" You listen to that crazy screamo shit."

I never really thought people would call it screamo because the type of metal I like , no one screams. They growl and squeal like a pig and sometimes , sing. Why anybody would call it screamo,  I don't know. What is screamo anyway? I'v only began to hear the term screamo when I entered the ninth grade which was a couple of years ago ( feels like a loooong time ago). Back then , I pretty much analyzed everything that was said regarding me and thats when i found screamo to be some type of emo rock or something of that nature. At first I was a bit offended because it seemed rude to put me in the same category as emo , but then I came to my senses and realized these kids have never even heard of a metal band. The only things they knew where stuff they haeard on pop radio stations that had an electric guitar and some wierd man singing at the top of his lungs. I will never again look so deeply into something the wierd children at my school say to me. After all , screamo or no , is it any of your damn business what I listen to?

Random things.

If anyone will ever read this blog , I want to let you know that I post things at random and sometimes very slowly. I like to have ideas and let them grow before I write!

DREADLOCKS

I cannot wait to start my dreadlocks over again! I took a bit of time off to go back to my old hairstyle which was made up of synthetic hair that was tightly coiled like dreadlocks. I was so sad when i combed my baby beginner dreads out. I wanted so bad to keep them but I was being lazy and plus I had a lot of BS from school on my plate at the moment. Now as things calm back down and my hair keeps growing , I want to dreadlock my hair. In about another two years or so (when my hair is longer) ,  I will try to commit myself to dreadlocks. I really want them but the small ones where getting on my nerves ( I loved them anyway) because I kept playing with them. *Sigh*...... I want dreadlocks.

Sixteen

I remember being a little kid. Back in the day it was cool. I could 'get sick' all I wanted and eat homemade chicken and vegtable soup all day. I could play TheSims on playstation and computer and actually enjoyed it. The days when life wasn't so demanding and the world seemed to be at peace ( although we all knew better). Cartoons didn't sucks as much as they do now and it was all about Trance and a little metal.....

Now , the life of a teenage highschool student sucks so much. All this demanding work and so little time. There is no such thing as happiness and imagination for some people my age , we simply don't have time. All these choices to make and projects to get done. So little time to just take a moment and reflect on the day and say , this is what I enjoyed......

Those little moments don't seem to exist anymore. I mean, people say we are still children but they treat us like adults! You do this and have it done by this time! You have to learn this today!! Do this , do that , don't fail , don't make mistakes and don't cry expect to be forgiven when you do . Right now, life is like some dead end job where you do the same old shit , every single day and there is no outlet. Not one.

" It's called life. It's the real world." My world isn't going to be like this. My world is going to allow me to have a proper vacation and allow me to rest. Do people ever think about what constant work does to them? It's like you can't shut down.

Seven or eight hours a day is pure hell. Only a few minutes to get to class . No time to eat. Nothing. It's pitiful. More than five classes a day and you better learn all you can despite the shit you already have on your plate.....

We , as teens , need an education to ensure that we actually become something that dosen't make your parents ashamed of you.

You don't want to be a whore , a beggar , a thief.

But then again , you don't want to be a stressed out work-aholic with no life.

Although , those seem like the only two choices.

Go to school , do what you are told, believe what they teach you , try to understand what the instructor is talking about.

-OR-

Be some woman who walks up the streets by day , begging for coins to get some coffe or drugged out somewhere because of psycological reasons regarding your failure at life.


Or you can just choose your own path and do things one step at a time regardless of what someone has to say about you. Perfection dosen't always equate to happiness