Well, I seem to be doing these stupid tests more and more as I get more and more bored and lazy. I cannot think of anything cool to write, but it’s about time for a new entry, so I’ll post the results of my lastest foray into Stupid-see-who-you-are land. These are the eight Final Fantasy X characters that I am most like:

#1: Rikku

#2: Wakka

#3: Yuna

#4: Auron

#5: Lulu

#6: Seymour

#7: Tidus

#8: Kimahri

That’s about all for now, so until next time, enjoy!

Dear Journal,

I just read the saddest journal entry I have come across in my short stay here at Melodramatic. It was posted by a dear friend of mine and detailed his (what he thought) abnormal paranoia about the world around him. After reading it, however, I realized that he is not alone. I have the same condition, and after considering things, from our respective backgrounds, to the amount of horror movies we have watched, I came to the conclusion that this is not as abnormal a condition as either of us would have thought.

As you know, Journal, I used to live in a very small town that certainely did not fulfill its quota of psycho killers. We are primarily known for our trade in weed, and have not (to my knowledge) had a murder ever. Never the less, every time I go out at night - to take out the garbage, get something from the garage, etc - I border on being petrified. I cannot keep myself from thinking about all the monstrosities that may be crouching, just out of sight, waiting for me to pass by so they can rip my small body to shreds. And every time a car passes by, I always hide behind the garage, so the potential drive-byers will not see me.

However, that is not the focus of my paranoia. I’ve always been able to delude myself into thinking that if a normal person attacked my house, I would be able to beat them off. I’ve even lain awake at night and thought about what I would do in just such an event. What really scares me is that things, like what I read about in science fiction books, have somehow managed to shed their fictional quality, and are coming after me. My worst nightmare involves my family. I wake up in the middle of the night with the dreaded feeling that something is incredibly wrong. I see a shadow move with frightening furtivness, directly toward my pitifuly flimsy fortress of a bed! I’m out of bed in a flash, out the door, and down the hall, feet pounding on the carpet, breath harsh in my throat, hair standing on end. I race towards my parents room. "Mom, Dad, wake up, there’s something in th . . ." But I stop in mid-sentence when I open the door and view the horrible scene before me. There, in my parent’s bed lie not the human beings I have known my entire life, but some horrible monstrosity that normally exists only in nightmares such as this. But this time, it’s not a nightmare! Those horrible things in that bed were really my parents, and now they’ve "gone over" and are after me too!

Well, that’s about it Journal, my worst nightmare. Everything I’ve ever known to be good has changed, and lives now for the sole purpose of my destruction. This haunts me all the time. I lye in bed and pull the covers over my head in a vain attempt to ignore the shadows cast by the moonlight. I sing songs and pray until it finally goes away, and I can slip into the bliss that is slumber and dream of better things.

cold winds blast over barren plains
where there’s never sun, and it always rains
humans live underground
where they cannot be found
by the Changelings