I wish I had a better style, so I was all fancy like.

Also, it makes me angry when people say Marylin Manson started Goth. Considering he's a glam rocker, it doesn't make much sense.
Everyone knows that the goth bands are:

Joy Division
Bauhaus
The Cure
Siouxsie Sue and the Banshees(who I've never listened to, but just might)

I'm awkward. No, seriously, I'm always out of place. Why do I feel this way? Am I thinking too much?

Have I ever been cool, or am I just that kid that is always in the background? Why do I suck so much?

Seriously, I want some answers. Do I ever fit in? Have you ever thought, "he's cool" or were you just humoring me?

The height of irony and hypocrisy! Censorship on LJ? By one who is suing about censorship? For shame ( Read more... )

An old man sits across from me in a dingy bar on the bad side of town, the kind of place where the devil himself would feel uncomfortable, and even fools fear to tread. Its dark, I am cold, and just a little drunk on cheap brandy. I don't know why this old fool sat down at my table, and I'd just assume kill him then listen to what he starts to say ( Read more... )

Have you seen that, "This is what I support, open to find out." Facebook group? It's some basic conservative rhetoric that I'd like to pick apart.

( If you want, it won't take long. )

Not enough people update. I miss how I could get like 5 different people commenting on entries.

I only say this because I just read through like 200 back entries. I can be funny sometimes, huh?

Resolutions:

Study More and Better
Get A's in all classes I am able to
Do good on finals
Get out more
Exercise

When I could be working or developing socially/physically/mentally, I...

Play videogames
Look at /b/
Research angels/demons
youtube
read dimestore fiction
lay around
sleep
write songs
hate myself for all of the above

Repeat.

The streets are empty this night, as they frequently are, no bustling metropolis, no action, no life. A light fog spreads over the wet city streets as I pull myself from the fluorescent lighting of Bronson Lounge. I am alone ( Read more... )

For a few weeks now, I've had a protective glyph affixed to my door. I return today to find it burned, and a demonic seal of Astaroth placed underneath it.

Of course it was Evan. Witty bastard.