Emoooooooooooo

I'll admit it. I listen to my share of shitty music. Yes, I like Britney Spears. Yes, I like N'Sync. Yes, I like Fischerspooner. Yes, I like Moby. But my deepest darkest secret, the secret I have revealed to nobody before, except for the four of you who read this blog, is this: I listen to emo. Cursive. Death Cab. Well. That's it, really.

Yuck, right? Right. But at least I'm not proud of it. I do not strut around with artfully rumpled dyed-black hair, thick-rimmed glasses, gage-piercings, pyramid belts and black Chucks with a string of random adjectives and ellipses written on them (lovelorn...lost...alone...bittersweet). I do not sit in cafes with my journal filled with doodles and nonsensical, disembodied scribblings ("His humid breath banishes the cool night air, warm against my skin, as our hands entwine and I felt a salty-sweet tear touch my lips--wordless--everything feels real, like its meant to be. Then...nothing. An apparition wafting away with my cigarette smoke as I lie here in this forgotten room--alone--nursing the frozen hollow in that spot between my ribs. I am blind in this eternal darkness. Alone, with the cold.")

Yeah. I don't claim that I'm emo. Even if I were secretly emo, I would suppress that sucker until it emerged in another form. Perhaps homicidal tendencies or some form of OCD. Anyway, back to the point, I don't claim that emo and I don't claim that I'm non-ugly either. Au contraire, to quote Rob Smith, I am "Hot, Hot, Hot!!!"

Yet, despite the fact that emo-boys and emo-girls are viewed as maladaptive, socially-inept pricks by those whose know, there are still communities of emo-people who are proud of being, well, emo and non-ugly. Granted, they tend to blog, and to cluster around a rating community on GreatestJournal called nonugly emo.

In summary, nonugly emo is a collection of pseudo-artsy (read: blurry) photos of spotty teenagers with stupid or greasy haircuts and idiotic facial expressions, who think that they're smarter than everybody else and that listen to shitty, shitty music. And by non-ugly they, apparently, mean dog-faced.

Occasionally, hot people will apply, but they will all be rejected. Examples: trendy and beautiful, porn star, preppy and cute

But the people who are accepted are mostly hideous.

In conclusion, emo blows, emo blows, emo blows, emo blows.

Listening to: "Lover I Don't Have to Love" by Bright Eyes (Not Emo, according to nonugly emo people)