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Jovan Faydalos Camelri Freespirit
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| New journal! |
[Jun. 14th, 2009|03:53 pm] |
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I'm going to restart this sucker, four years, change a name... do wiggly things like that... don't know what the new name will be, find out soon! |
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| I might revie this thing... |
[Jan. 31st, 2009|11:25 pm] |
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Change my name, but yeah, this dragon is still alive and in the fandom, for any of you who are wondering, I think I will revive it... give me a few days... if any of you are still there. <3 |
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| Last post, I"M NOT DEAD! |
[Apr. 3rd, 2007|08:33 pm] |
I simply.... moved to furaffinity. http://www.furaffinity.net/user/jovie/
So why did I do this? To post my stories on here! So yeah, if your on that, do give me a friendedness, I love those, and comment on my stories there, that makes my heart go thump <3...
Mud is the best, I ish lazy, I still love you all, but livejournal ish... not my thing anymore really o..o.... |
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| I think that I just might post something... |
[Oct. 6th, 2006|09:28 am] |
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It's beeen a long time since I have posted anything, and well, you all post rapidly, and today I am doing nothing during school, so why not write something in here?
So what have I been up to over this last month plus? Well, nothing amazing I don't think. Me and Smaug are going on strong; I'm kind of happy and bouncy. I still have a slight fear that me and Smaug will never meet together in reality. Ummm... I'm on Second Life alot, though it is starting to lose it's muster as I am getting bored of it. No one is really on it these days.
*sighs softly* Overall I am doing alright. Two weeks ago I got the first professional message in my life, and it was fantastic. I am getting another one today, one that I really need. Yesterday I had the urge, if not a few seconds away from tackling someone in my accounting class. He was making fun of me, of how I type, and yet he's just a gaint redneck who can not type if he tried. He's just a fat hick fuck who has the intelligence of a rock. *growls softly* I swear if he said one more thing I would have tackled him aganist the wall and smashed his head against it again and again.
So what else have I been up to? Reading the books that I got on my vacation a few months back. Pride of Carthage is a fantastic book, realistic, well written, and just, well done.
I guess right now I feel slightly empty. Recently I have been feeling that I have been dishonoring Smaug. I just... feel that I am not giving him all the honour that he deserves. I feel that I disappointing him. *sighs again* I just... feel that I am failing him, and in turn failing myself. |
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| Wee... |
[Sep. 27th, 2006|01:30 pm] |
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| The beginning of a story, that I am writing. Inspired because of my mate drawing, so I decided to st |
[Sep. 18th, 2006|12:19 pm] |
This is only the very, very beginning. Perhaps I might work a deal with my mate the more he draws, the more I write. I decided to post it, because well, this is my writing style. It is kind of like Robert Asprins in a way. Comments are always welcome.
Being a teenager to me is neither to hard or to easy; then again my life has never been directly very difficult. Its had its bumps and joys, but overal its been and continues to be a great experance. Yet there is one special person in my life who really makes it shine; and this story is about the average day is like for me with him; once I get through the long introductions and beginnings of myself and my life of course.
Or should I say talking to him? Despite the advances in technology; and my developing telepathy, (I still am marveled that I have this, as I am autistic) I am unable to be with my loved one at this current moment in time. An ocean also sperates us; as does my High School, lack of funds and transportation. I may have wings, but I can't fly for that long. Heck, I remember when I was young and fat I could barly fly at all.
Perhaps I have some explaining to do. You see I am a dragon, an Ice Dragon to be exact. Raised by a fire dragoness, (my mother Jovana) and an Earth Dragon Felixion, (my father) I guess you could say I'm a normal, semi-weathy kid who lives in Pomfret Connecticit. Our house is nice and large; I have nearly everything I could want, I'm loved decently, and just have a good life overall. That is the picture given on the outside; yet the outside only lasts for about five seconds.
You should know that I am not your average kid; Hell I'm flat out just not right if I say so myself. (Don't worry, I'm not fully insane) Hyperactive, obesseive about the oddest of things, smart, if not very intelligent, but does not try at school. I could go on and on; but I don't want to bore you to death. Safe to asy, I can make things interesting.
Onto the story. This day began like any normal school day would. It was 6:53 A.M, and my father opens my bedroom door to wake me up, which always works. I let out a soft, waking up sigh as he comes in, unwinding the sheet that is wraped around my snout. I hate noise and light when I try to sleep, so I have been wrapping a blanket around my head for as long as I can remember.
"Time to get up" my father says in his oddly deep Texan voice. He was born and raised there; yet has been living in New England since his mid-twenties. Now he's sixty, (it shocks me still to this day) and yet his voice still echos of Texan origin.
Have to admit thoug; my dad does look good for a sixty year old, I'd be amazed if I could (and hopefully will) look like that when I get to be his age. He is a bit under six feet tall; his short mane gray with a bit of brown in it. His snout though does not have the age it normally would. He could easily pass for 45. His body is a bit frail looking though; despite the fact I know that he is stronger then me. He's built lean; but his chest, and the rest of his body, (excluding his snout) is covered in moderate plating. (which I will explain later) He has a small beer belly; but I seem to be the only noe who sees this.
"Chicken is almost ready" He adds in idly as he goes about my moderatly sized bedroom; opening up my windows. As I said earier noise disrupts me when I sleep, and that includes crickets; so I close all of my windows. My dad is an air nut; not to mention slightly claustrophobic; for unknown reasons. He pushes open all three of the windows in my room, then, with his thudding foot steps, (something I find kind of annoying) walks out and downstairs, most likly to get his coffee. (I could go on about coffee, but I'll save that for later as well) |
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