Lunatic Ledger, the blog of CLShards

[Angelic Assassin]

This is a story, of sorts. I got the idea a while back. I figured that a blog format, of sorts might be an interesting way to write a story, and since I would never write a blog about myself, a fictional character might be best.

Let me know what you think. And anything at the top of the post in blue is my drivel
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Lunatic Ledger
CLShards
Entry 1
June 16, 2005

Alright, I need to get this said first. I am not an attention whore. I'm starting this blog so that I can get stuff off my chest, without having my therapist question and analyze everything I say. If I were an attention whore, I would be one of those crackpots who gets on a ledge threatening to jump, but never doing it. And the only reason I'm making it public is so that I might be able to connect with people who may have been through similar experiances.

First of all, I am not a people person normally. When the people you spend the most time with are your parents, who think you're nuts and as a result force feed you meds and the therapist who keeps them believing it, or the people you go to school who know you take those meds and also think you're insane , it's not all that surprising. Not even the outcasts at my school want to accept me.

Second, my parents think that people who write and post these things are highly unstabe mentally. Since they already think I am, what with the two therapist visits a week, the meds, and the full psych evaluation every three months, I figure I have nothing left to lose, so might as well feed their delusions, make it that much easier for me to get out when I graduate in a year.

Anyway, I guess that's about it for now. Comment if you want, I don't really care.

Shards out.
365 days until I can move out

[Angelic Assassin]

Well here it is, the next installment, sorry it took a while to get here.

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Lunatic Ledger
CLShards
Entry 2
June 23

Well, the last week was eventful. I passed on of those lovely psych evaluations yesterday, figured I'd write about it here.

It started out like any other of the ones I've been through. You know the typical ink blots, and talking about emotions as well as whether or not I believe in dragons and things.

In other words, I had to lie my ass off for a while. Right up to the point until the shrink brought up my age and said that it was time for me to consider my options for when I graduate. And that when things went south. Apparently stating the fact that I fully intend to light out of the house with the money I've saved from babysitting and working at Pandora's Express the past few years as fast as my van can drive, is not the brightest of ideas.

Sometimes I've got to learn to think before I speak, because after that it took me three more hours to explain my relationship with my parents and why exactly I want to be out from under their thumbs. If I were anyone else, I know that wouldn't have happened, and now there is this lovely little proviso that I have to pass a final psych evaluation before I can move out. At least it's another month that I can save my money, though the babysitting I am not looking forward to, ah well, they're good kids, usually.

Anyway, can't really say much more.

Shards out.
365 days until I can move out, really this time.

[DP]

I like the blog format I can't wait to read the next installment ^.^

[Angelic Assassin]

Lunatic Ledger
CLShards
Entry 3
July 10


Well it's been some time since I wrote. I know that some people write in these everyday, but with the way my parents keep an eye on me when I'm not working, I have to be kind of careful.

Anyway,my life has taken a few odd turns in the past couple of weeks. I got fired from Pandora's Express, not sure why. Ah well, I got hired on the next day at a book store just down the street. So I have a better job, and with better pay, too. They'll even let me bring my notebook so that I can work on my stories if we're not busy, in fact they even encourage it. They say it might be good for business should I get published, even better should I make it to the best seller list.

The down side of this is the fact that as an entry level employee at the Modern Tomes, I'm stuck working the cafe, ah well, at least it's not babysitting.

Yeah, what I said last time about them usually being good kids, I take that back. Now it seems that every time I turn around they're setting something on fire, or blowing something up. They're only seven years old, and no matter how many times I have them turn out their pockets I can't find anything to cause it. No fireworks, no lighters or matches, hell they're boy scouts, I even checked for flint and steel. Nothing. Nadda. Zilch.

At least the parents understand the fact that I have no control over it and don't blame me for what gets destroyed, and keep plenty of fire extinguishers on hand for me to put out everything that catches so that I don't have to keep calling the fire department. Also, because of the high risk of babysitting the kids, they doubled my pay for the summer, and for however long it takes for the issue of the twins to be resolved.

But that's all for now, I've got to get running to work at the bookstore.

Shards out
348 days until I can move out.