My First Review On The Revamped Rantings! (AKA, Why Emilie Autumn Is One Of The Most Talented Musicians Of All Time)

Hello everyone :)

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So, about a week ago, I downloaded the entire discography of Emilie Autumn. For those of you who don't know, (and I fear it will be plenty of you), Emilie Autumn is a singer/violinist/pianist/author/poet who is credited with creating the gothic fashion genre of "Victorindustrial" (Victorian/Industrial), which has been emulated by many an angsty teenage girl. So why is this at all relevant to you? Because Emilie Autumn's music, although classified in my Zune software as "gothic rock," and has been described by Emilie herself as "Psychotic Vaudeville Burlesque," it is truly something that anyone, despite having little to no ties to the gothic subculture, can appreciate.

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Emilie Autumn began her life in Malibu, California. When she was two, she developed leukemia, and since, has questioned many times in various interviews if she was alive, or merely a very convincing ghost. In 2006, Emilie attempted suicide, and was placed in a mental hospital in Los Angeles, later being diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder. Whilst in treatment, Emilie began to notice parallels between today's mental institutions, and the torturous asylums of the Victorian era. This fueled her songwriting abilities, and helped shape her distinct personal and musical style.

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Emilie's music touches on highly controversial subjects, such as depression, ("Manic Depression," "Swallow," and "Misery Loves Company") self mutilation, ("Liar") and suicide ("The Art of Suicide"). But, for those of you who don't feel that you could deal with such dark topics, Emilie has a range of covers of well known pop songs, with her own Victorian take ("Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" and "Bohemian Rhapsody").

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Emilie is known by her fans for having over the top, dramatic stage shows that tend to be less like concerts, and more like Broadway productions. Touring with a cast of extras and background performers referred to as "the traveling circus," Emilie continues to improve and refine the craft of organized and beautifully presented chaos. Emilie also, on her website, claims to live in an insane asylum for wayward girls, and writes many notes to her fans posing as either of her two pet rats, Sir Edward and Basil. She has also penned and illustrated a autobiographical/fantasy book, The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls, the first printing of which sold out in a matter of days, and the second printing of which is in production, available for pre-order only, and completely sold out in North America (but still available for pre-order from Europe).

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Emilie Autumn is a mysterious figure, no doubt, but a fascinating woman with an extreme amount of talent that will live well beyond you or me. Saying that giving her a listen is a good idea is an almost insulting understatement. Miss Autumn is well on her way to musical legend, and it is a crime against your own musical enjoyment not to give her a listen.

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Well, now that I've spoken of Emilie Autumn, I do believe it is time to end this rave, so you can proceed to some sort of music software that will allow you to hear this phenomenal woman with your own ears. Good day, and happy listening :)

My First Day Of School

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I told you I'd be back to talk about my first day of school, so here we go.

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I miss my old school so much :( It sucks starting at a school where you don't know anyone, and you're a senior...and a black clad freak. I got so many dirty looks and stares today, I thought my head was going to explode. And having four classes a day, each an hour and a half long, made me nearly suicidal. Something high school teachers and administrators and board members need to realize...most high school students cannot focus on one class for that long. Really. Coming from a high schooler, I can safely say that I know this to be true.

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I made a few acquaintances today, most of which I have no interest in ever seeing outside of class. That is horrible of me to say, but it's true. I have friends. I don't need new ones. And I miss my friends terribly. If any of you are reading this, please organize a road trip to come see me :)

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So, basically, I wish I was back at my old school this year. I'm trying to make the best of this situation, but I'm just really sad. I guess that's all I have to say tonight. I'll talk to you soon :)

My Final Post...

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This is my final post of the summer. Did you love the misleading title there? I start school tomorrow. Tomorrow, I march my little gothy self across the street, gray trenchcoat and stompy boots firmly in place, to the place where I will spend most of my waking hours until June.

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I'm so freaking nervous. I have a plan to get there early, get to class at the right time, and promptly after school, get on a bus and go to a trading card shop. I'm giving myself the chance to decompress.

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So, that having been said, I'm going to say goodbye for tonight, and I'll check back in tomorrow :)

A Startling Revelation

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This evening, I went to my new high school to get my locker/books/ID card/pay fees, and I realized something. Up until today, this move hasn't felt real to me. I always spend most, if not all of the summer at my mom's house, but today really solidified it for me...I live here now. And that is so overwhelming to think about.

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This is the first time in my life that I've moved. I mean, sure, my mom has moved five times, and each time I've helped her, but for the first time, I've permanently moved out of the house I grew up in.

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Why is this so scary to me? This is what I've wanted for so long, but now that it's actually been made real, I'm terrified. Why, readers, is this? Is it an insane fear of the unknown, or something deeper than that? Being thrust into a new situation like this...I'm just not sure how to re-convince myself that this is a good thing.

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I'm so glad I started up the old bloggity again, or else I would make myself mental keeping this bottled up. To whomever is reading this...if you have gone through some sort of major upheaval, how did you keep yourself from losing your mind? How did you acclimate yourself to your new surroundings? And is it normal for a person to be this startled and scared? Please tell me about your experiences, so I can figure out a way to chill out. No need to be this high strung going into my senior year, now is there?

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So, in closing, I'd like to thank you, whoever you are, for tuning back in to this pathetically neurotic account of my pathetically neurotic existence. With that, I'll say, goodnight, good reader, and I'll talk to you soon.

My First Rant On The New Rantings!

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I have quite the rant for you tonight. Are you ready? Good. Let's begin.

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For those of you who don't know, I am...not a straight individual. Let me explain. I do not like to consider myself bisexual (no offense to those of you who are!). The term "bisexual" indicates, to me, a person who is attracted to both sexes equally. I, however, don't look at people by their sex or gender identity. I look at people as people. If I'm attracted to someone, it doesn't matter whether they are male or female, or transgendered or transsexual.

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That having been said, I guess the designation most easily given to me is "pansexual" (if you've never heard of it, look it up). I am very active in my local LGBT community, and I have gone to so many marriage equality rallies, it would blow your mind. So, with that having been said let me also share something else with you...I am a Satanist. I won't go into detail here, but no, I don't sacrifice kittens on the devil's altar. I am a normal person, I just follow a strange religion. Just because you don't know much about it doesn't make me a psychopath.

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Ok, now that all of my explanation is out of the way, onto the rant...

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I have an old acquaintance. This kid is confused about life. When I first met him, we were in a Christian school, and he adamantly denied any homosexual tendencies, even though my gaydar exploded when I saw him. But that was fine. I felt that he needed to be allowed to figure himself out without my help, or anyone else's, for that matter. When people called him a fag, I was the first to defend him. Always. I didn't feel that he should be told that he was something that he wasn't necessarily comfortable addressing yet. When he went to high school, he blossomed. He came out as being gay, and although he didn't have his family backing him up, he stayed positive and kept his chin up, despite what anyone said.

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This lasted for the last three years. Until about three weeks ago, he was a proud gay boy. Apparently though, he went to church camp, and "people prayed over him," and now he's been "converted."

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This makes me sick. This is the reason that LGBT people in this country have no equality. Thousands of people can say that being gay/lesbian/bi/trans isn't a choice, it's the way they are, and they're proud of it...and then one stupid little fuck can go and "pray the gay away," and those thousands upon thousands of people are immediately discredited. I've spent a good deal of the last six years preaching and ranting about equality for the LGBT community, and people like this shit all over all that work. Oh, and they attack me, saying that I'm not mentally stable because I'm a Satanist.

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So, to that person, you know who you are...fuck you. I hope when you die and realize that there's no God and you spent your life lying to yourself, you look back and see how much you threw away, just so you could pretend to be straight. I will tell you now, none of your friends in the gay community will appreciate your attempts to "pray for Jesus to cure them." It's gayness, not cancer. It's not a fucking disease, you ignorant asshole.

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Ok! So, you've now gotten to experience the first rant of the new awakening of Rantings! Hope you feel as good about it as I do :)

Fifth Day...Books, TV, And A Cat

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I only have little tidbits of stuff to share with you today. So, let's get started, shall we?

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Firstly...MTV is known for its mindless, inane bullshit television (I say this even though I'm a slave to Jersey Shore and Teen Mom). However, today, at the prodding of a friend, I watched one of their newest shows, If You Really Knew Me.

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It's some powerful stuff. General synopsis: each week, MTV profiles a different high school filled with cliques, gossip, violence, and just general teen angst, and brings a group of people to put on what they call "Challenge Day." All the kids are able to talk to their peers as people, not as "jocks," or "populars," or "nerds," or whatever other pointless designations they have for each other. They learn that the people who seem to have everything together really don't, and the ones who get tormented the most are the ones who really don't need it. Suffice to say, it's an excellent show, and I will gladly admit that the second episode I watched made me bawl my eyes out.

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Ok, next order of business...this is something that I'm fairly sure only my family finds funny, but it's hilarious. Every day, at regular intervals, a gray and white cat comes into our yard to poo. We have dubbed it "Shat Cat." However, since we don't know the sex of said cat, we refer to it as a "she/he/it," or "shit," for short. Like I said, we find this so extremely clever and funny, and I thought I'd share it here so you can be amused...or you'll just think we're idiots.

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Next and final order of business is this: I have a summer reading assignment for my English Lit class for next year. The book that is required reading is The Mayor of Casterbridge by Thomas Hardy. The one I chose from a group of four was One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest by Ken Kesey. Now, I know, you're wondering, "why the hell should I care?"

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Let me tell you, kind reader. I intend to post reviews and brief plot synopses of both books, so perhaps you can find some new reading material, eh?

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With that, I have no more to say, so I guess this is ciao for now :)

Fourth Day...And A New Revelation

Hello everyone :)

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Before I speak of my new revelation, I need to make a quick statement to all the females reading this...it pays to have a tech nerd for a boyfriend. I'm currently writing this on a laptop that I thought was a brick for years after a really bad virus attack...but it's all better now, thanks to the nerdiest guy I know :)

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So, onto the important news of my revelation...remember when, as kids, we were all afraid of getting "cooties?" Girls didn't want boy cooties, and vice versa. My revelation is that "cooties" is just a cute little euphemism for STDs.


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Seriously. Has anyone else noticed this? We never grow out of the idea of cooties, we just gave them more scary sounding names...like herpes. Or chlamydia.


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This was just a random thought I had that I wanted to share with the Rantings family over here, but it is currently 12.45 AM according to my computer (12.58 AM according to my cell phone and 2.58 AM according to Blogger) so I'm going to sign off and go to bed now. Ciao for now :)