A long drought, but now, water. Please don't actually drink me.

It's been a while, hasn't it? I've been a bit busy. I've : Graduated, been accepted to college, gotten a scholarship to aforementioned college, learned to play rhythm rock guitar, found several new authors and found two more bands that I like. The new bands are Demon Hunter, a christian heavy metal band, and Nightwish, a Finnish symphonic power metal band.

I've also gotten a new phone, freeing myself from the tyranny of the iphone, and realized I have no real friends. In case you're confused, the second is bad.


My anti-social tendencies have flared into full-blown cynicism, disdain and misanthropy. I've also gained an intense desire to get a tattoo and get blue streaks put in my hair. I've written two songs, both incredibly angsty and depressing.

That's about it. If your lucky, I might post the black fantasy poetry I wrote, and perhaps a story later this week. The poetry has warlocks and blood rites in it.

(to the tune of Evenescence's "Going Under." "I'm going emo! (going emo) Emo I be-eee!
(emo I be).


Quote of the post: "Get away, run away, fly away. Take me away, to dreamer's hideaway. I cannot cry, for the shoulder cries more, I cannot die, I, the whore of the cold world. Forgive me, I have but two faces. One for the world, one for God, save me! I cannot cry, for the shoulder cries more, I cannot die, I, the whore of the cold world."-Nightwish, the Poet and the Pendulum.

RED has changed.

I got the new album "Innocence & Instinct" by RED Saturday. I don't know what to make of it, really. It's more varied musically, but seems to lack the spirit that made the first album so good. It was, however, worth the money, and I like it well enough. Maybe it's just weird because it's different then I expected? They seem to have changed their look as well; from this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AkXPw_lorew, to this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZiLwrFI5Fv8.




I have come up with the perfect pick-up line. "If being beautiful were a crime, you would get the death sentence.". Charmingly macabre, yes?

Who am I?

First off, I am a Christian. That means a follower of Christ. I am also a yogi, vegetarian and a conscientious objector. I practice Yoga as a physical and mental tool. My spiritual needs are supplied by the teachings of Christ. I am a vegetarian because I believe, due to certain properties of the digestive system and personal experimentation, that a vegetarian diet is possibly healthier in many respects. I hold violence against another human being, regardless of circumstance or degree of harm, to be a great tragedy and failing to both parties. I find war to be reprehensible, yet sometimes unavoidable. I, regretfully, find myself feeling great disdain for those who have partaken in such violence, regardless of reason. I can only try to treat them fairly as human beings and equals. After all, all men are created equal, or as I would say, equally wretched.


Now that we've covered morals and such, let's look at hopes, goals and dreams. I am graduating from High School in about 3 months and am planning on attending collage. I want to major in Socio-anthropology, specializing in religions and mythologies. I have been trying to teach myself both Japanese and the guitar. I have a 3 month old Basset Hound named Suki. She is quite a handful, having reached the peak of puppiness. I have two rather large and stuffed bookshelves in my room, containing everything from R.A. Salvatore to Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett to Tolkien, Shakespear and Cervantes. I play World of Warcraft off and on, normally on a low population RP server. I like questing and taking my time rather then grinding, and I abhore PVP. I watch anime of all types. At this date, I'm watching Bleach and .hack//SIGN, as well as rewatching Serial Experiments Lain with my Dad. My tastes in music vary with my emotions, normally harder rock/ light metal, but I also enjoy some classic rock or classical music. I rarely tolorate christian worship, rap, hip-hop or country western. My personal motto for life is: Life sucks, get over it.



That's my information. Whether or not that's actually who I am is a question for another time.

Cults and their outreach programs.

(Beware, this is gonna be a silly one.)

Have you ever wondered how the cults and such in fantasy novels get new members? I think the most humorous explanation came to me a mere hour or so ago. Now I shall spread my madness to you, the reader.

Imagine a man, Bob for lack of better names, is getting his mail on a bright, sunny day. In his mailbox is only one letter. The envelope is made of an unpleasant leathery substance that smells ever-so-slightly of sulfur and the delicate smell of madness and evil. On the front is his name and address written in a way that somehow suggests tentacles and noneuclidean geometry. In the left corner is a series of runes and glyphs that seem to be written in a dark red substance, presumably the return address. In the right corner, a perfectly normal, if you don't mind Hello Kitty, stamp. As the seal is broken and the envelope is opened, a bitter, baleful light jumps free and rockets skyward, pausing only to suck the life out of the grass and flowers. Bob looks sadly at the now grey and evil looking daffodils.

Bob opens the envelope and takes out the letter inside. It reads: "You have very special qualities that qualify you to join the Order of the Dragon Prince of Total Darkness and Otherwise Evilness. Meet new people and sacrifice them to the 7 hoofed Boar of Zatherifeanon. Survive the Great Lords rise from the sea. Have a seed of evil planted in your heart that will slowly change you into a being made in the image of Kat'erainzaroth. Make new friends and go door-to-door with explanatory pamphlets. Travel to new and exciting places, like the Doom Catacombs of the Sunken City of Thaismedorachikarnea. Get to legitimately say DOOOMM!! at the work place. If you join today, you will recive a fabulous gift of the black cultist robes and hood with gold trim and an atheme made of metals that existed before the universe was formed. Remember, join soon and have your soul dragged screaming and weeping into the maw of Athoraneakodoneth much, much later.".

Bob stared at the letter for a few moments, then shrugged. "Eh, why not? Girls go crazy for a man in a robe.".

Things happen.

A lot has happened in the last few weeks. First off, I am getting a puppy, a female blonde and white basset hound in a few weeks. I'm thinking of being ironic and naming her Aphrodite. Second, I developed appendicitis in the beginning of the week and had an appendectomy Wednesday. I am now at home, sitting on the couch, doped up on pain pills. Thirdly, I have had an epiphany. For several months now, I have said that I wanted to get back into Taekwondo. I've only recently ( last night) realized why. I entered Taekwondo when I was young. How young? I really cannot remember. I achieved the rank of 3rd Degree Black Belt. I stopped taking class around one-and-a-half years ago. It just stopped interesting me.

I think the reason I want to take class again is not to obtain a goal, but to turn back time. For all of the past I can remember, I have been at Taekwondo. I don't really want to take class, I just want to go back to that simplicity of "Go to class at 12. go home at 1. Maybe go to the shop and back to class at 7:30.". I don't want to go to class to learn self-defence, or to earn 4th degree, or even just to get heathy. I like Yoga and riding my bike better. I want to go so things won't change.

I don't think I want to go back to class now. I don't think that I need to. I think what I need is not to try to remake the past, but to improve the future. Maybe in the future I'll go to Taekwondo. Maybe not. Time might tell.


This incoherent epiphany was brought to you by prescribed pain pills. Please forgive and disregard any and all bad grammer and less-then-perfect punctuation.

Lucid Dreams.

As the title implies, today I shall speak of lucid dreaming. First off, lucid dreaming is when you are aware that a dream is a dream. Simple, right? The fun thing about LD is that you can actually control your dream, directing them where you want. It's really amazing how vivid your imagination
is.

Though I have heard that Yoga mental training is supposed to enable you to LD, I have never been able to do it. My method of LD is, well, going back to sleep right after waking up. Come to think of it, that is a yoga thingy. It's always fun to be able to control your actions in a dream.

Just don't try it without at least two alarm clocks. And not if you have to be somewhere early. Set one alarm for about an hour before you need to get up and the other at the normal time. When the first wakes you up, try to remember if you were dreaming, then go back to sleep thinking about it.
It's helpful to have the other alarm across the room, so you have to get up to turn it off.

Responsiblility and Death.

Remember those puppies I blogged of on Christmas day? They were part pit-bull and started to get more and more aggressive as they got healthier. Mom just left to take them to the vet to be put to sleep. I know it's the only responsible and logical thing to do, but da nante joodan ja nai if it doesn't kusoimaimashii hurt.



Note to non-Japanese speakers; Don't look up what I said.
Note to Japanese speakers; Sorry for what I just said.