Hey all

Readers,

Yeah, it's me again, I'm a bit sad...
nothing exciting, no one to talk to...
whatever...
I guess this blog's gonna be a journal from now on...

~~Martin

Readers,

I'm just making this post to advertise my anonymous friend's blog that's ranting about school. Yes he goes to the same school I do, and no I won't give out his name. His blog is http://mrchinthedrk.blogspot.com/.
that's all, basically. If you read it, comment on how boring or whatever you think your school or teachers is/are. Wow, I'm really rambling aren't I? I fail at life... Whatever...
Peace

~~Martin

Summer So Far

Readers

It's been a few weeks after the end of school. And now I'm bored. I haven't been able to fish for awhile, so I'm out of practice... But when I went up north for the National Cherry Festival, I caught crawfish by flicking them out of the water. HILARIOUS. XD. That's it... =)

--Martin Jaramillo

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Don't talk to a man who's fishing...

Readers,

I know it’s been a while since I’ve written, but whatever right? What are a few months between friends? Anyway, it’s almost summer and I was planning on doing one, very important activity: Fishing. Ever since the dawn of time, man has been perfecting the act of catching dinner on a measly line and bent wire. But as man progressed, the fish actually adapted to our catching them; even if they’re not very bright. *cough cough* back to the point. The reason fishing is named so is because the act of catching fish is harder than catching a ball. Fish have learned to be cautious about what they put into their mouths. That’s why Fishing isn’t called ‘catching’ and catching isn’t called ‘balling’ (by the way, that’s what she said). Any angler knows that the “old’ reliable” rig to catch fish would be hook, line, and sinker. But most people like to put a spin on it by adding, well, a spinner. Spinners would be a rounded out piece of shiny metal attached to a three pronged hook and pulled through the water to simulate a swimming minnow or something. Anyway, this is all besides the point that almost everybody in Livonia Stevenson High school thinks that fishing is boring! I beg to differ that fishing is a way to connect with nature, and a reason to get the hell out of the house. But the best part is the fighting of the fish
Many beginning anglers usually set the drag on high; this in turn makes the fight very short and not very fishing like (boring). Therefore, when you go to buy your first rod, try and get one that has drag control, it’ll make your experience worthwhile. Next, look for a place to actually catch fish, whether it a pond, lake, stream, river, ocean, it doesn’t matter! Be sure to check the forecast before you go, here’s a link to a page on when to fish for, well, fish. There are also many types of live bait you can use. Be sure to check with local authorities on what types of bait are allowed in certain areas.
Well, that’s all for me today. Yes I know that it wasn’t very good. I’m not one of those people who want things ‘perfect’. Just skip it okay? TTFN!

§-§-§Martin Jaramillo

Random Stuff... I guess

How do I put my thoughts into words right now… I could say: “happiness isn’t the best thing for me right now…” or “What does the school (torture) system have in store for me today?” Those may seem like dark or depressing thoughts, but that’s how I feel right now: dark, shadowy, and depressing!
Ugh… this subject isn’t working out… I guess I’ll write down random poems I made up a few weeks ago while I think of a new subject…

As I fade, your look is dire.
I feel your touch, warm, like fire.
With friends so close and death so near.
I fear for you, my love so dear…
--Martin Jaramillo

In the day and in the night,
My dark blue wings are locked in flight.
My friend is dead and laid to rest.
On my dagger burns his crest.
--Martin Jaramillo

Onto battle, my time draws near.
I draw my sword with senses clear
My friend, in danger, I must protect.
From my chest, a sword erect.
--Martin Jaramillo

O-okay that was… interesting… anyway: How was my story? Pretty good right? I thought so… unfortunately my co authors, *cough cough* haven’t helped much in the past few weeks, so my story’s gathering dust on my shelf… Okay, now THIS subject’s not working!!! AGH!!!
I guess I’ll just say random Japanese words…
Omoshiroi (Interesting) nanajihan desu (7:30)
Konnichi wa (Hello or good afternoon) jazu (Jazz)
Duragon [Dragon (foreign)] shippai suru (Fail)
Ryu [Dragon (Traditional)] kusoimaimashii (F***ing)

The Cursed Angel: Revisited

Yet another insight into what my novel is and what it might be. Another look into the world of LT. 'Fighting' Falcon Wing:

“Need a bit of help?”
I turned around; in front of me was a girl about my height (5’ 5”), fire red hair, sexy build, and the looks of a Mage.
“Did you need help or what?” she asked.
“Uhh…” I sounded like a dork.
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.” She looked beyond me, “By the way, I’m Ember, Ember Dragonwing.”
Ember strode past me and placed herself between the thugs.
“Ignis sphaira!” Ember shouted.
As soon as she finished those two words, a fire ball ignited from her right hand. She playfully tossed it from hand to hand, giggling at the awe-struck thugs.
“Weren’t you guys coming after me?” she smiled.
One by one, the thugs dropped their weapons and fled toward Jim, who was still on the ground bleeding like hell.
Ember laughed again and looked at her little fire ball, “Thanato…” the fireball went out.
“I’ll get you for this, Wing!!!” It was Jim, “I swear it!!!” He was limping into his car.
“Did you want me to blow it up?” Ember asked, a little bored
“No, let them go.” I looked at my PDTM, “I’m already late as it is.”
“Can I come, uhh…, what did you say your name was again?”
“I guess you can come, and the name’s Wing, Falcon Wing.” I said. I put my best James Bond impression on when I said that.
“Okay, good, I was afraid that I’d have to unpack.”
I looked at her, “You packed already?”
“Of course…” she sighed, “are we gonna go or what?”
“Yeah, let’s—” my phone rang, interrupting me, “Yeah-low!”
“Falcon! We’re taking off now!” Martin shouted, “We’ll be passing over your location in a few seconds”
As if on cue, I heard a jet passing over head.
“Okay, I’m heading up…” I stretched my wings, “see you soon.” I cut the connection.
“Well?” Ember tapped her foot, “Are we going?”
“Yeah,” I clipped my pack on, “We’ve got a jet to catch, climb on.”
Ember climbed on my back and I ran down the alleyway. I extended my wings and I began sprinting to get off the ground. Unfortunately, my wingspan of fourteen feet was grazing the walls of the alley, very painful. But I still got us into the sky.
I called Martin and said four, very crucial words: “Open the fucking door!!!”

And another:

“It’s been a long time since I’ve tasted blood.” she was purring with content.
I screamed, I tried to shake her off but my body wouldn’t respond. I began to black out, and in the process, I began to fall.
“What to do…” Marissa laughed, blood dripping from her ruby-red lips, “I think your wings will go nicely on my trophy wall.”
As my vision began fading, I caught a glimpse of Martin’s Cruzer and something that looked like a huge Eagle… Then, I blacked out.
I came in and out of consciousness, each time; Marissa was either sucking blood from my neck or stroking me and laughing.
I think I was out for a few days until I had a strange dream...

And... Last one I guess:

Zephyr and I flew without conversation and it was about 2:30pm when we actually landed in the cold of Siberia.
*Shiver* “How can anything live here?” Zephyr chattered through his jaws.
“Don’t know…” I replied.
I re-activated my PDTM, lit the projector, and hit the holographic ‘com-link’ button. I was instantly face to face with a mini hologram of Martin (It’s kind of like those Star Wars communicators).
“FALCON!?!?!” Martin was practically falling over in shock, “H-HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE!?!?!”
“And a ‘hello’ to you too…” I was kind of tired so I made it quick, “Martin, I need you to fly the plane over here, I’ll activate my tracer and you can fly towards me, got it?”
“Right, we’re in the Philippines, so it might take a few days…”
I knit my eyebrows together, “Why, are you guys in the Philippines?”
“Uhh… Gotta go BYE!!!” Martin immediately cut the connection.
Zephyr walked over and flopped down on the powder snow, “How long are we gonna be here?”
I turned to him, “A few days tops…” what I said was, unfortunately, my mistake.
Zephyr immediately pounced on me and stuck his face in mine, “A few days?!?” He growled, “A FEW DAYS!?!”
“Yeah, just relax,” I tried to adjust my hands, to no avail, “I might be able to get us a place to stay.”
Zephyr got off and looked at me darkly, “You had better…”
I got up and moved my wings around, nothing broken, bruised injured or otherwise. I pulled up the mini map again and looked at the surrounding 10-mile circle. I had the watch pinpoint a few cabins within flying distance.
“Got ‘em,” I shouted, “Zephyr, come on; we’re going to find a good place to wait this out.
We got airborne and almost immediately spotted the first cabin, unfortunately, it was occupied. Smoke was rising from the chimney.
“Damn… bank to the right and fly a few miles, there’s another one.” I shouted.
We checked house after house, every single one occupied. That is, until…
“Wait! Down there!” I leaped off of Zephyr’s back and began a descending spiral, “There’s one almost covered with snow!”
“What?” Zephyr began to follow in my spiral, “You found one?”
“Yeah… just follow my lead.”
I continued my spiral until I actually hit the knee deep snow, while Zephyr was making his landing; I trudged through the snow and tugged at the door.
“See if you can open the door, Zephyr!” he walked over and pulled the door off of its hinges, “Thanks…”
We walked inside and looked around; this place was well stocked with supplies, not a day old either.
“Hmm… peculiar…” I said to myself. I walked into what looked like a kitchen and saw a note.
Falcon, if you’re reading this, Hermes delivered the safe house… well… safe and sound… LOL… anyways… this place restocks itself, so don’t hesitate to come back anytime…
--Jesus
PS: there’s a button under the sink that shrinks this place into a briefcase if you ever feel like movin’ house. =P
Good guy, Jesus, always there for ya’

For the record, Zephyr is a Tide Dragon... Well, Mr. Fielder does want a hyperlink... so click on ‘Dragons’ if you want to go to probably the closest thing to actual Dragon descriptions that you Mortals can come up with...
Well, this is what I have so far... Anyway, if you have any ideas, see me and I'll check if I can fit them in or somthin...

If I died 2morow, what would youu say 2 me 2day

Hi... If your reading this, congratulations, you've found Martin's blog... of course you're reading this! Anyway, the purpose of this post is to speak my mind about how badly YOU think (or know) I am...
1. Mara: she just pretends to be my friend just to mess with me
2. Katie St.Germaine: She annoys me to the point of no return
3. Matt Garon: he's ashamed/embarassed to even talk or speak to me in public
4. Marissa Bo: she's just a Vamp and there's an ongoing conflict there
5. Mario Tomei: uses me by exploiting the We-Were-Locker-Partners excuse
6. Matt Fielder: He’s just my Teacher that got me chewed out by my parents
7. Sarah Osborne: I can’t think of any reason, just that I’m supposedly annoying
8. Jason Bartkowiak: same as Garon
9. Brendan Lawton: he’s too popular to even care
10. Mark Arnold: pities me
11. Joey Tyler: same as Mark
12. Sara Grunkemyer: Ongoing conflict
13. Alex Ferguson: she’s way too annoying
14. Whats-her-face Valenti: same as Alex

NEW WORD COMBO!!!

OH MY GOD!!!!!!! I HAD A BRILLIANT IDEA OVER BREAK!!! WHAT IF SOMEONE HAD AN EPIC FAIL SO HILARIOUS, BUT DIDN'T KNOW WHAT WORDS TO SAY? WELL, WAIT NO LONGER, FOR I HAVE DEVISED A HILARIOUS COMBO OF FAIL AND 'WOOT'. YEAH, YOU HEARD ME, 'WOOT'!!! I HAVE CREATED "EPIC WOOT" AND HERE IS THE DEFINITION: AN EPIC WOOT HAPPENS WHEN A PERSON FAILS SO BAD THAT IT'S FUNNY TO EVERYONE WHO HAD WITNESSED IT. EVEN THE PERSON WHO FAILED IS LAUGHING. I'VE HAD A FEW BEFORE SO I NOW USE THIS WORD COMBO WHENEVER I FAIL EPICLY. HOPE YOU USE IT TOO. BY THE WAY, MY STORY: THE CURSED ANGEL, IS COMING ALONG WELL, IF YOU'RE WONDERING. I'M ALMOST TO THE PART WHERE THEY GET LOST IN A FREAK SNOWSTORM. BUT CAN'T GET TOO FAR INTO THAT. LATERS!!! L=<

Ugh... Valentines Day X-P

Okay, If you’re reading this, you’re now sworn to secrecy. The only reason: Dragons. But, that’s beside the point. Anyway, Dragons are a very festive bunch, being sentient (intelligent). They celebrate all of the holidays that the countries they live in celebrate. Basically, Different Species of Dragons celebrate different holidays. For example, the Lung (AKA Asian Lung), is a Chinese dragon that celebrates the Chinese New Year by weaving in and out of the fireworks launched from below. American Dragons, which resemble the shape of the European Dragon, are darker in coloration ranging from pure black to midnight blue. They celebrate Independence Day, Memorial Day, and Labor Day. Anyway, Valentine’s Day is one of the major holidays that the A.D.s celebrates.
Don’t ask me why, I’ve been investigating it for seventy years! That’s a good chunk of my life right there! I’ve only been alive for… uh… about a-hundred-and-fourteen years! But back to the matter at hand… Male Dragon Tamers haven’t understood the workings of the higher-ranking Female Tamers, that’s because WE have to do all of the work! Cooking, cleaning, and the *shiver* laundry… The females always disappear for the whole week before Valentine’s Day. And we found out why in 2008: they help dragons ask the loves of their lives out. Typical… Girls messing around in the affairs of natural selection; Ugh… Being a rogue, I help a little myself. Sort of… What I did to the girls was:
A. Egged them
B. Threw water ballons
C. Glued them to their seats
D. Replaced their hair gel with itching powder mixed with water
E. Dug a pitfall
F. Flushed the toilet when they were in the shower
G. Set the spray nozzle on ‘on’ when they used the sink
H. Covered the doorways in saran wrap
I. And Hijacked all of their cars and sank them in the Detroit River.
I got chewed out so-o bad after that I was sent to the Reform Center for Unruly Tamers. AKA: Stevenson High School. Four years later, I’ll get them back. But While I’m here, better start planning.
= j

New Tamers Wanted!!!

Reader,
I thought that I'd mix it up this year and advertise being a 'Tamer'. Being a Tamer does have it's advantages; Near-perfect eternal life for example. You kill yourself, you're dead. But anything else (guns, knives, DragonFlame) you might live. Depending. ANY way... Tamers, when they start, get a copy of The Tamer Code. Tamer Code is a set of rules that Tamers must comply with otherwise they get… well… punished. But there is some lenience, New Tamers receive five blank lines in their handbook for rules they write themselves. I put a copy of my own Code below so you can see an example of what The Code looks like. Anyway, I wrote this for a reason so… If you would like an application, see me for information.
--Martin Jaramillo
Livonian Dragon Tamer

Translation of Tamer Code
1: Male Tamers must respect females.
2: Tamers must respect Everyone's True Names.
3: Tamers must not harm the Dragon Race.
4: Tamers must defend the public from the Rampages of Dragons.
5: Tamers must always keep their True Names to themselves and their most trusted friends.
6: Tamers must record all Dragon encounters.
7: Tamers must not show their copy of the Tamer Code to other Tamers.
8: Tamers must respect their corresponding Religions.
9: Friends are a Dragon Tamer’s most valued asset; and Greatest Weakness.
My Five ‘Self-Written’ Rules*
11-15: Martin may…
a. opt out of recording Dragon Encounters.
b. Seclude himself from ‘friends’ if he wishes.
c. opt out of defending the public
d. convert between being a ‘rogue†’ D.T. to a ‘regular’ D.T. whenever he wants.
e. be allowed to hurt Dragons when need be.

* New Tamers are allowed to add five rules of their own.
† Rouges may do whatever they want with their belongings. (Including their Tamer Code)