Hesi Hualuan

January 315 AL.

Man, this is stupid. This is th’ first and probably only time I’ll ever write (or keep) one o’ these stupid things. Meh, whatever. It’s been a year since I stopped my travelin’ ways, or so it seems t’ me. An’ I’ve done nothing too excitin’. I traveled a lot t’ get t’ Enavia and its been worthwhile, but I ain’t no closer t’ my goal! Damn, I thought I would have been rich or famous or… something! Hell, this sucks. I’m bored. Stupid tutors, makin’ me write in these things. My thoughts are best left alone… where I ain’t thinkin’ ‘bout them.

Lessee, what have I done? I attempted several propositions, but got bored with ‘em quickly. I dunno, maybe it was th’ people. Like that one snobby blonde who was all burnt extra crispy. What a bitch. Or that really tall, scary-lookin’ librarian I met that one time, doin’ that one thing. I think his name was Griz. He was an intense fellow t’ be sure. Maybe a lay would loosen him up? Feel bad fer the lass who undertakes that job, tho’. Or those psycho twins - I'd do 'em, but I'd run like hell afterwards. Never can be too sure wit' crazies. I dunno. I feel like I’m ramblin’, graspin’ fer somethin’ t’ talk about. What do people usually do wit’ these things? I got half a mind t’ toss it in th’ fire and use it fer kindling. …But, nah. Maybe I’ll give it a fair shot? Hmm… What t' spill? First love? My loss? My confusion? …Forget that. Anyone who stumbles across this piece-o’-crap ain’t about t’ get my deepest, darkest secrets.

I like girls. Yeah. That seems like a good enough place t’ start. I’ll go fer any girl, really, I ain’t that picky. Tall ones, short ones, big ones, skinny ones, fair ones and dark ones. It don’t matter t’ me. As long as they’re pretty and give me th’ 'look,' I’m up fer it. Hell, I settle fer the 'eyes' most times. ...Wait, ain't that about the same thing? Whatever. O’course this is me we’re talkin’ ‘bout so that ain’t much o’ a problem. I can gets any lady I want. Keldemar is a nice enough place fer tail, t’ be sure. Spend enough time walkin’ th’ streets yer bound t’ look lost. Then up comes some kind lass who fancies herself as a do-gooder. Course, I play t’ their sympathies… and show her just how good I do. …Heh heh. That’s pretty clever.

Meh. Whatever. This is stupid.

~ Jack

…Wait. Why did I sign my name?