About My Diary

This blog is a story blog and is meant to be read from the first post, if you read it out of order it might not always make sense. This story is in no way connected with my other one except by the fact that they are both written by me.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Castle clearer

I almost got visited by an old time type of traveling dentist. I heard what they were like and so I made the castle look like no one was there. You know like as if I had left to negotiate with another king. No one could go outside, I ordered the hedges not be trimmed for a few days, all the horses were at pasture (as if we didn't expect to be able to feed them) and I even told them to not get too close to windows. It wasn't all bad though because since we didn't want any evidence we had a forced early bedtime. Do you have any idea how much light a candle makes in a place with no electricity? No street lights no nothing (even in the village most were too poor to buy candles). Well since you do I guess I dont have to explain it. And to tell the truth I would feel silly explaining candle light to a book...
I can write today only because the teeth terrorist is gone. Hooray for the word "traveling" in front of dentist.

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Fair, awsome... Ruined

Wow, yesterday was so cool today doesn't really matter. Ok that's a lie but I'm just going to talk about yesterday.
Yesterday I got to spend some good time with Adam and he's actually really cool. We have a lot in common and he really seems like he's sincere... Don't you hate it when you can tell someone not sincere?
Anyway, we hung out for a while at the fair, ate some popcorn, watched the firebreathers. You know the usual carnival stuff. Well I guess it's not according to my dream but it's been so long since I've thought about that that I usually don't. Kinda sad because if that's not a dream I'm forgetting my real life.
Ug, I just made yesterday so much better by making today worse. Why do I always have to wreck my train of thought with negative and or unnecessary things? Things that will ruin the whole rest of my day worrying about them?
Do you ever worry about dumb stuff Dave? Or stuff I write in you? Or why I talk to you?
Because I do all three.