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Katanablade2024
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Name: Christian
Country: United States
State: New Jersey
Birthday: 5/8/1987
Gender: Male
Interests: I enjoy talking to people and hanging with my g/f
Expertise: So many things
Occupation: Sales
Industry: Retail
Message: message me
AIM:  DrakeKillroy2024
Member Since:
8/27/2004
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| Sitting here waiting for clothesMy clothes are in the drier right now which makes me sad. Lately, I have been working too much.. My body doesn't seem to want to work anymore, but the nice people at the doctor's gave me lots of pain medication. MMM. I miss home terribly. I miss certain people terribly as well. I know I am losing lots of people as friends and growing distant with everyone. I have been depressed lately and well.. that is not good. I have a feeling someone I like will soon be dating someone. She grows prettier every moment I am gone. I only have 6 months left exactly, and I am hoping it will go as fast as the past 6 months have. I want a place close to home as my next duty station, but I do not see that happening. So, now I am hoping for Japan or England. Either would be nice at this point. When I get home, I will be at a buffet every other night. MMM I miss buffets. My weight is dropping because I do not eat enough. T_T Well, to everyone that reads this, goodnight. Bwahahaha, and since mostly people I care about read this, I miss you all!! >_> Come rescue me.
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| UpdatingLet us see here... There really isn't anything drasticly new in my life. Hmm... WHEEEEEEE!!! Yeah.. that is how boring my life has been. Anyone care to come steal me away? I will pay them.. >_> | | |
| Wow, I am quite the ass.Alright, so how to explain this. My good friend Katie tried to tell me something and I pretty much just ignored her. I pretty much do that whenever she says something that I don't want to hear, or just can't believe. Now, this is a fault I have been yelled at for numerous times, but that is no reason for the way I acted. Well, Instead of being a good friend and sitting there and agreeing and actually understanding things she said, I sat there being a beligerent asshole and said things that weren't nice. Then I did something that was bad, I turned the convo into a pity Party Christian thing. I started talking about how it is all my fault and how I am just a horrible person instead of actually stopping to listen to myself and procceed to slam my head into my table. That would have been a good idea. So, Then I told her to leave, which isn't what I wanted, but I was acting like a little girl. So now we left on bad terms and I don't even think that she will forgive me for this... I do this a lot and it is pretty fucking pathetic. All I can do right now is say I am Sorry Katie. I have been a horrible friend to you.
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| Almost a year, huh?So, it has been a while, hasn't it? I guess by now I know no one reads this and I am quite happy with that I guess. Updates I guess. I am in the Army and I like it from time to time. I miss my friends, though some people more than others. I guess I will never truly be happy till I am back home. Bad news I guess.. I can't come home for Christmas, but I can wait until like.. April and I will get like 45 days off.. that would be real nice. Though... I don't know if I can wait that long.. I really hope I can.. if not I will come home in like February for like 3 - 4 weeks or so. Hrmm.. I miss food.. I need food.. Christian go buy food to eat now. Bye. | | |
| Yeah, nothing really all that new. Here is a story I started to write. Not even close to being finished.
December 15, 2001, the room was full of the studious
10th graders that were hard at work on their essays. The room is cold,
however it isn't the cold that is nice to just sit or stand around in.
It is the crisp cold of death. Everyone could smell it in the air, but
no one wanted to say anything. Melody Brooks, was absent today and they
knew something was up. She never got sick and had the perfect
attendance. She was the golden child of the class and would accomplish
so much in her life.
The knock on the door came around 10 o'clock, it was
the principle who wore a grave look on her face. I got up from my
teachers desk as I went to talk to her. Her words sunk into my heart
after every syllabal. It seems that Melody has taken her own life. She
hung herself this morning after her parents went to work. The school
called the parent's work when there was no answer at home and when the
parents went to check the house they saw her hanging from the dining
room fan. I slowly walked back to my seat and fell into my chair,
sinking away, away from everything that has just been told to me.
"Mr. Johnson, sir, why do you have that look on your
face?" asked Stormy Moon. Her worried eyes fixating upon me.
How could I tell them, what would they think? She
was the role model for most of these kids, especially Stormy. She was
the different one of the class. The one that no one understood, well
one person did, but she was hanging off her fan at the moment.
After a couple of minutes, I just decided to tell
them. They would all hear about it anyway and I would rather them hear
it here and now. "I'm afraid that Melody is dead class."
"Dead? How?" They all echoed.
"She killed herself, she supposedly hung herself
from the dining room fan." I lowly said while the emotion drained out
of me completely by the last word.
The class sat there with their mouth's open in awe.
They all wondered the same thing I did. How could she do it, she seemed
so happy. All of them started to wonder the possibilies that would make
her do this act. All of them came up with nothing. She was perfection
at it's best, she was beautiful, smart, funny, and just fun to be
around. Not to mention her ability to cheer up anyone, no matter how
sad they were. She was an angel and now she was dead.
The bell rang and no one got up at first, they were
still soaking in the horrid news and had no idea what to do. The rumors
were flying all over the school about the weak girl who couldn't take
it so she selfishly killed herself. Stormy was in tears for the rest of
the day in the nurse's office. This news hit her the hardest.
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The date is May 8, 2001, Stormy is coming home from
school and she is depressed as ever. She has had enough of this life
and is going to end it tonight. There is no reason to live anymore, it
is not like anyone would care anyway. Stormy's lives with her dad
because her mom was killed in a drunk driving accident. It wouldn't
have hurt her so much inside if it weren't for the fact that her mother
was the drunk one.
"March 21, 2000, Amber Moon, a happy mother of a
beautiful girl and a wife to a loving husband was killed today after
drinking too much at the bar. She drove home drunk and crashed into a
lime colored minivan that was occupied by the Jone's family. Shelly,
42, and Elizabeth, 7, were killed by the force of the honda that Amber
was driving. Paul, 45, was unharmed except for the fact that he saw his
wife and daughter die before his eyes. "She couldn't take her own
sorrows out on her own family instead she took mine, the selfish
bitch!" Cried Paul, when the newscrew arrived. This is a true show of
why drinking and driving is strictly illegal." read The Daily Watch.
The local newspaper for Stormy's town.
Since that day, Stormy, has been looked upon as the
daughter of a murderer and outcasted by the rest of the school. She had
no friends and got glares from everyone in town. Even the father was
shunned. However, he didn't seem to care anymore after he turned to
heroin shortly after Amber's death. Stormy had to constantly keep a job
and pay for her own things. Her grades were slipping and her hopes were
dwindling. The gun in her father's room was looking like a good meal
for the first time in her life.
That was the first day that Melody talked to her.
They crossed paths and Melody smiled at Stormy. There was no smile
back. Melody ran after Stormy and gave her a hug. She didn't say
anything at first except, "It will be alright, you have me here for you
now." over and over again. Stormy's eyes were so filled with tears that
she broke down and just laid in this random girl's arms. She finally
had a friend. She finally had someone that didn't judge her for her
mom's actions.
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