....Boredom eats me like cancer

I don't really know how to blog. I've never done it before; I figure I should put this out on the table right away. So I guess I'll introduce myself first and foremost. I am Jazzy's moody, anal retentive, ADD-addled punk-indie-metalhead friend/counterpart/partner-in-crime/archnemesis/bud/pimp/shoe-shiner/etc IRL who she invited to blog with her. As I mentioned beforehand, I don't really know what to write about or what to do. And because of my logical, analytical nature I need to know why I'm doing something. And, as usual, Jazzy didn't have an answer. Shocking I know. (Just teasing; sarcasm is hard to portray online). So here I am, trying to fill up space so that it looks like I'm someone interesting. *sigh* Welcome to my life. Haha. Just kidding. Kind of.



Well at the moment I have nothing to rant about. I decided I'd use the blog to rant about my daily musings, or whatever. But today is rather uneventful. :/ I'm listening to Aerosmith and wishing I had something to do... (*whispers very undiscreetly* Jazzeh help meh! lol) Okaay...

Well. I know you're totally enjoying this blog so far so I might as well talk about something interesting. Today at Barnes and Nobles, I found an encyclopedia of heavy metal, and it had a HUGE picture of Guns N' Roses, so I'm totally getting that book. My mom also owes me $20 because I won a game of Mah Jong she thought I couldn't win. Heh. *snickers*


GAH. My first blog was a dud. (Mr. Blog: *cries and whimpers* "Cameo, why, why, WHY did you butcher me?!?!") I'm sorry; please forgive me. *hangs head* I promise to be more exciting. But later.

Yours Truly,

Cameo

P.S. O_o is my favorite smiley face. O_o I shall try to use it at least once in every post. Heh.

No. My Chemical Romance did NOT save your life.

While browsing the Internet the other day, I came across multiple fan girls (and several fan boys O_o) who were insisting that My Chemical Romance had saved their life.

A band like MCR can not save your life. They might temporarily prevent you from committing emocide, but after everything they're just a couple of guys, in makeup, singing a song.

Do you know why MCR can't save you? BECAUSE THEIR MUSIC IS SUPPOSED TO BE DEPRESSING.

Now, I like MCR. My blog is named after one of their songs. So I don't want any angry squealing fan girls posting stupid comments on my blog because I "insulted their life."

This is what the youth of America has become. It's slowly turning away from everything we used to stand for and toward everything we were taught to dislike.

When kids start turning to a band that's supposed to be emocidal and claiming it saved their life, we have a problem. When kids bring guns to school because "they just couldn't deal" with their issues, then we have a problem. Kids these days aren't tough enough to handle the world- and it shows.

This is InvaderJazzy, signing off. I'm gonna go listen to some music ;)

To go, or not to go...?

So, a good buddy of mine wants me to go to a debate team camp-out. But I'm not so sure if I want to go. Yes, I'm on the debate team. Yes, I love camping. NO, I do NOT love the members of the debate team.

Their egos are way too inflated for my taste. Most of them can't stand me (love me, hate me, either way they're thinking about me.) and I'm not sure if I could stand being in a tent with them for three days.

If I DON'T go, I'll spend that entire weekend wondering what they're doing, if they're making fun of me, etc etc (I'm pretty paranoid). If I DO go, I'll probably spend the weekend in my corner of the tent (I have this thing about corners... I like them...) listening to music with my notebook on my lap, trying to ignore my friends who are bothering me like little buzzy flies.

Rawr. Such is the dilemma of my life.

Emotions

We live in an emotional world. Songs like "Listen To Your Heart" and "Love Song" are often seen at the top of the charts. Authors make $1.375 billion a year writing what they call "romance fiction".

There is of course, the sad stuff. Emocide books, songs by My Chemical Romance, Dr. Phil.

They say fifty percent of all marriage ends in divorce. Do you know why that is? Because people think with their hearts and not with their brains. Because they marry a drunk, or someone who beats puppies, or a drug addict because they "luuuuuuv them". Not so in love when they turn on you, huh? No one thinks any more. Disney movies, cartoons, children's stories. All of these are telling kids to listen to their heart, but what happens when their heart leads them into an abusive marriage?

Let me tell you a story.

There once was a little girl. She was happy, friendly, loving. However, her social skills were severely lacking. And that's being nice.

Of course, children don't understand to look past that and see the person inside. If you're not "one of us" you're "one of them" and you never want to be in that group. Teacher's pet, dork, loser. These became common insults. Friends stopped talking to her because they "couldn't be seen with her." People didn't like her and her friends were afraid of being labeled dorks by association.

As she grew up, the insults followed her into middle school where they got worse. The little kids had grown into nasty teenagers and their skills at name calling doubled. (Note to self: go listen to "Teenagers" by MCR) At one point, she had to run into the counselors office in the middle of an emotional breakdown because of some nasty brat who had been picking on her for the duration of her eighth grade year.

She went into high school with the attitude "I won't take crap any more". And she went in armed with the best weapons a girl could have. Sarcasm, attitude, an intense hatred for almost everyone she knew from middle school.

Okay, I'm exaggerating. Not an "intense hatred", but she certainly wasn't shy about making her opinions about them known.

She rarely had anything good to say.

It worked. People left her alone and for once in her life she enjoyed being around the people she went to school with. They still hated her, but it was a quiet hate.

And what was the lesson the little girl learned?

Never let your defenses down.

Now, in my opinion, showing any negative emotion at all (I.E. crying, yelling, etc) lets your defenses down. It shows that you can be hurt. Getting upset in front of an enemy (or anyone for that matter) is like handing them your weaknesses on a golden platter surrounded by cookies. not such a good idea. And people (by people I mean ANYONE, friends included) will always end up using your weaknesses against you. Let's face it, when the chips are down, people will eat each other. My solution? Do as the little girl in the story did. Build up walls and keep them there.

Emotions are logic murderers. When your mind is full of "love" are you thinking of his bad traits? When you're angry, do you care who you yell at? Or do you just feel like being angry at someone?

Now, there are good emotions. And without ANY emotions we'd be like animals, living purely on instinct. Love, happiness, hope and the rest of it. I'm just begging you all to S*A*T before you go on an emotional rampage.

A friend of mine recently told me "not to bottle up" my emotions. I have this to say:

That's what this blog is for.

S*A*T = Stop and think