private_joker14

...Mine as well try...

Wed, 23 Feb 2005 01:05:27 GMT

Blah...mine as well TRY and get over my writer's block...easier than just sitting here thinking about what to write. That way, since this'll suck, people can insult me about it, convincing me NOT to write.......and yeah....5 minutes later....nothing...10 more minutes....nothing....God im fucked...ah, finally...jesus...took it long enough:
The young man knelt on one knee, two long daggers, the blades curving outwards. Blood tickled onto the floor, showing the young man was wounded. His long gray hair covered his red pupil eyes widening with every breath. He had been beaten, and that wasn't possible. He was Vincent, he was all powerful. Even that of his name assured his victory. But now, his time had finally come. The old man, that damned priest had wounded him, first blood. Vincent looked at the priest, who was now on top of the cross, a sword extending from a sleeve. "I am Virgil...a priest no more am I, for I have shed blood in the house of God...but let me do further than that...let me set your soul free, Vincent...let me end the pain you suffer from" Virgil whispered.
"I'll admit, old man...my downfall was underestimation...but never will I die...my namesake forbids it" Vincent coughed.
Virgil floated down from the cross, and impaled Vincent on the sword. Vincent gasped, blood spewing across Virgil's black robes, and the church walls. "Your name means nothing to me...it is your death that brings me bliss" Virgil whispered.
Virgil gently pushed Vincent from his sword, blood leaking out of the dying man. Vincent gurgled, dropping his blades. "I leave you with a gift, my fallen friend" Vincent laughed, blood splattering the ground.
"What gift is that?" Virgil scoffed.
A small ball of light formed in Vincents hand, emilating a soft, warm light. "I give you fire..." Vincent gasped, dropping the ball, and falling on it.
The once warm light turned into a violent explosion, discintergrating Vincent's body, and sending Virgil into the wall. The forced kept him pinned to the wall. His arm disapeared, the fire moving onto his body, and then his face. Soon, all that was left of the little church, was the ashes. The once holy house of God was now a steaming pile of rubble.

Blah

Wed, 23 Feb 2005 00:23:59 GMT

Heh...ahh, those lovely twice a year breakdowns are always so fun....I've lost all patience I've obtained, so little things piss me off beyond belief, even Vincent....God help me...And apparently easily distracted...it's probbaly taken me 20 minutes to write this. I'm gonna stop while I'm ahead...oh well...today was another boring...very long day...but...atleast i get Scriptures off thursday and friday...whoo...oh well...bye

-Jon

Wonderful

Tue, 01 Feb 2005 21:16:02 GMT

Who once said, tis a war we face everyday? Or something like that?...Well, anyhoo, it's true, we wage war everyday of our lives, whether it be against actual people, feelings, or lack of faith. Chris, you think too low of yourself, but from what i've read, you've had it pretty tough, as have alot of people, but that's no reason to think you're ugly or fat. You think that way, people see you that way. That one person who left you a comment, (s)he was right, you're a beautiful person inside, although your patience can be short sometimes. You're also pretty damned smart, and hard working, so sit back, these are the best years of your life, enjoy them. Abby, you've been a great friend, lol, a great older sister, even though technically I'm as old as you now. I really mean it when I say I'm happy for you and Kevin, even though I'm somewhat envious, if he makes you happy, you stay with him. Don't let him go, Don't doubt him. Don't let things with Annie or your Dad get in the way. Everything always turns out alright. And Kevin, don't take her for granted, she's a damn fine catch. David...David...David...you've been my friend since 4th grade. I'd like to say, well, heh, I'd love to say I'm naive to your ways, but I'm not. I know about the drugs. It sickens me you'd let yourself go to that shit. It's a sad thing, you know, you could really be something, but you let it all go to waste. I still can't believe I still see you as a friend, with the names you've called me, but God help me, I feel a sense of loyalty to you, for being my first friend at a new school. You think the insults don't affect me? They Do. I've felt like crap most of my life, and all you managed to do most of the time is make it worse. You weren't alone, alot of people did. later on in life, you'll realize something...you want something else. You want something else other than sex. You want a deep relationship, a good one, one that will last forever and ever. And that, my friend, you will never achieve. I'm done ranting for now...I'm gonna feel like crap for saying that in a bit...oh well

- Jon

Some stuff just ain't right in life...

Thu, 27 Jan 2005 02:12:59 GMT

I was looking back at my religion grades from Little Flower...and I realized I had higher grades than some of the kids in my religion class. That...REALLY doesn't seem right, considering they're catholics...and I'm a methodist. And something a friend said on here...why do men have to show their "manliness"? To tell the truth...I have no fucking idea. I don't even think men get themselves. Two...acquaintences at school...like to talk about their conquests of their girlfriends, or just "friends with benefits", as many as you hooligans use that phrase these days ((another thing i don't get))...I'm sure their girlfriends would LOVE to know how they're talked about as if they're objects, and not real people. I'm not sure, but I'd say they'd be MIGHTY pissed to find out. Chris is right, it can get pretty fucking annoying talking about girls at lunch, although entertaining, there's so much more stuff other than girls, although going to an all guy's school can be strenuous in that area of the opposite sex. My uncle once told me that porn could lead you to believe women to just be objects use for merely entertainment, not even real people. Looking at those two...he's right -.-. Some things in life just aren't right, in the aspect of punishment and reward. But, as they say, Karma has a way of coming back and biting you in the ass...Bye

- Jon

First

Tue, 25 Jan 2005 21:38:10 GMT

Not sure what to say...hell...I bet this is the first and last time I even say something on here. Today is my birthday....and it sucked...massively. Are birthdays always supposed to be this crappy?...Heh...does it EVER get better? That's what we thought when we were kids? If you're a teenager like me, you remember, right? "Ah, man, it'll get better when I'm older"...God almighty how deceived we were. Me and a friend were talking about this the other day. Why doesn't it get better? Why can't we seem to find a way into a better life? Heh, I shouldn't be ranting...today should be a day of joyous occasions, should it not? Oh well, g'bye
-Jon