Meh.

I haven't written on here in so long :/ I rarely blog anymore.. I feel bad.
I've been thinking a lot about Jake lately. It's difficult to think that he would be here right now, had he not sped past that stop sign... I miss him so much it hurts sometimes. I just want to sit down and bawl my eyes out... But I don't have tears left anymore...
My mom wasn't too happy with me last night. I hurt myself... Damn mops. Injury-causing mops and toilets. FUCK.

Dungeons and Dragons is going well. Zak did so well with this campaign. We don't just play to play and run sissy campiagns where all we do is rob and kill people.
Plot:
Every 1000 years a chosen one is born. It is there duty to sacrifice themselves to bring the magic back to the plane of exhistance on which he/she was born. They can be anyone. Elf, orc, giant, halfling. Doesn't matter. The only thing that shows they are the chosen one is the crystal that they have in their hand at birth. It is no ordinary crystal. It has it's own traits and is the one sign of the chosen. So, the chosen lives their life preparing for their journey to the multiple temples where they must make pacts with the different spirits to bring back the magic. Little does the chosen one know, the magic is not only leaving this plain, but it is transferred to another plain, and while the chosen's plain falls into war and despair, the other one prospers. It turns into a war between the 2 plains over magic and makes the chosen's journey 84902624780 times harder.

IT'S INTENSE!
I'm the chosen one, Casey's my BFF, Nate is a mersonary, Zak is/was his partner(but we find out he is from the other plain of existance, and is trying to kill me)!, and Will is just a tag-along.

I'm tired and doing stuff in BM. Write later? Bye for now.

Blood Roses

I wanna start reading again... I really don't read all that much anymore. I wanna just sit down, pick up a good book, and forget everything else. I haven't done that in a while. My poor Amazon Kindle has been neglected :/ I wish Casey hadn't stepped on it and cracked the screen >.> I wish J.K. Rowling would keep writing the Harry Potter series.. It's kept me going for so long I don't know what else to read :O

Speaking of H-Piddy... THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE WAS RELEASED SUNDAY!!! Too bad I still haven't gotten it... And the delux editions were released yesterday (Along with Zelda: Spirit Tracks). Christmas is coming up, so I have my fingers crossed I get one of these things...

I dun lyke shnoopy parents :/ Dey need to leeve mai phone alonez! My mom mentioned the fact that I call and text a particular person more than anyone else. It's called having a best friend. Ugh, mom. Don't be sucha snoop!

I've been missing church a lot. I don't like it. I need to start going EVERY SUNDAY. I love going to church. All the people there are so great. They're welcoming and sweet even if I've made mistakes (which I have). It's amazing... And they don't beat around the bush when it comes to God. They're not ashamed of their faith, which I think that's what I love most there. They aren't on the fence about it. It really helps me, since I'm kinda unsure about everything... Well, not everything. It's difficult to explain... And no one really readsd this so it doesn't matter if I explain or not ><

We're starting work in class. Latah!

Well, I've never posted on this, so I might as well break it in.

Nothing very interesting here.. I'm in the second tri-mester of my Junior year of high school. Not exactly the most interesting of phases in life, seeing as I've avoided most of the high school drama. Unfortunatly, my freshman year was rife with it.... Boy drama >.<

I also have a livejournal account >< I've used that longer than blogspot. I mostly use blogspot so I can follow blogs that I've found intrest in, such as Alex Pardee (who just so happens to be my favorite artist at the moment). Well, just in case anyone is reading this and would like to see my other blog: ericapocalypse.livejournal.com <- Das it.

I use the name "Ericapocalypse" for just about everything. It's not original but I dig it.

Bell's about to ring. Bye!