With resounding clashes upon another, in a fierce and never ending battle, the fruitless blows continued. Lightning touched down on the earth as a large explosion of lights and sounds, making all those nearby tremble in intense strength. 

Man you so won't believe this I'm being stalked by ducks! I mean there everywhere I go there was one inside our work the other day. I was sitting a the bus stop minding my own business then I look around and I'm like why am I surrounded by ducks?! At first I thought they were fake, then I sort of thought I was an idiot I mean who the hell puts fake ducks in random spots.... okay apart from me

All I need to see in the paper is a report saying killer ducks are on the lose

Whew lucky that wasn't anywhere near as bad as I thought it was going to be, luckily no maths. I may have died if that was the case. Still I only got 4 out of 9... not too good but I think its still a pass and with the amount I've been sick I think I did damn well.

It seemed so long ago that I hated the idea of writing my life on livejournal, eh that's over now. I just wish that I had of written more when I was overseas that would be fun to look back on. Recently I keep remember just little details that make me almost miss being away from disney. Yes sadly I to am beginning to miss it all, I just wish, you know I had a little more time there to make an adjustment. I found an interesting website for all those that like livejournal

www.kronomy.com/index.php
 

To the end of the world and back again I have come, as if I wasn't anywhere near far enough behind with my work I had to get sick. I think I have a homing signal to all virus, although this one was my own fault.

I'm always constantly wondering if everything that people go on about writing online is such a good idea, I mean I understand where they come from if some of the stuff that I had wrote online when I was a kid was still on the internet I'd probably die of embarrassment. However nothing seems to embarrass me too much anymore perhaps we're all becoming so immune to everything being public. Half the time I don't understand what the whole big deal about the internet posts are, with sport stars getting caught out all the time for writing posts it annoys the shit out of me that we expect them to be perfect. We seem to have forgotten that they are actually still people. Not everyone should be taken for face value, are we not allowed to joke anymore? I dear hope to god that we don't become hyper sensitive to anything like America. Living there was bad enough for three months with it and then watching the news with death, death and more death. I understand we all want to be informed with the world, but surely the world isn't always dying. There has to be something good happening somewhere otherwise news stations are going to have their viewer's wanting to die.

Maybe we're a plague, that would be entertaining. Going down in the history books as a plague, not surprising really. I wonder if in a few years time many of us will look back and wonder how the hell could we let some things get so out of hand. Think about the shark, evolved with dinosaurs, one of the longest living creatures and yet we're going to wipe it out. It's kind of depressing that a creature that provides us with more oxygen than any other will most likely perish not to solve starvation or anything just as an expensive meal. Do we deserve a huge slap in the face or what, how do we justify half the stuff in the world that goes on. I'm sick of hearing the excuse 'but I'm only one person', although I know myself I've used it. Sometimes I really wonder if animation is for me, I just don't feel like I'm going to ever do enough.  Man I'm really rambling today, I must be in one of my depressing writing days not depressed though

All well time to go a filming production yay ... not
 

The searing pain travelled up my back, as though it wasn’t enough that I was disappearing into the darkness alone. My lungs although filled with blood and water attempted to breathe, only resulting in coughing up its contents. My mind winced with the sound the cough produced, I didn’t think my body could make that noise. The metallic taste burned my mouth, my pain allowed me to ignore my drooling blood travelling sickerly down my face. Although through my pain, as I am dying it still feels like my heart has been ripped apart by your betrayal, my eyes still burn with pain as even in death I manage to shed tears for your cold heart. I can no longer feel my legs, that is if you still left them attached to my body, my back is probably broken but not enough to stop the pain. My body is still shaking in shock, the blood pouring from my stomach I no longer have the energy to stop. I cannot even raise my head to see the gold dagger that you left in there. It’s becoming harder to breath as though my blood is smothering its self, no longer wanting to live with your betrayal. Tears will still fall long before my heart stops beating, unable to handle the truth, the heart break and your betrayal.

(I was trying to write about the feelings of one of my characters as her lover betrays her and kills her, I don't think I did a very good job. I find it a little hard to write about depressing things at the moment, I need to be more depressed to do so)

I've decided that from now on I must work a lot harder at uniwork, I know its kind of backwards seeing as I'm in lj saying this but oh well. It pretty much when I realised how far I'm falling behind and how close its going to be til the end of the year. 

At moment I'm addicted to the song Better than Drugs by Skillet god damn now its in my head, I'm going to go insane by the end of the day. I'm having one of those moments when its just repeating over and over in my head and ipod. 

I'm addicted to writing at the moment I'm updating fanfic as well as my own stories, I think those on fanfic might have a heart attack that I actually updated 

Oh well back to work cause the person next to me is being a pain and its not sarah