Well, I finally have something to blog about. To bad it’s really tragic.
Monty, my puppers, died. My dad had taken him camping with him, and he drowned. Don’t really know how it happened. My dad wasn’t doing so well over the phone. Kinda weird hearing someone who’s always been so iron willed being so sad.
I’m so sad right now, you don’t even know.
A while ago, in an RP with Stephanie, I posted this little peom thing. It’s what I’m submitting in my Creative Writing class, so tell me what ya’ll think.
The tales of old have told a place,
of which there is no heart.
A land where no man dares to pace,
‘tis where this story’s start.
The ghostly grounds of My’zarak,
the secret land of death.
The ashen grounds of My’zarak,
the land that claims the breath.
A man by name of Ulland Rahl
did come to this land’s shore.
This dire choice he’d wish recall,
there none had lived before.
‘Land this ship then search for treasure,’
was the man’s desire.
An easy walk, a thing of leisure;
the prize he would acquire.
He set his foot upon the ground,
and felt the chill of death.
A wheezing, windedness he found,
‘The land that claims the breath’.
Met with a forest, dark and dank
the trees looked twisted more.
The windless air was stale but rank,
like thoughtless tales of yore.
A darkness ‘crept down from the trees
and came upon the man.
This cloud of death smelt of disease,
then Ulland’s fears began.
A dragon, born from death and hate,
emerged from tainted zone.
No scales or skin or life did trait,
instead a beast of bone.
It made no sound, though thought emit,
into Sir Ulland’s mind.
A chilling score of words and wit,
and thoughts of other kind.
“Be gone,” began the dragon’s roar,
“Make haste within your ship.
For demons, devils, wait in store;
your mind they wish to rip.”
No more was there to say to him,
for off did Ulland run.
Escaping from the land of grim,
a land that’s free of sun.
Though in the distance, was it found,
his saviour dragon’s fate:
An evil monster took the ground,
began to desecrate.
The ghostly grounds of My’zarak,
the secret land of death.
The ashen grounds of My’zarak,
the land that claims the breath.
My normally humdrum life was very eventful today.
First, Mom, Jake, Erin and I walked to get some breakfast and stumbled upon the Fatcat Festival Parade. That was kinda nifty. We ate breakfast at that Bohemian Cafe. Very good stuff. Really good.
After that, Jake and I met up with Kyle, a friend from work, and we all played Halo for many hours. Good stuff. Then, to top it all off, went to see Cirque du Soleil!! We got awesome super good free parking too because Erin knew the parking lady. Anyways, Cirque du Soleil is awesome. Yeah, that’s not doing it justice, but whatever.
Also, when I got home, Mom was all really sad. She had accidentally washed my iPod in the laundry machine. I couldn’t stop her from feeling bad because I’ve wanted a new iPod for several months. I didn’t buy one because I already had a perfectly fine working one. And now I don’t. :3
All in all, it was a good day.
