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((What is in this post was written before I made this journal, so It goes back a fair deal...))
This document is meant to be a recording of whatever pops into my head while I type it, unfortunately my mouse isn’t working, and this is an old computer, so I can’t change the font or anything like that. If I could, I’d be typing in old English, maybe a little bit bigger. But I can’t so I won’t. Mayhaps this meant to be a journal of sorts, or just an outlet for my budding insanity, hell, maybe I just want to b***h and moan in way that no one has to hear but everyone can read if they want. According to my word processor, “mayhaps” is not a word, but it is! It’s just not commonly used anymore. OH! Idea! I should list the time and date of each entry, huh? Okay, the time is 8:21 P.M., on Octobre(that’s how you spell it in French, or “francaise”) 24th, the year of our lord 2008. My word processor just said that francaise is misspelled, but that’s not true, I have French class, I should know! Clearly this is going to be some kind of journal, possibly to be viewed by the public at some point, so I believe a description is in order (of myself I mean).
Height: Five feet, eleven inches-ish
Weight: (Since I don’t have a scale on hand, I can’t check right now, so I will give my last known weight, taken about 1-2 years ago.) 180-185lbs.
Hair: Dark brown, a little past the shoulder
Eyes: Technically “Hazel”, but I like to describe them as “A solar eclipse on an emerald sky”, because right around the pupil is a yellow ring, I think they’re very nice, though you might not notice ‘cause I wear glasses.
Oh dear… I’ve lost my train of thought … I don’t know what to describe next… Wait a minute! My gender! Right.
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight, although I’d be flattered if anyone came on to me, regardless of what was between their legs.
Now what? Hmmmm…
Ethnicity: White
Hygene: (Including dental) Poor, but mostly because I’m lazy. I don’t know if this counts as “hygene” but I don’t cut my nails either, both toe and finger nails remain long. Except when they break.
Facial features: I was never good at this… so I’ll stick to what I know, my right ear is lower than my left… that’s about it.
Likes: Music, preferably deep and epic, and classical, but I like funny stuff too, and The Beatles which are in a class all their own. Novels (normally the sword and sorcery types, but I like a good Sci-Fi too), preferably with a happy ending, you know, bad guy is defeated, good guys are all alive, and the hero gets the girl (or guy as the case may be). Comedy, like Jim Carrey, and Robin Williams style comedy, where they really get into it, nothing funnier than those guys. Cold weather, much better than hot in my opinion. Wind, feels great against the skin, and I look awesome with my hair blowing out behind me. Everything else that I like is kind of a fickle judgment on my part, as they tend to swap out rapidly. Daydreaming, when I don’t have a book to read, it can be very interesting, remember the insanity I mentioned earlier? That can make for some pretty cool daydreams. The show Doctor Who, it’s incredible, the Doctor is one of my favorite characters of all time. The Jurassic Park series, I don’t care whether it accurately portrays dinosaurs or not, they’re good movies damn it! Pudding, it’s great! Like liquid heaven pouring down my throat, oohhhhhh, yeeeeaaaahhhh…… that’s the good stuff. I’m probably forgetting a lot f things, but I have a bit of a faulty memory so… yeah…
GOD DAMNIT!
Since I don’t have a mouse, the ******** pointer just sits in the middle of the screen….
STOP MOCKING ME YOU STUPID ARROW!! I will slaughter your children’s children! But seriously, that pointer just sitting there is annoying.
Dislikes: At times, (most of them) my older brother, the annoying b*****d. Spinach, the devils plant, it’s just awful, uuggghhh…. not even on my worst enemy. Navy Beans, I just don’t like ‘em. Sports, I just don’t see the point, you know? To many sex jokes in one day, a man can take so many “air thrusts” before he has to call it quits. Responsability, I just don’t do well with it. Hunger, it’s very distracting, in fact, I think I’ll go get some corn bread right now, keep your pants on, I’ll only be a second.
I’m back, and I brought corn bread! Golden delichious.
Well, that’ll do for now, oh wait, I forgot to say my name, but then again… If this does get released to the public, maybe I’ll be famous by then, and I think it would be fun to watch people try to figure out who typed this, so I might leave my name till the very end of this manuscript, or I might just blurt it out in the middle some where, who knows? But the thing is, I won’t type it yet, maybe you already know who I am… Maybe you know me as I type this, maybe you have a crush on me? HA! Not likely. At any rate, I think it’s time I wrapped up this entry in my… ummmmm… Whatever the hell this is.
The time is 9:26 P.M. on October 24th, 2008.
Good Night!
Good God it’s cold! The time is 9:54 A.M. on October 25th, 2008, and it’s really ******** cold. I have frost on my window. You see, I live in a trailer, and not a top-o-the-line trailer either, I live in a trailer that is full of holes! The front door doesn’t even shut all the way! And the window in the bathroom is missing, in its place is a ******** piece of foil! And guess what! It’s full of holes! Any-hoo, earlier this morning (i.e. 3:33 A.M.!) my mother and her friends woke me up with their late night carousing. Or was it early morning? Who cares, the point is their all crazy drunks. I do love my mom though. That paper clip is very obnoxious. I’m using Microsoft word to type this, and that helper paper clip is just annoying, I mean look at him! The way he’s looking at my words, it’s like he thinks they’re crap and he’s trying not to laugh. And I can’t make him go away without a mouse, which I still don’t have. Ah the humming lullaby of an old computer, how it sooths me. It sounds like a birdcall. Dear lord, I’m hungry, time for corn bread! But first, I’m going to shut off the computer and see if I can’t fix the disk drive (it won’t open).
The time is 10:09A.M. on October 25th, 2008.
Good Morning!
Hi there! The time is 10:21 A.M. on October 25th, 2008. I lied earlier, I got the corn bread first, don’t judge me! I was hungry… As to the disk drive, I have no idea how to get to it, so I’ll have computer semi-smart brother take a look later. Did I mention that I have turtle? A yellow belly slider, name of Todd, very cute. I used to have four, then three of them died simultaneously… it was weird. I’d rather not talk about it anymore, if it’s all the same to you. I’m going to go read the last Christopher Paolini’s Inheritence trilogy. Paolini is a really funny name.
The time is 10:28A.M. on October 25th, 2008.
Ta Ta!
G’day! The time is 5:14 P.M. on October 25th, 2008. Have you ever listened to Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata? It’s a beautiful piano song, very peaceful, very moving.
Hey, have I told you where I am yet? No, I don’t think I did. I live in the town of Covington, in the state of Louisiana, in the United States of America. Have you ever seen the Anime Trigun? It’s a good show, although, I never understood the title, considering the main character only uses one gun, two on occasion, but usually just one. So why “Tri”gun? I really don’t know. Good show though, you should see it. I like to read Manga, basically, Japanese comic books, but I read them in English, because I’m too lazy to learn Japanese. Right now, I’m reading Detective Conan, or Case Closed as it is also known, a story of a young teenaged boy known as Shinichi, who’s is ridiculously good at detective work. One day he bites off more than he can chew, and in an attempt to poison him, a man clad in black accidentally shrinks his body to that of a first grader. Taking the pseudonym “Conan” (for Arthur Conan Doyle creater of the ever famous Sherlock Holmes), he searches for a way to turn his body back to normal, and bring the man in black to justice. It’s pretty good. In fact, I’m going to see if I can’t read some right now. Nope, my connection just isn’t good enough. Shaving hurts, not during unless you cut yourself, but after word it stings like hell! Have I told you my age? No? Well, I guess your gonna have to wait for that one. Nya! I have a hat. Not just any hat mind you, a fedora, and dear lord, do I look good in it. It’s black, with thin gray stripes running down it. Bad a**! I figured out how to change the font without using the mouse, but I don’t have old English in my Word Processer, so I picked Monotype Corsiva instead, and I must say, I like the result. I still prefer Old English though. It may be harder to read, but I think it’s cool to look at. Well, I’m bored, so I’m going to go read a book. The time is 5:37 P.M. on October 25th, 2008.
Good Evening!
Hello, and Good Afternoon! The time is 1:52 P.M. on October 26th, 2008. I have a confession to make, I want to be a writer, and a voice actor! Now the voice-acting thing, I can’t do much about right now, but that writing thing I can deal with. Heck, I’ve even got a few ideas already! But the problem is, I never get much further than the idea stage. The one stuck in my head at the moment is about a boy who, out of nowhere sprouts wings. It’s set in modern times and, I’ll admit it, the main character is based off of me, and the reactions to his predicament are what I think mine would be. But the little bit I have down story-wise, is just awful, I have no idea where to start from, where to go with it, or answer the main question of the story: Why? Why does he have wings? Why him? I’m not whether to make this a government experiment, a religious thing, or something to do with magic… I’m really at a loss of what to do. I’m not even totally sure of what kind of wings he gets, color size, it all has to be thought out. If I ever do get inspiration for the story, I might well write some of it here, so count your selves lucky. Now as for a description of the main character, it’s basically the same as me, minus the glasses. He has level ears, and his hair is black, otherwise, he’s the same as me, although, I’m not quite sure as to how I’m supposed to describe someone in a way that flows with rest of the story, you know? The premise was inspired by a summer vacation full of back pain, I almost expected something to sprout from between my shoulder blades. And the idea just came to me while I was lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling. Incredible really, the way some ideas come to you, isn’t it? At the moment, my head fills with the song I Walk Alone, by Greenday. It’s not bad. Good god, how I wish I could fall in love… to have my life devoted to bring happiness to someone, it would be bliss I’m sure. But I isolate my self to much for that. Being in love would be grand, but I fear I would fail at it, as I have so many other things. Call me a chicken s**t if you want, but, I think I’ll be okay if just keep doing the way I have been, it probably won’t get me love, but it won’t bring me heart break either, I just don’t think I’d do well with rejection… For many years, I never knew the difference between turtles and tortoises, until I realized, that turtles, the ones that live mostly in the water, are never called tortoises, nor do they live for over a century. Did you know turtles could be so noisy? For some reason, Todd keeps trying to swim up against the walls of his tank, and splashing around, it’s kind of annoying when all I want is peace and quiet. Some times I just wish some thing would happen, something magical, or mysterious, that whisked me away from this boring life. For some reason, whenever I go to check my mail, the kids in the trailer park call me “Sun Shine”. Its weird.
The time is 2:31P.M. on October 26th, 2008.
Fare The Well!
Sigh… The time is 11:07P.M. on October 26th, 2008. At roughly 10:30, my mother noticed that me and my brother had not eaten all the pizza tonight, and she asked her friend Danny if he wanted some, me and my brother over heard this, and protested that we wanted to save for breakfast tomorrow. Regardless, she continued to offer Danny pizza, in opinion, she was just messing with us, but my brother was to stupid to realize this at the time, and came out of his room yelling about how we needed that pizza, how it wasn’t fair that she could just waltz in and eat it, and since I was barely listening, I missed a few things, but somehow the conversation turned to how my mother left her fan on during the day, but bitched at my brother for leaving his air conditioner on for an hour. After this I phased out again, for these fights were nothing new, my brother’s an a**, so it’s expected now. And because I faded out, I missed him say his damning words to my mother. Although that doesn’t mean that I don’t know what they were, for after my stupid brother stormed back into his room, my mother and Danny started talking, I assume Danny was drunk, because after a while, Danny started to yell about how you do not say “******** You” to your mama. At first I thought this was a good thing, but soon enough, he started to blame my mother for my brother’s stupidity, and eventually said my brother was right, and yelled ******** you at my mother. And was Danny’s twelve-year old son? He was hiding in my room, hiding from my brothers’ scorn and his fathers’ rage. Danny tried to leave, and in my opinion, my mother should have let him when first said he wanted to go home, but, bless her heart, she knew he was angry and probably drunk, and didn’t want him to hurt himself, so she begged him to stay until he had calmed down. This only served to further enrage him, and he started to yell about how me and my brother were terrible examples of men, of course , because he was drunk, angry, and southern he didn’t put quite so elegantly. He went on to say that when he was eighteen (my brothers’ age) he had a steady job, and when he was nineteen he was in the god damned marines! He basically repeated these various facts about how he was a better man than my brother and I, and, now that think back on it, I wonder if he wasn’t right in some respects… But when he hit my mother, I knew he had to go. My mother had only been trying to protect him and anyone who might be on the road tonight, but he couldn’t see that. All he could see, was that some stupid woman wouldn’t get out of his face. After I found that he had hit my mother, I took a step out of my room and looked at him. He asked if I wanted to start something, I said no, I said that if he was right, that my brother was an a**, that you don’t say “******** You” to your mother, but he had no need to hit her for my brothers’ stupidity. The last thing he said before he slammed the door was that when he was eighteen, he owned his own house. Did I mention that he had been loaning us money for several months now? Now, just because my brother couldn’t go without pizza, my mother lost a friend, and my family lost a rock in sea of shifting sands none as crappy finances…
The time is 11:34P.M. on October 26th, 2008.
I’m So Tired…
‘Evening Folks! The time is 11:08 P.M. on October 27th, 2008. Good news, I got a few more ideas for that story I mentioned earlier, you know, the one with the winged boy? Well, I got an idea for his appearance, and an idea for a funny scene, finally, some humor! Just felt I should write that down.
The time is 11:10 P.M. on October 27th, 2008.
G’Night!
Hey! The time is 3:30 P.M. on October 27th, 2008. I finally got a mouse! Halleluiah! Since I got the mouse, I can un-mute the speakers, set the clock, change the background, and pick a screen saver! I’m so excited! The time is 3:26 on October 27th, 2008.
Hurray!
Good news! Turns out that the series written by Paolini is being extended into a four-piece “cycle”. It was supposed to be a trilogy, but the third book turned out so long, that he needed to add another book. It isn’t finished yet but I await it with great relish. Personally, I think Paolini can do what Lackey did, as in, when the Inheritance Cycle ends, continue writing stories of Alagaesia. Lackey did this with her best selling “Heralds of Valdemar” universe, and has written dozens of stories that all fit in a time line. It’s a great thing to do when you want to keep using the same general story settings over and over. The time is 9:04 on October 27th, 2008.
w00t!
Yo! The time is 11:49 P.M. on November 4th, 2008. I haven’t typed anything in a while, mostly because I haven’t felt like it. I feel I should mention that my Halloween was pretty boring, I didn’t even get a costume. I feel I should also mention that I almost burned my room down a few days ago. You see I have this heater, it usually shuts off on its own after twenty minutes or so, so turning it off was never really a big concern for me. One morning I forgot, and it set fire to my dresser when I was at school. My brother was asleep when the fire started, so he breathed in a lot of smoke, this was a plus because he couldn’t talk for a few hours. It was so nice with him quiet. Unfortunately, he woke up before it got to bad, so he survived, and all I lost was my dresser and all the clothes in it. Luckily, I didn’t have many clothes in it. Oh dear god, I have to pick a topic for PRP, that’s Progressive Research Project, for those of you who don’t know. It’s a project that takes about a year and a have to finish, and you need it to graduate high school! That’s right folks, I’m a high school student. I think it’s fairly obvious that I’m a bit of a loner, so, even if you go to my high school, I doubt you know who I am, although, I do have a few friends, and they’ve probably figured it out already. Have you heard the band Flogging Molly? It’s pretty good, I’m pretty sure they’re Irish; I really like the songs they right, always so energetic and accordion filled. Do to the fact that I read a lot, I have a pretty big vocabulary (at least I like to think so), and this makes come-backs rather wordy, and unfortunately, nobody quite gets them, and it ruins the effect when some one needs to ask what you mean in an insult. Good god, Viva la Vida is a good song. I wish I could fall in love… Of course, that’s never going to happen, I never lift my head out of my book long enough to get to know any women, I’m to shy, to lazy, and to paranoid to risk it. Id rather a girl fell in love with me from afar, became my secret admirer, and when she finally confessed her feelings to me, I would reciprocate them, and we would be happy together ‘till the end of time! Ha! Like that’s ever gonna happen… A man can dream though, a man can dream… The time is 12:11 A.M. on November 5th, 2008.
Ciao!
Good God! The time is 11:40 P.M. on November 6th, 2008. I have had a vision! Unfortunately, due to my age, and therefore raging hormones, I assume it is sexual in nature. You see, a few minutes ago, I was laying in bed, staring at my dark ceiling, waiting to fall asleep; when all of a sudden, a large spot right in front of my eyes began to brighten into a creamy color, similar to that of unmarred skin, and upon reflection, I surmised it looked like a hawt a**. Yes, I said “hawt”. Anyway, I believe this is a portent of my future, stating that sometime soon, I will get some a**! This is a definite plus compared to my current position. I only hope I’m right. The time is 11:46 P.M. on November 6th, 2008.
Gods’ Speed!
 Wind Spirit22 · Wed Nov 26, 2008 @ 10:49pm · 0 Comments |
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