Goths

What are goths, exactly? Presumably they are different from emos and other assorted creatures of the night (not to be confused with ladies of the evening) because they bear a different title from their (presumably) cousins.
I guess emos are whinier whereas goths are-- no they're just as whiny.
Hmm. I guess goths are into CHAINS AND BATS while emos are into thin jeans and trendy box glasses.
One pretends to be a gay vampire while the other one is just gay--
And I don't mean that as a 9th grade insult, either. I mean literally homosexual.
Here we are.
I went to LiveJournal today because of what I can only describe as a portent. Today in biology, right before the test, the dumb girl proudly declares "I'm going to guess on all of the questions." So I knew it was the day of the dumb sorority girl. I was looking for a bubbly stupid girl but I found an emo girl instead. Fair enough, I guess.
First post is standard fare. Girl is angry her dad rifled through her room, no doubt looking for babies sacrificed to Baal Zebul.

2) I was being yelled at by a vegan.

I can honestly say that has never happened to me. I doubt many people could claim such a thing.

3) TESTS AND I CANT STUDY WHEN MY ROOM IS I

N THE STATE THAT IT IS.

Ha, ha, ha my desk is a constant torrent of space marines and I never seem to have a problem. I have an inspector gadget-looking fellow, an artillery piece and a giant pod as I type this. Never stopped me once.
SOUNDS LIKE EXCUSES.
Also "angry" has no "e" in it. I know anger does and the process of turning nouns into adjectives is a scary one, but try to follow along. You're a big girl now.
Kay, so I'm fucked.
I cant find the critical thinking textbook... I must have left it somewhere in the school... there goes that money.
Critical thinking textbook. I wonder if you can think critically about the critical thinking text book and pass the class immediately? WHY DO I HAVE TO READ THIS? THIS IS BULLSHIT I ALREADY KNOW WHAT'S IN IT FUCK YOU I'M NOT READING IT.
Instant A, right? What else could the book be about?
At least that's how I take critical thinking. Doubt anything anyone says until they can prove it isn't bullshit.
Works for me, anyway.

-stapers WILL INFACT STAPLE YOUR SKIN. and I have the wounds to prove it.

Of course they will. What are you, stupid? (rhetorical question) The stapler has no way of discerning paper from skin.
I know this fact first hand. I stapled my finger once. Then I turned seven.
Now there's a long, long post about how everyone is going to abandon you and you're going to die alone so you might as well love yourself.
Which seems paradoxically exactly what I'd expect her to say and not at all what I expected. The "dying alone" thing generally fits with the message of these people but the whole loving yourself thing sure doesn't.
Unless I read into "I cut myself today" differently than they do.

Maybe I'll have a smexy date by then.

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Okay.

I know, these essays are seemingly getting more frequent; but it’s because I’ve been getting far more aware of the stupidity in the world, and I feel it’s my duety to show what the hell is going wrong.

This has to be a case of the blind leading the deaf, doesn't it? As someone I talked to once so astutely put, "well it's just spelling and grammar it's not like the meaning of their message is altered by it." Yeah that is true to a degree (although one might argue poor grammar can change the meaning of a sentence wildly) I tend to be less trusting of a message where "duety" occurs than "duty". It's just part of being a grown up. You agree to society's rules when you benefit from it, and one of the societal rules is spelling.
So now that that's out of the way, let's see what her "duety" is.

Girls, girls, girls. The idiocy, and bad judgements behind your decisions never ceases to astound me.

Sounds like how all my essays start too. Although the idiocy of others has long since ceased astounding me and has moved directly from "worrisome" to "expected".

I get it; you think you’re being sexy by showing off more than half your body, you think your crush will notice you if you practically strip in front of them.

I don't know about any other man, but it'd work on me.

I guess you think that this “feeling sexy” portrays you as having self esteem, or something far different than you really are.

I don't think how one dresses shows or doesn't show self esteem. It may be an indication (an often strong one) but I never say "oh she dresses like a whore she must have no self esteem" because that's a leap of logic even I'd be unwilling to take.

Now, I’m not against short skirts- in fact I own a few; but I take precausions; I wear shorts underneath them, and I make sure when I bend over my ass, and vag are NOT SHOWING!

Quick lesson on semicolons. Contrary to what every English teacher will try to get you to believe (it's a lie out of mercy believe me) there aren't as many hardened rules to semicolons as you might think. Usually they bridge two connected thoughts where a comma (this is the important one) would be grammatically superfluous or downright incorrect, but where a full stop (period) wouldn't be appropriate.
Since most people don't even know how commas work they can't really discern when it feels "sort of inappropriate" so hence why most teachers tell you to just restructure the entire sentence to avoid them.
So to make a long lesson short, comma after few, period after precautions. Same idea, no dumbass punctuation.
It should go without saying but no sentence should ever require two semicolons.

In all honesty, I’m sick of hearing the phrase “grow up” as if I’m acting childish in someway, as if dressing the way I do, or thinking the way I do is childish. Dressing out of the norm, with piercings and tattoos, does not make one childish, nor does it make them ignorant.

This seems a little hypocritical in light of the previous post. Also oooOooOoOOOOOoooo how unique of you. Buying clothes from Hot Topic and fashionably ripped up jeans from Hollister (I don't actually know who shops at Hollister but I do know my friends and I made it a sport to try to get from one end to the other without asking if we needed help).

In the world, there are those who take life way too seriously, and feel as if they should act a certain way, or the world will crumble. They’re the people with middle-class jobs, the people who are worried about what others think, and the people that are generally so stressed that they could explode any minute.

Which is funny because you sound exactly like a privileged, middle-class white girl saying this.

What I’m saying is to think, that you’re only allotted a specific amount of time for living, so why not live it with no regrets.

Introspection is part of living I think most people would say, but sure go through life never thinking about anything. That's also fine.

You know that girl you’ve been crushing over for years, tell her, what’s the worst she can do? If she bruises your ego; you stand right back up and think that you’ve still got any amount of years to find your beloved. No regrets.

No I don't. Why don't you tell me? Also if she bruises my ego; superfluous semicolons.

Want to be different, stand out, re-make originality? I’ll be the first to congratulate you… As long as it’s not hurting you, or anyone else, sit back and enjoy yourself.

Oh I get it. Be unique and creative as long as it doesn't step on any toes, is that it? Well fuck you. You're just as phony as everyone else.

Just… don’t tell me to grow-up; because I’m trying to live my life with out regrets, because I’m not afraid to have fun, and because I don’t follow in the norm. Don’t try to explain that I’m childish, because I don’t have the same perspective as you. And don’t, try to prevent me from living my life, in a way that’s best suited for me.

Yeah well my way of being unique and creative is to make fun of the freak with the mohawk and washable marker all over her face so go fuck yourself. Also she actually listed those two things as examples. I wasn't just drawing weird things from nowhere.

A friend of mine died yesterday, morphine overdose [again, another reason for me to dislike drugs even more], he'd been doing morphine all weekend and just never woke up on monday... We called him Roo, and he was a great kid, stood up for me a lot... He was only seventeen...

Now there's a genuine person.

Well, most of you probably have figured out that I want to be a rock star, a singer. I want to be famous, to have millions of people screaming my name, to effect millions of people through my music. To evoke a change in people, in society.

Ha, ha, ha, ha what change in society do you want to evoke? What issue do you feel so strongly about? Or is this just self aggrandizement change?

But after that, I know I can't live my life normally. It's sounds insane, but I was meant for this. This is who I am, who I will be...who I must be. It's a new need, just to make life worth it. I ... will say yes.

Are you familiar with the term "self-fulfilling prophecy"?
That's it I think. I could go on (because she goes on) but this is getting boring.

A book? Posted on LiveJournal?

How preposterous!
This is Priscilla Shay's journal. It's always more personal for me when I know the person's name. You know, Priscilla, there's an adult bookstore near me called Priscilla's. Just thought I'd share, since you're a Priscilla in the book business as well.
So let's see how Priscilla twirls her pen (double entendre).
It starts, like all books do, with a dedication. Or, I guess, more properly, all books start with a title, but that's none of my business in this case.

I would like to dedicate this book to…

all my beloved Elements. I love you all and remember:

Void is nothing but everything all the same.
Air surrounds me.
Fire comforts me.
Metal keeps me strong.
Light leads my way.
Earth nurtures me.
Water sustains me.

I don't know what kind of fucked up alchemical theory she subscribes to, but I've never heard "light" mentioned as one of the elements. It's usually a cycle of four or five, usually water, fire, air and earth, occasionally void is thrown in there.

I would also like to thank Newman, Normango and Shakespeare.

(Welcome to the world of inside jokes. I am queen!)
Thank you to all you for being there for me and putting up with my insanity and uncertainty.

Love you all! Hope you like it…

I'd just dedicate a book to my mom and dad, but I'm not the great visionary you are, apparently.

I can already tell this book is going to be atrocious.

Prologue

March 10, 1814

What, opening with a letter? I'm going to have to check my calendar-- yes, it's 2008. You no longer have to pretend it's real life so the literary elite will be tricked into thinking it's not one of those new-fangled novellas. But whatever I'll roll with it.

British nobility, what a night to behold!

Considering it's 1814 I don't think you'd have to specify British nobility since it's probably implied that only a few people would be reading whatever it is you've posted, but all right.

According to Lady P, a certain Marquis left her quarters rather late in the night and heavily into his cups. But, apparently not too pissed to attend the annual King’s ball. Upon his arrival, the commotion began. What was a splendid night for dancing and charming became a ruckus. He arrived four hours late, and of course, not quietly.

I found the opening sentence ungainly. At first I was about to say "marquis aren't women" but then I realized "she" was the aforementioned "Lady P".

Bursting into the room, screaming at the top of his lungs, said Marquis made his way over to the guest of honor for the night. None other than Prinny. Prinny, a bit into his own cups, turned and welcomed the babbling Marquis. The second the honorable Marquis came in reach of the Prince Reagent, he shoved him to the ground. Treasonous, no? Grounds for hanging?

A marquis pushing a Reagent probably wouldn't be grounds for a hanging. I'm going to have to assume you knew this and the person writing this letter didn't. Seems odd someone with enough clout in the well-to-do circles to be printing such a piece of gossip wouldn't, but whatever.

Apparently not. As the Marquis tackled Prinny, a shot rang out. What may have sent England in search of a new leader turned out to be the embodiment of a national hero. Applause my lord, applause. (That is, if he remembers any of it in the morning.)

So this marquis pushes the prince (uhh, why?) but someone had the misfortune to attempt an assassination right then and missed because of it.
That's it. Well it's certainly not the worst thing I've ever read, but that's about all it has going for it. Utterly unimaginative. I can't tell the principle characters yet, but they seem cliched and hackneyed already. Already it's written in an assumed Victorian mode of speech with no real thought given to how Victorians actually wrote and spoke. I've read a number of Victorian stories, and none of them use the term "pissed". Doesn't mean they don't. It isn't my area of knowledge so for all I know outside what would admittedly be, at most, one hundred Victorian stories, they use it constantly.
So going earlier:

I'm going to post the prologue and Chapter One (open to everyone) on Friday night.

Guess chapter one is none of my business too.

Then I'll update every 5-7 days, posting it as private and only those on the selected buddy list will be able to view it. If there are late comers :) message me and I'll add you <3

Uhh... If I were a real dick, I'd make an account, get her to add me, then reproduce each chapter for a scathing review. I'll have to weigh the effort-potential pay off for this. Somehow I imagine this would be a bit only I'd be interested in.

I got to see one of my friends from high school who (who or whom??) I haven't seen in FOR-EV-ER!!!

If you're writing in the Victorian mode you're really going to have to get your basic grammar down. It's whom. Also it should be "hadn't seen in forever", not "haven't seen in forever". The sentence starts in the past tense and "haven't" is present tense, and your tense has to stay the same. Come on.
Now there's something written in font so small I can't even read it.

Yes, I transitioned here because i have more control over who reads what I write and who doesn't, but please bear with me as I add restrictions.

Huh. Not the mark of someone who is confident in their writing, I think. What happened is you posted this on, what was it-- fictionpress.com, but it was terrible and quite a few people told you so so now you're here where you can surround yourself with sycophants and people too stupid to know the difference.
Then she lists some rules to reading this story (yeah that's right, there are rules):

1) Please enjoy my stories.

2) Please do NOT steal my stories.

3) I appreciate constructive criticism and reviews.

4) If you have suggestions, please feel free to voice them.

5) I will be monitoring who reads my entries, so be aware I will be able to track you down.

6) Again...Enjoy :)

Rule 1 is completely unreasonable. How can I agree to something like that when I have no idea how I'll react? It might be the best thing I've ever read in which case no problem, but from what I have seen so far I doubt it.
Rule 2 is no problem. Most thieves only steal things of material or intrinsic value.
Rule 3 is a flat out fuck me lie. If you were looking for constructive criticism you wouldn't be blocking most of your potential readers.
Rule 4 is just stupid. You're writing a novel here. You should know where it's headed better than your readers. Unless you mean suggestions for wording in such, in which case this is rule 3 again.
Rule 5 is a threat. I'm not really sure what she's threatening, though. I guess if I spam her comments section she'll find me somehow (again, how?) and do something mean to me. But since she lists her location New York and I doubt she has the tools on LiveJournal (or the skill to use them if they are there) to figure out my location based on my IP address, I'll just have to take comfort in the fact I'm a considerable distance from her.
That's it. That's the entire blog. Apparently she just started.
So for the first time ever I'm asking for reader feedback. Do I pursue this invite route and make this a weekly bit? Or do I fuck the whole thing and go back to random acts of hostility towards people I don't know and will indeed never meet?
READ THIS: I had this entry in reserve for some reason. It's quite a few days old but I found it good enough to be released into the wild so enjoy your (slightly belated) entry.

Heh

So today we're dealing with a particularly creative individual in that she has a LiveJournal, a DeviantART account AND a Fiction Press account. She's a regular Renaissance man (woman, person, whatever).
The reason I picked this one out is mainly due to the title of the most recent entry:

I can't find my teacher in my pants

I had to get that in context, but after reading the entire entry I'm still not entirely sure that there is a context. I guess she wants to bone her teacher, which is a noble goal I guess.
Other than that one slightly Oedipal quest her life is fraught with such interesting problems as

So my dad was mean to me a few times this weekend.

and

My throat is scratchy.

Then I came to this one entry:

In my 3rd period class there is this one table of four people, three girls and one boy, and I love listening to their conversations. They just sit and talk about regular everyday life. They share their driving experiences, aspirations for college, etc...they don't gossip that much, and if they do, I don't think I've ever heard them put anyone down, which makes me happy.

So that's vaguely creepy but I'd be lying if I said I didn't do similar shit so whatever. Although I think our goals are different. She seems to be getting some kind of vicarious friendship from it, while I desire to understand people so well I can accurately predict what they're thinking. I guess she's looking to be a therapist and I'm looking to be some kind of sorcerer.

The only thing I sort of don't like about that table is one girl that sits there.

Why don't you like that girl?

She's blonde and OMFG she is GORGEOUS. Seriously, she is perfect. She's exactly my size, just as small and petite as me. She has lovely blonde hair and a beautiful face.

I guess my question at this point is "girl crush or jealousy?" She maintains jealousy.

The worst part is, she actually seems like a nice person. I have a love-hate view on her. Love because I think it's wonderful how she can be so utterly pretty and cute, yet not a total snob at the same time. And hate because it's unfair how mindblowingly beautiful she is. She doesn't even wear that much makeup. I swear I think she just might be the most beautiful girl at my school. If you wanted to go into Twilight vocabulary, she's definitely a "vampire".

So it'd be better for you somehow if she was a total cunt?
All right whatever works I guess. Also I'm willing to believe you have a bit of a girl crush on her-- why would you qualify it with "most beautiful" I would think if this was some kind of jealousy over beauty you'd just be angry that you're hideously deformed and she's one of the beautiful elect.
It must be so hard being ugly.
Also I don't know what this Twilight nonsense is because I don't read shitty dialog-driven books where nothing happens so I can't really comment on that.
If you want fiction for real men read The Witcher.

AOL is being very mean to me again and I can't see my mail.

Goddamn people still use AOL.

Lastly, my school is doing this reflections contest where you have to send in a piece of art that would make someone say "WOW!" Literature is a category, so I'm trying to do that.

I did that in high school. Took me half an hour to write and I was in our stupid school magazine over people who actually put effort into it. Ha, ha school is stupid. Or the people are stupid for putting effort into something that I banged out in an evening.

Still, if you don't mind searching through a bunch of rape images, that site is an excellent source for high quality scans.

Just taking sentences out of context at this point.

So...tomorrow is the 7th anniversary. As devastating as they can be, I find some strange fascination in events like that. I want to get the details and find out what happened, it interests me.

Of what?

So today, I was looking up some things on 9/11 and I started watching You Tube videos. I noticed that in the comments, people were getting into these weird arguments.

Maybe I've been living under a rock, but when did people start saying that 9/11 was a fake and that it was actually a conspiracy in the government? o___.

Oh that.
People have been doing that since the start where have you been? Everyone knows George Bush and the Martians planned it with the Illuminati and Adolph Hitler.

But...yeah it confuses me. I feel sort of stupid, it's been 7 years and I'm just now coming across this.

Yeah I can only imagine.

Being the naive 7 year old I was, I thought they were talking about a tornado.

So that makes you... Fourteen. A wise fourteen year old, as opposed to a naive seven year old.
In a lot of ways she reminds me of me when I was 14, though. Her grammar is better than most adults I've seen.
I'm sure she'll stray from the path of the sorcerer overlong and wind up a cutter or something, though.

(I'm not saying emo because I'm NOT emo)

Ever notice when someone says they're not something like that it usually sounds like they are? I'm not crazy, I'm not gay, I'm not emo, I'm not butthurt...
Her writings are major too long, didn't read and I'm one of those genuine mutants who liked The Iliad and The Odyssey, so I have a high tolerance to too long, didn't read shit.
I guess that's it, then.
Not my best entry ever but fuck it there almost wasn't an updated today because I was working on my new Techmarine with Thunderfire Cannon.