Sparky's Playground...part 2

[sparkytheoutlaw]

Hello Faithful Fans!!



I have a simple topic for today, Fandom.
And by that I mean:following the crowd, jumping onto the bandwagon...etc...etc...
Why do we do this?
Everyone claims to be "different" (For instance a friend of mine from high school said this "I'm different I wear black an write poetry in the park and have only cats because they are solitary, but still social")---how many other people do you know that do this? in any combination human nature is to follow the odd. For instance now it is cool to like vampires and to pretend to be one or to dress in "gothic" style meaning Hot-Topic corsets and short skirts with giant thigh-high boots. Now don't get me wrong I LOVE dressing in those types of clothes...and would wear them EVERY day if I could BUT I was a vampire nut before I could walk without falling down (about 2 or 3) I used to sit and watch all the old vampire movies I could get my hands on and as soon as I learned to read it was nothing but vampire stories..and then i discovered...the greatest vampire master of all time (or at least to this point) Anne Rice. Ive loved everything to do with vampires that Ive ever found...and someon had the gale to tell me that I wasn't a "true" vampire fan because I didn't like Stephanie Meyer's work. WHAT!!???????!!!??????!!!!!!!!
Obviously this person has NEVER ever talked to me nor seen my book collection EV-ER!!!!
I don't hate stephanie's work, but I happen to be a Rice fan...I don't like my vampires to sparkle...I want them to be deadly beautiful and have a lust for blood, not be able to be in sunlight, and know what the hell they want---human blood! (except for Louis of course ) I want my vampires to be centuries old, but still maintain their earthly charms. I LOVE anne rice's vampires...and there's nothing wrong with that, You say I'm not a true fan?
Well, lets see Edward duke it out with Lestat and see who wins.

Blood, BRAINS, and Hollows,
-Sparklet

[sparkytheoutlaw]

Well, anpther b-day down...and i got drunk.
I told myself I wouldn't but my experimental self did not listen.
& seriously who thpught 2 drinks would put me under?
anyways....I know now
Rules for Drinking (for me and me alone)
1. DO NOT EVER EAT 7 SLICES OF PIZZA BEFORE DRINKING (they were little slices...but still)
2. do not eat another meal while drinking
3. only have 1 (One) uno 1 drink with dinner and make it wine (you can handle wine.)

These are my rules so far....I cant believe I ate so freakin much food. >< i felt so sick after that....so from now on light, light meals. salads...yes...i will eat good healthy salads...no more crappy stuff.



Ok, well i'm off to go and get a 3rd set of holes in my ears. and maybe look at a book or 2? (thats like my deadly sin...books....they let me breath....its amazing....nearly orgasmic. HAHA)


And my lovely fiance is making me dinner....vegetarian cornbread dressing. YUMMY!

So long my readers,
My next blog entry will be a little more profound. promise.

Love, BRAINS!, and Hollows,
-Sparklet

[sparkytheoutlaw]

Hello Readers,
been a while since I posted huh?
Sorry, been really busy with school and work.... Currently looking for either another job, or a second job. My step-dad decided to empty my mother's & his bank account...and took the $ to Texas...where he is living now...left my mom with NO $ and LOTS of bills. I keep dreming of killing him. In those dreams..Ive seen myself making ninja outfits to make myself blend in, sharpenign blades, cleaning silenced guns, sinking those blades into his arms and legs to pin him and shooting him...keeping him alive through each shot so he feels the pain he's caused. Every ounce of this dreams...I wish was real. Is that wrong? the tormentor who for years has been my most hated enemy...and the monster I kill every time in my dreams...why can't I do it for real? Because the law says I can't...go through the legal process, make him pay through that....yeah, right....like that'll happen....
I have never and will never hate anyone, except him....He is the bane of my existence...and one day he will die for it. He will feel every millisecond of pain he's ever caused anyone. I dream every night of new ways to kill this man. I know it's bad, but I wish I could so much....its like music in my dreams, beautiful luxurious music. I want him dead. I want that music to be real. One day it will be. One day all my music will be real. My dreams are strange things...deadly even. Real life is so different from dreams. I love reality, and love my dreams. I relish both, and lap up the luxurious waters of both, soaking in thoughts and relishing the moment I know true power will exist. I know I will never slip those knives into him and I will never shoot him, and make him feel that pain myself, but I know eventually he will pay for his sins. He will suffer. I must have faith..He will pay.

Onward into the dusk, I must leave this thought process behind. I have motive, but no ability to carry out the actions I wish.
I leave these thoughts written and forgotten. Hate is fleeting, Love is forever. I will spend the rest of my life loving my true family and friends, and forget this name-less pox. It is forgotten and stricken from my mind. Complete and total I will move forward.
Farewell till next we meet,
-Sparklet-

[sparkytheoutlaw]

Okay, so...been gone for a while...mostly mentally...
I haven't been much of anywhere on the internet except facebook and email.... missed ACo, but it doesn't look like I missed much...don't know whether to be sad or happy about that...but onward to my post...

I have come to a conclusion (I will explain later how I came to this) that some friends are fleeting and others stay around.
I have a few friends, who I have known for several years now, and a couple I can't talk to very often, mainly because they are hardly ever on YIM, and because I hardly am too. I also have a few friends who I've known for several years now, and get to hang out with weekly, or daily in some cases..and It's wonderful. I am a very social creature (with people I know, that is). I love ALL of my friends dearly...and would do everything in my power to help them no matter what was going on in my own life..But through several instances that have happened even this year, I have seen a couple of my friends break through their own problems and help me, and several friends wallow deeper into their sorrow and stupidness, and ignore me. I know I would do anything for them, but would they do the same for me? I know a few would...the others would rather laugh at my ills and pains, while others would simply ignore everything because it's not directly related to them. I don't understand Humans sometimes...they say one thing, do another-make connections, break them-make you yearn for their company as a friend, and never show up again..or ignore you when you're there...I don't understand Humans.

I wish everything was back to simpler times. when a person could make friends, and they would stick with you...they had no other option...you stuck together or it was over for the both of you. I remember a time long, long ago..before the body I possess now was here...when I had such friends as described above...what happened to the human race? It's all gone to sot. Are friendships really so fleeting as that? No one will help another unless there is something in it for them..That has been a way many have thought for multitudes of years, but there has always been a few, such as me, that would help no matter what if they could...but alas, it seems that is becoming a rarity...maybe the poets and writers of this era are right...maybe chivalry, politeness, and honor are dead. I would have a few people to show them that would point that statement the opposite direction, but the few people I could show, wouldn't be enough to change their minds. Maybe those friends and myself are the diamonds in the rough.

Regardless, I still love all of them, and for those that have lost touch with me...

come back...the garden is still open.
All gardens miss their tenders eventually.
They can only grow on their own for so long
You must tend the flowers if you want them to grow:
pull the weeds, water with laughter, sing the joy, watch the sunlight dance on new petals and green spring forth from dead souls. Appreciate the flowers..or they won't be there for very long. Stop stomping on the flowers...they're for you too.

Until next time,
-Brains-&-Hollows-
Sparklet