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Hungry.......
2004-01-23 00:56:07
You know, now that I've started to wrestle, as much as I actually enjoy the sport (and no it isn't the grappling of other men in places that normally would be considered inappropriate) I've also kinda come to hate it. I have a passion for food. I'm not fat, not even close to it, but dear lord do I like food. Only a wrestler who has to maintain weight can possibly understand the feeling of watching some great huge ice cream sundae or a bacon cheeseburger walk right on by, and not be able to do a thing about it except go home and cry and curse yourself for ever doing something so stupid. Aside from the hunger thing though, wrestling is actually pretty fun, I love sports so I get a huge kick out of the 1v1 thing. But onto my day. I get the feeling that I'm drifting away from a lot of people. Well, people I was close to. I talk to a lot more people now than ever before, but I feel kinda lonely at times, I don't have many friends that want to go do hang out or do anything anymore. Maybe that is because I'm just too busy to notice though. Well as soon as my work load lightens, I'm gonna do something about it. As for now though, I've got HW and another chapter to write in my story. Chapter 2 And the Trouble Starts... "Hey Kel, hurry up and get over here, these boards won't just get up and move themselves ya know," ordered Zane, "we need that fort done as soon as possible." Zane was Kel's closest friend. The boys were so alike that some even said their countenances were remarkably similar. Regardless, the two had always been together and never did anything without the other unless it could not be helped. They were as close as two friends could be.
"Why," questioned Kel, "it's not like we are going to be invaded by some crazy warlord and the Holder boys would think twice about following us back into our woods after we pull this off." The Holder's were a prominant family that owned a sizable ranch. Mark Holder, the father, was a shrewd business man with a mind to make money. The ranch had only grown under his supervision as had its herds. Several hundred head of cattle and one hundred horses made up Mr. Holder's stock. However, there were three horses that he prized in a particular. One, a brilliant white stallion, white as the light of Heaven itself. Another, a sleek brown Don of supposedly famous lineage. And finally, a Mustang, black as night and the private horse of Mr. Holder himself.
The "fort" that the boys were building was more of a stable, for they intended to steal the horses. Normally Kel wasn't up for this sort of thing. But Mr. Holder also had a reputation as a self righteous ignorant man who only had contempt for those he considered beneath him. This included Kel's family.
"This will show that snob of a Holder not to make judgements on people he hardly even knows," muttered Kel.
"Yeah, it is about time somebody showed him that he isn't all high and mighty," agreed Zane. "This will make him think twice of insulting anyone."
"I can't wait to see the look on his face when we ride off with his beauties, that will be well worth any trouble we might get into," Kel added.
"Hey, who says we will get into any trouble," replied Zane, "He won't see anything but our dust as we ride off."
The boys laughed at this and proceeded to build their fort/stable in earnest. Their, what they assumed would be a legendary heist, would be performed right as Mr. Holder and family were returning from the Coming of Autumn Festival. Hopefully, all those who attended would be so near incapacitation that to form any sort of pursuit would take much more thought than they were capable of. They would only be able to watch as the prized horses of the Holder's were ridden off into the night.
It was daring, gallant, and foolproof as far as the boys were concerned. Three nights hence, as the Holders attended the festival, Kel and Zane would become local legends and strike a blow against a man they considered evil. Three nights........
And that is Chapter 2. Hope you guys are enjoying this so far, as I said before feel free to comment anytime you want, I want to take more time on this, but if I didn't do it on my journal I wouldn't do it at all so this will be considered a rough draft. Anyway, gtg to bed now. Take it easy everyone, peace. -
Starting the book today
2004-01-21 01:27:26
Well today I get to start my book seeing how this is my next entry. I'm sure you are all looking forward to it. ;) well probably not, but hopefully as I progress it will actually begin to interest some of you out there. Btw please get all of your friends to come read it if you would all be so kind. The more people that read it the better. And feel free to email me with comments and ideas, a writer always needs input, whether they admit or not. But first, my day. School was a little more uneventful than normal. Nothing terribly harsh in any of my classes. Had a test in Anatomy and Physiology, my least favorite class. This is the teacher's first actual year teaching. She is straight out of college. Which means my comrades and I are her guine pigs. Not a very uplifting thought. But I should pass with a high B which will be good on the grade so I can't complain. And now since I have nothing new to mention. The start of my story (It is a fantasy btw). Chapter 1 The Dreamer
It was a suprisingly warm day in autumn. Summer's end was approaching, but with obvious reluctance. Although the days were beginning to shorten and the mornings were becoming colder, the days itself were just as sunny and bright as ever. It was perfect weather in young Kel's mind (Lol my story, I can do this). The kind of weather in which one could enjoy a cup of hot cocoa in the morning, but still go swimming in the lake during the day or lay in the shade of a tree daydreaming about anything at all.
Kel Trueheart was the youngest son in a family of three children. The eldest son, Bryan, had just joined the army of Tryst. Tryst was a powerful nation on the northwestern coast of Derselon. The second eldest, Syra, had a very lovely voice and was just starting to sing in the local inn on the weekends. Her mother had no doubt that she would be a famous singer someday.
Kel on the other hand, was the rogue of the litter. He wasn't as dedicated or as organized as Bryan, and he didn't have the social graces that his sister had been blessed with. Thus, Kel spent most of his time away from home, often alone, but not always. He had several friends that were very close due to mutual interests and like personalities. They spent their days wandering in the forests near the town, roaming the fields of nearby farmlands in the middle of the night, playing pranks on drunks stumbling home from the taverns, and just doing whatever they wished when the mood took them.
Life was just wonderful. Sadly, nobody could have forseen the tragedy that was in store for this little town or the effects it would have on its inhabitants. It would be a day that Kel remembered until his death, as the day that forever changed him from a bright eyed easy going young man, into a steely eyed cold hearted man. And finally into a hero. (That is chapter one so far, I might add more depending on input if I get any or my own whims, for now its good night everyone) - Boring Monday 2004-01-20 00:32:49 Today was yet another boring monday. Oh and get this people I can't believe this crap. My school district wanted to make all the kids and teachers come to school today of all days, because we missed a few days because of snow. A NATIONAL FREAKIN HOLIDAY, and an EXTREMELY important one at that, and they wanted to make it a school day because we MISSED THREE because of snow. Just THREE. Oh but it gets better, President's day, we do have school. I want to just throttle my schoolboard right now, but I shouldn't say such things. People get arrested for it in other countries. On to my boring day. I had wrestling practice at 8 in the morning. Getting up at 8 on a holiday is definately a trillion times worse than getting up at 6 on a normal day for morning run. Got home from that, showred, ate and then started playing Halo. Its an old game, but still lots of fun. I was playing the library level, which in my opinion is the gayest level in that game. Got bored of that, got on the comp, checked the threads, played some DoD. Nothing special. Basically I've been working on an english paper, and playing DoD since then. Lately I've been bored writing these everyday journal about my day, so from now on, I am going to start writing a book and putting it on the end of all my journals, that way in case anyone gets bored reading my everyday mumbo jumbo, maybe I can interest you with a story instead. (I've always wanted to write a book, now maybe since some people actually do read my journal from time to time, I'll stick with it) Now it's bed time though, so the beginning will have to wait for my next entry.
- Soccer and The Lady 2004-01-18 23:02:00 Today I had a soccer game. Indoor obviously. My team was ranked second in our league and we went into the championship game. And we lost.....:( I was not happy. I'm the keeper too (goalie for you non soccer people) and it REALLY gets to you when you lose because you always blame yourself. We lost by one, 6-5, and three of those goals weren't actually scored on me. I came out to actually play on the field a little bit because the guys were slackin. Which happens sometimes, but I suppose can't be helped. It was an ok game too. Could have been better, both teams played a lil dirty and the ref was just kinda off in his own world. All in all it just amounts to another learning experience. Hopefully in our next season which is comin up soon, we will actually take the championship. I'd really really like that. I even had some friends come watch me too, I was bragging how we were totally going to stomp them, then we didn't. Big punch in the face to my ego. But they said that it was hella fun to watch and they didn't really care that we had lost because they had a good time. Then after the game we went and had lunch with some of my friends on the team. We ate at Red Robbin. I love that place. I shared a nacho with one of the girls that came with. After that, I came home where I currently am. Doing AP Chem and this. On a side note the girl that I have talked about previously keeps signing on MSN with strange sign in names that sometimes I think are directed toward me because they are kinda mean, but then again she hasn't even been talking to me and I haven't talked to any of her friends so I'm not so sure. But hey, people have been lying to her about me already, why stop now eh? Her name is "How could you do something so low? I thought I was safe with you, I thought I could trust you.......I couldn't have been more wrong" Any thoughts on this one peoples? Some girls just confuse me, I get along fine with the vast majority of women I know, but there are those select few that just don't think like the girls I know. It totally makes interaction difficult. Well I'm done for now, dinner is sounding pretty good right about now. Peace.
- 2004-01-15 23:01:07 Well today was a better day for once in my rather depressing life. I'm sure everyone goes through it though so bear with me people. School as usual was pointless to me, learning about things I already know or will have no use for does become rather tedious. Only one more year though, and even less than that if I can get into summer school to do some AP classes I want out of the way. Btw if anyone does know about how I could go about doing that I'd appreciate some help, my school counselor is all but helpful. I had a wrestling match today, which was fun. I totally stomped the kid I wrestled, 14 - 1. It felt good to just unleash my fury at some hapless individual. Now I'm really tired though, but I still have school work to do. AP chemistry and pre-cal are no fun. Although I bet some of the stuff you other people have to deal with is a thousand times harder, I still don't have to enjoy it. Still no luck with that girl, she doesn't seem to even really care that she is hurting me like no other person ever could, which I suppose is how it always goes. You find someone you really really like, and more often than not, they never return the feeling. Maybe I should just forget about having a relationship, life would be easier without a girl to look after and in the words of far too many women, "You are a great guy, just not the one for me." Being a cold, dispassionate, love empty person can't be all that bad. I hope.
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