Diary of an Outcast
Entry 1
20/01/07
Well, here goes nothing. I'm not going to be all weird about this being a diary, it's a diary, what of it. If I get caught with it I'm not going to get all defensive and start calling it a journal. I think of it as a diary, so who gives a shit if it's ment to be 'a girls thing'. I have no idea how to start this so I'll just jump right in and write about my day. I had school. It sucked, to put it mildly. But then, when does school ever not suck?. I mean seriously, the damn thing doesn't even teach you what you actually need to know about to survive in the real world. Things like how to do your taxes, or how to interview for, much less quit, a job. They don't even teach you how to set up your fucking resume in the first place. Don't even get me started on the curriculum. It's so fucking easy that it makes my brain melt. I usually end up looking out the window at a passing bird or butterfly or daydreaming, anything but listen to the teacher drone on and on.
I'm known in my school as a 'trouble maker', just because I correct an idiot teacher if he or she says something that's so wrong I simply cannot ignore it and end up arguing with them until I'm sent to detention.At least, that's how it went until I was sent to the class for the 'rejects', basically the disabled, troublemakers and idiots. You can bet your ass it's one of the things the idiot bullies give me shit for. That and my 'emo' clothes. Which is stupid, I'm not a fucking emo, even if I was who cares?, it means over emotional for fucks sake, it's not a style, allthough I guess it is now, since everyone says it is. You know what they say, 'if enough people say the wrong thing it becomes right'.
Ok I've gone a little off track. So, school. My day wasn't particularly good or bad. Basically I just did what I usually do. Argued with my teacher (for refusing to do a maths quiz so simple a 4th grader could do it), got sent to detention, put up with the 'coolies' (that's what the cool kids call themselves, it's so lame it makes me want to throw up my guts) shit, got a black eye for calling the school quarterback a simple minded meatsuit, went to the nurses office, and spent the second lunch break hanging out with my best friend Chance. Chance is cool, the real cool, not what is considered cool by the masses. He's such a weirdo freak I love it, probably because I'm a weirdo freak too.
We love making comedic videos. I have heaps of alter-egos, my two favourites being Lightning Thunderstein (A Jewish man who enjoys to rock and roll. Sometimes rips his shirt off. Tolerates any religion, especially the black one. And most importantly will buy you anything you want if you sex him up. There's a lot more to him but I can't be bothered writing it all down right now) and Rupert Johnson, my Sweeney Todd Character (I fucking LOVE Sweeney Todd). We have this show we do called Captain Cold, Lightning Thunderstein is Captain Colds (he's a superhero) new room mate, he actually refers Captain to a barber who happens to be Rupert Johnson. It's awesome.
This is getting too long, I'll wrap it up by saying after school I went home and worked on a song and practiced the guitar, even though in my band (oh that's right I forgot to say, I'm in a band, it's called Biersack, we've only played one show and I'm currently in-between members, I'm toying with the name BlackVeil Brides as a name change, because of the nuns and how they marry into the church and give away the normal things of life to pursue what they love. I feel like this is what I want my band to be like, to give everything to be able to pursue our dream of becoming a band. That's why I'm on the lookout for members, I need guys -or girls even- who want this just as bad as I do) I just sing, I still like to be able to use the guitar when writing songs. Anyway, thats it for this entry I guess.
Well, here goes nothing. I'm not going to be all weird about this being a diary, it's a diary, what of it. If I get caught with it I'm not going to get all defensive and start calling it a journal. I think of it as a diary, so who gives a shit if it's ment to be 'a girls thing'. I have no idea how to start this so I'll just jump right in and write about my day. I had school. It sucked, to put it mildly. But then, when does school ever not suck?. I mean seriously, the damn thing doesn't even teach you what you actually need to know about to survive in the real world. Things like how to do your taxes, or how to interview for, much less quit, a job. They don't even teach you how to set up your fucking resume in the first place. Don't even get me started on the curriculum. It's so fucking easy that it makes my brain melt. I usually end up looking out the window at a passing bird or butterfly or daydreaming, anything but listen to the teacher drone on and on.
I'm known in my school as a 'trouble maker', just because I correct an idiot teacher if he or she says something that's so wrong I simply cannot ignore it and end up arguing with them until I'm sent to detention.At least, that's how it went until I was sent to the class for the 'rejects', basically the disabled, troublemakers and idiots. You can bet your ass it's one of the things the idiot bullies give me shit for. That and my 'emo' clothes. Which is stupid, I'm not a fucking emo, even if I was who cares?, it means over emotional for fucks sake, it's not a style, allthough I guess it is now, since everyone says it is. You know what they say, 'if enough people say the wrong thing it becomes right'.
Ok I've gone a little off track. So, school. My day wasn't particularly good or bad. Basically I just did what I usually do. Argued with my teacher (for refusing to do a maths quiz so simple a 4th grader could do it), got sent to detention, put up with the 'coolies' (that's what the cool kids call themselves, it's so lame it makes me want to throw up my guts) shit, got a black eye for calling the school quarterback a simple minded meatsuit, went to the nurses office, and spent the second lunch break hanging out with my best friend Chance. Chance is cool, the real cool, not what is considered cool by the masses. He's such a weirdo freak I love it, probably because I'm a weirdo freak too.
We love making comedic videos. I have heaps of alter-egos, my two favourites being Lightning Thunderstein (A Jewish man who enjoys to rock and roll. Sometimes rips his shirt off. Tolerates any religion, especially the black one. And most importantly will buy you anything you want if you sex him up. There's a lot more to him but I can't be bothered writing it all down right now) and Rupert Johnson, my Sweeney Todd Character (I fucking LOVE Sweeney Todd). We have this show we do called Captain Cold, Lightning Thunderstein is Captain Colds (he's a superhero) new room mate, he actually refers Captain to a barber who happens to be Rupert Johnson. It's awesome.
This is getting too long, I'll wrap it up by saying after school I went home and worked on a song and practiced the guitar, even though in my band (oh that's right I forgot to say, I'm in a band, it's called Biersack, we've only played one show and I'm currently in-between members, I'm toying with the name BlackVeil Brides as a name change, because of the nuns and how they marry into the church and give away the normal things of life to pursue what they love. I feel like this is what I want my band to be like, to give everything to be able to pursue our dream of becoming a band. That's why I'm on the lookout for members, I need guys -or girls even- who want this just as bad as I do) I just sing, I still like to be able to use the guitar when writing songs. Anyway, thats it for this entry I guess.
Notes
So this is my new fic, I wanted something I could just get up and write whatever in without planning ahead like I do for Suffer in Silence. Once my new phone is up and ready to go I'm hoping to be able to update this often, and refer it to those who still (if any do) read SIS so they have something to read of mine (if it's my style they like as well as the story) while they wait for the next chapters.
Anyway I hope you like it, comment and let me know what you think :)
