Easter is sugar.

Not church, not religious joy.

Sugar. That's all.

Wow. It's been a long time.

Lance has disappeared completely. He may or may not be quitting Graal, depending upon who you talk to. At the same time, Wryoko's returned.

2K1 Dev is empty, it's Spring Break for me, and I feel conflicted in that Graal is beginning to suck more than usual. I could quit again, but we all know that Graalians always come back.

Except Aftershock, what happened to him? He just kind of fell off the radar.

For all none of you wondering, my Christmas haul included:

iPod Video
512 RAM
Cologne
Candle that smells like real cookies
Kokopeli Vase
Clothing
New Room to replace the one Katrina ruined.

K atrina stole my Christmas Spirit, and yet I don't know if I should miss it.

The holiday that I revere and yet do not celebrate has come and gone; the Hurricane which took and gave my room has come and gone as well. And now I am alone, in a small house, feet from humans yet walking ever faster away from humanity. It's all just numb, and I don't want to talk about it. I don't want to write about it. I don't want to feel it again. Society has become addicted to catharsis. Why should I?

"It's an interesting cycle, this coming and going."

I return. Que sera. A new medium in which to express my innermost thoughts. Thoughts so dark and vile, none would dare look upon them. I need not inform you, my loyal sycophants, that such thoughts involve kittens, microwaves, and the classic Enya single, Only Time.

In less inane news, school begins anew on Monday.

Who are you?
The Builder of Wonders?
The Weaver of Falacies?
The Harbringer of Creation?
Mender of Bone, Enforcer of Law,
Seer of Salvation, Messanger of Despair;
I am none of these.
Neither Builder nor Weaver, Harbringer nor Mender,
Neither Enforcer, Messanger, nor Seer;
I am the Dreamer of Dreams
Recanter of the Stories
They flow from me
Words of my lips, of my pen, of my mind;
Gasping for breathe, thirsting for ink, dreaming of thoughts;
Historian of Worlds upon paper,
Keeper of the Stories,
Maker of the Tales,
Watcher of the Ages,
I am the Dreamer of Dreams
Recanter of Stories
Who are you?

Kagayaki

Oi, I'm sad.  I'm really sad, but not in an overt way.  It's more of a subtle sadness.  At school, I'm a member of the Yearbook Staff and a robotics team.  Both are large, having roughly thirty members apiece.  In Annual Staff, I'm at least experienced.  I'm not a newbie.  I know what to do, I have experience, and to a point I feel comfortable with everyone, I have a couple good friends there, but seeing how so many of the staffers have such close, total friends with them....well, it makes me wonder if I'm some loser with no friends.  I know, it's a foundationless idea, I know I have friends, good friends, all of whom I can see in my head: that is my ultimate test of knowing someone, knowing that I can see how they move, how they think, and how they feel.  Then, there's robotics.  I don't seem to be too popular.  As a matter of fact, I almost sense a subtle backlighting of...disdain?  Not quite that strong, but still a distaste. 

Perhaps this is all in my head...but I do feel so isolated. 

Well, a while back I posted about how nuerotically insane I am...I offer you further proof.  Today I found out about the science fiction concept, Grey Goo.  For those who don't know, Grey Goo is a nanobot that tears apart matter to make more of itself, and would eventually rip apart all the arth and those that live upon it, leaving a grey cloud that may or may not be goo-like. 

I live in a house connected to the main house, and had to run into there and back out because I was afraid the goo would eat me outside, and in the main house.

I am seriously afraid of everything :/

What is the big deal with cuss words?  I mean, some people act like the instant you utter one Satan will appear and stick a large rusted metal pipe up your rectum.  They're words, damn it!  Words only have as much power as we give them, and if you ask me, these words are, for the most part, simply the quickest way to express your strongest emotions.  Damn it.

Wow...would you look at this.

Lance, Me, Axel, Zurkiba, Nappa, Shadowless, Scott, Cheetos, Jagen, Geno...

It could happen.

2k1 can return. 

Perhaps the Ending has not yet been written?

I should begin by explaining that I'm a timid person.  With strangers, that is.  Or even with people who I'm only Level 3 friends with.  Yes, I classified friendships into levels, but that's another nuerosis to deal with.

I've been agonizing calling people for three days, I think.  I tell myself I'm going to go call, and I get the number, and I go sit down at the counter, pick up the phone...

And I freeze.  What if I'm interrupting them in the middle of dinner?  What if they're busy?  What if they're dieing and in so much pain and they hate me eternally for calling?  What if I say something stupid?  What if I blurt out what I'm thinking?

My fears are a friggid gauntlet, that squeezes at my voice, that makes a mute shadow of me, that breeds the hellish imagination, that erodes my soul, that leaves me empty.

Bah, I finnally called but still.  Even calling stores I do that

An ending has been written? You've done all that has been asked. You've traveled the full circle. You have returned to the Cleft through the fissure. You swam among the stars and saw the remnants of previous journeys. You have returned, and the pillars were returned, and now one more of the Bahro, the least, has been returned to D'ni. You don't need to understand what that means, only that the hand of the Maker has set it in motion.

Now the circle is complete, and the tree has begun to grow again. The path is now open, and so the symbol of the journey must change. Now the beginning is tied to the end. Now you can go where you wish. The restoration of D'ni awaits. The deep city breathes. Uru again.

And I will be concerned with other things. The least are becoming greater. They will now also affect the restoration, perhaps not the way others have planned.

You've learned about the pride of D'ni. The great writers of worlds were infected with pride that became a cancer. It grew quietly beneath the surface, but it grew until D'ni could live no more.

But those things have been told. You understand it well, I think. Let us end this cycle with rewards before we start the next cycle.

Relto. The high place. Your Age now. It was the first Age I wrote, a gift for my parents, and now much more. It reminds me of another home, another place. I even placed the library in the place it belongs.

But Relto will change. It will be your soul, showing what you are. Only I could write Relto. It is beyond what the D'ni could accomplish. Keep it.

And I've given you clothing that represents your journey. Wear this to show others what side you've taken, when sides are taken. When you wear it you will tell all that you side with us, with Yeesha, with the Bahro. It will not always be easy.

And another gift is here, a link to the Cleft, here in Tomahna. You haven't been able to return here, but now you can. This book will take a special place on your shelf. This place is not meant to be shared. Return here alone when you wish to remember the cycle of things.

Returning. One final gift. Something that no D'ni Writer has been able to do for more than ten thousand years. I alone can write this gift. I alone am chosen to do this, and more. This gift is what my father, Atrus, would have longed to give his grandmother, Ti'ana. What Ti'ana longed for, and danced for. The gift of life in the desert. Perhaps the ending has not yet been written

Oi.  I feel kind of bad, looking at some of Shadowless' entries.  His show a whole lot of thought and other various things.

Ah well, to each his own.  I suppose I'll start recording my dreams here.  For last nights dream, I was on Relto in Uru, and put in something in the fireplace code on Myst.  It swuung around and there it was, this huge grey building called the Myst Museum.  Went in, down a staircase, and what did a find?  An old man checking over what was obviously a green leather-bound descriptive book, and an old woman that at one point in the dream began to shower.  Blame that part on watching Duplex last night *shiver*.

It's odd, I'm able to remember all my dreams very clearly now.  I think I'm getting the hang of Lucid Dreaming.  Bah, now if only I can find a way to apply ir.

I really should be reading the Great Gatsby, and calling Anna....Damn procrastination.

Work on CoV is starting again.  I'm the guniea pig, it seems.  Damn Riim.

I'm feeling reeeeally sick today, especially with all of Moonie's crap.  That woman is a total nazi. 

The Great Gatsby is a horribly boring book.

I'm bored today.  Bah!

2K1 IS UNDERWAY.

Bellasera contnues it's proud construction, while Malenth is just now underway.

Bellasera has become a kind of Atlantean thing. 

Cool:D

Bah.  Path of the Shell woln't get here until tomorrow.  Damn dirty Tenesse FedEx workers. 

Have you ever tried to order an Expansion Pack and get it the day it's released?

It's hellish.  Mainly because Uru was a little...underrated.  I digress, the point is that the game comes out on July 7th, right?  The EARLIEST Amazon.com could say I would get my copy was the 15th.  The latest was the 26th. 

I am not that patient.

World of Warcraft, that coveted game.  I'm a level fifteen Tauren Shaman on the PVP Server, so I woln't claim to have seen it all.  I have seen moronic Alliance griefers murder the poor Wyvern Master, but not it all.  Quests for the Horde are neither as plentiful nor as directing as the Alliance:  Alliance Quests gradually lead you through the areas you need to go to- Horde quests are kind of mix matched.  I'm also a Skinner and Leathercrafter by trade, and there is little in this wonderous game that gives me more pleasure then ripping the flesh and skin off my fallen opponents, and stitching them into a fine and attractive pair of pants. 

For today's quests, I had to hunt down wild lions several levels higher than me, and for this the Quest Giver rewarded me by making me go out, cut the bladders out of three large raptors, and defile the poor scythetail raptor's nests with them.

I feel dirty.

On a brighter side, Wednesday brings the promise of the Path of the Shell.  Yay Path of the Shell.  Anyone out there not playing Uru is commanded to buy Complete Chronicles, a collection of the main game and both expansion packs.

I'd like to welcome you all to the Takotah.

Did you bring the doughnuts?

FOOL.

Perhaps the ending is not yet written....