Twilight Saga

[Note:]  WildBlue sent an email to my father saying that we are reaching our Internet usage rate, which means that very soon, I won't be able to post a damn thing on here. Don't know how long, but hopefully it won't take for how many ever weeks, like it did last time . . . .



Does Twilight have anything at all to do with Goth? Yes, but only if you count all of the attention we've been getting lately because of it.

Many people--girls, especially--tend to believe that because Twilight Saga is full of vampires, it's OH SO GAWTHIC! Well, I'm afraid that you're wrong, there, my friends. Just because something has a vampire in it does not make it gothic. What does make something gothic, on the other hand, is . . . well . . . dark stuff! And I don't just mean angst shit, I mean something . . . like . . . like this! In To Kill a Mockingbird, Scout and Jem are attacked on the full moon during Halloween. C'mon, what's not spooky about that?

Besides TKAM, there's Edgar Allan Poe's works. If you don't want to go to the library or something, then you can always check out PoeStories, which is a site that I myself enjoy. (I can't talk about Edgar Allan Poe without suggesting my favorite poem by him, "The Bells." Check it out!)

Now, please keep in mind that you can like--and even love--Twilight and still be Goth. If you're a part of such a diverse subculture such as this one, then you're bound to find someone who's Team Edward (or Jacob) like you are. Keep in mind, however, that most Goths absolutely despise the series. If I had to guess a reason why, then it's probably because along with it came a shit-load of lovely Mall Goths. And Mall Goths, generally, are not welcomed into the scene with open arms.

Myself? Well, I liked the very first book.. When I read New Moon, however, I was wondering how in the world Meyer had made it suck (no pun intended) so bad. When reading Eclipse, it was very hard for me to get through with anything, because I was still suffering from the huge let-down of New Moon. And Breaking Dawn? Oh, jeez, don't get me started on how horrible that disgusting piece of garbage was (I wanted a fight! A fight, dammit!)!

ENTER: Perseus

I met Perseus a few months ago when I first started going to the school I'm going to now. I knew that he lived in the same trailer park as myself -- just up the hill -- but I had never bothered in talking to him. Such a thing seemed to be, at least for me, unimportant and unnecessary. So for him, his brother, and two nephews, I never payed too much mind to.
However, there was an older boy in the back of the bus who often got on my nerves. He would cuss everyone out, including the bus driver, and it was quite annoying. Really, it was. Even if pretty much none of it was aimed directly at me, that doesn't mean that I can't get fed up of someone's ignorant crap. How childish . . . but hey, I don't know what he goes through. It wouldn't surprise me that much if one -- or both -- of his parents were alcoholics. Nope, not at all. Trouble-making is a common personality trait for children who grow up with alcoholics and/or alcohol abusers. But I'll get into those details later on.

I had expressed my annoyance with another neighbor, Ashley L. and her friend, Amber, one day in fifth period. They told me his name and all that stuff, and on the afternoon, a random girl by the name of Courtney sat by me for  a total of .30 seconds and said, "So, I hear you don't like Daniel?"

[Laughs] "Yeah."

"Girl, let me tell you, you've got good tastes."

After she left, Perseus, who had been sitting behind me, asked my name and that kinda thing, and we started talking, and blah blah blah. I found out that he and I had many similarities, including the love of fantasy stories, awesome (aka lots of dark clothing) old music tastes (like Guns N' Roses and stuff), and so on. I had a feeling that he had gone through a gothy phase before, and if he hadn't, then I could introduce him into the subculture to see if he likes it.

After the third or fourth day of talking, he told me that he had been a goth once. Yet, he didn't know anything about the types or the music or anything like that, so I had to re-introduce him. I drug him over to my house and showed him the UGG blog, and so he told me that he wanted to be Goth -- with a big "G". Like I knew he would.

So now we're both Baby Bats and don't know what to do with ourselves. Well, actually we do. Listen to music and make a large collection of awesome fashion. He wants to be a Deathrocker when he moves out of his grandmother's place. Mmm. Though I don't have a problem with Deathrockers themselves, I am no fan of the fashion. Deathhawks and stuff like that just instantly remind me of someone trying to be a bad ass. I need to get out of that thought . . . .

There is no real picture I can show you of Perseus, except for this Photoshopped one:

Perseus
Source:  His phone

ENTER: Neji Hyuga (Urien Thorne)

In October of 2008, I met a boy by the name of Neji Hyuga. Of course, that isn't his real name. Neji is a fictional character in the manga and anime series, Naruto created by Kishimoto Masashi (Note:  surnames come before given in Japan, so his first name is Masashi). Neji and I had quite a few things in common, including our religion, political views, sense of humor, and favorites.

Right:  Young Neji Hyuga; left:  old Neji Hyuga.
Source:  Google images

During this time, I was in the fifth grade. I often argued with my favorite teacher, a Conservative Republican, about politics. Of course I always lost . . . . He -- has -- had much more experience than I in the world of the "P word". Plus, I am much younger than he is. My father gave me ammunition in the afternoons, but it was usually too late then. But that's not important. What is important is that President Obama became President Obama, which made Neji and I skip around on the roads screaming things like, "WE WON, WE WON!", which was much different from what the neighbors were doing, I'm sure.

We live in a Red State.

2008 gave way to 2009, and our friendship improved drastically. I started hanging around him much more, to the point where we were able to start spending the night with each other (and, before you ask, no, nothing went "on" between us during those times -- though, naturally, there were plenty of rumors that there were). We rode three wheelers and wrecked several times; we sung Queen songs and hung out with his on-again off-again girlfriend; we walked the highway at night with the full moon ahead just to prove that we totally OWNED that town.

In the late months of 2009, he, his girlfriend and I started attending a non-denominated church, Hang Out 4 Jesus, which we all got saved at. The congregation, as well as the building, was quite a mystery; no pues or chandeliers here! No, just regular seats. Sit on the carpet if you want! There's no harm in it. And the people? Well, they themselves weren't strange; it was the amount of people! Such a small number for such a small building.

Unfortunately, we had a bit of a rough patch on January 15th, 2010, and stopped being friends for a total of fifteen months -- until earlier this year! I honestly thought that we would never be able to see each other again, which sent me spiraling down a swirly depression time for just over a year. Luckily, though, I had friends to help me -- although they definitely didn't know they were doing it.

In December of 2010, however, Neji contacted me via Facebook asking for my forgiveness. Like me, he had blamed himself for our "dead" friendship. We still were not able to talk (my family's phone wasn't even working at this time), but at least we could communicate a little bit through "the social site", which was something.

I believe it was in February when I told Dalton that I had become Goth. Thankfully, this was after the three or so days I believe I spent as an uneducated Mall Goth, so I could at least try to explain to him what it was. Like a large portion of the world, he believed that Goths existed to worship the Devil, hated pink, and all the other common stereotypes that we face. At the weekend when I came over, he told me that he was thinking about joining the subculture as well, because if his coat was pink, he would burn it (he and I have many many similarities, so it was kind of natural for him to think that that's what it was about). Kind of silly, I know, but I tried to explain it to him.

I also knew that he was an annoying Mall Goth, and there was absolutely nothing I could possibly do to help him. I gave him sheets and sheets of things from The Ultimate Goth Guide that I thought would help, and I told him some Goth and Deathrock bands, but he couldn't listen to him. Eventually he told me that I was acting strange because I "was trying to act goth." That made me strongly reconsider our friendship (we're been on a rocky road recently), but I forgave him.

Yesterday, I spent the night with Neji. It was pretty fun. He now has a Goth name, by the way:  Urien Thorne.

My Neji!
Source:  His phone