~JohntheSilver

Hey everybody! Long time no type! Wow, I can't believe how long it's been since I've posted a journal on here. I guess that I just haven't had that much to say really. I'm going on, day by day and making strides in my life. It's almost scary how my positive steps I've currently take but I guess that it has been something I have always wanted to do. Anyways, here's the headlines...

THE SILVER HEADLINES

STILL WITH MY SILVERY GIRLFRIEND
Yup! It's been almost a year and I am STILL with my girlfriend. Her and I have been having a blast and things couldn't be better. I truly love her very much and the feeling is more than returned.

FIRST THE LIBRARY, THEN THE WORLD!!
Well it only took years and years but I have FINALLY got a promotion at my library. I'm now an assistant supervisor and am currently enjoying the drunken power trip I get every night. Mwa hahahahaha! Even now I have a worker fanning me with one of our more flimsey books .

"CAPE" AND GOWN
So, I'm FINALLY graduating in May and all I have to say is that I really think they should change the attire from a Cap and Gown, to a CAPE and Gown! I mean, how AWESOME would that be to walk up, accept your degree from the dean, and walk away with a vibrant cape flapping in your stead? I mean, I think it would be a good idea.

SPECIAL NEWS
NEW CONTEST!!!!!!

Hey all! I've decided to put up a new contest to get my art skills pumping. Below, I shall post a poem I wrote. The contest is that I want you to tell me what the poem is about. The first person to respond to this journal with the correct answer will get a free drawing or poem (your choice) from me that I shall post on here. Sound good? Okay, here is the poem:

Over my head, the sheets are drawn high up
And they are the first my waking eyes see.
Blinded by a shade of brilliant, blurry
White, I recoil like a newborn pup.
But steadily overhead, the hues soften,
And the white linen ebbs into pale blue.
That cascade of serenity that comes
With this color, that feeling of calm and
Safety won’t last though. The sheet’s cut on cue.
It bleeds and stains through, and my heartstrings strum.
The fierce red darkens…darkens in its last
Breath until the blanket above dyes…black.
Though covered in dark, I fret not. The vast
Sheet is holey with lights…not all pitch-black.

Anyways people, that is all. I hope everyone is doing well and things are going good. Take care and good luck with the contest if anyone cares to participate. Laterz!


CLUBS

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"Being an artist means being commited...and I mean that in EVERY sense of the word!" - Me