Well then, originally I was just going to post a poem...short story... kinda thingy. Because the computer I am on now only has spellcheck in Firefox.
But since this -is- a journal, I suppose I should write some other stuff here.
I've go nothing to complain about, my dad finally got another job, I am now a red-belt, I have a wonderful girlfriend, my story is nearing completion... its a nice life, if not terribly intriguing for others to read about ... YOU WANT ANGST... GO READ ANOTHER JOURNAL!!! Woot!
Anyway, now to the story poem thing:
It is called: I Am The Revnant, (and I already know that it is teh suxor)
I strike it down, down, down,
From its dead lips, screams, waking all the town.
Laughing, I bring my sword up, then down, driving it through,
That monster, this day shall rue.
I wipe the blood from my blade with cloak.
As I do, the beast gives a feeble croak.
"Hear me, for I am your doom,
and death is your destiny.
In my life, you killed me, my love, and her womb.
I am the un-dead, why I am here, you see."
I laugh at it, "You lowly snot,
I have killed you twice now.
Weakling, now go rot!"
Across its rancid face, spreads a look of glee,
"I am here to revenge those who I loved.
I will gladly die -but- I am taking you with me!"
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I'm probably going to tell you this a million times, but I miss you. Also, I'm considering calling you this weekend, if you'd like. There'll be band camp to talk of, if you wouldn't mind it either.
I like your poetry, though it confuses me. Keep up the good work, baby! (Whoa! That's weird.)