"Welcome, friends! I knew you'd come, so I've been practicing my greeting!"

-Kefka Palazzo, FF: 6

Perhaps I should rephrase that, "Welcome, Mr. 6! ..."

Yes, Mr. 6. My polar opposite. I've declared myself 9 and him my 6! My Polar Opposite, what I am, he is not, what he is, I am not. I don't really want to talk about this too much I just wanted to announce to the world that I have found my Opposite. I suppose we're not the same in some aspects, like the 6 and 9 who both have curves we too have our similarities, like our dislike of a certain Ms. P and our interest in generally the same things. We are different in terms of direction. Like the 9 and 6, sometimes we are facing away (us against each other), like in this sentence, and sometimes facing each other (us agreeing with each other), like in two sentences before this one.

Well what ever the case may be, I can at least say that I have found my 6. I don't care if he doesn't feel the same (that I am his 9, and no, I'm not gay :))), I just want him to know that I am a friend that he count on(lol, that sounded so BRomance-y, eww...), like getting him awkward moments with Ms. H and maybe just about contradicting everything that comes out of his mouth (I'm sure he'll disagree, because you know, we're opposites :D).

Welcome, Mr. 6! I didn't think I'd find you already, so I haven't been able to practice my greeting yet!

A ship that never sinks...

 "You aren't my Friend because I know you, I know you because you're my Friend." -Me, to my friend Mr. P

It's almost that time of the month again...

No, I don't mean the menstrual cycle, it's almost the end of the month. A time where you can post something, embarrassing or something you don't want anyone to see and it'll be hidden in the archives as long as you have a post in the new month. I did it last time which means this blog is almost 1 month old. I'm kinda sad because I have posts which I don't want to show due to whatever. Maybe I'll publish one tomorrow or I'll make a new blog where there are no limits. I'm still afraid I guess. I just don't want to hurt someone's feelings through a blog and pretend like I never said anything against him/her. Maybe even after that one month of posting I still haven't learned what a blog is supposed to be? I think I still haven't learned how to end essays / posts properly. See? Like this one. Ah well. Just wanted to post something that was on my mind. Maybe I'll post of an actual topic tomorrow :)).

How to be a Black Mage.

Chapter 1: Characteristics of a Black Mage

Intro: So I had this friend (I haven't talked about her yet) she told me that when she opened up my blog that she thought it was about being a Black Mage. I told her, that it wasn't like that. It's just titled that way because Black Mages are COOL! She made me think about it and maybe I SHOULD make this a blog about developing myself into a Black Mage (or at least as close enough to a Black Mage in which case I will be able to hadouken my way through life). So I think I'll start now.

Black Mages. Really slow, really low Hp, Defense, and Attack, and incredibly Evil (or maybe not all Black Mages are Evil, just Black Mage EvilWizardington). But with all that negative attributes comes an incredibly awesome trait of Black Mages... MAGIC! Don't believe me or you don't think Magic is awesome? Check out that link ('cause I know you skipped over it thinking it was useless) and read it until the end and click next and you'll see what happens to Mr. Giant. Yeahp.... Pure Awesomeness (No, I won't tell you, just find out for yourself). Oh, sad part is, Black Mage can only do that once everyday (it's explained a few strips after the above comic, btw Black Mage IS his name :))).

Wait, so what? MAGIC IS COOL! In the actual Final Fantasy Games Black Mages have their turns every once in a while ('cause of they're low speed). And yet, when they ARE able to cast their spells, it deals incredible amounts of damage. Yes, I know they have little Hp and Defense, which makes them so vulnerable that one hit from a monster can kill them (maybe semi-high level monsters upwards anyway), and that they're Attack Power is so incredibly small that having them attack would just hit for 1 damage (again, maybe just semi-high level monsters upwards).

But we should all learn from Black Mages and their incredibly defenseless little bodies. We should live life to the fullest and make every moment count. We won't have every opportunity to attack and when even if we are able to start casting we might not actually be able to finish and get that attack through. Despite that, we should try to "try more" and not let one turn pass without doing anything substantial. Let's just give it our best shot and maybe, just maybe, that attack might just hit.

That's probably all for this chapter of "How to be a Black Mage". I hope you have come to learn more about how it is that Black Mages work. I'd love to continue this and I just hope that life will give me more inspiration to write other Chapters.
Also, thanks to Ms. L for the inspiration for this post. I kinda owe her a bit, the conversation I was talking about was from way back and I only posted about this now. This is probably the best time to mention this, although you probably already know. The Black Mage Image in my background is not mine as it belongs to the guy who made the comic, 8-bit Theatre, Brian Clevinger. Thanks to him I have a better appreciation for Black Mages and a Background Image :)).

Don't Bother Reading this Post

I haven't been able to post anything for the past few days. It's just that nothing of interest seems to be enough that it deserves a post. This blog is supposed to show a different side of me or to let myself evaluate myself. I haven't had a bad day for a while and so no negative emotions to report. It's been fun these few days, even if I haven't been anywhere noteworthy and haven't done anything. I'd like to feel the good emotions as they come along so I'm sorry if I live in them too long and won't be able to post about it. I don't think this post came out too well because it's not something negative, is there something wrong with that? I think I should avoid posts that talk about posts because I don't think I'm going anywhere with it. Ah well, I suppose I'll just have to see what tomorrow brings. (I reread the whole thing and it looks really stupid. So I changed the title. So sorry to you if you thought this post would be amazing :)))

Nothing Else Follows.
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Frisbee: Leg meet Mr. Cramp.

This one is for a friend.

Cramps. You get them from playing frisbee, from swimming, and other sports. It hurts during the moment it strikes and you just have to fall down especially if the cramp is at the foot or on your leg. So, you sit there for a few minutes, motionless, 'cause if you move it hurts a bit. Then you think, "Maybe, it's gone by now?". Then you stand up, and it hurts again. But you try and look strong and you stand up anyway, trying to hide the pain. You walk carefully, step after step, each step hurt after hurt. And you get to your destination. You sit for awhile. You think it got better. You get your bag and start walking. It still hurts and then there's the extra weight. You go down a set of stairs. "Oh wow," you think, "It's gone. Cool." Then you get to the ground floor. You realize you wanted to go back up. "OW! Ow. Ow...", yes, it was never gone. You get to the top floor and you lie down on your bed. You massage the part where it hurts to ease the pain. You get someone to massage it for you and they tell you, "Don't take a bath, you'll get cold". You agree without thinking, "But I just came from a sport and I want to take a bath." You realize this in the middle of the night and start walking to the bathroom. You shower and it feels so good, the pain is relieved. You go to sleep.

The next morning, you wake up. "OW! It's back." And it feels even worse. You can't get up, you can't get to school. You stay a whole day in bed not even allowed to play anything. You waste one day of your life for cramps.This happens for a few more days, you trying to recover. And one day you wake up. "Wow. I feel better. I feel refreshed." You feel free of the pain that cramps bring.

(Here it comes the conclusion you probably already realized was coming)
Cramps is like love you know? (Haha, yes it all boils down to this.) It kinda reminds you it's there all the time. Every time you try to forget, BOOM, there it is again saying, "Hey! I'm here. Just for forgetting, I'll hurt you some." And you do something stupid (for love, you know) and it's even worse now (like taking that shower 'cause you really had to). But thing is, cramps are temporary, and so is love (bitter of me? Maybe.) Maybe, just bad love (or seemingly good love that's actually bad) is temporary. The point is, love is an emotion, it's temporary. Like happiness, sadness, anger, or guilt. It'll be gone soon. So don't worry about it too much. You don't need to fuss over it much, it's either it'll be there or it won't.

Cut, here and here.

I cut myself during class yesterday with a cutter. It's an inch long on my left hand between the base of the index finger and the thumb. I just thought of it now but this cut is like a cut on your heart (I know these analogies are cliche but come on let me try one).

I've been having trouble stretching my left hand. I can't wear a glove or bat for softball so I had to sit out the game yesterday. It's really weird too when there is no scab that when i stretch it it's okay but when there is a scab it stings. Maybe when you're loving it's also like that. When you don't mind the heartbreak, it's easy to love again. And yet when you try to close it, to fill it, when you try to love it's so hard. Then again I can't properly use this kind of analogy or the word love properly, I'm not sure I've experienced it for a person in the romantic way yet. Yes, Infatuation, but maybe Love, not yet.