Snarg

Just, Snarg.

There's a word for how I feel, yet for one normally so articulate, I can't think of it. I feel...confined. Like something is pushing down in on me from all sides. In a sense "depressed" isappropriate, but in the way that a button is depressed, not emotionally. Strained, maybe, or streached, but in a compact, cramped kind of way. I feel like I want to burst, in a way.

(Sidenote - this is a VERY good song. 'Rocketship' by Guster. I highly reccomend it. Highly.)

One might ask why I feel so indescribable. To that I answer: why do I do anything?

Yup. Girls.

In one way, it's quite straight forward, and yet not. In another, completely sepparate way, it's not so simple, and yet more so. You see, on the one hand, I'm frustrated about the situation, or perhaps lack there of, with Emily. In particular, I still regret that letter. Say what you will, argue as you like, but in this case I hold that it's a situation best let be. I should have never sent that letter - I should have taken my own advice, followed my gut, and just worked at being her friend. In the end, after all, I'm much more attracted to my friends than anyone else.

But no, I had to send the letter, and determined as I am to see the girl, I can't imagine a way in which it won't be awkward. And so, it's simple in that Emily is the focus of what disturbs me, but not so in that it's been more or less self inflicted. pray, my friends, that this all works out smoothly, and i don't mean that artisticly. I'm really asking you to pray.

The other side is more complicated, and yet more simple. You see, I've come, once again, to the point where I can no longer ignore the fact that people are reading this. I can't say "this" for fear of hurting her, and I can't say "that" for fear of hurting her, and I can't say "the other" for fear of hurting, well, hurting me, I guess. it's not so streamlined as to only have 3 subjects, but that's the simplest way to explain it.

And so I say "Snarg."

Not as bad as it seems, never as bad as I make it out.

One Ring to Rule Them all....

(Kudos to Da Beff)

You are most like...
Aragorn

Aragorn is the uncrowned king of the north-western part of Middle-earth.

Although Aragorn was a direct descendant of the Kings of Numenor and the rightful claimant to the Kingdom of Gondor, he first came to the knowledge of the Hobbits in his guise as a Ranger, a collection of rather grim looking men who travelled throughout Middle-earth, protecting its inhabitants from evil.

This usually thankless task was probably the main reason that there had been peace and prosperity in the Shire for so long. Aragorn was also the keeper of Anduril, "the sword that was broken" and when it was eventually re-forged it signalled his intent to re-take his throne and to rule over the new age of men. However, while Sauron still held power in Mordor, Middle-earth would eventually fall to the Dark Lord. Aragorn was a key figure in the Fellowship, and without his courage, wisdom and strength, the quest would never have succeeded.

Gee, that's encouraging. ^_^

A Cold Wind Blows

You see, I think maybe this is why I never 'started' writing my story.

That is, I think I'm going to start over, and I'll explain why.

You see, with all the multitudes of characters that I come up with, from Rolias, to Serval, to Cedric, to Raymond, I have visions of Granduer. Powerful Mages, Ninja who melt into the shadows, warriors who live daring, adventurous lives.

Rolias, of course, is everything. A swordsman-wizard with a mysterious past, this one character has it all. Sadly, there's only so much you can do with an All-powerful character, and I have trouble making Rolias anything less.

Except...

Except when he's a child. And I think that's where I want to take this. I think I want to start him off in the mysterious past I imagine, and see how he grows into the Mage Master we all know he's destined to become.

This, of course, is likely why I'm so interested in Role Playing. And I've got this GREAT idea, if I could only find a GM to run it....