Fondest Greetings To You All

Why so silent, good messieurs? Did you think that I had left you for good? Have you missed me, good messieurs? I have written you a new blog!

And just when you thought you were safe, the younger, more feminine version of O.G. strikes again! Here I am, back from Ranting for Wiccan Rights and my old hiatus, and I promise to be three times as sardonic, annoying, Erik-like, and generally mad.

Did any of this make sense to you? Well then, you're probably either Luke, Kizzy, Tessa, liberalkid, the ghost host, or a phan. What, you ask, is a phan? A phan is a fan, only with a ph. Obviously. But beyond this, a phan is also a fan of Phantom. Specifically, Phantom of the Opera. I am a phan. In other words, I am obsessed with PotO. Insult Phantom, and I growl. Bad mouth Micheal Crawford, and I pounce. Spell Erik with a C, and I explode. (Who is Erik? Erik is the Phantom's real name.) So really, it's best just to deal with me gently and not insult Micheal Crawford, or mention Micheal Crawford's role as Cornelius Hackel in the Hello, Dolly! movie.

Now that we've gotten that over with. Who am I? See, with me, that's a complicated question. Basically, I'm Kat Beat, a thirteen year old with a PotO fixation, a sardonic mind, and a love of books and theatre. But really, I have two split personalites. Before you back away, allow me to introduce them.

This is Erika. Any guesses as to who she's named after? She is the most gothic of the Kats. Very sullen, very cynical. Quite funny, if you don't mind being constantly insulted.

And the one bouncing off the walls would be Ely. Pronounce it Ellie, not Eli. She is the hyper, joyous Kat. Very sweet. Very gullible. Makes a great gift. Or at least would, if she wasn't so highly annoying.

Now, why am I the Phantom of the Junior High? I'm a junior high school student (seventh grade, to be exact) who identifies with Erik, the Phantom of the Opera. Therefore, I am the Phantom of the Junior High. But, please, Erik and I aren't exactly alike. I do leave threatening notes. I am not disfigured, and I do not wear a half a white mask. I live in a house, not under the ground in a lake. I do love Opera and Broadway musicals. I do wear a lot of black, especially my infamous trenchcoat. (Max, are you reading this?) I do not have a fixation with a beautiful soprano chorus girl, but I can think of several Raoul type people I would like to kill. (Ex. Justin Timberlake, Ashton Kutcher. . .) I do have a huge preference for dark over light, and night over day. Consider it an endearing eccentricity.

And that's me in a nutshell.

I remain, gentleman, your faithful and obedient servant,

J.G.