Hey boys and girls! I miss Xangalizing (socializing with Xangans) like crazy. Now that things are calming down and I’m getting into the school routine, my Xanga time should increase significantly. That means not only can I read your good stuff and comment and get involved in drama and all that, but I’ll also be able to write some good stuff that you guys can comment on too! Yay! So here’s the deal; I’m gonna fill you in on some things going on in my life, then you guys can fill me in on anything I’ve missed on Xanga.

I’m a senior this year. Which is cool, but also scary. And kinda lame since I can’t drive. I go to a small school (18 students. Yes, that’s K-12.), so not too much happens there, although there was a fight today on the bus coming back from a filed trip. It was kinda entertaining. And to make school even more boring, my girlfriend got a job at a cafe, so she’s gone in the early afternoons. She’s pretty amazing, but I think I’ve mentioned that a few times. Although she’s pretty mean to me too…oh well. She’s worth it. And she’s a;ways telling me to take my shirt off…she’s weird.

I have a 3.72 GPA. And I’m pretty good at physics and trig. I didn’t think I was that smart.

Basketball practice has started. Our coach is pretty hard on us, although it seems that way to me because I am rather, er…fluffy. We do some of the P90X as our practice warm-ups. It hurts, but I’m losing weight. We have 28 games this season. Last year, I think we had 16. Big jump. But I guess it increases our chances of winning more.

I am remodeling my room. Finally! It’s gonna be a lightish blue, with medium gray carpet (it’s called sharkskin, if that helps you visualize the color). It’s gonna be cool. I’m looking for a love seat or small couch that will fit in there. That’d be boss.

Well, that’s all I got. Your turn! What have I missed on Xanga, friends? Or maybe you could tell me some things that’s happened in your life?

I fully intended to make a tribute to 9/11 yesterday, but my time on the computer is limited because we only have one computer in my house, and since my mother is one of the most selfish people I know, she is on it 98% of the time. Right now, I am neither in the mood, nor do I have the time, to make a post deserving of a tribute, and such an occasion deserves more than a hasty, halfhearted attempt at one, so I will simple say I will never forget what happened on that day, and although I do not know anyone personally who was involved in, or had a family/friend involved in the actual attack, it still has affected me, as it has our entire nation. To this day, I still pray for the families that were affected, and it still brings a tear to my eye whenever I think of what those people in the towers and the planes went through.

I hope that my time and frequency on Xanga will increase soon, for I miss the company of my online companions. My day isn’t going to well, but it’ll turn out ok.

Ending on an extremely happy note, my awesome, wonderful, adorable, amazing girlfriend, is awesome, and I have yet to regret, even for a second, asking her out, even though I had to go through the awkward talk with her father, and these last three months have been the happiest in my life in quite some time.

Have a great day everyone. God bless you, and God bless America, our nation UNDER GOD.

I love a good book. Many a time I’ve looked at the clock and founds that I’ve read for four or five hours straight. It’s a good feeling, submerging myself into a whole other world, forgetting real life problems, taking on a whole new identity. My favorite book series is Animorphs, except for the ending, but that’s a different story. Action, drama, some sci-fy, as long as it’s well written, I’ll read it, but especially mysteries. I have at least four collections of mystery stories, plus a huge collection of Sherlock Holmes. I love pausing, trying to make my own deductions, guessing at who could be the culprit. I’m actually pretty good at it. But there’s one collection of short stories I own, called Cop Cade, it’s got some great stories in there.  There’s one real short one, by a guy named Ned Guymon, and it’s one of the greatest short stories I’ve ever read, so I just had to share it with you guys. So here it is.

                                           CONVERSATION PIECE

                                                    by  Ned Guymon

“No!”
“Yes.”
“You didn’t!”
“I did.”
“When?”
“Just now.”
“Where?”
“Bathroom.”
“Dead?”
“Yes.”
“God!”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“You know.”
“I don’t”
“You do.”
“Unfaithful?”
“Yes.”
“With whom?”
“With you.”
“No!”
“Yes.”
“She didn’t-”
“She did.”
“We didn’t-”
“You did.”
“You knew?”
“I knew.”
“How long?”
“Long enough.”
“What now?”
“Guess.”
“Police?”
“Later.”
“Why later?”
“Guess again.”
“Tell me!”
“Look.”
“Oh no!”
“Oh yes.”
“You can’t!”
“I can.”
“Please!”
“Don’t beg.”
“Forgive me!”
“Too late.”
“Good God!”
“Goodbye.”

“Operator?”
“Yes, sir.”
“The police.”

So I’m spending the week with some friends of mine. They moved away like 5 years ago, and I try to spend a week with them every summer. I missed last year, but I worked it in this year. They’re a large family, all boys, but I consider myself friends with the youngest three. The youngest (Let’s call him N) has been one of my best friends, and at one point we were inseparable. I’ve told him more things than anyone else, and we’ve had a pretty tight bond. The second to last (B) is a great friend too, but we’ve never connected quite as much. Anyway, I get down here, and N is spending most of his time with his girlfriend, who is controlling and just not cool. So I’ve mostly been hanging out with B, which is cool, but me and N, we used to be so tight…

It just has me thinking, y’know? I hate when I get into one of these moods. I hate doing it, but I catch myself doing it often. Looking at old letters and pictures, revisiting old memories, daydreaming.

Reminiscing.

Thinking of times when life was better, or so I think.
Times when I was younger.
Freer.
I had less to worry about.
Less burdens to bear.
When I hadn’t been through what I have now.
When pain was physical, not emotional.
When the biggest choice to make was which video game to rent next.
When friends were many, and enemies were few.
And the friends were true and loyal.
There was no such thing as a back stab.
When the choices of adults barely affected me.
And I certainly didn’t know the grim details of them.
When the worst rumor was that so-and-so loves so-and-so.
The worst insult was buttface, or something derived from it.
When everyday was an adventure.
When it seemed life would never change,and could only get better with time.
When I was naive and happily ignorant.




No, I’m not depressed; on the contrary, life is better now than it has been in years. There’s just time when I wish I could go back, just for a day…

This was my first crack at a RP, reposted from an old site. The first story. I said I’d post one, so here it is. I could keep going in the story if it is so desired, just let me know.

It stinks. Like mildew. Or moldy gym socks. I can’t tell which. I can see the target. He’s asleep on the couch not 10 feet away. I can hear his snoring over the tv he left on. He’ll never watch a rerun of the Simpsons again. That was his favorite show. His favorite snack, a bag of Lays BBQ potato chips, was laying on the floor next to him. It was time. 1:30. As a leaped down from my perch on the window, I drew my keyblade. I glance to my left and saw what was going to cause this man’s death. Drugs. I was here because this guy was the city’s biggest drug dealer. I was at the couch now. His chest rose, then fell again. As I drew back my blade I watched him take his last breath.

My name is Riku. I’ve been called other things. Like traitor. Killer. The Grim-Reaper. Heartless. “That one good looking guy”. See, even after all I’ve been through I still have my humor. That maybe the main thing that’s kept me alive. That, and skills. I’m not one to brag, but I am very good at what I do. “What does he do?” That’s what you’re thinking, right? Well, telling you could put you in grave danger… I’m a hitman. Not the kind that just kills for money. I’m the kind that needs a veeeeeeeery good reason. I work on the good side of the law, but they wouldn’t tell you that. Why am I telling you all this? Because. Isn’t that a good enough reason? No? Okay, because it’s about time someone understood me. Only one person does. One person I haven’t seen in a very long time…. Anyway, I better go. I’m tired, and I still have to get out of here before this guy’s first client of the day shows up at 2:15.

Whaddya think?

I am back from my final camp of the summer. It was pretty fun. Everyone was split up into six different team (guys and girls on seperate teams) and I was made captain of team #6. At first, I was pretty excited. Everyday in the afternoon we would play 3 different games (soccer, softball, basketball, volleyball, and a game kinda like polo) and the team with the best win/loss record won. Plus, scores for putt putt and riflery were added to the overall scores. Even though my team (there were 9 of us) was pretty well rounded, they hardly ever listened to me, and we only won 3 out of 9 games. And we didn’t do that great at putt putt. I figured overall, we’d get 5th or 6th place.

We got 2nd! I was shocked and super happy. I believe two thing s saved us: our riflery scores (out of 100 points, we had a guy with 99, 3 others including me got 85, 4 got above 80, and on got 61), and I memorized 94 Bible verses, so we got extra points for that. I also got a trophy for it, too.

I can’t believe the S word is like 2 weeks away. *shivers* ‘Nuff said.

My girlfriend’s birthday was yesterday. I wrote her a letter, but it wasn’t that great, so I’m gonna get her something else. I’d say what, but she’s a devout reader of my blog. She’s amazing. Like the awesomest thing that’s happened to me in quite some time.

Shoutout to Dave: Glad you’re staying!

I think I’m going to put up one of my old roleplaying stories this week.

That’s all I got.

As you all know, there has been much drama around Xanga lately, with Dave and all that involves, and the added plus of Ricky vs. Paul, and now Dan has subtly said his piece, or at least some of it. I have put in my say here and there, but I figured I might as well address it all in a post.

You all know how I feel about the Dave part of it. I know considerably more about the situation, but I stand by the fact that Dave has done much for this community, and I am in his corner, even if my dear study buddy (Dan) isn’t.

Yes, Dave has done a lot for this community. Unlike DearRicky. Gosh, I have so much to say about that. 

First of all, I’m not going to be a jerk, I’m just calling it like I see it. But I have never heard so much complaining before in my life. I mean just his blog in general. Every time something little pops up, he has to post about it, blowing it 100 times bigger than it is, bashing people and their friends, then he’ll send out MM’s about it, and no matter what happens, he always makes it out like he’s the victim. I’ve tried to stay away from posting about him because that seems to be a fad, and I’m not one to follow a crowd, but this dude’s annoying! The entire time I’ve been on Xanga, every time I’ve seen that little asian kid’s face, I’ve wanted to give him something to really cry about. Seriously, he acts like he’s the modern day Job, just minus the humility and..well, all the good stuff about Job. This guy complains about drama so much, but he creates most of it himself. He accuses others of lying, and when they apologize, he refuses it. He’s just too stupid and attention hungry to realize that he could stop the drama whenever he felt like i, simply by dropping it. Even his so-called friends have told him this. But he’ll probably just accuse them of being against him, create a post about how horrible they are, drag their name through the mud, say something nasty about their friends, and then send out a mass message about how he’s been attacked and betrayed.  He claims he’s leaving, but that’s a load of crap, and the smart ones know it. He can’t leave: if he did, he wouldn’t be able to find people to feel sorry for him. Besides, leaving would be doing something good for this site, and he wouldn’t dare do that.

Paul, Paul, Paul. I have so much to say about his actions. They have effected this site more than anyone, past or present, combined. I mean, look at what he’s done! Paul has…wait, what did he do? Oh yeah, he made a site. Why would he do such a thing!? We shouldn’t have people doing that here! People making sites should be frowned on. What else did he do? Oh yeah, he gave his opinion on that site. *the crowd gasps* Yeah, I know! It’s horrible! Who does that!? Not only did he make a site, but he also voiced his very own opinion? Paul, Paul, Paul. How could you?

In all seriousness, Paul cracks me up. I told Ricky they’re both being immature about it, but at least Paul is entertaining. And I’ve read some of his poems. He actually uses this site for one of the reasons it was made. Not to moan and groan about all the big bad meany faces, but to share a talent with the community.

Finally Dan. Dan is my study buddy. I’m a bit obsessive about this, and I’m not sure why. I guess it’s my way of reminding him and myself that we once had a conversation (I think it was on someone’s XTV). Dan, we should decide what subject we are studying.

Oh, and of course Dan gets involved in the drama. It’s Dan. This is his site.

So that’s my bit. Opposing views are welcome, though not encouraged.

I don’t do too many letter posts. I believe the last one I did was rather personal. But I refrain from writing letters to Xangans, especially Xangalebraties, because I don’t want people to think I am insincere and doing it simply for the rec of that Xangan. But I believe this letter ought to be written, and so, here it is.

Dear Vanedave:

I really don’t know too much about what is going on. But honestly, it doesn’t matter. My thoughts would be the same even if I knew the entire thing. I have already commented on your recent post, and I was going to say some of this, but I held back, figuring you’d write me off as some overdramatic guy who probably took too much ecstasy. But after reading the mass message, I realized I should say it, if not for your sake, then for the sake of those who need to realize something: you have been taken for granted.

Some people say you brought this on yourself. They believe that you are a true blue jerk, and that the persona you’ve created for yourself is the true you. (You know, that aggressive cynical douchebaggish attitude that most of us have grown to love.) But those of us who are smart realize that that personality is just a piece of you, taken from the comedian side: and you have entertained us with it. The controversy, the contests, Pimp Dave, drama you’ve started; it’s all been for entertainment (both yours and ours, I’m sure.) And even though I used to be bugged by some of it, I learned that it was what you did. That on the other side of the computer screen sat a guy not too different from myself, who despite how his blog came off, he was really a nice guy, but rarely showed his real self to the internet world (which can be a smart choice). He had found something I am still looking for. Something alot of Xangans strive for, and fizzle out because it is lost to them. He had found his niche in this community.

It was sometimes an unappreciated niche, but as the evidence points out; we, the Xangan community, not only wanted it, but some have needed it. Nothing like a Dave post to brighten your day. Or maybe it was one of your more…distasteful posts. Then there’s a bunch of people making fools of themselves on the comment section, not to mention the after-posts it brings. Or how about the contests you’ve organized. The debate tourney was cool, and I had a blast in that douchebag tourney (although I firmly believe I was jipped. My reply was golden.) And just talking about you is fun. I know I’ve used a few Vanedave jokes to spice up my post.

As a community, we tend to take some people for granted. I believe you are one of them. Your antics are much needed on this site, and I for one would be grateful if you stuck around. I understand that real life may be stressful, or whatever is going on for you, but like I said in my comment, Xanga can sometimes have a knack of helping out with stuff like that. Maybe you could reach down and pull out some of Pimp Dave: I’m sure he wouldn’t let anyone run him off of his site. He’s got too many [female dogs] on here to give it up. But whatever your decision is, just remember that all of Xanga wasn’t and isn’t against you.

Sincerely,

Aaron, Like_A_Tigah

Well, how are all of my Xangan friends this evening? I am doing wonderfully horrible. Or maybe horribly wonderful. I haven’t decided yet. My girlfriend’s amazing. I just had to let all of you know that. Right now, I have no idea what to blog about. Once summer’s over, and I actually have a general schedule, I’m sure my blogging skillz will pick up more. But I’ve been busy, and gone, and my computer hates me, so it’s been a bit hard to keep up. Xanga Falls was awesome to do. Although it seems to be spiraling down. I hope it doesn’t though. So I’m thinking about posting the main story of my old RP (roleplaying) site, when I rped (roleplayed) as Riku from Kingdom hearts. It would be entertaining to me since it was like 2 or 3 years ago, so I’m not sure how my writing skillz were. Personally, I think I’m pretty good at fiction, but that’s just me. Did I mention my girlfriend is amazing? You know what else is amazing, although not nearly as amazing as her? The movie Tombstone. With Kurt Russell. It’s a western. It’s awesome. Um, pizza’s here, so I’ll wrap this up. I finally understand the psychology behind my Sleepless Nights poem. I got another stalker message, so I’m feeling pretty important now and days. Anyway, let me know if you want to read the RP story, if not, I’ll just put up something else sometime this weekend. Blog on

I wait a few minutes, waiting for the other team to come, or other teammates to arrive and help, but no one comes. It’s just me. I glace at my watch: three minutes left. Uh-oh.

I guess it’s up to me.

I dash out of my hiding spot, limping toward the stairs. I descend them as quietly and swiftly as possible. I reach the main floor, and it opens up, like a vast labyrinth. But I remember what it looks like from my bird’s eye view from sniping, so I hobble in the general direction of the F.L.A.G. I round a barrier, and there it is; right where I saw it last, with no one around. I grasp it’s handle, and drag it behind me. It wasn’t as fast as I shied, limping with my gun in front of me, the F.L.A.G. dragging along behind me, but it was the best I could do with my injured leg. I frantically glance around as I make my way toward the stairs, constantly alert, waiting for the inevitable sound of gunfire.

But by the time I reached the stairs, I was still alone. I step onto the first step, and a man zoomed in past me, already halfway down the staircase before it clicks that he’s on my team. He makes a motion with his hand for me to stop, then another one signalling to come down. Confused, I look behind me, and realize the second signal was not for me: there was another teammate behind me. He, too, descends the stairs in front of me. Then they both motion for me to join them at the bottom, so I do, toting the F.L.A.G. behind me. When we enter the basement, we find a long, dark hallway, and my teammates scout ahead, making sure all is safe. As we navigate our way through the mazelike, dimly lit corridors, we never once come across an enemy. It was as silent as death.

Finally, we arrive at the base. The final destination for the F.L.A.G. It’s a wide room, like a machanic’s garage, but it’s filled with boxes. Everywhere, boxes stacked on boxes, countless hiding places, with who knows how many Reds lurking behind them, guarding the place. waiting for us to arrive. Another glance at my watch: two minutes. Well, here we are.

My allies motion for me to stop, so I hide behind a stack of three boxes, the F.L.A.G. secured behind me. As they enter the room, one trips over a box, making its contents scatter across the floor with a loud clang. Suddenly three Reds jump up from behind various hiding places, open firing. My teammates quickly duck behind cover while returning fire. Suddenly the room is filled with the sound of fire as a war of six vs. six erupts! I stick my gun around the boxes and blindly fire, hoping to dram attention away from my allies so they can take proper aim. But to no avail. As I stick my head out to aim, a bullet grazes my arm. I fire off a few shots then duck back, inspecting the damage. Not too bad.  Again, I peek out, attempting to send at least one of these Reds where they belong. But again, they concentrate at me, this time, a shot barely missing my head. They must know I have the F.L.A.G.! One of my allies realizes this, and in a valiant attempt give me a chance to move closer, he rises from behind his cover, and open fires. They immediately take the bait, and return fire. Helplessly, I watch as one of my saviors is cut to pieces, his gun still firing as he falls backwards, undoutedly gone before his body hits the cold, hard cement. My other ally is not as slow as I, and he jumps up, firing as the Reds reload. His bullets hit their intended target, dropping a Red like a sack of potatoes. He moves closer, shooting aggressively. I look down at my wrist: 30 seconds! My partner realizes the urgency, and encourages me to move up. Hesitantly, I obey, shooting as I move closer to our destination. A Red pops up from his hiding place, and I take aim. But even as I squeeze the trigger, I realize that for once, I was too slow. Although I hit him in the arm, his bullets hit me square in the chest. With a grunt, I drop to my knees. My ally sees what’s happened, and he retreats behind better cover. I crawl behind a box, losing strength with eery breath. The F.L.A.G. stands where I left it, all alone. With a feeling of agony and defeat, I watch as my killer grabs the handle I had died to hold onto. 20 seconds. I had failed…

But then, my partner jumps up, shooting the Red square in the face. He leaps over the barrier in front of him. He rushes to the F.L.A.G. and grabs hold of it, dragging it closer to it’s destination. Twenty feet….fifteen…ten, with ten seconds left! But then, a Red comes out from behind a stack of boxes, and takes aim. My teammate doesn’t see him! I try to cry out, but I’m too weak, and my voice doesn’t obey me. Then, a single shot rings out…

…and the Red crumples to the floor. My teammate looks toward the entrance to the room, and I follow his gaze. There stands two Boonies, one of which hold a smoking gun. Just in time! My ally, with one last surge, drags the F.L.A.G. onto the area marked out for it, just as my watch goes off. We had made it, without a second to spare! I close my eyes: Mission, accomplished.

The first, and most epic game of laser tag/capture the flag ever. By the way, the Boonie with the smoking gun: my girlfriend. 

Hope you enjoyed. I’m back from camp, had a not so great time. Maybe I’ll tell you about it later.