Hiya, this is the page where I, NeoStar, and anyone else who wants to submit one, rants. About what? Anything really. I tend to rant a lot. I mean a looooooooot. Some rants will be anime related ((Like Dubbers or pairings)), some will be about everyday life ((Like school)), some will be about religion, and the rest will be about anything there is to rant about. So sit back, and enjoy the rant.

My very first rant, all thanks to a rather uplifting experiance. I was waiting for the bus to Central Campus ((my school)) and while waiting I started to talk to one of my friends, Brandy, about the gay marrige issue. She was telling me her opinion when Jessica started talking about how it worked into religion. Now, I'm in a rather tedious stage of faith. I don't know what to believe, and I spend a lot of time questioning it, so I call myself a "thiest" which ((if spelt right)) means I believe in more then one god. A certain "Christian" ((Who shall remain nameless)) heard me, and asked what that meant. I started explaining what the term meant and before explaining why I'm like that she stated

"I hope God sends you to Hell."

Now, I may not be an active follower of Christ ((since I'm in my questioning stage)) but I doubt that's the Christian way. I honostly can't stand people who go around saying "I'm right, you're wrong. You're going to Hell. God's sending you to Hell. Blah, blah, blah." Sometimes I think it'd be better to suffer for all eternity in the underworld then put up with someone like that! What kind of message do they send out? "I'm a Christian and follower of the Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. Believe what I believe or suffer in the eternal fires of Hell."

Uh, Hello? Are you hearing the same thing I am?!

So flat out, "Christainity" seems to be telling people that they'll rott in Hell. When my questioning stage is over, I'll probably still not call myself a "Christain" because I don't find the idea of telling people to suffer fine and dandy.

Religion is a sticky matter, I know, and I don't want to offend anyone with this. Please, just think about it.

WWJD. What Would Jesus Do?

Probably not damn his father's children to a life of fire and brimstone, ne?

Ah, the fun I can have with this one. First, and foremost, I hate flamers. Not because I've been flamed ((Which I have)) or because something like that, no I hate flamers because they are stupid.

Anyone who lowers themselves to calling someone elses work, posted by their own bravery for fun and nothing more, is stupid. Very stupid. And pathetic.

Also, at ff.net, most flamers aren't logged in. They are annonmous making them wimps because the one they flamed can't find them. Cowards. They shouldn't be allowed on. No wonder so many people don't allow annonmous reviews.

Of course, some don't. One I know never hides. He flamed my friend's fic when she stood up for one girl. We both laughed over his flame for five minutes.

Most flames are also badly written. If you're going to insult me, spell your words right and use good grammar. I will not listen to any flames saying "U R stupid and I hate U." Who cares if you hate me or not? You're oppinon, good for you. No one cares if you think yaoi is dumb, or my stuff's badly written, cause there is someone out there who does like what an author writes.

So screw flamers! I just got one for my fic saying I should stop writting and I have 70 other reviewers saying otherwise.

Guess who I'll listen to.

In all truth, I have nothing against debate. I enjoy it. This is my first year taking the class and so far I have found only joy in the tasks given to me. But, the people in my class? That's another issue all together.

I have friends in that class, I guess. Saul and Montana are more...just classmates. True, Montana's being nicer this year and Saul too (He didn't even realize it was me, even though we've known eachother since second grade) but they aren't...friends. I don't really care though, since classmates are fine too. It's people like Brodrick (I have no idea if I spelt that right) that send me over the edge.

It all started a few weeks ago. We were told to write our first speech with opinion. I originally wanted to do Gay Adoption, but then I realized I'm more passionate about Abortion so I switched. Today I was to give my speech, so I stood and delievered. It was one of the better speeches I've ever given and I'm really proud of myself. Insert negitivity.

You see, we're alouded to question as well, but the people in my class (a few nicer people aside) we're wanting to arguee and pull me down. They seemed to think that the louder they were, the faster I'd realize my mistake in questioning _them_.

I really did try to stay calm, but Brodrick accused me of not using any facts, when if he listened my speech was full of facts. He would point out things I'd already covered and then laugh at me as though it was my fault he wasn't understanding. His arrogance makes me want to rip off his head and stick it on a pike so I can go around saying "He pissed me off, do you wanna try?"

As was I did not get a chance to defend myself in full (we ran out of time) and I was so aggrovated I lost my temper. It was a foolish mistake. I mostly feel bad because Montana wanted to go next with a speech he is very passionate about, but because of the arguments he didn't get his chance.

I will have to learn to keep my temper better, but those arrogant jackasses will have to get their heads out of their asses long enough for me to finish talking before they start making judgement.

I suppose in writing this I'm acting like an immature, whiny assed baby, but still, as a immature whiny assed baby I have a right to type this rant.

It's not a rant, so much as a fact. I'm weird. And I really mean that. I'm really, really, reeeeeeeally weird. And that's just the way I am. It's kinda pointless and stupid for those people out there who want to change me because I don't fit the image they want when viewing me. Warning: Cussing and anger ahead.

Wears black = goth. NOT TRUE! I just happen to like black. I enjoy Hot Topic pants because they are cute and fun to wear, not because I'm contomplating death and write dark little poems about the souless morons around me. That's just a perk.

Squeals and acts like and idiot, so what! I can't help but point out that just because I act like a monkey sniffing Pixie Sticks does not mean I'm a hyperactive moron. I'm hyper, okay. There are days when I can't help but express myself throw jumping off walls. DEAL WITH IT!

Wiccan=Witch, right? Witch=Old green ladies who melt around H2O, right? WRONG! Okay, so I'm not the Wiccan poster child, but I do believe in the basics of it. That doesn't make me the anti-christ, fuckwads! It makes me who I am. America was made on the tolerance of religions, and wiccan in one of them. Don't tell me I'm evil and unholy (see above rant) because I'll just tell you to fuck off before my broomstick finds its way up your ass. ...Hey, that was sarcasam, fucker!

Oooooooh, now she's acting all dark and moody, must have some multiple personality! Well, guess what? I wish I fucking did. Then I could blame your death on them. As it stands I can't. No one in here but me! Neo! I am the only one in this fucked up little head, thank you very much. This hyper-ness you see? Me. This moody-ness you see? Me again. The anger and rage that comes out around people who have their heads so far up their ass they can see what they had for lunch? Once again, me! I'm all me! I don't change because of mulitiple personalities, I just change depending on the situation. I WILL NOT BLAME MY SHORT COMINGS ON VOICES IN MY HEAD, ESPECIALLY WHEN THEY DON'T EXIST!

*GASP!* "She's READING! She helps out in the LIBRARY! SHE'S A NERD!" ...WELL FUCK YOU TOO! I like to read, doesn't make me a nerd. The library's a great place to work and it helps you look better for collage. NOTHING TO DO WITH BEING A NERD! Not that I believe in that steriotyping crap anyway.

Which brings me to the main point, after some pointless wandering along the way, I AM MYSELF! I AM MEGAN JANELLE MCGUIRE, A.K.A SAPPHIRE NEO STAR, AND ANYONE WHO DOESN'T REALIZE WHAT THAT MEANS CAN KISS MY PALE LITTLE ASS! FUCK YOU!

And, incase you didn't realize the point, I'm myself, and no one can change me. Don't try, it'll just result in sharp pointing things being pushed down your throat.

Goddess, that feels good to get off of my chest. ^_^