Alright, lets see if I can get this off the ground.

I'm sure many of you have been to New Communities and if not, go there now :P It has been suggested there that [Hedda] create a photography community much like Elftown, Cathug, WritersCo, etc. However...Hedda feels there are many sites out there like this already, therefore we would need to come up with unique and original ideas. This is where we, the public, come in at.

I know that many members of ET are photographers or interested in photography. I also know that, while ET offers photograph contests, there are many more for other forms of art such as drawing and painting. Wouldn't it be great if us photographers had our own home? If you are interested in helping or just want to show your support, please message me, [Blaithin]. We are still in the early stages but hopefully this is an idea that will take flight :)

Family can be the shit sometimes.

"You can have your own views Angie, I'm not against that, but I'm still your gaurdian so you have to do what I tell you, when I tell you and think like I do in order to not get insulted" -.- Really, lets get more narrow minded and pretend we're all geniuses that deserve the world and are being severely deprived by leading the life we are.

I only have a year left of this and then I can pick when I want to put up with it but sometimes it gets to be to much. If I ever grow up to be a parent like mine I want someone to commit me or at least beat me over the head until I see where my kids are coming from.

I've been thinking of entering this in the Christmas poetry contest. What do you all think?

Fantasy is Christmas.

Elves and faeries.
Snowmen and reindeer.
Jolly old men,
All figures of splendor.

It doesn't matter,
Who you might be.
Christmas is here,
Come celebrate with me.

No matter the distance,
The joy still arrives.
The mystic and magic,
All brighten our lives.

So don't raise boundaries,
Let your imagination go.
Fantasy is only unreal,
If you allow it to be so.

Another of my 'maybe its actually good this time' poems. Please feel free to write me and complain (or congratulate, lol), which ever suits your fancy the most :P

Show me one person,
that has never told a lie.
Show me one person,
that is not afraid to die.
If you can show me just one person,
that completes ever one of their dreams,
I will admit to you,
that the world is not as it seems.

Take me to a place,
not putrid with cruelty.
Take me to a place,
not barren of humanity.
If you can take me to a place,
not discriminating peace,
I will declare to you,
that my life is not a lease.

Prepare me for a life,
where murders aren't routine.
Prepare me for a life,
where I may relenquish the obscene.
If you can prepare me for a life,
where I will not be drawn towards poverty,
I will surrender to you,
that the world is not run by hipocracy.

 Some peopl seem so selfish. They don't seem to take others feelings into consideration or listen to them at all. Im finding though, that this signifies a mass of confusion and insecurity. I don't want to turn into another one of those people that gripe over the injustice of the world and the persons inhabiting it but sometimes it gets to me how people can just give up. I want to comfort people but if you comand yourself to be inconsolable, then my job is approaching the impossible mark. I believe people need to have hope to help themsleves and even if it appears impossible to us, that hope may lead them to the end of the tunnel. Thats something we all need at one point in our lives and that the majority of us diregard completely.
 Well theres my hint/whining participation for now.

                      Toodles :)

 The following is a poem and since I am horrible at writing poems I won't mind being laughed at.


I am feral.
I let reason guide my soul,
I trust my heart before my mind,
I give passion full reign with my spirit.

I am feral.
You cannot drain my inner strength,
You will not change my sense of morals,
You wonder at the simplicity of my judgments.

I am feral.
The capacity of my opinions are endless,
The comprehension of them limited,
The acception of them hardly existant.

I am feral.
My restrictions are not the obvious,
My opportunities different from the normal,
My theories imaginative to even the dreamer.

I am feral,
For I am free from society.

Someone once said "I think therefore I am" (actually it was Rene Decartes), and I do see that holding some truth but what about "I am therefore I think". I know some people that that won't apply to :)

I would follow you to the ends of the earth which, coincidentally, will lead us right back to where we started and a fresh new start.