Well, it's 3-something on this fine Tuesday morning, and still no sign of my roommate. Hmm... I hope he's OK. I'm not really worried though. He's a tough guy, he can take care of himself. LOL... At least, that is if his plane didn't crash. Aye me... Why am I worrier about things like this? I mean, I could be failing school (which I am BTW), have one of my favorite pets die, or be having problems in a relationship and just brush it off without a care. But my roommate? Christ!?...

Anyways... I'm starting to revamp (no pun intended) the look of this site, hoping to make it more interesting and add some eye-candy for all of you out there who might stumble upon it. BTW, see that image to the left there? I've got that tattooed on my right shoulder blade. Just thought ya'll might be interested. And YES!!! I did just say ya'll. I may be a vampyre, but we don't all have bad European accents. I'm from the South if you must know. But then again, I pull off a very good Scottish accent, as well as English... ::sigh:: I should be in England now. America holds nothing for me it seems. Sure, it has some things, but that's what I'm trying to get away from. You know, parents, people in general, rules, secrecy about what I am, etc... Give me a year, I'll be living in England, you watch.

But anyways. I haven't covered much thus far, I just felt like rambling. Ohh... I almost forgot, I do have some stuff to talk about. I'll be getting a couple of blood tests done tomorrow to ensure I'm clean, it makes things go much easier when I have a clean bill of health to show my donors ya know... Also, I had my first "pre-session" with a psychiatrist today. No, I'm not there b/c I'm insane, or someone put me there b/c they found out I think I'm a vampyre (too bad they don't accept the truth anyways)... I actually admitted myself to this counsel. With my grades having fallen as low as they are she may be able to help me get this semester withdrawn. Since my awakening in this life-time, I've been plagued by depression and anti-socialism, that's the ticket I need to get all my shit dismissed thus far, or, so I hope... Also, if I'm diagnosed with clinical depression like she says I might have, that means I get all these wonderful "happy pills" to take... WOOHOO!!! Happy pills, happy pills....

I'm not crazy, the world just labels me that way. There's more to me than anyone will ever know in their mortal existence, it's sad, it's lonely, but it's the life I have been given to live, the life I asked for so long ago, and now I must reap the fruits of my choice. I'll be fine, I'm strong, and I'll only get stronger. I need to feed still, it's been several days. I can tell I'm losing the energy I had, it's a shame, no it's a curse, that it only lasts for so long. If you know of any willing donors, feel free to e-mail me, I'm open to any help I can get. I promise it will be the experience of a lifetime for you. A most pleasurable thing that you will never regret. Till next time...

-Tristan