zechariah

So I'm like super emo boy now. Dont exactly know where it came from but I dont care either. I like being "emo" and i really don't understand how having emotions became uncool. I always thought that was what being "punk" was supposed to be about, being emotional about the things that you like and not letting people tell you how to live your life. Now I can understand laughing at someone for dressing a certain way just to look cool, but how do you know whether someone is trying to look cool and "wear the uniform" or if they just happen to like and feel most at home in clothes that happen to be a trend. A prime example of this is the D-ring keys on the belt loop. I used to make fun of kids for doing that, and i even walked around for an entire day with mine on an D-ring (which i had from actual mountain climbing) on my jeans just to mock it, but when i was doing it, i found out that it was a real convenience, it made finding my keys and keeping them accessable 1000% easier, so now i do it every day and feel weird if they arent there. Another trend i have caught onto is the girls jeans thing. i originally didnt wear girls jeans because i couldt find them in my size and lived in a place where I could find mens jeans to fit to my liking, but here ther dont come so tight, as the fashion is more for baggy or flared jeans, so yeah i wear girls (including a pair of my girlfriends) jeans. I also wear my studded belt to the side, but have been doing that off and on since the ninth grade, having worn dragger belts sideways with bondage pants. as for the tight black t shirt, look at pics of me at age 8 and you'll see the same thing, adn my dad was a truck driver, so i didnt know caps came without mesh sides until highschool, so, given my simple past, its kind of hard to say Im following the trend of the day if i've been doing it for years, and even so if that makes you uncool, I'd like to meet one person who IS wearing there own thing that NO ONE else is doing, because i havent met them yet. As for the music aspect of it, yes I love emo/screamo/hardcore/and whiny punk, and have no problems admitting it (just check out my profile). I do however also love oldschool, and newschool punk, metal, rock n roll and country. i couldnt survive without, the adicts, elvis, the necromantics or blink182, because they all play music, and do it well. If a band gets into music because they love music and they are so full of emotion that it comes out (even in a scream), then who are you to look down on it. I also find it convenient that half of the people who make fun of emo or punk or whatever music, wouldnt know a guitar string, from a hole in the ground, and the other half seems to be musicians mad because people are tired of "I did it all for the nookie". My opinion is, if the music means something, and sounds good to you, listen to it.. If not then buy whatever record, mtv or whatever you think is cool is telling you to buy. And my opinion about music is the same as my opinion about politics. If you dont like whats out there, get off your ass and change things, come up with something better, or shut up.

and now random crappy song lyircs, by yours truly

Following through on fantasies, making the best of memories, tracing the stitches in my neck, the smell of these black roses make me sick. And all I can say is if i were as smart as i pretend, id know just what to do, were I strong as I could be Id follow my plans through, wouldn't spend so many nights alone with only my jumbled thoughts to mind me, wouldnt stare at my empty hands til this hollow feeling blinds me. I should run so fast you'd forget me, scream loud as my heart will let me. i should spin around in circles until i hit the ground, swallow all of my ideas, til in my dreams I drown. for now I'll look back on these catastrophes, keep them close like trophies, and pray that everything turns out like it should. I'll know i did all I could, and when I'm asked to stand and fight, I'll have no doubt that I would. and the nights are long and black, but from now on I'll never know defeat, I wont ever quit, I wont fall down, Im steady on my feet. Following through on fantasies, making the best of memories, tracing the stitches in my neck, the smell of these black roses make me sick. And all I can say is if i were as smart as i pretend, id know just what to do, were I strong as I could be Id follow my plans through, But i know I never will, know I'll let my thoughts eat at me, know I am right now all I'll ever be and while thats not a happy ending its all that I can do.