Living in the 21st century. Honestly, I think the gutter can be better than all the crap we eat by walking sheep-like on the street. But then, this is nothing but the Rhetorical-antiSocial. It's still just crap, only a different hand on the shovel..... I say the most important thing is a smile .... and thats it. -T

Friday, January 30, 2004

History Lesson

Hey kids! this morning I have to think up a history project for my very second D&D character EVER! woo! I'm gonna draw a nice little picture of him with my crayons too! I'll make his beard red and his shorts blue! and he can wear a pink-purple poncho too!

Thanks, you've been great! I'll be here all week.....

But seriously fokes, for those of you who care, the premis behind this stought fellow is an intense love of the sky and a need to fly (no no, not a drug-addict). For the first few sessions (up untill he learns 3ed level spells), he will be intensly interested in anything involving flight. Not that this will change after he learns the spell (and eventually keeps an metamagicaly extended version prepared at ALL times), but then he will simply be spending a great portion of his time in the air instead. After he atains his goal of soaring through the clouds, he will begin searching for a new way to fly (again, stop it with the drugs!). Hybrid will become very interested in the plains and travling therein. Eventually, I would like to have him become a planeshifter, but I'll have to talk to Amanda about that one ;)

On to the history!

Hybrid grew up in something of a smallish dwarven clan. In the clan's distant past, they were once a part of a great Dwarven empire that fell in some great war. Hybrid's ancestors were decedent from a small outpost of that empire, and some of the ancient traditions have survived the long years since the downfall. One of these traditions has created something strange among dwarven kind: an acceptance of the practice of magic. Some of the world's very greatest Transmuters, it is said, were also the greatest of the clan's ancestors..... I'll continue it later, as I have to go to class :P

Thursday, January 29, 2004

Damn you Dave! Damn you and your heavenly cheese too!

I was sitting here pleasently chewing away on a nice brick of havarti when all of a sudden, all unbiden to my mind came a single thought,
" you know what would be nice", the thought says to me in quite the conversational tone
" some of that nice and creamy quebec cheese.... mmmmmm..."

At which point I screamed in abject horror

ok, ok fine! I admit the chesse was awsome and amazing. happy now? gumbble mumble....

Here I go again...

Damn it! I've done it again! I alwayse get pissed off at my self when I look back at the horriably over-wrote and dramatic things I write, especially when I'm depressed. I'd rather just be witty, or simple-like. That would be nice .... *sigh* (* presses palm to forehead *) alas! It doth seem this is not to be! :P


I really need to get school in line, it's starting to get away from me....



Oh, and I've never done the pot. I just think everyone needs to get a good session on around here....


and the pelican is somehow, and mysteriously, caught by the salmon .... who knew....

Monday, January 26, 2004

And now, somehow, all I hear is Celine Dion as background music. It's not all there, but I feel it coming back, slowly seeping into the pit of my stomach, into my bones and my teeth. Maybe this is a good thing. Maybe, if I say yes, this time things will work out the way they should have. I layered it all under so much hate and fear, and yet as soon as I saw her again all I wanted to do was smile....

... but I missed a class this morning thinking about it, and a quiz in a lab too. This has to change, one way or another. I am going to have to start working tottaly on school ....

... I miss her. It is going to take me time to feel comfortable again, and perhapse even to fall as head over heals for her as I did before. We will just have to see. I've never given up before, though .... and I'm not willing to start now.

Sunday, January 25, 2004

Goodnight and Farewell

Tonight I tip my hat to you
I hope you will feel better too
I've found myself a brandnew place
They may even still fill up that space

Don't you cover those pretty ears
I've dried up all these angry tears
the wind is somehow not so cold
even withought someone to hold

The door to my heart was close
but to your knock my heart still rose
so thank you for kindly holding that door
and I hope you will be happy while I try to soar

So goodnight and Farewell
I hope that life treats you well
and that someday you'll find a face
that fills you in your everywere place