Please note: This opinions reflect that of the author (which is me) and it does not necessarily mean that I give a rat's ass that you don't like them! Ha...I'm a bitch, I know...basically if you don't like what I'm saying...bitch in the Guestbook and all that jazz...I find it amusing!
Rant #3 Sometimes I Just Don't Know Where to Draw the Line...
Okay, This entry replaced my last not-so-nice one I wrote about the confusing world of parenthood. I wrote some things that were TOTALLY innappropriate and immature, considering the fact that I think of myself as an adult. I sure didn't conduct myself as one.
My mom is a very reasonable lady, but like all mothers, she has that instinct to protect her children even if that means throwing herself in the way of a bullet. It can get annoying to us teenagers, but our ignorance (especially mine) blinds us to the fact that moms are looking after our best interests. I totally took things out of proportion and this is one thing I'm going to have to learn from. Respect your parents, kids. What I did was probably the most selfish and disrespectful things I could ever do, and for what? A few laughs???
That last rant was intended for humour, but I took it waaaaaaaay too far, and I regret it emmensely. I am really lucky compared to some kids out there...I know one girl who lives with her boyfriend after getting kicked out of her house at 15. FIFTEEN!!! And you know who helped her along the way? My mom, that's right...the same woman I UNJUSTLY made out to be some kind of control freak from Hell. You know who would take in that girl as her own child in a heartbeat? My MOM.
Mom, if you read this...I'm sorry. You are one of the most incredible people I could ever have the pleasure of knowing, let alone to be your KID. You have overcome every possible obstacle that had been placed infront of you...I know that I can use you as an example when hardships come my way because I know that I will be faced with obstacles when I go to college. I'll sitting in my dorm, basking in the glory of my "new found freedom" by eating leftover Kraft Dinner and trying to dig change out of the couch cushions. All the while the main thought that would be going through my mind is what I left behind at home...the comfort of knowing that you have money in your pockets to afford little luxuries like Simple Plan concerts, the fact that you always had a meal on the table even if it was the dreaded scalloped potatoes (shudder), and someone that you have taken for granted all of your life that is always there for you when you need her...the same person who will be at the phone when I call her while I'm living two hours away.
I'm utterly ashamed and disgusted at myself, but that's all hindsight now...I have to move on and try to make up for the embarrassment that I caused the person that I love the most in the world. We've grown so close the past couple of years, and I go and blow her trust by doing something as ridiculous and immature as that stupid and generally false rant. And you want to know what else? It was my MOM who helped me to convince my brother to take me to the show, because she knew how badly I wanted to go.
Mom, here's something I think you'll enjoy...I didn't write this, I am not as talented a poet as you. Instead, these are lyrics from a group called Good Charlotte which pretty much sum up how I feel about you.
Thank You Mom -- Good Charlotte
I'm sitting here, I'm thinking back to a time when I was young
My memory is clear as day
I'm listening to the dishes clink, you were downstairs, you would sing
Songs of praise...
And all the times we laughed with you and all the times that you stayed true to us
Now we say...
I said I thank you, I'll always thank you
More than you could know, than I could ever show
And I love you, I'll always love you
There's nothing I won't do to say these words to you
That you're beautiful forever....
You were my mom, you were my dad
The only thing I ever had was you...it's true
And even when the times got hard you were there to let us know
That we'd get through...
You showed me how to be a (wo)man (lol--sorry...I had to change that)
You taught me how to understand the things people do (even when I don't understand some of the things that I do!)
You showed me how to love my God
You taught me that not everyone knows the truth
And I thank you, I'll always thank you
More than you would know, than I could ever show
And I love you, I'll always love you
There's nothing I won't do to say these things to you
That you're beautiful forever...
Okay, I had to change some things in there (all that was in brackets) but this song is basically what my mom is to me. I screwed up and I wish that these words were actually mine, but unfortunately, mom, I didn't inherit your poetic genius. (My mom is an AMAZING poet...she could probably get stuff published...)
I love you mom, and I am proud and honoured to be you daughter (even though I don't always show it!)
Rant #2 January 21st -- The Sum 41 Fallout
Okay I admit it, I was once a Sum 41 fan. I used to joke around with my friends posing for pics doing that obnoxious Sum 41 salute thing, (how young and naive I was then.)
Even though they sucked at Edgefest (I mean, they were almost intolerable...I can't stand Whibley's voice), I still liked them.
And then I saw Live@Much with Sum 41.
During that fateful day, I saw the asshole side of these guys. Not only did they look bored, unimpressed and impatient, they way they spoke to their fans was appalling!
I swear I saw Jay (Cone) roll his eyes at questions (doesn't he know that that is a big "NO-NO" when answering a question no matter how dumb it is...I thought his attitude resembled a mix of my prima-donna, spoiled little sister and my two-year-old brother when he has a soiled diaper.)
Things like that bother me. Fans are what make a band's dreams come true. Do you think Sum 41 would be on bills like Warped, Edgefest 2, and Snow Jam without having a loyal following of fans behind them?
And what gratitude did they show? I think they were just shy of telling them all to fuck off at Live@Much. I was disgusted.
And also, (not sure how true this is) I heard that a band that Sum used to play shows with before they were big approached them at one of their shows. When asked if they remembered them, Sum 41 scoffed and said "Yeah, but look where we are now." (Like I said, don't know how true that is, so I'm not totalling taking it in to context...just thought I would mention it...I thought they were pricks prior to hearing about this incident.)
Also, trashing hotel rooms when you're pissed drunk is NOT cool! I mean, it just proves what ingrateful, disrespectful brats they are! (Deryck has quoted doing this...it's true.) Too many rockstars do that these days...and it's just plain stupid! I mean, when they're old and fat, sitting on their Lay-Zee Boys, in beer stained wifebeaters and bleach stained track pants , they're gonna be bragging about their days when they were ignorant little rockstars who trashed hotel rooms and got away with it CAUSE THEIR FUCKING RECORD LABEL BAILED THEM OUT, and who will be impressed then?
Anyways, I'm gonna end this here, because I think you catch my drift. I have never met them, and if I do, maybe my perspective will change on them, but this is how it stands at the moment. There are times I can tolerate them, in fact, I truly like "Handle This", it's a good song.
Oooh...I think I'm gonna get a lot of death threats from this...meh
RANT #1 (dun dun dun...) Dec. 21st
HOORAY FOR SANTA CLAUS!
Anyways, I was signing someone's Guestbook a few minutes ago when someone had written in their book "How can you be punk when your e-mail name is "hockeygurl" and all that jazz. So what, the girl likes hockey, she likes punk rock. So do I! Just because there is some retarded and redundant "feud" between "jocks" and "punks"; someone who likes both sports and punk rock is a "poser".
If that's the case, I'M A POSER AND DAMN PROUD OF IT!
And another thing...I thought "punk" was trying to break away stereotypes but this particular person used that lame stereotype that you hafta hate jocks, preps and everyone and everything to be punk. THAT IS FUCKING RETARDED!!!
Hatred is what fucked up this world in the first place. Hatred caused Sept. 11, thousands of people killed because of hate.
The tragic day has given me a new perspective on life...I will not hate, I will not judge, and I will enjoy things for what they're worth. To relate this back to punks, I will listen to punk music, but I will not go out of my way to act a certain way to be considered "punk rock", and if that means I'm going to be called a "poser" then well, I guess I am one.
