No class

I really don't have much to say as of the moment. I haven't been posting anything in the last few days and I might not for a few more days. School is starting up, and I'm going through spells of utter happiness and world changing peacefulness, then to demonic vengence, hatred and world domination. It's truly exhausting.  As of right now, as you might have guessed by the vibe of my typing, it's the hatred and world domination. I dislike many people, honestly, but I think it's safe to say I have a true hatred for one person. Maybe two or three. I know most teenagers say that kind of thing, but these people, I associate with crimes like rape and murder. In all honesty, bad people. Well. Bad in one way, and just stupid and naive in another. I guess some things that some people do, they don't mean to do, and it doesn't define them as a person, but it defines them to whoever suffered the consequences of their mistake. So, I just want to finish this little post with this. Name of which will not be posted, you are a pathetic excuse for a lady. You have absolutely no class, and the only clothes you ever wear are stupid emo shit from Hot Topic. You probably bought your makeup from there, as well, because it's smeared around your eye, like it is with most stupid teens these days, and it looks awful. You try to look like you've come out of a Tim Burton film, but in all reality you look like an old prostitute that makes me want to run screaming into the night. You think you are mature because you read Poe and King, but you really are only as mature as you can be from where you live, in a no class state in the middle of the U.S. An unimportant suburban area with nothing going on. You act like a boy cause you think it makes you cool, and you smoke pot because you think it makes you cool. Let me tell you something. Acting like a boy only makes you look like a lesbian and you aren't even smoking real pot. You are smoking a fake excuse of weed, that only people in that part of the U.S can get. I live in California, I know what weed is, you moron, and I don't even need to smoke it to be happy. I get my clothes from unique places and I would never again by anything from Hot Topic. All my makeup comes from Mac And BareMinerals, so it's good makeup, and I wear it nicely, I don't cake it around my eye like a raccoon. I'm more mature than you, and I know that for a fact cause now that I am the age that I used to think you were so "mature" in, I know that I was wrong and that you were not mature and have still not changed. I have traveled more places in the world than you will ever be able to and have seen more than you ever will. Also, I am so much prettier than you, your jealousy makes you look even more like a hag. There's a name for "ladies" like you, but it isn't used in high society, outside of a kennel. 

Aurora is a beautiful name

So, all day, I guess I've just been sitting around the computer, as I was doing the day before, and the day before that. I might have gone outside for about five minutes. Anyway, the social network was getting a little lame an hour or so ago, so I decided to go creeping around the interwebs to see what I could find. I generally look up things like "Creepy Pastas" or "The longest lasting erection ever recorded" but this time I decided to see what people thought about Sleeping Beauty AKA Princess Aurora. She's my favorite princess, and I have loved her ever since I was little. Most people don't like her because she doesn't really have much character development, which is true, but really, with the story that she comes with, there isn't really much you can do. Besides, the movie was made in a different time than now, so the generic princess was much different than the independant ones now. Either way, I still think that Aurora was one of the first princesses to show interesting qualities. One, she's the most elegant and graceful of all of them, which is surprising because she didn't even know she was a princess for most of her life. Her loyalty to the fairies shows that she was a very respectful and obiedient girl, which isn't bad. At times she seemed very "Damsel in Distress," but she really isn't all that much. It shows that she always does what she is told and has very high standards to live up to, but when she is alone, she lets her dreams fill her world and lets herself be free for even just five minutes. She reminds me a lot of Juliet Capulet, actually. She's young and naive, but is not stupid at all and actually is very intelligent. When she meets Prince Phillip, she doesn't know that he is the prince that she is supposed to marry, just some peasant type of boy. It's obvious that she is attracted to him and that they find a connection, but chooses her resposibilites over her heart, which is not always right, but definitely shows maturity. This is where she differs from Juliet, who goes with what her heart says. Unfortunately for the both of them, both decisions led to tragedy, but at least Aurora got out alive.

Sleepwalk, 1959

So here I am, on the couch, tuning up Sleepwalk by Santo & Johnny. This is usually my calm-down-you-crazy-person song. Yet, it also seems to be the song that I play when I'm depressed as well. I'm not sure if I do it to make myself more depressed, or to draw myself out of it. Either way, all I can think about is Sleepwalkers and La Bamba, for obvious reasons. (For those fools out there that don't know what I mean, its because this song is on the soundtrack of both movies.) Anyway, I've come to the conclusion that God tends to be a selfish asshole that kills people like Buddy Holly and Ritchie Valens for the sake of killing them. Then, he goes of and produces people like Lil' Wayne, and all the little pre teens that want to have sex with Dahvie Vanity. Blood on the Dance Floor in particular, pisses me off. If I were ever to come across the two of them, I think I'll just kick them in the balls and have myself a soda. Maybe I was just born in the wrong time. I still can't decide if the time I belong in is Europe in the 1800's or Southern California in the 1950s. As long as I get away from neon skinny jeans and conformists who are conformists because the're trying so hard to be non-conformists, then I'll be fine. Otherwise, well, we'll see.

The start of a not so beautiful friendship.

Usually, when I think of blogging, I think of sixteen year olds blogging about how they love My Chemical Romance and how their fathers are alcoholics. Or maybe something like Bridget Jones Diary. Unfortunately, my life is not as complicated nor amusing as either mentioned above. I can't say I'm not excited about spilling my emotions onto a computer screen, hoping some creep out in Kentucky will read it, but I'm also a little stumped on how to entertain the world of the internet. Not that anyone would read any of this, anyway.