Enjoy yourself. School & Work will not be the essence of my life. I will be happy. I know what makes me happy and I will live my life the way I want. You should too. Don't become engrossed with this fabricated life we are told to live. Do the dont's.
The greatest villain of all time: devoted to antagonism, loyal to crime, constant lethality, chronic insanity, abiding by chaos, eternally fearless, and perpetually intelligent, or as you probably know him, the Joker. The Joker, with his plots of scoundrel and a mind to execute each tactic, is the definition of a villain, the world’s greatest. The Joker has only one weakness and this one weakness is the sole reason he is the greatest villain. To be the greatest villain you must have that constant opposing force between you and the protagonist. The Joker has this connection with his weakness; there’s a magnetic force that keeps him intact with it and it will never vanish. The Joker will always and forever be the moth attracted to the porch light. His weakness? The Batman. He needs the Batman, and the Batman needs him. It is an eternal fight simply because they will not kill each other. In the movie, The Dark Knight the Joker says to Batman, “This is what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object.” Implying they will forever battle. His weakness being his biggest strength makes for a comprehensive villain. The Joker simply has no true personality of his own. He can be anyone he wants to be and this is why he is able to manipulate a vast amount of people. The Joker has no empathy. He is responsible for thousands of deaths, crimes, and drastic damage but feels no remorse. Self-centered and egotistical, the Joker will commit crimes for his own benefit. The Joker is a masochist; he enjoys chaos. He pushes his victims to the edge and finds great pleasure in his victims’ last moments. He believes it is then that people show you their true colors. The Joker is mad. He is insane. His mental state is demented and this is the reason he is a great villain. He is a villain with a constant motive to create evil chaos and he’ll do it with a smile. The Joker is exceptionally intelligent. His plots and schemes are well thought out and his methods are unpredictable. He is a mad genius. When facing authority his twisted psychotic logic helps him slip out from any situation. No one thinks like the Joker, making his mind seem kaleidoscopic. Skilled in chemistry and engineering, the Joker is an expert with explosives. The Joker is also computer literate and he uses his intelligence to his advantage. Being an insane genius, the Joker is able to fulfill his passionate love for destruction. This is his only passion, his only desire. He does not fancy money, or material things. He lives for disorder. The Joker is undeniably one of the greatest villains of all time. He is definitely and without a doubt the top dog. He is the villain who surpasses all villains. The villain you can’t help but want to understand. The villain that draws you in and keeps you wanting more. The villain who set the standard so high, no villain will ever top it. He is unquestionably brilliant, passionately chaotic, profoundly diabolical, immensely acidic, atrociously wicked, savagely brutal, and evidently authentic, or as I like to call him, the greatest villain of all time, the Joker.
Sources: Background information gained from these sites and also a sense of who the joker really is. Nothing actually taken from these sites.
1.) "Joker (comics)." Wikipedia, The Free Encyclopedia.. 2.) “Biography for The Joker (Character) from The Dark Knight (2008)” IDMb, The Internet Movie Database.< http://www.imdb.com/character/ch0000180/bio>.
Of my seventeen years on earth, I can say, that the year of 2008 was most definitely the worst year of my life. I was bombarded, to the highest degree, with amounts of issues I couldn’t handle. By “couldn’t handle”, I mean I fell apart. I was a solid dispersed in a liquid. It was a strange occurrence. Almost like when you take corn starch and add water. You can roll it into a solid ball with your hands and the second you release the ball it disperses into a liquid. I couldn’t keep my shape. I was contorted, mentally. The problems, alone, weren’t ones I couldn’t handle. But the volume of incidents that flooded my life, in a matter of a year, were what brought my life to its lowest point.
It wasn’t accumulative. I was smothered with a number of problems. Let’s say the starting point was the end of my sophomore year and I finally pulled it together by the end of summer 2009. I was in love. I spent every waking day with my boyfriend while I maintained a 3.6 gpa at a private school, held a job for over a year, and danced on a very eminent competition team. I was happy and satisfied with my life. After a year my boyfriend and I ended. He was my first love and naturally all hell broke loose. This is where the smothering began.
Mr.Bettin, an art teacher at Judge, noticed something seriously wrong with me. I remember on the last day of school he said this to me, “Heal over the summer okay?” I didn’t heal, I got worse. My entire summer consisted of me in a state of mortification. I was completely and seriously, devastated. I came back to school my junior year still a complete and utter mess. I developed a case of hypersomnia. Think of insomnia, then the complete opposite that’s hypersomnia. I couldn’t keep a high gpa, I dropped all the AP courses I planned to take and Mr. Bettin barely let me take his advanced art class. I missed an excessive amount of school and over the summer I dislocated my elbow so I could no longer lifeguard and so, I quit my job. I didn’t have many friends at the beginning of the summer either because when I was with my boyfriend he was my only real friend. I weeded away all my other friends. I had to rebuild friendships and create new ones; the problem with this was my views on friends completely changed after I met my boyfriend. I found myself constantly comparing people to him. I always felt he was a better friend than anyone could ever be and it made it hard for me to make new friends.
I developed some form of depression. My mom and I no longer got along and the rules she set for me were diminished. I hated all her loser boyfriends, and I felt like she wasn’t doing her part as a mom and I let her know it. It became an enormous problem. It escaladed down into my decision to move out. I packed my things before I knew my grandparents would even let me live with them. Being grandparents, of course they let me live with them. I was in for it though. It was like an infomercial. You think you’re going to get something better than what you have but turns out the thing breaks. Living with my grandparents was completely different than just visiting them. Let’s just say it wasn’t the brightest idea to move there. My grandparents forced me to quit my dance team because of my grades. There’s one thing in the world I love more than anything and that is dancing. My grades didn’t get any better, they got worse.
The family fights were outrageous, so outrageous we started seeing a Shrink. My mom, grandparents, the Shrink, and I all in a room, mad at each other. The sessions never went too well and once my mom and grandparents felt insulted by the shrink and we no longer saw him. He did prescribe medication for my depression but I always forgot to take my pill so who knows if it would’ve ever helped.
So here I was depressed, mortified, a hypersomniac, a ruthless teenager, and still issue upon issue dog piled on top of me. I ended up moving back to my mom’s house once we were on good terms and that was the starting point of my healing. Slowly but surely I began to accept the break-up, regain my friends, be on good terms with my family, recover from hypersomnia, depression gone, job gained, and I felt content about things. I still have not fully recovered from that year. Junior year is your most important year and it happened to be the year I fell apart. I’ve grown. It was the worst year I’ve had but probably the most important. Honestly, I’m scared this state of happiness might be temporary. On a positive note, my grades are now higher than ever and I am moving on. It’s natural to be scared that it will all happen again but I am stronger; I can handle a lot more under my belt. I won’t ever disperse into a liquid again. I will always strive to keep my shape solid.
To lay it all out on the table, I'm seeing Saxon. Simple as that, I'm seeing him. We're not "together", meaning we're not official. I'm fine with that though and I know he is too. We haven't really talked about being in a relationship and I think it's because we both know that what we have right now is fine; and if it continues down this loverly path, our relationship will be deserving of a title. This whole waiting experience is making me truly appreciate relationships. It's never been this way for me, I've never really had to wait. It was always, "I like you, you like me, you're my girlfriend, and I'm your boyfriend" type of thing. Waiting makes you want it, it makes you think, and it gives you time to contemplate the whole thing. Having it handed to you isn't the same as earning it, deserving it. Having a title to our relationship isn't so important to me, what's important is that our relationship is a good one. The important thing is that I know he's mine, with or without a title. In all being said, I've quit taking bong rips, and quit smoking blunts, because I care about what he thinks, and I don't want us to end over some teenage nirvana.
"There's something you do, that got me walkin' on the moon" -The-Dream
I guess you can say it's been awhile since I've actually liked someone. I say actually because liking someone in the past year hasn't gotten to the extent of ACTUAL, until now. I'm attracted to certain things, certain people, certain aspects, and he seems to possess a lot of the things I'm attracted to. I'm not used to this. Not at all. THIS hasn't happened in so long and not only that but this is different. It's new, it's fresh, it's something I can't seem to get enough of. It's been about a month since we've been seeing each other and I'm afraid I'm going to have to wait a long while before I know if anything will BE. He has the opportunity to go out of state and take a job that will pay him extremely well. The problem here is that he'll be gone for four months and if he decides to go he leaves about mid April. That gives me about a month to continue seeing him and if he decides to leave I'm going to be left with the continuing question of "what if?." I mean what if he does stay? Would it? Could it become anything? and if he goes do I wait for him because I see potential in our relationship? or if he goes do I still talk to him but do my own thing? or do i completely shut him out of my life and say nice seeing you? What would make me happy? What would make him happy? There are so many questions, so many possibilities, and I hate that this is so complicated. I hope this is all for the better, and in the end we're both happy. We deserve it.
