Ok... REALLY fixing it this time
I won't be able to be making any plans for all of next week 11th-15th. I hope at least i'll be able to buy some new swords... new weapons always make me feel good.
Thinking back now... all those really cool stones i've bought were from there. My favorite, the Blue Amethyst, was given away as a present...wonder if she still has it...or even remembers for that matter.
Either way i'm stuck with a trip that I don't really care for anymore.
I sometimes wonder... if was to load up my swords, some food and clothes, withdraw all my money, and hijack the neighbor's honda tonight... nah... despite a desire to go exploring, or roaming about...I could never bring myself to do it. The 2 people closest to me, who both know and share the same feelings of abandonment, would never forgive me. It's why i stay home... i dunno if i have any other reasons as of now... but after 13 years i could never ditch out on my brother or my best friend.
Even if every other person on the planet hated me... and it was in my best interest to get away from it all... i'd stick with 'em. We're all three in...i guess you could call it a symbiotic relationship... whatever happens to one of us affects the other 2...in 1 way or another.
We all have a kind of unwritten/unspoken creed between us. If either of us talk about the creed amongst the other 2 though we get told to shut the hell up and never speak of it again. (To show any sort of emotions around each other aside from the average laughing and joking about is forbidden.) Although for some reason we can't explain we are allowed to speak of the creed away from each other.
I remember the one time the bond was tested... my friend was being blackmailed to steal stuff... but that was over in a day. Cory and i found out what was going on. Although to those reading the method of beating someone to a bloody pulp with a bamboo sword is rather evil sounding, i have no regrets to this day that we beat him just inches from death when we were stopped by Scott (next door neighbor of my friend)... our parents were told and we were all grounded. We didn't care... if we hadn't done it we might as well have quit being friends that day.
After awhile...my friend and I swore we'd be the death of each other. No one would be able to take that one thing away from us. It's how we became best friend/arch rivals of the sort.
Anyways...back to mackinaw... gonne get stuck up there with my thoughts... DAMMIT!!!! I HATE when i have a week alone to think... i hate it more than anyone/anything in the world. I never think about anything that makes me happy...i don't know why... but at least ill be out in the woods where i can weild my soul in such a way to forget everything.
Anyone here know what a Sword Dance REALLY is? It's not just a flashy-trippy-spinny-tricky sword game. It's an art all in itself. To me it's something that helps kill my mind from thinking whenever i'm on my own. Swoprdsmanship in itself is something i wouldn't be able to live without. Well just say it's like the art of dance... only more kick-ass and violent lol. That's the best description you're getting from me... need better? Try it out yourself... (Although for those of you less experienced i'd suggest using something LIKE a sword(s) not the real thing. Don't wanna be losing limbs now children!)
Thinking back now... all those really cool stones i've bought were from there. My favorite, the Blue Amethyst, was given away as a present...wonder if she still has it...or even remembers for that matter.
Either way i'm stuck with a trip that I don't really care for anymore.
I sometimes wonder... if was to load up my swords, some food and clothes, withdraw all my money, and hijack the neighbor's honda tonight... nah... despite a desire to go exploring, or roaming about...I could never bring myself to do it. The 2 people closest to me, who both know and share the same feelings of abandonment, would never forgive me. It's why i stay home... i dunno if i have any other reasons as of now... but after 13 years i could never ditch out on my brother or my best friend.
Even if every other person on the planet hated me... and it was in my best interest to get away from it all... i'd stick with 'em. We're all three in...i guess you could call it a symbiotic relationship... whatever happens to one of us affects the other 2...in 1 way or another.
We all have a kind of unwritten/unspoken creed between us. If either of us talk about the creed amongst the other 2 though we get told to shut the hell up and never speak of it again. (To show any sort of emotions around each other aside from the average laughing and joking about is forbidden.) Although for some reason we can't explain we are allowed to speak of the creed away from each other.
I remember the one time the bond was tested... my friend was being blackmailed to steal stuff... but that was over in a day. Cory and i found out what was going on. Although to those reading the method of beating someone to a bloody pulp with a bamboo sword is rather evil sounding, i have no regrets to this day that we beat him just inches from death when we were stopped by Scott (next door neighbor of my friend)... our parents were told and we were all grounded. We didn't care... if we hadn't done it we might as well have quit being friends that day.
After awhile...my friend and I swore we'd be the death of each other. No one would be able to take that one thing away from us. It's how we became best friend/arch rivals of the sort.
Anyways...back to mackinaw... gonne get stuck up there with my thoughts... DAMMIT!!!! I HATE when i have a week alone to think... i hate it more than anyone/anything in the world. I never think about anything that makes me happy...i don't know why... but at least ill be out in the woods where i can weild my soul in such a way to forget everything.
Anyone here know what a Sword Dance REALLY is? It's not just a flashy-trippy-spinny-tricky sword game. It's an art all in itself. To me it's something that helps kill my mind from thinking whenever i'm on my own. Swoprdsmanship in itself is something i wouldn't be able to live without. Well just say it's like the art of dance... only more kick-ass and violent lol. That's the best description you're getting from me... need better? Try it out yourself... (Although for those of you less experienced i'd suggest using something LIKE a sword(s) not the real thing. Don't wanna be losing limbs now children!)