Hello!

Well today I got a very nice wake up call from my girlfriend.. for now, for the sake of privacy, (though i doubt it would really matter) I shall call her idiot... Tis ok, I call her that anyways... It was about 11 I think and she tells me she's at Mc Donalds... well luckily she was able to walk to my place and we've spent the day together... but it was hot! I'm serious! So we stayed inside for a while and then decided to go to one of the places we went when we first met... (which is a year ago!) This "place" is near a bay and the rocks we sat on form a little beach like thingy... so after throwing muscles we found in the water to crack on the rocks, we decided to acttualy get into the water! So yeah, she tried to force me to fall, I did get her to fall... "very gently" and we kissed... we kiss alot.... but anyways.. getting off subject.. well, after doing that we went to the pool and played with some younger kids from our neighborhood. That was intresting.. it always was last year too... poor poor me! I was clawed to death and well yeah... I will finish this entry later.. i think this coffee is getting to me!
 

Hello, how is your day? Wait, this is suppose to be about me... Hmmm... well I will take this time to let you know just a bit about me.

Firstly, I'm a writer.. (dodges a pencil and falls out of chair, stumbling back up, poor ziok takes a sip of coffee and begans again) I will tell you the truth, writing is perhaps once of the one of the best stress relievers in the world. (Fencing is a close second, but we'll get to that later.)

Primairly I write poems and short stories. My novel is around 45'000 words as of right now and is proving itself to be a truly enjoyable headache. (by the way most of my stories are purely of the fantasy genre, poems on the other hand are for the most part romantic..) I tend towards a "write when I want to" writing habit. But from time to time I indeed do force myself to sit down and pound something out. (sometimes literally pounding...)

Hey guess what, Hildago is on... hmmmmm.... ahh! See, look how easy my mind gets away from me... this is part of the problem I do believe...

Anyway, writing is a very good thing! (and I would be truly insane to say anything of the contrary to that statement in a community of writers!)

Fencing, the other stress reliever! LOL! Ok, yes I'm a fencer... only for about 6 months though... Let me give you a fictional scenario:

You have a friend who lies about you, stabs you in the back multiple times in one day, and then decides to make a move on your girlfriend/boyfriend. (which ever applies to you.) So you come home, you pick up a pen or pencil to perhaps write about these recent atrocities and your muse walks out the front door of your house leaving a note that says: "Leaving for a while, be back when I want to." So, now with your clinched fists you turn towards the other medicine... fencing...

So you got your jacket, glove, mask and sword and your plugged into the electrical equiptment of a fencing strip. Your opponent, veiled behind the mask, can be ANYONE YOU WANT THEM TO BE! JUST IMAGINE THE POOR UNFORTUNATE PERSON YOU WISH IT TO BE RIGHT THERE IN FRONT OF YOU! Your in the "En garde" position and the judge gives the word, "Fence!" Your anger surges and the flash of the blade coming towards you ignites your senses, you move your sword to parry theirs, advancing, jumping forward to thrust, you remember your friend who has made you angry and in a crafty manner you beat your opponents blade and lunge, the point of your weapon strikes the opponent and you hear their cringe of pain....

..........ok, well normally in fencing there shouldn't be that much pain. But from what I am told by those who have seen me fence, my girlfriend included here, they say I am VERY agressive. Which, is most likely true.... I just see it as an acceptable risk. You can't try to jab someone with a sword and not expect them to be slightly agressive in return... But honestly in fencing there are very few serious injuries, the most you normally have are bruises and stretched muscle... (leaving out that in the 2004 Olympics there was a fencer who was stabbed through there glove, the blade exiting near their forearm...) But hey, though there is modern protection, things still happen and its something you just have to live with. But if you are curious about it, I deem you see what you can find about clubs in your area. (and it dosen't matter how old you are, fencing is an all age type thing)

Now enough about all of that.... you know a little about "Me" now. Note: You didn't learn too much on the personal level for a reason... perhaps in time I shall write more of things such as that..

But I say you should keep reading, (well when I get some more posts up.) Sordove new to this blog thing so stick with me....

In sincere respect to those of the pen and those of the sword,

ziok



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