Sing it for Sarah

I'm not sure if this if real or fake, but I'm passing it on anyway. A girl named Sarah on her way home from a friend's house was approached by some people who began to tease her and insult her for the My Chemical Romance t-shirt she was wearing. They then decided she didn't deserve to live because of the music she listened to. So they kicked her to the ground and violently bashed her and just left her there.

Sarah died later in hospital.

If this story if true, I hope the people who did this get what they deserve.

No one should die for the music hey love.

Stop the hate.

Until next,

Your Doom.

Some things I just gotta share with you...

As it happens I'm now sitting on my bed, and crunching down on a hard piece of butterscotch candy.
I just completed reading a lovely John Green novel entitled "An Abundance of Katherines". A great read, I must say.
I borrowed the book from my sweetheart, and now month-long, boyfriend. The scent of the book just give me a sense of his presence. Either the books smell like him, or he smells like books.
Both ways, the scent is wonderful.Although with each page, the scent is there, if I go back a page, it has faded away.
I guess this means when I return the books to him, they'll smell like me or something, I dunno.
Gosh I doubt anyone actually reads this blog...

YAY! Me and my love <3

Anyway, that's me for now.

Until next,
Your Doom.

Can't think of a title

Wow, it's been months or something since my last post on here.
A lot has happened...

Larger than life is what these circumstances are. I can't really explain.
Love is a horrid and miserable thing that plucks every ounce of life from your very being.
Lust is a fool to you, as it is no more than a temptation that can only be acted on in one way.
Love  and lust are often confused with one-another, especially by teenagers. I know this for a fact, unfortunately.
I wish I wasn't such a meat-headed child, and that I had some form of substance to me.
Reckless as it seems I've destroyed a friendship without even doing anything.
I accepted the courtship of a particular teenage male, which resulted in the death of said friendship. It doesn't matter though; he's with another female now, whom is neither I nor my now "ex-friend"
I Don't really mind it though, for now...actually no that was a lie. But I shall remain his loyal friend as he is an amazing person and I feel as though my soul is bound to his.

Until next,
Your Doom.

What is this? (1)

Just A tempting thought

Within my mind

But what is this?

If there is nothing

What is nothing?

Stop this blood

"END IT YOU WASTE!!"

Break...right on time

Freeze me within inconsistent heartache

I wish it would

"STOP!" 

For all of us

We forgive

Forget

Love

Die

"We could live forever, if you've got the time..."

Your Doom

Racism: What's With It Anyway?

Recently I have noticed a large increase in racism at my school.
I have found it in one of my classes today:
A girl says to one of the guys " you look Asian today". The boy somehow seems to take offence to this, as though looking of Asian decent is considered to be an insult.
I simply do not understand this: Here we are, in Australia, a multi-cultural society, and teachers do not even pick up on blatant racism.
This saddens me ever so much. I do not know why we as the human race take such to mocking our own selves for fear of difference.
I would like to hear you, the readers, thoughts on the subject.
"I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: 'We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal.'"
Your Doom.

Poor Ignorent Fools...

Facebook. Yes, I'm ranting about Facebook. The biggest lie said by those who have a Facebook account is:
By submitting this information, I acknowledge that I have read and agree to the Terms of Use and Privacy Policy.
It's kind of rediculous, but most people don't know that ticking that little box is almost the same as selling your soul to the devil! They don't "own" everything you post, but by agreeing with the Terms of Use, you agree to allowing them use much of your information, and they can sell and/or redistribute it. So, I warn all you Facebook users, beware of what you post and upload.
That is all.
Your Doom.

On Another Note...

I am proud to say that I love music, but I will not be posting any of my opinions on music in this blog.
If you care enough about my musical preferences, then go HERE.
Thank you.
Your Doom.

But You Don't Know Him Anymore...

This is a sad yet true fact.
One of my closest friends from last year has decided that THIS year, he shall no longer hangout with me, make eye contact with me, greet me, or even notice my general existence on this planet. Yay me.
I am not sure as to why this has occurred, so I'm a bit down.

But, on the up side (oh...wait...that sucks too...) he was my drummer, so now my band has to find a new one. That will totally awesome seeing as it took us quite a while to find a drummer to start with.
No matter, the show must go on! Right? (when I say show...I do mean band)

On another matter entirely; leprechauns.
Your Doom.

"Because WE Care"

We, as human beings, deserve the rights to be who we are, regardless of others opinions. Right?
But, in this day and age, none can reserve that right. Because apparently everyone has a disease:
It's called "INDIVIDUALITY"
'Oh the shock! Oh the shame! Oh the horror! How ever has the human race come to this?'
We, quite simply, we have always had this disease. Doctors have only just started to diagnose it.
But don't worry; there is a cure! All you have to do is pop down a bunch of "helpful" medications that will turn you into a perfectly zombified vegetable. And BOOM! You're just about as cured as you're ever going to get, until of course you relapse and have to take more meds.
What? You want my advice you say?
Well, my advice is simply this: enjoy life! Who gives a damn if you're not the textbook definition of "normality"? Just live your life, and screw the boundaries!
Your Doom. "Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough"

In Humanities Class...

My dearest readers, allow me to explain my utter discontent about the annoying teacher I have at this very moment.
Also my best friend is on some sort of bi-polar induced agitated high, and I think she's gonna punch me or something...
She reminds me of a spring that has been pressed down so far that any more tension will make it snap and go bouncing all over the room.
So, to my dearest Lee. Calm  the fuck down!
Your Doom. "An explanation of cause is not a justification by reason"

Late at night...

You know that moment when you wake up in the middle of the night and you're not sure what's a dream and what isn't, but what you know for sure is that you're really thirsty and you have to pee? Yeah, well, I get that all too often.  Not to mentio most of the time I can't really sleep at al, and I sort of just drift ina dnd out of a place that isn't really sleep, but more of a messed up place the wishes it was sleep. It's confusing and rather stressful to be in this state. I hate it a lot, but I do not know how to rid myself of it and be able to sleep. Although, I do find it quite easy to fall asleep in the arms of my love. If only I could be with him right now.
Well. Goodnight then. And until next time, "be safe."

So he's my brother...

My younger brother Trent*(14) seems to be obsessed with keeping fit. But not only that, he also really likes putting others down about THEIR weight and such (e.i. My older brother (17) and I constantly get called "fat" by our oh so loving younger brother)
Does that sound like low self esteem? I think it does. Of course, I can't challenge him pon my theory, as every time I do he calls me a...well...he calls me a great deal of things, which I do not want to repeat on the internet. But you get the idea.
Anyway, I'm not saying he's a bad brother. He just has...mood swings I guess.
Shouting, violent outbursts (punching a wall or door) and generally mouthing off to everyone in the house, seem to be the ways then he expresses himself. Well, that and playing Call Of Duty on the PS3.
And that is my short outbust of the day, "so long and goodnight."

Have You Ever Wondered Why...

My father always has interesting conversations with my siblingas and I in the beginning of the day as he drives us to school. At the moment he seems particularly interested in the conspiracy surrounding the great pyramids. Of course there is an age long debate about the age of the pyramids, how they were made, whether they have any significance et cetera, et cetera... But what is this great myseryn behind it anyway? Are aliens or other phenomena behind it? I shall not go into this for now, as the matter seems to cause a great deal of controversy. But I will say this...aliens did it!
That is all, "I have nothing to declare but my genius"

My Take on Modern English

My Own "opinion" on the way the English language has developed over the past, oh, lets say, 400-500 years is just, well, rather sad.
I mean, whatever happened to the romanticism of the way we used to speak? I'll tell you what; we got lazy and seemingly simplified the way we speak. We being English speakers.
And also, the simple fact that well over eighty percent of my year ten English class do not understand the beautiful and amazing Shakespearean poetry we have been studying is all over sad.
That is my short take on the matter.
Until next time, "if music be the food of love, play on"

This be my first post, my lovelies!

Ah, welcome one and all to what appears to be a rather dull beginning. I am but a puppet in this master plan of which we call "The Universe", yet I shall try my best to entertain and enlighten all ye who happen to stumble upon this Blog of which has been oddly - yet appropriately entitled "My Own Brain Waves" (genius title, I know)
Well, I am off for now.
Time for my beauty sleep.
Until next time, "live long and prosper".