G I R L
And there emerged a fangirl, named Erin, who wasted far too much time on the Internet being silly about TV shows, books, and movies. She is a student of classical voice, a writer, a painter. In her journal you will find nerdy fangirling over everything from classical modern composers, to tweener TV shows, to Shakespeare. She spends too much time locked in the dungeon of her music building, too much time being obsessive over fandom, and too little time sleeping.

F A N D O M S
Whedon-verse (Buffy, Angel, Firefly/Serenity, Dr. Horrible), Glee, Drake & Josh, Newsies, Big Time Rush, iCarly, Harry Potter, The Princess Bride, Merlin, Queer As Folk, Drake Bell

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This poem will change your life.
This poem changed my life.

Come, let's away to prison
We two alone shall sing like birds i'th' cage
When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down,
And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live
And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh
At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues
Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them, too, --
Who loses who wins; who's in, who's out; --
And take upon us the mystery of things
As if we were God's spies; and we'll wear out,
In a wall'd prison, packs and sects of the great ones
That ebb and flow by the moon.

He that parts us shall bring a brand from heaven,
And fire us hence like foxes. Wipe thine eyes;
The good years shall devour them, flesh and fell,
Ere they shall make us weep; we'll see 'em starve first.
Come.

King Lear, Act V, Scene III