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Sunday, February 28, 2010

The "My Immortal" Experiment-- You Bastards Owe Me For This One

Alright, I'm going to be doing this stream of consciousness, as I listen to it. Even with all my anger, I'm not strong enough in the Metal to overcome the horror of "My Immortal" in text form. So I'm suffering through the dramatic readings of it. I hope to god this thing isn't more than forty chapters. And yet, I somehow think it mihgt. Only half-way through chapter 2, and the writer, henceforth pronounced "she", or "the Dark One", or something of the type and OH MY GOD I JUST DIED HEARING THIS LAST EXCHANGE BETWEEN HER AND DRACO MALFOY (cause it's a fanfic, people!) THAT MAKES ME WANT TO KILL MYSLEF. Anyway, back on topic, she's got at least 50 horrific misspellings and she's taken asides to describe her clothes and makeup. Slit wrists, really? Apparently, Goths drink human blood.

(Oh, quick note of aside-yness: I am not a Goth, but I am aware of what they are. I like them more than Emos anyway. They do not shop at Hot Topic, or listen to Good Charlotte or Marilyn Manson, or care about anybodies' opinion [which is why we should leave them the fuck alone and concentrate on fighting the scuorge of both our existnecs, Emos])

Car has changed TYPE!

Going to have an aside to explain what the fuck is going on, huh bitch? Good plan. Why is she spelling evything Goff? And oh crhist, now the porn has started. Dumbledore just asked "wat the hell r u doin u motherfukkers?"

My soul is dying. I can FUCKING FEEL IT WITHERING!

Also I like Harry Potter: pointing out: Slytherin's dorm is in the dungeons. Dumbledore's office is on the fifth floor. (And fuck off if you say HP is bullshit, you uncultured cunts. It's sodding BRILLIANT.)

BLOOOOOOOD.

Slamming my fukking brain against computre right now.

Haryy Poter is now caledd Vampier. Evretnihg is becomnig disjnoited.

Mary Sue FOR THE WIN! GOD MODE SUE! GOD MODE SUE WILL SEE US TOWARD THE LIGHT!

Adverbs will kill me. Oh please, bitch. You get all pudrsih about acutally saynig penis and pussy after you pull out dis ovver shyt? Guy doing dramtaic reading is breaknig down wif laguhetr. Hermione's real name is Hermione's real name is Hermione's real name is *SLAP* Hermione Smith, and she's really a Stanasit vamprie.

God let this be wirtetn by a porfsseional troll.

"Vlodemort gave me a gun". Vlodemort has telekinesis, and spaeks wif thees and thous and I'm glitching bang bang rather watch babies eat eachother nytng but this crycrycrycrycry.

She actually has to tell us what the fukk shes thinking on the plot. Draco is silting his rits. And also had a gay filng wif Harry and everyone es a vampire. ENOUGH ASIDES WITH THE PLOT TO THE DISBELIEVING AUDIENCE BITCH. "See is ths chptr is shrupid!" YES PLEASE COMMIT SUICIDE SO THIS DAMN SOTRY STOPS. Loopin and Snap are apparently masticating to her taking a bath. "Abra Kadabra" shouts Loopin. Hargrid is magical. She shoots everyone. Hargrid is a Stanasit. 50 Cent did a gothic song? Slightly confusing is a fucking udnrestaemnet.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH taking a break for a few minutes. Looking back at what I wrote, I'm seeing a lot of red lines. This thing has lowered my brain-power. Suddenly, I think that this might not have been the best idea. Sorry for the spelling errors, but I won't delete them because, hey, it's a visual reminder of the destructive power of this "story". Its like reading something written by one of my ex-girlfriends, who's name is Jillian Smith and she lives somewhere in Illinois and this is her twitter page. See? I am a merciful God-- I give you a face to direct your hate at.

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San Jose, California, United States
From beginnings that almost made me one of the dreaded "beautiful people", I've dedicated myself to one simple goal: making sure I stay the HELL away from mainstream pop culture. As a secondary goal, I wanted nothing more than to have a helping hand in rearing the third wave of angry, mal-adjusted, overly-intellectual nerds. Heavy metal. Comic books. Movies. Sci-fi. Lord of the Rings. Led Zeppelin. Conan the Barbarian. Conan the (now-ex) Late-Night Host. Bizarre sexual fantasies involving women of varying degrees of badassedness. Bruce Campbell. Joss Whedon. All of these things, and so, so much more, I will address. And rave about. Or pan, as it may be necessary to do. Till Ragnarok, my brothers! Excelsior!