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.