If you must burn something, burn everything.

You know, I opened up the blogger window with the intent of posting something rather long, and at least somewhat intelligent, but upon opening the window, I've become entirely braindead.

Nice timing brain.

A shocking thing has occured: I've just developed a loathing of music. Not just for my over listened to CDs, but of all of it. Music has never been one of my talents, and all of the sudden today it's been just "To hell with it all." Nearly blasphemous given the near religous fervor my Dad has for it.

I do hope this isn't permanent. After all, depressing music adds so much to one's dark corner.

But moving on from this rather unusual and somewhat bleak topic....

I saw Constantine last night. A pretty good movie in general, though it didn't quite live up to the hype it's commercials lead one to believe. Still, one such as myself can appreciate such harsh portrayals of Hell. (Now would be the time I burst into a fit of manical laughter before resuming apathy...MUAHAHAHAHA...)

It was kind of funny...I almost never go out and the decision to go was astoundingly random. It went pretty much:

*sitting in car on the way to the grocery store:

Me and She Beast: ...................................................

She Beast: Let's go see Constantine tonight.

Me: .........*blinks at the thought of venturing from the house* Cool.

I suppose there really isn't a need for a recap of that, but hey, why not?

So that's pretty much all that's worthy of even remote note. I could recap today, but that would be ridiculously boring for me, and I'm sure for whoever may read this. Meh.

Reality bleeds into darkness and the screams just melt away....

Went upstate to visit my extended family for four days (unwillingly I should add).

Complete, and utter Hell.

I suppose saying that I hate my extended family would be a bit of an understatement. Heh. The sheer magnatude of awkwardness and loathing both ways is a true test of one's ability to keep an apathetic face. Of course, I admit, I did make it worse-I refuse to change my personal style for anyone.

Which means that I will not renounce chains for girly clothes and colors. (Excuse me while I repress the urge to twitch in horror at the mere though). It is only a lack of will that people change themselves to please others-even when the viewpoint of the others is clearly wrong.

My extended family happens to be some of the most racist, bigoted, and prejudiced people that exist. Upon arrivial I recieved a lecture on how on morally wrong it is for a girl to wear dark clothes and heaven forbid, pants.

The sadist in me practically squeals with delight at the reaction I would have gotten had I mentioned I'm aithiest (yes, I spelt that wrong.....meh..). MUAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAA.

Anyway, I've nearly had to recover from the whole ordeal. My usual dark mood is at nearly psychotic levels.

She-Beast, hail me. Only for your pleading benefit was my company present.

That's not really the whole story, but frankly, this blog doesn't need to be defiled with the extended version. (Besides, I don't have nearly the ambition required for such a task).

Heh. Whatever energy I had left just ditched me. Dammit. I'll just be off brooding in the shadows about the injustices of everything. But don't worry (or worry, I don't care either way....heh) I'll post something a little less on the complain-about-the-downside-of-darkness-and-having-living-family side next time.

Give me a label and I'll burn your house down with it.

Today I've seen so many overgeneralized goth references, it's obscene.

I was browsing through some forums and saw a lot of posts of supposed "goths" talking about how they aren't different from anyone else (aside from how they dress), and are practically heartbroken that people hate them.

Posers, all of them.

Rather harsh, I admit, but the last few days it seems I've heard nothing about the "goth" culture. The school newspaper today included a letter by another supposed goth "protesting" the article I mentioned awhile ago. A seemingly noble idea, had she not echoed the article. "I've talked to a few goths, and they're the same as everyone else, personality-wise."

Erm...sure.

It's one of my pet peeves, I must admit. As one who has been labeled as one, (I much prefer dark person..."goth" is nearly offensive to me now), it's annoying to have people assume that I am trying to get attention with my appearance. I should mention, that I am not, merely excercising my personal tastes.

But that really wasn't the point, was it?

The point: It's the posers that ruin it all for everyone. One secure in their choice of lifestyle learns to accept that which comes with it, be it misconceptions, taunts, and overgeneralizations. I am not ranting because I want people to stop misunderstanding me, and grouping me in with other people, rather because I want those who dare to call themselves "goth" to stop complaining.

Welcome to the real world. Great, isn't it? Heh.

It's fun to throw broken glass at unsuspecting idiots....

Valentine's Day is tomorrow.

It's one of those holidays that makes me recoil into my dark shadow and glare scornfully out at people idiotic enough to quite literally, buy into the so called "holiday". It was of course, just a marketing ploy to get American consumers to spend their money.

Suckers.

I had to laugh the other day though. A few of the more...extensive..morons thought the day was "Valentimes" day. They're in high school and they haven't yet figured out what it was really called?

Heh. Aside from the Day of Happy Hell, but that name isn't quite as popular as I'd like it to be.

So there you have it, a Valentine's day rant that may perhaps be short, but most definetly to the scorning point. Marvel.

When lining those ducks up in a row....make sure you have the shotgun ready.

Coke is my friend. All hail the glory that is my Coke. Why?

Because it happens to be the greatest soda ever created.

Heh. Of course, that should be common knowledge to everyone, but for those Pepsi lovers out there (excuse me while I scoff drammatically), I felt a bit of enlightenment was needed.

The She-Beast hath invaded my lair to hibernate while The Beast snores loudly in his cave. It's a good thing she picked today, and not tomorrow, because I planned on sterilizing everything.

Yes, I'm one of those people.

Actually, I don't mind a little clutter, just as long as it isn't dirty. Or be anyone else's clutter. Meheheheheheheheheheh. But to get to the point of mentioning that, now I can't watch TV. Well, I suppose if I was feeling overly "rebellious" I could just tell her to get out or just watch it there anyway. Somehow I don't that would go over particularly well though. And as The Bastardly Parental Units weild the Power of Thine Internet.....

Obey the Dark One shall.

Hmmm....I don't know if it's just me, but this blog post seems really....not metaphorical..just loaded with my strange names for things (like Bastardly Parental Units). Meh. It's a glimpse into my horrific little dark world. I'm sure anyone reading this can decipher most of it.

And if not: find yourself a new brain.

That's it for this strange little blog post. My week has been entirely boring and mediocre, and completely not worth wasting the energy of blogging about.

Just be prepared tomorrow for my little rant on my loathing of Valentines Day......blech.

If beauty is in the eye of the beholder, than what about those who are blind?

If there's one thing I hate, it's a moron.

Funny how they seem to be everywhere.

Was moving things out of the chainsaw shop (I swear, the guy from Texas Chainsaw Massacre would have shit his pants if he saw it) to a different building since we're going to torch it next week, along with one of the other buildings. The guy who was going to burn the buildings stopped by. Now, we're burning down the other building first, (not the chainsaw shop) and at the time, I didnt' know that.

Apparently, neither did he.

He barged right in, looking at the place. I asked if he wanted me to get my Dad as he is the one handling that particular project. That was a no. I asked if he was sure this was the building he was supposed to do first. That was a vague yes. (More like a quite mumble of a ermhmm). I then asked for his name. Entirely ignored. He left, and will now come back in a few days with the idea for what he is doing completely wrong.

Nice job, moron. Should have listened to me.

But at least I'll get to watch something burn. It's been far too long since the pyromaniac in me got to sit through a good flame. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...

If only it was me who was getting to play Legal Arsonist......

If you want a glimpse of Hell these days, you needn't even look out the window.

I swear, something is determined to kill me this week.

Yesterday at school, I had one of the worst migranes of my entire existance. The kind where I stumble though the hallways trying in vain to remember what my name is. It also happened to be the one day where we had a firedrill.

Guess who got stuck in a mass cluster of students right next to the fire alarm. Heh. So helpful.

Of course then I had gym class. We played baseball and while running to third base, some idiot tripped me. Slammed my head into the ground twice (Heh...I rolled. Admittedly it would have been funny were it someone else), though I suavely managed to smoothly stand up. To give you an idea of how hard I landed, I have an imprint of my gym pants torn into my leg. Heheheh. And when I came home The Bastardly Parental Units informed me that they were pretty sure I had a concussion.

Oh, and there's more.

Some ice I had in my soda that evening had something wrong with it. Literally chemically reacted with my soda...only I didn't realize it until a couple gulps into it. Single handedly the NASTIEST soda experience of my entire existance.

And still, there's more....(I feel like I'm on the Price is Right advertising prizes...heheh)

Today, I nearly got my leg ripped apart when The Brat dropped a metal table we were carrying. I didn't think the edges would have been that sharp, but it ripped through the bottom of my pant leg like nothing. Nice.

Also managed to get accidently smacked in the face when The Brat was attempting to throw a metal disc thing (dunno what it was actually...) into a pile we had set up. Knocked me flat on my ass.

There is no one who has sworn like I have sworm.

As you should see, I'm cursed this week. Just thought I'd mention that.

Pathetically, that's actually the only noteworthy thing that's happened as of late. I scarcely even remember anything else that happened. Oh, I one thing....

Star Trek: Enterprise got cancelled.

It's the end to a truly great saga in science ficton. Even managed to rank equally with Voyager And I shudder to think of when the experation label on Andromeda will surface. (That's probably my favorite show at the moment).

So there you have it, my rather violent week in one overly condensed blog post. I may remember more about it later...heh...blame the concussion...If I do, rest assured I'll waste your time and mine, posting it.

ATTENTION: Soda cans may NOT be used for lightning rods....unless it's for Pepsi. *cringe*

And once again I've slacked in my blogging. The addiction remains, but my brain has taken leave of me lately. This is what happens when you try to pay remote attention in college bound classes.

Especially when you aren't in fact, going to college.

A writing assessment took place at our school today. The topic: Name three qualities you like a friend to possess. It made for a rather unnecessary amount of conversation throughout the hallways and classrooms in nearly mandatory reproach. I must say though, the creative ways people mocked the whole thing suprised even me. Here are a few examples I managed to hear about:

1.) Someone wrote an essay sarcastically referring to another teacher. Like, "I would like my friend to teach the History of Aisa and Russia, and have Morda as a first name:. Not especially hilarious, but amusing enough.
2.) They would like they're friend to be able to excerise personal hygine while making it a point to dress like Napolean. (Ookay then..)
3.) Violent...violent qualities that would make any sadist squeal with hideous amusement.
4.) This is my favorite one...someone wrote their essay with normal qualities, and adequate length only.....She wrote it in Spanish. (I nearly laughed my ass off hearing that)

I myself wrote about being entirely anti-social and how it would have to be a cold day in a certain place that burns that I would actually look for a friend. Heheeheh.

On a completely different note, I've rearranged the entire set up of my computer. The Cats From Hell nearly ripped the cords apart, so I put the modem up on the desk (the She-Beast quite stupidly put it on the floor). As such, the main speaker had to go on the left side instead of the right. Nearly gave me a migrane trying to get used to it.

Of course, it looked quite well to the Bastardly Parental Units. As of late, I've been rather lazy. I'm supposed to be packing things up for the move. Frankly, I'm not getting in the Almighty Boxes Abound mood until the deal is signed and sealed. Only vague acknowledgement of the probability of it all sticks in my mind.

Meh.

I'd sit here and brood more darkly about something, but in case you haven't noticed, all my thoughts are of exceeding dullness as of late. That's what happens when you think to much...you get sick of your own mind. A hell in and of itself. Whatever. I'm sure the dark cloud over my head will bid me to blog about something interesting someday....