Ach, time for a new rant. This one, however, is different, not about Bush, not about family matters, not about the latest booger I pulled from my nose that was three sizes too small. Though I don't remember ever mentioning that before. Correst me if I'm wrong.

This one is a little about Elftown. However, it's not about the site, but about some of the people and the policies here.

For some of you, this part may be old news, but for others (like, member numbers 60,000+) it may be new. When I first signed on to Elftown, it was very small. I made it grow to 4080 people the moment I signed up. There were a bunch of community wikis and people to chat with, and I quickly integrated myself into a few different groups of people. The funny thing was, I didn't know anyone who was an asshole, or who was overly childish at the time.

Time marched on as it is so often wont to do, and Eftown grew... and grew... and grew...

I look at it now with over 100,000 members and around 30,000 active members, and I go, "Jeez, what was wrong with just a couple thousand people?"

Okay, okay, call me a Nazi, call me a xenophobe, call be an ass, I don't care, but I've kind of always been a fan of the original idea of Elftown: a community for Elfwood writers and artists, and more and more often I find that I wish it ha stayed that way. On the downside, there are MANY, many people here that I would never have met if that rule had truly been implemented. I'd say that about 75% of the cool people I've met here would still be strangers to me. But on the other hand, there isn't one Elftown Asshole here that I know personally (i.e. there may be some I do not know, or course!) who is also an Elfwood artist or writer.

And I find that Elftown and its more serious, hardcore participants sometimes suffer the annoyances of these people who come here, sign up with a name like "~~69SexyBabe69~~" or something (if that's your login, then it is mere coincidence) and do nothing but message people with things like, "do u wnt 2 cYbEr w/ me?im $eXXy ya?" Or others who also refuse to speak in proper English. 7334, people, is NOT a real language. I'm sure you feel special because not many people can decode your 3rd-grade writing, but I CAN, but I still wish you'd stop. Better yet, go transform into a bunch of lemmings and run off a cliff, because we don't need illiterate pea-brains like you, hear? Your stupidity is interfering with my meditations, you useless waste of air.

Now, I've sidetracked and sidetracked, and gone off into tangents on those. But my point is, why isn't there a rule here about stupidity in general. Elftown is NOT a cybering site, it's not a site to flood my inbox with annoying messages, and it's not the place to totally bash other people ALL THE TIME. I've seen hundreds of peoples' houses where they totally bash on one particular group of people. We have wiki-wars between opposing people, like the fuck-brained pro-lifers and the equally fuck-brained pro-choicers. The place is turning quickly into the Bush Administration, and that is NOT a good thing, people!!!

I have to say that I don't find it enjoyable to go to someone's house page and see them bashing people for no reason, particularly when I fit into one of their "stereotypes." We've got anti-gays (not targeting me), anti-atheists (targeting me), anti-shits-too-far-to-the-left-side (???), etc, etc. I've even fun into at least a hundred dickheads who are anti-inexperience. That earns a real big, WTF???. People saying how dumb someone is just because they're still learning how to do something! What is this? Are you really that dumb, or did they squirt CoolWhip into your head at the baby factory? Because, now, correct me if I'm wrong, but at some point in your life, before you were an almighty expert at your trade (mostly GAMING, you fuckers), you were also new at whatever skill it is that you now take for granted.

So my big question is: why can't we get rid of some of these fuckers and send them to hell so we don't have to be bothered by them? I know, some people are going to whine to me about being the Hitler of the Internet, but step back and take a look at about 70% of all the members here--the ones who are active, even. Most of them don't even belong in a fantasy-based site. Because isn't that what Elftown was originally intended to be? We're fantasy-based, and we've got people coming here and clogging my inbox with "wanna cyber? im 12 and sexxxyo ~wink~" ; people with no desire to actually do anything involved with Elftown's theme.

Well, I'm not ET administration, and I'm not even in fact a very well-known member, so I'll shut my mouth and continue building funds for a server computer and broadband of my own. Or maybe I'll just join an otherkin IRC channel and pretend like I belong. But to all you people who are here just because half your middle school is and who have no real interest in fantasy art or writing, I extand a heartfelt, "Fuck you with a burning log. Welcome to Hell."

So, like I promised, here's rant #2. This one's not about stuff happening in Switzerland, but about what's going on in the US.

I've been listening to RantRadio and checking the news and all sorts of shit, and I just wanna know, WHY DID A COMPLETE FUCK-BRAIN LIKE GEORGE W. BUSH GET ELECTED INTO OFFICE?????? Okay, seriously, the guy has trouble saying words more complex than "pretzel," and funny thing is, he was almost defeated by one of those. But here's my scoop on it: King Bush. That's all there is to it. Give him whatever name you want, he's the king, the emperor, the dictator, whatever the fuck you want to call him. In case there are any morons out there who believe everything they hear on ABC and FOX news, here's a little news for you, especially about the elections. This little tidbit of information might interest some other people as well. I find it quite strange that Bush won the popular vote when in almost all of the election centers, the exit poll had numbers of people voting for Kerry that vastly surpassed the number of people who voted for bush. Sound a little strange to you? Second of all, some of the voting machines had "problems," which, in the Republican Dictionary, means "tricks."
In many of the states that Bush won, the voting machines were found to have numbers like -1,000,000 votes for Kerry, or other strange numbers. Some of them refused to even output any votes for Kerry at all. But why didn't any of them get strange input values for Bush? BECAUSE HE TOLD THEM TO PROGRAM THEM FOR HIM!
Okay, seriously, if there is anyone here who is still a Bush supporter, then seriously, get offline, never come back, and do us all a favor and go stuff an ice pick in your eye socket. Because we're on the road to Nazi Germany here, folks. George Bush keeps making new laws: being gay is illegal, democrats can't do this, liberals can't do that. He's even made his own international law that states that after 9/11, we will attack countries before they can get us. All evil countries must be brought to their knees. Do you know what that means? That means that all Bush has to do is say, "Oh, you're evil," and he sends his army out to pillage and destroy.
The obvious question is, "Who's next?" But my question is, "Why hasn't anyone stepped up and stopped this fucker?" Seriously, I don't know anyone who supports Bush, I really don't, and we ALL want to go and evict him from the White House. In fact, before Bush remedied this threat to his position, there was a statement in the Constitution that says that we "have the right to rise up in arms against a corrupt president." WHY HASN'T ANYONE DONE ANYTHING???

Okay, I was at school the other day, and this girl from my Rotary club comes up to me and shows me this cut-out from the paper. It has a map of North America, but instead of USA and Canada it has "The United States of Canada" in blue, which is Canada and the democratic states in blue, and then below it, colored in green, is "Jesusland." It sounds funny, but the sad thing is, it's true! It's utterly true! King Bush only got back in office because he went out there and pulled the hoods over all those Christians, saying that God wanted him in office, and guess what, the dumbfucks that they are, they went out and they VOTED FOR HIM. These are the people who need to be put together in a field and filled with bullets UNTIL THEY ARE DEAD.

And what's with this war on terror? I know I'm just the thousandth person you've heard say this, but THERE IS NO TERROR. The only terrorist here is in the White House, making our laws and rasing our taxes. Okay, so we had a couple of planes zooming around and blowing shit up, and then we went and bombed their asses apart, and that was okay. But then where did Iraq come from in this spiel? Well? He was like, "Um, Iraq, we know you have weapons of mass destruction." Then, even after they were told there were none, he was like, "Well, we think you have weapons of mass destruction. Hell, you thwarted my daddy ten years back, and that's all the reason I need to bomb your asses." So he went and did it. Then it was, "Well, we'll find them sometime. We know they're here." And in the meantime, Korea's in te background going, "Ah, excuse me, but WE have weapons of mass destruction." And Bush isn't listening. "Well, we thought you had weapons of mass destruction, where are they?" And Korea's like, "Helloooo? WE HAVE NUCLEAR WEAPONS." And Bush is like, "Okay, well, we thought you had weapons of mass destruction. You don't, bu we destoyed your government, so we'll do th work for you, and oh, whaddaya know, you've got a bunch of oil you can give us in repayment for capturing that lying bastard, eh?" And Korea's finally giving up, you know, "Well. We've got weapons of mass destruction. But nobody's listening. Hmm... let's crack open a beer and get a party going in the meantime."

Does anybody see anything wrong in this picture? --Actually, I should ask, "Does anybody NOT see anything wrong with this picture."

Okay, this one I got just recently, folks. Apparently, the Attorney General just like, bashed the Supreme Court Judges when they disagreed with Bush's thoughts on the handling of prisoners in the War on Oil. I mean, Terror.

This second one I got just afterwards. An order from the White House (aka King Bush) has declared that the US is going to "purge the Central Intelligence Agency of all agents disloyal to the president." Basically, anyone in the CIA who has ever spoken against the Bush OR is a democrat, is being fired from the CIA. So now not only does he have an army working solely under his command, but he also has an investigation team devoted to none other.

Just you watch, come 2008, when the elections are about to begin, he'll start playing with his alert level again, and I'll be damned if it doesn't go to like, double-rainbow: uber-emergency. "Get your children inside and make sure you vote for me. We are in such a state of terror and emergency that there is nobody else who can handle the situation. Out of my concern for the country I am offering myself as a candidate for the next election. Vote for me or we're all gonna die." Stupid redneck. Anyway, I'm done with this one. I've vented enough, at least for today.

This here is kinda just a dump from what I had previ usly in my bio:


NightHawk first arrived at ET in the Castle of Valhalla (unknown version number) but soon ventured into town and arrived at the Elven Temple Airitane_27_02_03, where he met Leara and Sotalean for the first time. After their meeting, he returned to his room in the castle.
The next day, he met with Anathoth, who overrode his plans to speak further with the two females. The two of them fought in a battle that shall live forever in memory as the day NightHawk was first hit during a battle AnathothvsNightHawk.
NightHawk went and created his home after the battle and invited Anathoth to NightHawk's Home in the Trees for a chat, after which he also invited Leara on a bit of a date at NightHawk and Leara's Date.
Later, he returned to the temple, and he and Leara flirted contentedly for a while before they met Anathoth again.
Soon after, Anathoth invaded Leara's Room (unknown version number), where she realized her feelings for the raven-haired elf rather than the white-haired elf.
NightHawk confronted Anathoth in his own home later, revealing his true power--and only a taste of it at that NightHawk's Training Grounds (scroll down until after his time with Wild-Sabre), where Leara accidentally interfered with his powers, almost killing him. She nursed him back to health, and they parted for a time.
Then they were called on a mission by [Magus Ferox], which was to retrieve an item, the Endless Rain, from another plane of existence, so that they could seal up the malign entity that was called Venetsalath, into Anathoth's body.
From NightHawk's Magic Emporium (go to the earliest cleanup), they ventured to Cape Girardeau, where the two of them were almost killed by a train.
After terrorizing the locals, a young boy, later identified under the alias "Anathoth," rescued them from local officials and traveled with them for a short while, during which they met up with [Greve].
Entering a tavern called Death, they became separated in the hustle and bustle. Leara is abducted by the "real" Anathoth and is bound to him with intangible chains before he releases her to join the others again.
Jennifer, a woman the meet in the bar, takes them to her place, Thalamus, to recuperate and to speak with them. Seh does know where the Endless Rain is, and she takes them all to see Altimus at the Chamber of Secrets (go to page version # 150).
Altimus does not give up the sword so easily, however, and they fight him for it. Venetsalath (in Anathoth's form) appears in the midst of all this, and they stop him in his tracks by stoppping time for him.
They all decide to try and dive into Venetsalath's Soul to see if Anathoth can be found there, but they find only tattered remains and contaminated thoughts that Venetsalath forces into their minds.
After finding out where Leara's true feelings lie, NightHawk reatreats to NightHawk's Room to grieve.
But then, his real wife, whom he had thought to be dead, returned to his side. After convincing him that she really was who she said she was, they went on adventures together with love as their bond.

September 5, 2004:
Okay, sorry but I have to vent, because NOW I'm pissed...

So, for all of you who may not know or perhaps have forgotten, I am currently in Switzerland (but 5 minutes after you read this try to remember where I am--I bet you'll say Sweden!). I've been here away from my family in the USA for a month, and will be here for another 10-11 months more.

Now I know that it's natural for me to be having problems and feeling pissed at this point in time; I've been forewarned on several occasions, but this is MY way of dealing with it, so there.

First off, I got here and we were all (my host family and I) like, "Whoo-hoo, you're in Switzerland! Yay!" for like a week. Um, now they're like, "Why are you hanging around here? You have free transportation and you're not doing a whole lot." Well, first I'm freaking tired and am trying not to swear right now. Don't ask me why. I don't know. Second is that I'd LOVE to go somewhere, but NOBODY wants to COME with ME. Well, I can't blame my host mother; she has a tough time working to pay the bills and stuff, and my little host brother has lots of school and other responsibilities. Once again, though, it's the little (and sometimes COSTLY) things that are adding up to critical mass again. My older host brother is now done with school and has pretty much nothing to do but hang with his girlfriend and stuff, and that's cool. But when he's not doing anything terribly important and I want to do SOMETHING and talk to SOMEBODY, he seems to be busy. Like for the past two weeks, he's been wanting to buy these SD cards for his digital camera, but they're terribly expensive here, so I offered to have my dad order them and a few things that I need and send them all in a care package (if I don't forget, I'll get to that later). But every day it's, "Oh, I'm busy making my millionth hiphop CD and graffiti. Let's do it tomorrow." And it's difficult to order stuff online when this little PPC I'm using doesn't support the websites and I can't use his computer. And there are things I REALLY could use. My rollerblades, for one, since I have to get myself places w/o a car, and my feet aren't all that fast long-distance, and it's a pain to have to lock up the bike wherever I go, but rollerbades are fast AND allowed pretty much EVERYWHERE.  The second thing is that my awesome little, fold-up keyboard broke yesterday, so I'm writing all this by tapping on this ridiculous little screen. I'm fast at it, but it's lagging right now and if I miss the spacebar by too much, it clears EVERYTHING I write, which is why I'm using Pocket Word to write all this. So that's annoying. Not to mention that I'm covered in bug bites, because these people live with doors and windows OPEN with NO SCREENS, and they adamantly refuse to believe that mosquitos and spiders bite even as I look at a mosquito full of NightHawk juices, and by the way, yes that spider DOES think I'd make a nice meal. A little bony perhaps, but hey, who can complain about a free, warm meal, right?

The second thing is back to the part with going places. They're like, "Well, why don't you go with somebody you met at the language school?" Well, I would, but first I have to meet them, and we all live more than an hour apart by averaging wait times for trains and buses and stuff. By car, it'd be about a half-hour at most. So we could meet for lunch but that's about it. Second, nobody seems to be home, or else I haven't figured out the damn phone. Whatever happened to the ones where you can pick it up, hear the dial tone, and just dial??? This phone has more keys (yeah, buttons, I know) than a fucking (see, I knew I couldn't do it) PIANO.

So everyone is expecting quite a bit too much from your friendly neighborhood American who only speaks mediocre German at best. I'm not really used to going places that I want to by myself just to see things. I'm a stay-at-home person... Like, people go to see neat houses and I get dragged along, and while it might be slightly interesting, I'd much rather be curled up on a couch with a mug of warm tea (or a Coke in summer), writing my novel, about characters that I know better than I will ever know myself... All that and I'm used to being alone, but maybe that part of me is fading into the past, I don't know. I've reached that part in life when you realize that, oh, by the way, the world is NOT your own little eggshell, and YES, you are expected to do something useful now. I'm starting to think seriously about what I'm going to do with my life (and of course I start thinking about this FAR from where I belong), doing all those adult calculations that just last year I laughed at.

I can tell that this is going to be MUCH longer. If you've read this far, congratulations, but Kansas is still a LONG way from here... And I'm running low on battery power... Oh, well... We'll see how far this takes us, hm?

I mean, what happened to the safe little world that American schools craft for us? Life's a bitch; why aren't we taught that little bit of information? I can tell you all three angle measurements and side lengths of any triangle, but have learned little truly applicable information. What we SHOULD be learning is how to survive; we need to know that the world is not a soft landing BEFORE we jump. Sure, they all tell us, "Yes, the world is a difficult place." But that doesn't help to deal with it. Where's Honors Deal With It Level 3 and AP Take Over the World? I mean, THOSE are important classes. Emotions Ed would be handy, too.

Ah, fuck it, I should just break down now...

But I seem to have forgotten how to cry. I'm here, me against the world, with no allies at my side, and I'm expected to know how to live right out of high school. That's a CONTROLLED ENVIRONMENT, folks. You don't learn that there. I feel some emotions, mostly Annoyance and Anger, but when I'm comfortable and content I can be Happy and Humorous (or should that be Humored?). But even when I know I should be sad, I can't even see Sadness on the horizon. "Boys don't cry," they say. Well, fuck them with a rocket launcher. I haven't had a good cry in at least seven years, though I want to. Last month, when my friend was in the rollover accident, I wanted to cry with relief that he was all right, but even then I couldn't.

I think that, I know that crying won't solve much. But it would be nice to cry with someone I loved, I guess. I wouldn't know, though, since I've been by self all my life. Does that make me lonely? Probably; if longing for companionship is what the game's all about, then yes, you could say I suffer from a SLIGHTLY mortal case of loneliness. But does that make me desperate? Hell, no. I have a gut feeling that when I meet the right person, I'll know I can stop being a loner, and my gut feelings have always been right so far, but who knows? Maybe I won't know until it's too late, or maybe I'll find the wrong person.

Hang on, I need to switch to my other battery, the friggin' huge, nuclear power battery (okay, it's lithium-ion. So sue me.)

Ah, fresh battery and no more lag... Now where was I? I dearly hope I haven't run out of things to say, not just yet. I think that, by laying myself bare, even before people whom I may have never met, I may better come to terms with myself and my revelations which, while not so profound, I believe are understandable. I mean, like I've said, I'm at that junction in the road where it splits into a million different paths and have only now realized that I'm traveling on VERY LONG, ONE-WAY road. The only way things will get better is if I make them better, which is one of my true but not-so-profound realizations that people usually make before I do. So I'm a bit slow at figuring these important things out. I have a different set of priorities, so kiss my ass. Fun should ALWAYS come before work, if any.

I think the only thing going for me is that I met a nice person today. Yes, she's a she, but not what half of you are thinking. Actually, I get along a lot better with women, maybe because I have no passion for aggression and competition that most other human males have. She's from around the Zürick area and made my day about twenty times better, just because I had someone to talk to who seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say, and she had things to say in which I was interested. That, and school (real school, not that crappy language course I took for three weeks) starts tomorrow. Normally, I'd be nonplussed, but I can at least meet some interesting people. Of course, if luck bitch-slaps me again, I'll still be nonplussed, but my good ol' gut doesn't sense anything bad coming tomorrow *gurgle* (shhh, quiet, I'll feed you soon). But crappersnaps, I spilled chocolate ice cream on my pants and--nevermind. The laundry is finally done, so now I have some jeans to wear. Unexciti, but--crap, where's my other pair? I bet they've been shipped to the wrong room. Bah, I'll get 'em from my little host bro tomorrow.

Well, after all that, I think I'm feeling a little better now, at least. Gotta get some things de for tomorrow, and it's like, 9:40 pm now. Oh well. But if you ACTUALLY read this whole thing, then here's a cookie. Hmm, maybe that's not enough. Here, have an apple pie...

Let the games go on!

"Feel my wrath and taste my fire,
As I spit flames from my gold lyre!"

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* It's 12:21 gimme a break I can't think straight and I see two computer screens in front of me... there's only supposed to be one.

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!!!!