Squall's Journal.
Sweet Darkness, Hold Me...
...Well, I'm tired and bored. I got back onlnie for no reason more than to
update and check for a friend of mine. Insomnia sucks ass. Keep it in mind, hey? Well,
no real update. Anxious for school. Oh, and for those of you that care... e.e; I haven't
worked on my site, Amnesia, in
forever.
^^ And a whole day of Squall-like attitude. Go me. ...yeah. Whatever.
'Nother Supper...
From a sack...
A 99 cent heart attack...
...Whatever.
(...Whatever.),
Squall.
...*rolls eyes* Dammit, Irvine, update your own journal. Anyways. Not
much going, bought some new T-shirts (Black with random sayings... oh! one navy. *mock
proud look*) for school. Some Black Jeans... a green long-sleeve shirt. Classes on the
21st. Well, that's pretty much it. Bye.
...
...Didn't feel like typing out lyrics.
(...),
Squall.
...Whoa. I'm home again. Days are flying by and I got used to not having to
interact. Not having to deal with a shitty computer. No having to deal with that fat thing that
lives in my mother's (Ron's) house. *chuckles without mirth* Now that I'm back
here, it seems my alter-ego (for that's what I've decided to call it) has returned. Well, you
see, the thing is, I think about lots of violent things, but never... NEVER... would I have
taken action against someone. Unless you push me too far. Unless you tempt me to let out
that alter-ego. That's done easily enough. Threaten my friends or family. *shrugs* It's the
way things are. I don't have a name for this... ah, alternate. I'll have to ask some of my
friends what they think... But now I have to go. Legolas calls. ^^
Boromir~ *snobbish* And what would a ranger know of this matter?
Legolas~ *jumps up* *angrily* This is no mere ranger! He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn...
*smiling just slightly, almost imperceptibly* And a king of Gondor.
Boromir~ *miffed* *stiffly* A-Aragorn..? This is Isilidur's heir?
Legolas~ *impassively* You owe him your allegiance.
Aragorn/Strider~ *sighs, bringing a hand to his forehead in annoyance- or aggravation*
Haibi dia, Legolas. //Sit down, Legolas.\\
Boromir~ *scoffs* *looking to Legolas* Gondor has no king. *to Aragorn/Strider*
Gondor needs no king.
In the stead of lyrics, you get Legolas' opening scene.
(...),
Squall.
...Well, no real update. I'm going home on Sunday, I know mom misses
me. I showed my folks this fun little thing called "Death Clock", go here to see it. You put in your birth day, month
and year, plus your gender and 'mode', your personality (Normal, Pessimistic, Sadistic, or
Optimistic) Guess what Squall chose? Oh yeah. Pessimistic. It cuts you're life down a lot
than if you were optimistic. I was alittle distressed to discover my dad will die in 21 years.
*shrugs* damn. I happen to like him. ><; Oh well, it's just a fucking game, don't take it for
real. Anyways, I have been slacking on my story, but fuck you. I just don't feel like working
on it right now. I'll just mess it up if I work on it in a bad mood... Well, that's all. Bye.
The urge to run,
the restlessness.
The heart of stone I sometimes get...
The things I've done for foolish pride,
the me that's never satisfied...
The face that's in the mirror,
when I don't like what I see...
I guess that's just the cowboy in me...
Sound like anyone you know? A certain one Squall? ...yeah. It's got my
discription down good. I always have an urge to run, feel restless and Can be very
impassive (...No shit.) . I do lots of things for my pride, most of them stupid, I am rarely
satified with anything, and when I look in the mirror, I see brown hair hanging into a face
filled with hate, mistrust and disgust (...for humans, of course...). Well, bye.
(...the urge to run, the restlessness...),
Squall.
