Hey

I know it's been a long while, and I'm sorry, but I've been pretty busy with work/ my new main squeeze. :P

I just wanted to pop in and give an early Merry Christmas to you all, as I'll be spending a lot of time at work/ with her this next week so I most likely won't be updating. I hope you guys are all having a good December so far, cheers to a Merry Christmas and a happy new year!

Odd...Dream?

So lately I've been having this reoccuring thought...almost like a dream but I'm awake when it happens.

Basically, I'll be standing around doing nothing special. Thinking mostly. All the sudden it's like my vision gets blurry and I lose focus on what's going on. Apparently my mom has to practically yell at me to get my attention when it happens. I just kind of stare off into space for a few seconds sometimes a minute or so. It almost feels like...I don't really know how to describe it. Like a memory? Like something from a past life or something crazy, I don't know.

Anyways, I'm always walking through these woods, it's usually dark but there have been a few times where it was so bright. So I'll be walking through these weird woods, and I notice this...Door? Like a storm cellar, or a bunker entrance or something. The closer I get to this door or hatch or whatever it is, the more painful it becomes to get closer towards it. I feel like I'm getting tired. Like the energy or motivation is just being pulled right out of me.

Now I know this is probably just a daydream or a full blown dream, but I am honest to god SCARED to open this door. I snap out of this little phase and I feel a tightening in my stomach. Like it's twisting in knots.

What is this? Is there a name for this type of thing? Should I check myself into some looney bin? It feels like I've been there before, but it scares me to the point where I close myself off after it happens. What should I do about it?

No longer jobless!

Well gadies and lentlemen, I got the job!

It's not a fancy position and the pay isn't amazing, but it is my first job and it looks like it's going to be a lot of fun. I start work next week! The best part is, the girl I'll be working with is 19, single, and oh so lovely. Now if that doesn't get my mind of my ex then there is something wrong with me. :)

Thank you all so much for reading, and take care!

Quickie

I have two quick things to say!

1. 350 Followers! Woot!

2. It's getting easier to push past the depression, and I'm done trying to get in contact with her!

Yay me!

You guys have a great night, and take care. :)

Hello

Hey everyone just wanted to pop in real quick and say happy Halloween!

Sadly I don't have any plans this year, but I hope you guys have a lot of fun! Tell me in the comments what you plan on doing for Halloween!

Doctor visit and Job

So I went to my doctor earlier today about my depression as of late. He diagnosed it as "severe situational depression" basically meaning in a few months it should go away on it's own. But in the meantime he put me on some low dosage anti-depressants to help me deal with the pain I've been feeling, and gave me a sleeping agent to help me get to bed.


I'm trying my best to work through this. Honestly at this point I'd take an open apology from her and be done with it. I wanted her to give me a second chance, now I'd settle for just an apology for the way she hurt me.

Anyways, I did get the job, I should probably start next week. Although because of all this I just can't feel excited about it, which is what is making me angry.

Thanks for reading guys, this sleeping pill is kicking in so I'll see you all later. Take care.

Relapse

Hello people. Lately I have been making pretty good progress moving on or at least occupying my time so I don't think about her all day. Well last night and this morning that progress was set back about a week. I had a very unfortunate dream last night, and when I woke up this morning I could just tell it was going to be a bad day. I see my doctor today at 2:15 to see about sleeping pills and anti-depressants. I start seeing a therapist next month I believe. I honestly don't know what to do with myself anymore.

I can't play the games we used to for fear that it would bring back memories and just hurt me more. I can't watch the shows we used to watch for the same reason. I find myself occupying my time by hanging out with my few remaining friends and my family. The part that will still have anything to do with me anyways. I gave up my life to be with this girl. If I wouldn't have we wouldn't have made it two years. And yes I'm thankful for those two years every day. But I'm also saddened by the fact they were thrown away in an instant. I don't know what to do. I've been taking your advice in the comments and trying to play games and watch shows and hang out with friends. I've tried everything in every comment that seemed reasonable and logical, and still nothing. I never want to forget about her, I just need a solid way to either move on, or convince her what she did was hurtful and she should at LEAST, at the very fucking least, apologize to me for what she did and said to me.

I know I'm asking for the impossible with this one guys. I just don't know who else to turn to.

Facebook?

For years now I have been the epitome of the hate for Facebook. If you want to talk to someone, call them. Or even text them. But I guess it's time I caved into it. So I finally made one, and so far it's not TOO bad. Although half the people who added me I either have never seen in my life or it's some long lost family twice removed from my great step-uncles side.

As you can probably already guess I've never been the most social of people, usually just stayed at home and hung out with my family and a few friends. But that's a thing of the past. I'm not going to sit around all day moping about some chick who couldn't give a rats ass about me, so why should I care about her?

This is how I've decided to move on, make a Facebook! Haha, got to love the internet. Who knows, I might make a few good friends, maybe even meet a girl in my area. My second interview is also today at 6pm so today (so far) seems like a good day! I'll let you guys know later how the interview went, and whether or not I got the job!

Thanks everyone, take care.

"Callback"

I got a call back from the person who did my interview last week saying they'd like a second interview. This time it will be a group of people instead of just one, and they want to test my reactions to "obnoxious customers" and stuff like that. So hopefully I do well on that!

Decided to schedule a doctors appointment to get sleeping pills and anti depressants. I've really only heard good things about anti-d's. Anything you guys could add? Comment and tell me if you think it's a good idea to take anti-depressants or not, and why!

Thanks a lot everyone, take care.

Finally got some Closure

So my two year and two month relationship is finally over as of last night. Now the greiving process begins and I try to move on. I lost two previous girlfriends due to suicide. I will be put back on anti-depressants next week hopefully. I hate myself because I know throughout the rest of my life I will compare every girl to her. She was the one I wanted to marry. The one I wanted to have kids with.

She knew everything there was to know about me. We liked all the same video games, movies, books, music, everything. We were going to move in with each other on Christmas. Start our life together. And now I feel like mine ended abruptly. The worst part of it all is she doesn't care about me anymore. Hasn't for a long time. It just took me a while to realize it.

She had aspergers, which made her a very cold person, especially when she didn't take her medicine. I believe in my heart of hearts that most of the mean and hurtful things she said and did to me stem from that. She hasn't been on her medicine for a year now, and it's noticable. The reason she gave me for leaving is that we both changed. But I didn't. She changed enough for the both of us.

I can't promise anything but I'll try to stop writing about this whole thing. I know it's not healthy to linger on the past.

Jess if you ever read this, know that I still love you. I always will.

Thank you.

300!

300 FOLLOWERS!

Thanks so much guys, this really means a lot. Now here's to the next 300! Cheers!

Job Interview!

Hello ladies and gents, I have another brief announcement today! I had my first job interview this morning!

Now it was only for Blockbuster, but I interviewed with the district manager of Blockbuster for this area of Texas, so it was a pretty big deal. They said they'd more than likely call me back in for a second interview which would mean I am all but guaranteed the position!

On a different note, sadly still no idea as to what's going on with my (ex?)girlfriend. She is avoiding my calls and refuses to talk to me. So I guess only time will tell. Anyways, thanks again for (ALMOST!) 300 followers! Keep it up guys, give me that last little push today!

Update

Hopefully getting some kind of closure about everything that's happened, but in the meantime...

Almost 300 followers! Thanks a lot guys, hopefully in the next few days I'll be able to hit 300! I really appreciate the fact that almost 300 seperate people have read and commented on my stories! It really does mean a lot, and a lot of what is getting me through this is you guys allowing me to vent my feelings about all this without being hateful or rude. So again, thank you guys and take care!

Last "feelings" post

Alright guys I promise this will be the last one about my feelings, I'll try my best to continue stories tomorrow if I can. Anyways, let's begin.

So I woke up this morning after only two hours of sleep. Sleep definately isn't coming easy to me. I haven't eaten since it happened a few days ago. I also turned down a few offers to go out and hang out with people because I didn't want to bring the mood of those people down too. I tried just forgetting about it, but there's no way that will solve anything quickly. I tried doing other things that make me happy, but they just depress me because we used to do them together. I think my mom has set something up with a therapist. I used to go to therapy when I was younger because I have been through two suicides, both girlfriends at the time. On top of that, and my father doing five months ago I'm pretty numb.

I don't really know if she'll come back. Frankly I'm not sure I should even wait for something that probably won't happen. Yeah I miss her a lot, but she really hurt me. And I'm afraid if she came back I'd feel differently about her because of how much she hurt me. She still never gave me a reason as to why she left, so I have no closure. But from what I understand there's no other guy involved, she just got tired of me I guess.

Anyways, I feel pretty alone. Hung out with my brother and played some halo, that helped temporarily but after about two hours I just starting getting down again. I tried eating earlier and just threw it all back up (sorry if that's gross.) Tried reading my favorite book and I lost interest. I guess I just wanted to vent to someone, and my audience here is a good a place as any. Thanks for those of you who read this whole passage, I really appreciate knowing that some of you will.

Take care everyone.

Feelings

Right now I'm feeling....Weird. For instance, I miss her, but at the same time I'm just kind of numb. Like I almost WANT to miss her but my emotions won't let me, so it's a definite conflict of interests. I've never felt like this really. I was with two girls before my ex girlfriend who both committed suicide within three years of each other, so my emotions were already tore to shreds before this happened.

I just kind of think my emotions are gone. I can feel the fact that I want to feel something, I want to cry or shout or be upset...I just can't. I took a few sleeping pills last night at about 4:30 am and woke up at 9:30 am...So not only are my emotions fucked, my body is rejecting everything. I'm not hungry, I can't drink anything, I don't want to do anything. I can't say if I want her back or not. I'm not sure myself. She hurt me really bad with what she did last night, and she never gave me a reason why she left. I think it might be for another guy, but she kept telling me it's not. Although she probably wouldn't tell me either way so I don't know. Sorry if this isn't the kind of stuff you guys wanted to see on my blog, I just need to vent somewhere. I have no one else to talk to. I'm thinking of setting up something with a therapist.

Has anyone had any success in the past from talking to a therapist about relationship troubles? Or do they just tell you to find another "fish in the sea" blah blah?

Very sorry.

My two year relationship ended very abruptly today, so I think I just want to start writing about my feelings as well as telling stories. Sorry that this blog won't be just thriller stories or anything anymore. I just need some way to cope with the loss, and I guess telling complete strangers my problems sounded like a good idea when I wrote this. I guess we'll see in the morning. Sorry again.

Yet another update!

Well I have some good news and some bad news. Good news is I feel a bit better than yesterday, but my flu bug thing has turned into a full blown cold, which is the bad news. I will try to start writing again tomorrow, sick or not so stay tuned for those of you who are interested! I really do appreciate the support and get well soons in the comments, means a lot. Going through a tough time in the family plus being sick makes for a pretty depressing lifestyle, so thanks a lot for keeping my chin up for me guys! Take care everyone, hope to see you tomorrow!

Another update

Well sad to say, it hasn't gotten better since yesterday, only worse. Now I have sinusitus, strep throat, and a cold. So Hopefully I'll get over all this nonsense soon and be able to start writing as much as I want again. I appreciate all of you sticking around in support, take care everybody!

Apologies are in order.

Hey everyone, I just wanted to apologize for not keeping up with any kind of schedule, I've been extremely sick for the past few days and it's been tough to get out of bed, let alone come up with anything creative. Hopefully it will pass soon, but I woke up today sicker than when I woke up yesterday so as of right now there's no end in sight it seems. :(

Anyways, once I get over whatever it is that I have, I'll continue writing. Until then, I'll write when I think I can stay longer than twenty minutes at the computer without feeling sick. Take care guys.

Quick Announcement!

Hey everyone, I just wanted to thank you all for two hundred followers! Woo!

Couldn't have done it without you guys, and I hope I've given you something worth following. Take care everyone and I'll see you all later. :)

Fifth Entry

Fifth Entry

December 31, 1998

Yes..It's a gun. Why would she bring a gun here? Why would she want to hurt my dad? He apologized for hitting her husband. He didn't mean to hit him so hard. To be fair the man was trying to steal from us. And on Christmas too. She said she was coming to have someone to talk to, not to kill him. Please don't let him die, he's my dad. Please.

"If you honestly think anyone would forgive you for what you did, you must be dumber than you look." She said to everyone and no one. "I lied to you when you came to the hospital. He's not expected to recover. You hit him so hard you caused him to bleed internally. He's going to die. You took my husband away from me and my little girl. And now I'm going to take you away from your family!"

CLICK. The gun jammed.

As she looked at the gun with wild disbelief, it only took a few seconds from someone standing beside her to tackle her to the ground and kick the gun away from her. It was only a few more minutes before the police arrived, whisked her away, and then started questioning everyone about what had happened. They only asked me To tell the story again of exactly what happened. Then they just moved on to the next person after I told them. I never forgot about that night. Not to this day. And I always wondered...Why did the gun jam? Why does the gun always jam?

May 14, 2005
Three days after my birthday seven years later, something else worth mentioning happened to me. My mom was killed a few months ago in an attempted break in. Or so my dad told me. What he didn't know if that I knew what really happened. How she really died.

My father always had a temper. One wrong word and he'd go up in flames to whoever said it, he always was this way. I remember once he got into a fight with a man for looking at him the wrong way in this local bar. As I remember he had him over the pool table with the cue ball in his hand, beating the man over the head with it.

Flashback
Anyways, my mother was killed in early February. The 9th to be exact. On that day I was supposed to walk down to my friends house and spend the weekend with him. Well I walked the few blocks to his house, while my parents stayed in and watched movies, only when I got there they had already gone somewhere else for the weekend. On the way back home I stopped at the local 7-11 to get some candy or maybe a soda, I can't remember exactly. When I arrived home about thirty minutes later I went to open the front door and heard my parents arguing. I didn't exactly want to just walk in on them screaming at each other.

What was it that time? Money? I think it might have been money. They had been arguing a lot lately, starting after my dad was found with the maid about a year ago. And then his secretary about a year before that. As I started to walk away to go find someone else to hang out with, I heard a loud bang. Not lot gunshot bang, more like someone wooden maybe hitting the tile floor. It kind of startled me but it wasn't completely unusual, things had been thrown before. Yeah that's probably what happened.

"No please Mike, please don't. What about John and Brandon? Are you really going to make them go through this? PLEASE STOP, NOOOOO!" She screamed.

I had to get to her, I had to stop him from doing whatever he was doing. Why wouldn't my legs move?! Why couldn't I go to her rescue like she had done for me all those times? I was frozen with fear at what was happening inside. I could hardly keep down what I had for lunch thinking of what it was she wanted him to stop doing. My dad wasn't a murderer was he? No he probably just hit her. I still had to stop him. Why would he hit my mom? She's been there for him all these years, and even forgiven him for some terrible things. If I got in the way he'd probably just hit me too. I'd better go tell someone.

As I forced myself to stand and walked the two blocks to a good friend of mines house, I asked him to call the police. Since officers in my area usually don't go like the wind to get to domestic disturbance claims, it took them about half an hour to arrive. By then it was already too late.

Thanks for those of you who were so patient over the past few days waiting for this update, I've been really busy  with a few things and dealing with the death in the family wasn't easy. I really do appreciate it guys. The next update should wrap up this particular story, then I should move on to the next one in a few days! Thanks again everyone, and take care.

Update

Hey everyone, I know it's been a few days since I updated but I just wanted to let everyone know that I went out of town to visit the family of the person who passed. Everything seems to be okay now, so I should be able to update in a few hours. Also, thanks a ton for helping me get 150 followers, it means a lot.

I also wanted to say that The story I last wrote about should be coming to an end in the next two parts most likely, then I'll start a new one right away. Thanks everyone for reading, and take care.

No post today.

Hey everyone. I just wanted to inform everyone that there was an unfortunate death in the family today so I will not be writing anymore today. I'll be taking most of the day off, and will most likely start again in the morning. I apologize to anyone who was looking forward to the story today, but this comes first and I hope you understand.

Thanks a lot guys.

Announcement

Hello again everyone, I just wanted to thank you all so much for helping me get 100 followers! Could not have done it without you (literally) so thank you all so much, and here's to another 100!

Fourth Entry

December 31, 1998

New Years Eve! Parties all around, lots of "social" drinking and kissing at midnight! What's not to love? Murder perhaps?

The day had finally come, shedding our old skins and burrowing into the new ones with promises to eat less, quit smoking and visit the local Y at least twice a week. Not like anyone ever kept these promises, I always thought they were just to make depressed people feel better about themselves honestly. Who knows, maybe that's exactly what they are. I just like new years because at such a young age, parties are new and exciting to you. You get to experience one of the wonders of the mysterious creature known as the adult. Who knows, they may even give you so non-alcoholic wine to make you feel all grown up.

At first it just seemed like any other party I had ever heard about. A bunch of grown-ups sitting around watching t.v. and mingling the night away. But even that was entertaining to me. I remember snooping around under some of the smaller tables and chairs, listening to conversations all around me. It only took me a good twenty minutes of listening to find out Mrs. Clemmins from down the road had a crush on Mr. Johnson from next door. And that Mr. and Mrs. DuPoint were going to go home and practice wrestling! Wow that sounded cool at the time, I would have loved to practiced wrestling with them! I could show them this new move I made up called the five star dive!

And it only took me another five minutes of listening to find out that dad wasn't really sorry for what he did to the burglar.

"Why should I have apologized to that little theif? Or that bitch wife of his? He was trying to steal from us. Why should I forgive him? Just because it was on Christmas? Or because tomorrow is New Year's day? If he came around today I'd do the exact same thing. Hell, I think I enjoyed clocking that little punk." My dad was telling my mom in rough whispers. He obviously had already found the beer.

"You do not mean that hun, you can't mean that. The man I married does love to fight, but not like this. He doesn't like to hit men who aren't even in their 30's with baseball bats. Be proud of yourself for forgiving him. I know it meant a lot to his wife. He might not have been able to hear you apologize, but she sure could. And so could his daughter." Said my mom to my dad over her glass of red wine. Boones farm, her favorite.

I decided to head to my bedroom to see if I could sneak a peek at the cinemax movies on tonight. I found out the code pretty easily. My dad kept it in his night stand next to his bed. As I sit down and grab the remote I hear the doorbell ring. I think nothing of it at the time, I mean it is a party, so guests are going to arrive sooner or later. As I start flipping through the channels trying to find cinemax or hbo, I hear a loud scream coming from Mrs. Clemmins it sounded like.

I decide to run into the hallway that looks into the living room where all the adults were standing up, blocking my view. So I decided to crawl under one of the tables from earlier to get a better look. Now at first I couldn't quite tell who it was or what was happening until I heard her talk.

"You think I forgive you for what you did to my husband? You think that I can forgive you for taking my babies father away? I'll show you what I really think! I'll show you how I really feeel!" the wife of the man in the hospital screamed.

What was that she was holding? Didn't look like a purse. Didn't quite look like any sort of handbag. Wait, it's shiny I can see it now. It's....a gun.

Well the next one will come probably tonight, maybe this afternoon I promise. :) Tell me what you think in the comments, and don't forget to follow if you like it!

Apologies

I wanted to apologize for not writing the next part of this story today. A lot of things came up that I had no control over, so for those of you who did actually want to find out what happened, just stick around tomorrow because I promise I will write two tomorrow.


Again you have my apologies.

Third Entry

So when I last left off, it was about to go world war three inside this tiny hospital room. Well let's see how that turned out shall we?

December 28th, 1998

"Sir I'm going to have to ask you to leave, you're causing a pretty big disturbance in the surrounding rooms." the security guard told my father.

"Boy you better take those hands off me unless you want to become the famous one armed man." my father half laughed, half growled at the man.

After a look to his superior officer, the security guard tried to get my fathers hands behind his back.

"I'm going to tell you one more time son, take your hands off me or you'll lose one of them."

Still the security guard kept on. Which I mean, let's be reasonable, he had every right to do. My father was making this poor woman hysterical, and her daughter looked like she had just saw the boogeyman. Frankly, I wouldn't have given my father a second to react. Well, that is, if I didn't know my father. In one almost liquid motion, my father had both of his hands free and the security guard pinned to the ground by his throat. Almost like a lion pins a gazelle in the sahara. Yeah..My father the lion.

Seeing as how this was the largest hospital in the Dallas area, I'm sure you'd imagine that these security guards would have guns. Well they did. Big ones.

"Sir, I'm going to ask you one time to let go of my officer and then I will shoot sir." the chief of security told my dad. At least I think he was chief of security the way the others guards looked like they were scared to death of him.

My dad starting inching back his arm, slowly, like a lion getting ready to deliver that final blow. Inch by inch he drew his arm back, with a loaded gun pointed at him no less. Told you my dad loves to fight.

"Sir if you do not let him go on the count of three I will fire!

1... All I could hear was my own heartbeat inbetween those numbers.

2... Everyone in the room had their eyes on my fathers arm, slowly inching up to deliver one hell of a punch by the looks of it.

3! CLICK. CLICK. The gun jammed.

"STOP!" yelled the wife of the man laying in the bed, oblivious of what was going on around him. "Just stop already. I forgive you. I've been a Christian woman my whole life, God forgives and says we all should too. I forgive you just don't get yourself killed. Do NOT expose my daughter to that or I will kill you personally."

My dad looked at her...Then slowly stood up. Dusted off the knees of his old Levi's jeans and crossed his arms over his chest, almost to show dominance over the officer still on the ground.

"Officers, please go. Please don't arrest this man, he was just..Distraught over what he did to my husband so he lost his temper. I assure you it will not happen again, please just don't take him to jail." Said the woman.

The officers looked to their commander, he shook his head and said "I am posting one of my men outside this room, if you need him for any reason ma'am just call out." And turned and left the room.

"I just want to put this behind us. The doctor said his condition is looking good...Well as good as a man in a coma can be." she said, almost starting to tear up. "I will forgive you. If you wouldn't mind, miss" she said turning to my mother. "could I possibly have your address so we can talk all this over one day. Maybe new years eve? It would be nice to have another woman who isn't involved in this to talk to. Just to...let my feelings out."

"Of course!" my mother said, running over to hug the woman. My mom always has been and always will be one of the kindest hearted people I've ever met. "Of course. We'll be having a new years eve party if you'd like to come to that. Our address is..."

Well that's it for this one. Like I said in my update yesterday, I'll most likely be posting the next part of this later today. Figured I'd try twice a day and see how that goes for a while. So yeah, comment and let me know if you like it or not, and don't forget to follow!  Thanks and have a good day everyone.

Another Update!

Hey everyone, just wanted to drop in for a minute and let you all know I'll probably post two parts of my story tomorrow! I feel like people are liking what they read so far, so I might start updating twice a day! We'll have to see how it goes tomorrow. I'm looking forward to expressing a bit more of myself through my stories. Hope you have enjoyed the two parts so far, and we'll see where this takes us!

Thanks for reading everyone!

Second Entry

Back again to continue on my story from yesterday folks. Won't be as long as yesterdays because I have to scoot soon, but I hope you enjoy it all the same.

December 31, 1998
New Years Eve! Parties all around! Drinks, food and fun for everyone. Or so we hoped. Let me take you back to that visit in the hospital room I talked about last time. You know, the one where the guy's wife looked like a deer caught in headlights.

Flashback
"You...You did this to my husband?" she said to my father.

My dad couldn't seem to find anything else except his shoes at this point.

"Yes ma'am, and I am awfully sorry but to be fair, he was trying to steal from me. I just meant to stop him, not do all this to him." said my dad.

The daughter was hiding behind her mothers skirts at this point. She almost looked like she thought my dad was going to come after her next. I don't think I've ever seen a girl that scared before or after the look on her face. Pure terror. That's what I'd call it. Like the kind of terror you see on the Animal Planet when the lion is chasing one of those gazelle through a field. Well this little girl was sure that my father was the mean old lion coming to eat her up for dinner.

"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO HIM?! HOW COULD YOU TAKE HIM AWAY FROM OUR LITTLE DAUGHTER!?" She screamed at the top of her lungs.

Wasn't long after a nurse and two security came into the room. Or maybe it was three, can't really remember. I just remember the biggest one shut her up right and proper. Even if my dad did put her husband in a coma, there's no need to yell it out to the world like that. Is there? Anyways, before I tell you this next part, let me tell you a little secret about my father. He loved to fight.

If you remember I told you he grew up in a tough household. Well it wasn't just his household, it was his entire neighbourhood. He lived with his two brothers, his sister, and his momma and daddy when he first started fighting. It got to a point where my uncles, or his brothers, knew he could fight so good they'd bring home people from school to fight him, and then bet on him. My dad would never lose.

As one of the security guards was asking her what the matter was, the other one tried to grab my dad by the arm. My dad always used to tell me two things. "Son, there's two things you don't do in this world. Throw rocks at Superman, and put your hands on me." At this point, I'm sure the security guard would rather me chucking rocks at Superman. When he grabbed my daddy, that's when all hell broke lose.

Well that's all I got time to write today, I'll write another one either tonight or in the morning. Hope you enjoyed this little snippet from my life. If you did, remember to follow me and comment and let me know what you think so I can either keep writing more or change some stuff. Take care readers!

Letting you know

Hey guys and gals (those of you who have seen my blog already) just wanted to let you guys know that this blog is just a place for me to express what little creationism I have. Yes they are fiction, but they will all be fun! I promise :).

I might even start updating a few times a day with different stories if I get a few followers, and people in the comments like it. Some of the stories will be loosely based on things that happened to me or those around me, but for the most part I'll just be storytelling.

I'll also try not to continue on with the same story for more than a week if I can help it. Or unless a particular story is well liked.

Thanks for reading guys.

First entry

Hello everyone, my name is John and this will be my first blog post. Let me warn you in advance however that I am not the smartest man to have walked the earth. I just tell stories mostly. Sometimes I just like to talk about my day and everything that went on. At the moment I am 18, unemployed and living with my parents. I know what you must be thinking, "Why would I read this guys blog? It sounds boring already." True. It might be boring and average but that is all I  have ever really wanted in life. To be boring and average.

December 25th, 1998

My life really began so to speak on December 25th 1998. Can't remember farther back than that anyways. that Christmas I recieved one of those plastic five foot high basketball hoops. I was so excited I could hardly stand it. I woke up that morning and remembered walking into my tiny living room in my two bedroom house. First thing I laid eyes on was that basketball hoop. Was quite hard to miss honestly, took up about half the room. As I wondered how santa claus did it, how he really came into my house when we had no chimney, how he really made all the toys for all the boys and girls, my parents came up behind me and gasped with enthusiasm.

"John! Do you see all the presents santa got for you this year?! You must have been a really good boy!"

And I was. I always was. Had to be living in my houe. You see, my father wasn't the meanest man ever but he sure knew how to scare you into doing whatever it was he asked. Which he did so quite often I might add. He grew up with a tough as nails father and a less than enthusiastic mother. Now don't get me wrong I loved my grandma (never knew my grandpa you see) but she was pretty strict on the few occasions I did visit her. She lived about 750 miles away in Arizona, so we didn't really visit much. I do remember she made the best pies in the world though.

Rambling on my first blog entry, this ought to turn out well.

Anywho, when I turned around to my parents to get the truth about this santa claus character I heard a noise in the backyard. Sounded like someone tossing around furniture. My dad quickly throws his robe on and walks outside with the bat he kept oh so close to his bed. As he walked out the door, he was hit in the side of the head by a would be burglar. (I mean honestly, who steals from little kids on christmas?) Trust me, it takes a lot more than a tap on the head to keep my dad down. That's for sure. Anyway, after getting hit in the head by what I later found out was a two by four, my father turns around and swings full force at the burglar. Did I mention my dad played baseball in highschool?


December 28th, 1998

Flash forward a couple of days. We're in the hospital near downtown Dallas, TX. Visiting who else but the would be burglar my dad whacked a couple of days ago. Whacked him so hard he put the man into a coma. Now my mother being who she is, we absolutely had to go visit this man. She stayed mad at my dad for weeks after that incident. Why? I never understood. He stopped a burglar from stealing my basketball hoop! That's all I cared about at the time.

Anyways, so we're in this huge hospital visiting a man who tried to steal from us on Christmas. I don't remember the time exactly but I do remember when we got there and asked for his room (We found his name out by reading the papers on the 27th. "WOULD BE BURGLAR STOPPED BY FATHER OF TWO!") there were two people standing over his bed which we later discovered were his wife and daughter. His wife was bawling her eyes out when we came into the room. See, we didn't know he was in a coma yet. We didn't find that out until we actually got into the hospital. When my dad clocked his we just thought he knocked him out. Techniqually he did, but the man slipped into a coma a few days later. Anyways, when his wife noticed my father she asked him who he was.

"Are you a friend of Brian's? Family? You'll have to excuse me if I don't recognize you... I'm pretty shaken by all this" she says to my father.

"Um.. Actually I'm the guy who did this to him. I wanted to come and apologize for what I did." my father tells her.

Suddenly the room got really quiet, even the sobbing stopped as she started at my father with her eyes as big as saucers. This is when I changed. When we all changed.


So yeah. That's the first "chapter" or "part" or whatever you want to call it of my blog/story. I just feel like I should explain to some people why I am the way I am. Who knows, I might find some old friends who could stumble upon this one day. But for now, I think I'll update it maybe once a day. Not like I have anything else to do.

So yeah if you like it, keep checking back for more of my interesting (although weird) life.