Age: 18 as of 02/14/05

Height: 6'2"

I am a high school student, writing instead of doing classwork. I make okay grades considering I have not listened to my teachers in at least five years.

Wednesday 03/28/05

I am now completely bored, sitting in front of a computer in my Pre-Cal class. For some reason, we never do any work here, though it is supposed to be a hard class. I don't understand why I bother even coming to this class. Probably because I get to mess with the people sitting around me. Bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored, major boredo, bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored. I am so bored. Bored is the definition of what I am. But I guess that I can be happy that I am getting some good typing practice in. Bored, Bored, Bored, Bored, Board, Bored, Bored, Bored. I am unequivocally, supertendiously, monotonously, mega-super-ultra bored. I'm even bored of talking about being bored. XD I really need a hobby, well besides writing that is. BBOOOORRRREEEDDD. I'm more bored than a board can be. I am so freaking bored that I don't know what I'm talking about. I hate being stuck at my school in the day when there are so many more constructive things that I can do. Like writing! I love writing stories, it is so much blasted fun, even though they take forever and hardly anyone bothers to review them. However, I'm happy that at least a few authors like my work enough, unlike everyone else in this *&!# town whose sole goal seems to be fornicating intermittently with each other until their brains are scrambled by all the drugs they do, or they contract one of those really nasty diseases. Nah, I'm just kidding... Or am I?

I can't wait until I leave this blasted town behind for the last time. So many times have I stared across the harsh landscape of M#$#, happy to leave even if it was just for a moment, only to have to revisit its vile atmosphere of prejudice and hatred. Nah, I'm just kidding... Or am I?

I am also tired of certain teachers who think that I am an idiot. My substitute English teacher was so amazed that I knew the meanings of some of Shakespeare's phrases and some of his 'elevated' language, that she thought that one of the students in an earlier period had written the answers in the book. I had to stop myself from telling her off because of all the trouble I had almost gotten into when she first ticked me off by belittling me. She's lucky that the assistant principle is her son, or I would have torn apart her argument and left it lying in the dust. Seriously, assuming that I'm and idiot. I'm not kidding this time, seriously!

I'm still ranting here, aren't I? Well I guess I have to think of something else to vent about. Thinking, Thinking, Thinking, Thinking, Thinking, Thinking, Thinking...I got it! Wait, I lost it. Oh well, I guess that I'm done ranting, for now...

Seeya Later

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Tales of Chrysalis- The enthralling story of the six sages journey to defeat Nemesis

Note- I have decided to pull ToC temporarily for an overhaul. It will be back soon.

Next Chapter- Ch. 8 Storm- After Ivan tells the sages his disturbing story, Zach is separated from Maria and Jean after a violent storm at sea. He drifts to a distant unknown shore while Jean and Maria are lost to the abyss.