Nicknames: Vam, Voo, Noodle, Valium, Bagel, Shrub, Vuh, Frank, etc etc.
Birthday: July 15th, 1987
Birthplace: Tofino, aka. Hippieville
Location: Harewood, the 'Naimo
Status: Breathing
School: John Barsby. Yes, I know.
Zodiac Sign: Cancer
Hair Colour: Turquoise, Light Green, Dark Green, Yellow, Red, Pink, Purple, Blue.. I think that's all.
Eye Colour: Greyish blueish green.
Height: 5'8"ish
Piercings: Labret, Lip twice (left and right), Ears twice each (two 4g., two 2g.), BIG EYEBROW SCAR.
Lefty or Righty: Righty
Shoe size: 8 1/2
Heritage: Hungarian
Colour: Greeeeen
Weakness: Good food. Good meatless food.
Email: [email protected]
Lets start with one I can't get over. It's just so stupid, it'll never make sense.
I hate hardcore punks. Really. I hate all the bullshit propaganda like the smelly leather jackets with spikes, mohawks and tight pants. When I was younger I used to think it was all so cool. All the FUCK AUTHORITY business. I bought into it all. But then I got to thinking. Then I opened my eyes, to see that all this anti-conformity was a form of comformity in itself. Being "hardcore" means buying into the same trend that everyone else is. I don't mean the pop punk trend, and I'm not complaining about "posers"(what a moronic word, by the way). I'm talking about the ones who think they're above all that. Above all the "preps", "posers", "goths", "emo kids" and everyone else for that matter. They don't care about ANYTHING. No wait, theres one thing they care about: Their image.
Image is everything to them. But they'd never admit it in a zillion years. Ever. No, they'd just deny it and go on with their purposefully useless lives full of "anarchy", punk rock, and lets not forget the BOOZE. Beer beer beer, thats all you hear out of these motherfuckers. If they're not drunk, they're talking about getting drunk, or worse yet, talking about their drugs. This is one thing that makes me really sad: Sitting in a crowd of people listening to them all go off about different drugs they're doing, crazy trips they've had, or complaining about not having drugs. I mean, okay, I'm no narc or whatever you'd call it; I could care less who does what drug, etc. But really, when it consumes your life, theres something wrong. When you can't have a normal conversation anymore without turning to the topic of awesome drugs, something inside you has gone mushy.
But anyways, I got off topic. I was talking about the hardcores. The thing with them is, they'll never admit to being hardcore. That would just be way too uncool. Besides, the less you pretend to care about being hardcore, the more hardcore you are in turn. Its a big circle.
So you're probably bored with all my ranting, thinking "Okay so I get the point, hardcore is lame, but why does she care so much?". Well, I'll tell you why.
Its because hardcore has EATEN some of my favorite people.
Some of the coolest kids I know have fallen into the trap, thinking they need to conform to everyone else's idea of punk rock in order to be cool. Some of the most uniquely awesome kids, now just like every other scumbag you'd meet on the street. Now consumed by booze, drugs, and sitting on their asses. Their creativity is lost under leather and metal with some knox to top it all off. It's quite sad, really. And its only a matter of time before they get bored of their old friends who aren't interested in being punk rock assholes.
Don't get me wrong, I love punk rock as much as the next kid, but I'm not willing to pretend that I'm just as lame as everyone else in order to fit in with the misfits. Thats just retarded if you ask me. Since when did this kind of subculture have cool kids anyway? What happened to reject kids actually being rejected?
Anyways, I'm all talk. Honestly, some of my good friends are still kids with knoxed hair and dirty leather jackets, cuzz I know that on the inside, somewhere, they're still the cool kids they used to be. I see it sometimes when theres nobody else around. Nobody to prove anything to.
All of you that just got excited about the prospect of my trashing Bush, please take your seats, this might not be what you want to hear.
I don't think George Bush is Satan. And I am tired of hearing about how he is an evil monster. Every day I hear people around me bashing him, and thinking their brilliant for buying into the anti-Bush propaganda we see on tv, movies, etc. Repeating all the information you heard on Farenheit 9/11 doesn't impress anyone.
So lets just pretend, for a minute, that George bush isn't an evil overlord. Maybe he's just a man. A stupid man, yes. Just about as stupid as the population that he governs. So, this man somehow (either legitimately or not) came into a position of great power. Now he is president of the US. He's made some mistakes, some small, some pretty damn big. He's led his country to war, he's lost some lives. All of you that are reading this and churning in your seats, hear me out. If Bush is really as moronic as we all know he is, he's not smart enough to wage and continue this war in the Middle East. He is clearly a puppet of the rest of his assembly. He recieves direction from others. He is not the only one responsible for the crap that has gone on in America and the Middle East. He is a man, unfit to be president and not too bright, but nonetheless he was elected by the American people. I, personally, would like to see Bush go back home to Texas, but that is not saying that anyone else the people of America would choose could do any better.
Basically, I'm jsut sick of all the hatred I witness every day, directed at George Bush. Especailly since it is coming from the Canadians around me.
Bush isn't evil. Bush is stupid. That's all there is to it.
How about we all just be glad we're not being blown up. And if it ever comes to that, maybe we're getting what we deserve. Maybe the moronic masses should be flushed down a huge toilet, so to speak.