Black Parade Two Years From Now

Two years from now my friends and I, and their friends, and their friends. All the teenagers that know they're life is screwed up and want to live a life worth living and change the world. Will dye their hair black on the same day. All of us. All 100 and plus of us teenagers. And we will laugh so loud at all the teachers' faces. All the students who didn't dye their hair or are too cowardly. I will laugh so hard. This is my idea. It was my idea. It is now. In the hands. Of me. To protect and nurture my friends, help them grow, help them live, a life worth living, and they'll repay me with their hair two years from now. On a special day. Less than three. Less than three. Less than three.
Love, Rat the Proud.

The Black Parade Is Dead

WONDERFUL CONCERT. I've watched it on tv over 10 times. I recorded it awhile ago, it got deleted after I watched it so many times and I still missed it. AND I FOUND IT AGAIN, and I recorded it again, and I watched it again, and I loved it again, and I laughed again, I sang again, I admired again, I dreamed again. I would love to sing in a band. I would love it so freaking much. I love music, but I never really like bands with girl singers! Which pisses me off and makes me not want to be in a band, because how can I be as good as those bands I love so much, I'm a girl. And I have a girl voice. I love those guys' voices so much they're my alcohol. And I don't want a guy voice but they're so beautiful and I think I can sing. At least like an average girl...But no one likes girl bands.. :/ Sad sad. Yo estoy triste.

Shakespeare

I LOVE YOU. You're so freaken great. I hope you were handsome, bec-- Why am I still wanting to write in poem form? LOL. Stop it. Okay. Okay. I'm good.
At first I though Shakespeare was a psychopath, obsessed with death, always, but in these beautiful words. He reminds me of me, me and my Idol. We're all obsessed with death, always thinking about it, writing about it, singing about it, dreaming about it. I realized I love Shakespeare, he's freaking amazing. I kept reading on, getting more and more into awe, Hamlet is what I'm reading, it's so deep, so emotional, I relate to many things in this book. I relate to Hamlet's confusion and anger. Shakespeare I will read all of your books before I get to college. You better believe it.

Faggle G

Faggle G is a freaking he.
A freaken he who acts like a she.
I love those hes who act like the shes.
Because they're very sweet, and funny,
A treat.

But Faggle G, is not so sweet.
He is a joke of a boy,
a curse to the he's who think they are shes.
He's a gossiping witch,
as much as a b_tch.

And this witch is a mess,
he should wear a dress,
for all of the drama,
and fashion, and rest...

Faggle G I hate you,
I hate you so much,
you make my life miserable,
miserable and tough.
I regret telling you,
that small part of my life,
the life that I hide,
I hide to survive.

Faggle G if you ever,
ever tell the world,
If you ever tell the world of my life,
If you ever tell the world of my life that I hide.
Prepare, Faggle G, for the end of your life.

Exams

The exams were fairly easy. I only failed my Algebra one, and only because I was a freaken moron and forgot to check when I left that class so that I could spread my work evenly throughout the time I had. But no. I turned it in, rushed, an hour early thinking I had 5 minutes left. So the last 30/50 questions I didn't look at. Just circle, circle, bubble, bubble, and sign my name. God! I was so pissed! I couldn't get my exam back so I had to fume there. Sigh.
- Love, Rat.