Rather depressing. I know. But rather well written, I would like to think.

While sitting in front of my computer today, working on some biology, and listening to Mumford and Sons, I started thinking. Well, thinking about more than ions in everyday life. I started thinking about death. The reason this came up in my mind is because I am currently reading an excellently written fanfiction, where one of the characters dies. The theme for the whole story is the song, After the Storm by Mumford and Sons. There. Now you have back story. Let's continue.

I started thinking about death. Now, my mom has said time and time again, "Sky burials are illigal in the US, so just stick me in the ground wrapped in a sheet when I die." Now you probably think she is the weirdest person, and I used to, too. That was until I really thought about it. She is a self proclaimed tree hugger, and thinks coffins were the stupidest things. "Why should I be preserved in a $1,000 coffin, pumped full of formaldehyde? I am dead. Who am I going to impress? Grave robbers?" I just laughed it off and chalked it up to her being her. She seriously has a point though.

...And that is where I started thinking. I realized I probably am going to want the same thing as her. That or cremation and my ashed dumped somewhere like the ocean. One of the reasons is that everyone makes funerals so depressing. I went to one for my Great-Grandpa recently, in which I sung at. I hated the song. Hated that is wasn't really related to death at all until the last part. Most of all, I hated it, because when I have to perform something, I usually end up hating it at the end because I have rehearsed it so much. I didn't actually mind the song, even though it was country. Now, whenever I hear that song, I get terribly depressed. Seriously. If I am going to have a funeral at all, they will be cranking out Ozzie, Aerosmith, Alice Cooper, you know, not depressing, and overall, a lot more fun to listen to than Amazing Grace for the 27th time. There will be balloons, and singing, and fun. I would like to think that my friend would be like, Thank gosh, she is gone. She will stop stealing my soda. I mean, I know it is a funeral, but we don't have to be depressed. (I think that is a line in a movie...) Trust me. If any of you die. I am coming, with my party playlist, and I am going to crack all the jokes I can.

Another thing is that I am terrified of funeral homes, and even more so of cemeteries. I have seen spirits (Don't laugh! I have! When you do, you will flip your shit like I actually didn't...but that is another story). Cemeteries and me. Don't mix. At all.

So...yeah. Don't bury me in a coffin. Ever. Or I will come haunt you. Don't put it past me. I will. Either way. It is probably just the overcast weather affecting me. That happens when it is just overcast. Not raining, not sunny, just, blah. Great, and I want to move to London...how is that going to work...Well, I got to go. I have Tae Kwon Do pictures soon, and I still have to get dressed. Bye! :D

Ranty Alexis is Ranty

This is a frustration rant. This will suck. And it has cursing. So, small children and the elderly, click away. You have been warned.

As most of you know, I am having a birthday party. Which my parents are renting out the whole skating rink. Why they had to do that, and not just have it during one of the normal times is beyond me. Then, we weren't confirmed for what date it was till yesterday. YESTERDAY. I have known less than 24 hours when this thing is. My parents are on me about inviting people, making sure enough people are there, when they wouldn't make a phone call a week ago. I have been bothering them to call to confirm the date for a WHOLE FREAKING WEEK. They are also on me about being behind in school, and being a total failure in life. (Not really. I just added that last part.) Either way. I told them in July that I didn't want a party, because no one ever comes. It is lonely, and usually makes me feel worse about myself than normal. Then they guilted me in with, "Oh, your sister only had 3 people come to her party because her birthday is in July. (Which is not true, she had like 10. Which is more than I ever have.) If not for you, then for her." I said yes. Then it was a joint party. So, Syd got half the control of everything. Though she got a party. Already. And people spent the night. Just...argg. So, just now. My parents guilted me again. My dad was like,"...a party we are spending $200 on." Seriously? I said I didn't want one from the get go. Now you are guilting me? Come on. Like I said, you could have had it at one of the times open for the public, and not rent out the whole freaking thing. Why? Because I was worried that I didn't have enough friends. There. I said it. I am lonely, because I am a terrible friend, and a b*tch to a lot of people. That is why I don't want a birthday party, or renting out the whole rink. Because I felt as if I did not have enough friends and the majority of the people there would be Syd's friends. I would have 5-6 of my friends there tops. Syd would have like, 25.

So there. My frustrations are mostly out. Thank you for letting me rant. I am just really frustrated right now. Mostly because I am a failure to my parents. (Though they don't say it.) I am going to go call and invite people now. Bye...

My teenage 'rebellion'...

The other day, I was sitting in my office, working on some school stuff, when my mom starts headbanging. Violently. Now this is normal in my house. What? This is normal? Yes. My favorite song when I was little was Living Dead Girl by Rob Zombie. My mom is a huge metal head, and my dad is into rock, too. So...I started thinking. I know. You all should be very scared now.
So, most kids rebel against their parents in the form of music. No? Well...whatever. I realized I kind of rebelled against mine, but not in the conventional form. Most kids listen to loud rock music, that their parent hate. Well...I kind of can't do that. Trust me. I tried. My mom asked me what the band was, because it was cool. So I went a different route. I started getting into the more indie music, which has been told to me that not a genre. I still disagree, but not important. Well, the music on the fringes of mainstream. Stuff that my parents have defined as, "Whiny pop crap."
I have slowly started listening to more rock, and listen to a lot more Project 9-6-1, a local rock station for you out of towners. Well...I guess my rebellion faze is over. For now at least. I am going to try desperately to take a nap, and if I don't succeed? Watch more Doctor Who, or read another chapter in The Great Gatsby, which by the way, I am reading for fun, and it is amazing! So...goodbye my lovelies!

Shouting out! Like loud, and stuff. Yeah....

Ok, so as you know, I love music. I listen to pretty much anything on earth. Name a band, I have probably heard of it, and if not, I will very quickly look them up and listen to everything they have. Now I think it is incredibly cool that I have friends who write music, Connor to name one. (Check him out, he is the one who got me into blogging.) I have tried multiple times. The last, not terrible sounding one had a Julie Brown flair to it, and it was about killing zombies. No lie. Oh, yeah. Shout out. Ok.

I have a friend, Alec, who writes, records, plays all his own instruments, so on. Well, when I say friend, I mean that we had 1 or 2 classes together and didn't totally hate each other. He has been doing music for a while now, and I have always enjoyed what he put up. Recently, (when I say recently, it was like 30 minutes ago, tops.) he posted a new song called Lumineuses that was really good. Probably my favorite he has posted.  Legitimately awesome. I can't stop listening to it.

So, that is my shout out. There. Don't tell I did it or anything, because I have the feeling that he doesn't like me that much. But go support him! He is totally awesome! Ok. I am done now. Good bye, everyone. I need to sleep. I have Tae Kwon Do in the morning.

Oh! One more thing! For more of his music, visit his SoundCloud page.

Ok. Now I am done. Good night. Again.