Well, here i am again. This week i spent most of my time studying for a Forklift license. I don't recommend doing this course in the least. I spent two whole days in a large warehouse in 30 degree (Celsius) heat learning how to actually drive these things. Now most of the people in my class had driven forklifts, which left me with no idea how to work these things. Today was the final exam, and i passed by the skin of my nuts. Pretty much, you drive around an obstacle course with a large amounts of concrete on the forks, and if you hit a cone, you fail. Thanks for the vote of confidence course instructors, I got two years to learn to drive a car and two days to learn to drive this.
I am also doing a bar tending course soon and hope to get a job with one of my friends. I should really talk about them, shouldn't I? Well since they aren't here to protest, I shall. I have 2 main friends I try to see as much as i can, Midnight Omni and White Knight, and we are like brothers. We have known each other for about a year now, and are hoping to find a house together next year. White knight is about 6 foot, with dark brown hair and kinda looks like Robert Patterson from a certain vampire movie series which i shall not name, hence his original nick-name "Sparkles", but we changed it because he hated the gay jokes.. He is very loyal, noble, quite smart, and enjoys tae kwon do. Midnight is around 5foot 9 inches, short to medium brown-ish hair and wants people to "come at him". He is a very good friend, and likes some sort of martial arts, but he can't take me down so easily. *chuckle* I have 1 more close friend who has been there for me longer than these guys have, but I shall get to that next time.
Since I'm talking about my friends, I might as well give the back story for Alice and Markov. Alice started out life as my imaginary friend and all i know about her is what i learnt from old finger paintings. Then early 2011 i started having dreams about her, mostly her asking if i remember her, which i didn't. It wasn't until i moved some of my old childhood stuff that i found a box of paintings that shared a resemblance to her. After some super detective work (bugging my family for answers) it all came back. When she eventually turned up out of my dreams, I was scared. I knew i was going mad, but i didn't want to go so soon. But she grew on me, and i was brought back to the times we sat together watching play school. She began telling me what was the right thing to do, which kinda got annoying, but she didn't mind. Markov on the other hand, was more simple. I knew that if there was good, evil would be need to keep balance. So i chose the exact opposite of Alice, a Russian-born mad man who couldn't fight his way out of a paper bag.
Which brings me to Wednesday night, I had woken from a black out to find myself face to face with a pair of bright blue eyes. Alice was sitting on my chest, as she says, observing my sleep patterns. I told her I found it creepy and she asked if it would be better if Markov was doing it. I didn't tell her at the time, but yeah i kind of would have preferred it. At least i know he would really being studying my sleep. My worst fear is to wake up with my hair in braids.
That's all for now my friends. As always, I have been your Angel for this evening.
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