Tuesday, September 24, 2013

But I'm a Cheerleader

  So I haven't posted in FORFUCKINGEVER simply because I've been too busy with schoolwork, actual work, and all around procrastination to accomplish anything. I've started writing again.. perhaps this time I'll actually be able to finish a full-out story before deciding that this is "too much work" and that I'm a lazy fucker who needs to stop changing her ideas so rapidly. I always seem to do that.. and every time I realize how random and quickly my mind works, I think of that silly Katy Perry song; you change your mind like a girl changes clothes. Or something along the lines of that. I haven't heard it since the fifth grade.
  But anyways, my point is that the human mind, while a blessing, can sometimes be a pain in the ass. It makes us change our ideas and opinions sometimes before we even have the change to process them, and for that, I hate it. But the human mind is also an incredibly brilliant thing, so I should not be shaming it for simply doing its job.
  Since I've last posted my hair is now black with a terrible attempt at green underneath, the wings on my eyeliner about six feet higher, and the color of my heart now blackened with angst from school. Yes, I really despise school. Perhaps I should blame the Sex Pistols and the Ramones for making me so enraged at the simplest of things. Anarchy in the UK and all that jazz (although I live in the US, heh..). Some classes are alright, like English and ceramics, but after a while it's the same shit that it was last year. You're assigned a book to read or an object to make, you read/make it, you are judged on your reading/making abilities, and you move onto the next one. It's a vicious cycle, a never-ending rut that seems to put me to sleep. I'm surprised I haven't fallen asleep in any of my classes yet.
  Besides school making me want to claw my eyes out, I've been understanding and discovering my sexuality more and more every day. I have no doubts in my mind that I like females, but the male part of my sexuality is starting to get blurred. It seems I don't know what I want anymore. There are probably dozens of beautiful lesbian-esque films I could watch, but my favorite has to be But I'm a Cheerleader. I've probably talked about this film before, but I never get sick of it. I watched it again this weekend and fell in love all over again. It's about a camp that tries to make people simply stop being gay.. which is impossible but the whole movie's satire and campy style really make it a good film. I'd watch this movie over and over again, and not even a single second of it seems to bore me. It was an Edward Scissorhands-like color palette, a bunch of hilarious and sassy gays and lesbians, and a lot more of what I think defines the line between cheesy and amazing. Seriously though, check it out. And okay, ignore my ranting today. I just thought I'd have a little fun while enjoying a break in my study class. Now go on and continue your regular actions, but before you do, take a look at the pictures that inspired me this week. And stay classy, San Diego. ;)

I know this is fake mac n' cheese but it looks so good right now I could just gobble it up.

Lisa Frank, the reason I am how I am today
Me in my Kinks shirt pretending to totally rock my green hair.

From Rookie, I believe.

Elvis and Priscilla. 

George and Pattie.

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