Parody

Recently, things in my life have been going well. As Far as know, the thing with the movie is still on, I’m doing well myself. Yesterday was a funny series of events. I was in a high all day. I’m not sure what it was because I don’t do drugs, but I was just in a giddy mood. I was high on life.

To start out, the sophomores in my art class acknowledged me a Holy Prophet. I later corrected them and told them that I was, “The corrupted Prophet of useless intuition.” (Because I sure as hell don’t deserve the title of Holy… If I make it to Heaven, they’ll probably put me in the ghetto. A rather funny thought, trying to picture Heaven having a Ghetto… What are the streets paved in? Copper?)

The reason I earned such title was because I saw the TV Propped up in the upper middle of the classroom and began squealing in partially sincere horror of what Art/educational movies are like. The sophomores were staring at my fetal body, and like cows going to a slaughter house, they were oblivious to the doom yet to come.

I told them, “Don’t you see? Don’t you GET IT?!? There is going to be some old lady working with metal and she’s going to be bending it, hammering it, all the while yammering monotonously about what she’s doing while the camera is fixed on her old, cracked hands. There will be no back round music, nothing interesting, and the final product is something that your GRANDMA wouldn’t get caught dead wearing!

You’ll feel like your brain is going to be sucked out of your eyes if you don’t drown in your own drool first. Ten minutes later, a verbatim scene is taking place on the screen. I had no previous knowledge, except that there was a TV in the class room. They started bowing to me, and saying, “Teach us oh holy one” (That’s when I told them that I was the Corrupted Prophet of useless intuition) Then, they started asking me if they should date a certain girl or if his mom knew about the nudie magazines under his bed, and so on.

We all got a good laugh out of that one. However, I did find my spontaneous prediction rather frightful. See, I like our sophomores this year. I wish my class was as fun as they are. My graduating class was so hung up on being cool and popular, you’d enjoy your life more if you were smothered in honey and thrown by trebuchet into a fire ant mound.

Then, to make a good day better, I went into culinary class, and I was on laundry duty today. I had my Mp3 player in my head on volume 14 or so, and I was singing and dancing to Incubus. Suddenly, as an intense metal song just stops at the end of the song, suddenly, I hear clapping coming from behind me, and there’s like twelve people smiling and clapping for me… Apparently I’m a pretty good dancer.

Later in the same class, I’m drawing a picture in my Black Book and suddenly, a girl spouts out, “Who’re they?” I was drawing a gothic couple and above them I drew in sleek, razor letters, “The Odder couple” I’m just glad it was one of my nicer pictures, because I have some crazy pictures in there. Mostly just writing, but I do draw some weird things. I’m really not that good of an artist so it looks like an eight-year-old drew them, which makes them even creepier.

I mean, I’m not the type to go prancing around saying, “Look at me, I’m a Psycho!” but anyone that read that book would want to put me away. The Black letters, for those of you who read them…they were a “Medium” Black Book. Black Book is Nuclear bar, glowing hot. Those letters were acid, and this blog is glitter and butterflies.

Something I’m thinking about doing for My next Black Book is just making it a picture Journal. No words, just my life and daily events all portrayed through artwork. I think it would be cool, (Not that anyone is ever going to see them anyway, but you know what I mean.) I only have about fifty pages left in my old one. WOW! Next book I buy will be my EIGHTH! I’ll have to post a picture of a Black Book.

So, today, I look forward to seeing that movie with Stephanie and whoever may show up. Something that’s odd, but okay is that her mom’s coming. It seems that this is her mom’s weekend and she wants to spend time because with her because she lives with her dad and they are divorced. Odd, but okay…

What was really ridiculous was my dad came in this morning and I don’t have school. I’m in my computer room, playing Dungeon Keeper and it’s like, seven in the morning and the first thing he says is, “Did you remember to change the cat Litter?” and then gives me a list of crap he wants me to do today. I told him I was going to a movie, so He’d probably would be lucky if I got a fourth of it done. I’m thinking, “Well good Fucking morning to you too…” And with that, he FINALLY left; but not until I paused my game and started acting like I was busy and miserable.

I swear, if you want to end a good party, send that man into the room. His presents alone will make your IQ drop by thirty. There’s only two people more annoying and repulsive as him. The first is my eighth grade Comm. Arts teacher, the second being our President. (And I assure you; that slot for second is a VERY close.) So, I’m not really sure what’s going to happen today. Probably not a lot, but it’s better than having to do Spanky’s bidding.

On a completely unrelated note, Jennifer hasn’t been to school for two full weeks now. Call me crazy for not hating her, but I am concerned. I wish there was something I could do for her, but she wouldn’t take my hand if I gave it to her on a silver platter. I do miss her, my Book. I really do. If she were there, she’d probably be a thorn in my eye, but she needs to do what’s best for her, and staying in school would help her immensely. I don’t care if she hates me; I want her to be successful and I can deal with being uncomfortable. Tis but a small Sacrifice. She wants out of here, and he isn’t the Key.
s, for those of you who read them…they were a “Medium” Black Book. Black Book is Nuclear bar, glowing hot. Those letters were acid, and this blog is glitter and butterflies.

Something I’m thinking about doing for My next Black Book is just making it a picture Journal. No words, just my life and daily events all portrayed through artwork. I think it would be cool, (Not that anyone is ever going to see them anyway, but you know what I mean.) I only have about fifty pages left in my old one. WOW! Next book I buy will be my EIGHTH! I’ll have to post a picture of a Black Book.

So, today, I look forward to seeing that movie with Stephanie and whoever may show up. Something that’s odd, but okay is that her mom’s coming. It seems that this is her mom’s weekend and she wants to spend time because with her because she lives with her dad and they are divorced. Odd, but okay…

What was really ridiculous was my dad came in this morning and I don’t have school. I’m in my computer room, playing Dungeon Keeper and it’s like, seven in the morning and the first thing he says is, “Did you remember to change the cat Litter?” and then gives me a list of crap he wants me to do today. I told him I was going to a movie, so He’d probably would be lucky if I got a fourth of it done. I’m thinking, “Well good Fucking morning to you too…” And with that, he FINALLY left; but not until I paused my game and started acting like I was busy and miserable.

I swear, if you want to end a good party, send that man into the room. His presents alone will make your IQ drop by thirty. There’s only two people more annoying and repulsive as him. The first is my eighth grade Comm. Arts teacher, the second being our President. (And I assure you; that slot for second is a VERY close.) So, I’m not really sure what’s going to happen today. Probably not a lot, but it’s better than having to do Spanky’s bidding.

On a completely unrelated note, Jennifer hasn’t been to school for two full weeks now. Call me crazy for not hating her, but I am concerned. I wish there was something I could do for her, but she wouldn’t take my hand if I gave it to her on a silver platter. I do miss her, my Book. I really do. If she were there, she’d probably be a thorn in my eye, but she needs to do what’s best for her, and staying in school would help her Emensly. I don’t care if she hates me; I want her to be successful and I can deal with being uncomfortable. Tis but a small Sacrifice. She wants out of here, and he isn’t the Key.

Okay, I know I told You That I planned on posting the Notes Exchanged between Stephanie and I, But I gave my note out to her, and I'd feel Rather awkward Asking for it back. Anyway, I did my little venture to try to get a girl to watch an afternoon movie, and surprisingly, everything went fine.

I Asked Christina, but she was going out of town for Easter. Then When I got home, I called my Friend Stephanie and She said yes. The only thing is, I'm not entirely sure if she's with someone or not. I mean, I just want to enjoy the movie and have a good time, but just the illusion would be good. Just the feeling and the circumstances of the situation would be good. The Feel, and dropping on theses spoils one her, and being as lavish as possible is like giving a gift to myself. (I'm a Leo; we get more amusement out of entertaining others than being entertained ourselves.)

I guess it may also be the Demetry Cadorn In me as well. Demetry is such a stud. He's rich, he's lonely, he's classy, but he sure as hell has his moments. He's Basically like that guy on the second Matrix that Neo had to kiss his wife. Only, he's less conceited, and snobbish. But he is the type that would say, “It's like wiping your Ass with silk.”

To give you an Idea how this guy and Demetry would react, if you took away EVERYONE'S weapons, and bodyguards, Demetry would say, “You and I would get along well, sir if you had more to your inner-workings than your money and power. You could give a shoemaker his weight in gold, and he indeed would become an Aristocrat, but becoming a gentleman is not something that could be learned, it must be experienced.”

(Now Demetry isn't exactly a “Gentleman” by TRUE definition, but he hides the actions in his personal life well enough that by all means, he appears to be. And even though he does have his dark sides, he does act in the best interest of the town, which happens to be his business, which happens to be a Monopoly. (Long story but read book.)
Stephanie is here now, So I'll sign off. I have more important matters at hand now. ^_^

Surprisingly, readers this post doesn't apply to me. It actually applies to a good friend of mine that actually has been mentioned In THE Black Book, AND the blog. Alas, I have known her since my eighth grade year. And she is blue now, and surprisingly, She has again opened a door of intimacy with me.

No, I'm not getting “lucky” Trust me, if I was about to hit pay dirt with a girl, you could see it coming from a mile away. Anyway, she's always been into the whole Band scene. Recently, things haven't been to well in my circle of friends. It all started when someone dated within the circle and quickly left them for basically a complete stranger, and every since then, mud's been flying and quite Frankly, I'm not too sure who still talks to me or not.

I'm thinking, “God guys, we didn't even do this in Middle school!” anyways, although relevant, to the situation, it has little to do with this post and the circumstances that I am about to speak of. Anyway, She and I used to discuss a lot of stuff, really personal and powerful things. It started when I first got out of witchcraft. All my closest friends I wanted to tell because it was a huge shift. It was like throwing a glowing hot iron into the Arctic Ocean. As such, so was this explosion of everything in my life.

With my ability to share this with her, she came to trust me, and ironically enough, she too had just recently given up the very practice that I did. We talked so much and later, I blew it with her. She asked me out and I explained the circumstances of that girl that I chased around for six years, and I… turned her down.

(I give my audience permission to lob things at me at this point) Anyway, since that point, we've been Friends, but nothing like what we were last year. Suddenly, she again hands me a note, and for very little apparent reason, again she seeks my counsel and help. The band thing hasn't been going well. She told me that when she was with A Show of Hands, (A local, but very brief but wildly popular amongst the Heavy Metal community in Joplin.) she's skilled; my friends are skilled; they're not some run of the mill garage band.

Everyone has found a New Band, A New Circle, except for my friend Stephanie. Me, as soon as bands were formed, I pretty much left the scene. I mean, I have no musical talent, I had a job, I had school; I really didn't have time for them. (As bad as that sounds) And every since A Show of Hands became big, I was out of the circle. Now, Stephanie finds herself drifting in Outer Space with me, and she's began to tell me of the pains of it.

She wrote me a letter, which will be posted by this afternoon, and I wrote a response, which will be posted as well. Not as soon, but as well. In her letter, she said, “I don't know if you know what it feels like, but it's like the one thing that matters most to you is the thing that always slips from your grasps, and meanwhile, you look around and everyone else has what you want except for you.” Need I say More? To say that I understand would be an understatement.

Upon reading this, I could have two reactions. I could rant and Rave about MY dreams that have gone down the toilet, or I could simply comfort her. I chose the latter, but I did let her know that I have no doubt of the pains of her emotion right now. I don't know what's going to happen, but I want to help my friend Stephanie. Every year I've known her, I always asked her out once. As you may recall, I did so this year with asking her to prom.

Dreams… how they often prove to be the worst of our scourges. But nobody can decide what they dream, but they still do. I was reading her letter and I heard a Jazz song By Diana Krall.

“And sometimes they would light it up, I ran my hands down silent keys, for secrets like these, and every since they turn up on my finger prints. I'm driving back across the bridge…Red lights are hitting the rear-view. And I ponder weather, blonde hair casts beads on black leather but since those days I've changed everything…

I walk back in right where I started… The Bar plays the sports news and drowns I only took what I needed I guess I should just change my address. I guess I should change my~~~~~ Dress”

Good song, I love Jazz! I can't wait to get her, her letter. I wonder what will happen. She has a guy to go to prom With. I told her about Azure Dreams and how I've written a whole album, but can't write music. Maybe I can make her Dreams come true, an maybe she'll give me one dance at the Prom.

“I know what it's like to have a dream Shatter in your hand. I would kiss your wounds and make them feel better, but every since we've known each other, you've done everything in your power to avoid me. But then one day you approached and Like a Fool I ran. I will always be here for you, and I will always be…your Friend”
~The Black Book~

So, How goes another Day for me? I'm doing well, Actually. I'll be doing better when I plug My Mp3 player into my head. Hold on for a Sec… Ahh~ Much Better!!! Life is so much more enjoyable with back round music. So, what's going on? I'm not really sure what to say about my person. The three Articles Dubbed “The Black Letters” by me were indeed an intense and painful series of days, I'm glad to have again recovered.

Just to let everyone know, I am taking comments again. So, these next few hours are going to be really boring. I'm stuck at school; everyone's doing the Map Test except for Seniors because we did it the last three years of high school. It's a test that they give us to make sure that the teachers are doing their Job, and determines if we get to keep our accreditation, but other than that, no biggy. I don't even have to be here until like 10:30. I've already proven that I've gotten a good Edumication so they can fail it for all I care!

(Just to let you know the Typo WAS intentional) So, now here I am… Sitting in the school library, wondering what to talk about. I was thinking about going to the McDonalds close to the school. The Sausage egg McMuffin Kicks Ass. I love that thing with a freaking passion. Maybe I should just Marry a Sausage Egg McMuffin!

I swear, Music and those McMuffins Rock my world… Especially when a band is good at making the base guitar use power chords and be heard powerfully in the Background. It sounds BEAUTIFUL.

I was thinking about moving towards my original “Gothic” look, now that I'm older and will be moving out soon. The only thing is I have a hard time finding NORMAL clothing in my size, and Trench coats… Oh God, don't even go there! I have a twenty-eight inch waist, and thirty-inch legs. If you get bored, and want to imagine life in my shoes, go to a Wal-Mart and just TRY to find pants in that setting!

I don't know, just an impulse, but I am considering it. I'm going to have to get a lot of stuff custom-ordered though. Especially Boots and pants. I went into Hot Topic a few days ago and the SHORTEST pair of studded, belted, and chained black Pair of pants they had came up to my chest! I'm thinking, “GOOD GOD! Not everyone that's under 6 foot nine wants to look like a Hollister boy, and not everyone under 5 foot eight is still into Yugio and Mickey Mouse. So, needless to say, I have a HORRIBLE time with Clothing.

About the whole Gothic thing, it fits me. It fits me VERY well. I was thinking about dying my hair jet-black as well, but I'm still considering that one. There's no going back, once you've done black. You just have to let it grow its natural color. I love the boots and the trench coats though. It looks so Hott.

So, needless to say, I'm just kind of yammering right now which is an awkward, but not bad feeling. I don't know, the whole thing is really appealing. Because I yearn for so much class, but I have no one to be classy with. It's such an odd trait. The same guy that likes Waterford Crystal, silk robes, piano, rain, snow, and lavishness also likes Black Leather (The dull kind… shiny just doesn't appeal) Spikes, black eyeliner, vamparian things, and heavy metal.

How odd that would be to walk my future town, and in the day look like some kind of classy businessman, and at night be the shadow that stocks the metal and rave clubs. I'm trying to decide if it's a Jeckle and Hide thing, or just a liking of Variety, because it is indeed the spice of life. Maybe it's just me, but I'd be much happier walking the streets screaming out loud what I am rather than just fitting in like a faceless shadow. I would much rather be Happy than Right any day.

Like I've said Before, normally I really don't tap into political matters, but I'm bored, I really can't think of anything else to talk about, and how it is a stirring matter, I guess I will Talk about it.

First off, I know a lot about Mexicans. Next to the south coast and desert states, our area probably has the densest Mexican population. These people, as you know are trying to escape their country to find a better life. At Least SOMEONE still has faith in the American Dream… Anyway, here the main job held by these immigrants is the work in the chicken houses. Dirty, filthy, horrible and degrading work; Work that NO American would consider this job around his dignity.

Than, once they earn enough money, they open their own business. Mainly being restaurants. They climb up the latter and they spread their business. I always laugh when people say, “They're taking our jobs!” Because then I think, “Let me get this strait. YOU want to go work a 12-hour shift in a loud chicken house that wreaks so heavily of shit that you can smell it from a mile off? YOU were going to open your own restaurant?”

I don't know… Some people crack me up. Besides, it's not like we haven't had this problem before. When the Irish came over, we (I'm Irish, plus one forth of the country claims to be.) Would work Factory work too, and we overcame the dangerous situations, and like the Mexicans, we too were accused of Stealing American work.

You want someone to blame for not having any GOOD work, blame corporations. THEY'RE the ones sending jobs over seas. I think more Jobs within the past four years have been lost to insider trading and outsourcing than to some Mexican guy looking for a better life. However, the fact that you have a lot of illegal, unregistered people here is in fact a problem. Especially since generally speaking, these people are street smart, but book dumb. They DO need to be educated if they live here, and they can't get that or be effective citizens when they're afraid to go anywhere that might request a green a card, or whatever color it is.

I had an idea to fix the problem, I really haven't done a lot of homework on it, and I really don't know a lot about politics, but what I think we should do is once a plan for some type of fool-proof boarder protection, once the thing is being constructed, we have a three-six-nine month period of “Grace Annexation” where they can come into an office, and fill out a card of some sort, weather for citizenship, legal living rights, whatever; they can come and get legalized without fear of being arrested or reprimanded.

Basically, they can register and not have the crime of entering illegally held against them. Once the boarder guard is in place, then, you can effectively watch the boarders and any foreigner caught without ID has NO EXCUSE; and can be returned to their home country. This could offer a resolution, appease the disgruntled Mexican-American Population, and prevent a lot of mounting tensions that may lead to violence.