Post by Vannah White on Dec 12, 2018 19:07:46 GMT -5
What happened to MySpace?
Feat. Elina Stardust
Feat. Elina Stardust
It's the year 2005, a time where there were only two genders and just about everyone thought ''Holla Back Girl'' from Gwen Stefani was B-A-N-A-N-A-S. Oh, this was also around the time Elina Stardust hit puberty and created her first social media account on MySpace.
Now that the scene has been set; picture a sixteen year old girl who strongly resembles the Elina Cartel we know today, storming through the front door with her face in her hands crying hysterically as she runs past her mom who tried so hard to welcome her with open arms.
Her mom grumbles about how she's getting sick and tired of her daughters pre-Madonna bullshit but decided to follow her overly dramatic edgy teen into her bedroom.
Life was soooooooooo hard.
'Aww, what's wrong baby?'' Ms. Cartel asks as her daughter falls onto her bed as if she had been hit with a steel chair.
''There's this new girl at school. She's super pretty and smart and I think everybody likes her...'' Elina confesses while still sobbing hysterically.
''Well that's great hun, maybe you two can be friends?''
''Ugh, no way mum!'' Says the twitchy teen with bipolar mood swings. ''I hate her. She's such a little pretentious goody too shoos! Can you believe that today teacher Vanessa showed off her drawing to the rest of the art class as an exemplary piece?''
''I don't know hun, maybe it was a really nice picture.'' Ms. Cartel retorts with a look of apprehension on her face. ''Don't you worry, you're an amazing artist in your own right just take a look around your room!''
Look! Several beautiful sunsets, rivers and portraits of famous people like Amy Winehouse are hand drawn upon her wall. Based on these drawings, you could conclude she was an extremely talented individual. Well, if not for the fact...
''Elina, you've traced these pictures all by yourself.''
Don't you ever change, Elina.
''Yeah but then in fifth period teacher Vanessa also read out a poem the new girl wrote and liked it! I hate her so much!''
With her daughters salty tears all dried up, she sits next to Elina and embraces her tightly. ''Well hun, why don't you share one of your poems with me then?''
Finally, we see the little brat smile. For those keeping count, we've been through sadness, anger and now happiness in the span of five minutes. With the stage set, Elina Stardust let's out a self indulging cough to clear her throat.
''I only have five...''
''Oh.'' Ms. Cartel said as if all the wind had been sucked out from her sails. ''Well, five is better than none right? Hey, what's up with you and Pandora, I haven't seen her around lately.''
Elina let's out an exasperated sigh. ''She said they upped her prozac intake again and that she won't be able to come outside to play in traffic for the next couple of weeks.''
''Play in traffic?''
''It's just a saying, mum.'' Said the teen with a overly dramatic eye roll. ''Look, I think I need to change schools! If I see that stupid girl eating lunch with the most popular boy in school again, I think I am going to develop an eating disorder!''
Elina pushed her mother away. ''Elina, stop it. You're not changing schools and your not going to develop any sort of eating disorder! Look, why don't you give Pandora a call and see how she's doing while I fix you up some dinner, ok?''
''Fine.''
As her mother gets up and leaves, Elina mumbles something nasty under her breath. She pulls out her Nokia N70 and calls up her bestie, Pandora.
''Hey, Pandora!''
''Shut the fuck up!''
''Huh?''
''Sorry, I was just... talking to someone else.''
''Who?''
''It's complicated, Elina.'' Pandora let's out a dramatic sigh, sounded super edgy. ''I am glad you called, it's great to have another voice to talk to. How's your paper coming along?''
''It isn't.'' Elina admitted. ''I'm waiting to see what everyone else in class is doing first before I start writing my paper, it sorta just makes everything easier.''
''Do you think teacher Vanessa will notice?''
''Probably not.'' Elina bragged.
''Leave me the fuck alone!''
''What?'' Elina asked. ''Are you ok Pandora?''
''No, just let me die!'' Pandora cried.
*CLICK*
(Clarification... this is the sound of the line dropping, not the gun Pandora wished she could use to kill herself. )
Elina Cartel looks to be frozen in fear but her feelings prove to be superficial and fleeting when she realizes her friend is just being bat shit insane again and so with a simple shrug of the shoulders she forgets all about her and takes a seat at her desktop computer.
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Dude, it's 2005 what exactly did you expect?
In 2005, MySpace meant everything to Elina Stardust. In less then three years from this faithful day, Facebook would go on to emerge as the next big thing which rendered Myspace and it's platform outdated and useless... worse yet, it just wasn't cool anymore.
Enraged by these developments she would grow up with disdain for all Social Media websites and the users who stood the most to benefit from said platforms. Facebook, Twitter AND Instagram... pfft more like INSTAhate.
With the death of Myspace the stardust sparkle queen had fallen but she would soon rise again, as...
Elina Cartel.
Now that the scene has been set; picture a sixteen year old girl who strongly resembles the Elina Cartel we know today, storming through the front door with her face in her hands crying hysterically as she runs past her mom who tried so hard to welcome her with open arms.
Her mom grumbles about how she's getting sick and tired of her daughters pre-Madonna bullshit but decided to follow her overly dramatic edgy teen into her bedroom.
Life was soooooooooo hard.
'Aww, what's wrong baby?'' Ms. Cartel asks as her daughter falls onto her bed as if she had been hit with a steel chair.
''There's this new girl at school. She's super pretty and smart and I think everybody likes her...'' Elina confesses while still sobbing hysterically.
''Well that's great hun, maybe you two can be friends?''
''Ugh, no way mum!'' Says the twitchy teen with bipolar mood swings. ''I hate her. She's such a little pretentious goody too shoos! Can you believe that today teacher Vanessa showed off her drawing to the rest of the art class as an exemplary piece?''
''I don't know hun, maybe it was a really nice picture.'' Ms. Cartel retorts with a look of apprehension on her face. ''Don't you worry, you're an amazing artist in your own right just take a look around your room!''
Look! Several beautiful sunsets, rivers and portraits of famous people like Amy Winehouse are hand drawn upon her wall. Based on these drawings, you could conclude she was an extremely talented individual. Well, if not for the fact...
''Elina, you've traced these pictures all by yourself.''
Don't you ever change, Elina.
''Yeah but then in fifth period teacher Vanessa also read out a poem the new girl wrote and liked it! I hate her so much!''
With her daughters salty tears all dried up, she sits next to Elina and embraces her tightly. ''Well hun, why don't you share one of your poems with me then?''
Finally, we see the little brat smile. For those keeping count, we've been through sadness, anger and now happiness in the span of five minutes. With the stage set, Elina Stardust let's out a self indulging cough to clear her throat.
''I sometimes take words that were first used by others
Re-hash and re-use them, and make my own covers
Stealing little known lines from an eloquent book.
I've stolen from Shakespeare, yanked words off of Yeats,
And pilfered from Plato and Brown;
I've probably swiped stuff off all of the greats,
And many of zero renown.''
Source: Google
''Aww, I loved it!'' Ms. Cartel lied. ''See? Your super talented! You should totally put that up on your Myspace page to show all of your friends how deep and intellectual you truly are!''''I only have five...''
''Oh.'' Ms. Cartel said as if all the wind had been sucked out from her sails. ''Well, five is better than none right? Hey, what's up with you and Pandora, I haven't seen her around lately.''
Elina let's out an exasperated sigh. ''She said they upped her prozac intake again and that she won't be able to come outside to play in traffic for the next couple of weeks.''
''Play in traffic?''
''It's just a saying, mum.'' Said the teen with a overly dramatic eye roll. ''Look, I think I need to change schools! If I see that stupid girl eating lunch with the most popular boy in school again, I think I am going to develop an eating disorder!''
Elina pushed her mother away. ''Elina, stop it. You're not changing schools and your not going to develop any sort of eating disorder! Look, why don't you give Pandora a call and see how she's doing while I fix you up some dinner, ok?''
''Fine.''
As her mother gets up and leaves, Elina mumbles something nasty under her breath. She pulls out her Nokia N70 and calls up her bestie, Pandora.
''Hey, Pandora!''
''Shut the fuck up!''
''Huh?''
''Sorry, I was just... talking to someone else.''
''Who?''
''It's complicated, Elina.'' Pandora let's out a dramatic sigh, sounded super edgy. ''I am glad you called, it's great to have another voice to talk to. How's your paper coming along?''
''It isn't.'' Elina admitted. ''I'm waiting to see what everyone else in class is doing first before I start writing my paper, it sorta just makes everything easier.''
''Do you think teacher Vanessa will notice?''
''Probably not.'' Elina bragged.
''Leave me the fuck alone!''
''What?'' Elina asked. ''Are you ok Pandora?''
''No, just let me die!'' Pandora cried.
*CLICK*
(Clarification... this is the sound of the line dropping, not the gun Pandora wished she could use to kill herself. )
Elina Cartel looks to be frozen in fear but her feelings prove to be superficial and fleeting when she realizes her friend is just being bat shit insane again and so with a simple shrug of the shoulders she forgets all about her and takes a seat at her desktop computer.
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Dude, it's 2005 what exactly did you expect?
In 2005, MySpace meant everything to Elina Stardust. In less then three years from this faithful day, Facebook would go on to emerge as the next big thing which rendered Myspace and it's platform outdated and useless... worse yet, it just wasn't cool anymore.
Enraged by these developments she would grow up with disdain for all Social Media websites and the users who stood the most to benefit from said platforms. Facebook, Twitter AND Instagram... pfft more like INSTAhate.
With the death of Myspace the stardust sparkle queen had fallen but she would soon rise again, as...
Elina Cartel.