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My boyfriend is the sweetest man ever. He was self-conscious, but he hugged me and told me nice things and tried to relieve my worries once when he found me crying.

Before I start this I want you all to know that I'm incredibly nonviolent, I wouldn't hurt anyone, for any reason ever. And if I was forced to I'd still despise it. The very thought of it disgusts me.

Anyway now that that's out of the way ^^

I love weapons, ooohhh do I love weapons. The gleam of steel and iron. The sound of a crossbow thwacking and steel clashing, the smell of gunpowder, the texture of the grip of a katana, the roar of a tank engine, the thunder of a battleships cannons, the shriek of rockets, the distant rumblings of artillery, the stretching and moaning of twisted threads of a launching catapult. I can name off the model numbers of the individual parts used to assemble an M16A3. I can recount the exact dates of the introduction of different fuel tanks for tank destroyers. I can disassemble and reassemble my Beretta M9 blindfolded in less than 2 minuets. I have a carbon steel, hand forged katana done inn the old style hanging over my bed (sheathed of course.) My favorite pastime by far is taking a bag of soda cans and water jugs down to my range and slicing, shooting, and otherwise obliterating them. It's so much fun to see a pumpkin or a watermelon explode after it's been hit with a 1oz slug from a 12 gauge. Or cut a gallon water bottle in half with one swing from my katana. Theirs absolutely nothing I love more than going out to my range... Well nothing right now... Not an object or action because if we take people into consideration my honey comes first and it's a close second

Well. Since I'm awake, I may as well post the positive news I've had recently.\

I got results back from 2 assignments.

8/10 for one.

92/100 for the other.

^ Thanks.

It has taken close to 6 hours, but I'm finally almost finished this damn 40-page assignment. I just have to do the contents page, explanations of graphic symbols, and the outline of the engraving rules.

I am also an amateur holocaust scholar... you are so lucky to have a group of people to talk about this and who are girls and who are probably mostly your age!

I'm in love with a perfect boy.

Sonic Colors is coming in four days...

I'm in love. Completely over my heels in love, if that's now what you say in this language. Of course, she has no idea and would probably not feel the same about it if she did know.

I don't care. As long as she stays my friend, everything is good. As long as that don't change, life feels - for pretty much the first time - completely and utterly awesome.

I'm pretty happy. I went one week at work without going into "life sucks and then you die" mode. That's never fun.

Yeah, I go to raves sometimes. I didn't think I would like it, and I didn't at first, but I kept going, and it was pretty cool. So I go sometimes, and get my glowsticks from Lowe's and my connector bracelets from the Dollar Store. One of these days I want to go raving at Club Technochocolate with DJ Teh Cheat.

Just got back from my weekend break. I had a lovely time and am ready to relax because I have a couple of days off work.

I hate that my weirdest and most satisfying stim can only be done outside. I like crushing dirt into powder, and it was fine when we lived next door to a nice lady and her mother. The nice lady worked a lot but she was never home in the daytime, so she never saw me digging in the ground. They moved away, and now we have a larger family next door whose doors are always open. And of course they see me and ask questions. My mom hates that particular stim, so I hide it from her. I have to be extra careful so they don't ask my mom, and it's stressing me out. Let me crumble and go away!

Got back an essay from my Swedish teacher - she said it was the best she had ever seen written by someone my age. Yeaaah!

God my eyes suck sometimes. I read raves as rants. Well I will rave about having thanksgiving leftovers all week. My belly loves comfort food when it's cold. And pie, oh sweet cherry pie.

I'm done hiding. I can't live like this anymore. I don't know why I ever gave a flying f**k about the little people.

Roflz, wrong thread.