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Quote: "I hate stupid people."







Generally, I go along with that quote. I happen to agree with it. I dont like stupid people. However, I did make several stupid choices today. None of which I care to talk about, but heres the deal. If someone has something to say, then spit it the fuck out. I'm tired of holding it all in. I'm tired of seeing others pretend everythings alright, with there forced smiles and faulty words. Thats bullshit.



Spit it the fuck out.





Secondly, Stamping. What in the holy sweet jesus is wrong with people? What in the holy fucking shit is wrong with me? Stamping is fucking bullshit. I did it, and eventually you get burned for it. Personally I'm fucking glad that I did get burned. You learn.



Knowledge is apart of life, get used to it.



Shit happens.



I realized I am cursing a great deal, so forgive me for my language. I'm currently in a foul mood, therefore I will vent in my journal. You all wont see the really bloody side of it at least. Personal things are to be kept to myself.



I dont stamp folks. I refuse to stamp anymore. If someone stamps my profile so help me god there going to pay. People need to understand that stamping makes others feel like they dont care.



Stamping is inhuman, indecent and downright RUDE.



It reminds me of church almost. Seriously it does. Back when I did go to church that is. I dont now...but I was new to this youth group. And so help me god if not every greeting I got was like...some kind of manditory "hello". Either that or they ingore you.





KILL THE STAMPS!



A stamp is just like blowing somebody off, so don't do it.

I am currently reading over a book entitled "Vlad the Impaler: In search of the real Dracula."





I enjoy reading over some translations and such from Romania describing the rumorous stories of Vlad Dracula. Interesting enough, these stories have been found to be faulty most of the time, and were created merely to blacken the name of Vlad Dracula, there by ruining his reputation as “savior” as some wish to call him.





Alright, so that you guys have a fairly decent idea of what life was like before Dracula, let me show you. Below is a map of Europe circa 1560.

Here is a map of Romania.





Alright, here we go. Now take a second to look over the map and get familiar with the places. You notice Wallachia, the city in which Dracula did live. Considering you have to look awfully hard, heres another map, but this is more modern day.



Romania, Present Day.





Now, can you see Wallachia? Good…Moving on.





Lets give you a bit of background history. After Constantinople fell, the ottoman turks were on the move. Now, when this happened, Hungary took over and decided to stand up against the Turkish forces(however they were royally screwed either way.) Now this descision made it difficult on Wallachia, considering that they were high in popularity at the time. Now you see, Wallachia’s throne was much fought over during this time.





Ok, fast forwarding some. Btw…so you know, I’m not trying to explain the whole bloody history of the Dracula line…I don’t know if there are history buffs out there who would enjoy this, but I do know that there are some who wouldn’t, so I’m trying to keep you from being bored to death. I’m writing the stuff I find in the book onto here.



Anyways….



I’m skipping a few chapters down. Ok, here we go. More stories…I like stories…..hehe… especially from the ancient times. Here’s a good one.





Give me a bit, I know the entry is lagging...but I just started the book. I'll write more when I can.





Enough for now, I’ll post more later.



IntunericLumina

Last night was very hard for me. I was sitting online, working with vampire rave. It was around 9 at night and I was discussing something with a friend I'd made here on the site. I had gone to get a soda from the fridge. It was dark in the kitchen, and sense my living room and kitchen, seperated by a wall but not a door of course...see my room is right by the kitchen, all you have to do is step out and turn to the left and there you are. The kitchen is seprated from the dining room by a table wall sort of setup. Its a wall with cabinets, and a table below it with an open space to sit on either side and eat during the day. The dining room is directly connected to the living room, so when all the lights are out...its a whole lot of dark.



I got my soda from the fridge and then I heard someone walking from the living room to the dining room..I saw no one...and then into the kitchen. By now my backs up against the wall by the fridge and I'm scared out of my mind. I've never had good experiences with spirits here lately...so I'm extra cautious.



It stopped just as it hit the kitchen. I went back in my room after that and continued on with what I was doing.





I dont understand why these things keep happening to me. I've always been different, ever sense I was a little kindergardener and was attacked by an angry spirit. This stuff just happens.



I remember when my dead grandfather came to visit me. I was playing his favorite song on my electric piano. Then suddenly the keys began to move on there own and I watched him...or rather it, I couldn't see him....play on its own and listened to him till he finished the song. Then I went to open my drapes...because I had them closed...the minute I did.....the music stopped. It was very frightening for me because that was one of the first of many close encounters I've had. My very first was when I was a kinder...but it never got that bad ever sense..up until my grandfather...here lately it's getting much worse.

Today wasn't easy for me. My classes have gotten a little more difficult, not that I don't mind the challenge. I drive a bus for a living though, so I deal with angry teachers and misbehaving students on a day to day basis. Today wasn't easy though. I work in a high stress, high pressure to get things done right. My job is all about timing, and when something goes wrong, its difficult to take a deep breath and not freak out the minute you realize your fifteen minutes down on your route because your bus is not a commercial bus, so you can't pick up a bunch of elderly people. You have to stop, have maintenance come out and help you check out a different bus, then proceed on with the route. It takes alot to check out a new bus....so it's just so frustrating.



I don't generallty complain. I'm no whiner....I keep things inside. I learn to deal with what life has dealt me. I am reminded of a quote I know.



"When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. Then continue to throw the lemonade in the face of the person who gave you the lemons in the first place, until they give you the oranges you originally asked for."



Hehe...I love that quote.



That's all for now...I have to get back to my school work. I've got a test tommorow. Currently I'm working on fourteeth century Romania. Fun, No? (well...i kinda think it is...but thats me.)