To those who can guess at my game,
Send me a word right to my name,
A game for fun and not in spite,
Though annoyance is in sight.
This verse, this one, is at an end,
My secret, now, I shall defend,
But now I do bestow a clue,
To men and ladies like as you.
A man without inspired question,
To whom I give a good suggestion,
I to I and thee to thee,
Alone now do I wish to be.
A fragment gone, a clause has died,
Rules of the game have been defied,
You are gone, though yet remain,
To make me cringe; to bring me pain.
And so now does the game go on,
With hints of deeds better forgone,
In the future to reside,
A trade without a skill applied.
To you do I present this clue,
Cryptic though it seems to you,
I dare thee, give it thy best shot,
Win a prize... then maybe not!
[NightHawk] Falconis
*ranting time*
Eat shit, world! Okay, look, people, see me? Do you see? FUCKING LOOK AT ME! That's better. Now, stop looking at my face, and see the person BEHIND the face. Thank you. Now I can properly chew you the fuck out. Now's a REALLY stressful tie, and I"m not a stress-able person, okay? But see, I"m leaving for the year, going to another country, halfway across the world. As if that weren't hard enough, nothing seems to be going my way right now, so the little thins REALLY bother the shit out of me at the moment, so forgive me if this sounds a little immature.
So I was on vacation for a week, had a GREAT time and all, right? I wrote about 50 pages more on my novel, which I won't say the title of yet in case some bitch out there decides to steal it. Which WILL happen, if my crappy luck holds. So I had fun and relaxed, had good food and enjoyed the weather, especially the rain.
Then I come home, all happy and ready to have more fun before I leave for Switzerland, and I forgot that at home, everything goes wrong. First, I come home, and my message box is filled with annoying little girls like, "ur hott" and shit like that. They weren't even typing in fucking ENGLISH, it was that bad. So I figure, give 'em the good, usual warning, tell 'em to talk right or piss off, right? Well, so I do that, and all's good. The world is now a better place.
Then I get on AOL IM, to chat with friends, figuring that now that the world is happy, I can have a good time. Then I find out that my best friend got in a car addicent on Friday that could have been lethal, and except for tomorrow, I'm not going to be able to see him for the next 12 months. Then, after August rolls around, I'm not going to see anyone from around here for 11 more months.
So, that's bad, right? Right? Good, so here's where the little things start to nibble away at what's left of my sanity, because the program that's sending me to Switzerland is like, "Bwahu, buhu, you didn't send us this letter back, and now we hate you. You better be good over here, buhu buhu," and I"m like, WHAT THE FUCK? I sent them the damn thing LAST MONTH!
So that pissed me off, now they don't like me anymore. Fuck you, world, eat shit.
Then we come to the part that I already told you about, those people who see me and get all moist and are like, "Ooo, u cewt!" And I'm like, "So? Does that make any difference to me? You're probably a thousad years younger than I am, or you live like, in New Zealand." But the part that REALLY pisses me off is that they're taking me at face value... ("face" value, get it? haha... NOT!) I don't care what I look like, in fact I;d rather look like shit than be attractive, because I HATE drawing attention to my appearance.
So... now that I'm feeling a lot better already AND I've run out of steam, I guess my point is... if you're gonna compliment me, PLEASE don't say in your FIRST ENCOUNTER with me things like, "u r cewt" and shit like that. And speak PROPER FUCKING ENGLISH. And talk to me about things that I've done, perhaps, or something funny htat happened on your way to work, but STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY FACE. Thank you. All proceeds go to the Bucket of Fuck (R) campaign.
Oh, wonderful! It's just one clod of shit after another! It must seriously be two-for-one day or something here, because now another of my friends doesn't want to talk to me anymore! Could life be any better? *sarcastic* I'm almost too overjoyed to write a facetious diary about this... >:Z
*is frustrated* ... ... ... okay, breathe in, breathe out... *growl* NightHawk is rather pissed today... ... I just got turned down for the third time in a week while trying to find a prom date... cause i'm NOT going alone, i'm not that much of a loser, and everyone I know WANTS me to go, but nobody wants to go WITH me. Good gods, how can someone like me, who, for all I know, is somewhat popular and likeable online be so... so blah in the real world?!?! I don't act any differently, as far as I can tell! So what the hell is wrong?!? Two of those three didn't even have prom dates OR boyfriends!!!! *snarl* I'm going to pull a real NightHawk here soon if someone doesn't stop me... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... *sigh*
Ummm... so yeah... I'm kinda confused as to what I should do about this... this could turn out to be quite entertaining if I make a fool of these unnamed persons... random thoughts to self *sweatdrop* don't you worry about a thing now, dear! Ehhh...
"I... I am at the end of Everything. I am that which shall consume Time when the end of Everything approaches. To all those that have walked these mortal planes before me I am Eternal Judgement. I am the End of Time itself."
-random saying I cooked up in myhead
Whatcha' gonna do?
Hey, so I think there's a girl I know who likes me... but I'm really not interested in her. What do I do if she makes advances or something else undesired... which would nothing short of advances... *shrugs apologetically
Yeah, so I'm bored. Bored, bored, bored, bored, bored. I mean, yeah, I've got stuff to do here and all, but... well, only a few people are on. So I'll just start writing random stuff here...
I'm walking in shadow
Arms of darkness reaching out
My skin blackened by the touch of night
Shades of confusion over my face
jaja, interesting, just made that up now! :):):) hmmm... oo, more messages... bubye!
Okay, so the Bronze Age sucked big time royal balls... now we're playing curent year Iterra (The year is AC ((After Cataclysm)) G19985) and everything's normal... well, at least as normal as a D&D campaign gets, since one of the characters only exists at night, and the other is a pot-smoking priest... much amusement!
Ugh... we couldn't get together for D&D after all yesterday. But, our mutual friend Evan is going to come Sunday, and we'll all have a great time! Even is soooo hilarious, we can't go for 30 seconds without a burst of laughter, mostly because of his new "D&D herbal remedies." He's got things like "Birthnot," a contraceptive, "Burdock," which cures syphillis, and a whole bunch more of those and good jokes! Almost finished with the sketch of Leara... Need to scan it to my computer and enlarge her head like, 125% or so... looks like some gypsy group got to her and performed their shrunken head rituals... LOL
Yeah, so school sucks. But anyway, today I finally get back in touch with my friend, and we're finally gonna continue our Forgotten Realms D&D Campaign, wihich we haven't played for... 3 weeks????!!!! Oh, yeah, this'll be fun! NEway, Leara and I are hanging out at The Moonlit field and Star Lake right now... she's pretty cool, but I'd betternot make her angry, or she'll have that staff of hers somewhere that I don't want it in a jiffy!!!!