the new my chemical romance cd came out two days ago! i was one of those geeks that pre-ordered it and got the soecial addition thing. let me tell ya, that cd is the shiznit foshizzle, yo. it rocks, literally. my favorite song is called teenagers, it goes:
they're gonna clean up your looks
with all the lies in the books
to make a citizen out of you.
because they sleep with a gun
and keep an eye on you, son
so they can watch all the things you do
because the drugs never work
they're gonna give you a smirk
'cause thery got methods of keepin' you clean
they're gonna rip off you head,
your aspirations to shreds
another cog in the murder machine
they said all
teenagers scare the living shit outta me
they could care less
as long as someone'll bleed
so darken your clothes or strike a violent pose
maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me
the boys and girls in the clique
the aweful names that they stick
you're never gonna fit in, much, kid
but if you're troubled and hurt
what you got under your shirt
will make them pay for the things that they did.
[chorus]
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Oh by the way, I came home from Finland on the 22nd of April. When we got back to the airport, we found out that one of my friend's dad's bags was lost. The bad part was that my video camera was in that bag, as well as tapes of Finland, Christmas, and friends. Needless to say, I was horrified. But they eventualy found the bag. It's a good thing, too, because I was about to kill someone down at the airport (joking! joking! I wouldn't do that. Just making a point).
Oh, and I have discovered my purpose in life: to be a writer. Here's a clip of a story I'm writing!
Secrets + Friendship = You and Me
~7th Grade: Erik's Point of View~
It had been the beginning of 7th grade, and once again, I was alone. I suppose it's partly my fault, but mostly, it's everyone else's fault. They teased me until even the calmest person alive would've snapped and gone around, breaking random fingers. So, really, I was exercising the best self-restraint I have ever seen. Still, they must've known what was coming, so I really don't know why they acted so supprised. We were in 5th grade, my first year at Saint Peter's Day school. They thought the fact that I had purple eyes was the funniest thing ever, and they teased me unmercifully. So, one day, I snapped and punched the person who was teasing me that day, Chad, in the face. Ah, it was the greatest revenge on that little snotball.
After that, though, I just isolated myself from everyone because I didn't want to deal with them. I also started wearing a lot of black. My hair was naturally black, so there was no need to dye it, but i got black shirts and pants, and started shopping at Hot Topic. Though I'm not goth. I'm not emo, either, but my style is. I mean, I'm not depressed; just outrageously angry.
Saint Peter's, as one could tell from the title, was a prvate school, though we did not have to wear uniforms, thank God. The school went from K-8, middle school starting at fifth grade. The school was actually a very good one. Great academics; we took biology in eighth grade when people in public high schools were taking it in tenth. Though I liked the actual school, I hated my "peers". They were snotty and rude and stuck-up. The school is also a very small one. It has a total of 200-something students, and 40 kids were in the my graduating class. I hated them all with a passion.
Except for one, whom I met in 7th grade. She was the only one who was ever nice to me. I first saw her at the beginning of the first school day. She was dressed similar to me -all in black- and I tried to get over to her to talk to her, but before I had a chance, we were swept into the multi-purpose room for the beginning-of-the-school-year-isn't-it-wonderful assembly. The multi-purpose room has a stage on one side, and a basketball court on the other. Multi-puposeful. Unfortunately, I was seated in a place where I couldn't see her at all- and I didn't dare look behind me, for fear of being chastised by the strict teachers.
I tried to pay attention to the assembly, I really did. Yet around the third time you've heard it, it gets boring. It especially gets boring since the beginning-of-the-school-year assembly is always, always two hours. I eventually just zoned out, trying to think of ways to survive this year. After a while I felt eyes staring at the back of my head. I didn't turn around, for fear of the teachers, but I felt it throughout the rest of the assembly. It made me terribly uncomfortable.
By the end of that assembly, it was time for lunch already. We all went to the back of the school (lunch was held outside on picnic benches) and sat down at the various tables. I sat down at an abandoned table, all alone, as usual. I took all the contents of my lunchbox and set them in order by how I was going to eat them. Hey, I never said I was normal. I took my sandwich out of its little plastic baggie. It was halfway to my mouth when the I saw earlier sat down across from me. The sandwich froze in midair, my mouth still open in supprise. I hadn't got a good look at her this morning, but now that I was looking at her, she was quite pretty. Her brown hair was down to her waist, and she had bangs. Thick, black eyeliner circled her astonishingly bright green eyes.
We stared at each other for what seemed to me to be forever, until she finally broke the silence. "Wow," she said, "you have awesome eyes." Awesome. That was a description I certainly wasn't used to. "Purple, huh? Wow, I've only seen that sort of thing in anime." she then laughed, a really pretty laugh, but not at me. I was suddenly aware that my mouth was hanging open. I quickly took a bite of my sandwich. "You're Erik Treefire, right?" she asked. I nodded slowly. "I'm Cassandra Toro. We're in the same class!" still chewing, I raised an eyebrow. I wondered how she could know we were in the same class, since we haven't been to class yet. "I read our class list that was sent home over the summer." she answered my unasked question. I swallowed and laughed-sort of. "Ha, that's funny." I said, still chuckling. "What's funny?' she asked, tilting her head. "Well, it's just that I was wondering how you knew what class we were in, and then you sort of answered it, though I didn't actually ask anything."I said. She had a sort of worried look on her face, but then relaxed. "You're right," she agreed, "that is funny."
"Hey, you know what else?" she asked. I ed my head. "You have an awesome voice. It seems as though you could sing. Do you?" I made a face and shook my head. "My parents have been trying to get me to go to voice lessons, but I don't like to sing." She made an 'o' shape with her mouth.
Over the next 45 minutes, she slowly prompted me to talk more and more. She also showed me what mangas were ( a Japanese comic book) and I introduced her to American comics: in the form of House of M. At the very end of lunch, I worked up some courage and walked next to her. "Hey Cassandra-" "Call me Cassie." she told me. "Okay, Cassie-do you want to be friends?" She flashed a wide grin and linked her arm with mine. "Of course! Now..." she paused dramatically, "on to art class!" I laughed.
It turned out that both our favorite classes were art and English. We loved our art teacher; she was really talented and funny, she taught with...pizazz, I suppose you could call it. We got in before anyone else was there; they were all tallking outside or at their lockers. I guess they all hated art...little weirdos. When everyone else finally got into the room- driven in by the yelling of teachers- the art teacher turned from her painting. "Hello once more, class. I certainly hope that this year will be pleasent. If you do not give me the courtesy I show you, I will throw you out and send you to the principal. Not the middle school head, but the principal. I see several shocked looks on your face. Get over it. This is seventh grade, you people can surely shut your mouths, can't you?" The class was silent, and Cassie and I turned to each other and grinned. We liked this teacher.
"Alright! since the class is silent, I asume it is okay for me to procede with today's lesson. Now, choose a partner." Cassie immediatly grabbed me, as though I was a life preserver. "Um, Cassie?" I asked. She looked at me. "Yes?" "You're kind of squishing the life out of me." "Oh, I know. I just want to establish that I'm your friend, and none of these other losers can be my friend." "Okay, and that's awesome and everything, but can you do it so that you're not killing me in the process?" As I said this, her eyes gleamed mischeviously. "Okay, if that's what you suggest...heh heh heh..." Uh-oh, I thought. What was she going to do...? She suddenly stood up and said really loud, "Attention everyone!" Everyone turned to look at her. "Thank you. I just wanted to establish that Erik here is my new best friend, and if you hurt him," she slammed her fist on the table, "I will kick your 'till you don't have none left. Ya read me?" she said sort of gangster-like. Everyone stared at her in shock, even me, except the teacher. Before everyone had got in the classroom, we had got to talking to the teacher, and we quickly became her favorites. So that was why after Cassie's little outburst, the teacher said, "Alright, Cassie. I'm glad you've found a friend so quickly." Cassie smiled, then sat down. I was so glad I had her for a friend.
The class assignment for the day was to draw our partners. I loved to draw, and Cassie was very pretty, so I was excited about this assignment. We turned towards each other, and began to draw. After an hour, we had to put our drawings on little stands so everyone could see them. I thought this was stupid, because some people don't like their work to be shown. Such as me. But I put my work up, and Cassie put her work up next to mine. My drawing was just her, but I finished early, so I added some dramatic shading, and colored the backround dark blue on the outside, fainter blue on the inside, and white around her. I looked at her drawing, and was shocked.
She was extrememly talented at drawing. She had drawn me, but with another guy in the picture, whom she labled "Gerard Way". The picture of me was on the left side of the picture, and 'Gerard Way' was on the right side, and we were separated by a thin line, which the other guy and my self were leaning against. He actually looked kind of like me, except he had longer hair and hazel eyes. It was like a line of almost reflection. I turned to Cassie and asked, "Who is Gerard Way, and why are you comparing him to me?" She looked at me like I was crazy. "What, are you insane?" Ha, I was right. "Gerard Way is the most awesomest singer in the history of the Universe! How can you not know who he is?!" Her voice went higher with every word; my eyes, I'm sure, went big as saucers. "I'm sorry! I don't really pay attention to popular culture!" "He's not in 'pop' culture! He's hardly known!" "Okay! okay! What band is he in?" "The most awesomest band in the world, My Chemical Romance."
That threw me. "Dude!" I exclaimed, "He's the lead singer? I was trying to find out forever who that was!" Now it was her turn to exclaim, "Dude! You know My Chemical Romance?" "Yeah! My parents were kind of worried that I wasn't really 'hip' to pop culture, so they took me to a concert of a local band when we lived in New jersey. The band was MCR. There were only about 60 kids there, I think it was their first show, but they rocked out loud."
Cassie was about to reply when someone coughed. We looked around and everyone was staring at us. "What?" asked Cassie, rather rudely. "Well," began the teacher, "I was about to give construtive criticism to each of you concerning all of your drawings. We were just waiting for you two to finish your conversation." There was a snicker. Cassie paid no attention to the scoffing at us, but sat down and said, "All right. We are both truely sorry for interrupting the class. We shan't do it again." Only I caught the faint sarcasm. I went and sat down next to her, and the teacher singled out the other students and analyzed their pictures within an inch of their lives. While she was doing that, I whispered to Cassie, "Now that wasn't very nice." She turned to me, with an air of surprise. "I can't believe you caught my sarcasm. Nobody ever does. It gets really boring sometimes." I grinned.
There'll be more. I'm working on the story still, so it'll be a while before I post another segment of the story.
Oh, and I have discovered my purpose in life: to be a writer. Here's a clip of a story I'm writing!
Secrets + Friendship = You and Me
~7th Grade: Erik's Point of View~
It had been the beginning of 7th grade, and once again, I was alone. I suppose it's partly my fault, but mostly, it's everyone else's fault. They teased me until even the calmest person alive would've snapped and gone around, breaking random fingers. So, really, I was exercising the best self-restraint I have ever seen. Still, they must've known what was coming, so I really don't know why they acted so supprised. We were in 5th grade, my first year at Saint Peter's Day school. They thought the fact that I had purple eyes was the funniest thing ever, and they teased me unmercifully. So, one day, I snapped and punched the person who was teasing me that day, Chad, in the face. Ah, it was the greatest revenge on that little snotball.
After that, though, I just isolated myself from everyone because I didn't want to deal with them. I also started wearing a lot of black. My hair was naturally black, so there was no need to dye it, but i got black shirts and pants, and started shopping at Hot Topic. Though I'm not goth. I'm not emo, either, but my style is. I mean, I'm not depressed; just outrageously angry.
Saint Peter's, as one could tell from the title, was a prvate school, though we did not have to wear uniforms, thank God. The school went from K-8, middle school starting at fifth grade. The school was actually a very good one. Great academics; we took biology in eighth grade when people in public high schools were taking it in tenth. Though I liked the actual school, I hated my "peers". They were snotty and rude and stuck-up. The school is also a very small one. It has a total of 200-something students, and 40 kids were in the my graduating class. I hated them all with a passion.
Except for one, whom I met in 7th grade. She was the only one who was ever nice to me. I first saw her at the beginning of the first school day. She was dressed similar to me -all in black- and I tried to get over to her to talk to her, but before I had a chance, we were swept into the multi-purpose room for the beginning-of-the-school-year-isn't-it-wonderful assembly. The multi-purpose room has a stage on one side, and a basketball court on the other. Multi-puposeful. Unfortunately, I was seated in a place where I couldn't see her at all- and I didn't dare look behind me, for fear of being chastised by the strict teachers.
I tried to pay attention to the assembly, I really did. Yet around the third time you've heard it, it gets boring. It especially gets boring since the beginning-of-the-school-year assembly is always, always two hours. I eventually just zoned out, trying to think of ways to survive this year. After a while I felt eyes staring at the back of my head. I didn't turn around, for fear of the teachers, but I felt it throughout the rest of the assembly. It made me terribly uncomfortable.
By the end of that assembly, it was time for lunch already. We all went to the back of the school (lunch was held outside on picnic benches) and sat down at the various tables. I sat down at an abandoned table, all alone, as usual. I took all the contents of my lunchbox and set them in order by how I was going to eat them. Hey, I never said I was normal. I took my sandwich out of its little plastic baggie. It was halfway to my mouth when the I saw earlier sat down across from me. The sandwich froze in midair, my mouth still open in supprise. I hadn't got a good look at her this morning, but now that I was looking at her, she was quite pretty. Her brown hair was down to her waist, and she had bangs. Thick, black eyeliner circled her astonishingly bright green eyes.
We stared at each other for what seemed to me to be forever, until she finally broke the silence. "Wow," she said, "you have awesome eyes." Awesome. That was a description I certainly wasn't used to. "Purple, huh? Wow, I've only seen that sort of thing in anime." she then laughed, a really pretty laugh, but not at me. I was suddenly aware that my mouth was hanging open. I quickly took a bite of my sandwich. "You're Erik Treefire, right?" she asked. I nodded slowly. "I'm Cassandra Toro. We're in the same class!" still chewing, I raised an eyebrow. I wondered how she could know we were in the same class, since we haven't been to class yet. "I read our class list that was sent home over the summer." she answered my unasked question. I swallowed and laughed-sort of. "Ha, that's funny." I said, still chuckling. "What's funny?' she asked, tilting her head. "Well, it's just that I was wondering how you knew what class we were in, and then you sort of answered it, though I didn't actually ask anything."I said. She had a sort of worried look on her face, but then relaxed. "You're right," she agreed, "that is funny."
"Hey, you know what else?" she asked. I ed my head. "You have an awesome voice. It seems as though you could sing. Do you?" I made a face and shook my head. "My parents have been trying to get me to go to voice lessons, but I don't like to sing." She made an 'o' shape with her mouth.
Over the next 45 minutes, she slowly prompted me to talk more and more. She also showed me what mangas were ( a Japanese comic book) and I introduced her to American comics: in the form of House of M. At the very end of lunch, I worked up some courage and walked next to her. "Hey Cassandra-" "Call me Cassie." she told me. "Okay, Cassie-do you want to be friends?" She flashed a wide grin and linked her arm with mine. "Of course! Now..." she paused dramatically, "on to art class!" I laughed.
It turned out that both our favorite classes were art and English. We loved our art teacher; she was really talented and funny, she taught with...pizazz, I suppose you could call it. We got in before anyone else was there; they were all tallking outside or at their lockers. I guess they all hated art...little weirdos. When everyone else finally got into the room- driven in by the yelling of teachers- the art teacher turned from her painting. "Hello once more, class. I certainly hope that this year will be pleasent. If you do not give me the courtesy I show you, I will throw you out and send you to the principal. Not the middle school head, but the principal. I see several shocked looks on your face. Get over it. This is seventh grade, you people can surely shut your mouths, can't you?" The class was silent, and Cassie and I turned to each other and grinned. We liked this teacher.
"Alright! since the class is silent, I asume it is okay for me to procede with today's lesson. Now, choose a partner." Cassie immediatly grabbed me, as though I was a life preserver. "Um, Cassie?" I asked. She looked at me. "Yes?" "You're kind of squishing the life out of me." "Oh, I know. I just want to establish that I'm your friend, and none of these other losers can be my friend." "Okay, and that's awesome and everything, but can you do it so that you're not killing me in the process?" As I said this, her eyes gleamed mischeviously. "Okay, if that's what you suggest...heh heh heh..." Uh-oh, I thought. What was she going to do...? She suddenly stood up and said really loud, "Attention everyone!" Everyone turned to look at her. "Thank you. I just wanted to establish that Erik here is my new best friend, and if you hurt him," she slammed her fist on the table, "I will kick your 'till you don't have none left. Ya read me?" she said sort of gangster-like. Everyone stared at her in shock, even me, except the teacher. Before everyone had got in the classroom, we had got to talking to the teacher, and we quickly became her favorites. So that was why after Cassie's little outburst, the teacher said, "Alright, Cassie. I'm glad you've found a friend so quickly." Cassie smiled, then sat down. I was so glad I had her for a friend.
The class assignment for the day was to draw our partners. I loved to draw, and Cassie was very pretty, so I was excited about this assignment. We turned towards each other, and began to draw. After an hour, we had to put our drawings on little stands so everyone could see them. I thought this was stupid, because some people don't like their work to be shown. Such as me. But I put my work up, and Cassie put her work up next to mine. My drawing was just her, but I finished early, so I added some dramatic shading, and colored the backround dark blue on the outside, fainter blue on the inside, and white around her. I looked at her drawing, and was shocked.
She was extrememly talented at drawing. She had drawn me, but with another guy in the picture, whom she labled "Gerard Way". The picture of me was on the left side of the picture, and 'Gerard Way' was on the right side, and we were separated by a thin line, which the other guy and my self were leaning against. He actually looked kind of like me, except he had longer hair and hazel eyes. It was like a line of almost reflection. I turned to Cassie and asked, "Who is Gerard Way, and why are you comparing him to me?" She looked at me like I was crazy. "What, are you insane?" Ha, I was right. "Gerard Way is the most awesomest singer in the history of the Universe! How can you not know who he is?!" Her voice went higher with every word; my eyes, I'm sure, went big as saucers. "I'm sorry! I don't really pay attention to popular culture!" "He's not in 'pop' culture! He's hardly known!" "Okay! okay! What band is he in?" "The most awesomest band in the world, My Chemical Romance."
That threw me. "Dude!" I exclaimed, "He's the lead singer? I was trying to find out forever who that was!" Now it was her turn to exclaim, "Dude! You know My Chemical Romance?" "Yeah! My parents were kind of worried that I wasn't really 'hip' to pop culture, so they took me to a concert of a local band when we lived in New jersey. The band was MCR. There were only about 60 kids there, I think it was their first show, but they rocked out loud."
Cassie was about to reply when someone coughed. We looked around and everyone was staring at us. "What?" asked Cassie, rather rudely. "Well," began the teacher, "I was about to give construtive criticism to each of you concerning all of your drawings. We were just waiting for you two to finish your conversation." There was a snicker. Cassie paid no attention to the scoffing at us, but sat down and said, "All right. We are both truely sorry for interrupting the class. We shan't do it again." Only I caught the faint sarcasm. I went and sat down next to her, and the teacher singled out the other students and analyzed their pictures within an inch of their lives. While she was doing that, I whispered to Cassie, "Now that wasn't very nice." She turned to me, with an air of surprise. "I can't believe you caught my sarcasm. Nobody ever does. It gets really boring sometimes." I grinned.
There'll be more. I'm working on the story still, so it'll be a while before I post another segment of the story.
Friday, April 14, 2006
hey hey everybody
guess where i am.
no, seriously, guess, cause i think im lost.
dudes, pleasde, guess where i am!!!
oh, hahahahahahaha! you though i was serious, didnt you? oh you silly, silly people! im actually in finland right now! i know, spending my spring break near the artic circle.
oh yeah, party city yo. (how do you like my use of yo? isnt it ganster-ific? im straight-up ganster yo. peace up, a-town down.)
but seriously, its pretty fun here. everybody's really nice and they drink a lot and its really funny. being my 14-year-old self, i cant drink, but its funny watching other people get drunk, trust me. especially when they're in a good mood. heh. heh. heh. hi-larious.
so...yeah. im pretty depressed, coz i havent gottne any comments..........how do i know that anyone is reading this! im writing to blank cyberspace! waaahhhh!!!!
anyw00t, its like 11:48 here, so i need to get to bed. im getting up early tomorrow to go to Lapland (even nearer the artic circle). and that trip takes 3 hours, so we're leaving aroun 10:30 in the morning.
good night, empty cyberspace!
*moon-unit (my new nickname. dont ask)
guess where i am.
no, seriously, guess, cause i think im lost.
dudes, pleasde, guess where i am!!!
oh, hahahahahahaha! you though i was serious, didnt you? oh you silly, silly people! im actually in finland right now! i know, spending my spring break near the artic circle.
oh yeah, party city yo. (how do you like my use of yo? isnt it ganster-ific? im straight-up ganster yo. peace up, a-town down.)
but seriously, its pretty fun here. everybody's really nice and they drink a lot and its really funny. being my 14-year-old self, i cant drink, but its funny watching other people get drunk, trust me. especially when they're in a good mood. heh. heh. heh. hi-larious.
so...yeah. im pretty depressed, coz i havent gottne any comments..........how do i know that anyone is reading this! im writing to blank cyberspace! waaahhhh!!!!
anyw00t, its like 11:48 here, so i need to get to bed. im getting up early tomorrow to go to Lapland (even nearer the artic circle). and that trip takes 3 hours, so we're leaving aroun 10:30 in the morning.
good night, empty cyberspace!
*moon-unit (my new nickname. dont ask)
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