Well, it's been about two weeks since it happened. Ladies and gentlemen, the Servant is seventeen. That's right, I'm almost legal! Run!!!! x3

Just kiddin', guys, but I am seventeen now.... Wow, I guess you really do look back on the years and wonder 'Where the fuck did all my time go?!' To me, it seems as if I was just starting fifth grade yesterday, and now, I'm turning into a senior in high school. People think I haven't matured much, mainly my parents on that one. But, honestly, I just like to take things at my own pace. In the past, I was an immature brat, and thatwas on the good days. Now,... Ok, I'm still a bit of an immature brat, but hey, nobody's perfect; my name ain't Nobody.

I guess what I'm trying ta say here, is that I feel like the future is coming at me too fast. Yeah, I know I want to be a writer when I get done with everything, but I'm still worried abot how to go about it. So, I guess there's only one thing to do.

I shall fill my shot glass with Sobe, drain it, and say for all the world to hear: Bring it on, assholes. I'm ready.

One of my friends tagged me. Bastard....

Rules:
1: Post these rules.
2: People tagged must post 8 things each about themselves in their journals.
3: Tag six people and post their icons on the same journal.
4: Go to their pages and send a message saying you tagged them.
5: No tag-backs.

1: I prefer winter to the other seasons.
2: I hate being tagged, and usually get revenge for it.
3: I know the first names of most friends here.
4: I get irritated with people who don't update in a while, then do a massive flood of posts.
5: My preferences remain secret to most, until they figure it out.
6: I prefer to keep most of my aliases quite.
7: Alexander McKain is one of said aliases.
8: Most of what is said here is a riddle.

I'm not taggin' anyone.

Hey, guys..... Eh heh heh heh....


Look, I know all seven of you reviewers most likely want to murder me by now, but it's not my fault, I swear! Honestly, I'm trying as hard as I can to get this done, but I'm afraid I'm still stuck on most areas of the second chapter for TCBM. So, I'm begging you, please be patient. I enjoy living, so please don't come pounding on my door with pitchforks and torches. Please!

A fearful writer and poet,
Kaji

Since I don't know how to put a link up (Actually, I'm just too lazy to go remember via my signature...), I'll be posting up the web addresses here that I get asked to ad by my friends.

This be the first one, by Ravyn Crecent. She's an awesome writer, and a good friend of mine. Be nice to her if you contact her!

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From what I could tell, it's a beanie babies site. I didn't go to far, so don't ask me.

Is it a bird? A plane? An actual update on the story? No to all of the above!!!

Sorry, I just had to do that. Anyway, I'm sorry that I'm still taking so freakin' long on Chapter II, but I don't really have a choice. You see, the way it's being posted is a helluva lot different from the way I wrote it. For example, in the original, Cina gets sick, Blank takes his part and Skye joins Zidane (who wants him dead.) for the stage fight and the kidnapping. As a matter of fact, I already have six chapters ready and I'm working on Chapter VII, and the second chapter posted up is actually II and III mixed together.

However, this is not the way things are going. As you well know, Skye has taken Marcus' role because the theif is sicker then a dog. He has a hangover while he's doing the play, so he's not in the best shape. Yet, he still has to go through with it. Now, here's the issue:

I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT SO FREAKIN' EVER HOW TO WRITE THE BLOODY SCENES FOR THE PLAY!!!

That's right, Ladies and Gents, I'm stalling because I don't know how to rewrite Chapters II, III, VI and V. I'm sorry, but I'm goin' absolutely insnae here! Yes, I know I'm already long past that point, but this is a different kind of insanity. While I love my normal brand of it, I despise this new brand with a passion that rivals the hatred of an angel and a demon.

And I know my friends try to help, but they can't; they already have enough on their plates, and frankly, I'd rather keep them from finding out that I'm in deep shit with this story. I honestly have no idea what to do. Yes, I know that all the scenes that all the scenes Marcus has in the play are shown. However, I have to write, deisgn and plot all the stuff between the first battle scene of the play you see and the scene between Leo and Marcus. I am sorely tempted to just say, "Fuck it," and cut that portion out of the story. But if I do that, I'm sure everyone who's reading it and this will murder me in horrendus ways.

*sighs* Guess I'll have to think of something... Wish me luck, guys.

Your friend,
The Servant