The Package

A package arrived in the mail, addressed to me.

It's from my sister.

It's a journal. A very old journal. The first entry is dated 1891.

Did she mail this to me just before she killed herself? Why? Why did she want me to have this?

Back

I was away from college for a few days so I could go to my sister's funeral. I wish I could have stayed with my mom a bit longer, she's so lonely... But I couldn't miss school. She insisted.

...Not really that much else to say. Or that much else I really feel like talking about anyway.

My Sister is Dead

I just got the call from my mom. My sister lived by herself in an apartment building. Her neighbors were worried because they hadn't seen her for a few days, and her landlord went inside her apartment and... well, she was hanging from the ceiling with a noose around her neck.

I really can't believe it. My sister was always so happy. So optimistic. I mean, suicides run in the family, yeah, but I never imagined...

I'm sorry. I just can't keep writing about this. I'm going to bed.

Ugh.

I cancelled my credit card. Luckily, there have been no new charges since I got mugged. Not sure what exactly the mugger was planning to do with my wallet.

As soon as Roxas found out I had been mugged, he immediately pulled out a six pack of beer. Roxas, you see, is a firm believer that there is no problem in this world that cannot be solved through alcohol. Well, he passed out about an hour later, but I barely felt a buzz. I'll be honest: I have never gotten drunk in my life, and not for lack of trying. Apparently, I have ridiculously high alcohol tolerance.

GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!

I just got fucking mugged. Was walking back to my dorm and this fucker jumps out of the shadows and holds a knife to me. Of course no else is anywhere to be seen. Bastard made me hand over my wallet.

Course the bank is fucking closed, so I have to hope he doesn't max out my credit card before I get a chance to cancel it.

And that's not all, either. The fucker cut my hand with his knife when I gave the wallet to him. It's not a bad cut or anything-- nothing a band-aid won't handle-- but still. I was giving him what he wanted.

Couldn't even get a good look at the guy. He was wearing a mask with a clown face drawn on it, with a purple stripe running down one side.

Marley and Me

I spent some time with Marluxia today after class. Not much happened. We just walked around campus talking. We also ran into Roxas and his girlfriend (let's call her "Xion"), who also decided to stick around for a bit. I was hoping to spend some time alone with her for a bit, but... well, no use complaining about it now.

Marluxia

There is lovely young woman who sits next to me in one of my classes, and she's also pretty fun to talk to. I think I'll call her Marluxia-- not because I suspect her of being a very effeminate-looking man, but because she's pretty tomboyish, so, you know, androgyny. I'm bad at jokes. She sort of reminds me of Michelle Rodriguez, actually. Not that I think Michelle Rodriguez looks like a man. OK, I'll stop now.

I always did have a soft spot for Hispanic women.

Update and Doodles

Been busy with college this past week, so no updates. Here are some things I doodled in class though:

And yeah, both these images are from some dreams I had this past week. I doodled some random images from the dreams while I was bored in class. I did mention that I had weird dreams, didn't I?

College

I've been settling in for the new semester. Classes shouldn't be a problem-- I've always been pretty smart. My roommate, who I guess I'll call "Roxas" on this blog (yes, I'm nicknaming everyone after Kingdom Hearts characters. Deal with it), smuggled in a bottle of jack. We're going to celebrate the start of a new semester!

Dreams

Sometimes, I have trouble sleeping.

I have weird dreams. I've had them for as long as I can remember. I'm always in the water or at the beach or on the ocean floor, and there are always so many things around me. Strange things. Wonderful things and terrifying things. That's probably why I got so interested in art. Seeing all those odd things in my dreams... I draw them a lot. Maybe I'll post some of my drawings on this blog (of course I will. That's why I named it "Ink").

Incidentally, weird dreams run in the family. It's one of many things that runs in my family, though I'll probably explain the others some other time.

For now I guess I'll just leave it at dreams. I'm going back to college tomorrow, so don't expect much in the way of updates for the rest of the week, my one follower. Thanks for following, by the way.

The Beginning

Hey there everyone. I'm going by the internet handle of Axel, so I guess that's what you can call me.

A little about myself: I'm a sophomore in college, majoring in Art History. The new semester starts in about a week. I'm a boy.

...Yeah, nothing else really comes to mind.

Well, I guess we'll see how this blog goes then.