FROZEN vs. TANGLED (In-Depth Review)

Hey, everyone! What’s going on?

Today, I came across an article as I was mindlessly scrolling through my newsfeed on Facebook. It was a MoviePilot article written by Kyle Watkins called, “Why Tangled is Better Than Frozen”. He made several points about both films, and after I read it, I thought to myself, why not write my own article?

After I watched Frozen, I thought it wise to keep my mouth shut about how I really felt about it. Because, as a fangirl, I know what can happen if you “trash” someone’s obsession. But, as a fangirl, I also know how great and wonderful the internet is what with anonymity and the awesome power to ignore hateful comments. So, here I am with another review. Since this is a face off between the two movies (two DISNEY movies, at that), this is going to take some serious compare and contrast.

Let’s start off with Tangled.


Tangled is my all-time favorite Disney movie with The Lion King running close behind it. To be honest, Rapunzel has always been my favorite princess, and ever since I was little I was always obsessed with every single Rapunzel thing I came across. Like, seriously, I was a fangirl before I even knew what a fangirl was. However, just because I had a childhood obsession with her doesn’t mean I can’t give good, constructive criticism when there are obvious flaws. And let me tell ya…there are no flaws. Tangled is a beautiful film.


It’s funny, it’s suspenseful, it’s dark, it’s happy, there’s comedy, there’s heartbreak, and it just has an all around feel-goodness to it. I feel like there’s a balance in power between Flynn (voiced by Zachary Levi) and Rapunzel (Mandy Moore), and they each get roughly the same amount of screen time. Plus, not only is Rapunzel kind and beautiful, but she can take care of herself when she needs to, which makes her a strong, female, independent character. Flynn is no prince charming, but he manages to marry the “princess”. The story line is as realistic as a fairytale can get, but it still gives kids a good WOW factor when Rapunzel’s hair can heal things. Really the only flaw that I can even think of is that the message of never giving up on your dreams is a little difficult to find, but even then I feel that kids shouldn’t have it handed to them like it was in Frozen. Back stories were given to many of the characters, (except for the villain, really, which I hate, but what are you gonna do?) and the plot was well-developed with very clear, but not IN YOUR FACE, beginning, rising action, climax, falling action, and resolution. And probably one of the most important thing (at least to me) were the names. They were unique for their origin, but not ridiculously hard to pronounce.

And now, for Frozen.


I loved Frozen. I really did. I’m in love with the fact that it was based in Sweden and the fact that there was so much of the Norse culture involved in the making of this film. If you’ve read any of my other things, you’d know how much I love anything that has to do with Norse culture. As a film, though, I have to act more like a critic on this one. I like the general idea that they had for Frozen, but there are more flaws with this film than Tangled.

Hans and Anna

Yes, it has suspense, love, adventure, and very strong female leads, but there’s something missing. Or rather, something is being overplayed. What is it, you ask? Well, while you were watching the film, did it ever occur to you that it kinda felt like some kind of feminist propaganda product? Not that there’s anything wrong with that. In fact, I love the idea of Disney getting into that kind of thing…except not really. There’s a reason why I watch Disney movies–so I can get away from real life and more serious matters. With Frozen, it seems like that’s all I get. And it always seems like everything is a little over-done and over-rated. For example, the song “Let It Go”, which seems to really play on the popularity of Frozen, really isn’t all that great, if you think about it. Or at least there’s no real deep connection or point attached to it. In Tangled, the songs were more inspirational, and, like Watkins says in his article, were actually necessary, where as Frozen seems to place songs in the most random places. However, the film did have great back stories, but they could’ve at least worked on the names (seriously, Elsa is in the top ten most popular baby names in Sweden).

Tangled vs. Frozen

All in all, both movies are very good. I still enjoyed watching both of them, even though I prefer one of them over the other. Disney has really stepped up their game within the past five years or so what with graphics and plots and character connection and all that jazz. Truth be told, I have yet to see a bad Disney princess movie, so if you have any for me to watch or review, I would gladly accept!

Thank you so much for reading! I post fairly regularly, so stay tuned and I’ll be out with another article very soon. Leave comments and tell me what you think about this topic. I’d love to make conversation! 🙂

~ Myridian

Once Upon a Time in Wonderland Cancelled?

Cancelled? Cancelled? Excuse me. That was on my watch list and you cancelled it.

Hello, everyone. Welcome to this special review featuring the Once Upon a Time spin off TV series, Once Upon a Time in Wonderland. As you may have figured out already, I am particularly peeved about the recent news of this show. ABC thought it would be hilarious to cancel yet another great show and keep the crap shows for everyone to fry their brains on. What is this show about, you ask? What makes it so great? As your critic, I will be delighted to enlighten you why OUTW (my abbreviation because the title is too long) is such a great show.

I know what you might be thinking. Do we really need another version of Alice in Wonderland in the world? The answer is yes, especially this version. What makes this version so special? There are crossovers. Not only that, but the entire cast is absolutely brilliant! The main characters are played by Sophie Lowe (Alice), Michael Socha (Knave of Hearts), Emma Rigby (The Red Queen), Peter Gadiot (Cyrus), and Naveen Andrews (Jafar). I don’t know about you, but whoever casted the show is a downright genius.

The Cast

More on the plot.

The first episode was a little rough, I will admit. In fact, the whole show was a little rough until about halfway through. Now I know that sounds bad, but the show is just different than others on television. You really do have to give it a chance. The graphics are bad and cheap and the plot is kind of cheesy in the beginning, and even though there are better shows to watch, OUTW is addicting! I have to say that the longer I watched it, the better it got, and that’s how I decide if a show is worth watching. If the first episode is interesting enough, I’ll give it a season or two. If it doesn’t make any signs of getting better, I take it off of my watchlist. OUTW has been on my watchlist since the beginning, and it wasn’t going anywhere. That is until ABC decided to cancel it. It’s ironic that just when I was really getting into it, it’s taken away. Not to mention that they cancelled for the dumbest reason anyone could come up with. They canceled it because it being scheduled on Thursday was a problem. So they just cancelled the whole thing.

As much as I would love to tell you guys what it’s all about, my lips are sealed. You have to find out for yourself. Normal critics will probably give you a non-spoiler summary, however I am not exactly “normal”. All I can say is that it’s worth it, and if we all raise hell about it, there is no way ABC can say no.

Once Upon A Time in Wonderland

Thank you so much for reading! I post fairly regularly, so stay tuned and I’ll be out with another article very soon! Leave comments and tell me what you think about this topic. I’d love to make conversation! 🙂

~ Myridian

Everyone Wants to Know…Why Benedict Cumberbatch?

So I have a similar article called, “Everyone Wants to Know…Why Tom Hiddleston?” and included were reasons why Hiddleston has so many devoted fans. Here, I will be explaining why Benedict Cumberbatch has so many fans.

It’s pretty much the same deal, although yes, he does have a strange appearance. The funny thing for me, and probably for some other people as well, is that if a person has a radiant personality, their looks are instantly enhanced. Not that looks are everything. Besides, I think he’s beautiful anyway, to be honest. Also, if someone has an admirable talent and is top notch at what that do, well, ring the wedding bells because now you have my full attention (Yes, Ben, I was hinting. Will you marry me?). I think that it is no coincidence that I like both Hiddleston and Cumberbatch. They’re both so great and wonderful and talented and fantastic and gentlemanly-like and there are just no words that exist in the English language that can equally describe how truly amazing these men are. But back to Ben, shall we?

Sherlock Poster

Most people who think of Benedict Cumerbatch (left) think of Sherlock. Sherlock is a BBC television show (aired in the US on PBS) which has become extensively popular across the world. This show is an awesome display of how far Cumberbatch takes his talents–to a whole other level! His performance is stellar, and, in my eyes, no one could possibly have played a better Sherlock Holmes. He is Sherlock Holmes. Not only speaking for Sherlock, he is Smaug (The Hobbit: Desolation of Smaug), he is Stephen Hawking (Hawking), he is Julian Assange (Fifth Estate), he is Major Jamie Stewart (War Horse). This man is terrific! I praise his way with the art of acting and how much he captures with each character he plays. His work is just so enchanting. He deserves so much more recognition, and I know he’s already so grateful for what he has, but truly he does deserve more. Like Hiddleston, he comes straight from the theatre, which I think is what we need more of these days and is therefore why he is among one of the greatest in my book. Benedict Cumberbatch, everyone.


Thank you so much for reading! I post fairly regularly, so stay tuned and I’ll be out with another article very soon! Leave comments and tell me what you think about this topic. I’d love to make conversation! 🙂

~ Myridian

Everyone Wants to Know…Why Tom Hiddleston?

I guess there are many reasons why I think Tom Hiddleston is such a beautiful person. Aside from his astonishing good looks and painfully enchanting voice, his mind is absolutely wonderful. The fact that he is so open, I think, is why I find such a deep attraction to him. Plus his taste in music and literature has definitely won the key to my heart. For me, anyone who listens to groups like Bon Iver seem more laid back and chill and also tend to be a little more serious, which I love. He has a nice balance, though.

Anyone who has ever watched or read his interviews knows that he can act quite silly, but that’s good! I know for me I would hate it if my partner was so serious all the time. I like someone who’s not afraid to curse a little and just have fun. His impersonations never fail to make me smile or even laugh… Overall, he’s a fun person to be around—or so it seems.

And, of course, one cannot possibly write an article about this amazing man without bringing up his phenomenal performance on-screen—especially the all-famous super-villain, Loki; God of Mischief. I will admit, I am a bit ashamed to admit that “Thor” was in fact the first Tom Hiddleston film I had ever watched. The man has done so many other brilliant films that it’s embarrassing I had to watch a pretty popular one to discover him. In fact, if it had not been for Thor, I probably would’ve never discovered him.

Getting to the point, his performance with the God of Mischief was extraordinary. From personal experience of despising action/superhero films, I have to say that Loki made me fall in love with them. I think it was because, for the first time ever, the villain was never really all that bad. He was actually very likeable in the first “Thor” film. That is until he went completely mad when he found out he was adopted, which would be a little heartbreaking for anyone to find out. On top of that, he was the least favored out of Thor and himself by Odin, who was to crown Thor the “King of Asgard”. I think because there was so much sympathy I felt for Loki, I found myself able to connect with him more, which is not something you always get with villains in superhero films.

I think what with all the different mixed personalities he had to convey in all those films as Loki it might’ve been very challenging. But the fact that he managed to pull it off so well was what really grabbed my attention from the get-go. With every acting role (knowing from my past theatre experiences) an actor/actress must always have an open mind when playing any character. In some ways, they can’t really have one set personality. They have to be everything, even if it’s not really who they are. That’s the beauty of acting, and I think Tom does it so well that it’s almost godly in a way.

Because he portrays all these different emotions and feelings and actions with all of the parts he plays, I think he has become such an open-minded person. He’s charming, he’s attractive, he has a beautiful way with words, he is talented, and simply fantastic. Even though he may doubt it or whatever else, he is honestly one of the most beautiful and inspiring people in the world.

Tom Hiddleston, everyone. Easily one of my favorite actors.

Hiddleston e.e

Thank you so much for reading! I post fairly regularly, so stay tuned and I’ll be out with another article very soon! Leave comments and tell me what you think about this topic. I’d love to make conversation! 🙂

~ Myridian

My Lutheran Church Experience

It’s funny how the world works. Just when I finish my enlightenment story, I am invited to go to church by a group of friends. Last night I decided to stay over at my friend’s house so we could hang out the next day, that way my parents wouldn’t have to drive back and forth between home and her house. The catch was that we had to go to church early in the morning since it just wasn’t an option to stay alone at the house (which is exactly what we had done the night before, so that didn’t make any sense). Whatever. I was cool with it. They knew I wasn’t Christian but I insisted it would be alright. It has been a decade since the last time I had gone to church so maybe the experience would be a little nostalgic in a good way. I probably should have known better. My religion has a history of pillaging churches while simultaneously cursing and mocking the faith in the worst way possible. Also, if that wasn’t awkward enough, I knew very well how ridiculous I thought Christianity was. I should’ve just gone home the night before.

This morning, around 8:30, we arrived at the Hosanna Lutheran Church. An instant flood of memories consumed my mind as I walked through the doors and suddenly I was six years old again. Suddenly I was 12 at the same time. I say this because I was having both flashbacks of undying faith as an innocent child and of when I started hating Christians in my tween and early teen rebellion years. It was one of the most awkward moments I’ve had in a while. I almost got the urge to scream “I’m not really Christian! I’m pagan and believe in many gods!” in front of everyone and then make a run for it. Going to this church was so weird for me. The last I had ever been in a church was when I was still a believer and considered church-goers my family. Today, it was so alienating. I felt uncomfortable, I felt out of my skin, I felt like an outcast, and most importantly, I felt sick. I felt sick because I knew I was alone. It was like relieving my past, the feeling of loneliness and being the outlandish one. But then I felt annoyed and angry. I felt snobby and stuck up. Normally I’m the one who has the greatest religious tolerance out of anyone, but in that moment as I sat down in the room where Pastor Brent was preaching, I was mentally scoffing at everyone around me–mocking them in my mind. This wasn’t how I felt then, but now that I think back to all the things I was thinking, I realize how awful I was being. Don’t get me wrong, I appeared to be respectful on the outside, standing when everyone else did and keeping my mouth shut about how boring and tedious it all was.

But in my head? I was brutal.

I thought about the scene in The Vikings when Ragnar and his men first raided in the West. They slaughtered and enslaved the monks as they pillaged the monastery of its riches. And before they left, Floki sets everything on fire. And the scene when they visit the West for a second time and they raid a small town under the rule of King Aelle. They terrorized the church-goers and pillaged them as well, setting fire to the church building to cripple the Christian faith. I was picturing all of this as I sat in this church, listening to the ramblings of preacher who sounded insane to me. In my head, I re-created these scenes and incorporated them into the very room I was sitting in, daydreaming that Floki, Rollo and Ragnar would come to save me from the poisonous words of a monster (as I grew up associating preachers as). Now, because this article specifically is already a touchy subject what with it being about religion, I am sorry if I have offended anyone so far. I’m sure I will be getting the hate comments in the future. Just know that I am ashamed of these thoughts. Though I believe in my Norse gods and goddesses, I do not agree with what my ancient fellow followers have done in the past. Everything was in the moment and I felt so flustered about being there, remembering how much pain this specific religion had caused me. I had no regrets at the time I was thinking those horrible thoughts, but now I do.

This has been, what you could say, an unnecessary confession, but I felt as if it would bother me if I did not at least write it down. I couldn’t tell anyone this in person; they would be horrified and prejudice. Really my whole point is that this experience has told me how right I am about the path that I have chosen, but that maybe I need to be careful and still hold on to my morals. Losing sight of morality and respect for yourself and others can be just as corrupting as religion itself.

Sherlock Is My Drug

Whether it is the witty, clever, or sassy aspect of BBC’s Sherlock, my mind is hooked on it like a drug. I watch it ritually, whether by day or by night; it does not matter. Before my day is over, I must get the right dose or else I will be driven to insanity. It is no secret that I am guilty for being “Sherlocked” (the term for die-hard fans of the show), and I will stand convicted until death. The sexual innuendos, Sherlock Holmes’ sarcastic and sociopathic attitude, and the twisty, complicated plots are enough to make me go crazy for it. To me, Sherlock is incomparable to any other show on BBC, especially since the all-famous detective is played by Enlgish gentleman, Benedict Cumberbatch, and his assisstant, Dr. John Watson, is played by Martin Freeman.

Hai cx

It’s about five minutes after school starts on a Friday morning, although the withdrawal symptoms have already begun. I can’t get my foot to stop tapping. My mind is whirring like a computer struggling to run 5,000 tabs at once. What time is it now? The clock says 8:23. Only six hours and twenty-seven minutes to go. The wait is too much, and suddenly time begins to suffocate me as it sits on my chest. Now it is 11:57, and even though it has only been three hours and thirty-four minutes, it feels like it has been days.1:06; one hour and forty-four minutes left. My palms are sweating, my skin is itchy, everyone seems to be looking at me, but, oh, I don’t care! It is the feeling of impatience and angst that fuels my need to be Sherlocked yet again, shooting up that high and never letting me back down for mercy. This constant battle I face between reality and dear, blessed Sherlock—how can I ever win? Not once have I ever felt this way with Doctor Who, Downtown Abbey, or even Miranda (other popular TV shows from BBC). Feelings like this are what make Sherlock the king of them all.

Happy Valentine's Day!

Finally, the last bell rings and I race to my locker. Throwing on my petticoat, which reminds me very much of Sherlock Holmes’ own trench coat, I turn up the collar to look most like my favorite consulting detective, and fling my backpack over my shoulder. The weather is harsh and the night is nigh (much closer, it seems, when I have an hour and a half of getting my fix of Sherlock and with homework on top of it). I fly through my homework inhumanly fast, never savoring the knowledge that I could be soaking up, like Sherlock Holmes would do. Though I am ashamed, the feeling is only momentary. For it is now time to indulge myself in the high and vegetate on the couch for the next hour or so. The opening music starts and my muscles receive an electric shock of excitement. The title “Sherlock” is printed across the screen with the London Eye in the background, prominent against the city of London. This is how it all starts. After a few minutes into the episode, Sherlock Holmes is either rattling off some offensive, yet hysterical, insults to a group of people, stating the apparent “obvious” that only a genius could understand, or showing off, which is what he does best. It is the rush I have been waiting for. The science of deduction is suddenly a godly thing when Sherlock zips through a number of concepts to describe what happened at the scene of the crime—so beautifully, so flawlessly. It is his divine power that compliments the show, making it so addictive and interesting, which is yet another reason why Sherlock is BBC’s top show in my eyes.

Main Title

Vindictive, heartless Sherlock, who is not so heartless and vindictive after all, manipulates through his obstacles with grace. However, he is not the only genius behind this show. It is with the help and vision of Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat, the writers of this addictive show, which lures its audience into a 21st century version of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. The show is praised by many with nearly 9.2 million viewers, including me. I am not the only one who would admit that Sherlock is truly incomparable to any other show on BBC. And though it takes nearly two years for the next season to come out (with only three episodes per season), I am loyal enough to be patient until the next premier. In the end, Sherlock is definitely worth becoming obsessed over.

My Enlightenment (Part IV)

What part of the Marvel pantheon did I like? The Norse mythology, of course. Thor, Odin, Frigga, Loki, Heimdall, etc. But most importantly, it was Loki who drew me in. Tom Hiddleston’s portrayal of the mischievous Norse god was so inexplicably wonderful that I just had to find out more. Now, like I mentioned before, I had already known of Thor and Odin, only limited in knowing that were some god figure in another religion. It was Loki who drove me to find out more about my soon-to-be beliefs. With the mighty power of the internet, a motif in my enlightenment story, I searched the hours of the day away. I found out so many things; so many stories and legends and words to live by and the history–oh!–the history! Everything was so enriched and fascinating and…beautiful. I thought to myself: This is what I’ve been waiting for all my life. All this time, confused about who I was and hating the idea of believing in anything…everything had pieced itself together. Suddenly it clicked. It made so much sense in my head. The Tree of Life, Yggdrasil, and the giant Ymir and Ragnarök and the All-Father Odin. I had found who I was.

In those next few weeks after I hit my enlightenment, I opened myself up to this new-found belief. I found forums and communities and blogs and websites all dedicated to the very diverse and complex nature of Norse Heathenry. Along the way, I learned what paganism was and what a pantheon was and what godspeed meant. My grasp on literature became stronger and the Poetic and Prose Edda painted my mind even brighter colors than before. I was happier–no. I’m still happier than I was before. It’s like I’ve been looking at my reflection through murky water that’s been stirred up constantly. Now it’s a crystal-like, polished mirror, with no crack or stains or dust to skew the big picture.

Call it my natural attraction to the arts. Call it a child’s outlook on the world. Call it whatever you will. It is my belief; it is my sanctuary. My Norse gods are what make my world go round. I am Neo-Pagan, and I always will be.


Thank you so much for reading my story! If you haven’t read parts I-III, go ahead and do so now, if you’re interested. Perhaps I can make you see the same light as me? 😉 This will probably be a one-time thing. I won’t normally post anything about my enlightenment, however if you have any questions (any at all), please ask. I would be so happy to answer. Again, thank you, and blessed be.

My Enlightenment (Part III)

I started discovering the many wonders (and dangers) of the internet at a young age. When I was twelve, I got my first computer in which I covered in Tinker Bell stickers and called my baby. There wasn’t a single moment when I wasn’t on that damn thing, and it’s still the case now with my newest computer. This was both a good and a bad thing. Good because I discovered so many things whilst on there; bad because I became less and less social and active. I would have to say that the good weighs out the bad by far, and it included the many bands and artists that I discovered and am still discovering to this day. With the power and magic of the internet, I was now able to look up music that sounded similar to the music in The Lord of the Rings and other medieval movies. Naturally I found bands like Faun, Omnia, The Moon and the Nightspirit, Valravn, Qntal, Jennifer van der Harten, Adrian Von Ziegler, Miranda Sex Garden, Era, Enya, and so much more. I was interested in traditional Irish folk music, Celtic music–it was all so beautiful and inspirational to me. Only now does it all make sense.

My mother had given me several Celtic rings (a simple Celtic knot for the middle finger, a spinning Celtic knot band for the thumb, another Celtic knot thumb ring, and the Irish Celtic heart for the pinky. To top it all off, my father mentioned one time that I was descended directly from pure-blood Celts. Our ancestry goes back to the Scottish, Irish, Wales, and England roots. I went through a major ancestry pride moment at that point. I still have a lot of pride in my ancestry, but it was insane at this point. The part when everything was finally coming together was when I was thirteen years old (2011). Around this time, Marvel had released Thor’s first film, in which I watched promptly after it became available on Hulu (it’s like Netflix, only better). Before, I had been aware that Thor was an actual god, but I had no idea what for. Little did I know then, I would soon come to be more associated with him and other Norse gods to come.

I have Marvel to thank for helping me most of all in my enlightenment. If it wasn’t for their pantheon of superheroes and deep connection with the mythology, I would still be wandering around the borders of Christianity and Atheism.

Thank you for reading! I know it took me a month before I could post this, but it was because of my busy schedule, what with school and everything. We’re almost done with my enlightenment story, so stay tuned for the next chapter 🙂

Love and Your Partner

You know, I think it’s something that everyone thinks about at least once in their life time.

Who loves me?

Who will I marry one day?

What will our life be like?

How long will our relationship last?

Will we be able to talk to each other about anything?

I’ve had the same thoughts and questions, and it seems I have them often. It’s only natural, of course, because who doesn’t want to know who the love of their life will be? For me, I feel as love will never come for me, but then I think about so many people who have had the same thoughts and are now married with a family of their own. It is simply fascinating to me, for some reason, how much people doubt themselves and end up having that opportunity to share a love with someone.

Love itself is something that fascinates me. How is it that two people could “fall in love” by having a certain connection with each other? It could be the same connection that you have with several of your friends or even family, yet still give your true love to that one person.

It’s fascinating to me, honestly—just plain and simple. Do any of you share my thoughts?Image

Thank you so much for reading! I post fairly regularly, so stay tuned and I’ll be out with another article very soon! Leave comments and tell me what you think about this topic. I’d love to make conversation!

~ Myridian

My Enlightenment (Part II)

So for the next few years, I battled with myself about my faith. Suddenly everything I had learned about the Bible and Lord Christ and God didn’t make sense to me. Christ died for our sins…so why must we still be forgiven? If God loves us all so much and cares about us equally, then why does he damn some of us to Hell? Maybe I never looked into more. Maybe I wasn’t quite understanding correctly. But…I still felt so uncomfortable when I went to church. I no longer enjoyed singing the hymns. I lost interest in attempting to read and study the Bible. I stopped saying my prayers at night. Every time someone said “God bless you” when I sneezed, I lingered on their words and found myself wondering why they said that. Why would you want God to bless you every time you sneezed?

“It’s because your heart stops for a split second,” someone once told me. “And the Devil can come in at that moment. You need God’s blessing when you sneeze.”

And what’s so wrong with the Devil? What bad things does he do? It seems like God is the bad guy in all of this. He’s the one that damned him to Hell.

I was too young to be so disappointed. Eventually I found comfort in old fairytales and Disney movies about magic and true love. Around this time, I had also discovered The Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, and Spider Man (which all have helped me become who I am today). My life was a fantasy–especially during this time since I had just moved into my grandma’s house with my dad. She had a lot of land in her backyard and most of it was made up of woods. I spent most of my time there, taking walks with my grandma and every once in a while playing with my cousins there. We would reenact LOTR, putting our own twists in it. I was always the elf–very much like Arwen with my pale skin, blue eyes (unfortunately they changed to hazel as I got older) and long, dark hair (which I just recently cut -.- not happy about it haha).

All the while, I settled with being an atheist at the age of seven. As I came upon the age of nine, I was finding a new way of life and a completely new style. My music tastes changed slightly. I had always listened to rock, but it was old rock. I was listening to 80s rock and bands like Korn, Marilyn Manson, and, shameful as it is, Nickelback. Now I was listening to Black Veil Brides, Sleeping With Sirens, Alesana, and, again, shameful as it is, Blood On the Dance Floor. One can only imagine what was to come next.

People at my school started whispering to each other as I passed them in the halls. They stared at my black clothes and heavy eye makeup (yes, I do realize I was only nine; I’m a spoiled child, what can I say?). My attitudes started to change at this time, too. Normally I was so happy, but this was only the beginning of the sour puss I am today. I admired Satan–not necessarily worshiped–but really I did it just to spite all the Christians that surrounded me. I became so angry at everyone. I had gotten it in my head that everyone in the world was like the people at my school; cruel, mean, harsh, fake, unloving, you name it. Around the time when I was turning ten, I rediscovered a band called Flyleaf. I remembered how much I loved Lacey’s voice. The way she sang about God and Christ… Lacey was the first person in a long time to bring me back to the light of Christianity.

Now, I know what you might be thinking. “Damn, you were a bipolar child.” I’m still bipolar. But not about religion anymore. You see, I was so confused and so crushed and broken at this point by my fellow classmates that I just needed something to hang on to. Now I know that I was just using God for comfort, but I will admit that it helped a little.

My mother decided to bring up the topic of change when I was about twelve years old. I relented her for even discussing it and I felt that my normally strong connection with her was breaking. This was the first time I felt that the world was against me. Little did I know, change was going to happen anyway. When the internet came along, it started happening without me even realizing it.


Okay, so I got part two down. There is still much more to come! I tried to make this one a little longer than the last one, but it still came up a little short. I have the attention span of a fish. Until next time!