xD!!!

Holy shit... holyshitholyshitholyshitholyshitholyshitholyshitholyshitholyshitholyshitholyshit!

So I went to my friend's house at 8:00 PM to hang and play video games, but it was dark out, so I took a knife... yep. Pretty stupid. Anywhoo, at around 2:00 AM, I decided to leave, and so I did. But for whatever reason, there were a shitload of cop cars outside patrolling. I just walked on by, didn't pay attention, until one stopped me. It was all good, I told him I understood the curfew and etc., but then he asked if I had any weapons.

... oh, FUCK. Ohfuck ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck.

So I told the truth, and he took me home in his car, and my dad (surprisingly) didn't murder me with said weapon...

But, wow!

That's like... all I can say. >_<

I spent around 13 hours reading Breaking Dawn [fourth and final installment of the Twilight series] and want exactly 13 hours of my life back.

From the get-go, she leaves behind her 'slightest touch, biggest sensation' of writing and tries a more gothic, Stephen King-like approach. Brutalising the once likeable main character, she lets her fall into the emotional abyss of teen mutated pregnancy. Bella, whom is normally sensible [aside from dating her predator] becomes obsessed with her child. Sure, a good mother would naturally feel the way she does, but the way she ploughs on through it all is macabre; it is found to be much worse when upon the discovery of her conception Stephenie leaves us with a cliffhanger too cliffhanger-y to be anything less than indecent. Then after a long boring third of the book with Jacob Black who is left shallow of character due to his inconsistency of decision and erratic thoughts that aren't realistic, she depends her sense of macabre by mutilating Bella to the point she changes the way we see her - forever.

One of my favourite things about Stephenie's writing is the virgin state of mind Bella is in. All innocent and for once a break from an atypical teenage girl. But after sex, she becomes sexually needy to the point she's literally reduced to tears in Edward's arms! And oh, so un-Edward-like, he complies. Afterward, Bella's narrative does not lead to her witty comments and intricate descriptions of her opinions, thoughts and actions and sights. It goes straight from 'I entered the picturesque room of grand decor, a sigh escaping my lips as I ventured forth, Edward, my love, at my side' or whatever to 'I entered the room. It was big. It was pretty. Edward was with me. I loved him and stuff.'.

Another thing I liked was how Stephenie always left the possibility vampires were not magical, simply enhanced and refined human-like beings that could potentially be explained by science. The psychic themes all seemed somewhat believable, as far as THAT can go. Then she brings senseless mysticality in with elemental magicians and shock-producing peoples. A bit of a stretch?

Then there were the loose ends. The whole book seemed like the collection of Stephenie's half-finished events. Like with Alice, it seemed as if the author was incorporating a mysterious and thinking subplot with her cryptic messages, but it ended with anti-climactic fake ID's and stolen cash, which never was used, anyway.

One thing I wondered was why she incorporated the gothic and creepy works. Sure, it seemed to go hand-in-hand with vampires, but beforehand it was blatant that macabre and gross was not her style, yet there it was. My opinion? I think she was doing it to reach to a more adult audience; like her success had gotten to her head and she was greedy for more fans. It seemed that was the case with Johanna Rowling, as well, her descent into creep-dom was visible since volume 4 of the Harry Potter series.

Overall, the series ended on a sour note, leaving me with a bad taste in mouth and several harsh things flying from it all the while. Stephenie? No. Just... no.

Rock, dude.

It occured to me last night that rock as a genre of music is the most widespread and common music there ever was. Really, once you think about it, it's true. It applies to everyone.

So-called 'emos' and so-called 'reps' (ew, labels) both love it. Old and young people grow up with it. Men and women are fans of rockers. Rock can be lovely, it can be hateful, it can be offensive, it can have meaning.

...

In short, rock is likely the most profound music there is. I don't really see any other genres to which the above applies. And now that I hear this, I've gone on a rock binge and have been buying CD's like no tommorrow. >_<

On a different note: heart murmur. Due to aortic heartflow obstruction, the doctor said I have been diagnosed with heart murmur. I take pride in not being overweight, so I thought all was fine an dandy. But I'm not very active. >_< So the doctor said that it isn't just bodyweight that's troublesome; my diet is so high-salt / low fructose, low-iron and low-fiber that I have serial problems in the vein. Which makes me worried. Heart murmur (for anyone who doesn't know) is where a person due to serious or harmless conditions has developed a noticeably iiregular heart beat that can present respiratory or cardiac problems.

SO another thought hit me - I need to whip my ass into shape. I've quit meat and started running on step-mother-dearest's treadmill, about 10 km a day in a half-hour. My legs ache, but it feels good and I can already hear myself clearing up. =]

-feels like Lily Allen-

And I've been having other thoughts. I'm a bitch and proud~! =]

See, I've developed this thing where I no longer put up with shit, and those who shovel it for me shall hear of my distaste. Getting the bitch-ness of my chest is helping, too. I've had less regrets, less troubled thoughts and much more confidence. -thumbs up-

Perhaps this, too, came with the whole package... but I've had sudden fashion-related / hair-styling urges, as well as a morbid fandom of Will & Grace and Sex and the City.

Aha! So I am a flaming homosexual! 'Tis it. ^_^

That aside, I've had a lot of people saying I think / do / know / have too much for my age group.

...

You know...

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I think I agree.