I'm 18

Yup. I'm 18 bitches! I turned 18 two days ago. I applied for college. I'm not doing to well in one class right now (will fix soon). I drank a half-glass of wine (it is legal here and it was horrible). Oh, and I'm still in love with Loki/Tom Hiddleston. So basically, nothing has changed. Woe is me.

Peace out peeps!

If I needed anymore proof...

...I fucking got it. Just when my asinine Drama teacher couldn't get anymore racist, he did.

First, background on my drama teacher. He replaced our beloved old drama and english teacher, who had to leave due to severe heart problems. Don't get me wrong about our new drama teacher - he knows what he's talking about when it comes to drama. Unfortunately, he's an asshole. Not the teacher-type of asshole - he's a genuine asshole, but not usually to me - just mostly to others.

Now, maybe I overreacted when he started dictating our every acting move, but that's what a drama teacher does anyway. Or, maybe I overreacted when he made fun of gays (long fucking story). Or when he told our African-American students to move forward in the stage because they "blend into the background." And, maybe I overreact when I call him an asshole - nah, I ain't overreacting to that. I, however, underreacted when he grabbed the hair of Lenore (not her real name), and told her to be quiet. But, we all, including Lenore (I believe), just let it go. But he hasn't stopped pissing most of us off just yet.

It started when, for the speech and drama festival, he gave the two only African-American girls, both of whom are very sweet and spunky, two specific roles - because the roles were African-American women. This pissed me off because the two Roses (I will call them that because they are sweet and they have the same first name) are good actresses - they could act a variety of roles, but no. They were given the roles because they and the roles were black. But, this is not what pissed me off the most. It fucking happened yesterday. I was waiting for Mr. Rooney, as I will call him, after he went off to check something that I pointed out to him (I ended up being right). Spunky Rose had an annoyed look in her eyes. Then, she told me
"Can you believe it? He told me I should act more 'black'!"

Wait, WHAT?!

"REALLY?!" I respond.

"Yep."

"Well, don't listen to him. Just do what you wanted to do."

"Okay," she responds.

This is one more straw that fucking pisses me off. This and the Lenore incident mentoned above. And the fact that he yells at Queeny for "making everything about her." And for not giving Spunky Rose and Sweet Rose the roles they deserve. And, for letting his disgusting chest hair show. Trust me, good looking and young he ain't. I'm surprised that he's married.

Also, I'm kind of peeved when he thinks I and my twin clichékiller12 are movie buffs...for stating that Jaws was Steven Spielberg's directorial debut. I mean, DUH! Who doesn't fucking know that? That is minor, but still

His asshole behavior must stop. Maybe, when I graduate, I can confess everything, and call him out for being an asshole. I'll keep y'all posted on this reign of terror in our drama class.

Peace out peeps.

P.S. If you need anymore convincing of his assholeness, he called the Superman speech from Kill Bill trite. Yeah, fuck him.

Silver's Fault

Firstly, I'm sorry I have not blogged in a while. I will blog way more when I get my new computer, which is $210 away.

Now...on to the post.

It's Silver's fault. It all is. She had to be totally obsessed with him. Who is this 'him' I speak of? - Deadmau5, that's who. And of course, because of her obsession, I got curious to go on his youtube channel. And listen to this song. And totally get addicted to it. WHY THE FUCKING HELL DID I NOT LISTEN TO HIS MUSIC BEFORE?! WHY AM I FUCKING HEARING IT NOW?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?! THIS SHIT KICKS FUCKING ASS! SORRY FOR THE CAPS LOCK!

Damn. Just go listen to it yourself. The tune, atmosphere, and beat is addicting. I believe a Deadmau5 concert might be the first concert I will ever attend.

Peace out peeps!

PS - This music is way better than that so-called "music" (or "shit" as it is better known) that the Black-Eyed Peas or any other pop-singer-turned-trying-to-be-techno-dude/chick put out. Just so you know.

PPS - I can see why silverevilchao (my older sister) is obsessed with him. In a totally non-creepy way. I'm serious. He's got nothing to worry about. She ain't stalking him. She's harmless.

Dark, Emo Shit

Here's some really random dark, emo shit I wrote whilst half-asleep during Environmental Science class, which was less than an hour ago.

It's a stupid poem-esque rambling (I guess it's a poem):

Hi

Hi.

I'm Bob.

What is your beef?

Filet Mignon?

I'm a tofu chick.

I'm Roberta, but Bob's my name.

Call of Duty's my game.

I'm an alien soldier.

A soldier of fortune.

My boss has my fortune.

That liar has my heart.

My heart beats to this beat.

This beat is hypnotic.

Hypnotize my mind.

My mind's a fucking spiral.

Spiraling out of control.

What control do you have?

For me, I have none.

Nothing to lose.

I'm already lost.

Lost in my thoughts.

My thoughts are fucking dark.

Dark is murder.

Murdering the thought process.

What is your process?

Does your heart flutter?

Or does it fucking crash?

For me, both go on.

Liquid energy's a fucking heart stopper.

Crash and burn!

Until your heart fucking explodes!

A mess of blood and muscle and brains and skull.

Your brain.

It's too fucking big to be contained.

You're a genius.

Me?

I'm just fucking dark.

Dark is murder.

Mental murder is my game.

Bob's my name.

What's yours?

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So yeah. I also wrote something else, but it's more insane than this. One might think I'm a crazy person if I posted it.

Peace out, peeps!

Oh. Mai. GAWD.

One of my favorite actors of all time has just come out and said he was gay - but it was not outright. He did not do it in a flashy way.

That's right folks - Zachary Quinto aka Spock/Sylar is gay.

I just want to say that I totally still support him and am still an adoring fan. I have really nothing else to say.

The link is here.

Peace out peeps!

I have not posted in a while.

Yeah, I haven't posted since August, but that won't happen again. Imma post much more now. Deal with it.

I do not know what to post except this: Robert Downey Jr. is my hero.

While I do not know if I'd like to forgive Mel Gibson, I would like to say that Robert Downey Jr. is such a wonderful person, a class act, and has such a big heart.

In case you didn't know, RDJ spoke at the American Cinematheque Awards. After a surprise guest appearance by Mel Gibson, and kind words about RDJ from Gibson, RDJ told the audience, in one of the most heartfelt speeches I have ever seen (I only read the words), that Hollywood should forgive Mel Gibson. Read the full scope of the speech here. Basically, I almost cried reading it, it was so touching. Speeches, and other things like that, usually don't do that to me.

I don't know what else to say other than this: RDJ is really brave for standing up for his good friend and not being a sell-out. RDJ - you are probably one of the most genuine and manliest men in Hollywood. Congratulations for making me even more of an adoring fan and being such an inspiring person.

Peace out, peeps.

A First

Last night, when I was babysitting, I changed a diaper - FOR THE FIRST FUCKING TIME! Of course, the toddler's older sister helped, and it was her first time too, but still! I am AMAZAZING!

Blog update: I do not think I can get my old blog posts back, but I have yet to send an email asking, so yeah. My twin made a big deal about that!

First Blog on New Account

So yay! I found out that I could have exported my old blog, but too late for that, so welcome peeps! To mai better blog!

Peace out, peeps!