They're gonna clean up your looks
With all the lies in the books
To make a citizen out of you
Because they sleep with a gun
And keep an eye on you, son
So they can watch all the things you do
Because the drugs never work
They're gonna give you a smirk
'Cause they got methods of keeping you clean
They're gonna rip up your heads,
Your aspirations to shreds
Another cog in the murder machine
They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me
The boys and girls in the clique
The awful names that they stick
You're never gonna fit in much, kid
But if you're troubled and hurt
What you got under your shirt
Will make them pay for the things that they did
They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me
Ohhh yeah!
They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me
All together now!
Teenagers scare the living shit out of me
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me
[x2]
- Teenagers by My Chemical Romance
The fighting scenes in the beginning were in other ways a tad dissappointing too. There wasn't much physical contact. It was as if, the soldiers fell before the weapon or move struck them. Not realistic and gory enough. Too much talking so far so as far as I am concerned. I'm sorry.. but I would rather such an epic movie to have *ahem* more fighting? Isn't that what the bloody battle is about. Maybe if there weren't so much boring yakking going about the movie wouldn't have to be split into two parts. But then again, that's just the beginning. I will watch the rest after my prelims :D. My chemistry textbook is still waiting and begging for me to pick it up.
Yesterday, again, I was booked for my nails for the umpteenth time. It's the only thing I've been getting booked for for the entire year. Maybe another couple of times I'm going to get thrown into detention for having long nails. I wonder if JC's / Universities / future bosses are going to reject me for this blemished record of having long nails. Doubt so, it's basically the same warped logic that Mdm Koh Ting Ting presented to us in primary school about bosses rejecting us because we wore ankle socks to school. Not a very convincing argument to persuade us to ditch those ankle socks for the school socks huh.
Well, it's not that I love long nails that much. Well, other than the fact that it at least makes my stumpy fat short fingers with those obscene large knuckles, a product of cracking them, look longer. But that's besides the point. I just hate cutting my nails. It's a waste of my bloody time. Its the same as shitting, waste of my time in the toilet. And I always thought those nail clippers which were always slightly rusty were a little gross. Oh and also the fact that longer nails are much better for scratching myself and doing all sorts of little things in daily life like untieing knots. Haha. I know, I'm not the most hygienic and neatest person in this world.
Besides, it's not like I have garishly painted nails that would put those colourful skinny jeans to shame. And it's not as if I'm going to use those long nails of mine to scratch the flesh off someone. If I were going to be so pissed as to harm somebody, there are plenty more more effective weapons of choice, such as my fist, metal rulers, my head even.
Moreover, I seriously doubt that long nails are going to have a dent on our public image, as the school always proclaims as the reason behind this really retarded rule. Are you going to look at my nails the next time you meet me before you form an impression of me ??????
let your heart out.