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Hrun_the_Barbarian
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Name: Michael
Gender: Male
Interests: Cows, weapons, mechanical stuff, neuclear power, and running away very fast when people with bigger weapons show up.
Expertise: I can lay about with a big sword, or a big axe, or even a big club. I am a barbarian, suppleties are not my strong point. Can I make you some cookies?
Occupation: Military
Industry: Other
Message: message meEmail: email me
Member Since:
11/28/2005
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| See, I live north of Cananda, thus I feel it is my duty to show the good people of the world just how good the Canadians have life.
It is so warm in Canada that they use Heat Lamps for refrigerators.
It is so warm in Canada that they need to use compact cars to drive across the lake.
It is so warm in Canada that they can ice fish with dynamite.
It is so warm in Canada that their children don't need to ride snow-mobiles to school...5 or 6 days a year.
It is so warm in Canada that Canadians can count on one hand the times it has snowed on independence day.
It is so warm in Canada that crocuses come up in July.
Okay, I think that is all the Canada jokes I can come up with right now.
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| Why does the beating keep going so long? Why doesn't anything seem to work? I just need a hug, yet there is nobody around who I would let hug me. Why is my life so screwed up that I cannot even get some compassion. I tried talking with somebody, but that only made it worse. I really hate being emo, but this impromptu poem came out.
I need a hug or a smile, not a lecture
A little compassion in lieu of your spite
I know you have nothing but censure
but I didn't come out here to fight
See my arms are already bleeding
And broken my heart's in your hands
soft spoken my lips you aren't reading
to you I just want understand
My English is slowly degrading
For pain in my unending grief
won't you please to my hurting be aiding
or letting me get some relief
In the sorrow of hearts is no healing
in the ripping of scabs is no love
My head from the pain is still reeling
Oh where is the corn sickle dove.
Now I just need to figure out how to get out of this town. Hopefully for good. There are too many bad memories tied up around here.
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| Today I lead the Elder's Quorum discussion. We talked about debt, addiction, and living within our means. At the end, Kody brought up that he has made more money working minimum wage than he did while working a thousand dollar an hour job. This reminded me of Proverbs 28:22 which reads, "He that hasteth to be rich hath an evil eye, and considereth not that poverty shall come upon him." There are probably other readings for that verse, but it strikes me as contrary to the whole idea of getting rich with little effort.
Hrun has been bored lately. He hasn't had much chance to run and be wild. Nor has there been much work to do with regards to purging his kingdom of demons. He is getting restless and I know not where to point him. Is there no great deed to which I could direct his enthusiasm?
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| How fickle the favors of Nike
How swiftly the laurel leaves wilt
Where once there was glory, now tarnish
Where once there was honor, now guilt The Proud shall truly be humbled;
The Bondsman shall surely go free;
The warrior a plowshear be wielding,
The burner be planting a tree. Though dark now the night is fast setting
And rudely do harsh monarchs blast
The beauty of peacetime will comfort
And trials of wartime outlast. | | |
| When I broke up with the High Arturus a couple weeks ago, I thought that part of my life was ended. However, I cannot forget her. I am plagued by memories of her, oddly bereft of the quarrels and quibbles that I know were constant interruptions. Somehow she grows more perfect with every passing day.
Not that I am doing creepy, stalkerish things, like caressing a lock of her hair while humming one of our songs. It is just that she is, in my mind, so connected to everything around here that I am constantly reminded of her. I need to get away, but I have committed to taking classes at the local community college this semester, so I cannot just leave. A change of locale is probably what I need the most, though, even were I free to do so, it presents lots of logistical problems that I am currently unequipped to handle.
Furthermore, since she was in my ward, most of the people I see on a regular basis remind me of her. Slowly memories without her pile up and suffocate the ones plagueing me, but that takes time. Even worse, most of the music I listen to reminds me of her because it describes how our relationship went, makes me think that our relationship had no chance of working, or makes me feel like a skumbag for how I treated her. Somehow men are always the skumbags. Not that I think anything could make me think she was the skumbag, but it is much more common for a man to be depicted as a skumbag than for a woman to be likewise depicted.
Sometimes chivalry sucks. I still love her, but I know that it won't work. I don't know what to do. I just wish I knew.
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