Built Like A Brick, Son

This is a personal post, there will be rambling and ranting and swearing. You don't care for that then don't read it. I personally don't care, but I don't particularly like bitching at people directly so I'm doing this instead.

So, what's the topic of my rage for today you ask? Bitches commenting on my clothing, that's what. I'm not going to get into rape culture and media influences and how I hate the majority of men on this planet for objectifying my sex, and instead I'm just going to say that I have body image issues! And I go to an all girls school, you would think that if anyone was going to understand girls with body image issues it'd be other fucking girls with body image issues! And where do you think that this would be most accepted? At an all girls school! And is it? Clearly not.

I was wearing a skirt. A black skirt that I happen to love and wear all the time. And yes it is short, but not indecently short, I'm completely covered while wearing it. No one has seen my underwear. And yet the last three times that I have worn it on this campus bitches have felt the need to comment on this stupid skirt! I was indirectly called a prostitute, I have had people assume that I was banging some guy because I just happened to be wearing this skirt when a guy happened to be around. Are you guys fucking serious? I repeat, I have body image issues! Do you even know how long it took me to get to a place where I felt comfortable even wearing a skirt at all?! I went to high school in the middle of no where suburbia with a bunch of rich white kids and their perfect blond anorexic girlfriends, I was picked on and called fat ass and all of that bullshit my entire school career! It's not my fault that I've got a big butt! And then it's like I get into college and the world opens up a bit and suddenly I start to feel better about myself, guys are paying attention to me all of a sudden, I get girlfriends that are actually supportive and then bam! I come here and suddenly I'm getting picked on again?! Apparently I was safer in Brockton with the gang members! So I repeat, fuck you bitches. I am completely covered and I will wear whatever I damn well please and you have no right to make fun of me for what I'm wearing! Especially not when there are plenty of skinny bitches walking around this campus wearing skirts or shorts even shorter then mine.

But honestly, the thing that pisses me off most is the lack of sisterhood and respect here. One of the girls that called me a prostitute is short and overweight. I would never call her a fat ass or a sumo wrestler or the fucking Pillsbury dough boy or any of that shit! Ever. And I would never to anything to someone wearing an extremely low cut top or someone who's thong can be clearly seen because their jeans are so god damn low. I just wouldn't! I would never say something that would make someone else feel bad about themselves and I don't think that it's too much to ask that other people give me the same courtesy. Honestly! This is a full 3 days later and people are still coming up to me and asking about this god damn skirt. Fuck you all. It's none of your bussiness and I'll wear what makes me happy but hey thank for ruining my self esteem. I really appercaite it. I was over due to be knocked down a peg or two. Really....

And if I had called that chick a fat cow because she called me a prostitute, then I would be the bad guy there because you just don't talk about a girl's weight like that. Well you know what? It's tough all around and everyone has their own issues, I went and cried in the shower after this happened! Like what am I supposed to do? Run until my ass falls off? Crunches, sit ups, squats, leg lifts, all that work just so I can attain some unattianable body type and earn my right walk around in a skirt without being judged? No fucking way! It doesn't work like that! I am healthy and I am beautiful just the way I am, so come at me bro! I will knock you on your ass so fast that it makes your damn head spin! And the next time you feel like opening your god damn mouth to spew hate at some girl you literally don't fucking know a thing about and has never done a damn thing to you in her entire life, think again. Cause I swear to the gods that I'm gonna rip into the next bitch that makes a comment about my clothing. I don't need this crap from you bitches! Especially not after being stood up, twice and in addition to finals and all this other bullshit. Just leave me the hell alone.

Oh! And quit talking behind people's backs as well. It's cowardly and pathetic.You got a problem, say it to my face or keep it to yourself. And don't you dare pretend to be someone's friend when all the while you're spreading rumors about them and generally being a catty bitch. They think that you're their friend! How would you like it someone did that to you, huh? Talk about pulling the rug out from under someone's feet. Insensetive pricks, all of them.

And I'm not even gonna talk about the bullshit with my foreign friend yesterday. That was fucking infruiating as well.... Complete and utter bullshit. -sigh- Whatever. I'm just so done with everything and everyone right now. Bye.

Bitches Love Evidence

Could you tell me again what you did this for?

I don't love you anymore is all I remember you telling me

Never have I felt so cold

I have no more blood to bleed

Cause my heart as been draining into the sea

......

Guess who is thinking of the past right now?

Now guess who's totally over it?
.....
ME!
Hahaha

Seriously though,

There's really no emo going on over here,
I'm fine.

 Actually, the story of my life is this gif right now.
Hahaha
Anyway, I am just really digging this song right now.
Depressing songs are always better written than love songs you know.
At least in my opinion they usually are.
Alright.

Moving on now.
Hahaha

NOW, NOW WE WRITE OF RELEVANT THINGS?! OH YES! MAYBE! WE'LL SEE... I may have forgotten what I started this post for... Hahaha... It'll come back to me! Hopefully.... 

Or not. Whatever! Warehouse 13 tonight?!
With Spikeles
Hmmm...

Why Inbox, Why?!

So, as it stands right now, Kerian is making his army of nothing but criminals he's liberated from Nethyrex and using them to storm the castle. But I was thinking yesterday that maybe Kerian escapes on his own and makes his way to one of our less developed, smaller countries, probably Atheria. I think. And taking over? Like the whole country. He could find and ally Kazuo same as before and with Kazuo at his side, kill the king and take over. Then he could just usurp their army and then bam. No more recruiting nessicary. Also killing more or less innocent people would give Aiden something else to angst over.  Hahaha. Thoughts? 

Party Chrisps

So, I've been thinking of crap and junk and stuff and I have decided that I am going to change the scene after Emma and Eclipse dance. You know when he finds her crying on the terrace? Well originally Emma was supposed to spill her guts to him and have a monologue about how much she misses her Mum. But I'm starting to think that that is just not nessicary. I think that less will be more in this case and I'm just going to have her say, I really wish my Mom was here or I miss my Mom and just leave it at that.

 

I'm also pondering whether they should kiss or not. I'm on the fence about that. And I've changed my mind, we will have no radios or record players in my world. And as always, no guns. Soooooo, any thoughts my dear followers?

Cultural SWAT Team

               Here ya go Bros. Just a little something that I wrote in class. Hope you all like it! But if you don't, That's cool too. Feedback would be welcome!

                I roll my eyes as the same child begins messing around in class for the nineteen thousandth time since the class began. It’s Marcy again, of course it is. Ever since her little sister started taking classes here, she’d been chock full of nothing but an undying sense of superiority and the nerve to demand respect that she has in no way earned, from anyone. Just because she happens to be a purple belt and her sister is only a white belt.

                Honestly, I am a black belt and even I don’t just expect respect from anyone that I haven’t earned respect from, even though I have more than paid my dues at this point in time.

                As I watch her, glare at her actually, while she vibrates and wiggles in place, her stupid curly, frizzy black hair bouncing about everywhere, I am filled with an intense longing for the good old days. Back when our school was a part of Eclectic Karate. Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t miss Eclectic at all. What I miss is really being able to punish the children.

                I’m twenty one, not that old. But man have the times changed since I came up through the ranks. Cause I am telling you for damn sure that if I had acted this way when I was a purple belt, I would’ve been doing laps for a month. Seriously, most children my classes these days don’t even know what squat thrusts are anymore! Pathetic. Simply pathetic.

                “Marcy!” I bark, pumping all the venom I possessed into the name and then feeling plenty satisfied when the little bugger jumps. Serves her right. “Cut it out.” I growl, my best stern teacher face pulled firmly into place. “One more time and I’m sending you to Shihan.” Because unfortunately, that’s as far as my powers of punishment go these days. Thank God that the brats still fear my little old karate instructor at least.

 -Lita Kaye

The Soul Selects It's Own Society

So, I had a weird dream last night.

Would you like to hear about it?

Of course you would!

So, me and my ex boyfriend and Nathan Fillian are just chilling out in one of those like sketchy service hallways that you find in like the back of the mall, sort of dimly lit, totally blank walls, a little skanky. And we're literally just chilling, not even talking. Then all of a sudden like a huge... um, not an aircraft carrier but like one of those big planes that opens up in the back, bashes through the wall on the other side of the hallway. And the thing in the back opens up and Chris Hemsworth and Tom Hiddleston and fracking Captain Hook....

Cause that makes any sense at all, and get this it gets even better, cause the three of them start shooting fracking Lazar beams at us! My ex boyfriend gets shot almost immediately, and I look at Nathan like we got to do something bro and he looks at me like, ohmigod what?! Cause apprently I got stuck with the Castle version of Nathan.

So, I take his gun from him and army roll over to where they are, shoot Tom Hiddleston in the knee and then kick him in the face. To which Boromir responded,

IN MY MIND?! Anyway, after that, Chris gets mad at tackles me off screen and I wake up. Haha. Captain Hook didn't do a damn thing, just did stood there and looked pretty. And I don't know if Chris killed me or I killed him or if we got to have sex or any of that fun stuff. Hahaha. Just another bizarre dream that makes no sense. X3