thought #3

i will tell you two things i really, really hate:
1) hairdressers who, when you says you want is LONG in the FRONT and SHORT in the BACK, say OK, i getcha, you don't have to keep telling me, i know just what you mean, that's emo, right? yep, i've seen lots of pictures of that, i know, right....and then, what do you know, they cut your hair goddam LONG ON THE SIDES and take an inch off the bangs you've been working on growing out since August, even though WHILE THEY ARE HOLDING THE SCISSORS you are saying Don't cut any off the bangs! leave the bangs at that length, it's good there! and they go OK -- snip -- i won't take --snip-- any off the bangs. see, like that? now i'll cut it so the left side is an inch longer than the right, and there you go. how many times will it take, woman, until you hear me that i don't want something styled and chic, i don't want the haute couture version of emo, i want EMO, like the way i keep saying, but noooo, it's cool, i'll just cut your fricking hair the way I think will look good, and while i'm at it i'll pretend i'm listening to your pleading to Not Cut The Bangs, Please, Not Even A Trim, I Like Them Like This, Thank You.
2) all the stupid people who've started writing emo poetry. i can't even begin to scratch the surface of how much this annoys me. people see emo on the internet, or on television, or in real life, and they'll think Hey Look! It's a bandwagon passing by! i'll jump on that one too, just like i jumped on last years, and so on. well, i've got news for you, pals: being EMO, as everyone has labeled it, does not mean you just wear black and have the hair and...write the poetry. and DON'T you fricking try to tell me it's just a music genre...or rather, if that's what you want to think, go on living in your dream world. oh, and btw....you know those green/brown/white shirts you buy at JCPenney's with the skulls on them? THOSE DON'T MAKE YOU EMO. GOT IT? thank you. anyway, people start writing these poems that barely even make any sense, they're trying so hard to be emo. it's completely pathetic, and i can't stand it. that's just not how the world works, guys. you sit down and write something like "standing on the edge of this cliff/one more step and down i will fall/like tears that run down your cheeks/my life is spirling into this abyss." that, ladies and gentlemen, is what we call stereotype. if you've ever written those times in a poem and thought they were swell, sorry. but i'm telling you people: writing basic i-hate-my-life sob poems is NOT what "emo" is.

public service announcment

STARTING GROUPS ON FACEBOOK TO MOURN THE V.T. STUDENTS ISN'T HELPING ANYONE. ACKNOWLEDGED: IT'S A SHAME. IT'S MORE THAN A SHAME, IT'S A TRAGEDY. BUT A GROUP ISN'T DOING ANYTHING FOR ANYONE, SO PLEASE STOP MAKING THEM. THANK YOU.
^-^

summer shudder (AFI)

Listen when I say, when I say it’s real
Real life goes undefined
Why must you be so missable?
Everything you take, makes it more unreal
Real lies are undefined, how can this be so miserable?

Under the summer rain, I burnt away,
Under the summer rain, (Burn!) You turned away.

Listen, I can't make, make a sound or feel,
Feel fine, I kiss the lies, why must they be so kissable?
Listen as I break, break the forth wall's seal.
Gorgeous eyes shine suicide, when will we be invisible?

Under the summer rain, I burnt away,
Under the summer rain, (Burn!) We burned away.
Under the summer rain, I burnt away,
Under the summer rain, (Burn!) You turned away.

This is the fall; this is the long way down,
And our lives look smaller now, and our lives look so small,
(Leave me here crying)
This is the fall; this is the long way down
And our lives look smaller now, and our lives look so small…

Under the summer rain, I burnt away
Under the summer rain, (Burn!) We burnt away

Under the summer rain, I burnt away
Under the summer rain, (Burn!) We burnt away

Under the summer rain, (Burn!) I burnt away
Under the summer rain, (Burn!) You turned away..

thought #2

people love to make fun of emos. i'm thinking it's not very nice, eh? here are some jokes i just found on the WWWW (that's the Wonderful World Wide Web, btw).
1) How do you get an emo down from a tree? You cut the rope.
2) How many emos does it take to screw in a lightbulb? (!) None. They prefer to sit in the dark and cry. I was rather disappointed with this answer, so the search will continue.
3) I wish my lawn was emo so it would cut itself.
NOT ALL EMOS CUT THEMSELVES. GOT IT??
4) What do you call an emo kid outside a mall? Anything, he'll cry no matter what you do.
5) The Biggest Emo Joke of All: Myspace.
Give the emos a break, guys! there's nothing wrong with people like that, people like me (if you want)...just loosen up. acceptance is cool.

the worlds two best foods...combined

if you've never experienced Goldfish in the pretzel variety, you are missing out on a huge portion of life. pretzels, for one, are the best snack food ever invented...closely followed by Goldfish, mostly the Original and Parmesan flavors. but when you combine Goldfish and pretzels, and you get goldfishpretzels...well, it's just beyond words.

thought #1

you know the lead singer of AFI? he looks like a girl, i swear to god. have you i don't know if it's his hair, or his face, or some combo of them, but it's....awful. i mean, just look at the picture: <click here>. it's utterly disgusting.
don't worry, i *love* AFI. don't hurt me please. ^^

welcome to paradise?

here i am, at blogger again. i doubt that i need this blog, but that's OK because i like to meddle around with settings and stuff, and so this is fun.
what can i say? blogger is great, dA is great...ok, there's my adverts for the day. x_x
and what else can i say about myself? i'm kinda emo, nonconformist, punk-ish. i have a good time. i have chill friends, i'm into music and animation, i live for my iPod. i would very much like to own a cell phone. facebook is a godsend. please visit Gazebo's Swedish Blog. i know him. ^^