Trying something new... :3
Okay, I know I don't update enough because of how boring my life is, so I've decided to try something I don't see very often. I'm going to turn this journal into a fake one. Don't look at me like that... I know there are thousands of people out there who have journals to just read other peoples lives. I want to give them something to look forword to every night. I'm going to turn this journal into my own fictional story, but keep it the same as a journal. I hope everyone enjoys this idea and well... I love all you people who read my dribble. :3
Why is it always the same damn thing every day of my life? The days are going by way too slowly and I can't find the fast forward button everyone else keeps talking about. I always hear that, "Oh, where have the years gone?" or my personal favorite, "I never have enough time to do anything anymore..." Did my slow motion button get stuck?
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Why is it always the same damn thing every day of my life? The days are going by way too slowly and I can't find the fast forward button everyone else keeps talking about. I always hear that, "Oh, where have the years gone?" or my personal favorite, "I never have enough time to do anything anymore..." Did my slow motion button get stuck?
My day started out alright, I got up at the ass crack of dawn to feed my kitten Mookie and fell back to sleep moments after. I knew I had one of 'those' dreams last night because my whole body was sore and stiff. The bruses were apparent when I turned the kitchen light on. My arm was blue below my left shoulder and reached over to my chest. Looks like I took a hit from a fucking baseball bat. I figured I should ware a turtleneck since it was cold anyway. I am the master at hiding this shit, maybe due to the fact that I've been having these dreams for a few months now.
Ever since my eighteenth birthday I've been waking up in a cold sweat with the smell of blood running though my nostils or the sore stiff muscels you get when you've been running all night. For the first month I was scared, but all this sudden boom in occult popularity and Witch Craft has me thinking maybe those damned fools subconsiously fooled me into believeing a lie. Don't get me wrong, I'm actually Druid myself, but the popular lies are merely the make-believe tales of people who fly on broomsticks and how they're misunderstood by humanity and were cast out. Fuck being cast out, I think they all just left and are watching from afar and laughing at our stupidity. I think Gaia is angry at us, and I hope one day she comes to me and rips me out of this existance before the rest of humanity ruins what sanity I have left.
Fuck my dreams, there just stupid halusinations and something I'm just going to have to get over. Maybe when I get older I'll see a shrink to figure me out, for now I'll just deal. I decided to get a few more winks into my morning, but when Mookie clamered up to get her morning pets, I knew I wasn't going back to dream land. So I got ready and walked my happy ass to school.
My first class, Art, wasn't a big surprise and I just spent my time working on the pot design I planed for my first three dimentional project. I then spent my hour in Math 121 poking my book with a pen and napping away the lecture, but the class ended up getting let out early and I couldn't get out of there fast enough. They said college would be fun, exciting, something to really allow me freedom. If this is what happens when you grow-up, life stands still, then I don't want it. I keep feeling like something is going to happen, but it just never does. I lie in my bed thinking about all the diffrent things I would have wanted to be and I relise something. I don't want to be me.
The world is made up of people who are successful and who walk on the backs of others for wealth. I am born into a species where the weak are revered and the special or strong looked over because they have an advantage the rich want. If only I could go back to a time when primal fury was a way of life and I wouldn't have to deal with annoying people who think they're great because their families have money. I could just eat them.
There, my little rant for today... Gods, I suck at being exciting and well... I went looking for my friends after math. Apparently it was earlier then I thought because when I went looking for them they were still chilling in the Cafe. They're not the coolest group on campus, but they'd stick by me though anything. I love them all and I hope it's mutual throughout the gathering of people. We ended up chatting long enough for my ride to pull into the Cafe and grab a coffee.
I know I should get a car and my licence, but I hate driving and I believe it will end up getting me killed one day. I try to stay off the road in general unless I have no choice. That's why I opted to walk home today. My house isn't but a few blocks down the road, but David, my ride, likes to take me home when it's raining badly or when I hurt myself in Martial Arts 121. ((Yeah, we have a Martial Arts class...))We ended up talking for a few minutes before everyone had to head for classes or home. I decided to head home.
On the way home I encountered something odd. A pack of stray cats just started to congregate around me on the wall tops and about my feet. I love cats, but what happened today was really weird. I've never seen so many cats roaming the streets while I walked home. I stoped a couple of times to sit and pet them, but around the time I got home they had all disappeared. It was pretty cool, though.
Being at home wasn't very exciting either. I guess my life really is going to drag out till I die of bordom. I wish something would happen, anything. I need to get away from this nightmare of droll life and wantings of something better. I just wish whatever was waiting for me would just hit me and be done with it, instead of making me feel like I'm waiting for the cookies to bake or the water to boil. I guess I'll write in here when something new and exciting happens. I'll keep in touch.
Peace out
Why is it always the same damn thing every day of my life? The days are going by way too slowly and I can't find the fast forward button everyone else keeps talking about. I always hear that, "Oh, where have the years gone?" or my personal favorite, "I never have enough time to do anything anymore..." Did my slow motion button get stuck?
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Why is it always the same damn thing every day of my life? The days are going by way too slowly and I can't find the fast forward button everyone else keeps talking about. I always hear that, "Oh, where have the years gone?" or my personal favorite, "I never have enough time to do anything anymore..." Did my slow motion button get stuck?
My day started out alright, I got up at the ass crack of dawn to feed my kitten Mookie and fell back to sleep moments after. I knew I had one of 'those' dreams last night because my whole body was sore and stiff. The bruses were apparent when I turned the kitchen light on. My arm was blue below my left shoulder and reached over to my chest. Looks like I took a hit from a fucking baseball bat. I figured I should ware a turtleneck since it was cold anyway. I am the master at hiding this shit, maybe due to the fact that I've been having these dreams for a few months now.
Ever since my eighteenth birthday I've been waking up in a cold sweat with the smell of blood running though my nostils or the sore stiff muscels you get when you've been running all night. For the first month I was scared, but all this sudden boom in occult popularity and Witch Craft has me thinking maybe those damned fools subconsiously fooled me into believeing a lie. Don't get me wrong, I'm actually Druid myself, but the popular lies are merely the make-believe tales of people who fly on broomsticks and how they're misunderstood by humanity and were cast out. Fuck being cast out, I think they all just left and are watching from afar and laughing at our stupidity. I think Gaia is angry at us, and I hope one day she comes to me and rips me out of this existance before the rest of humanity ruins what sanity I have left.
Fuck my dreams, there just stupid halusinations and something I'm just going to have to get over. Maybe when I get older I'll see a shrink to figure me out, for now I'll just deal. I decided to get a few more winks into my morning, but when Mookie clamered up to get her morning pets, I knew I wasn't going back to dream land. So I got ready and walked my happy ass to school.
My first class, Art, wasn't a big surprise and I just spent my time working on the pot design I planed for my first three dimentional project. I then spent my hour in Math 121 poking my book with a pen and napping away the lecture, but the class ended up getting let out early and I couldn't get out of there fast enough. They said college would be fun, exciting, something to really allow me freedom. If this is what happens when you grow-up, life stands still, then I don't want it. I keep feeling like something is going to happen, but it just never does. I lie in my bed thinking about all the diffrent things I would have wanted to be and I relise something. I don't want to be me.
The world is made up of people who are successful and who walk on the backs of others for wealth. I am born into a species where the weak are revered and the special or strong looked over because they have an advantage the rich want. If only I could go back to a time when primal fury was a way of life and I wouldn't have to deal with annoying people who think they're great because their families have money. I could just eat them.
There, my little rant for today... Gods, I suck at being exciting and well... I went looking for my friends after math. Apparently it was earlier then I thought because when I went looking for them they were still chilling in the Cafe. They're not the coolest group on campus, but they'd stick by me though anything. I love them all and I hope it's mutual throughout the gathering of people. We ended up chatting long enough for my ride to pull into the Cafe and grab a coffee.
I know I should get a car and my licence, but I hate driving and I believe it will end up getting me killed one day. I try to stay off the road in general unless I have no choice. That's why I opted to walk home today. My house isn't but a few blocks down the road, but David, my ride, likes to take me home when it's raining badly or when I hurt myself in Martial Arts 121. ((Yeah, we have a Martial Arts class...))We ended up talking for a few minutes before everyone had to head for classes or home. I decided to head home.
On the way home I encountered something odd. A pack of stray cats just started to congregate around me on the wall tops and about my feet. I love cats, but what happened today was really weird. I've never seen so many cats roaming the streets while I walked home. I stoped a couple of times to sit and pet them, but around the time I got home they had all disappeared. It was pretty cool, though.
Being at home wasn't very exciting either. I guess my life really is going to drag out till I die of bordom. I wish something would happen, anything. I need to get away from this nightmare of droll life and wantings of something better. I just wish whatever was waiting for me would just hit me and be done with it, instead of making me feel like I'm waiting for the cookies to bake or the water to boil. I guess I'll write in here when something new and exciting happens. I'll keep in touch.
Peace out