Uncomplete Dissection

Okay. Today I'm dealing with a very semi-important issue. Many of you have read my never-ending blogs about it, and my bitch-fits and damning. This is about Twilight.

I hate it. I detest it. Although it's not really for the reasons you all think. These reasons, while valid, just help my hate, not cause it.

Let me start with this:

I love fantasy. The myths, the stories, the fiction. With this, I also love fantasy, the supernatural. I love fiction. It's a very important part of my life. I cannot imagine my life without being able to read some of my favorite fantasy books out there. I just can't. If I couldn't, I would be missing a vital part of my life. I know this sounds a little weird to you guys, but think of how weird it is to me. :P

I was the little kid (age 10-11) who would wake up at 3:30 Am on a Saturday to watch early re-runs of Buffy: the Vampire Slayer. I was the little kid who was obsessed with Harry Potter and his adventures, in love with the world that Rowling provided for me. I was the little fifth grader who would stay up late past his bedtime (at least back then lol) to watch new/old episodes of Charmed.

I would safely say I was a hardcore fan of almost anything involving witches, vampires, werewolves, and magic.

Hell, I even like Angel.

I went through somewhat of a dry-spell during middle school, caring more about popularity and creating my own little "gangsta/rapper" world. Safe to say, it didn't pan out. However, while I was doing this, my imagination wouldn't leave me alone, attacking me with stories about witches, magic and the supernatural. I would make stories, but for whatever reason, could never write them down.

This continued up until a few years ago, around the end of my freshman year. My father died.

This caused me to take the fantasy-love up again. I began reading Buffy fanfiction, since they had stopped airing re-runs. I watched as many re-runs as I could of Charmed, reliving my old days. I started re-reading my old copies of the Harry Potter books (1-5), getting lost in that magical world again. I discovered manga. Bleach and Naruto more than anything. Hellsing.

I started reading Laurell K. Hamilton's work at the age of 14.

The really dark ones, too. I remember the first book I read was "Bloody Bones." The second was "The Lunatic Cafe" and I then skipped to "Danse Macabre" which led me to "Incubus Dreams." These books made my life for a good while. Reading about vampires and magic and such- it made me happy in a way I can't fully comprehend.

This made me look farther into history and mythology. Wikipedia and its macabre storage of ancient facts and beliefs became my normal haunting ground. Ancient gods and goddesses became my regular playmates. I became so immersed in other people's work, and into my own imagination.

And I loved every single second of it.

I could say this caused me to not develop adequate social skills, which is why I say I'm too immature. I say this when people ask me why I don't have a girlfriend. I would rather just have a lot a friends. It's how I am. If I truly wanted someone I would go find her. I would go get one. But i don't. I just...like being nice. Hanging out, chillin' with my friends. Lol.

Anyway, back to the main point.

We've established that i was hardcore into fantasy. I still am. More so than before. I would look up the vampire myths and supernatural and occult things. This eventually caused me to pursue writing as a career, because I wanted to put my stories into paper. Have other people read it, see those stories. The adventures. I was also a sticker for research. I would look things up, and if they were completely out of the realm of possibility, I would search for a way to make them fit. I would put my vampire characters as actually vampires. The cross thing, the garlic thing, the sunlight thing, the stake-through-the-heart thing. I loved doing that. :D

This is why Twilight offends me so much. The writing is bad, truthfully, and so is the plot, but mainly, it's the mythology.

Why the fuck would Mayer create these creatures and classify them as 'vampires'? They aren't. At all!! Who gave her the right to whore out the vampire fanatic culture, to whore out the supernatural like that? I loved the fact that it made me different, that inside, I wasn't like anyone else, no matter how much I denied it when I was younger. I was different.

Now I have all of these little "Twatlighters" whoring out what was once mine, mine and that of a few other people. You know, I can't say I like reading or watching about vampires without someone assuming I've read the Twilight series? It irks me to no end. I hate the fact that Stephanie Meyer whored out something so....me.....to a whole bunch of teenagers. What gave her that right? I was the little kid who would watch re-runs of Buffy at the break of dawn, who had his nose stuck in a Harry Potter novel or an Anita Blake novel, respectively.

I know many of you will be like...WTF? to this post, but i had to say exactly why I hate Twilight so much, behind the fact that Meyer cannot write. This Twilight thing, whenever someone assumes I like vampires because I read it, it hurts something inside me. That little boy who would bitch out anyone who would dare say anything about what he liked. I'm not him anymore. And this thing just angered something inside me. It just turned a whole generation of teens into little posers, who want to be like me, how I was. Trust me, I've heard people who profess to love vampires, and the only piece of vampire literature is Twilight.

I hate it.

Ugh. I just had to get this off my chest. Hope you guys won't get too freaked out. Lol! However, if you do, I understand. ^_^

Everytime I look at myself...I wonder. How did I get so awesome? Lol!

Lawl.

Yay!! I'm back.....sort of.

I'll try to blog more. I miss it.

But yeah, my vacation feels like work. Lmao! I'm trying to get a job, but I need to go turn in my application for a work permit, because I need one. Lol!

I have been binge reading. Alot. I finished all of "The Dresden Files" series, except for "Grave Peril" which I'm reading now. I devoured all of "The Hollows" series, except for "A Fistful of Charms" which I waiting for the library to get to me. Lawl. I've also read the graphic novels (aka Comics) by Jim Butcher and LKH, "Welcome to the Jungle" and "The First Death".

There are others, don't feel like mentioning them.

I decided to try my hand at novel writing, which I haven't done before. Its just been short stories and other shit. I realized that If I can't get at least 25 pages or so in a month, I have no business becoming a writer. I had resolved to work on it everyday, but I've been busy. Lol!

The "novel" is about magic (like I would write anything else!). An alternate history. Warlocks, witches, Guardians and vampires, the works for the fantasy genre. Regular stuff, well psychopathic families, magical criminals, dark-side bosses, and that horrible place known as "High School".

Fun, huh?

I took the Ap tests recently (AP= Advanced Placement) for college credit. I'm not getting any. Tragic. The History one was Hard!!! I hated it! Moooo!!! The English one wasn't as difficult. If there was any chance of me passing, it'd be on the English one.

So that's it for today. Lol! I'm gonna start blogging again, fuck the damn spyware/virus. It can go fuck Twilight! Ugh.

BTW: Have a new rant on Twatlight. Later though. Lol!

Random quote of the day: "It doesn't feel right, so keep going down; It doesn't feel right, until you start to drown." - Jeffree Star ( Ice Cream)

I'm bored. You don't get to judge me. Bitch.

Lawl.

"This is where it starts..."

Ugh. I have finals this week and every time someone reminds me, a little part of my soul dies.

I want to write, but I'm too lazy.

Currently, I'm writing this story that is kind of like a sequel to the earlier one I wrote. "Dragon Bite", which is a working title. Basically its about this guy (Nick or Damien - haven't decided what name) who works for a magical detective agency in Los Angeles. This first one, which is in its rough draft form (and will continue to be, until my English teacher decides to actually read it =.=) is about dragons and people who hunt them. It short, less 5,000 words. The second one, which I'm writing now (its slow going...), is about a faerie princess who is to be married to her rival court's prince, and his people are trying to kill her to intentionally start a war. The third, which I'm planning, is going to be about either vampires who need help hunting one of their own, or about a demonic/ghost entity in a house. The demonic one would include flesh melting. Lawl.

This is just a quick update, need to do homework. But if you please, would you tell me if you were able to read these stories, would you?

Silk sheets and black roses! Lmao!

Life and fond memories.....

Ugh.

That sums up today.

I woke up extremely late, at 8:30. Since today was an late Tuesday (we get them sometimes), we go in at 8:50. I live really far away from my school. To the point that I could go to two different schools, instead of the one I'm at now.

But I like my current school 'cause I have all my friends there.

Anyways, I got dressed, did my hair, and got ready in general, in six minutes. I was out the door in eight minutes, give or take a few seconds.

I ran to the bus stop (darn you public transportation system!) and for once, it was on time. I had to run, which was the most exercise I'll probably have in, like a week.

I got there, too tired to even text. Lawl.

Running to school sucks ass. Especially when its fucking hot. I power walked the rest of the way. Lol. I got to school around 8:55ish. Didn't really get there late. My homeroom teacher was later than I was. Heh.

That was the most important thing that happened today. Except for the dirty jokes a few of my buddies were telling in 1st period. But I can't remember them right now. I'll post them later, if I remember them.

So school was a colossal waste of time. Literally. I did absolutely nothing in any class. I just sat there, day-dreaming. Today, I just socialized and hug-molested. Heh.

After school I went to Cin's house. We kicked it, eating Cheetos and ghetto-soda (RC- according to her) and those mini-cracker cheese sandwiches. Lol! We watched and helped the little kids race and play a little. Then we discussed life and general, and a guy she recently met called her, and I randomly interrupted the conversation with my awesome comments! Lol! BTW: What's NOS according to you?

I came back home. On the bus, and there were no random people calling out racism for stupid reasons, such as getting a bus ride for free.

Now I'm here.

I think I've figured out exactly why I want to be a writer. To have my name (pen name) on those books you see day-to-day. (NOT TWATLIGHT!)

Besides that, I think it would be something my dad would have loved. If he were still alive, that is. I think he would have absolutely loved the idea of me writing. It isn't practical, and on one hand I think he would have thought it stupid, but on the other...

He loved to read. It's where I got it from. Because my mom wouldn't read herself out of a wet paper bag. I say wouldn't because she doesn't read for enjoyment. She knits, and watches TV.

A day out for me and my dad would be going to the library. Going there and staying there for like hours. Then walking to the park, and reading there for more hours. We would also be in the room (we had one bedroom back then) and on my parents' bed we would lay side-by-side reading. Him something from Tom Clancy or some kind of fantasy. Me usually Harry Potter or VC Andrews, or one of those Buffy novels.

Those are some of my fondest memories of him....

This trip down memory lane has seriously made me happy, happiest that I've been in weeks.

^_^