I had never spoken to before.
Her: y r u an emo?
Me: I’m an Emo?
Her: u look it. im an emo
Me: Yeah, what makes you an emo?
Her: i cut myself and my lifes depressing
This is true, I didn’t make this up. How exactly can your life be depressing at 14!? I did a bit of research, she has both parents, a seemingly happy homelife, any problems she actually has have been fictionalised in her head. It’s ridiculous. But what’s shameless is the fact that she boasted this to a complete stranger as some means of acceptance.
Now, to demonstrate some true and rare ‘Emo’ talent; a poem is in order.
My life is now in a rut,
It’s quite a pain in the butt,
I have an average life,
Easy access to a knife,
So I figure why not cut.
My level of annoyance is peaking,
My eyes are continuously leaking,
Nothing bad has happened to me,
It’s just no-one notices me,
Hence why I am just attention seeking.
Ahhhh, aren’t ‘Emo’ lyrics the best. :)
I want to know what people views are on what an ‘Emo’ is, moreso, whether you acknowledge the term or if you think it’s just another label to group slightly similar individuals together.
Live long and try not to cut, FFS. ¬¬
Hugwhore <3
(Ya’know what I think? [Enlighten me] They are sad freaks. They are like Pac-man, sitting in a dark room all day listening to repetitive music, munching pills. [But you’re a chav, no-one actually cares what you think, you’re an insignificant factor in Society, in fact your kind are more parasites to the economy then contributors in any from.] KMT And wha? [DIE!])
*Kills self*
Here's a link to listen to 'The Flight of the Bumblebee' if you didn't get the reference :), rock violin FTW! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3XyCZ2x_1vE
I also have to give Kudos to Sam Heybourn, the resident chav for this blog. :)
17 Nov 2009
Confessions of a Teenage Romantic
15 Nov 2009
Kane, I am your father...
Okay, when I think about, I am angry, I never had a father, it wasn’t his fault but it meant that I grew up missing so much, so the fact that I cross-dress and get overly flamboyant over the colour pink and other such aspects of femininity, it really shouldn’t come as much of a surprise. I like who I am. I have people I love and I have fun when I’m with them. But now I find myself where I was many years ago, emotionless. I can’t bring myself to be inspired one way or the other about anything, I’m not sad, but I’m not particularly happy.
So yeh, I have a father now, and I’m looking forward to spending time with the man who is essentially me. I’ve been told we’re not the same person, but looking at him, and then myself, we’re too similar, we’re nervous wrecks that flush tomato when feeling ever so slightly uneasy, not only that, we have the same taste and women (no incest jokes ¬¬), I think this may be in essence why I’ve reverted to my autonomic self, because the fact that every relationship I’ve had has now been explained as ‘It runs in the family’.
Okay, this is getting depressing, so, let’s change it slightly :); I have a father, that’s cool. Some people don’t have the chance to meet their father, so I’m a lucky person. And my life’s going swell :), just frickin’ dandy. :P
Section on my life over.
Dr Who is back!!! He’s returned with an ever so awesumm dark edge which clearly is being portrayed as an harmartia as to bring him towards his tragic death ^^ long live the doctor \m/(^^)\m/. So soon, he shall be a younger model, am I the only one that finds it ironic how the further we progress with Dr Who, the younger he seems to get? :S soon we’ll end up with a toddler using a screw-driver in everyday life. (Tommy Pickles :O...)
This was my blog (:, as you can tell from my style of writing, I’m not too sure if I’m any good and I don’t know whether to keep it emotional, or detached.
So, have a good day (: I need to head back to completing a Key Skills assignment about a necrophile :P (seriously, I’m surprised I was allowed, Tolerance has surely gone downhill in the past century XD).
Live long and rock out :D
Hugwhore <3