Kindle

I can publish my crap onto amazon and get money for it. I should use a pen name, something like "Kriss" or "Savario" or something I have no clue. I am excited, time to start trying to write my crappy novel that people will obviously not pay for, wait until it's free, then describe how utterly repulsive it was to look at and how dare I not find a credible editor, instead I pay some poor girl at a gas station a couple bucks to look it over. Oh the possibilities. Do I finish the novel I have started and publish that or do I write a short story to get the words flowing. I have many things I can do.

Classes

The things I've learned from school, which I can learn online but the government would end up getting me, are amazing. But, out of all the things I have learned, I wish I could be taught how to forge legal documents, not that I would be forging any legal documents for any means of course.

Though, this semester, I do like how I'm being taught how to speak lawyer.

Trying

So I keep trying to post on this site. I have no true clue why but I would like to first say that I love how people don't read this, which makes me feel a whole lot better about this. So now that I know this, I can actually start posting things that are more about me rather than trying to say, in many different ways, about how I will post something.

So, there's this person I have been trying to flirt with for over a year now, I know they're not married, I know they don't have kids, I know more about them than people I've known in my life for much longer. I think it's about time to try even harder with this. Maybe ask thier first name rather than only knowing thier last name. I'm sure they know mine. Last time I tried to be with someone, things went wrong, but it has been about six months now so I think it's about time to try again. Hopefully I get to see them again, I really want that.

Oh my

If I was rich, I wouldn't drive any fancy new car or anything like that, I am now too close to my own. I think I'd pay to get her raised another six inches or ten inches off the ground, only because I think that's the reason why half my exhaust was torn off, and then put on bigger tires, so I can actually race her safely on dirt. I bet she would love that, being able to go 80 in dirt without having to break apart so easily, and of course get her exhaust fixed, and a new gas tank since half mine is dented in.

Fucking people on the road, speed up then slow down, the speed limit is 55, stay that speed limit, and then don't decide to floor it as a car tries to pass you because you're a fucking idiot doing 40 miles an hour and thinks that they own the road, and then you people should never pull out infront of a car doing 85+ (my spedometer only goes up to 85 I really have no clue how fast I go once she hits that mark) because you want to die. I'm quite sure, that with all these people with thier newer cars from the 90's and 00's would get crushed by a metal car. Thank god she has a new transmission and motor.

I should just get a really big older chevy from the 40's, preferably 46.

I swear more and more people have a death wish or something, I see idiots pull out in front of semis making the semis slamm on thier brakes, and hitch hikers running out into traffic to try and get people to stop. Oh, and a crazy lady doing yoga in front of on coming cars. That was a terror.


Oh, and then, I have been reading the paper, mostly for the sherrif's calls as I always do, and I'm seeing more and more calls, in every issue for the past few months, about parents calling the police on thier kids for stupid things. A four year old refuses to listen to his parents, they call the police. A brother and step brother are arguing, they call the police. A sister hits brother because they faught over a piece of furniture, they call the police. I mean really. I understand that there are certain circumstances in which the police need to be involved within a family matter such as that but really, if they can't deal with thier child then what's the point of them even having thier children in the first place?

You know, I feel bad for the police. They say that the police are not always there when you need them, well, that's because they have to deal with stupid shit like a little girl who refuses to eat her dinner.

New Post

Just trying to keep up. Found out my favorite wine is White Zinfandel. I've got nothing, I'll start trying to post again maybe in another year or two, or a month or whatever.

Posting on a constant time frame, or posting anything is hard. I still don't know why I even started this blog.

Well

The end of the world came. It was quite a dissapointment actually. There were no riots. I'm a little dissapointed.

days off

My poor car's got a major problem that, as long as I don't tell her what's wrong, she'll live with until I can get the money to fix her up. A Couple thousand to fix. Still better than buying a brand new car with all those plastic parts and eletrical crap.

Mini Vacation

I'm on a mini vacation, four days off this week, and I might try and do what all great bloggers do. I think I'll get drunk, post random nonsense. So bassically it would be the same thing I do now, but unable to see the key board. After I get my car to the doctors, hang out with people I know, maybe go shopping, I'm not sure about that one yet. Hopefully I'll finish a book that I know will never get published. Write a song that will never be heard. Or just stay home for four days, not do anything except sleep eat and play xbox. Oh the possibilities.

Pennies

Finals, work, sleep, Halo 4. I finally have some time for myself now that finals are over.

If I had a million dollars, I would change it into a hundred million pennies, and then I would drill a hole in the middle of them, package them up, and sell them as washers, 25 to a dollar. Four times the money.

I need to start looking for a place to live. I need to find something that I can purchase with the few dollars I have in my bank. I figure as long as I get lots and lots of land, I will be happy. I have been searching for one for a while, I found one for 9 thousand, small but it could have worked. I was just hoping that with the world coming to an end and all that, all those people out here afraid of zombies and the terror of hills have eyes, which they would start selling off their homes as fast as possible. I think housing prices out here have decreased some, but not enough. Maybe after the end of the world, after people go off on riots and killing rampages which I am looking forward to watching on television (please no more children’s deaths, those make me cry for some unknown reason) that maybe I would be able to find a nice murder house for cheap with few bloodstains.

I recently wrote a large portion of my book, well on a computer that is rather than hand written. My writing style sucks. Almost ten thousand words done, only about ninety thousand left. Thank you. And now a picture that has nothing to do with my book:

 

 

This is exactly what I was afraid of. This whole post right here. I have been tired. I have been out of my mind lately, some days I can't even remember how old I am. I recently told my co-worker I was twenty-eight. I'm not twenty-eight, I just could not remember. I was going to post yesterday right after my last final, but then I saw on the news what had happened, and then my eyes became a bit watery and I just thought it would be wrong. I made it through my semeseter of college, only a few more left to go. I hope I can get money to go to a real college or university, and if all else fails, I can always sell my paintings. Even though that almost never works, I can still try.

Lost memories

One time, while I was working, I had an elder man come in, look at a bag of cracker jacks and say "I haven't had those in so long." I replied "well it's not that much and there's a prize inside" he replied "I don't want to tarnish my memories. If I get some now, I would wonder to myself if it's the same taste as it was before."

I went searching for my old pictures; I had them stored on a floppy disk which I had placed onto cd, then a sandisk. I just can't find that sandisk or cd. I would like to find my old memories I had stored, see why I lost my inspiration to draw random pictures and hopefully recover it once again, though sometimes older memories are lost for a reason and maybe I'll just need to find some new ones.

I'll try and post some new ones here. I will, eventually learn, that it's okay, that I can't be the crappiest illustrator there was, and if I am, at least I will have accomplished something.

---- Kriss

A note

I would like to lie and say that I have been too busy for this stupid blog I created, but that's not the case, I simply just have no care to keep posting random nonsense on a regular schedual. Yes, I may have a few jobs I am currently invested with, and a school I go to, and somewhat of a social life that I take part in, but I do have enough free time to create a small post on a blog site I started so many years ago, without any intention of actually putting more than just one post on at the time I created it.

Maybe it's fear that stops me from placing words into an open internet sight for all to see, maybe it's a lack of will power to strive to keep it alive, but what ever the case is, I have actually created something that I have accepted as a place I can come to at random times to just enjoy the moments and the pleasures of and allowing others to do the same.

I'm not sure if any one actually reads this crap, or just visits this random site because of the name, but I do know that those who do read this may actually know more about me, at this current time, than the people who I socialize with within the real world. Though, I have no intentions of sharing about my favorites or my pets names or such, I do however hope to share something much more personal.

As of now I will try and share, as time continues, some of my writings, my creations, my hidden life. No, it's not all about sex, though it is a part of my hidden life.

------- Kriss.

Drawings

I have been creating a small little comic like thing in my book, drawing, making writings in it. One thing I should let people know is that people who don't like to read but like to look at the funny pictures, especially ones that are badly drawn, just don't even look into it. I'm quite serious. I'll be looking into other sites to start posting them on.

The World

Here's my world:

A world which has several moons, lots of water and land. There is also another world, or rather a large moon that is a bit smaller than my world, that everyone else lives on. It's like a binary system in which thier world revolves around my world. Just think about it.

Finished

I know what I wrote in previous post, but oh well, Anyways, here it is.

 Bassically, I created a book. Sewn together with my own hands, like I have done before, this one I made is smaller, but I filled the last one with nonsese, this one I may actually share the contents.

It's not as big as the other one I made, or as nice, but I made it I like it.

Alright

Okay, I have an idea, on my vacation, I will be working on a small project that hopefully will come out somewhat decent. I have the image in my head, I had the sound, smell, taste, everything. I know what I want to do, I just hope I'm not too lazy or get too busy in the middle of my vacation to not do it. I might not be able to finish it all on my vacation but I will be able to post the unfinished product with random updates.

stuff

Problem is I need to actually look for my drawings, and make some more, before I can actually post more crap on here.

This

This is something I made in highschool, partially played with on a computer program.

This is actually something that is a part of a stupid little comic I made and may one day put up for you to see.

a random picture.

Not so good at drawing, so don't be too judgemental. I call her, some random chick, with no face or feet.

I have no clue

I haven't done a blog post in two years. I guess the first thing I'll do is post some of my cartooons and stories, maybe some poems. I'm at a loss.

First little blog crap

It takes me a while to actually get around to doing anything online, but seeing as how everyone has a blog site, why can't I? It's yet another blog diary like thing in order to just "vent" in a way. Maybe I'll even begin selling crap. Until then, it'll just be another stupid blog people will obviously read. I still don't understand the reason behind people's thoughts in reading nonsense, even I am guilty of such things and will always be.