Oh God! The dance was funny! LoL I kept feeling out of sync to everyone else, but who cares? I've got great friends, and a person who doesn't care if I can dance, watching me out of the corner of his eye. It feels so great, so rejuvenating to be loved, to enjoy friends in their truest essence. Those false friends, who I find I can't stand anymore, maybe I just grew out of them, or they grew out of me, who knows? I for one, don't care anymore. I can have fun in my own group, and fun in the others. (*Jams to "Las Ketchup"*)

I got to keep the sweatshirt! I love it.... Gonna go fall asleep in it, and my tank top. Screw it. I'm jsut going to throw it in the wash tomorrow anyway, and it's about time for my sleeping bag to be washed, too. What to do tomorrow... I'll tell ya now, because when i get home, I'll prolly jsut fall asleep in my tracks and drop, dead to the world. I'm gonna be working on the boat all day, tarping it and winterizing it, putting it up on blocks, moving stuff, doing my jobs that i'm expected to do. *smiles tiredly*

About that poem below, it really does matter to me. The first time I read it, it wasn't yet revised and finished, but I knew even then, that it was going to hit me. Like the one about the wall, this one was meant for me to read. Some things I believe fate puts in your way, and this is one of them. Erik, I hope that you use your talent, (The Curious George poem was awesome, man!) and do something with it. You have a Gift (God i hate those words..) and you really should use it. I can prolly never say this aloud to you without sounding all sentimental and mushy, which I'm not good at, but in here... Just know. I'm not saying this because I don't mean it. I do, and I hope you take me seriously. BTW... A copy of this is going on the wall in my room. *grins* Night, man!

He checked his sins at the confessional door
said: "Hey God, can you hear my roar?
Don't touch me now with your sacred hand
leave it to the color and the ice cream man
You flooded those sinners with the broken sea
and I know it wasn't but it could've been me
Swim swim swim, Boy, as fast as you can
let Noah watch he's your Number One Fan
Where's your love and your kindness now?
Can't you hear me, Man, I'm crying out loud?!
Is your cloud fluffy soft and white?
Don't worry 'bout me, this burning rock is alright
I try to be pure but the poison's so sweet
from the palms of my hands to the soles of my feet
I tie you up in the back of my van
lay by the Red Sea to work on my tan
Next stop, Heaven, take a left turn on right
sex, guns, and drugs turn this day into night
I've lost my way down this winding road
crash and burn bearing the weight of my load
I hitch a ride in his big black car
gonna take me down, Baby, it's not far
Sittin' shotgun I'm feeling heat in my brain
my head if aching me, I'm going insane
He pulls out with a cheap tramp slant
I want to know him but I know that I can't
He buttons down his pants, I'll take a ride on his rocket
shoot me to the moon, put your hand in my pocket
He's burnin' my loins, I feel his fire in mine
he makes me cum 'fore you strike me blind
Cutting myself every time you come near
but it don't hurt me, no you can't have my tears
I was made in your image but your mirror was cracked
you couldn't see me and your bags are packed
I try to see the world from behind your eyes
one day I would've cared, one day before your lies
Leave me to myself with this bread and wine
your body and your blood that I've taken into mine
I've got some fire from the man downstairs
I've thrown away my troubles and I'll throw away my cares
Your book is burning and I'm feeding the flame
I make the cross and I bleed in your name."

I kknow that this poem doesn't really apply to me in the least, being about gay guys and all, but I still like it. It's one of my favorite poems, and It will be on my website shortly. Soon as I get around to it. *grins* Reiny, let me tell you. If you ever read this blogger, this is my newest poem in a collection of 2, so please do know that being put into my blogger means it is one of my absolute favorites. I'm not kidding you! LoL Now... Anyone else who dares to comment negatively about it, keep them off my blogger, because i will rip you apart. *smiles coldly* I'm jsut in that kind of mood... Right, Carolyn? (BTW, sorry about that thing at lunch...)

That, down there, is my last post for the day, and one of the best stories I've ever written. Even Matt had nothing completely cruel to say about it! Wicked awesome-ness! LoL I think maybe I'll write a sequel, but I'm entirely not sure. Could ruin the whole nice little piece I've got going on right here.

So yeah... What about that Erik kid? Huh? When the hell is he gonna get it together and jsut ask me out? (*wink wink nudge nudge*)

And what about that horrible Criminology class that I can't go to, because I have no ride, and I'm not worth someone else's time to come and get, huh? What about that? *grins* Just kidding.

Oy vey... Yup... So Burmy, quit looking for my secret journal; Kerri, that's to you, too. Kk? I refuse to accept any responsibilty should either of you find it, so don't try. And... Yeah. Where the FUCK IS DAN!?!?!

I went right by the farm today where she "supposedly" is, and she's just not there. I know I siad she was, but that was simply a cover because she's missing, and I'm worried sick about my little speed-daemon, the witchiest, bitchiest, roughtest, toughest mare this side of the Mississippi. Yup. You heard me. Dead worried. If ya knew how much time, effort money, energies, etc. it took to tame the wild beastie, you'd be worried too. Oy... what am I saying? Me and her are perfect for one another... She's the fastest thing this side of Bugsyness, the best jumper in Canada, and my favorite of them all. What else am I wishing for? How about a job so I can afford her?

:: The villagers, fleeing in terror of their lives, race for the forest's dense cover, leaving behind their assets and life's works to the beast that came over the mountain, the beast they'd heard of from legends and Tales of Old, from the days of their ancestors long dead. It had to have been what they thought, the vibrant colors, a brilliant display of the message Nature gives to those of exceptional poison or bite; the shadow many times the size of their own village; all that could only make them think that it was what the legends foretold would come should the day of Humanity draw to a close... ::

:: The wise old Shaman, the only one that they waited for, sitting atop his son's back, protected from his death at the Thing of Lore's hand, knew what the beast was, and knew why Humanity instinctively feared them. His line, one of the oldest in the land, had a tale, passed down from generation to generation, and so forth and so on, about these creatures from the North, who had once come South to hatch their young in the mountains where the villagers had set up their small, pathetic towns. The land used to be abundant then, for they controlled the game, they added their immense lifeforce to the forests surrounding them, adding civility to the savage Humans of Old. Behind the eyes of black onyx, there lay a tale waiting for the One that should be told, one that should be shared... The humans feared their guardians, the instinctive fear that one feels for a Power greater than their own. And none were greater than the mighty Beings to the North. And so, with the power of Old Age and Great Wisdom, the old man stopped his terror-stricken son,and craned his neck around to watch the vivid display of colors that the creature exerted, the immediate brightening of the flora about it's clawed feet, the delicate way it picked off only the stragglers and weakened pigs of the village's herd... Natural Selection surely had done its work with this One... A smile lit upon his wizened(sp?) face, as he watched magnificence, his aloof features gone beatific and humble... To the Gods of the North, the humans were none other than sheep- Old friends gone astray.

:: His son's nerves, from having also craned his neck to get a better view of the Fearsome Thing, were now at the breaking point. And, under the immense pressure of the moment, he broke. Starting forward at a dead-out run, he raced for the forest, the old man beating upon his back with arthritic-enfeebled hands, not hurting him, but causing more of an annoyance. With a tale in mind, he let his hands drop, the old man falling from his back, to land upon a dense spray of soft vegetation, the son letting out a scream of anguish, his legs pumping faster and ever faster, to the forest's edge... His people could not possibly crucify him... His father had been eaten right off his back! Was it not best that one had survived? He, the survivor, surely would get a big reunion, for keeping his father alive under such amounts of pressure, for so long! And with this lie in mind, he reached the forest, where his people welcomed him joyously, saddened by the tale he brought, of the creature's wrath wreaked upon the land and his father. ::

:: And so the old man, after the shock of having been dumped by his cowardly child, gave it a shrug, and turned back to watch the creatures antics, as it performed aerial dives and flips to astound the most agile of birds, before landing upon the ground with an ear-shattering scream of mock-anguish, and with a heave of its mighty wings, taking off once again for the comforting solitude of the air... But, where were the others of this race? They were supposed to travel in droves, dozens of them, if not hundreds or thousands. The tales told of whole caves being airborne at one time, the sun blocked out for days of their crossing, night being proclaimed voer all the land by the immense shadows of their bodies... And yet, there was only this one. Surely young it was, the splendor of it's agility evident in the every twist, turn, bob, and weave, that it exhibits. Watch the way it flies over his head, coming so close to his prone form upon the ground, that is makes his hair whip around, anchored by naught but the roots to which he can feel them pulling, wishing to be within the creature's shadow, so great was its influence upon the things, be they flora or fauna, around it- even so much that he should feel able to stand and walk toward it, to dance upon the air as it did so well... ::

:: Bank your wing tips! Bank them! The young creature could not seem to get her flying instructor's voice out of her head, a constant reminder of who she was, and where she was from, the nasal, gravelly voice seeming to constrict the brain within her ears, to ring forever within the mind of his pupil... The sweet taste of pig, pork, she was taught, when eaten, fills her mouth, enticing her to go back for more, though she was satiated to the point of near helplessness. A glance around her surroundings is enough to appease her momentous curiousity, though a smell enters her nostrils, causing them to flutter, flaring to catch the scent better... What could possibly send such a scent of mixed signals? Delicious prey smell, mixed with the otherwise bitter scent of predator... And still yet, the scent of an uncleanly body, as well. Her wings taking on the job of flying, instinctively flapping so that she goes in a straight line, her body an arrow within the confines of the air, she cranes her neck about to catch better a sight of sound, of this elusive beast. There, in the forest, from whence the combination of smells came, and, faintly, from straight below her! ::

:: If this was even a fairly old Dragon of Lore, then they might know of the legends surrounding the two race's history together. But, if not, then there stands a fine chance that they knew not of Humanity at all, sheltered in the valley of their homeland, where they might never need to venture, the stories left to stew in the minds of the Elders, wreaking pain upon their stony features. And here it came, a distinct difference exhibited in the flight of the Dragon, the difference between life and death for the old man... A searching, scenting difference, that had surely come over the adolescent of centuries of age. Prepared for his death within the cavernous maw of the magnificent creature looming above him, he watches, the blood racing wildly through his veins, invigorating his old limbs, the stick-thin figure rising to his feet for one more adventure in the timeless years of his life, memories of his childhood, long forgotten in the recesses of his brain coming to the fore, to display to him their glorious truth... Life, in all its folly and death, is nothing more than what you make of it. ::

:: Taloned feet rip into the ground, gashing open the dense sod of the plains with an earth-shaking revelation of strength and power, the brilliant, almost violently yellow, scaled hide of the dragon rippling, reflecting the sun's beating glare, shining most victoriously in defiance of the harsh, punishing heat of the summer's cruel temperatures. The dark purple wells of iridescent softness, large and doe-like in their sublime innocence, peer into the old man's own, her gaze questioning and clearly curious. A voice of shining silk, soft and though loud enough to shatter ears, is absorbed into the listener's mind, the question she asks blunt, the only questions that animals seem to understand. :: ~What are you, hunter or hunted?~

:: As he thought... She knew naught of the relationship, nor even what Humans were... Lucky dragonlet, lucky girl, he thought.The voice rang within his mind, causing a dull ache to be started right behind his temples, to pound and beat like the drums of a village's traditional gatherings. But, his own voice, strong and confident, rang out in her mind as well, a beacon to the forces within, alerting them of a presence within himself that few knew of, of which her Other sense told her. :: ~We are both, and we are neither, young one. We are Human, the younger brother of your own great race of the North.~

:: And so it came to pass that Lokila, the trickster, the child, came to know of Humans, a tribute to the very minds of Dragon and Human alike. Perhaps this would be the one who would unite the two races once again in the harmony they had once shared? Perhaps. Only time would tell whether wounds of old can be healed by the innocence of youth. But... perhaps. ::

Just for future reference, Reiny= Erik Renaud and Burmy= Erik Burmeister (sp?). Anywho, Yeah. Well, went ice skating today, but didn't actually go ice skating... Yeah, I hurt my knee on Thursday, and jsut didn't want to take the chance of breaking something, like it seems I do ratehr often. Kinda sucked, but I liked hanging out in the Visitor's Box, just chilling. (Literally! Lol)

Softball was fun, I finally got some news from Brennan, who'd been moping all day. Poor boyo... I feel for ya, man! Hope ou feel better about what's happening. Craig *grits teeth* Is going to die. If he'd been been there, Erik and Jeff prolly woulda had to peel my foot from his ass! *growls* That kid will be in serious trouble when i next see him.

Yeah... What about the house going in next to mine? Are they frelling insane? Oy... Oy Vey! I'm not having a very good day. Started out right, ended horribly!