the "your all scene" rant

I posted this in a bulletin a few days ago but I thought I'd put it on here so it doesnt get lost..




Funny how most the people that now hate bring me the horizon and the rest of the so called "scene" bands used to love them and are just following a trend by cutting off their "scene" hair and saying they hate them and only like hardcore and/or heavier stuff.
Yea, sure sometimes peoples taste in music might change but it seems like everyones changing to follow another "scene" because gay little fucks that only start to listen to the music and dress and act that way to try and be "cool". By all means smack these cunts out if you see them cause I hate them too but don't just follow someone who hates these bands because of those little fucks.. Otherwise your just a "scenie" in a different scene.

Simply, try thinking for yourself. Be different. Be your own person.
You'll never get anywhere trying to be someone else and someone your not.

End of rant.

: /

I've been having some really vivid dreams lately,
the ones that seem so real that when you wake up
you still feel the emotions you felt in the dream.
In the last week I've woken up sad, angry, happy
and so scared that im near having a panic attack.

What the eff is wrong with me..?

Dreams

Ever have one of those dreams that you remember oh so
clearly.. Well i had one of those last night.


It was night time and I was standing at the Bendigo
Bank ATM in Griffith Road and for some reason there
was alot of African-American people around (not
singling anyone out.. just something I noticed as
there arent many African-American people in
Lavington.)
For some reason the Commonwealth Bank was only a
door away and there was a lady at the ATM.
Then some old lady came up and stole the lady
at the ATM's handbag.
I chased after her and couldnt seem to catch up and
ended up in the Macca's carpark where i ended up
catching her and getting the handbag back and the
old lady got into my mums car and hit me then drove
off.. :/
Then I somehow ended up at my house and that was
the end of that bit.

Then I became third person looking over what seemed
to be a swamp or wetland full of dead bodies.
I changed to being someone crawling through the
swamp and then back to third person watching a blonde
girl in a blue dress crawl through the swamp.
Then back to what I assume was looking from the girls
eye's crawling through the swamp.
All of a sudden I (the girl) stopped and layed flat on
the ground inbetween two of the dead bodies..
I turned to the right and the bodY that was on that
side started talking to me then I turned to the left
and the body that was there had its brains falling out
of what looked like a bullet hole in its head started
yelling at me and then there was a flash of light and a
loud noise and an image flashed of the girl being locked
in a cage and then it flashed to the girl (me looking
from her eyes) being on an island where i could see the
mainland. Then there was what could be described as a
nuclear blast that did nothing to me except make my
toes sunburnt and it turned the island to sand.
I fell off the side and there were all what looked
like Mexicans standing around the edge of the sand
island and one helped me back up and then once I
was back up the island turned to an inflatable pool
and we floated back to shore which turned out to
be the side fence of my backyard and it had our shipping
container there.
I started to climb up onto the shipping container and a
woman came running towards me so i jumped back onto the
inflatable pool and then it went back to third person
view and i watched the girl go around behind the shipping
container and climb the fence there and then i followed
her and watched her hide in some random backyard of a
house i'd never seen before and then i woke up..


Just felt the need to share that.

i have some pretty fucked dreams aye..