(( Thoughts, comments, and reactions can be written in the OOC thread. Kind of like...livejournal. These writings can be found in the tiny sketchbook she carries around with her at all times. You can play off of it if you snatch it away from her or something.))
4/28/08
If only I counted how many days I've been here. I lost count after one. It's been a few weeks, I guess. I really wanted to make this journal formal like. I always heard about those historic journals in the Discovery and History Channels. How those great figures somehow documented their lives day to day. Well, the date'll have to do. Who else is reading this thing but me, anyway?
Just got back from the healer chick today. I don't know how I exactly remembered how to find her. After seeing Chase at the Inn...I just walked. And there I was. I never thought I could actually do that!
She wasn't blue this time. What is her DEAL?! Goes to show you how shotgun her life is. The kind of life I wish I had. Full of eventful stuff. Life's boring for little old me. She's prettier than I imagined, though. And cooler, too!
Well, now that I bought this sketchy-sketchbook...I can doodle too. Bwaha! Hooray doodles! I can't believe Wyatt's dating that girl, Mack. How'd he snag such a hottie?! In like...no seconds flat?! Well, Wyatt is amazing. Always looked up to the big guy.
But looking up and comparing are different things. And I do a bit of both. GAH! Why do I feel like I've fallen behind or something?! I shouldn't think like that. Why do I think like that?! DAMNIT!
Speaking of thinking like that...Schway-Schway(Lain) totally punched me last night. Hence, the healer. Not like I'd EVER forget that. It was my first violent...anything. That wasn't choreographed, that is. I've...never been punched before. The healer said she broke my FRIGGIN nose. At least it's all fixed. Rhy'Din always did make things better.
Now? My life makes the MATRIX seem like boresville. And I loved that movie! Mmmm, trenchcoats....
But even here and now, I feel the same. And a bit worse. I wonder if they presumed me dead yet at home? How many would go to my funeral?
There I go with emo thoughts again. But seriously, I really want to know! Is it wrong to smile at how much my mom and dad must be freaking out about this? And is it even more wrong to think that my brother is crying too? I know that if my brother went missing, I wouldn't cry. I'd laugh. And wonder what took him so long.
What with being a drug dealer and total loser. At least I tried and go to school. Wait! I got out of doing those stupid essays! SWEET!
No more teachers, no more books!
4/28/08
If only I counted how many days I've been here. I lost count after one. It's been a few weeks, I guess. I really wanted to make this journal formal like. I always heard about those historic journals in the Discovery and History Channels. How those great figures somehow documented their lives day to day. Well, the date'll have to do. Who else is reading this thing but me, anyway?
Just got back from the healer chick today. I don't know how I exactly remembered how to find her. After seeing Chase at the Inn...I just walked. And there I was. I never thought I could actually do that!
She wasn't blue this time. What is her DEAL?! Goes to show you how shotgun her life is. The kind of life I wish I had. Full of eventful stuff. Life's boring for little old me. She's prettier than I imagined, though. And cooler, too!
Well, now that I bought this sketchy-sketchbook...I can doodle too. Bwaha! Hooray doodles! I can't believe Wyatt's dating that girl, Mack. How'd he snag such a hottie?! In like...no seconds flat?! Well, Wyatt is amazing. Always looked up to the big guy.
But looking up and comparing are different things. And I do a bit of both. GAH! Why do I feel like I've fallen behind or something?! I shouldn't think like that. Why do I think like that?! DAMNIT!
Speaking of thinking like that...Schway-Schway(Lain) totally punched me last night. Hence, the healer. Not like I'd EVER forget that. It was my first violent...anything. That wasn't choreographed, that is. I've...never been punched before. The healer said she broke my FRIGGIN nose. At least it's all fixed. Rhy'Din always did make things better.
Now? My life makes the MATRIX seem like boresville. And I loved that movie! Mmmm, trenchcoats....
But even here and now, I feel the same. And a bit worse. I wonder if they presumed me dead yet at home? How many would go to my funeral?
There I go with emo thoughts again. But seriously, I really want to know! Is it wrong to smile at how much my mom and dad must be freaking out about this? And is it even more wrong to think that my brother is crying too? I know that if my brother went missing, I wouldn't cry. I'd laugh. And wonder what took him so long.
What with being a drug dealer and total loser. At least I tried and go to school. Wait! I got out of doing those stupid essays! SWEET!
No more teachers, no more books!