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.