Adventure Outside At Night

Boredom, always strikes me at my weakest points. Of course, due to an effect of boredom, I decided to go outside with nothing to guide me but my glow-in-the-dark sword. At four in the morning. I was completely oblivious at what I was doing, and had no idea that I was going to get into a shit-load of trouble. As I was saying, as I paraded around the park that was a block away from my house, I happened to hear noises. Strange noises. The kind of noise you'd hear in a scary movie when someone is about to attack you. But I let it go as some wind or a rabbit, whatever. Continuing my parade of screaming and crashing into tress, this time, I hear something near me. Not in a bush five hundred feet away, right behind me. Grabbing my sword, and going into the mess of leaves, branches and other things, I investigated the area. I expected some monster to come out and eat my face, like in the movies I see too much. Being as oblivious and retarded as I am, I didn't care, for I continued to act like an idiot. Not noticing the person coming up behind me, I turned around in circles, until I did. With an astonished look on my face, I threw my sword at this "person". Realizing that my sword is useless, I began to scream and panic, causing my to run away from this pedophile that is out for my brains. Waking up almost the whole neighborhood, I looked back. The "person" hadn't moved, not one inch. I picked up a stick, considering it to be as useful as a gun, I approached the person. With all my strength and not looking to see what I was hitting, I hit this person as hard as I could. I felt my stick connect with flesh, and I opened my eyes. The person that was supposedly after my brains, was actually a tree, and the flesh my stick connected with was actually my dad. How did I know? He was laying on the ground, holding his crotch. Never again did I return to that park. But that's how I got back at my dad for not buying me that toy :D

First Blog

Hello. I did not notice you there. Anyhow, while you are here, I might as well tell you what's up. First, in this blog that you are reading right now, I am going to establish some reason as why I'm writing blogs. One, to face boredom. Because most of the time, and I mean ALL THE TIME, I am bored.  So, for a quick relief of boredom, every Tuesday, I'm going to make a blog. Unless I die, then I won't make a blog. Anyhow, going on to number two. Secondly, I'm a writer, I write stuff. And I want some of my written stories to be heard. Just because, I want to. No reason at all, just cause. Anyhow, number three, I just really like giving my opinion out. And I don't need people to send me e-mails because I "offended" them. Like David Firth says, I don't aim to please everyone. And that's even if I take time to skim through your message. Because I have procrastination to do. And that's much more important than your complaint. Anyhow, in this blog that you are reading right now, I'm going to answer a few questions that some people have asked me before. Here we go:

1. "How old are you?"
I'm thirteen. Going on Fourteen, next year in June.
2. "What's your name?"
My name is Lucy J. Hernandez. My middle name will not be mentioned.
3. "What do you do for a living?"
I write things. I draw things. I sleep. I eat. I walk. I do stuff.
4. "Have you ever been in love?"
I've mentioned before that since I'm only thirteen, I won't fall in love with anything or anyone. But I have been in love. And the pain of losing the one I love haunts me forever.
5. "Why do you chose to pursue that career of a blogger?"
I don't know, actually. I don't actually intend on my blogs getting a lot of attention.
6. "Who's your favorite band?"
Cage the Elephant and Weezer.
7. "Do you have a Facebook?"
I do have a facebook. But I choose not to tell anyone what my name on there is.
8. (last question) "Would you ever choose to look for love?"
I've given up on love since I have no luck finding it, but I might.

So there you go, some things about me. You can message me over Facebook, if you happen to find me. Anyhow, this blog will self- destruct in five seconds, bye.