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sickriotgirl Oct. 17, 2004 -- 6:59 p.m. |
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Username - Sick riot girl? You're one of those Avril Lavigne fangirls, aren't you? Or fucking Good Charlotte or something. I fucking hate Good Charlotte. First Impression - Pink and black... Times New Roman... a clichéd title... "hearts are made to be broken by love". Now I know you're an Avril Lavigne fangirl. Errors - The horizontal bar on the left there, in the middle of the navigation... yeah, what the fuck is it doing there? You really ought to have it either between ALL of the categories, or not there at all, because it looks retarded. Also, "To", "Be" and "By" in your title shouldn't be capitalized. My my my, you're also a "rebel", what with your weed and your alcohol. I must say; I'm impressed. Awww, and you're "in love" with your boyfriend. How adorable. Insert eyeroll of massive proportions here. This right here is my favorite: "[73] What are you addicted to? What's between my legs." I am SO impressed. 5/10 Layout - Pink and black. Could you have gotten any more typical? The answer is no. It's not even fucking self designed. The layout itself is okay, but remove that retarded bar, change the colors, and get a font that doesn't suck cock for a living. 3/20 Content - I should probably also mention, black isn't a fucking color. Black is the absence of color. Have I mentioned yet that I really hate it when black is listed as a person's favorite color? No? Because I do. I hate it with the fiery passion of a thousand angry soccer moms. You only have a hundred and twenty or so entries, so I'll start at the beginning. Why, look at that, you're cheating on some guy named Jeremy with some guy named Robert. Damn. My respect for you just dropped three more points. Way to go. What's up with the blockquote bullshit? I don't understand. Commentary on your dairy entries? But... wait, aren't your diary entries supposed to be commentary in and of themselves? A paradox indeed. What I mean to say is, cut that shit out, it's stupid. I know you're trying to be awesome and "reveal your inner thoughts" and whatnot through the use of blockquotes, but that's what the entire entry is for. You dumbass. Well maybe if your dumb ass wasn't getting drunk, you wouldn't have this problem. You realize that now I can't take anything you say about heartbreak seriously, right? I mean, now that I know you've fucking cheated on your boyfriend and all that. That's bloody disgusting. If you didn't want to be with him, you shouldn't have been with him, no reason to go sleeping around. But hey, I'm here to review your shitty writing, not your shitty morals, right? right. Too many names. Get a cast page. Or stop using names. Well MAYBE if a certain girl with a certain diary hadn't done a certain thing with a certain someone who wasn't a certain boyfriend, your ex wouldn't be an "ignorant bastard". Plus, it's kind of hard for him to be well-informed when you keep avoiding him, now isn't it? Elementary, my dear Watson. "female race"? You've fucking got to be kidding me. Female race. Pffft. You just dropped another three points on the respect meter. I love your awful spelling by the way. "Modivation" (motivation) and "pesturing" (pestering) are my favorites so far. Insert massive eyeroll here. You're such a twat. And not even the good kind of twat that is really awesome and will sit next to you at pep rallies and make fun of people with you. No. You're the bad kind of twat that's convinced she's better than everyone else and can walk around on people's hearts and cry about it when it happens to her. Right, right, your writing, not your morals. Gotta remember that. Only if we're lucky, sweet cheeks; only if we're lucky. Quit spelling it "beleive". It's believe, dammit, BELIEVE. Bee Eee Ell Eye Eee Vee Eee. Believe. It's really not rocket science. Look, a poem. This just gets better and better, doesn't it? "I can feel myself falling..." whoah whoah whoah, back the fuck up. "I can feel myself falling"? How much more like a thirteen year old lovesick cunt can you GET? "I can feel myself falling"... fucking priceless. I mean, talk about fucking clichéd. That takes the fucking cake. Too many question marks and dots, stop it. I'll let the capital words go for now because I do it on here too, but try to keep that to a minimum. More poetry, lots of self pity over your mom. I like how you never tell us what she's doing that's so terrible. You overuse ellipses (the three dots) and I hate it when people do that. Stop. Stop now. You put words in randomly where they don't belong and it sounds awkward. "I'm the only person in this town that actually generally cares about people" or "The squawking from the poor bird woke me up today unfortunitly". Haha, unfortunately isn't even spelled right. Way to go. Generally and unfortunately are completely unnecessary in those sentances. I think you're using too many adverbs and it's crapping up your style (which, truth be told, needs a LOT of work...) You said this already, in almost the exact same way, just five or so entries before then. Way to not be redundant. How cute. Brittany explains how to be popular. Why, is that the sound of my respect for you dropping fifteen more points? Yes, yes I think it is. Could HAVE. Not could OF. Could HAVE. I could have gone to the store. I could have shot that guy. You get the point. Christ. Okay, I'm sick of this. I can't handle the rest of the entries. I did pretty good. Made it to September. Anyway. Stop being so dramatic. It doesn't matter. No, don't argue with me, it really doesn't. Why are you even wasting your time recording it? There are no epiphanies or revelations, nothing life-changing has happened. It's all just daylog and bullshit and not even interesting bullshit. So really, why are you doing it? Why are you keeping a diary? To keep a record of your life? To open people up to new perspectives, new lives, new expiriences? Because I'm sorry, but girls like you with diaries like this are a dime a dozen. Try digging deeper, or framing exceptionally important moments or meanings or something like that. Quit the "woe is me, I cheated on my boyfriend, I really just want to be loved, my mom is a cunt" act and pull yourself together. Or kill yourself. Really, I don't give two shits either way. 2/65 Would I Come Back? - That would be a no. 0/5 Bonus - It's raining. I like rain. This is probably not because of you, but still, I'm in a good mood. So plus one for the weather. +1/5 Total - 0/100. I hope you die of AIDS. Well, technically you'd die of something else, like pneumonia, but still. It's the thought that counts. Because you removed the link after your review was completed, your score has been changed to zero. Have a nice day, douchebag. Reviewed by Amanda | ||
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