Run, Forest, Run!

Hey, person reading this post! I am terribly sorry about the blog neglect. Between working out and taking the ACT, I've barely had time to breathe. Dear Lord, I hope this craziness slows down a little. I would like to sleep without dreaming of the chores I have to complete the next day.

SO! As I said, I took the ACT with the writing part at the end! I hauled my tired butt up to Wills Point Highschool at 8AM and took almost 5 hours on the test. I studied for MONTHS before taking it. Months of stressing, worrying, reading. It's a miracle I'm not  completely grey. Only 4 hairs, or so, thank God. There was only one thing I was not informed of. NOBODY told me that Wills Point had insanely cute guys. I was deprived of this vital fact. Along with the ACT stress, I now had the paranoia of embarrassing myself by running into a doorway, or face planting an actual plant. All in all, I'm crossing my fingers for double digits on the test.

I've been working out more, too! I go to a middle school a few miles away, and run my butt off every couple of days. And when I'm not at the middle school, I'm tearing up at the sidewalk in my new neighborhood. Well, tearing up might be overstating it a little bit. I can beat the squirrels across the road, though!

Well, that's all for now! I know, it was short, but I need to get some sleep.

Question of the Day- Have you taken the ACT? What was the most and least difficult section for you?
       For me, Science Reasoning is an evil, evil idea to put into a test. Towards the end, I just closed my eyes,  twirled my finger around, randomly chose a bubble and filled it in.
       The easiest was probably the essay portion, of course. I love to read, so it's not impossibly difficult for me. Now that I've jinxed myself, watch me get like a 2 on the whole test.

Love you guys!
         - Fatty McGee<3

I can't think of a title, so just imagine fat people tap dancing.

Hello there, my dear! I apologize profusely about the neglect of my blog. Forgive me? I knew you would ;)

Today is a very special day. Today, Little M turns 10 years old. Woah.. My little nuisance, my mini me. 10! Makes me feel old. Well, she's made it this far, we can't send her back now. For her birthday, Little M and Bossy K are making a Dr. Pepper Cake! Omnomnomnom.

Yesterday, we went to Shenanigans for her birthday and played laser tag and went bowling. Now let me tell you, I SUCK at bowling. For the most part.. My brother had his friend Ian over, and Dolphin Boy, Ian, and I stayed up a good part of the night nerding out. World of Warcraft Style. O.M.G. I have a level 17 Druid, a level 14 Paladin an- ....Uhhhh... Never mind..

So we all went bowling right? Little M, Ian, and Dolphin Boy were all doing amazingly well while I was hitting a wonderful streak of 0's. THEN, suddenly, I started bowling strike after strike after strike! I quote Ian, "McGee, you were amazing! At first you were like *deep voice* zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, one, zero. Then you were all *loud voice* STRIKE! STRIKE! STRIKE! STRIKE!"

I was laughing so hard, I almost ripped my pants. Eventually, I went from dead last, to first place by 23 points. UH-MAZ-ING.  Now, before I go, I must say two things, the first relevant, the second.... well relevant but somewhat not having to do with this blog? Something like that.

1. HAPPY BIRTHDAY LITTLE M! You're a pain in the butt, hard headed, stubborn, a real drama queen, and there are no words in any language to describe how much you can annoy me. BUT. I'm so proud of everything you've accomplished, and I love you more than Chester Bennington AND Ben Bruce. <3

2. This is sightly off topic, but I have to say it. I know I bash being a game nerd, and I say how lame it is. But my gamer bros are some of the nicest, sweetest guys I know, and I would never trade them for anything. I love them so much, and I can be my nerdy, crazy self around them.

That's it for this blog! I'll be more faithful in blogging about my lamo life, I promise! Thanks for reading guys, I love you all so much!

Love,
- Fatty G. McGee <3

#RollerCoasterBro's

Hello all of my faithful ladies and laddies! Did you miss me? D'awwwww, I knew you did. SO! I have had some cray-cray seven days, let me tell YOU. Firstly, I made a new best friend! Wait for it.. Waaaaait for it... ON A ROLLER COASTER. His name is Dalton, and he is one of the coolest cats I know. Dalton, Cameron, Livvie and I rode the Kamikaze, and Dalton kept screaming that he would go to war for me. XD This kid is crazy, folks.

That was last Saturday. On Tuesday, I went to Oklahoma to drop off my last horse, BJ. I'll miss him, but we can't take him where we are going. OH! Did I tell you I'm moving!? I am. From Middle-Of-Nowhere-Terrell to Richy-Rockwall about 20 miles closer to the rest of the world. We are gonna live in a rent house while our OTHER house is being built. Fancyyyyyy!

On Friday, I wore "happy colors" to co-op, because of a deal I made with my best friend. Marshall wore shorts, I wore "normal clothes", instead of my band hoodie and skinnies. See, Marshall NEVER wears shorts, and I would occasionally like to see his legs. I just want to be sure he secretly doesn't have prosthetic legs, or you know.. Hooves...

ANYWAYS, I have started writing again. I took a break from it, because I didn't have time. Now I finally have a few minutes every now and then, so I've been working on some really really bad poems. Seriously, they're horrible. BUT, I'll let y'all read one. Tell me what you think(: 

Always Greener, Huh?
~
 The power, the beauty, the money, the fame,
Don't think, just play the game.
The lights, the rules, the loss, the shame,
One day you're free, the next you're chained.

The friend, the enemy, the top, the base,
Run faster, you can't lose this chase.
The corruption, the lies, the war, the waste,
Didn't you promise yourself just one more taste?
 ~

OH! I keep forgetting. Here is yooooour...

QUESTION OF THE DAYYY!: What is the weirdest way you've made a friend?

I gotta say, meeting one a roller coaster, then talking to him while riding another one is pretty beast. Let me know guys! Thank you all so much for reading, I love you all so much!

Love-
Fatty G.M <3

Lions, Tigers, Bears, OH MY!

Hey, what's up baby! So, this week has been CRAZY! I was in a play, The Wizard of Oz to be exact(: I was Bippity, one of the witch's hench people. This was my first play so I was really nervous, but I LOVED the cast and the few days before the play! Let me elaborate.

Monday, 3 days before the play-- Ran lines in the foyer, since we couldn't get on the stage yet. I stayed behind the doors and talked to Alex, Lauren, and Marshall. Hey, Marshall. Potatoes. XD

Tuesday, 2 days before the play-- First time on the stage we would be preforming on. Got to chill backstage. We all had to be quiet. AKA, torture. I cannot be quiet. It's just not happening.

Wednesday, 1 day before the play-- Oh. My. LORD. Today was make up day. We all went to the Wiseman's house to get ready. My hair was tortured within an inch of it's life. Got to see Marshall and Adam K. all silvered up. XD had some curtain malfunctions so we all crammed into the foyer and ran lines. I got to see Marshall in SHORTS. He never wears shorts, so this was the first time I had ever seen his legs. I thought he might secretly have prosthetic ones.

Thursday, PLAY DAYYY!-- Went to the Wiseman's for make up again. My hair got bigger. Again. I swear, it's ALIVEEEE! Everyone was super nervous before they went on, even the one's who have been doing this forever. THAT'S when you know you're in trouble. But, everything went pretty smoothly! The audience loved it, and both Improv's were HILARIOUS as always. TomTom the Teddy Bear surprised me, and I literally jumped on him when I hugged him. I think I scared him a little..

Friday, PLAYY DAYYYY 2!-- Wore PJ's to co-op! So comfy. Again, went to the Wiseman's for make up. My hair was standing 6 inches above my head. Everyone loved it, but if I didn't keep my head centered, bro, I was going down. I had about half a can of hair spray invested in this! The play went really well, and Improv just got funnier. I could NOT stop laughing when Abby was playing an old grandma.

SO, that was my crazy busy week! I made a ton of new friends, and Mrs. C was an amazing director. No one could have done better, she is absolutely amazing!

Alright, that's it for now guys. Thanks for reading, I love you all so much!

Love--
       F. G. McGee <3

The difference is, one is spelled "B-R-O-'-S", the other is spelled"T-R-O-U-B-L-E"

Hey, what's up babe? So I have something to say. You know me, I can't keep my mouth shut about anything with this whole Attention Deficit thing I got goin' on here. I had a dispute with someone the other day. We'll call them, "Nameless" for now. Well, Nameless was gettin' all up in my grill about how I associated and hung out with mainly guys. How it was "weird", and how I should "just choose one guy" for a boyfriend. Nameless was also dissing my "guy friends." UH, no. Hold up, there.

Firstly, Nameless, they are not "guy friends," they are my BRO'S. Bro's, spelled B-R-O-'-S. Not boyfriends, which is spelled T-R-O-U-B-L-E.

Secondly, NO ONE, and I mean no one, disses my bro's. You can call me anything you want, I don't care. But, DO NOT talk smack about my bro's. From my crazy-fro Marshall, to my Hunger-Games-Loving Alex, I love all of my bro's to death, and I know they love me too. I'm a little iffy on Alec though, since he won't let me wear his blue jacket. BUT, I digress. I've always got their backs, and I know they've got mine.

Thirdly, I am perfectly fine being single. I love it most of the time, and if I had a boyfriend, I wouldn't be as close to my bro's as I am! I can be my weird, crazy, sometimes gross self around my bro's, and not worry about if my hair is perfect, or if my make up is smudged. I love their little quirks, and when they treat me like I'm not just a chick, like I'm a bro too.

So, that was my little rant, I hope you found it amusing. Nameless, can't wait to see you later, baby! ;) Thank you guys so much for putting up with me! I love you!

Love <3

-Senorita F. G. McGee

Wild Chickens are attacking erryone. Hide yo' kids, hide yo' wife!

Heyy, what's up babe?? You would not believe the day I've had. Okay, let me start from the beginning. It was a warm, sunny day in the middle of no where, AKA Terrell TX. I was supposed to go to the library, but SOMEONE decided all libraries within a 20 mile distance should be closed. So spent the ENTIRE DAY with my mom, Bossy K. AGAIN. Why? I'm home schooled. Yeah, welcome to my world.

We went out to eat at a sushi bar, and she got on to me about being a vegitarian. She goes, "Well, you can eat this chicken egg roll! The chickens probably weren't cooped up, they were WILD chickens!" And my well thought out response, "Mom... There are no such things as 'wild' chickens... Have you ever heard of wild chickens roaming through the grand canyon? Or how about how wild chickens terrorize LA??" Even the guy eating at the table next to us was laughing.

Later this evening, Bossy K, Little M, and I went to Ben Gill Park to work out. Afterwards, I saw this one guy that I recognized. The last time I went to the Terrell Library, he sat across from me for 4 HOURS. I saw him today as I was driving from the park to the car wash. I had told Bossy K and Little M about it, and as we were driving past him, Little M leaned out the window and screamed, "HEY MISTER!" My mom lost it. She was laughing so hard, the SUV was moving up and down, like a ghetto car. I sped up as fast as I could, my face red as a tomato.

When we got to the car wash, I ask my mom if I could wash the car, since I had never one it before by myself. Well, APPARENTLY, the machine has a timer. I put the money in, and press the buttons, then turn around and hear beeping. I freak out, thinking I activated like, a bomb or something! Little M come out of the car saying, "Sweetheart, sweetheart, it's OH-KAY." I shrug it off, "Psht, I... I know that..." So then I start rinsing the car. I haven't pulled the lever to make the water spray harder, so I'm all "Okay, I can do this." NO. No no no no NO. I pull the lever juuust a little bit, and I'M the one who goes flying backwards. This proves how little body strength I have.

 So, after running a few miles, and being thrown around by a water hose, I think I'll call it a day. Thanks for reading you guys I love you all a ton! <3

Lurv-
 Senorita Fatty Grande McGee <3

April Fools Day? I wish, bro.

Heyy, whats up babe?? Today is April Fools day, for those of you who did not know because you live under a rock! I woke up this morning all prepared for my father Dougy D to go all out. Grease the toilet seats, put glasses of water on the door tops, maybe even move the furniture around! He's THAT immature at 49 years old, people. BUT, alas, there was no pranking this year! :( We were all so busy yesterday, that no one bothered to do anything today! Oh well, more time to plan for next year.

I have an AMAZING idea that you'll just have to wait on. Trust me, it's GOLD. (; So what are we doing instead of April Fools Day? MOVING. Yeah, not as much fun. We cleaned gutters, yards, sheds, trailers, AND barns. My hand and arms are KILLING me after weed-eating for the first time(And for all you carnivores and stoners, no pun intended). PLUS, I have blisters galore.
On a side note, I now have a Google+ profile! Find me Here<3! Thanks for your awesome support, guys! I love you all!

Love Love LOOOVEEE-
 Senorita Fatty Grande McGee <3

Te gusta?

Heyy, what's up ladies and laddies! Lately, I've been thinking thoughts along the lines of, "This Fatty McGee thing is getting kinda serious." Since my last blog, my views have jumped 30%!!! Firstly, I want to thank all you guys SO MUCH! I wouldn't be anywhere without y'all! <3

Secondly, this blog entry is mainly about a dilemma I have. I want to make Fatty McGee more REAL, you know? I got the idea from the amazing, Shane Dawson. Don't know who he is? Look him up, he's almost as funny as my Jew-Fro best friend, PLUS my Blondie, Lacey Edge. That's serious funny, folks. But for real, I want to make Fatty McGee as realistic as possible! Make her own personality and quirks, and stuff like that, you know? SO! Here is yoooooourrrrrr.... QUESTION OF THE DAYY!

Question Of The Day: What should Fatty McGee be like? What should she wear, talk like, act like, every little detail counts! Please post your idea's HERE <3 at Fatty McGee's new "Like" page!

Love you guys!
- Senorita Fatty G. McGee <3

Forever Alone: Expert Level

Hey you guys! I'm so so sorry about not blogging recently! So much stuff has been going on, and I've had NO time. Thanks for being patient!

 So, today marks my 4 month anniversary of being single! Whoo. Yes, on this day 4 months ago in December, I became single after almost 8 months in a relationship. You may be thinking, "Wow Fatty, bummer! It must have legitly sucked!" And actually, you are SO right. Break ups suck, people. It's never any fun for either side. BUT, contrary to popular belief, you DO get over it. It took me a few months to get over my relationship, but it did happen! It's not the end of the world, I promise. Been there, done that, and only the Twinkies survived.

So here I am, still single, while he has a girlfriend. I'm not bitter, or even remotely close to upset with him though! I honestly hope he's super happy, and we still talk, and have managed to stay friends after a messy ending. However, when I found out he had a girl, it got me thinking. I thought,"Wow, Fatty. Are you THAT undesirable?!? He has a girl within a few months, and you're at home eating Doritos and watching re-runs of Psych with Little M." And I came up with a pretty good excu- I mean... Uhhh... Answer. I'm not totally undesirable, just picky!

Like, my man has to have nice hair, a good sense of humor, and he has to be as crazy insane as I am! It's not that I don't just LOVE being single (heavy sarcasm), I just want to wait and find the right guy. Maybe not to get MARRIED to, but to at least spend a long time with. I don't want to waste my time with some jerk, or someone I don't love more than Ashton Kutcher's hair.

SO, all my single ladies and laddies, here is... YOUR QUESTION OF THE DAY (Horrible singing voice, AKA, Justin Bieber's voice)

What is you favorite and least favorite part of being single?

My favorite part is the freedom. I can flirt with all the guys I want, and not commit! I know, I know, I'm horrible. But trust me, it's a double edged sword. On the other hand, I also hate the fact that I don't have one guy that I can call mine, and who can be my best friend. Ironic, right? Comment or Facebook me your answers! I had to delete my Facebook account because I kept getting spam, but I'm going to make a Like page soon! Thanks for putting up with me, I love all you guys!


Love-
 Senorita Fatty Grande McGee <3

Love & War

         Whether you have a little sisters, big sisters, annoying sister, or the occasionally cool sister, you are stuck with that sister. So, why not make the best of it? Yes, I know, they drive you up the wall sometimes, but you do the same to them, whether you realize it or not. I have a little sister, and she can drive me crazy! But the next hour, we can be best friends. It's a curvy roller coaster ride, I'm tellin' ya! So, here are some Do's and Don'ts on Sister Rivalries!

1. DO NOT induce an argument-- It won't work. Either way, nobody wins and your parents don't particularly like the screaming involved. Trust me on this one, it's SO not worth it to get parental figures involved. They either think it's stupid (which most of the time, it is), they take sides and you ALL fight, or they just punish you both. Lose-Lose for everyone.

2. If you have to share a room, DO NOT trash their stuff when you get mad at them-- You might think it's hilarious. They will not. They will find a way to get back at you, I promise. You think you've outsmarted them, but ohhhhhh no. No, no, no, no, no. Remember, you are THEIR sister. They think like you. May even be MORE devious.  Do not be fooled, young grass hopper!

3. DO try to be nice to them-- No, it doesn't have to be 24/7, and yes, you should try, even if they aren't so nice to you. And make it something out of the ordinary! Trying to brush their teeth for them doesn't count. They apparently do not appreciate it. Make their bed, or fold a load of laundry for them. Little acts go a long way!

4. DO NOT threaten to  "Tell Mom " -- C'mon what grade are we in? Kindergarten? Grow up, and solve your own problems. You can't run to Mommy and Daddy forever. If you can't come to an agreement, drop the subject entirely, and just move on with your life.

So that is my advise on Sisterly "Love"! And even though they can get seemingly unbearable, we love them anyways, no matter what. I hate to admit it, but I really love Little M and I can't think of how my life would be without her. Except maybe a little quieter.. (;

QUESTION OF THE DAY: Do you have a sister? What do you love/hate the most about each other? Message me on Facebook, or Comment below!

Love-
 Senorita Fatty Grande McGee <3

Fatty McGee Gets A Job

I know, I know, I promised to do a Valentine's Day post! But honestly, it's my least favorite day of the year, always has been. Sooooo I procrastinated too long, missed my deadline, and now I apologize profusely! Forgive me? D'awwww, I knew you would! <3

Anyways! Hey, what's up? Guess what I did today? I went to WORK. YES, WORK. I work at my local vet clinic, and let me tell YOU, it gets crazy in there! Tuesdays and Thursdays are the days I work, which are also the surgery days. From holding down 128 lb dogs, to coaxing them awake after surgery, it keeps me on the feet. I love it, and it's what I look forward to every week! I know I'm only, 15 (Almost 16! <3), but I love going to work, and helping everyone out. What can I say? I'm a people pleaser.

I know this was a short blog, and I havent done a vlog in a while! I've been super duper busy, but things have FINALLY started to clam down. I'll do better, I promise!

QUESTION OF THE DAY: Do you have a job? What is it? If not, what do you want your first job to be? Message me on Facebook or Comment! <3

Love you guys-
 Senorita Fatty G. McGee <3

Fatty McGee Plays Tennis

Whoever said that real tennis was anything like Wii Tennis, better watch out. They have a target right between their eyes, and I have a 9mm with hollow points. My mother ("Bossy K") decided that we needed a family sport. Tennis didn't seem too hard, so that's what we picked. Well, we were DEAD wrong about THAT one. We went out to the park, and then proceeded to play on the tennis courts. My father (Dougy D) tried to teach us how to hit the ball, and not ourselves, but it ultimately did not work out that well.. My sister ("Little M") is 9 and she was the best out of all of us, other than hitting herself in the head with the racket.. Twice... My brother ("Dolphin Boy") was.. more challenged. I think he hit the ball 7 times in the entire 3 hours we played. Well, I got tired of hitting thin air and watching the ball hit Little M's face, so I decided to run around the park. Now, I have a history with birds. We do not get along, and frankly I just don't care for them. Last time I had an encounter with them, I tripped in my high heels, and twisted my ankle. It swelled to baseball size, I had to be on crutches for weeks, yada yada yada. WELL. This time, I merely looked up at a passing flock of pigeons, tripped over a curb (in front of cute, muscular guys, I might add), and AGAIN twisted the same ankle as before. I. Can't. Win. BUT! This time, I refuse to be on crutches anymore, so I am walking around with an ankle the size of a small cantaloupe. It's gorgeous colors, too. So, at the end of the day, you can always count of me to find someway to injure myself severely.

QUESTION OF THE DAY: What is your favorite sport? Chess Boxing? Toe Wrestling? Camel Racing? I'd love to know!

- Love,
Senorita Fatty Grande McGee <3

Gotta love the Blondes.

So we all know that one person who isn't quite right, or who isn't quite sane. 99.99927 % of the time, they are blondes. Such a person might say something like, "Look at my glow in the dark bracelet!" when the sun is out. IF you point out the dilemma, they might say something like, "Well, turn it off then!" And they mean it literally. Yes, we all know a Lacey Jo Edge. Who pushes elevator buttons with her nose, and thinks suspenders are the sexiest thing since Ashton Kutcher. We all love them to death, but sometimes we just have to sit back and *facepalm* watch quietly while trying extremely hard not to laugh. <3

QUESTION OF THE DAY: What is your blonde like? (:

-Senorita FattyGrandeMcGee

Facebook isn't for the easily distra- Oh look a bird!

That title is annoying right? Right. It was to prove a point. The reality is, some facebook users have no perception of funny/interesting/half-way smart statuses. Such as these few:

The Let-Me-Tell-You-Every-Detail-of-My-Daily-Life User// SERIOUSLY. We. Don't. Care. "Just woke up!" (Good for you! Now go shower, you look like you got hit by a van.), "Eating oatmeal!" (Really, that's the best boring breakfast food you could think of to eat?), "Bored at work" (I SO hope your boss reads that.), "Traffic is at a stand still. MOVE IT!!!" (THAT is what you get.) Yes, you have 473 friends, NO they do not want to read that your bored, because if they're on Facebook, they probably are too.

The omgzzzz..!! User// "omg!!!!!!!!ky wuz al gurl u havta chil && i wuz al u mak m sad i h8 u.,!".... Am I the only one who BARELY understood that? People, SPEAK ENGLISH. Or Spanish. Or SOMETHING we can Google Translate! There's "Spanish" and "Latin" and even "Yiddish." However there is no choice on Google Translate that says "Stupidity."

The Obsessive Inviter// "Play Paradises Life with me. Which 'Star Wars' character are you? Here are the 'Top 10 Number One Song.' Here are '25 Things About Me.' Here's a drink. What drink are you? We're related! I took the 'What Movie Are You?' quiz and found out I'm Limitless! What Movie are you?" STOP THE MADNESS. If I wanted to play a game, or take a quiz, I would. I confess, I have sent requests, BUT, then I realized how idiotic it was and promptly stopped. The world should do the same.


The Self-Promoter// You know who I'm talking about. The ones who ALWAYS post about their achievements, their fascinating article about the movie Glitter, their poetry reading, AND their "amazing dog walking skillz" <-- Actual Facbook Post. It makes you seem shallow and self- centered. Just sayin'


SO! That was my rant about Facebook Users. By the way, I'm gonna start doing a Question of The Day thing at the end of my blogs. Facebook me or Comment and tell me: What is YOUR biggest pet peeve about Facebook?

<3
  -Senorita FattyGrandeMcGee

Turtle, meet Duct Tape.

Hmm, I feel kinda obligated to blog now. Like, if I don't, some creeper is gonna pelt me with potatoes or something. I dunno, BUT I had an idea a while ago, and I'm sharing it with the world! What is a turtles biggest weakness? IT'S SHELL. I mean, if it flips over, it can't get up, poor thing! SO. I had an idea. WHAT IF I duct taped two turtles together! Problem solved! I could train the turtles to take turns too! Like, every half hour, they would flip on the other turtle and alternate! GENIUS, I know! I plan to try this pretty soon, hopefully. i'll use some snazzy duct tape, and name the turtles Senior Chub, and Fi-Fi! Wish me and my crazy plan good luck! <3
-Senorita FattyGrandeMcGee

Wish Not, Want Not

So I got to thinking. And you know when THAT happens, it's never a good sign. I was thinking, about how many things we take for granted. Nice clothes, music, parents. It's never a good thing to stop remembering how lucky we are to even have been born. I am extremely grateful for everything I am given, and everything that has happened to me. Good or bad, I am thankful for the experience. So many people are ignorant at how much they really have, and all of the people that love them. I thank God that I have so many people that love me, and care about me. You should to. Cause I love you. I might not even know you, but I do. I hope you realize that, yes, you are loved, you should be thankful for everything you have, and to appreciate what is given to you. Don't take this life for granted. <3
- Senorita FattyGrandeMcGee

Rock n' Roll Ain't Noise Pollution

Lately, I've seen a ton of people bashing screamo, metal, and rock music in general. As a rocker to the core, I disagree. Music is a passion, a life style, a therapy. For some, it is rap, or pop, or country music. For me, and many others, it's rock. I know so many people who say that rock music helped them through difficulties. It is a way to express suppressed feelings, it connects in a deep way that coincides with reality. It not JUST anger, and violence. It is passion, emotion, rebellion, the will to not give up. It gives us the courage to face our challenges, it gives us an outlet to the feelings we cannot express. It is therapy, a stimulant, a mood-lifter. Rock is so much more than just one biased view, it is a complex weave of thoughts and feelings. In short, don't hate on something you don't understand. Unless you've felt what rockers feel, keep the adverse opinions to yourself.


- "Music makes me forget my real situation. It transports me into a state which is not my own. Under the influence of music I really seem to feel what I do not understand, to have powers which I cannot have.” - Tolstoy.