| I saw it happen! (Friends-Locked) |
[Mar. 19th, 2007 ♠ 07:16 pm] |
| [ | Locus |
| | Isla di Salgari | ] |
| [ | Spirit |
| | zomgwtfbbq | ] |
| [ | Hymn |
| | Offspring, "Bad Habit" | ] |
I saw it happen! I couldn't sleep so I was just staring out of my window and trying to get some reading for class done and then I turned to look and BOOM. It just exploded into a fireball! It was great!
I'm not asking, and I don't want to know: but whoever it was? You are skillful indeed. Good thing I hid my things yesterday afternoon...
... I can't believe someone exploded Dean Alfric's car. Righteous retribution indeed. |
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| Normalcy is a façade. |
[Mar. 16th, 2007 ♠ 11:32 pm] |
As some of you may know via my own words in person, I've been looking for work. I am quite elated to say that after five interviews and three call backs (not all from the same place), I've finally landed a job.
Bill, you were good luck, it seems: the restaurant took me. Maybe it was the chance to have access to my nona's recipes, I don't know, but from now on I will be a sous-chef at Benito's. It's a small but very fancy restaurant down Paris Street, past downtown. But it's not too far, honest.
Anyway, that's about it as far as news goes. I should go to the minimart; I have things to buy for future endeavors. |
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| Email to Lucy Montgomery. |
[Mar. 16th, 2007 ♠ 10:56 pm] |
To: lmontgomery@euphemewebmail.net
From: esalgari@euphemewebmail.net
Subject: Us.
Principessa,
I am sorry I didn't respond to your initial email as to your whereabouts. I'm glad that you told me, because I was slightly worried when you didn't show up for class. Yes, despite the way we parted that night, I was concerned anyway.
I do not know what to say, for the most part. Only that at this moment my tongue is loose and, as I cannot speak to you (more from self-apprehension and lack of funds than want) it has transmitted to my typing.
I miss you. You are my princess. I still am hurt by your actions; they felt like a knife to the back and while I cannot understand them, I am willing to forgive them. I'm not all words and actions, Lucy; I am a person of thoughts and emotions and some times those emotions rage beyond my control.
But it was you that said we should try. I was willing to wait; to bide my time and play the game. You wanted to be with me, and in no way should you think that I did not want the same, but you voiced it, you braved it... it makes the sting harsher, some how.
I love you, Lucy; I wasn't lying when I said so. But you are far away, and I cannot touch your face or feel your voice in my ear; and that cuts me deeply. I am willing to forgive and forget, as they say.
But you need to come back, if that is what you want.
I love you,
Emilio Salgari. |
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| Ebb and Flow. |
[Mar. 7th, 2007 ♠ 12:11 am] |
I think I took a wrong turn somewhere. Every captain gets it wrong at least once, but this is ridiculous. I am starting to realize that maybe I lost something more important than I once thought when I left; something crucial, a part of me that I can't get back no matter how I try because of how I lost it, or perhaps because of where I lost it. Maybe it is because I don't know exactly what it is I lost that I can't find a way to get it back.
Lucy left. I don't know what to think about that. I told her I needed some time, and she gave it to me with distance. I miss her, but I wonder if this isn't for the best. A lot has happened since I came back, and at the same time, very little has occurred. It feels as though I'm constantly sailing upstream, always advancing and never getting anywhere. It's entirely possible I am simply sailing sideways; though I have the nagging notion that perhaps my ship is on the wrong route entirely.
During the course of this past week, I've had my eyes opened to many levels. I have noticed things, seen things, and felt things that I had no previously sensed. I had so much anger; this vengeance just boiled inside me, my blood red vapors crawling in my veins. But that's gone now, to a degree. I'm still angry, though more than angry I am hurt. And yet I feel as though I have no right to be; and it's not because she didn't do something wrong: she did. I think it's because so did I, and it may not even have been to her.
Did I go too fast, and if so what is too fast, what is too slow; too much, too little, and how do I find a spot between that grants me immunity to doubt and indecision? You think a pirate's life teaches you all those things and more; you think after a year at sea, traveling and learning life's lessons via harsh and cruel methods, you come back wiser in all ways possible.
You don't. I have lost something. I have lost something valuable and I don't know what it is, and there is no X to mark the spot where I buried it; the winds and tide have washed away the marker, and I'm digging holes where I'm not sure I should be. But I keep finding things. I find things inside me and I toss or keep; it's a dissection of my soul and it hurts so very much.
I see them every day and we don't talk. I have spent weeks saying not a word and thinking they were better off. I think that for once I have presumed far too much. It stings, like a lash across my back, that I could have been so wrong and risked so much; and I wonder what the price I have to pay is. I wonder if there's enough left of me to pay it.
But through all this I know there are some things that I can't not fight for; some things that I took for granted. A platform doesn't stay stable unless you hold it up once in a while and tighten its hinges.
Don't get me wrong, I hope she comes back. I love her; she's my princess whether she fit the role or not, and at this point I don't think I could say no. But it's up to her now. She can read this; she'll know. But someone told me I can't have romance without a life outside it; and I think she's right. I think I've been ignorant.
I think it's time I stopped dwelling. |
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| Happy New Years everyone! |
[Dec. 31st, 2006 ♠ 01:51 pm] |
| [ | Spirit |
| | celebratory! | ] |
| [ | Hymn |
| | Molotov, "Mi Amigo El Puma," (Sandro Cover) | ] |
Hey ho, comrades and mateys, this is your (formerly gone, now returned) Captain speaking!
Some of you may not know me, others may; but either way, I want to wish everyone a Happy New Year.
To those I don't know, I wish for you happiness and light-hearts; there is a time and place for grief and sorrow, of course, but never forget that what gets bad, gets worse unless you do something to stem the tide. Make sure your friends, those closest to you, remember that you're there; do this by remembering they are there, as well. Don't forget them and they won't forget you. Trust me. I know.
Moving on to personal salutations:
( Shout Outs. )
To all of you, I wish a very Happy New Years; and those that know me know that when I say that my loyalties are forever intrinsically united to you. I have never known people like you, and I never will again.
Happy New Years, Eupheme, may the next hold adventures for everyone.
P.S.: Fingers says, "Whaddup, dawgs."
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| The more things change... |
[Dec. 25th, 2006 ♠ 05:39 pm] |
| [ | Spirit |
| | home | ] |
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| | AC/DC, "Back in Black" | ] |
Merry Christmas, everyone.
P.S.: I'm back. :D |
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| Seriously disliking water now. |
[Oct. 24th, 2006 ♠ 06:18 pm] |
| [ | Spirit |
| |  sick | ] |
| [ | Hymn |
| | Me First and the Gimme Gimmes - Me and Julio Down By... | ] |
((Friends Locked.))
Nico, Geoff, sorry I missed my first day of practice.
I got sick from the, uh, yeah. Ugh. In bed and warming up. Hope to be better soon.
Dot- no adventures for a few days, sadly. It seems Dean Alfric's "stay in your dorm" rule was more of a curse.
Vaffanculo, Alfric. |
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| Penumbras. |
[Oct. 22nd, 2006 ♠ 03:07 pm] |
La noche se perdió en tu pelo
la luna se aferró a tu piel
y el mar se sintió celoso
y quiso en tus ojos estar el también
Tu boca, sensual y peligrosa
tus manos, la dulzura son
tu aliento, fatal fuego lento
que quema mis ansias y mi corazón
Ternuras que sin prisa apuras
caricias que brinda el amor
caprichos, muy despacio dichos
entre la penumbra de un sol interior
Te quiero, y ya nada importa
la vida lo ha dictado así
si quieres yo te doy el mundo
pero no me pidas que no te ame así
Si quieres yo te doy el mundo
pero no me pidas que no te ame así
I have found that Spanish is almost as beautiful as Italian, sometimes.
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| Off to a great start, I must say. |
[Oct. 2nd, 2006 ♠ 12:43 pm] |
| [ | Spirit |
| | entranced | ] |
| [ | Hymn |
| | Mad Caddies - Weird Beard | ] |
So there I was, happily swinging off the corner of one of the buildings on campus as I usually am (off any building, really) and when I cut myself down... my eyes are ripped from their sockets by a sight as gorgeous as the stars I look to when I sail. Where she came from, I don't know (Cavendish), but mama mia. I talked with her for a while- and was my usual self. Alas, while she pushes the right buttons and connects the right dots, I still can't understand what's going inside her pretty little head.
I suppose that's the way with all women. I told her she could be my damsel in distress, and she refused, saying she wanted to be a swashbuckler, or a rebellious governor's daughter. I just wanted to get a chance to carry her- I didn't mean anything by it.
(I wonder if other pirates kept journals? If they did, they were certainly nor public, like this one! But alas, I've no shame).
We decided to find a special place to leave messages to each other in. I found such a place, and told her of it during math class (third period). She seemed quite excited about it, though the conversation quickly became metaphorical... and not in an innocent manner.
I still can't figure out if it was my fault, or hers. Or both.
I just hope she sticks around after school- she said she wanted to see what I'd found...
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| Have no fear, I have arrived. |
[Sep. 29th, 2006 ♠ 03:02 pm] |
| [ | Spirit |
| |  ecstatic | ] |
| [ | Hymn |
| | Rhapsody - Dawn of Victory | ] |
Okay, so, my English is broken and I haven't ever done this whole journal thing before, but am so excited. Finally out of Verona- thank god- and off to greener pasteurs. My parents think that I don't know what they're doing, but they're wrong. Pfft. Send one kid off to school and you can feed the rest, especially if the kid's off on a scholarship! Bastards. But that's alright. It is, it is. I'm going to practice my English, and I've got my rope and my saber and... and... and all I need now is a damsel in distress.
Leaving Verona was kind of hard, at first. I mean, I'd never been on a plane before, and the general notion of flying- and not sailing- terrified me. But I'm alright. Oh yes. Now that that's over, I can breath easy and not, you know, hyperventilate. All these years chatting to people from here on that crummy old computer have paid off, looks like.
This whole journal thing- with the community and the looking at other people's stuff- is nice. I mean, there are some things that are secret- little treasures we all hide from one another just to make life a more interesting adventure- but I suppose it works for the school if there is a good way for the student to communicate. My school didn't have any of that back in the day, and I am pleasantly surprised by all of this.
Like any new place I go to, I have to run around a little and find somewhere to leap off of. I've got my rope with me, so I should be fine, and as long as I don't miscalculate (like that one time) it'll be grandiose. My parents didn't want me to, but I got my friend Ignatio to burn me all my pirate movies into DVDs. XD! If I make any pirate enthusiastic people, I shall totally organize a movie night where we all pig out and swahsbuckle and watch movies.
I've got my schedule and I've gotten my tour- I saw a lot of damnsels in the hallways (some potentially in distress?!), so I'm guessing this will be fun- at least for now. Anyway, off to find a cliff...
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