I HUNGER FOR ASSMEATS, BITCH!
Now that I have your attention, I feel I should give you warning first off:
I am a drama queen. I like angst, I cry a lot. I also love the works of Jhonen Vasquez, who is a god.
No, wait, don't turn back yet, this isn't going to be an angsty goth notebook full of bad poetry.
It's an account of my life, or at least the funny, interesting parts. I figure a lot of you sadists can laugh at my pain.
You see, I was born in the hills of "Ol' Virginny." Believe everything you hear, it's true. The school has a one line dress code: Thou Shalt Wear Camoflauge. I thought they'd close the schools and have a countywide day of mourning when Dale Earnhardt died. No, really. The next day, half my schoolmates were in black, and most of the rest were in black camoflauge.
I'll admit, I'm a freak/geek. I wear all black, mostly, sometimes jeans and an anime or game t-shirt to break the monotony, but mostly all black. When I'm not scaring my peers with my almost vampiric aura, I'm annoying the hell out of them with my overbubbly happy game/anime/computer stuff. But you don't care about that. You're here to read about stupid rednecks, right?
Well, Land-o-Goshen, that's whut yer gunna git. (Authentic redneck-speak!)
Before I get into the rednecks, I must explain two horrors the local schools have created:
The ghetto preps, and the ghetto redneck preps. I will admit, our school has some diversity, if not exactly the kind I want. There's preps (they're EVERYWHERE), rednecks, ghetto kids, ghetto redneck preps, ghetto preps, and others (that's me).
Ghetto prep is basically universal, although I promise you, my land is its birthplace. It consists of baggy jeans and a large, preppy t-shirt (preferrably American Eagle); overly expensive, clean shoes are not an option, they're required. They talk ghetto, but they're mostly like white kids trying to be black. Scary.
A ghetto redneck prep is probably the embodiment of my worst nightmares. This freakish clique involves baggy jeans, chains, a t-shirt (does not matter what kind as long as it's baggy and fashionable), boots, and some article of the Confederacy (Pun. I'm sorry, smack me.). These things are usually into nascar...maybe rap or maybe country. Maybe both. Speaks ghetto with a redneck accent. Basically, a white kid trying to be black trying to be white.
With that out of the way, I present: Drama Queen Theatre. Please, no smoking, food, or drink inside the thread.
Now that I have your attention, I feel I should give you warning first off:
I am a drama queen. I like angst, I cry a lot. I also love the works of Jhonen Vasquez, who is a god.
No, wait, don't turn back yet, this isn't going to be an angsty goth notebook full of bad poetry.
It's an account of my life, or at least the funny, interesting parts. I figure a lot of you sadists can laugh at my pain.
You see, I was born in the hills of "Ol' Virginny." Believe everything you hear, it's true. The school has a one line dress code: Thou Shalt Wear Camoflauge. I thought they'd close the schools and have a countywide day of mourning when Dale Earnhardt died. No, really. The next day, half my schoolmates were in black, and most of the rest were in black camoflauge.
I'll admit, I'm a freak/geek. I wear all black, mostly, sometimes jeans and an anime or game t-shirt to break the monotony, but mostly all black. When I'm not scaring my peers with my almost vampiric aura, I'm annoying the hell out of them with my overbubbly happy game/anime/computer stuff. But you don't care about that. You're here to read about stupid rednecks, right?
Well, Land-o-Goshen, that's whut yer gunna git. (Authentic redneck-speak!)
Before I get into the rednecks, I must explain two horrors the local schools have created:
The ghetto preps, and the ghetto redneck preps. I will admit, our school has some diversity, if not exactly the kind I want. There's preps (they're EVERYWHERE), rednecks, ghetto kids, ghetto redneck preps, ghetto preps, and others (that's me).
Ghetto prep is basically universal, although I promise you, my land is its birthplace. It consists of baggy jeans and a large, preppy t-shirt (preferrably American Eagle); overly expensive, clean shoes are not an option, they're required. They talk ghetto, but they're mostly like white kids trying to be black. Scary.
A ghetto redneck prep is probably the embodiment of my worst nightmares. This freakish clique involves baggy jeans, chains, a t-shirt (does not matter what kind as long as it's baggy and fashionable), boots, and some article of the Confederacy (Pun. I'm sorry, smack me.). These things are usually into nascar...maybe rap or maybe country. Maybe both. Speaks ghetto with a redneck accent. Basically, a white kid trying to be black trying to be white.
With that out of the way, I present: Drama Queen Theatre. Please, no smoking, food, or drink inside the thread.
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