So if I can't write, then maybe I can tell stories or come up with stories and I sort of can. Some come from dreams (My Better Half, Your Life at Stake, A Song for Eve), some from childhood games (Aquistaka and Atlantis), some from associating an idea or thought into a story (Hero, The Last Gods, and On Eagle's Wings), and some from older stories already known just changed up a little (Sealed with Blood and Eternity Exiled).

It seems my mechanics always hinders me. I dunno. I realized something today that may seem obvious to you my dear readers and commiserators. Teachers are human beings. They have faults. I've always seen many of my teachers as heros but I recalled one of my "hero-teachers" saying something very mean at my expense once. It didn't shatter my respect for her, but it did make me realize that she makes mistakes. We all make mistakes.

I don't know where this is going. Most of the time these entries don't really go anywhere. That's kind of like life, isn't it? There isn't always a central theme or plot to what happens in life, not like there is in the movies. That's not to say that what happens is unimportant. Quite the contrary. What happens in life should be regarded as beautiful and kept held close to our hearts as something special.