...Nothing to update... Just letting you know I'm alive. And this is probably on a new button, 31-40. Irvine's here, but she didn't update her journal. She's leaving tomorrow.

I may not go down in history...
I just want someone...
to remember me.

how can I want to be left alone in life, but remembered in death? Actually, to really think about it, i don't care if anyone remembers me. Better for the world if I never exsisted...

    (...*sigh*),
      Squall.

   ...Sorry for not updating in forever. Erm. Two days. Whatever... ...Anyways. I've been working hard on that story, I like to think I'm doing well. I'm having fun writing the rpg thing with Panno and I added MM's journal link and her site, Fleeting Moments.

He said "clean you room."
She said,"No, I won't."
He said,"comb your hair."
she said,"Some kids don't."
And there his dreams went up in smoke.

 l  yeah. There you go.

    (...),
      Squall.

   ...Working a lot lately, but I finally started that book. ^^ Go me. Anyways... dad's home from work today, but has a appointment. Oh, and my birthday's in 18 days. fuck. parties suck ass.

I was lookin' for a happy ending...
So much for... pretending!

   It's only a little, but that's all you need.

    (...),
      Squall.

   ...I have been working since noon. Fuck. I decided to write a book. Of course, I need somewhere to host it so..... I just went through an 13-fucking hour resurrection for my old site, Amnesia. *tired* *sore* >< Anyways. Here's my main character's Description:

Main Character:

   Name: Saerleon ___?____ (pronounced Say-er-lee-on)
   Age: _?_ (undecided)
    Appears: _?_ (undecided)
   Facial Features: lean, heart-shaped face, youthful in appearance.
   Home: Tjiar'sr, meaning peaceful
   Gender: Male
   Race: Elvish
   Hair color: Dark Blue
   Eye color: stormy blue-gray
   Stature: Saerleon is lithe, and leanly muscled, roughly 5' 9" tall.
   Motions: Fluid and quick, Saerleon has startling speed and good reaction time.
   Weapon(s): Long bow, Dagger of the Air, Serpent's Fang, and a Sword of the Fire.

   Long Bow: Crafted out of fine S'emae'rt, and usually slung o'er Saerleon's back. The arrows are of La'r'os'n'Mer'ode fletching and are well-made using gem arrows heads, concealing light magic, to aid in finding a target.
   Dagger of the Air: This dagger is crafted of a special metal, created by the Drow. At some sword point during the War of Elves, or De'stra'n nos La'r'os, the Mer'ode nos La'r'os got ahold of it and created this dagger. Blessed by Goddess of the Wind, the dagger has six bigger wings from the hilt concealing magic to make the dagger light and effortless to wield. Two more small wings closer to the blade allow it to levitate and to the user's hand, creating easier battles. There is a light blue sapphire veined with dark onyx also on the hilt. This gem was found by the La'r'os'n'Mer'ode during the war against Dwarves. The gem is believed to have been created by the Goddess of Wind and the Goddess of Darkness, who mixed their powers to strenghten the dagger.
   Serpents' Fang: This large dagger was given life within the darkest forges of the Ziu'wji nos La'r'os. The Drows' greatest blacksmiths toiled for many a fortnight in order to infuse the venom of a serpent throughout the daggers dark tinted blade and this ensures that even if an enemy may escape death by the daggers' callous blade, its venom which begins paralyzing the victims' muscles within minutes of contact will slowly take claim of his life if no anti-venom is provided. The dagger itself consists of a crimson hued grip and cross-guard, which is fashioned in the form of two sets of opposing steel horns, one reaching downward to the end of the hilt and the other yearning for the tip of the serpents' deadly fang. It also adorns an indented stripe of the same tone, which spans the second and third fourths of both the sides of the blade. The daggers pommel was skillfully crafted from the most magnificent ruby contained within the Dark Elven Lords' immense treasury. Yet, as this flawless work of art graced the serpents' fang a small black diamond tainted the pommels' core and remains there to this day. That dark diamond found within the daggers vibrant pommel is said to be the remnants of the snakes' soul, whos' very death gave birth to this marvelous weapon, and as the daggers' venomous blade greets the soft flesh of an enemy a long malevolent hiss can always be heard emanating from the pommels' core.
   Sword of the Fire: This sword was created by seven ancient weapon-masters' of the La'r'os'n'Zwi'wji race, and how it fell into La'r'os'n'Mer'ode hands can only be assumed. The flame-designed blade is a cold silver, but has the faintest glow of red, as though it was still in the forge. The hilt is shaded crimson red and cool silver, alternating with dazzling beauty and ending in gold. The gaurd is pure and golden, holding a gem the shade of blood sealed with the Goddess of Fire's blessings.

Garments:

   Cape: Hooded and black, it has a magical green tint that helps Saerleon blend in. The cape comes to his heels, so as to help conceal him completely. However, he rarely wears the hood, unless in need of discretion.
   Tunic: Same material as his cape, but not as rough. Brown, with the same magically added ability to tint to whatever the surroundings are.
   Pants: Dark brown, allows soundless motions, where caution is needed. The are not tight so as not to be restricting, but not loose so as not to be noisy.
   Shoes: Worn leather, used for stealth and traveling. A dark brown. They also have small grips on the bottom, so that climbing is easier.

   Special: TrueBlayde

Attitude:

   On handling 'Situations': Stay calm, look at what's wrong and don't worry about what you can't fix.
   On life: Go for it and live loosely. Life, like soup, needs to be spiced contantly if it is to be properly made.
   On fighting: You shouldn't kill for fun, and you should defend what you believe is right.
   On Humans: Ne'er have I laid my eyes upon a more selfish race. But, like all things, there can, and are, many exceptions.
   On Elves: Such a people full of mirth... yet everything has terrible secrets.
   On Dwarves: A race so crafty with stone is to be regarded highly. However, those in high regard oft misuse that.
   On Drow Elves: Here is a race that breeds cruelty. I pray for an exception to this bloodlustful race.
   On TrueBlaydes: It's comforting and agonizing at once. I feel so... sperated from everything else.



I'm in a hurry to get things done
Oh I rush and rush until life's no fun...
All I really gotta do is, live an' die
but I'm in a hurry an' don' know why.

   ...there's today's piece.

    (...*hums 'I'm in a hurry'*),
      Squall.

   ...Shit.Family problems. I do, however, consider myself an honorable person. I gave my dad my word I wouldn't let a word touch my lips nor these keys. So I can't tell you. But for a shortness that I can say... I might move in with my dad and he might move to Birch Run. *shrugs* I don't know. I added a thing called "Song Today". I find that I usually have a song that is adequate to my thoguhts. Well...that's all. Bye.



You slipped off your wedding band...
tucked it deep inside my hand..
Forced a smile and headed for the door.
that was when I heard you say,"things just haven't been goin' our way and I don't... love you, anymore."
Now after the day I had, I could've done without that!
I'd rather watcht the house we built...burn to the ground.
Stand out in the pourin' rain, let the good lord strike me down.
Than to sit here and watch you walk away...
Anything would be better than your goodbye...on a bad day.
I've seen that look, I can always tell, it means "get away from me, and go straight to Hell!"
That's exactly where I'll be, when you're gone...
(...anyways...bit and pieces of Todays song)

    (...),
      Squall.

   ...I added a new link. Anyays... God. Irv, would you make up your mind? "I'm comin' up this week." "Sorry, I guess I'm not, got Manda over..." "Oh wait, I'll be up on Wednesday!" "no, I can't I just invited Liz over..." ><' God dammit, you think it'd hurt to spend a moment of life being decisive..? Anyways... the big town of Gladwin (just kidding...)has a huge storm on it's way. 2 inch hail, torrential rains, 70 mph winds... I don't know if I should be happy or depressed... I mean, I LOVE big storms, but I want to be online, so I can keep up with the story Panno and I write, and the power may go out...
   ...God, the guy at Baka Pic post; Assman..? What an idiot. I can't believe the demonstrations of stupidty. *rolls eyes* He's such a fucking child.
   I'll update later, if I can...

   ...Well now. Today was close to pointless. I woke at 8:00 AM (yesterday, actually) only to be dragged to my step-uncle Danny's, step-gramma Meersma (no big deal-- she's very, erm, fluffy.) and then to my step-uncle Josh's. >< Dammit, I didn't want to go. Oh well...Not like it was my choice. I remet with an old friend today, online. He came here, looked at this and said, "Not even video game character's are that bitter." I thought, (I'm not bitter...) and then (...yeah right.)
   ...Damn inner thoughts. Anyways... Today, Irv's coming up. and both my folks are working. Yes! House to myself for a while. I'm so overjoyed... *sighs* Nothing wrong with a little sarcasm... WEll, that seems to be it so, I guess I'll see you all later. Bye.

    (...),
      Squall.