To Whom It May Concern:
I would like to complain about your media messages. I am appalled at the propaganda you are attempting to spread not only as a bisexual, but also as an American citizen. You are attempting to spread the message that marriage is an institution that is to only be shared between a man and a woman. This is not a bad thing. Men and women have every right to get married. However, you're stance against same sex marriages does not sit right with me.
I would like to state my arguments against you're position before I begin to describe what about your propaganda offends me. Now, I have heard several arguments as to why same se
(Lights come up. The stage should be set to resemble a generic quad. Benches and maybe a table or two should be all that is used. There should be one bench specifically set center stage. JOHNNY is sitting on this bench, reading or doing homework or some other stage business. JOHNNY is a freshman at this college. He tends to give the image of being nervous and shy. LANCE, JOHNNY'S boyfriend of about a year, enters stage right, and approaches JOHNNY.)
LANCE: Johnny! I finally found you!
JOHNNY: I told you I would be here. You've had this problem ever since high school.
LANCE: What problem?
JOHNNY: Every time I tell you where I'm going to be
Dear Gus,
I have something I have wanted to say to you for quite some time now. Why is it that you will not go out with me? You have absolutely no problem with dating. Everybody knows that. So why is it that you do not wish to go out with me? I can think of several reasons why your decision to reject me was not a wise one:
1. Every person who finds out that I like you criticizes me for it. As far as I know, I'm pretty much the only person who went to Waubonsie Valley last year who is attracted to you.
2. I'm in college now. Having a boyfriend in college is very good for your social status. Should you come up to visit me, your weekend would
Thought I was done with all this
All this emotional shit
But why does it keep haunting me?
People keep playing with you
You don't know what they want to do
And why the hell can I not see?
Don't bother wishing on a star
'Cuz it won't change who people are
The solution's not that easy.
People won't just go and say
The stuff to send you on your way
Why can't they just make it easy?
Walking around trying to
See if they'll go for you
But they won't let you in and see
That all the flirts have boyfriends
And all the boys want girlfriends
You can't win, you'll never be.
Don't bother wishing on a star
'Cuz it won't change who people
Turn the TV on and watch
The news anchors babble on
About how our world is wrong
And what we need to change
Turn on the radio
And hear the people talk
They say that we're not right
And they need for us to change
But as I listen
I notice something strange
What they say is wrong it turns out
Is just who I am
Maybe I'm different. Maybe I'm weird.
Maybe I'm not who you want me to be.
Why can't you just let me be myself?
Cuz there's nothing wrong with me.
What happened to the right
That all are created equal in this world?
You're too ignorant to see
There's nothing wrong with me.
People talk about change.
Changing for the bett
Went out the other day just passing the time.
I saw you standing there, nearly lost my mind.
Your hair, your eyes, they all hypnotize.
I wished I could make you see...
You don't know me, but I wanna be with you.
Want to tell you, but I don't have a clue.
We'd be good together, though it might not last.
Come on over baby, just take a chance.
Saw you there with my friend, thought I'd found a way.
Came to talk to you, dreams I couldn't say.
I knew our time was short and had to act then.
Needed to move fast, my chance was fadin'.
You don't know me but I wanna be with you.
Want to tell you, but I don't have a clue.
We'd be good toget
To Whom It May Concern:
I would like to complain about your media messages. I am appalled at the propaganda you are attempting to spread not only as a bisexual, but also as an American citizen. You are attempting to spread the message that marriage is an institution that is to only be shared between a man and a woman. This is not a bad thing. Men and women have every right to get married. However, you're stance against same sex marriages does not sit right with me.
I would like to state my arguments against you're position before I begin to describe what about your propaganda offends me. Now, I have heard several arguments as to why same se
(Lights come up. The stage should be set to resemble a generic quad. Benches and maybe a table or two should be all that is used. There should be one bench specifically set center stage. JOHNNY is sitting on this bench, reading or doing homework or some other stage business. JOHNNY is a freshman at this college. He tends to give the image of being nervous and shy. LANCE, JOHNNY'S boyfriend of about a year, enters stage right, and approaches JOHNNY.)
LANCE: Johnny! I finally found you!
JOHNNY: I told you I would be here. You've had this problem ever since high school.
LANCE: What problem?
JOHNNY: Every time I tell you where I'm going to be
Dear Gus,
I have something I have wanted to say to you for quite some time now. Why is it that you will not go out with me? You have absolutely no problem with dating. Everybody knows that. So why is it that you do not wish to go out with me? I can think of several reasons why your decision to reject me was not a wise one:
1. Every person who finds out that I like you criticizes me for it. As far as I know, I'm pretty much the only person who went to Waubonsie Valley last year who is attracted to you.
2. I'm in college now. Having a boyfriend in college is very good for your social status. Should you come up to visit me, your weekend would
Thought I was done with all this
All this emotional shit
But why does it keep haunting me?
People keep playing with you
You don't know what they want to do
And why the hell can I not see?
Don't bother wishing on a star
'Cuz it won't change who people are
The solution's not that easy.
People won't just go and say
The stuff to send you on your way
Why can't they just make it easy?
Walking around trying to
See if they'll go for you
But they won't let you in and see
That all the flirts have boyfriends
And all the boys want girlfriends
You can't win, you'll never be.
Don't bother wishing on a star
'Cuz it won't change who people
Turn the TV on and watch
The news anchors babble on
About how our world is wrong
And what we need to change
Turn on the radio
And hear the people talk
They say that we're not right
And they need for us to change
But as I listen
I notice something strange
What they say is wrong it turns out
Is just who I am
Maybe I'm different. Maybe I'm weird.
Maybe I'm not who you want me to be.
Why can't you just let me be myself?
Cuz there's nothing wrong with me.
What happened to the right
That all are created equal in this world?
You're too ignorant to see
There's nothing wrong with me.
People talk about change.
Changing for the bett
Went out the other day just passing the time.
I saw you standing there, nearly lost my mind.
Your hair, your eyes, they all hypnotize.
I wished I could make you see...
You don't know me, but I wanna be with you.
Want to tell you, but I don't have a clue.
We'd be good together, though it might not last.
Come on over baby, just take a chance.
Saw you there with my friend, thought I'd found a way.
Came to talk to you, dreams I couldn't say.
I knew our time was short and had to act then.
Needed to move fast, my chance was fadin'.
You don't know me but I wanna be with you.
Want to tell you, but I don't have a clue.
We'd be good toget
I never thought I saw you,
it was always false or true,
black or white,
yes or no.
If my eyes played tricks, I've forgotten,
in the magical memories of "back then."
No question if that was your hair,
you were either gone or there,
black or white,
yes or no.
If I ever mistook another for you,
that memory's lost from view.
I wasted hours just waiting to see,
if there'd be two on the bus or just me,
black or white,
yes or no.
If I ever missed you walking by,
though three years past I'd still cry.
When I saw you once unexpectedly,
I felt so strange, who could that be?
Black or white?
Yes or no?
I thought I knew that back, th
Feel the impulse through your body.
Feel yourself moving closer to me.
Open your ears, close your eyes.
Let the rhythm flow inside.
Echo! (Echo!)
Can you feel the vibrations?
Echo! (Echo!)
Can you feel the sensation?
Feel the music come alive.
Embrace the inner feelings.
Can you hear your endorphins singing?
Open your ears, close your eyes.
Let the beat flow inside.
Echo! (Echo!)
Can you feel the vibrations?
Echo! (Echo!)
Can you feel the sensation?
Echo! (Echo!)
Can you feel the vibrations?
Echo! (Echo!)
Can you feel the sensation?
Feel the music flow inside.
No one can stop the noise.
Don't pretend that you're annoyed
So apparently my normal username that I use for everything else, drumguy127, was taken on deviantART. I'm guessing I created an account on here and forgot about it, but who knows. Anyway, hi there. Drumguy127 here. I try to write but I never know how it turns out, so I always appreciate feedback. If you're wondering why I picked the username I did, it's because I play drums and I act. Yeah, I know it's just SO creative *cough cough*. Don't know what else to put here. If you see anything I write and it sucks, tell me please! I want to be a better writer.
Favourite genre of music: Rock/Pop/Musicals MP3 player of choice: Not apple products =P Favourite cartoon character: Aang Personal Quote: "Present fears are less than horrible imaginings"-William Shakespeare
So, I feel like I've come very close to completely fucking up my life.
1. I've become very much involved in the school. This would not be a bad thing if not for:
2. A lot of things cost money. For instance, a trip to Italy with the school's top band. Therefore, I need to get quite a bit of money.
3. As of today, my stepmom (whom I love quite dearly) is not talking to me. I don't even want to get into why she isn't talking to me.
4. As far as relationship life goes for me, I have no clue where I stand with any of the people that I like, and I no longer have any clue what to do and am verging on the point of no longer giving a fuck.
5. Due
So, my good friend Dan got back to me after reviewing my stories. He explained to me some things I need to work on. I just read one of them and cannot believe how shittily I wrote it. I obviously wasn't thinking during the entire time I was sitting down writing it. Thank goodness it wasn't finished yet or I would be ticked off that I had to rewrite two whole stories that I care about. The point: I guess I won't be submitting stories for a little bit. However, I am required to write a play (more like a short scene from a play, but still considered a play) for my Intro to Theatre class. The assignment is due Sunday night, so when I get that don
So as I sit here tonight having finished my homework for tomorrow (a letter of complaint: I chose to write one to the National Organization for Marriage) I'm seeing that I have no clue how to network. I don't know how to meet/talk to people online when I don't know them to get my work around. Granted, all the people I know IRL who are on here are amazing artists and writers, so naturally they would have many watchers. However, I always enjoy getting feedback from people outside of those I know IRL.
So here's a question to my whopping two watchers (and anyone else who happens to be reading this for some reason): how do I network and get my st