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My version of the story might be from my perspective. I am a Vampire hunter, who came into the area to kill off the vampire populace. They outnumber me, and i interfere a lot in their plans. But I end up killing most of them, and giving that Edward a piece of my mind.

Or not.

I wrote this journal entry.

Take everything you love,
aesthetic love, platonic love, romantic love.
OMG I LUV UR SHOES.

And take it to the edge of some thing rather high.
Rather tall in stature.
One by one, dropping them.

How did we, humans.
Develop the need to…
Love?

And why have we bastardized,
and bastardized
and bastardized
our language.

Love is a hyperbole,
that has lost

all

meaning.

Now could you drop your family,
one by one,
Your record collection,
one by one,
Your best friend,
one by one,
Your current love interest that you claim will be forever,
one by one?

A four letter word,
lie,
invitation to creation,
excuse for erratic behaviour
and most importantly,
emotion that so many of us lost.

It’s on deviantART.

So on friday night I went to bed at one am, and didn’t wake up until about one thirty pm the next day. I was energized and ready to live my life. But I didn’t. Last night, I went to slumber at three am, and forced myself to wake up at ten thirty am. Now why would I do this? It seems pointless, yes.

But I am managing my sleep patterns, so I can sleep well tonight and wake up early enough for for schoolage. I just thought I’d share my master plan with the world.

My first blog will be on the most important event going on in my life currently: the Tartan Theatre production of Alice. I am in the play, and I play a dickload of characters. And I mean, a dickload of characters. My main role is the Caterpillar, you know the hippie opium smoking badass who confuses the shit out of Alice with questions of who she is. That’s me. It’s a really philosophical scene, when you break it down too.

My second character is the lackey. He’s useless, in my opinion. I hand off a letter, and repeat what the footman says. Nothing spectactular, but I’m bound to get a few laughs, that’s for sure. Or at lease I would hope so.

I play Card Five. We are painting the rose bushes when Alice interrupts us, we have a bit of an argument, then a scare. We then become the croquet rings. Blah blah blah.

The play is going to be fucking rad, none the less. So be sure to come out to the school at 6:30 on December fourth. All the cool kids are doing it, and don’t you want to be cool?

Good god damn, is it ever good to be back. Wait for it, wait for it.