Stephenie Meyer is fucking amazing. She just is! J.K. Rowling got knocked out of her spot by this woman.

The thing is, with the Harry Potter series, if you paid enough attention you could figure out what was going to happen long before anything actually went down.

With the Twilight Series, shit just comes out of left fucking field and still works with the story. I can say this with enthusiasm because I have finished reading Breaking Dawn and it blew me away.

Like, woosh. Gone.

By the time you have finished this book you will have experienced so many WTF moments that you wont know what to do with yourselves. And I know you will throw the book against the wall at LEAST once. The end will blow you away.

I PROMISE YOU. IT'S WORTH READING!

Now all we have to do is wait for Midnight Sun. ( If you dont know what I'm talking about, learn. Figure it out. I'm not giving any hints.)

So, one of the greatest things on Youtube right now is The Phillip DeFranco Show (user sxephil). I swear this guy is one of the greatest advocates for common sense since George Carlin.

So here (spammity spammity spam spam) for your viewing pleasure is his take on the whole Viacom/Youtube thing.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qGfAu_HRz6g

Btw, I will be posting a ridiculously long entry about Breaking Dawn by Stephenie Meyer late on today.

Seriously! They're so....so.....MALE! It's enough to make you wanna be a lesbian.

Crazy as this may sound, I want a man to tell me "No." Period. End of conversation. And the only time they do say no is when I tell them I'm not interested!  I want a man who is relaxed and calm but can take control when it counts (if you know what I mean). I want passion and fire!

But all I've been getting are wishy-washy guys who tell me they love me after 24 hrs. They're so quiet and they mope around all the time. They don't wanna go out. It's driving me crazy!!!! They wont even FUCKING KISS ME!!!!!!

I've had it! I'm swearing off men! Bring on the lesbians and Bi-sexuals!

I'll be reading gay smut if anyone needs me.

I'm in school and someone else is paying for it! I'm about to start working and life is looking up. I'm writing again (though I have been away from the Rmy way to fucking long) and things are just looking UP.

I just....feel good.

Despite the fact that I just had an epic fight with my ex, I feel good about everything.

My play went off without a hitch, btw. It was ACE!

Now I am off to hang on Brandi-pants page and participate in.....shenanigans.

*smirk*

At the beginning of the year a friend of mine started helping me adapt a story I had written for my Creative Writing class into a play. She told me that I needed to direct it for Student Directed Plays at the end of the year, but I wasnt really that into the thought.

My thought process was:

1.) Write the play to make her happy

2.) Hand it off to someone else to direct.

3.) Do techi work instead.

Her response: "No, Ross! Go outside your comfort zone!"

So I did.

We adapted it and I turned it in last week for approval. Myself and a few other people turned in scripts, some written by the potential directors, some actual published plays. A lot of them were really good and I thought I didn't have a chance.

MY SCRIPT GOT APPROVED!

I'M GOING TO DIRECT!

*headspin*

HOLY SHIT!

*runs around screaming*

I'm super excited. I'm one of three Student Directors for my school. My friend who helped me got hers approved and another friend of mine did too!

Auditions are Wednesday! Holy CRAP!

See? See? See? See? See? See? See? See? See? See? See? See? See? See? See? See? See? See? See? See? See? See? See? See? See? See? See? See? See?

*points down to link*

http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h250/tasorae/Scrapbook/Auditionflyers.jpg

I blocked out their names cause I didn't think They'd want me posting them on the net....

Today is my big 1-8!

WOOT!

*happy dance*

<(^^<)
(>^^)>
^(^^<)
(>^^)^

I can buy my own ciggies and lotto tickets and PORN!

*sings*

The internet is for porn!
The internet is for porn!
Why do you think the net was born?!
PORN PORN PORN!





xoxoxo

Ross

This is a story that I originally posted on MCRmy.net.

Contains: Sex, Cursing, Backstabbing, Het, Slash, WAYCEST (This is important. No like, no read.) Religious Issues and other controversial stuff like that.


*****************************

Chapter 1

Katie and her two best friends in the whole wide world (Angela and Brandy) were freaking out. Katie had won tickets to see My Chemical Romance in concert and they were in the parking lot dancing a Jig.

"We got tickets! We got tickets! We got tickets!" They shouted in unison.

"I'm gonna be in such trouble tomorrow, but I don't give a rip!" yelled Katie as she pumped her fists in the air.

"Why?"

"I have med classes tomorrow and I'm not going," She explained with a grin. Being a medical student was great fun, but you only get to see your bands first concert in your area once.

As they rushed to the pit Brandy started screaming "I LOVE YOU MIKEY!" and was promptly swatted by Angela. "They're not even on stage yet Dork."

"Oh....sorry..."

After about 15 minutes of waiting in the very crowded pit, the most awesome band in the world came on stage. Angela fakes a swoon and Brandy commenced her 'I love you Mikey' mantra. Katie opted to try something different and began shouting "MCRmy, what is you profession? MCRmy, what is you profession? MCRmy, what is your profession."

It was about halfway through the concert, in the middle of Famous Last Words, that Bob Bryar collapsed forward into his drum set. Most of the crowd thought he had done it on purpose, however when he didn't get up the other band members became worried.

It was then that Katie gave in to impulse and had Angela and Brandy boost her up on stage. Security rushed to take her off stage but she stopped them by saying "I'm a nurse." That wasn't entirely true. She was a student nurse. She would graduate in two months.

She rushed over and began looking Bob over. Reaching in her bag, she pulled out her Stethoscope. While listening to his heart she looked up at Gerard and asked him "Is he on anything?"

"No, nothing. Nothing I can think of. he was fine earlier."

"Mkay. Bob," she started tapping his face with her hand "Bob? Can you hear me? You need to wake up Bob."
"Is he gonna be okay?"

"Is he hurt?"

"Do you know whats wrong with him?"

"We need to get him off stage," she said. "Like, right now right now."

She helped the boys carry him off stage and out back to the bus. They placed him on one of the beds so she could look at him and make her assessments. "Bob, wake up." she said.

After a minute, Bob opened his eyes. " Dude, what the hell happened?"

"You passed out on stage, Dingus," Said Mikey.

"Did you take anything earlier?" Asked Katie.

"Yeah...Tylenol..."

"Can one of you get me the bottle please?"

Ray quickly ran to the bathroom and returned a few minutes later with a bottle yelling "You dumb ass!"

"Why? What happened? Whats going on?" Asked Gerard.

"The idiot took Tylenol PM!"

The room promptly erupted into fits of laughter

Warning : Multiple Character Death, Murder, Suicide, Slash, Frikey.

This is a one shot MCR Fanfiction in honor of Frank Iero's Birthday on the 31st of October. Its very sad. It'll probably make you cry. If you dont want to cry, dont read it. If you do, then by all means continue.

***************************

They were headed to Belfast and Frank was celebrating his birthday today. The tour van was crammed full of people, all of them smiling and laughing as Gerard sang a ridiculous version of Happy Birthday To You as he lit the candles.

He could see Worm in the corner, getting shit-faced.

He would never imagine that his friend would disappear into a cloud of smoke as the tour van went up in flames.

And Bob was tapping out a tune on the counter as he talked. He was being sociable for once.

It was a good thing that he couldn't see Bob attending funeral after funeral, mourning silently for his friends because he was too strong to cry. Only alive because he'd gone out for a pack of cigarettes.

Frank knows that he should blow out his candles now and make a wish, but his mind goes blank. He already had everything he wanted. These people were here to celebrate with him as a substitute family, because his own was so far away.

He doesn't know that Jamia will go mad from the news, He doesn't know that they'll lock her up in and asylum after he dies.

Mikey leans over and kisses the top of his head. Sweet Mikey. They were more of a couple than he and Alicia. He loved Mikey the same way he loved Jamia. But they didn't talk about that.

He never once thought that Alicia would find out. He wouldn't even remember leaving his cell phone behind. His cell phone that was filled with text messages from Mikey. Little electronic love notes. It would never cross his mind that she'd hate them all enough to destroy them.

Ray laughed as Frank opened his present. A Gibson J200 signed by Elvis Presley.

Nobody would have predicted the toll the death of his friends and would take on him. Even though he lived through the fire, even though he was victorious in his battle against death, he felt guilty. Guilty because he didn't turn back when he heard Gerard screaming as the flames consumed his body. Frank would never know that every night when Ray fell asleep, he would hear screaming. He could never know that Ray would commit suicide to escape the screaming.

He couldn't have known these things. So he doesn't know what to wish for.

Its best he doesn't know that his wish wont come true.

Its best that he doesn't know that He's going to die watching Alicia smile from the sidewalk as the tour van fills with smoke. Its best he doesn't know that earlier when she stopped by she broke the locks on the window so they couldn't escape. Its best he doesn't know that right now she's barring the door and pointing a pistol at the gas tank.

Cause it wouldn't matter if he knew. He wouldn't be able to change anything. All he can do right now is blow out the candles and smile. All he can do is live in the moment.

If He had known, he would have wished for a "Happily Ever After." He would have wished that they'd never headed to Belfast. Or he might have wished that he'd said no when Mikey invited him to bed for the first time.

Cause if wishes were horses, we all would ride.

I submitted this to a poetry contest and I hope to hear from them soon.

*******************

You have to promise me
If something should go wrong
That you wont come looking for me

Hold my hand tight
But if I stumble
Let me fall

Whatever you do
Don't turn back
I know you can make it out alive

And if I go to Hell
Don't try to follow me
Your soul is worth more than mine

Make no deals with the Devil
There is nothing in this world
Worth what He would ask of you

So give me a kiss
And promise me
If something should go wrong
You wont come looking for me