The Royal Wedding

Hello people.

Yesterday I watched bits and pieces of the Royal Wedding of Prince William and Kate, but not the entire thing. What I saw though was very lovely. It was a truly beautiful ceremony in my opinion. Kate looked spectacular, William looked handsome, and together they glowed with love and promise.

Of course, there were people out there who thought the entire wedding was ridiculous. They complained of how much of a "waste" it was to spend all that money and make such a commotion over a silly wedding event.

Now weddings in America where an unimportant couple spends hundreds of thousands of dollars on everything seem silly to me, but I feel that a royal wedding in England that involves the future rulers of the country is something that has the right to be treated differently. I don't see Prince William and Kate having some shitty wedding in a rundown little chapel. The way I see it, the wedding was a day for people all over the world to come together and forget about the negativity. It was a day for happiness and celebration, to admire the beauty and love of a fairytale romance. The wedding warmed my heart and most likely warmed the heart of millions.

Anyway, I wish Kate and William a happy marriage. It was really refreshing to see such a lovely event :)

J. Crew Ad Gender Crisis! [A Ranting Matter]

A few days ago the conservative news world erupted with rage at a certain advertisement that appeared in a J. Crew Clothing Line catalog. The ad was treated like a crisis in America, making news reporters rant in anger and disbelief. Basically, a lot of people were unhappy.

But what could this controversial ad possibly be?! Could it be another vulgar ad that degrades women? Could it be an explicit article of some sort? Perhaps a crude shirt saying something like "The Holocaust Was Awesome!" even? Nope. Not even close.

Prepare yourself, for I dare to post the very ad on my own blog site. Behold the horror:

But--wait a second. Where's the awful material that is too horrible for any human mind to even withstand? Where's the disgusting wrongness in this image? 

DOST THOU NOT SEE? THE BOY'S TOENAILS ARE PAINTED IN PINK! 

...You don't see the horrible wrong in such a thing?

Good. Me neither. But apparently, Fox News does.

Since this "issue" came about Fox News has be criticizing J. Crew and the mother in this image (who is the founder of the company) for the following things:
-Promoting the idea of transgender children
-Promoting non-Christian values
-Promoting homosexuality in children
-Encouraging Americans to ignore gender identity rules
-Bringing psychological harm to those who view this ad
-Encouraging bad parenting

 

It's okay kid, there's plenty of pink nail polish in Hell! 

Are they fucking serious? What the hell is the big deal here? First of all, the boy is just a damn child. And he sure as hell isn't your child. So you have no right to tell this woman how or how not to be a parent in the first place just because of your twisted belief system.

Second: Do the people against this ad realize how amazingly idiotic they sound? In this article by "Dr." Keith Ablow he gives a harsh criticism of the ad and the mother, stating that images like that create a "gender identity crisis" in children. He even makes the accusation that the mother will need to get psychotherapy for her child just because of the event: 

"Yeah, well, it may be fun and games now, Jenna, but at least put some money aside for psychotherapy for the kid—and maybe a little for others who’ll be affected by your “innocent” pleasure." 

I sometimes wonder why some people were permitted out of the womb. 

Can a mother not have a fun-loving moment with her son? It's not like she was painting little red swastikas on his feet wile he wore an KKK hood dammit. But of course, he's a young boy. If he wasn't throwing a football or playing video games then he needs to gtfo.

Why does pink even have to be a color that's "just for girls"? I had no idea that colors started to determine who people were. I guess that wearing green makes me a leprechaun and wearing black makes me a goth amirite?

And what's with the people crying on about "psychological trauma" and the "promoting of transgender children"? What happened to a mother and her son being bored on a Sunday afternoon? Or maybe the kid was like "Hey mommy we should put on pink nail polish!" and his mom decided to go through with it and use it for the catalog. Trust me, I doubt he will have any emotional scars.

Keith Ablow (that douchebag from Fox News who wrote the linked article) also stated that painting your son's toenails pink was just as immoral and "unwise" as dressing your little girl up like a little slut.

Umm...pardon me professor but you see just as much wrong in this:

As this?!:

 Hmm...Not enough blush on the cheeks... 

I think there's a huge difference between little girls walking around in public with push-up bras and mini skirts and a little boy getting his nail painted during a fun evening.

If this is such a fuckin' tragedy then why don't you go ahead and go after all the girls who don't wear dresses? Why don't you have a field day at the news station when an ad comes up featuring a girl wearing boyish clothing and doing something other than shopping or texting? 

Don't you get it?

It doesn't matter. 

I grew up living a guy's life. I knew very well then that I was a girl and I have never had a serious desire to become a male at any point of my life. I simply live in a way that makes me happy. If that involves hunting and playing Search and Destroy on COD then so be it. If a guy likes to cook or do fashion or anything else that has been placed in the list of presumably "girly" things then so be it. It isn't going to screw with every developing person. What WILL screw with a young child is adhering them to a strict set of rules and having them grow up being taught gender stereotypes and silly expectations. What's that? You want to play with your sister's Barbie doll?

TO HELL WITH YOU!

 

We keep the nail polish in the back.  

There are tomboys, tomgirls, gays, transgenders, and transsexuals in the world. There have been throughout history and there always will be.

There are also nice afternoons where a mother has a sweet moment with her son.

Pull your head out of your ass before you speak next time, it helps prevent you from talking so much bullshit.

Nick Pitera=True Talent

 

Yes. I just watched this video and I had to make a blog about it lol.

The video is about a month old by now but it just...blew me away. His voice, his acting, his arrangement is just astounding. This man is truly talented. I also love the passion that radiates through him when he performs.

Also, I'm jealous of his female voice. He sings a million times better than tons of other female artists out there and I find that both awesome and a bit sad (on the other girls' parts lmao). Wish my singing voice sounded that good >:[

This honestly inspired me and made my day a little brighter. Maybe my heart is all extra soft-like today, but I dunno. This video is incredible to me and I had to share it with the world :D

Enjoy! 

How To Be A Typical Emo/Scene Kid [A Ranting Matter]

So kids, are you sick of being a well-rounded and respectable human being? Well look no further for your solution because today I will teach YOU how to be a totally original and totally badass emo kid. I can assure you that by the end of this tutorial you will go from this:

To this:

 

Photoshopped skin not included.

Are you excited? I sure am! So let's get started with the steps you'll need for your transformation:

1. Clothes 

If you want to be emo you're going to need to dress the part. First things first, you'll need some skinny jeans. Even if you weigh roughly the size of a baby whale, squeeze yourself into them anyway. We all know that clothing sizes are just stupid suggestions for the other lame people in society. You're emo, you're a fuckin' rebel! No silly tag is gonna tell you what to do! So go ahead and make sure whatever you wear is skin-tight. When picking out T-shirts, go for dark band-tees and hoodies. Get some black and white Converse or some Vans for shoes as well.

Now for the accessories! Wherever you can put random shit on your body, do it. Get some bows and clips for your hair, buy a bunch of necklaces or chokers, stockings and leggings, and get about a thousand bracelets...for each arm. Don't forget the fingerless gloves and bandannas too if you'd like. You can find all you need at your local Hot Topic, the number one stop for your individuality!

2. Hair and Makeup 

Ah, now this is what really tops off the emo/scene appearance. A couple of rules for the hair: One, whatever you do to to the poor strands just make sure it covers up a portion of your face and eyes. Two, make sure you poof out your hair, make it spiky, and make it BIG. Nothing is more attractive to others than gravity-defying hair that looks more like a mutated animal pelt than human hair. 

Hot.

Use good hair products to hold the look in place. When you've used so much that your bathroom contains more Got2b Glued Hair Spray than oxygen, you've done a fair job.

So how about the makeup? How much should you use? Two words: SHIT LOADS. Screw the haters, you don't have "raccoon eyes". That's just the blackness of your soul reflecting through your eyelids.

3. The Habitat Of An Emo 

Emos and scene kids are special creatures that require the right habitat. The walls must be covered with posters of shitty bands and stuff that some claim to be "art".  A mirror in the room is also nice, just in case the emo in question is a lazy ass who doesn't feel like dragging themselves to the bathroom for their cell phone cam-whoring. Stuffed Hello Kitty animals and Gir dolls are nice to place on the bed. A guitar is a lovely scenic item, tricking the average noob who sees it in the background of your photos into thinking that you're a deep and talented musical person. Are you? Of course! You know the rhythm part to almost every MCR and Hawthorne Heights song!

4. Attitude

"Emo" is short for "emotional" for a reason. Be moody, dark, mysterious, hyper, weird, crazy, and depressed all at the same time. If anyone asks, just say you're bi-polar even if you haven't been diagnosed by a real doctor. You already know that you have chronic depression, MPD, and ADHD, so why not bi-polar disorder too? Anyway, be hateful and ungrateful about everything. Complain as much as possible and blow every situation out of proportion. Your pencil just broke? You better start crying your eyes out bitch, because nobody knows the pain of life as much as you do. 

"That was my last pencil, my life is over!"

Even though emos are supposed to be oh-so-depressed all the time, they should still sometimes act like 5-year-olds who have overdosed on caffeine. You see, emos are random. That's also how you should describe such insanity: randomness. Trust me, it's what the cool kids do. So when people aren't giving sympathy to your sorry ass, just start doing your well-rehearsed Gir impression of the "Doom Song" and laugh hysterically about it.

5. Likes

As an emo/scene kid, there are some things that bring a little light into your dark abyss of a world. These things include the cute, crappy, and horrible, especially when mixed together. Skelanimals, Invader Zim, Hello Kitty, emo bands, other emos, skulls, horror movies, broken hearts, Pon and Zi, razors, blood, anime, pain, photography (emo photography, not real photography), and anything at Hot Topic. Fill your life up with these things, whether you want to or not. Don't forget to get a Facebook, Myspace, VampireFreaks, and any other social-networking account so you can share all your emo goodness with the world!

6. Dislikes

Do I really need to say this? It's rather simple: Parents, teachers, school, life, those who "just don't understand", and ANYONE with a different opinion than you. Oh, and of course preps. Preps are the mortal enemies of emos and you should keep in mind that they are ALL worthless douchebags along with any other kid more popular/successful than you.

7. Music

This is easy. You like "everything" except rap and country.

  

8. Friends

Even though you constantly whine about how alone you are in the world, you should still have as many emo and scene friends as possible. You're still a "loner" if you hang out with other loners right?  Duh.

So alone.

Hang out in shady corners away from other people and talk shit about preps in your free time. Compare your cuts while you're at it too, just for fun.

9. Pictures

You don't need some ignorant bastard telling you what "is" and "isn't" art! They don't understand the deep meaning behind your work! Disregard the haters and put online whatever you'd like. Half-assed drawing of Gir you did in the corner of your math homework? Take a pic of that shit and throw it up on DeviantArt bitch, you just became a motherfuckin' artist. But don't forget the best piece of art you can ever share with the world: yourself!

Sure, you claim to have low self-esteem and say "lol im sooo ugly" more often than not, but that doesn't stop you from posting 40 different pictures of yourself every day. Not getting the attention you deserve? Show some skin. Any respect for yourself has already been lost.

10. Writing and Typing

Grammar? Pfft. That's for losers. Go on and throw out everything you ever knew about the proper English language. From now on, you type lyke diz loooool. You should draw out the letters in your words and replace the period at the end of a sentence with "lol" or "looo00ll!!!". Apostrophes? They don't even exist. You should only regard those when making cutesy emoticons like this: ^___^'. What about numbers? They definitely belong with letters. The letter Z? Your new fucking best friend.

Feeling a bit uneasy? Take this short piece for a test run:

sooooo lyke i wazz ttly at the mall wit jenna wen we saw lykkeee the CUT3ST GUY EVUUURRR!!!!111 LOOOOOL he wazz suchh a hottie lyke 4 realz. he luked just lyke pete wentz loool!!! i waz lyke omg n i wanted 2 talk 2 him but i wazz soooooo shy n then jenna tlked to him n he started hangin wit us!! OMG I KNO RITE??? IJFOIJAISJADIOSAIDOJSAD LOL IM SO RANDUM LOL

Do you feel your braincells depleting? Good.

11. Online Behavior

The online community is where the emo/scene person can really thrive. Put yourself out there and regard yourself as the special individual that you are. Get a username like "XxBlackH3art4EvurxX" so people know that you're original. Make sure that you update every status about how shitty your life is as much as possible. When you're not doing that, update it with sad song lyrics or poetry. Nothing else. Also, cover all of your pages with this kind of bullshit:

Emos don't understand the concept of vital organs it seems.

Also keep in mind that anyone who disagrees with you is wrong. Always.

12. Love Life

Yeah, you're a distant loner who walks the "Boulevard of Broken Dreams", but doesn't mean you can't fall in love! Every relationship that you engage in means that you love each other. EVERY. SINGLE. ONE.  Dated a girl for two weeks? Love. Dated some douche for a month in an abusive relationship? Love. Saw a really hot guy at Hot Topic? Defintely love. Whenever you enter a new relationship with someone, automatically spam all of your internet profiles about how "in love" you are with them and how you two will be together "forever". 

True love=Self Mutilation.

But what kind of people should you go for? Well, when you're not exercising your "bisexuality" (which you were totally born that way, you're not just in it for the attention. Besides, being gay is like the totally "in" thing now, right?) you should adhere to strict expectations.

Guys, only go for emo and scene girls. Why? Because for you, normal women aren't dramatic or crazy enough. You also need a nice thin girl. Can't see her ribs or pelvic bones? Gross. Moving on.

Girls, you should obsess and dedicate your life to cute emo/scene guys. You also like your men looking like scrawny, wimpy chumps. If the guy you're checking out could pass as a girl, you're on the right track. 

Now, we have to talk about the dreaded break-ups. Ah yes, the point when your life is "totally over". As soon as a break-up occurs, overreact. Start hyperventilating and cry harder than when that damn pencil broke in class earlier today. More importantly, go home and tell the online world about your troubles. Were you totally more in love with them than anyone yesterday? Nope. Not anymore. They're now a stupid fucking bastard who broke your heart and ripped it to pieces.

LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL

13. The Final Touches

Just be you. The you who is just like everyone else in the emo "non-conformist" society, that is. You are special, just like everyone else. Don't let anyone call you a whiny retard because it's just not true. They don't understand the type of pain that you've gone through in your life. They don't know just how far you live on the fuckin' edge. Have they ever had one of mom's fruity wine coolers? Hell no! Did they ever have the love of their life break their heart after four weeks? Hell no! The world is cruel and so are the people in it. Now go listen to Three Days Grace and cry yourself to sleep kid, you're an emo now.

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Disclaimer: This is a joke, obviously. Based on stereotypes...that are based on reality.

Friends Are Overrated [A Ranting Matter]

Yeah, these jerks.

Maybe I'm just a lonely, bitter person. Maybe I had issues growing up. Maybe something just finally clicked in my head. Whatever it is, looking back on my past 16 years of experience with friendships made me realize that the whole hype about having as many friends imaginable is bullshit. 

Yep, I said it. Because it really is. Everyone talks about how important it is to seek friendship with every other person but it's unhealthy in a way. For me personally, by trying to make friends with everyone I was rendered unable to support myself when the time came. When I look back at the times where I had the most abundance of friends, it seemed like I had less worries. I mean, I was buddies with half the school right? 

 This is only a handful of 'em

I could tell everyone everything and I put my life out there on a billboard for all to see, allowing them to pick up my problems instead of dealing with them myself. I relied on all of the people around me for support. I acted out and did what I could to keep my place near the top. I don't think I was being myself back then. If anything, I was living my life through other people. Was I my own person? No, I was a puzzle pieced together by those I interacted with. I was not nearly as troubled then as I may seem now, but I'd rather be true to myself and unhappy than to be happily living a lie.

Now I don't want you to have the misconception that I'm a completely lonely popular-kid-hating sod who eats lunch alone and never talks to anyone. You know, the shady kid who wanders the halls each and everyday with a rain cloud over their head and sighs excessively?

Yeaahhhh, not me.

Well, I'm not that kid. As I got older, I found different values in my friendships. The amount of friendships I had dwindled, but by keeping my standards high and searching for different things, the quality of my friendships improved.

The number of people in real life who I actually consider good friends can be counted out on my fingers now. I have finally placed the barrier between acquaintance and friend. I hold a fair number of acquaintances, but nobody important enough to spend quality time with and nobody who I really hold in special regards to aside of class conversation.

Through my new focus on the quality of my relationships with people, I started forming into a real person. The true me. The me who gets emotional, who argues, questions, rants, and goes along her own way. Think about friendships like coins: A person can have 50 pennies in their pocket correct? While a generous amount of coins, they aren't really worth much. The person who holds three quarters has the greatest worth of coins but the smallest amount of them. You see?

 

Pennies make bastard friends.

 All I need in my life are a few quarters. One of my best friends, who I met shortly after turning 13, truly turned my life around. He was a true friend to me. Why? Well, partially because he wasn't afraid to kick my ass and tell me that I messed up. Everything I learned from him is worth a billion times any of the bullshit that my previous "friends" had thrown in my direction. Even if we don't last as friends, I'll keep what I've learned because the lessons I receive from others are values that I hold dear.

Since my personal evolution I may be less careless and have more things on my mind, but it is a price I'm willing to pay because I wouldn't touch my previous life with a 100 foot pole. 

My previous life. Figuratively.

Basically guys, don't go searching for all the friends you can round up. Don't lose yourself to other people. Keep your head and focus on finding good friends, because they are the ones that really matter. Being named "Most Popular" in the high school yearbook won't mean shit when life comes to smack you in the face. So don't look for a best bud in everyone because you're not going to find it. The right friendships will fall into place and you shouldn't take every single one too seriously. You'll know who your best friend is as time continues. My best friend is probably the person who kicks my ass at every video game, hates the same things I do (and with a passion), calls me at 3 AM just to annoy the hell out of me, and shines the biggest spotlight on my screw-ups and says: "You better fix that shit and learn from it".

Quality over quantity. 

Peace~

First Blog: The Blair Witch Project

It's almost 5 in the morning and I've been up all night. Why? Well, I made the terrible mistake of watching The Blair Witch project in the dark by myself. Bad move? Probably, but I'd never seen it even though I had always heard about it as an important part of the horror movie culture, so I figured I may as well do it now.

Okay so, first off I go and read the summary of the movie because well, it's just something I like to do. It's interesting seeing how different what you pictured in your head is from the actual movie itself. Anyway, after reading through that I honestly assume it isn't really that frightening. I find the movie online and my cinematic adventure begins:

I'm going to be honest here; I didn't watch like, the first 20-30 minutes of the movie. I kept skipping through until I got past all the tedious talking and interviews. I wanted to see some creepy shit go down.

I think I finally stopped when they were out camping the first few nights. Some weird stuff happened and they heard things outside but that was about it. I wasn't scared at all at this point. If anything, I was tempted to start skipping scenes again.

Later on the annoying girl is outside again filming at night while weird noises are coming from the woods around the tent. The first time it happened I wasn't really frightened because: 1. I couldn't see shit and 2. I couldn't even hear the stuff all that well. But oh well, moving on.

Tensions are rising after rocks magically appear outside of their tent, which of course begs the question of who, what, when, where, and why. I assumed it was the witch who made cairns at night in the forest because she friggin' felt like it (or she assumed that there was something terrifying about solid minerals in triangular arrangements). The situation doesn't really scare anyone except the chick, who I wanted to kick in teeth multiple times by this point.

The three filmmakers go along their merry way, getting lost and letting out their frustrations on each other. They find some fucked up sticks in the trees and when they initially want to gtfo the chick of course is still wandering around, marveling at the sticks that someone had so artistically placed in the trees. I imagine this had something to do with the witch too, or maybe some deranged woodsman with a soft spot for arts and crafts. Either way, it'd be some weird shit to find.

Everyone hates each other more than usual in the next few days. After another spooky night where they have to flee their tent, they come back to find their stuff all messed up by a ghost who probably had some serious munchies. After that, they waste another day lost in the woods. Another scary night happens and the next morning Josh is fuckin' gone. Where did he go? Nobody knows. He probably found the car and left their asses because let's face it; one of them is a complete controlling nutjob and the other is an equally retarded idiot with a sick sense of humor [Get rid of our only hope for survival LOOOOOOOOOL].

I'm starting to get scared at this point because of the anticipation build-up. The night scenes become scarier for me, because I'm so curious as to what's out there but they won't let you see. It's fun to assume it's just that burly abstract artist woodsman though. 

One night Josh is screaming in agony for help, but they don't dare to leave camp to go find him. I'd say screw it too to be honest. That artsy woodsman is a serious troll, leaving his art projects around to mess with people's minds and shit. Who knows what he'd do to a person. 

The next morning they find more gruesome craft work. There are bundles of sticks around with pieces of Josh's shirt, blood, and teeth. The composition isn't the greatest, but the message comes through pretty powerfully. 

Heather trips out again and during that night they hear Josh screaming once again. They run their stupid asses into an old abandoned house in the dead of the night. Now I am seriously scared. I tried skipping through a few seconds, just to make sure nothing would pop out at me and make me jump out of my skin. Sadly, when I tried to skip through, the video didn't pause but just kept playing. Heather is freaking the hell out and I don't really know what's going on, but it's some srs bsns. 

My final scare comes in through the final scenes, with Mike facing that damn wall. After the movie ends I can't sleep of course. As always, I got the usual hearing and seeing things effect after you watch a scary movie. I eventually worked up the bravery to turn on every light in the damn house that I could. I even turned on my fan to create some other noise besides silence. 

It was a good movie, and I think they combined the right elements to instill fear in the viewer. Most people are afraid of what they can't see or identify, and this movie takes a hold of that and runs with it. The mystery, the anticipation, and the realism of all of it comes together nicely.

Sadly, the whole being up all night thing isn't going to work for me well because I have a Senior Art Show to help put together today. I'll be packing some caffeine in my backpack, as well as a reminder to NOT watch creepy movies alone at night.

Peace!