Post by Alex Fendetta on Jun 3, 2008 14:43:04 GMT -5
Well here's the first Journal Entry of the weird me, Alex. Enjoy.
Entry One. Worst Life Moments
The first worst life moments, to my parents, were my birth. They hated and hated me and wanted me to undergo surgery. I rememberer this all to well from the Servant that was there at the birth. I grew up as a kid in Dublin being ignored for most of my life. I wasn't beat but was ignored horribly. If I did one wrong thing, I was sent to my room to stay there and they wouldn't let me out during the summer. They sent the maids to bring food to me and other things. Luckily I had a room with a bathroom in it so I was pretty good there. But this one servant, the one I didn't know a bit would come and tell me stories of fastening tales of magic and adventure. He did this while getting my dirty clothes for laundry. But he brought me books of mostly fiction. I read and read ignoring the technology of different games and toys that littered my floor. And I read instead. Maids and Servants were scared of me for ignoring all of these nice things and wearing the strangest clothes. Oh ya that reminds me of this one time I stuck the sides of my hair out and hide behind a wall and when the oldest maid came by I jumped out and she started yelling "MONSTER! MONSTER! THE CHILD's A MONSTER!" I laughed so hard and ran off laughing for about half an hour. Well those are mostly the important times of my past.
Entry One. Worst Life Moments
The first worst life moments, to my parents, were my birth. They hated and hated me and wanted me to undergo surgery. I rememberer this all to well from the Servant that was there at the birth. I grew up as a kid in Dublin being ignored for most of my life. I wasn't beat but was ignored horribly. If I did one wrong thing, I was sent to my room to stay there and they wouldn't let me out during the summer. They sent the maids to bring food to me and other things. Luckily I had a room with a bathroom in it so I was pretty good there. But this one servant, the one I didn't know a bit would come and tell me stories of fastening tales of magic and adventure. He did this while getting my dirty clothes for laundry. But he brought me books of mostly fiction. I read and read ignoring the technology of different games and toys that littered my floor. And I read instead. Maids and Servants were scared of me for ignoring all of these nice things and wearing the strangest clothes. Oh ya that reminds me of this one time I stuck the sides of my hair out and hide behind a wall and when the oldest maid came by I jumped out and she started yelling "MONSTER! MONSTER! THE CHILD's A MONSTER!" I laughed so hard and ran off laughing for about half an hour. Well those are mostly the important times of my past.