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NEW MCR VIDEO! Okay, normally I wouldn't make a topic about something like this... but I'm a crazed, rabid, borderline stalker fan, and I finally saw the new video for Welcome to the Black Parade last night, and it ROCKED MY WORLD. The new album is absolutely awesome, and I wanted to see if there are any more My Chemical Romance fans out there in the GA world. Anyone who knows me well knows I've wanted in Gerard Way's pants for a long time now, hehe. And it just HAD to be all marching-bandy! Of course, marching bands absolutely rock beyond belief, so that was just awesome. And Gerard's hair is... wow, different, lol. Not anything I imagined he would do with it, but it's very cute on him. Does anyone else think he's lost some weight? But anyways, someone else come in here and ramble with me so I'm not alone with my MCR obsession!!!!!! So, whatchas think?

It seems like a lot of people start writing after some horridly traumatic event... I think it really is good therapy, though. It at least allows you to organize your feelings into some semblance of order, and lets you think them out a bit. Poetry is good. ~nods~ As for Prozac... ah, not so much (though I do think self-medication with drugs is a very dangerous and needless route). I really wish I could FIND that first poem, it would be nice to have... but then I'm a packrat, so yeah.

I thought it was pretty darn awesome. There are parts of the story where I thought the tale moved too fast without giving people, places, or situations enough description, but that's about my only criticism. I actually really enjoy the way I'm left with so many questions, but maybe that's because I really love stories like that. It kinda reminded me of ole Poppy Z's short stories, just not quite as... I don't know... bold. Tis just that it seemed to have the same way of leaving the reader's mind going "wtf...?" It does have a very nice feel to it, though I wish I'd have felt more for the character, but I'm chalking that up to me wanting more description like I said. With that said, I really liked it. Out of 10, it gets 8.5 Great job, Shannon. Hehe, I'm thinking about re-reading it...

The first time I ever wrote a poem... was of my own choice, and it was about suicide. I think I was probably five or six. It was after my dad had been being an asshole or something... yeah, I know, I'm a very strange puppy, lol. Now, I consider when I actually started writing poetry to be around the beginning of my sophomore year of high school. That was some of my best, for sure. Twas your typical teenage poetry, sure, but it really meant something to ME, and that was what mattered, not what anybody ever said about it. I got comments from "Omg, that's the best poem I've ever read" to "You suck so much that you should die from being in a vacuum", so it didn't matter to me, as long as I was happy with what I wrote.

My story is just that, a story. The drug use and drug culture described therein is based on personal experience, word of mouth, and research. I don't advocate the substances described, and in fact I think they are mostly very bad things. However, they are a necessary part of my story, so they are there. If one reads the summary, one notices the mention of drug addiction pertaining to Joey. I hope that covers any and all interests as to how the author knows as much as he does about drugs and drug culture.

Chapter Nine is out, so have at it. I really hope everybody that reads enjoys it, because it was sort of hastily written. I'm currently debating whether or not to go ahead and start rewriting it, or finish the story definitively first, then go back and smooth it all out. What do you guys think? Is it good enough right now to stand until finished, or should it be rewritten now? So yeah... chapter nine and such. Oh yeah, I'm going to start adding a few other stories I've begun, so please look for them. I'm hoping to get a little momentum on writing and finish some projects that have been long left neglected.

Not sure about some of it? Let me know, because I wasn't sure about a LOT of it, lol. Thanks very much, though, I'm glad you enjoyed it. Rave boy is a little special right now, but I hope you like it.

Okies sound beautimous! All rainbowy and such, awesome! And where did all that come from? Its really imaginitive, lol! I mean, a clear, rainbow producing fish, that lives in an oxygen bubble plant house? That's pretty darn nifty.

Hun, the next chapter will be out as soon as my freaky little brain can come up with it. Just so you guys know, this is the rough version (meaning not rewritten, proofread, or edited), and I'm having plot difficulties and wondering if my facts are all jiving together correctly. However, it WILL be out soon, and I hope everybody takes some time to read it. And I really appreciate the compliments, DarkShadow. I especially like how you perceived the storytelling style, since it was a suggestion from a dear friend that I use the same style of writing that I used in my old blog... he called it "stream of consciousness" writing, and found it very interesting. Always said it made him feel "like he was in my head when everything was going on". I thought it would be worth a try, and I'm truly glad that it caught your interest in that manner. ~does the dance of a thousand happies~

Yeah, I think that changing societal norms is what we should aim for... but as far as insults go... hehe... I do like swizzle stick. Mind if I start using that? "Keep your swizzle stick away from me!" ~giggles~ Anyway... Slurs don't bother me personally, but I know that they harm other people, and THAT is what pisses me off. They don't affect me, because I choose not to be offended and I choose not to listen to them, and it took a looooong time for me to realize that words really are just words, but I know that there are other people who are severely hurt every time they hear something like that. It's for that reason that I can't stand insults like faggot or homo or the like. And yeah, I don't really expect special treatment as a homosexual, but I WOULD appreciate a dash of equality thrown into my every day life. Instead of people using part of my personal identity as an insult, it'd be nice if they'd keep it to themselves... but hey, maybe we should just start saying "gay" when we normally say "cool". Like "Hey man, did you see that? It was so totally gay!" But it'd be in a GOOD way, instead of a bad way. I think we could pull it off...

Good point about it being a fad. I've noticed that too. I understand that this is especially hurtful because you can't always just stand up and be like "You know what, biznitch, I don't appreciate you using the f-bomb around me!", since not everybody is out... Maybe I'm just a hopeless pessimist, but I find it hard to think that any amount of protest will result in the elimination of slurs and insults from our midst. I do think that maybe by quietly correcting people and explaining, that maybe it would help a bit, and eventually get rid of it because it would become a social taboo in itself... but that takes a very long time.

This was really nice, and I'm glad it made everybody happy, but I have a little something to add, just to make it a little more complicated here... How can you ask for an apology when you probably do the same thing in a different way? She called something gay... How many times have you called something retarded? Ever think maybe a retarded kid would hear you and feel offended? What about just calling something plain stupid? Maybe there's somebody in the mass crowd of random people who gets told they're stupid every day, and you using it that way just reminds them of the way everyone puts them down. I'm just saying that maybe we shouldn't ask for apologies for these things... maybe we should just kind of point it out to each other in hopes that it'll happen less and less. And let's face it, if we raise a ruckus every time we get offended, it's gonna be a helluva long time before anybody's happy... Maybe a bit of passive resistance is more called for? In this case it was nice because the teacher realized she really offended someone and tried to correct herself, but is it fair to expect her to be perfect when you know no one else is? Ah, I'm not sure exactly how to articulate my idea, but I hope you know where I'm going with it. Though I have to admit... the story did kinda make me feel warm and fuzzy.

I figured that it would be more convenient to have a single place in which anyone could discuss anything written by myself. Who knows, maybe somebody will actually read my stuff by accident one day, hehe! My most recent works include Rave Boy, the story of a badass little guy named Joey, and a short story entitled Fin du R

Ummm... my characters themselves come from people I know, or ideas I've had... then you mix in my expertise in drug culture, a dash of teen angst, and a little bit of shock just for fun, and that's how I make 'em up. They just... make themselves. If I have to force a character, then the story's dead.

Definitely The Scrolls of Icaria. Extremely long and unfinished, but has all the elements of a classic high fantasy. Worth reading, for sure. I'm the same way you are, love fantasy so much it is unreal, and when you couple it with romance, it just HAS to be awesome.