Decorum

2007-05-15 00:00:00

So I was in an auditorium once for some school function and I saw a crowd of emo kids, one of whom was wearing a neat-looking paint-spattered shirt. Wanting to be nice and compliment her, I said 'That's a really nice shirt. Where'd you get it?' She gave me a cold sneer as she said in an icy tone, 'I'm emo. I make my own clothing.' I looked at her and was like 'Oh, did you rip those jeans yourself?' She turned red. Her friends were like 'OWNED'. I walked away triumphantly. -win-

Actually I used to cut myself. But just for the adrenaline rush! I swear! *hides scarred arms* XD I wasn't emo, though. Just depressed and angsty. My ninth grade journal is so fucking pretentious. The first page:

Ah! Look! A journal. At long last have I convinced myself to put my thoughts in writing; for a time now I have had the intention to do just such, but only now has my compellation [supposed to be 'compulsion' but I didn't know that at the time] caused me to actually begin. Now, when a thought occurs to me, I shall be able to place it within these pages before it fades from me; in writing what I think and see, I immortalize myself within these fragile pages. Perchance, when I as I am now am dead, a self entirely different shall look back on these pages, and that young blood which once filled my veins will rush through me again, renewing me. And maybe, when I am old and frail, that shock, that renewal will be too much for me, and I shall fall to the floor dead. But it will be a peaceful death - I will have a smile on my face, and I shall feel no pain - only that wild invigoration of youth and hope and joy, that feeling of running through the soft meadows, with the cool, fresh wind playing through my hair, making my eyes water with happiness. And if only I could have lived in that moment forever...

XfuckingD. Damn am I glad I stopped taking myself and my life so seriously.

Also I think I got the border and the line thickness right finally. w00t!

Also this little commentary area is totally becoming my blog. Deal with it. =)

Also I drew this today:

Feel free to use it; it wants to be loved.