No Day But Today

Hello everyone. My name is Shelby. I am unfortunately still attending high school in a very small city near Vancouver. I recently found out we are considered a 'suburb', which is highly depressing for me. Oh well. I am engaged. Engaged? At my age? OHEMGEE!111. If you deicde to lecture me or flame me on this point alone, munchkins will come to your house and nibble your eyebrows off. But enough about that. I love theater, music and films. I want to be a film critic when I grow up. I am not a writer. I will, however, Beta Read for anyone who asks me too. Please send me an e-mail or some such. Oh, but I have to have read/seen whatever movie/play/book you're writing on. I am a stickler for grammar and spelling, sentance structure, plotline, those type of things. I am a huge RENThead. Think about it. Theater, film, music, cute gay men, cute should-be-gay-together men. What is there NOT to like? I am a MarkRoger shipper, or Mager, if you wish. I always love AngelCollins (who doesn't?). Outside RENT, I love JackElizabeth (Pirates of the Carribean), HarryDraco (Harry Potter, obviously) and Eminem fanfiction, for some reason I can't quite figure out. ;). Oh,Ihave very recently become an ardent fan of a very, very, VERY small fandom of LucyTumnus shippers (Chronicles of Narnia, sheesh). Yes, I realise she's about 6.I still think they should be together when she's older.Gawd.Well, that's me in a nutshell. Actually, it's me in a profile. I imagine it would be very cramped in a nutshell. /wanders off to ponder

To riding your bike, midday
Past the three-piece suits
To fruits, to no absolutes
To Absolut, to choice
To the Village Voice
To any passing fad
To being an us, for once, instead of a them
La vie Boheme

Since I have been informed that I cannot post a challenge, here is a copy of my official 'Contact' Challenge.

The Challenge

Alrighty. This challenge is welcome to everyone willing to write AngelCollins slash. You must write an AngelCollins piece based on the song ‘Contact’ from Rent. We won’t worry about where in the play this occurs, it just has to take place when Angel is not in the hospital. Yes, this is an excuse to shamelessly write some AngelCollins slashy goodness. But oh well.

E-mail me the stories before you post them because I would like to read them all. Who can resist some AngelCollins? Sheesh. My e-mail is buttoned.up@ I can'twait to see what you guys come up with. Merry Christmas and maybe, if we’re lucky, Anthony Rapp and Adam Pascal will appear under all our trees and agree to make out. /swoons