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| Thou shalt not steal if there is a direct victim.
Thou shalt not worship pop idols or follow lost prophets.
Thou shalt not take the names of Johnny Cash, Joe Strummer, Johnny Hartman, Desmond Decker, Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix or Syd Barret in vain.
Thou shalt not think that any male over the age of 30 that plays with a child that is not their own is a peadophile. Some people are just nice.
Thou shalt not read NME.
Thall shalt not stop liking a band just because they’ve become popular.
Thou shalt not question Stephen Fry.
Thou shalt not judge a book by it’s cover.
Thou shalt not judge Lethal Weapon by Danny Glover.
Thall shalt not buy Coca-Cola products. Thou shalt not buy Nestle products.
Thou shalt not go into the woods with your boyfriend’s best friend, take drugs and cheat on him.
Thou shalt not fall in love so easily.
Thou shalt not use poetry, art or music to get into girls’ pants. Use it to get into their heads.
Thou shalt not watch Hollyoaks.
Thou shalt not attend an open mic and leave before it’s done just because you’ve finished your shitty little poem or song you self-righteous prick.
Thou shalt not return to the same club or bar week in, week out just ’cause you once saw a girl there that you fancied but you’re never gonna fucking talk to. Thou shalt not put musicians and recording artists on ridiculous pedestals no matter how great they are or were.
The Beatles: Were just a band.
Led Zepplin: Just a band.
The Beach Boys: Just a band.
The Sex Pistols: Just a band.
The Clash: Just a band.
Crass: Just a band.
Minor Threat: Just a band.
The Cure: Just a band.
The Smiths: Just a band.
Nirvana: Just a band.
The Pixies: Just a band.
Oasis: Just a band.
Radiohead: Just a band.
Bloc Party: Just a band.
The Arctic Monkeys: Just a band.
The Next Big Thing.. JUST A BAND. Thou shalt give equal worth to tragedies that occur in non-english speaking countries as to those that occur in english speaking countries.
Thou shalt remember that guns, bitches and bling were never part of the four elements and never will be.
Thou shalt not make repetitive generic music, thou shalt not make repetitive generic music, thou shalt not make repetitive generic music, thou shalt not make repetitive generic music.
Thou shalt not pimp my ride.
Thou shalt not scream if you wanna go faster.
Thou shalt not move to the sound of the wickedness.
Thou shalt not make some noise for Detroit.
When I say “Hey” thou shalt not say “Ho”.
When I say “Hip” thou shalt not say “Hop”.
When I say, he say, she say, we say, make some noise- kill me.
Thou shalt not quote me happy.
Thou shalt not shake it like a polaroid picture.
Thou shalt not wish you girlfriend was a freak like me.
Thou shalt spell the word “Pheonix” P-H-E-O-N-I-X not P-H-O-E-N-I-X, regardless of what the Oxford English Dictionary tells you.
Thou shalt not express your shock at the fact that Sharon got off with Bradley at the club last night by saying “Is it”.
Thou shalt think for yourselves. And thou shalt always. Thou shalt always kill! | | |
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First and foremost, your AIM or MSN screen name should be some rad song title and/or lyric. Remember, the more x's you have in it, the more scene you are.
Next, go buy yourself some girl's jeans. Face it, the tighter your jeans are, the more scene you will be, and the more the hardcore kids will hate you for it. Try on a pair of jeans and find that you're a perfect woman's 2? Buy a woman's 0 and suck it in.
After you buy your jeans, go straight to Hot Topic and buy every single band shirt they have. Even if you've never listened to the band, or worse, never head of them either. [Being scene, you're supposed to know every single band in the scene. Duh.] If people ask you about them, just say you like the "old stuff" and no one will ever know that you actually hate Norma Jean. Never buy anything larger than a Youth Medium. Ever.
Dont forget to pick up a white leather belt on your way out!
So, now you're dressed pretty scene, but how's your hair? Is it dyed black? Maybe with some bleach-blonde streaks? Do your bangs cover one of your eyes? If you answered no to any of these, shut up, grab a pair of scissors, and chop away. Never go and get your hair done, ALWAYS do it yourself.
Good job. Now your hair is the sex. But, your look wont get you anywhere if you dont know how to dance. And by dance, I mean beat the crap out of people. First of all, you need to make sure you claim your space in the pit. As the band starts, push everyone back and scream something obscene. Then you need to start to pace the pit just so everyone knows that you can move in your pants. Pacing the pit involves doing a half walk-half skip across the room, while looking downwards and shaking your head. But dont mess up your hair.
Then, when the time is right [trust me, you'll know when] throw your arm back and hopefully, you'll hit someone in the face.
5 scene points if his nose bleeds.
Begin two-stepping. If you dont know how to two-step, you might as well leave and go practice in your living room in front of a mirror until you get it. Add some sweet floor-punches and a couple spin-kicks into the crowd, and you're set. Notice how I didnt mention the windmill. It's because that everyone knows that everyone is able to do the windmill. Too bad.
Now for the pile up! As everyone runs up to the stage, make sure you go last so you can be that cool kid on top of the pile. If you dont know the words to the song, fake it, and hope that its just screaming.
Your job is done.
Stand in the middle of the floor, with your arms crossed and survey the scene.
Good job, scene. Good job.
So you're offically labeled an bunshole now that you've given a couple of people black eyes. That's ok, that's the point.
Now that you're back home, go straight for your computer and immediately check your myspace. Get really pissed off when you dont have any friend requests, and get even more pissed off when no one has left you a comment in the 6 hours you werent home. Figure its because you havent updated your pictures in a couple of weeks and go take some more. Take about 80, but use the 2 most flattering ones. Remember, the more skin you show, or if you're sitting on the toilet, the more comments you will get.
Go outside and have a cig break and redraw the black X's on your hands. Afterall, you ARE straightedge. Everyone KNOWS cigs dont count!
Look up at the stars, sigh, and thank god that you're not emo. | | |
| so basically yesterday i went to see gym class heroes plus supporting bands in the zodiac in oxford with eka and omiemie. it was amazing...
when we got to the venue we had to line up for like an hour but it was alright bcos their tour bus was just next to the queue. while we where there we entertained our selfs by singing nigerian songs and dancing. travis then stuck his head outta their tour bus (which was parked right in front of us). he was "are you guys cold?". then he started posing and people were taking pictures. At 7 they started letting people in. we went up and we were a row away from the barrier which was good enough. Hangar 18 came on. at first everyone was like ok... who are they but then the crowd started getting into the music and it was going good. we were the only ones proper dancing to H 18. then Madina lake came on. everyone was screaming. they played pecadillos then now or never. during that song i had to go pee. i was scared i would loose my place but i didnt. before they started playing Adiala, nathan was like everyone should build a big mosh pit and also jump and wave our arms. Nathan now jumped in and got punched. he started bleeding profusely but they continued playing anyways. but then they cut the set short cause of the bleeding and nathan had to go to the hospital :( After this, GCH finally came on. they played papercuts, 7 weeks, new friend request, taxi driver,nothing boy vs the echo factor.... they also played scandalous scholiastic for the second time and did a special medly of songs from the first album. yahh. travis also told us some very funny stores about smoking weed and seeing jesus telling him to add him on myspace. hehe. when they left everyone kept chanting GCH GCH GCH. so they came back and played clothes off. it was sooo good. After that we took our stuff from the cloak room and went outside to wait for the band to come out. we bought hangar 18's cd (two in fact). he thanked us and gave us hugs. thentravis cam eout. we were like pictures plsss. he was likeyeh and omiemie was scavenging for her camera. finally took it and he signed my ticket. then we took pictures with disashi and de jesus. also meet mathew from madina lake and he signed the cd i bought. good timesss. i also bought a gch t shirt from the merch table. expensive! today i found out on myspace that madian lake cant play gigs today cause nathan was seriously injured. he cant open his mouth bcos of stiches in it. :( hope he gets well soon. but they will paly the rest of the tour so that alright. | | |
| so for the past 2 days ive been having my stinking AS exams which majorly sucks.
yesterday i had sociology. that was alright since i took for GCSE so i knew what i was doing.
today i was freaking out. i had psychology. which is the most boring subject to grace this earth. it ended out ok cause im smart and whatnot  just finished reading Real Ultimate Power: the offical ninja book
that book is amazing. everyone go read it.
the website which has a lot of funny stuff on it: http://www.realultimatepower.net/
i could only read this book at home or in school. i tried reading it on the bus but i had to repress fat giggles  stuff from the site: Ninjas can kill anyone they want! Ninjas cut off heads ALL the time and don't even think twice about it. These guys are so crazy and awesome that they flip out ALL the time. I heard that there was this ninja who was eating at a diner. And when some dude dropped a spoon the ninja killed the whole town. My friend Mark said that he saw a ninja totally uppercut some kid just because the kid opened a window. And that's what I call REAL Ultimate Power!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If you don't believe that ninjas have REAL Ultimate Power you better get a life right now or they will chop your head off!!! It's an easy choice, if you ask me. Ninjas are sooooooooooo sweet that I want to crap my pants. I can't believe it sometimes, but I feel it inside my heart. These guys are totally awesome and that's a fact. Ninjas are fast, smooth, cool, strong, powerful, and sweet. I can't wait to start yoga next year. I love ninjas with all of my body (including my pee pee). | | |
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we walked so farrr away from the place until we asked these people on bikes and they were like "its down there" pointing to where we came from. so we had to trek back and got there late. 
