Post by Tiff'blz on Sept 20, 2007 17:21:03 GMT -5
The writing in this thin journal is written in small looped letters, none of which are connected. It isnt cursive, just a mix of printing and cursive that is unique to Devon. The cover is a glossy black, with little droplets of blood that end up, instead of in a pool at the bottom, but as a dark red rose.*
I have a feeling that most would say that I am like a school girl. Writing down my thoughts and feelings in a diary. Anyone who says that is a fool. A damned fool at that. I, like most people, cherish sweet memories. I accept the bad ones, like all must do, but it is the good memories that keep a person sane. I feel that in twenty years, I can look back at what I wrote, and remember all the happiness that I feel at this time.
It has been time immemorable since I left my house. Years flew by me as a constant blur. Fights, girls, different houses, different feelings, different times. I resigned myself to a fate some would say is worse than death. To not stay in one place, to not have a family, to have a girl just for the simple pleasure of releaving stress and anger and distress at what a pathetic excuse my life had become.
I took it all with a smile, never letting on what horror my life brought me. I am still a happy person. To let life bring me down? Hmph, not something I would ever let happen. A smile comes easily to my face, and that has to account for something.
I have to say that I am not a bad looking man, and maybe that accounts for some of the joy I partake in where life in general is concerned. People take easily to me, possibly also because I am talkative, and generally a nice person..or so I am told. Funny when you do something while you are writing, as if whenever you read it you will know that the movement happened just as it did. I shrugged, as if the motion itself would become written upon the paper. Or else the feeling of the movement would be.. Back to what I was saying.
I had always taken advantage of this facet of my life. My father was good for something after all. I dressed in clothes that appealed to women, acted in ways that even though they came so naturally to me, also drug the opposite sex like moths to a flame. I hate to sound conceited, but who else will be reading this? I am allowed to up my own self esteem every once in a while.
But, alas, I feel I am avoiding the subject that I bought this very journal to write about. I found my saving grace. The Russu Inn. It led me to one of the most precious things in my life.
I walked in, just passing through Dotado to whereabouts unknown. I rang that cute little service bell and waited for an answer. As I did so, I admired the inn. As I turned around, a beautiful slim and curvy brunette walked out of the door. Her head was bent as she looked at something else. This was a good thing, or else she would have seen exactly how much attention my eyes were giving that body of hers.. Oh well, she found out later. Lorna Russu, owner, operator. Well I'll be damned if my heart didnt skip a beat when those beautiful eyes looked up at me. She seemed to pause, which was a natural reaction for Devon. I introduced myself as D. which was a nickname I go by a lot.
We talked the next night as she was running the bar. My appreciation for her turned into a longing such as I had never felt. I ended up running into her again, and my my was she a work of art. Heh, we were practically trampled by what she called as a Teenage Fan Club. I proceeded then to make my move on her. Slick I know. I convinced her that kissing me would make them go away. She did so, and I think it backfired on me. A lot of teasing and a lot of time later, I was a very happy man. Wonderful Lorna.. I do not know if I have made it official that I would love to spend a hell of a lot more time with her, but how high school is it to ask her to "Go Steady" with me? I will figure out something.. I just hope she knows that I have never called any of the lady friends in my life My Girl.
Well.. I guess I will end this, as it is a very thin journal, and I am running out of things to say.
I fear something has happened to me that I never thought possible...
I, Devon Heise, am in love!
With Lorna Russu.
I have a feeling that most would say that I am like a school girl. Writing down my thoughts and feelings in a diary. Anyone who says that is a fool. A damned fool at that. I, like most people, cherish sweet memories. I accept the bad ones, like all must do, but it is the good memories that keep a person sane. I feel that in twenty years, I can look back at what I wrote, and remember all the happiness that I feel at this time.
It has been time immemorable since I left my house. Years flew by me as a constant blur. Fights, girls, different houses, different feelings, different times. I resigned myself to a fate some would say is worse than death. To not stay in one place, to not have a family, to have a girl just for the simple pleasure of releaving stress and anger and distress at what a pathetic excuse my life had become.
I took it all with a smile, never letting on what horror my life brought me. I am still a happy person. To let life bring me down? Hmph, not something I would ever let happen. A smile comes easily to my face, and that has to account for something.
I have to say that I am not a bad looking man, and maybe that accounts for some of the joy I partake in where life in general is concerned. People take easily to me, possibly also because I am talkative, and generally a nice person..or so I am told. Funny when you do something while you are writing, as if whenever you read it you will know that the movement happened just as it did. I shrugged, as if the motion itself would become written upon the paper. Or else the feeling of the movement would be.. Back to what I was saying.
I had always taken advantage of this facet of my life. My father was good for something after all. I dressed in clothes that appealed to women, acted in ways that even though they came so naturally to me, also drug the opposite sex like moths to a flame. I hate to sound conceited, but who else will be reading this? I am allowed to up my own self esteem every once in a while.
But, alas, I feel I am avoiding the subject that I bought this very journal to write about. I found my saving grace. The Russu Inn. It led me to one of the most precious things in my life.
I walked in, just passing through Dotado to whereabouts unknown. I rang that cute little service bell and waited for an answer. As I did so, I admired the inn. As I turned around, a beautiful slim and curvy brunette walked out of the door. Her head was bent as she looked at something else. This was a good thing, or else she would have seen exactly how much attention my eyes were giving that body of hers.. Oh well, she found out later. Lorna Russu, owner, operator. Well I'll be damned if my heart didnt skip a beat when those beautiful eyes looked up at me. She seemed to pause, which was a natural reaction for Devon. I introduced myself as D. which was a nickname I go by a lot.
We talked the next night as she was running the bar. My appreciation for her turned into a longing such as I had never felt. I ended up running into her again, and my my was she a work of art. Heh, we were practically trampled by what she called as a Teenage Fan Club. I proceeded then to make my move on her. Slick I know. I convinced her that kissing me would make them go away. She did so, and I think it backfired on me. A lot of teasing and a lot of time later, I was a very happy man. Wonderful Lorna.. I do not know if I have made it official that I would love to spend a hell of a lot more time with her, but how high school is it to ask her to "Go Steady" with me? I will figure out something.. I just hope she knows that I have never called any of the lady friends in my life My Girl.
Well.. I guess I will end this, as it is a very thin journal, and I am running out of things to say.
I fear something has happened to me that I never thought possible...
I, Devon Heise, am in love!
With Lorna Russu.
