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It's been almost 2 years since I wrote anything in this, and although nobody really reads other peoples' journals, at least it gives me a place to vent my thoughts. Let's see, where do I start?

I decided to change the title of my journal and the color of my text. The whole "Vampire's Log" thing might upset my standing with those obsessed with the Twilight series, as it might undermine my neutral standing. The color of the text changing has something to do with what I'm watching recently. An anime series called Soul Eater, actually. In that series, peoples' souls have a specific color regarding their personality. I decided to go with the male lead's color, light blue. It fits his personality, as he is a calm, cool, and collected sort of guy. That's enough about the journal changes, I guess.

For those who aren't already aware of the fact, I started training to be a firefighter early November 2010. It didn't go well at all with the physical training at first (in fact, I still have trouble keeping up), but I'm steadily making progress. At least my school study habits kick in when we're taking exams on the basics, such as the different types of knots we use for our ropes, or how to properly store and maintain our hoses to ensure not only our safety, but the safety of civilians during an emergency. I think some of the discipline they instill at the training center is starting to rub off on me, since I find it shocking I'm actually typing more than two lines in this journal. That, and I'm not the typically lazy gamer I once was. Job hunting was never good for me, even though I started my search straight out of high school. I know what most people think when I say this: "Why didn't you go straight to college instead?" That's when I respond with "In order to go to college, you need money, and to get money you need a job, and to get a job you need higher education. Scholarships aren't enough these days, and I don't feel right borrowing from the bank." That wraps up my education and my vocational activities.

On to family. My brothers are all in good health. Although I only mean this by physical standards. The second oldest (the one after me, of course) recently had his hair styled in a most unsettling matter. The only way to describe this look is that it looks like "a mohawk mullet with dreadlocks as multiple tails". High school teens these days have a weird sense of style. The third youngest has a rapidly degrading attitude these days. Just a few days ago, he thought it would impress his friends if he picked a fight with me in front of them. His insults didn't bother me much at first, but when he started insulting MY friends, I didn't let him get away. "I'm sorry, he can't come out to play today. He seems a little blue". No one disrespects my friends, and now he knows that family's no exception. My step-sister is also the center of much suspicion. She claims that she is part of an afterschool program, as she doesn't come back home at the usual time........There is no club at her school that meets past 4 pm. For now, though, the only thing I can do is watch her moves at home, and make sure to figure out any sudden change in behavior or personality. The only sane one (and no, I don't include myself, as I admit I'm a bit crazy myself) seems to be my youngest brother. He's still a toddler (and no, I will not reveal specific ages about any sibling), but his learning capabilities seem well above average. He only needs to see an activity that I teach him once, and he either mimics it exactly or does so with better results (for a toddler, that is). If I can keep the other two's influence from poisoning his young mind, he might be destined for great things. And now my parents. My step-father recently returned from his construction work from out of state, and will be staying with us for a while until he has to return to work. My mother's business started out slow at first when she and her business partner went their separate ways, but it seems all of her old customers prefer to do business with her rather than the other one. That's good news for her, I guess. At least now we don't have to worry much about bills.

My friends are the lighthouse that show me the way home on my sea of depression. And that was more true a few months ago. I was separated from my girlfriend at the time, and it felt as if my sadness will persist for the rest of my life. I would usually get out of bed each morning, drop off my siblings at school and the tot at the babysitter's, then I would go out job-hunting (although as stated before, wouldn't be so successful), and when I came home, all the thoughts about being alone flooded my head so suddenly that I would usually fall asleep before 4 pm. But then something unexpected happened. I received a call from a friend. That has never happened before. Usually, I was the one who made the calls, but that day, I was on the receiving end. It was yggdrasil x (real name withheld) asking me if I wanted to hang out at his place. Naturally, as I needed someone to talk to, I said yes. After a few weeks of this, I finally picked up the phone one day and resumed my usual requests to hang out with various people. I wouldn't say that they'd give anything to protect me, but as a gesture of kindness to them, I wouldn't say no if there was something they needed.

Oh, and about my ex-girlfriend, could you not mention anything about her if you, the reader, were to talk to me? I made a promise to myself to not deal with that situation until I was ready. Thanks in advance. And thank you for taking the time to read my tale. I know this isn't that much goings-on for almost 2 years, but it feels better getting my thoughts out in the open like this. To all my old friends, I hope we stay friends until the end. And to any new friends, I hope you accept the fact that you befriended me at least a little, and hope you don't think of me as some degenerate for life (believe me, there will be times I mess up during our friendship, so I also hope you bear with me).