I'm back (for today)

Well, I still have yet to get internet at where I live now, so it will be awhile before I post more. I'm sorry about that, but I'll share something with you in the meantime.

Sometimes, inspiration hits me out of the blue. It could be from a song, another person, or just from the way the wind blows. But to be frank, this 'talent' of mine has left me with a lot of characters I create, and then forget about in an instant. The only characters I have ever stuck with were the ones I created when I was eight and just starting my writing.

But I guess writing about new people all the time only can strengthen my writing. Anyways, let me get to a point.

I am working on a new story, called Order Araneae. No, it is not a story about spiders, but rather, spiders are used as a symbol throughout the story, and they are what sets the 'play' in motion for both of the two main characters.

The story is about two orphans boys, Cario and Zhane, coming from very different backgrounds, and yet their adventures intertwine like spiderwebs. They meet at the orphanage and become brothers by blood, calling themselves the Araneae (because of the similar dreams they have about spiders). They then seperate, Cario going to a very loving family, and Zhane being forced into living with the man who killed his 'brother's' parents, Mericose. Cario forgets his life before his family, and Zhane is forced to abandon everything he knew in order to survive his father's abuse and deciet.
Years later, Cario is a young, bullied kid in high school looking for an escape. Zhane has adopted his father's power-hungry personality, and is possessed by the webs of his nightmares. They both find demonic objects, which will either save them, or tear their souls into pieces.

Now, just in case you weren't bored enough already, I will post a small quote and a link to the first chapter.

'Cario ran from the spiders, and was embraced by an angel; with dark, dreamless eyes, and a soul as dark as the night without the moon or the stars.
The other followed them, and he became possessed by a demon carved from gold, that slowly became himself.'

http://hell-of-the-darkness.deviantart.com/#/d2zp36j

On the health of myself and others.

(Picture by talented artist Comtess-Jezebel of deviantart)

My fiancee, Mark, had to miss work today. He seems to have a severe muscle strain in his lower abdomen area, something that is not good to have when you are swinging around a sledgehammer and climbing up and down ladders. Frankly, I felt safer with him staying home from work, but he seemed to be devastated, considering how difficult it is to keep your money nowadays. Some of us just can't afford to miss too much work.

We called the hospital last night and they told us that the walk-in started at 9:00.

So there we went at 8:30, driving to the hospital, listening to the new Disturbed Cd which is... strangely relaxing for a metal album. I had a little bit of trouble pulling into the hospital, mostly because I am only a beginner and my driver teacher didn't seem to know what he was doing at all. I cursed those white lines, and cursed such an early visit to the hospital because I am not too fond of getting up earlier.

We entered the hospital and waited about ten minutes for it to open, reading posters across the walls that had really nothing to do with our medical conditions, but they were somewhat helpful anyways.

Finally, we saw the metal curtains draw back across the reception desk, and we knew it was time. My fiancee and I walked over to the desk, greeted by a very decently pretty girl with longer light brown hair and pale skin that made her look more un-healthy then some of the patients. Pretending not to have noticed her very nice, slim figure, Mark asked her in his usual, laid back tone, "Do you know when the walk-in starts?"
She replied, "Oh, sorry, that doesn't start until 5:00 P.M."

Cursing our false information, we walked back out of the hospital, into our less-than-new truck, and back home (but of course, stopping for Subways on the way).

This trip started getting me thinking about my and Mark's health, and how major it always seems to us. Mark was completely frusterated and ashamed of himself for having to miss work because of his pulled muscles. I do admit, I do over-exaggerate about my conditions at time. I have Ulcerative Colitis, a condition that can be very painful when I eat the wrong kind of food. Every time I have a flare-up, I always whine and complain about the excruciating pain that I have to go through every single day.

The truth is though, if I decided to go back on my drugs, or if I just avoided the foods that flared my stomach, I could go through every day with out experiencing that pain at all. The only problem with the second option is that I love food a little to much to give up on it. Especially McDonalds; No way am I giving up my double Big Mac meal with a large Mcflurry.


Yes, I do have other issues that keep me feeling pain most of my life, but really, who doesn't? Is there any person in this world who is granted with a life without pain? We all go through times of bad health, bad spirits and terrifying emotions. For every moment of pain we go through, it makes ours bodies just that much stronger.

Besides, we always complain about what we don't have, but what about the people that don't have anything? You get the flu and have to stay home from work, so what do you do? You lay in a nice, warm bed all day, drinking chicken noodle soup and playing video games. What happens when all those nice elements are taken away? Imagine feeling the same amount of sickness, but without a bed, without any food, medicine or someone to tell you that, "Everything is going to be alright."



It's amazing how much we complain about, and overlook those little things in life that keep us alive.

Really, all I want people to take away from this blog is that we people, who are sitting at the computer, writing on our blogs (and sipping on hot chocolate) have a lot in life to be happy for. So the next time you're sick in bed, dwelling on how terrible you feel and how much money you'll lose from missing work, start listing off the things you do have, not the things you don't.

(Picture by the talented mjjones of deviantart)

Welcome To Wonderland

Well, I'm not usually one for this 'blogging', or whatever you'd like to call it, but my sister has a blog and I want to keep in touch with her.

So, I'll give it a try.

I'm not quite sure what I can blog about.

I like make-up, but to be frank, I'm not very intelligent in that type of area. I do wear make-up every day, but the only real make-up 'tricks' I know is how to make yourself look like a child and how to make yourself look like an anime character.

I do love to cosplay, but then again, I'm only an ametuer for that as well. I know how to throw together a costume of my favourite characters. I know how to act exactly like the character I'm cosplaying as, as well as what part in a skit would suit my character best.

Me, cosplaying as my Death Note OC Jonas.

My problem is that I cosplay alone because I come from a smaller, un-educated town that doesn't know enough about anime to tell the two Italy's apart or name at least five anime characters off the top of their head. In this day of age, most people have heard at least of Naruto and Bleach. The people in this town probably couldn't even tell you what 'Hello Kitty' was.

In case you're wondering, North Italy is the happy one.

I do love to roleplay and write books, and I'm pretty darn good at it too. The problem with that is that posting artworks and poetry on your blog makes you seem like some emo kid who is just trying to fit in with the fads.

Yes, I do write poetry, but I'm more into roleplaying at the moment. I create a character of my own, think up a backstory, draw up some poses and voila: It's ready for gaiaonline. It's a little bit frusterating trying to roleplay online though, considering that most of the people on that site are high school students, and I start work when everyone else is going home. I guess that's the price we must pay to make money, right?

So, really, I guess all I want to say is that my blog isn't a daily blog, or a make-up blog, or something some teenager just created for 'followers'. My blog is something I created for fun; something to document the short about of time that I have to live in. No matter who we are, and where we come from, we all have something we have in common: We are all running out of time on this broken down planet we come home. I'm pretty sure that most of us are also out there to enjoy it.

So sit back, relax, and take a look into the Wonderland that I have created for the world to see: The wonderful story of life, and everything and everyone who is enjoying it.

Picture done by LanWu of deviantart.