To continue old traditions...

Okay... this post will be a little lighter, due to the current hurricane that is threatening us. His name is Dennis... he's really fast, big, and mean. Please make him go away. I'm paranoid enough as it is. Bah, in the end... who really cares who lives and dies? Human nature is so brutally ugly at times, that it makes me think that this world is completely gone to shit... but then there are the few people in my life who have dis-proved that. A big thanks goes out to those people right now.

Lets hope this hurricane doesn't hurt anyone, and that the folks affected by the Terroist attack in London are okay.

When the light fades, darkness sweeps in.

Yay. My first dark post on this blog. Hopefully this will help. To the forum goers who semi-know me... You may have heard about this one. But not in such detail, that I'll promise.

When I was in fourth grade, I walked from school home. One day, I was walking with my best friend, and we were talking. All of a sudden, the school bully blindsides me and proceeds to "pummel" my stomach. Now, my friend just stood back and laughed... And I laughed too because the punches didn't hurt. I calmly grabbed Rose (fun name to call a bully) and punched him in the face. He sat slumped against the fence that we were next to. Now the road we were walking was long, and we took a right at the end of it. Once we took the turn, Rose came back running full speed and hit me in the back of my head with a notebook...

So, I'm face first on the cement, and my friend is laughing again. I'm not laughing this time, Rose went too far. I get up... Grab Rose's arm and I snap it. The laughter stopped. I've felt another person's bone snap with my own two hands. He cried out, and I vividly remember me continually kicking the shit out of this kid. My friend looked at me with horror, and eventually pulled me away from the body. My head was bleeding, my face was torn, and the kid I'd brutally beaten was left in the middle of the street with a broken nose, arm and I think I broke his leg. I haven't seen Rose since then... And I don't think he'll read this. But for my sanities sake... I'm sorry. I didn't mean too... I really, really didn't mean to...

Tomorrow's is even worse... *sigh* Good night.

The end will only be the beginning.

Now begins the dark part of this blog. I started this thing as a last resort of sorts. The thing I'm trying to save is my sanity... and I'm hoping by confessing to all of the things I've done, it'll help me. My past haunts me. Most people just think I'm weird and that I'm starving for attention. Well, I've only let one group of people see this blog, and I haven't told my closest friend about it yet. But those are details you don't really need to know. That was my warning, if you don't like dark tales, please do not read on.

Good night.

The smart ones always die first.

Okay, today's post will be short, because its late. I went to the beach, swam in the ocean, got burnt. Fun day. -_-"

My friend is leaving tomorrow morning at 6:30 and now I must get to sleep so I wake up. Good night.

Universal success leads to failure.

I feel that I've gotten the hang of this thing. I'm currently thinking about creating my own layout from scratch, but I don't feel like going through all the coding. Whoever is reading this blog, will eventually notice a change or two in the upcoming days (or weeks).

Oh, before I forget, a thanks goes to Kira for trying to cheer me up. It worked... (for about 5 minutes)... But that's enough to get me through a day full of misery. So thanks. ^_^

Well, the family and I went to a theme park today. The one with the really big roller coasters and the water ride with the T-Rex at the end... (cough) It was a fairly successful day, but that will probably lead to a horrible day tomorrow at the beach. Summer vacation is only good when you have things to do, and I don't like most of the things my family decides to do. Beaches are fun though... jesus... I just realized how bipolar I sound. On one hand I'm happy but on the other I'm not so happy. What the fuck is wrong with me? -_-''

Alright, before I go, I feel I should share a little tidbit about me. My old home was in the northwest, and I just moved 3000 miles about a year ago. I'm still getting used to the people, the climate, and the different animals. I semi-miss all of my friends, especially one, but I don't need to mention names. Well, anyways, I'll be posting again tomorrow, maybe. @_@

In the end, there will be nothing but pain.

So now I begin the blog while its raining. Could this be an omen? I think it could, but who cares. I don't believe in that. This is my mind process; I care about something or someones feelings for about 2 seconds, and then push myself to not caring. This is probably a way to prevent me from pain, but isn't it hurting me more to not let myself get close to anyone. Bah, to most this must sound like I'm paranoid... or maybe I'm normal.

Today has been like a slow moving train wreck waiting to happen, and if it derails my life could end up even more screwed up than it is. A close friend came down for a visit from a disclosed location to another. The plane was delayed by three hours, but screw the details. That was the day before today. This morning my sibling took said friend to a spring, and swam there for about 5 hours. I woke up, made coffee, the usual, when they walked in. All the while I'm thinking if my mom were here, there would be fighting, no fun... and the inevitable grounded of me. -_-;;

I wish that was all my life consisted of sleep, food, and my art. But things aren't mean't to be, or maybe I'm too cynical to realize that its in my own power of what I do and what I don't... but then I remind myself that my mother figure has the power to take away everything except food and shelter. She says I should feel lucky that I have a T.V. in my room, and a nice bed, and all those nice clothes. Fuck that, I want my room to be just that, my room. I want posters on my walls, I want a matress and nothing else because I feel a bed takes to much space. I would gladly donate my good clothes for worn down clothes... but once again I remind myself, I have what other people don't. In turn, they obviously have stuff that I want.

In so doing, I will end this rambling blog of the day. This is just a taste of whats to come, but I don't even know if people will read it. (I probably don't care either).

The First Post Leads to the Last.

This is my first post. Most of you will not know me, even if you continue to read what I may type. This is my blog. If you see it, congratulations on the find. This is just yet another mindless teen typing his heart out on the web. Many posts will come from this most likely, so sit back, get popcorn, and get ready to watch... me start typing. -_-;;