Fake Freaks

I watched the ending to Freaks last night after finishing some hardcore homework, it wasn't the first time I have seen it, but it was the first time that it hit me how scary a man without any limps crawling toward you with a switchblade in his mouth can really be. This movie was frightening because it didn't have the filler, it was a legitimetly creepy subject with legit creeps.

I think as the years go by, we lose that sense of actual fear. We flutter our movies with musical scores that are giving us that artificial spook, the pop of a masked killer, or the whiplash of a twist. These situations fray from the topics that actually will give you the willies. The Omen is another example of a legit scary movie. I am my father's son.

Why does a book smell?

Sooo, instead of listening to our tremendous marching band, I instead chose to sit on Kelly's computer (don't worry, I only weigh 160), and write every little thought that I have. At this moment I am feeling that the new year books literally smell, people are getting shorter as the generations go by (Damn Darwin and their relative cuteness), I am freaking out because I have no clue what I want to write about on this blog suggestions?

Woo, kinda.

I was suprised as shnitzle to find out that blogger.com was not blocked that I had to take advantage and post something about it. I never really understood what makes something innappropriate for schools. Music, (most) blogs, and anything that has the word weed in it is considered too heinous and destructive for our frail little minds. I can understand the latter, for the most part, but the two before always baffled me.

I can't even rock out to my main man Beethoven without a cliche "get the hell outta here" page popping up. Sports are golden and even Sparknotes is as free as a bird. But yet Skynrd is still caged? Why should music and people's thoughts be confined to your Mac at home?

Where?

Where is it that anyone can be a photographer?
Where a work of art is an extremely skinny dude in Superman undies

Where a cute puppy can be given to over 50,000 people in the matter of a day

Where stalking is the equivalent of saying "I love you"

Where in one second you can see a kitty playing with a ball of string and the next a different kind of kitty playing with.. something else

Where Disney characters still breath as well as the people who share them

Where everyone is a pothead

Where anyone is everyone

Beautiful wierdos, I present you to Tumblr.