Hi everybody! Wow it seems like forever since I actually wrote a post that didn't have to do with My Chemical Romance. Well... A lot has happened, so I'm going to start with school.
Guess what? I got an 100% on my notebook! Our ELA teacher grades our reading and writing notebooks every time we complete a unit and I got a 98% on my writer's and an 100% on my reader's! Yay! I wrote a poem about her(I'm not going to put her last name for the sake that she doesn't know I'm posting about her and I've changed the name of other people in the poem):
Monday for Claire
The hall is empty
but not for long.
Hold on tight, Claire,
stay strong.
A sleepless night,
another call.
Here they come,
once again down the hall.
"Get in line!
Listen up!"
"Jason-
shut up!"
"Quiet, [Casey], all eyes
on me.
Copy down the mini-lesson
and sit in your seat."
Down the hall come more
laughing and playing.
How can I go through the day
without saying
something rash that's on my mind.
Another parent meeting (ugh).
Just bite my tongue. Sigh.
They talk, they go slow.
"Shh! Copy the mini-lesson!"
Don't they know?
I had another argument
with mother last night.
Then [brother] and I
had a fight.
I couldn't sleep.
I need to call [Jake].
I'll be late tonight,
for our date.
"Sit down!
Look at me!"
I'm frustrated as it is.
Can they not see?
Talking back again
and again.
Like being in a bad mood
is some kind of sin.
Suck it up
keep control.
For them I do
more and more.
But they take for granted
the help I give.
All they do is complain
of the life they live.
I stick up for them in meetings
I care, I really do.
They would have more respect
if they really knew
how much I work,
how much I suffer
so they can roll their eyes and chat too their neighbor.
Why do I still care?
All they care about is clothes and hair.
Their ignorance frustrates me
to no end.
I have a life,
I need money to spend.
So with all of my worries
on my mind,
I will walk among the unforgiving ignorant
until 9:25
Did you like? She said it was hilarious and that I'm really talented :D lol!
Today we went to see a musical at the school Talent Unlimited. The play was boring, the sound system was bad and the girls showed a lot of skin, but the singing was good. Then, we went to the park and ate lunch. I was trying to be alone, but Casey came over to chat (which was fine), but she's really popular and all her friends came with her. Ugh. Popular kids annoy me. Then Casey bought me a Froz Fruit [thank you Casey! :)] on the way back and a trip that was supposed to go until right after lunch ended up being all day! Woo hoo!
On Friday, we're going bowling. Yay!
So, that's the news for school and today. Now let's see.... Oh yeah! I'm here to bring up.....Labels!
Well, on Monday I was officially labeled "Emo". It was my first day in school with my black nail polish and I was wearing the Ripper MCR shirt. On top of that, my friend read my poems that I wrote and her and her friend officially labeled me Emo. That was confirmed by my friend from YPC when she saw my shirt, nails, poems and MCR bag with all my buttons on it. Of course, she's also considered Emo, so she thought it was cool that she had an "Emo buddy".
Poetry leads me into two of my fave poems that I wrote:
Pretentious Ecstasy
Smile
Laugh
Pretend
Watch the sun go down
and believe everything is alright.
Watch children play
and don't think
it might be their day.
Does it matter if you scream
silent and dead?
If you look at the stars
do you wish they would fall?
When you see the rain
on your window
do you wish you would drown
in your lost pain?
And will you scream?
Will you care?
Or will you
smile
laugh
and pretend.
The End.
Will we run until
the end?
Hand in hand,
smiles in tears
and will we go
until
the end?
When day fades,
I think of your face.
I don't know
how to let you
see my heart
and let you know
how much you mean
and that I would take
your hand
and run
and cry
until
the end
with you.
Alone and together.
You made my heart
beat.
My blood
thaw
and so I think
I
Love
You
Until
The
End.
The End.
How did you like it? I just write off the top of my head while I'm listening to music.
Well, speaking of poems and Emo, I wanted to share with you this article.
Girl, 13, hangs herself after becoming obsessed with Emo 'suicide cult' rock band
Can you believe this? This author is so ill-informed! Right off the back, "though you're dead and gone believe me your memory will go on"? Excuse me, but if you're going to dis My Chem at least try. First, the author didn't even have the integrity to check if the lyrics were correct. It's CARRY on, thank you very much! And, if you ask me, My Chem has way more disturbing and morbid lyrics than that. "Can you stake my heart?!", "I think I'll blow my brains against the ceiling!", "Singing songs that make you slit your wrists.", "The amount of pills I've taking, counteracts the booze I'm drinking". C'mon! Oh, yeah, the memory of a loved one carrying on really makes me want to go kill myself!
Secondly, the girl obviously had emotional issues before listening to MCR. Two weeks is not enough time for something tragic to happen, then to get depressed, then kill yourself. Please, MCR might have morbid and exaggerated lyrics, but the band's music/lyrics are not what she committed suicide over. They have very meaningful lyrics that send out a good message if you look beyond the harsh words. Gerard has made it clear that he has made mistakes in his life, but he has learned and he wants his fans to know that suicide is never the answer.
Also, she was obviously suicidal. She made threats to kill herself! That is a major red light. Also, she showed her father the cuts on her arms, and what did he do? I'm sorry, but the author makes it seem as if the dad didn't do anything and accepted her answer of it being part of her "emo initiation". I would get my daughter major therapy! Also, the mother knew she was being strange and acting/dressing very depressingly, but she just thought it was okay because it was a fashion? Does she think it's okay? Who's in control here, mom? She was crying out for attention. She definitely had major emotional problems. I feel really bad for her.
Also, what's with The Black Parade? If you're "Emo" you are officially suicidal and think that you're going to join a marching band of skeletons when you finally succeed in killing yourself? I know where I'm going and it does not include The Black Parade.
MCR head of a "suicide cult"? I don't think so. Ever heard of Marilyn Manson? So you are going to tell me that MCR is the leader of a suicide cult. No thank you. The author didn't even do any research! And, the last time I checked, My Chem was never nominated to be the forerunner of a suicide cult.
Well, there you have it! My extremely long post. To express more outrage on the article, you can post on this: www.cowgirl4christ3168.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-chemical-suicide.html
Gotta sleep eventually! See ya!
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
A real post!
Saturday, February 9, 2008
Emo
Hello friends! I know, I know, no one posts this much in two days. Except me. Now I was just thinking about labels and what people percieve others as and I decided to bring up a very misinterpreted and touchy subject: emo.
Ah, emo. Such different views of what emo really is! My idea of being truly emo is emotional. See the similarities? Emo-Emotional. Get it? Oh! Now you see it! The word "emo" is derived from the word "emotional". Below is a list of what it takes to be emo:
1. Being moody; having mood swings often or getting hurt, mad, sad, frustrated very easily.
2. Low self-esteem; not thinking you're good enough for someone or something.
3. Being into poetry/music, especially about death, destruction or serious issues in life.
4. Being self destructive; cutting yourself or attempted suicide. 
5. Independence and need for privacy; want to be left alone as often as possible
6. Easily bored/uninterested
7. NOT a girly-girl or jock! Usually teased/shunned by such people
8. NOT a shallow person! You look beyond the surface and have passion for the things you love to do.
If you can relate to 4 or more of the descriptions on the list, you are emo. Now, if you dress emo, you are not necessarily emo. You just look emo. And not all emos dress like it, either. So be careful when calling someone emo. Now here is a list of the stereotype-emo's wardrobe:
1. Really tight pants (usually skinny jeans)
2. Gothic looking shirts
3. Colors: black and red/dark purple/green/dark blue/white/yellow/silver/gray
4. Black nail polsh
5. Scarf (optional)
6. Black eyeliner (usually so much they look like a racoon)
7. Black/dark red lipstick/lip gloss (preferebly girls only)
8. Black boots (again, girls only)
9. Fishnet gloves! (I love these)
Are you all sorted out? There is a difference between looking emo and being emo. I would also like to point out that THERE IS A DIFFERENCE BETWEEN GOTH AND EMO!!! I am really tired of people mixing them up! Goths are always being falsely accused of being emo. That's like calling a parakeet a parrot! They might both be birds, but they are completely different types! Being gothic includes the following:
1. Wearing gothic clothes
3. Wanting/trying to become a vampire
4. Being interested in vampires and/or witchcraft
5. Do not have to wear black all the time
If you can relate to one or more of the previous characteristics, you are considered goth. WARNING: NOT ALL GOTHS WORSHIP THE DEVIL. IN FACT, FEW DO. ALSO, YOU DO NOT HAVE TO BE DEPRESSED, VIOLENT, EVIL, OR ANTI-SOCIAL TO BE GOTH. GOTHS CAN BE NICE, HAPPY PEOPLE, TOO.
Now to clarify w
hat "gothic clothes" are, here's a couple pics:

Now here are some
simple rules:
But the best solution is not to call someone a label. You're not in their head. You don't know what they're like! So, in the words of cowgirl4christ:
"Labels suck.
Unless you're a can of soup.
We are not soup.
Ditch the labels, alright?!"
