Feel the Wrath of Meg

I hate people.
Really. It's mind-boggling how much dislike one can really feel for the human race.
So, whether you're into horse racing or not, many of you have probably heard of Big Brown. He was such the favorite in the Kentucky Derby, and the Preakness, then went on to win both races. Now, he has a cut in his hoof. And they're still going to let him race because he has a chance at the triple crown.
A chance. There are no guarantees. There's another chance, however, that he could wind up dying because these insensitive, greedy idiots are going to let their horse race.
Is the triple crown really, really worth the major possibility of killing your horse?
Because that's what they'll be doing.
Try Eight Belles, the Filly horse that ran the Kentucky Derby this year. She tripped and broke both front legs and had to be put down because she couldn't support herself. And why? Oh, more than likely because they give horses steroids to build up the muscle. Well guess what, braniacs? It doesn't build everything. When you're making a normally smaller horse that big, their legs just can't handle it.
Slowly but surely, they killed her.
I'll say it again, not for the first nor second time.
I.
Hate.
People.

The big Avril Lavigne post

Well, it had to come sooner or later.
First off, Abbey if you read this one, please read it over once or twice to make sure the point is firmly imprinted on your brain before you eat me. Just, you know, to be sure. Braaap.

So.
First let me go on this.
I don't honestly care too much about your opinion. This is mine, take it or leave it.
Now, I'd appreciate if you don't start saying "Oooh Avril's so whiny, blah blah blah".
If that's how you're going to be, please back away now.
I shall blast out my opinion, then you can comment yours.
Capeche?
Capeche.

Basically, I think if you really hate the girl that much, my first question is "how much have you listened to from her?"
I mean, I, personally, still like her newest album. Yeah, it's a little more pop, but so what?
"She changed, it's not her."
Shut up. Her face is on the album cover, it IS her. People change. Get over it. She's not Miley Cyrus and she's not Marilyn Manson. Why do you have to be one or the other? Why do you have to be what you were before? Screw that. Things happen, and people change.
That doesn't mean they're bad. It just means it's different.

Remind me again, why is avril considered whiny to so many people? Hmm?
[Manda, you can answer this, after you read the rest.]
Unless you're one of the uninformed idiots who like to call her emo and whiny when you've only heard two or three of her songs, then I don't see how you get to that assumption.
She is not whiny. Listen to a few songs in their entirety without going into it with your stupid little pessimistic attitude on her.
Anything But Ordinary, Nobody's Fool, My World, etc.
Just for the sake of all that is good, shut your trap if you haven't given it a chance.

Now to the 'punk' theme of things.
[This, Abbey, is basically where I'm asking you not to eat me, to read it twice before you eat me. You know I love her stuff.]
Avril, in my opinion, is not punk. Not really. Time Again, The Sex Pistols, the Ramones, they are punk. Avril...well it's iffy. I'm not really big on calling things 'pop punk'. Call it what you will, just my opinion. I think it's either punk, or it's not. Avril is awesome, but she's just not what I think of punk.
Why? Well, her songs are, like the vast majority of artist, usually about relationships. I'm not saying there's anything wrong with that. I'm just saying that punk music - usually - tends to be about a bit more [political stuff, annoyances, everything.]

So. That's the Avril post.
More or less.

*Please note, this isn't against the girl at all. I love Avril. I'm just giving random opinions on particular stuff that people complain about with her because I've got nothing better to do at the moment.

The Indianapolis 500 has come and gone, yet again.

Oh, so close, yet so far.
So. Updates.

None of the three women on the racetrack finished.
Milka Duno spun out, Sarah Fisher crashed into Tony Kanaan when Marco Andretti drove under him, leaving Kanaan no where to go.
Danica Patrick was pushed coming out of the pits, by Ryan Briscoe. And she was not happy about it, a fact that was made clear when she started making her way to Briscoe's pit crew after not being able to restart. She did not make it there, as she was pulled away before her destination.
Danica rocks.

So, yet again it was not a year for the women.
It was also not a year for Andretti Green Racing, as mentioned above, two of the team's four drivers in the 500 did not finish. Those two being Danica Patrick and Tony Kanaan.

The other two racers for Andretti Green however, didn't do all too badly. Hideki Mutoh finished and Marco Andretti placed.
Again, so close, yet so far.
An Andretti hasn't won the Indianapolis 500 since 1969, when Marco's grandfather, Mario Andretti won the race. Father Michael never won, but holds the record for altogether most laps led.

One third of the 33 were first-time Indy racers. That's eleven people who'd never done the 500 before.
And quite a few racers didn't finish. Besides the three women and Kanaan, a few others that didn't make it to the end: A.J. Foyt IV, Grahm Rahal, Justin Wilson, and Marty Roth, this year's oldest racer on the track.

The winner's circle was made up of three racers.
In 3rd, was the Indiana Jones car of Marco Andretti
2nd was Vitor Meira
And in 1st was Scott Dixon.

So, yes, it could have been better, but it wasn't all too bad.

And the cynical posts continue. WARNING: Moody, dramatic content which you probably don't want to waste your time on.

Well. This sucks.
My internet connection bites tonight.
Email won't open.
All of those infuriatingly sickening family and friend health problems are really coming back now, for some reason. Maybe because it's been 3 years since my aunt died? Almost 4 for my neighbor? Hmm. I wonder.
Can't stop thinking about the one person that I wish the universe would stop reminding me of. Which it won't, because I can't pick up a book, listen to music, go out, watch tv, or talk to anyone without being reminded somehow or some way.
My teacher won't grade this one assignment so I can move on from it, [because it was the single most idiotic assignment ever created.]
And now, I find out that I'm probably going to lose another aunt. For reasons I'd just rather not explain here.
Idiots in Wal-Mart are just retarded. They refuse to get out of the way.
Everything is just kind of screwed up right now.
I'm screwed up.
Yippee for Meg. She just can't take anymore.
Sound pathetic? Yes, yes it does.
Do I care? Not a bit.
"Oh Meg, you're so dramatic. Don't you know the rest of the world has problems too?"
Yes. I do. But bite me for ranting because I've got nothing better to do.
Sorry for taking up three minutes of your busy life.

Normality itself is completely redundant.

I see the world differently than most people.
I like stranger things than most people.
I don't like the idea of being a carbon-copy of the rest of the world.
I'm stubborn and opinionated and I either don't shut up or don't say 5 words all day.
I completely understand that very few people actually understand me. I'd bet that quite a few think they do. It's only the few people I'm closest to that get me at all. And I think I even surprise them more often than not.
I usually forgive easily, but I never, ever forget when someone's done something to require forgiveness.
I often phrase things so oddly that people have to read a sentence four times to comprehend it.
And I don't see why anyone would want to be normal.
Because really, what is 'normal'?
One's outlook on the world and it's inhabitants can be so utterly different from another's. How can anyone truly define what 'normal' is? If you think about it - really think about it - it's like the ultimate question. Almost tied with 'the meaning of life' question.
Why be what the world says you should be? So you'll be well-liked? Negative. You'll be criticized worse than before.
I, in all honesty, don't see the point.
You're not going to be happy. And then you wind up just waiting for things to crash around you.
I'm taking this from an email I just sent to a friend, but I said it better there anyway.
If you sit waiting for something to screw everything else up, then of course nothing good is going to come of it. You can't just wait for things to fall apart. If it happens, it happens. But letting it isn't going to make anything else any better. Take the good things as they come, and just learn to deal with the bad ones.You'll regret it more if you don't, than trying to brace yourself for what may never come.

A difficult theory.

Really, it is.
Confusing. Hard to grip the mind around.
People are very often afraid of what they don't know. Scared of the unknown, simply enough.
But other times, if they can't see it, they are completely comfortable.
There are these two or three dogs that live in a house just up the street from where I live. Very few people in the neighborhood liked them. They used to be enclosed in a small, rickety brown fence. Which they broke once. They gate hung loose and we saw the dogs in our backyard.
Recently, I believe more people have been complaining. Our mailbox is set right in front of the yard of said house, and my mom never liked stopping there if the dogs were outside because they're 'vicious.'
The owners have just put up a high, sturdy-looking, tight white fence.
No more problems.
The dogs are still there, but no one is annoyed any more.
See?
They aren't afraid, just so long as there's nothing frightening to look at.

Be afraid

There's something cold and blank behind her smile
She's standing on an overpass
In her miracle mile
You were from a perfect world
A world that threw me away today
Today to run away

I love watching people's reactions when I tell them I like Marilyn Manson.

"Ehh, why? He's creepy..."

"The guy's like the spawn of Satan, how could you like him?"

"Freak."

"His music's terrible. Why don't you listen to, like, My Chemical Romance or something?"


Aha. Right.
Problem here? People never give the guy a chance.
What's so creepy? The fact that he wears a lot of black and happens to like make-up? The songs themselves? The image that everyone's given him?
Something to think about.
Yes, a good many of the songs aren't exactly what you'd beg as 'wholesome' or 'PG rated'.
Sorry if you were looking for the Telletubies and didn't get them.
But if your looking for lyrics that make you use that knot between your shoulders just a little bit?
Whoohoo. Welcome to Manson-Land.
And no, for those wondering, Marilyn Manson is not his real name.
If I'm correct, his real name is Brian Warner. The 'Marilyn Manson' bit came into play how exactly? Well, Marilyn Monroe and Charles Manson. Mix 'em together and BAM. There you go.
[If you don't know who Charles Manson is, look him up. I can't be bothered to explain. I'm assuming everyone knows who Marilyn Monroe is. If not, then there's something so wrong with you that it would take me forever to even explain that there's something wrong with you.]
The videos are 'dark'? Aww. You poor thing. Yes, they are sometimes.
And yes, many of those videos have meanings. Gasp. Didn't think so? Shame.
I was scared to death two years ago. Oh, but poor unenlightened me didn't know any better then.
Anybody realize how much of an artist this guy is? [And no, I don't mean just singing and the videos. I mean art.]
I'm going to post things now.
Listen or don't.
Watch or don't.
Your choice. I'm not pushing anyone.

Lyrics at the top from 'Coma White'. [Video from YouTube]
'Disposable Teens', 'This Is The New Shit', 'The Reflecting God' from PureVolume.com [No video, just audio.]
'mOBSCENE' [video from YouTube. Eh...Kinda PG-13. Braaap.]

So yeah.
Please excuse my sleep-deprived rant.
No need to listen to anything.
Just ignore me. I shan't be offended.

Way to go, Mr. A.

So, if you're an American Idol junkie, or if you're like me and just watch the show because you have nothing better to do on Tuesday/Wednesday nights and are under the false impression that 'reality TV' will ever become less fixed, read on.
David Archuleta. Highly favored among many. Can't say his name without a bunch of screaming teenagers. [And why this is, I will never know. He has a good voice, but augh.]
Now, news is swirling that his father has been banned from rehearsals.
Why?
Because he was 'helping' David pick songs. And worse, he got him to change some of the lyrics to one certain song. Badness? Yes, because now American Idol has to pay the writer of that song for changing the lyrics, and clearly no one's happy about it.
So daddy Archuleta's been banned [smooth move, Mr. A], the kid is definitely not a hip-hop artist [as highlighted by last night's show, when he sang Chris Brown's 'With You'] and he definitely, definitely cannot dance.
Though I'm not one to speak since I'm about as coordinated as a balloon in a tornado.
Not to mention the fact that Syesha Mercado and David Cook completely and fully [in my opinion and that of my families] out sang him this week. I still want David [Cook] to win. The fact that the judges didn't like Syesha's rendition of 'Fever' had my mom in a tizzy all night.
I shall be interested to see who is voted off on tonight's episode.
Like I said, I have nothing better to do.

I have not [officially] dropped off the face of the earth...

Yet.
No, I have not abandoned my poor blog, of course not.
I've simply been busy and slightly out of it for a while.
Sorry, don't eat me. I have returned from my grave.
And so on and so forth.
What? I was loaded with library books to read.
That brings me to one point.
The Door Within Trilogy by Wayne Thomas Batson is absolutely brilliant.
Read the first two, and am currently waiting for the third to be picked up from the library, read by my sister, and then passed to me for final inspection.
I am shaking with excitement, really I am.
My other sister has finally started in on Twilight.
Saw a preview for the movie on www.myspace.com/trailerpark last night. Looks pretty decent.
And I say that because trailers so often make movies seem good, yet they actually suck.
And vice versa.
So since the Twilight trailer wasn't the most brilliant thing on the planet, and keeping in mind that they aren't yet fully finished with the film in the first place, I think it might actually turn out alright.
Whoop.
Other books to check out:
I Am The Wallpaper - Mark Peter Hughes
Fat Kid Rules The World - K.L. Going
The Chronicles of Ancient Darkness Series - Michelle Paver

On to the next thing.
Oh, I got a cell phone.
Be jealous, those of you without one, be jealous.
Yuh.
Red [which is actually a brown/red/burgundy/purple looking color, for lack of a better explanation] Motorola i880. Pretty snazzy.
It's a camera phone. With Bluetooth. And Nextel Direct Connect. Music player.
It's rad. Totally rad. Yep.
So yeah. There's that.

Ummm.

I may possibly be away for another two weeks in June.
As I wrote a few posts back, I did get accepted to that student journalism summer program, and since it is a little on the far side, we may be staying over there.
Well, my mom and I. Rather than driving back and forth every single day for two weeks.
Not including weekends.
Ooh.
I get weekends off.
I'm not sure if you'd categorize that as work or school, but probably a mix of both.
Ah well.
In any case, that's the reason for the phone.
So I don't care how we get there.

What else to say....
I'm not sure that I mentioned that I got new shoes, Bullet For My Valentine's The Poison CD, a notebook and more wite-out last week.
If I did, well boo, I just said it again.
And my sister got Three Days Grace's self-titled disc.
So I have those songs too.
And I can't think of any more updates.
Doesn't matter.
I have wite-out.