Alright... Here it is... The reason I started this little rant page is because me and a friend of mine were talking about being "Socially Acceptable"... In which I think is pure bullshit... I'm sorry but that's how it is... I believe that if someone wants to be something and someone thinks it's not what society thinks is "normal", then they should blow it out their ass... I don't like to label people, and sure as hell don't like to label myself... but it I were to label myself I would... I guess... be a "goth"... That's what most people tell me I am... But I dont care how people see me... It's _WHO_ I am, not how I dress.. If people want to look at me and see a "witch", a "satanist", or something along those lines, then they can kiss my ass... If they want to believe their snap judgements then so be it, they wouldn't be a good friend anyway...

I don't worship him, as some choose to do. I look up to him; if that's what you want to consider it. It's just that he gets out there on stage and performs for all his fans, even though there are many people outside the place he's performing in protest to his music. He gets out there even after being ridiculed, and looked down upon by so many people... But he always seems to find the courage to go out on stage.

I don't know. Maybe that's not the reason why he gets out there... maybe it's for publicity... maybe it's to make all those who protest even more angry. But I don't see it that way.

To those of you who protest to his performances, and such, he's exercising his rights as an American citizen. Freedom of Speech is what it's called, ever heard of it? Well, he has as much right as you or I to get out there on that stage and sing, say, or do anything he pleases. So, stop protesting. It'll get you no where.

Ok. Here I am again, with more to bitch about... Heh.

Let me begin, I'm on this Marilyn Manson egroup on yahoo, and someone made a post about a goth site; which supposedly contained information on the "Gothik Ways". Go here if you want to see it: http://www.oocities.org/freakkat_3/gothic.html.

Anyway. I'm not going to qoute her directly, but something she said struck me as a bit off. She said something to the effect of, "Goths wear white face paint, addorn themselves with silver jewelry, wear all black, men wear dresses, men even wear makeup, they even put black stuff around their eyes...yadda yadda yadda... yackedy yackedy yackedy." Well, I'm goth... I live a gothic lifestyle... But I don't wear all black all the time, I like colored jewelry (you know the plastic beaded bracelets, the glittery bracelets... etc.), I like Lime Green... I don't wear black shit around my eyes, I don't wear white face paint...

It just pisses me off that someone can associate so many people with this one stereotype. It's a stereotype that was formed by people that have no idea of what their talking about, or had no understanding of the "Gothik Ways"... it's only what they see from the outside, not who Goths are within.

You can go see my pics, I may dress goth on occasion but I still have color in my "Gothik Wardrobe", so to speak. I still wear stuff other than my black clothing, as you can see in my Candy Slacker pic. So, FUCK stereotypes and all their worth. FUCK the world and all their wrong thoughts and misunderstandings of the way we are, the way I am. All their "facts" and statistics, all their power, and all their eyes looking down upon me. FUCK them, I will become someone, I will be the one looking down on them when I get to the top of the mountain that was set before me.

I hate the world. I hate viloence. I hate drugs. I hate preps. I hate love. I hate school. I hate uniforms. I hate racism. I hate descrimination. I hate Brittany Spears. I hate NSync. I hate the Backstreet Boys. I hate Mtv. I hate new skool rap. I hate Limp Bizkit. I hate sex. I hate kids. I hate food. I hate cat food. I hate humans. I hate my hair. I hate shaving. I hate Mrs. Dumiller. I hate Mrs. Pope. I hate computers. I hate conformity. I hate being wrong. I hate men. I hate statistics. I hate stereotypes. I hate women. I hate rules. I hate bad cops. I hate Abercrombie and Fitch. I hate time. I hate writing. I hate my hands. I hate the KKK. I hate Christina Aquilera. I hate perfection. I hate that I can't be something that I want to be without getting disrespected. I hate candy. I hate dirt. I hate Elton John. I hate this song. I hate the way cats yell when they are in heat. I hate that pen. I hate shoes. I hate ID's. I hate love stories. I hate Annakin Skywalker. I hate the Telletubbies. I hate Winnie the Pooh. I hate Elmo. I hate how cats shed on my black clothes. I hate how Gene never gives up. I hate feeling stupid. I hate feeling inferior. I hate P.E. I hate soap. I hate brochures. I hate travel agents. I hate court. I hate lawyers. I hate people who try to make you feel small. I hate being tall. I hate feet. I hate toes. I hate scientific terms. I hate Will Smith. I hate the internet. I hate pain. I hate clothes. I hate Eve 6. I hate laughter. I hate be loved and adored. I hate gas. I hate the government. I hate Monica Lewinsky. I hate English. I hate Spanish. I hate Heather Carter. I hate Jimmy Winters. I hate whores. I hate diseases. I hate being sick. I hate thumbtacks. I hate cigarettes. I hate lung cancer. I hate all cancer. I hate Disney. I hate cheesy horror movies. I hate desks. I hate keyboards. I hate y2k. I hate the new millenium. I hate Skate Heavan. I hate stuffed animals. I hate anything cute. I hate the way people look at me. I hate Alvin and the Chipmunks. I hate Space Jam. I hate allergies. I hate not getting my way. I hate pigs. I hate alcohol. I hate it when my girlfriend doesn't call. I hate phones. I hate talking on answering machines. I hate being horny. I hate name brand clothes. I hate not having all the CDs that I want. I hate it when dogs whine. I hate when my nose piercing hurts. I hate the sun. I hate gay shit on the radio. I hate country music. I hate stuff. I hate not having a hoop for my nose. I hats school girls. I hate knee socks. I hate pony tails. I hate bladder problems. I hate sodas. I hate it when my favorite lighter runs out of fluid. I hate ashtrays. I hate Taco Bell. I hate pictures. I hate not being able to explain what I'm thinking. I hate sports. I hate art. I hate squares. I hate how people strip when they're drunk. I hate flashes on camers. I hate Christmas. I hate my old nickname SpAz. I hate war. I hate peace. I hate how people hide behind masks. I hate changing lightbulbs. I hate shrooms. I hate hats. I hate piggy banks. I hate feeling tired. I hate being weak. I hate being cold-hearted. I hate being soft-hearted. I hate barbie. I hate debates. I hate beer. I hate cavities. I hate frowing. I hating being afraid. I hate being alone. I hate bows. I hate acid. I hate the levee. I hate the 4th of July. I hate everything. I hate living. I hate being misunderstood. I hate big ass trucks. I hate posers. I hate when everyone around me is happy and I'm not. I hate masturbation. I hate lock-ins. I hate not having money. I hate farms. I hate when people have what I want and they don't deserve it. I hate when my eyes burn. I hate fingernail polish. I hate yellow. I hate that song "Steal my Sunshine". I hate people who have no clue about anything but think they do. I hate this band. I hate crack. I hate my dog. I hate being labelled. I hate the number 40. I hate polyester. I hate not knowing the secrets of the worls. I hate knowing the secrets of the world and waking up. I hate screaming. I hate sweating. I hate being hot. I hate trying to be and not becoming. I hate being talked about. I hate not knowing what people say about me when they talk about me. I hate Ricky Martin. I hate not knowing the unknown. I hate everything. I hate hate. I hate to cry. I hate to repeat myself. I hate cowboy boots. I hate beavers. I hate roadkill. I hate people. I hate people. I hate people. I hate my name. I hate Matt Carter. I hate fences. I hate bars. I hate big trucks. I hate mirrors. I hate the internet. I hate Denham Springs. I hate Louisiana. I hate the country. I hate hicks. I hate the clothes my grandma tries to make me wear. I hate who my family would like me to be. I hate some of my family. I hate my life. I hate yesterday. I hate tomorrow. I hate today. I hate the word "nifty". I hate people who use the word "nifty". I hate everything stupid, pink, preppie, or thuggish. I hate shorts. I hate animal cruelty. I hate to hate.
I hate.

I love cows. I love my Kikwears. I love Kleenex, the really soft kind. I love my mom. I love Faithe. I love Geven. I love Angel. I love Chris. I love Jeanine. I love Kennan. I love Shawm. I love air. I love fire. I love water. I love earth. I love my apple shampoo. I love Gene. I love Mrs. Shirley & Mr. Lee. I love Jesse. I love g-HosT. I love drawing. I love music. I love Jimmie's Chicken Shack. I love my matress on the floor. I love my room. I love my CDs. I love animals. I love my cats. I love drugs. I love cigarettes. I love locks. I love my socks. I love my dad. I love a/c. I love windows. I love cars. I love walls. I love paint. I love doorways. I love nature. I love leaves. I love grass. I love faeries. I love gnomes. I love dwarves. I love dragons. I love unicorns. I love pegasus. I love the moon & the stars. I love clouds. I love candles. I love strobe lights. I love stereo systems. I love techno. I love raves. I love cloacks. I love my Grandma & Grandpa Hebert. I love washing machines & dryers. I love ducks. I love the way Faithe walks. I love how opinionated Angel is. I love how intelligent Geven is. I love my freidns. I love my enemies. I love my web site. I love Cody. I love to irritate people. I love being a bitch. I love me. I love being looked up to. I love pot. I love 4:20. I love Halloween. I love go-go boots. I love Hot Topic. I love Gadzooks. I love acid. I love kickass horror movies. I love The Rocky Horror Picture Show. I love swords. I love daggers. I love guns. I love to read. I love my journal. I love KoRn. I love boxes. I love Reese's pieces & those peanut butter cups. I love Snickers. I love South Park. I love my Blue's Clues pillow. I love the angel my mom bought me. I love my CD player. I love my lamp. I like sitting in my bath tub, fully clothed, and smoking pot. I love Seth Green. I love Idle Hands. I love Half Baked & Dazed and Confused. I love Cheech and Chong. I love pot head movies. I love those Mary Jane moments. I love little kid toys. I love legos. I love Lite-Brights. I love the word "fuck". I love using the word "fuck". I love cookies. I love poetry. I love my poetry. I love Dean Koontz, & Stephen King. I love Poppy Z. Brite. I love Edgar Allen Poe. I love William Shakespeare. I love Interview with the Vampire. I love Anne Rice. I love cows. I love monkeys. I love to say "moo". I love tattoos & piercings. I love to be kissed. I love the name Gwynevere. I love drama. I love to act. I love being weird. I love rainbow toe socks. I love stickers. I love jewelry. I love fruit. I love gloves. I love stained glass windows. I love women. I love men. I love the Pimk Panther. I love coffee. I love tigers. I love talking to people I don't know. I love to believe in things that haven't been proven, but I know is true. I love rocks. I love angels. I love butterflies. I love sleep. I love mystery. I love being stoned. I love being wild & crazy. I love my scrap book. I love smoke rings. I love french fries. I love giant subs. I love boxers. I love e-mail. I love sweat pants. I love cat toys. I love Drew Carey. I love black eyeliner. I love guitars & pianos. I love Highlander. I love XTC. I love LSD. I love being a Toys R Us kid. I love my couch. I love Tae-Bo. I love dragracing. I love Camaros. I love Faithe's '66 Mustang. I love frogs. I love my watch. I love paper. I love my boots. I love Mr. Potato Head. I love my grandma's paintings. I love LSD. I love rats. I love skulls. I love my satellite dish. I love doughnuts. I love Mary Jane. I love my desktop theme. I love darkness. I love my bathroom. I love Wal-Mart. I love Chris' bathroom. I love the Bread Box. I love being a Party Kid. i love new stuff. I love Maggie Simpson. I love Marge's hair. I love cruises. I love spiders. I love ice cream. I love passifiers. I love sex. I love videos. I love lollipops. I love porn. I love Jane Austen. I love bikes. I love pies. I love cakes. I love Fruit of the Loom. I love the Cartoon Network. I love Mtv. I love Pringles. I love secrets. I love puzzles. I love my eyes. I love dalmations. I love coffee cups. I love file cabinets. I love clowns that have their heads ripped off. I love barbies that have their heads ripped off. I love Janelle and Rachelle. I love James. I love Amanda. I love puppets. I love to blink. I love Blink 182. I love kick boxing. I love karate. I love trees. I love X-Men. I love leather. I love whips and Chains. I love to love.
I love.

Public School (noun); Definition 2 : a free tax-supported school controlled by a local governmental authority.

I went to public schools all my life, because I didn't have enough money to go to any private schools... Not that I would've wanted to go to one any way. But that's not the point. The point is that if I had wanted to go or my parents wanted me to go I couldn't anyway because there wasn't enough funds. So, the way I saw it the "poor" went to public schools and the "rich" went to private schools.

I went to check out the prices of the uniforms this passed year (the first year of the uniform policy), 5 of the cheapest shirts I could find was $170, 2 pair of pants $100... you could only imagine the price of the skirts and other articles...

Now picture this... There's a single mother working two jobs just to get by on the bills... And she has a young son. Let's say he's in 1st grade. She doesn't have the money to buy much for his schooling this year because the electricity bill has been too high. She can only buy 1 shirt and a pair of pants for her son. He has to use the same booksack, shoes, and underwear he's had for about 1 year or so now. This is a growing child. But the mother can't afford anything more.

It's sad, but do you know how many people dropped out of school this year because they couldn't afford the uniforms? The number was approximately 75 (In one high school)... That's really sad. The government is denying the youth their education because they don't want anything to happen here like in Columbine... Well, it's a hell of a lot easier to blend in the crowd when everyone's wearing the same thing... Don't you think?

I also saw a public school as a way to understand the real world before I totally stepped into it. By knowing that other people are different in not only skin color, religion, etc. but in clothing, personality, music, etc. If you take away that knowledge then what are all these kids going to do when they get out of school and see all the "Freaks", "Geeks", "Thugs", etc? They'll freak out. They won't know what to expect from these people.

In School you have no choice but to get to know someone even if they are a "Freak", Geek", whatever... you've gotta have someone to talk to in class. Right? If you're bored out of your head, and your best bud is absent that day and you look over and all you have to talk to is some freak, you'd talk to him/her... I know I would... I've become friends with a lot of different people because of Junior high and High School... People I never would've thought I'd be friends with (Dallas Young, for example... A preppie, sporty guy that's actually kind of kool).

See, when you get to know these odd people... these people unlike you but like you at the same time... you take in the knowledge that not all "Preps" are the same, not all "Freaks" are the same. You know? So, you kind of look at these people under a different light. That way if you see some goth wandering down the road wearing make-up and he reminds you of someone you know from school you don't look down upon them for being "odd", you look at them as another person and just pass on by.

Public Schools may as well be considered Private schools now a days. Uniforms in public schools.. how obsurd. They keep taking away from the individuals in our youth today. Taking away our Freedom. Turning us into drones. Their little conformist robots... Every one is meant to be different. These people that are taking away our rights got to understand we'll be running this country one day... We'll choose your living conditions in the nursing homes when you get too old and crusty to take care of yourself. We'll be there and we'll laugh.

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