Death & the Daughter

I paced the dark corridor and I hoped for the best. I hoped my wife and the child don’t feel the icy sting of Death’s grasp. A dark figure approached, as he passed his cloak of night grazed my arm, a sense of necrosis overcoming me until the cloak was removed.
“Stop,” I yelled. He turned, as if commanded by a force greater than myself.
“ Death,” I asked, “why do you come?”
“I am on a mission for the Evilest One,” Death said and continued walking toward his destination. I feared for the child, a fear greater than any I have ever felt.
“Death, what do you want with her?”
He turned and stopped again, “She is to be a thorn in His side if she doth not shed her mortal coil.”
“Demon, Foul Beast of Perdition, you shall not have her,” I grabbed my cross and thrust it in the reaper’s face to no accord.
“Sir,” he chuckled throwing me against the wall with but a gesture, “You would learn well not to tempt death with such frivolous idols. I am no Demon, far from it, I am merely a pawn of the grand design forced to work for the Omnifarious One.”
“Then why work for Him,” I said trying to regain my strength.
“Fates have decreed it as such, even I have a destined path,” a smirk crossed his virulent skeletal face, he was obviously thinking of the later gifts that would come his way.
“You shan’t touch my daughter you incorrigible cur,” I said charging again.
“Oh yes, you do not know,” Death seemed to get giddy at this thought.
My heart sank and I was frozen, “Tell me what.”
“You have no daughter, the maid in the room awaiting me is His,” he burst out abruptly and with a laugh.
“You’re a liar, she is mine, I know it,” I felt the tears run down my face stinging my eyes and staining my face, “I, will, kill, you. I will kill you with my bare hands.”
“You kill Death,” again that horrible, ghastly smirk appeared, “come now that idea, novel as it may be, is but an exercise in futility. As I stated earlier, as long as she is within the mortal realm she will plague Him.”
“So you’ll kill her, no, even if she isn’t mine, I won’t let you.”
“No I’ll bring the child to her real father, He will make her immortal.”
“You’re telling me that the daughter, whom I raised, is the devil’s child, destined to rule by his side,” my tears were practically blinding me and the taste of salt was burning my tongue.
“Congratulations are in order my friend, you have at last admitted the truth.”
“You won’t take her, you won’t.”
“My friend, I had such high hopes for you, I thought you would be one of the few to make your own destiny,” and at that I lunged for a final time. Death caught me by the throat. My breath lessened; the world began to blink in and out as I lost my grip on this terrestrial plane.
“Why my friend, why do it? Is it just the curse of humanity, is that why you dance with me forever?”
“No,” I attempt to yell but nothing comes out except for a gasp. I see my wife walk down the halls with her daughter in grasping her hand, a look of delight upon her innocent face. Did she know this whole time?
“Traitor,” I try this time but still nothing that even sounds like word escapes my lips.
“Did you explain it to her?” Death asked.
“Yes, she understands her part that she is to play in the world. My, do you know how hard it is to explain the necessity of evil?”
“I feel that it is fate that plays with us. I mean is it her that is destined to stop all natural forces, even me, with but a glance.”
“You know as well as I do, that such talk is beyond me. She is now, and forever, untouchable to you.”
My last vision before I heard that dreadfully, horrible snap was of my wife handing that child to Death. And to think I actually feared for their lives. Ha, I bet they didn’t even share that sentiment, well except for death himself.

OMFG Zubat

So my brother just scared the bejesus out of himself with a stuffed Zubat that hangs from our ceiling. Kind of humorous. I really don't want to write tonight. Sorry guys. Maybe tomorrow.
Farewell,
Anthony

My Sincerest Apologies

So like the tittle implies, I am sorry that I have been a little lax on my whole self imposed deadline. I know it is not right to neglect my work, or blog in this case. Speaking of neglecting my work, I am failing physics, a class I understand without any effort really, but still refuse to do my work in. It is much like Pre-Calculus, another class I don't do my work in. I am told this is why my parents chose to yell at me yesterday, a point I vehemently argued with my brother. Was it my lack of effort, or my grade they were protesting? In truth it is really the grade, although my brother's seventy-three turned into a ninety-four during the argument. Think about it, would they have been so angry at my lack of conviction for my school work if i got say an A, or even as low as a B- in the class? The answer, no.

I wish I was better at something like art, something that I could use to easily instill my emotions into others. Actually I never really thought of it that way, Art is an injection of the emotion used to paint the point. I like that quote, I think I am going to use it as my myspace name. Oh and if you see anyone else claiming it as there own, tell them if they really need to steal that quote they need the injection more then I need to give it. Well that sucks I can't even use it as a myspace name, 'tis to long.

'Tis is a really cool word. It is is one of the set of words that I know that have two contractions, It's and 'Tis, both of which have the same letters. You know I find words in general just really cool. In my mind I find the word Aesthetic to have a certain bit of onomatopoeia. Don't ask I just do. I just like the way that the A and the E look next to each other.

So I don't know what else to write. I feel bad, and kind of like I gipped you, but we all know what time it is. That's right, Oneword:
I believe that we are all created equal. It is what we do with your equalities that help us create our inequalities. If we could do away with being equal at birth, and be born unequal. Could we then strive to be truly equal.
So I like that, really says something about me right? Well that is all.

Good Night,
Tony V

Real quick like

Sorry about not post' last night. Oh and that is posting for those of you who don't know. That type of abbreviation is my blogs name sake. Apocopate means taking off the last syllable or letter of a word. So ya the reason I didn't post last night was simply tiredness. I know that sounds lame, but hey do I look like I care.

Nothing really towards productivity. Oh wait I have been reading my book, I am only twenty one pages in( I can't seem to get into the mood for reading). It turns out that my presumption was wrong, so far it has been the kid talking of the dinner parties his family would have with dear M. Swann, a man they think far below their own class, despite having evidence to the opposite. The only thing that I thought was weird was the way he describes his mother's kiss, so far it seems to be his highlight, having mentioned it three or four times so far( that is every five or so pages). I don't know some would call it sweet, it just creeps me out. I was right to assume the book would be spectacular, I am only twenty pages in and I am really wishing I could find a way to sit and read it for a long time.

So I have a drill meet today, hopefully we don't have any Negative Nancies, or Pessimestic Pennies, I really want to try and win Knock-out. Knock-out is a fun game where we, you guessed it, drill. Basically it test your technical knowledge, and knowledge of execution. Okay I am over complicating things, it is Simon Says. But still if I could win I would get a cool little medal that says I am better at Simon Says then everyone else that day. Even still, if I manage to get far in it is still fun.

So I think that is enough for the blog of last night. No Oneword for now, they only have one word a day. Till later tonight.

Farewell
Tony V

Wow can I do it?

It seems that keeping this day to day thing is harder then I originally thought it would be. I seem to be having a hard time of meeting my deadline at ten each night. And as such I don't have much to write about, I am uninspired.

Well let us see what is in the old brain shall we. ... Oh I have to start thinking about the research paper for English tomorrow. Well that isn't fair, calling it only an English paper, it also counts as part of my graduation project.

For those of you who do not know what a graduation project is, it is a project that will allow you understand more about who you are and how you have grown in your four years in the wooden confines of a desk. The only downside to it is that if you fail the overall thing, boom, no graduation. At least I can see the positive in it. The amount of time that one is required to put into such a project is astronomical, compared to comparable projects thought your high school career. But just as the mantra of many teachers state, "It helps prepare you for college." Maybe it does, maybe it doesn't, but if that is its main point why do career prep students required to do it? For the same reason listed above, it helps you discover yourself.

On top of this paper I also have pre-calculus homework, physics, and a PowerPoint for JROTC that I volunteered to do. Pre- calculus isn't hard, it is just that I have a tendency to not want to do my work, a trait I have been told that will bite me in the but. The same thing with physics. The JROTC one is another story, I am actually looking forward to doing it. It is on Eddie Slovik, for those of you who do not know who he is, he was the only american executed for cowerdice in World War Two.

On top of this work we recently got progress reports, oh dread. I have bad grades in most of my classes. This only happens because I "don't apply myself." Which isn't true, mostly, I just don't like turning in late work. To me it is against the principle of the thing. I know that a thirty is still better than a zero, but oh well.

So I am about done. One last thing and that is oneword:

The vultures circled over head.
"They can tell you are close to death,"I said. "It won't be long till they have you."

I would have really liked for this to turn out better, such promise. OH well, sorry to disappoint

It is all over now.

Farewell,

Tony Valentine

True self

So I kind of want to post a blog that lives up to the adage "warts and all." Which simply means, that if I don't know how to spell it, I will spell it however I damn well please.

It annoys me that I can't indent like I am used to doing on my word processors( Mostly wordperfect, I despise Word), which is why I choose to double space in betwixt each paragraph.

I like words like that. Those little ten dollar words that impress some teachers and make other teachers feel like you plagerized(first misspelling) a paper. It always annoys me when a teacher insinuates I plagiarized a paper(spelled right the second time cause I looked to see how to really spell it on the first one), even if I did rip it off from a website. I mean at least I have the decency to change the words around and elaborate from my knowledge. Is that really plagiarism? Yes. That to me seems like creative license, but what do I know I am just some dumb teenager with a supposed supperior level IQ.






So as you can sumize from this ever so helpful chart above I have a adjusted score of around one hundred and thirty.

So I was annoyed earlier, and as such I was planning on writing this blog about that said annoyance. I say my brother is on longer than I, he says it is the other way around. So it comes to that when I want to get on he says I whine. Which isn't really true, I just have to ask him multiple times because he doesn't even acknowledge me when I ask.

C'set la vie (or however that is spelled) I guess. As we are nearing the end of this entry it means it is time for today's installment of Oneword:
It was the classic tale. She was my neighbor and I was in love. I would admire her from afar, never truly being introduced to her. She was my vision of perfection, my Madonna.
And finally she was mine, after all this time I had her to my self , to do with her as I pleased.
Ah, unrequentied, stalker love. Hahahaha. Oh ya I almost forgot random little site that entertained me when I was stumbling, Scribbler.

So as I leave please just remember, it could be worse, you could be a whale allergic to salt( Is that why they beach themselves?)

Farewell,
Tony Valetine

First post of the new blog

So I got a new blog site, which will just mean that I will probably have even less readers then when it was conveniently located on myspace. Let's see what to say in this post. Hmmmm. How about a little about me: I am a simple person, love Firefox(the only real browser there is in my opinion), I have aspirations of developing as an author(little song reference there), I love music, I like to repeat myself, I am found to have contradicting behavior, I am a pacifist but love to fight, I believe in predesination as well as free will, I hate repeating myself.

I seem to also have horrible writing abilities, one of the reason's I love firefox. I Wish I could think of what else to write here, oh well ramble it is.

I think that I will post pages I stumbled upon, stories I write, poems I seemed to have come up with, random quotes from my day, or any other zany thing I want to. Why should I confine myself to a standard that I set for myself.

We must all learn to be able to break free of our molds we cast for ourselves whence we learned to comprehend thought.

Ahh I love thoses. Random little brain droppings, as the immortal George Carlin used to call them.

Of all I said, there is one thing that I have left out taht is true, and taht is that I will attempt to post my Oneword's here.

If you do not know what Oneword is then there we have our first stumbleupon site.

First Oneword for teh new blog:
In all of the spaces in my house, it was the dumb waiter I preferred the most. I could enter into it, and be magically transported to another world. At first I would start in our kitchen, of course, but where would I end up, the bottom of the ocean, with a menacing squid with monstrous tentacles, or perhaps in the ancient catacombs of lost junk to become lost in for ages.

So I believe that is all for this installment. I will attempt to post a new entry every day, if not more frequently, so always check back. And as for that misspelling in the last paragraph, it isn't one, teh means cool in Thai. Oh and if you do go and attempt Oneword, please post it here, I would love to read it.

Thanks for staying to read this all,
Tony Valentine