Saturday, March 14, 2009
Forever, man.
Because I'm inching closer and closer to my maturity age, my behavior is a little off. I actually beat up this kid twice. It almost felt like it was over nothing. But I don't think it was. He always makes sexual comments to me, I got a little tired of trying to ignore him. So, on the bus, I slammed his head into the window and twisted his wrist the way it's not supposed to go. It obviously didn't teach him a lesson because when I turned around he smacked the center of my back. It didn't hurt, but still. So, again, I turned around quickly and, well, gave him what he deserved. I wasn't thinking, but I placed my foot in his crotch and pushed. That part I could have lived without doing, but it was just a reaction. I couldn't help it. The bus driver didn't see anything, or if she did she didn't say a word to us. She either likes me or is terrified of me. At least I got it into this kids head that I'm not going to tolerate him anymore. Next time I'll do worse to him.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
New Vamps
Monday, January 19, 2009
Pack drama
Candra used to be my best friend. Even before we knew about any of this. Now, just because I choose to listen to my guy instead of to her, she's telling me I will turn out to be nothing. Because I'm able to handle 6 dragons and she obviously isn't, she's going berserk. Icefire came to us not just because she love Ivory, but because Candra couldn't handle her along with her own dragons. Icefire was never truly hers in the first place. Icefire has this free spirit, she belongs to no one. I get that. I respect that because I love her. I love all of them and Candra just sees them as dragons. That's it. Just dragons. It's like if she considered me just a witch or just a werewolf. Not as if she cared about me. Not as if she were my friend. So, yeah. I'm done with Candra for a while. I won't listen to her. Just to Nyx and my instincts. And my dragons. But no one else.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Glasses!?
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Defiant?
The rents are home, I must now go.
Saturday, December 27, 2008
No more numbers
The last time I ever remember feeling this way was...never. It's like nothing I've ever known before. I'm terrified but excited all at the same time.
I think I'm in love. There, I said it. But it's not really...right? I mean, I don't know what he is. I've ever only met him once, and yet I feel a connection between the two of us. My friends sometimes like to call him a vampire. I'll admit, he does has rather long and sharp K9s. But, I can't decide if I'd rather him be human, or a vampire.
Pros and Cons of vampire:
Pros:-no secrets
-can stay on the same page
-understand what each other is going through(more so than humans)
-live forever
-be a strong team(physically as well as mentally)
Cons:-the blood issue
-if get into a fight, bad things could happen(I'd prefer not to think about those, thank you very much)
-might not be able to reproduce with werewolves (:( )
Pros and Cons of human:
Pros: -normal
-get along with others
Cons:-might not understand
-fragile
-shorter life span
-have that strange ability to judge before they get the full story
-the main reason for a "temper tantrum"
-"ignorance is bliss"
I don't think that helped me any. But, maybe I could be wrong. If he were human, maybe he'd get it; maybe, just maybe, he'd believe it. If he's a vampire, the magickal world may or may not accept it. Though they might. But there is that sad-making thought that vampires and werewolves might not be able to reproduce; and I'd eventually like to have a child of my own.
Considering what I know about him so far, I know that he knows I'm a witch, as well. And what's drawn me to him is that, it doesn't seem to matter to him. See, if he's a vampire, I'd expect that reaction. But if he's a human...I'm rather impressed. No one's ever thought that way of us before. They assume it's something evil when, a lot of the time, it's not. Right now, I don't know if I care if he's a human or a vampire. His personality came sort of more.. vibrantly? the night I met him. So, no, I really don't think I care what he is. As long as he's mine; it won't ever matter.
