So I think I've pretty much given up on Human Pets.
Alex "my little emo" Tired - 14 years, 6 months, 22 days ago

Picture a dark room. A girl, about fourteen or fifteen, is sitting on her bed crying. Then, she hears the words from the song on the radio. “You don’t love you anymore, cast your demons aside, keep them close enough to know what you’re running from.” She looks up, and for the first time in months, there is hope in her eyes. That girl was me two years ago.
The lyrics I heard were from the song “Demons” by Bayside. I’d never heard of them before, but I’ll never forget the first time I heard them. That’s when I really started to listen to emo. In the following years, I’ve adopted the style most people think of when they think “emo”: skinny jeans, band tshirt, converse shoes. And I’ve seen hostility towards myself at school. I’ve had kids tell me to go cry in the corner and cut myself.
Emo was originally called emotive hardcore, and evolved from both hard punk and pop punk in the mid 1980’s. It began with two bands: Embrace, and Rites of Spring. Though these bands were only around for about a year, the founders of each band would meet and form another band, Fugazi. Fugazi, while not emo, inspired Jimmy Eat World, who, in turn, inspired Dashboard Confessional. Until Dashboard Confessional, emo wasn’t really recognized as a true genre of music. When Dashboard Confessional was founded, other bands started popping up, and new fans of emo began to pop up. These fans would also be called “emo”.
The stereotypical emo is shy, introverted, and angst ridden. They’re suicidal, depressed, and cut themselves. Yes, there are some like this. But most of the people who identify as “emo” don’t cut. They may be depressed, but the music may be the only reason that they don’t cut, that they’re still alive. I know it’s a huge part of why I’m still here.
I get yelled at in the hallway, telling to go cry in my corner, to stop whining about my “perfect” life. Other people that follow the emo movement are commonly told the same things. More than once, emo music has been blamed for the suicides of teens. A few years back, a girl named Hannah Bond killed herself, and her parents blamed emo for glamorizing suicide. In Russia, a law has even been proposed at the Duma to regulate emo websites and forbid emo style at schools and government buildings, for fear of it becoming a dangerous teen trend, promoting self injury, depression, and even suicide.
Emo doesn’t promote suicide. More than once, it’s given me the strength to keep on living. And when my best friend was taken from me in a car accident in December, the song “Winter” by Bayside got me through it. Winter is about the death of their drummer, who was also killed in a car accident. The fact that I had something to relate to meant so much to me. It always will.
Emo isn’t a style. It’s not a type of music. It’s a way of life.

Alex "my little emo" Tired - 15 years, 1 month, 24 days ago

- ฃฮฉธฃ - says:
i bet that was the worst 2 minutes of her life
- ฃฮฉธฃ - says:
LOLOLOL
[when you see my face hope it gives you hell] says:
LMFAO
- ฃฮฉธฃ - says:
:D
- ฃฮฉธฃ - says:
was probably like having an epileptic person fall down and have a seizure on top o fher
[when you see my face hope it gives you hell] says:
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Alex "my little emo" Tired - 15 years, 4 months, 28 days ago

Hannah: I would much rather them say "can i touch your boob" than "can i touch your breast" cuz it sounds like they're gonna eat me.
Alicia: No, it's bresticles
Alex: No, it's CHESTICLES!
Ms. Peters: WHAT about testicles?

Meredith: [describes random blood condition only guys in her family can get]
Ms. Peters: Why don't you do everyone a favor and just not reproduce? [cracks up] Hahahahahahahaha I made a joke!
Everyone: [stares blankly]
Ms. Peters: [stops] You know I'm joking, right, Meredith?
Everyone: [laughs asses off]

Ms. Peters: Juno! That's a great movie! I cried after I saw it, and then I was like... whoa... I was supposed to get my period a long time ago... which is probably too much information for you guys, and then the day after I found out I was prego.

Ms. Peters spent 15 minutes looking for her keys in her room... and Andrea found them within 30 seconds of starting to look.

Running joke between Alex and Andrea... we're going to paint Ms. Peters' stomach like a beach ball and turn her bastard child gay.

Ms. Peters: We can't do pwn the purgolders because they think it sounds sexual.
Hannah: How is it sexual?
Ms. Peters: I don't know, I guess it's like we're saying 'poon the purgolders'
Hannah: I don't get it. What does 'poon' mean?
Ms. Peters: Poon is a slang term for... well... um... a vagina.
Everybody: [cracks up]

Ms. Peters:[after the bell rings] thank GOD no announcement about letting kids in late.
Speaker: Attention teachers. Please allow students into your class late.
Ms. Peters: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Alex: So what do you think about all this Brett Favre insanity?
Ms. Peters: He is NOT number one on my list right now.
Alex: Really? Is he number 4?
Ms. Peters: [sticks her toungue out]

Ms. Peters: My keys... have you seen them? They jingle and have a big pink carebear on them?

Ms. Peters: You do too look like you. You look like your mom, too.
Alex: Yay! I do NOT look like my dad.
Ms. Peters: Yes, you do!
Alex: No I don't! He has a unibrow. Well, actually, he doesn't, but... MEH.

Lauren: We should have rented an elephant!
Alex: Where the fuck would we put an ELEPHANT?
Ms. Peters: [walks by] freak. FREAK.

Andrea: She was griding on a gay guy!
Alex: It's okay, he's gay!
Ms. Peters: I don't know about that, but I guess it's better than *other* things.

Ms. Peters: It's like contractions, it comes every 3-5 minutes.
Andrea: WHAT?
Ms. Peters: The noise.
Andrea: What IS that noise?
Ms. Peters: It's the little men next door. They get on their bikes when they're pissed off.

Michelle: My mom wants me to switch schools.
Ms. Peters: Why?
Alex: Too much violence.
Michelle: And something else.
Alex: What?
Michelle: I don't know if I can say it in front of Ms. Peters. It's a three letter word.
Alex: Gay?
Michelle: No. It starts with an 's'.
Random Teacher: Sex?
Michelle: Yeah!
Alex: I'm pretty sure you can say 'sex' in front of Ms. Peters.
Ms. Peters: I know what it is. I'm pregnant, remember?

Ms. Peters: Really?
Andrea: Yeah! He's hot!
Ms. Peters: Ew.
Alex: Brett Favre? Really?
Ms. Peters: Yeah.
Alex: Ew.
Ms. Peters: I don't care. He's pretty. And a jerk.

Ms. Peters: Oh, crapbags.

Andrea: I thought you could smoke at 16.
Alex: No, you can't.
[15 minutes later]
Andrea: It's my half birthday! In 6 months, I'll donate blood.
Ms. Peters: And have a smoke afterwards, right?

Andrea: Let's name Ms. Peters' fetus!
Alex: NADER!
Andrea: CHEAH! NADER!

We were walking in the hallway after school, rapping "baby got back" and Ms. Peters looked at us like 'what the fuck are you doing'. So we started dancing like idiots.

Ms. Peters: That was very, very cool! It almost made me cry (if I wasn't eating lunch, I would have). We definitely need to show this at our next meeting. Thanks for doing this! *wipes tears with sandwich*

Andrea: What are you gonna name your baby?
Alex: NADER!
Ms. Peters: NO. Baby Peters Fargen.
Alex: That name sucks.

Alex "my little emo" Tired - 15 years, 6 months, 26 days ago

fart bubble

that's all.
Alex "my little emo" Tired - 15 years, 6 months, 28 days ago