I went biking again today! It took my mom a bit of convincing and assurance, but eventually she let me bike to the nearby Barnes & Noble and Borders. It's so different. I don't think I know quite yet how to "think like a cyclist." I end up combining the thoughts of a motorist and a pedestrian. It's been working for now, but I'm definitely not going to bike too far with that little experience.
Didn't stick around Barnes & Noble for too long. I like Borders better. Stayed there for about an hour and half catching up on Y: The Last Man. It's so good, one of the best graphic novels I've read. Check it out!
The Star Trek bit will be small today. My mom told me that a channel called KDOC will be rerunning Star Trek: The Original Series nightly at 9pm PST. Yaaay! You can bet I'll catch that!
Oh, and Vampires?
Melissa and I were discussing how hilariously bad Twilight is, and that lead to how predictable vampires in a lot of fiction are. They try to fit in with human society, try to deny their true natures, and always end up getting found out because they aren't careful enough. Usually this is because they get too close to others, and then tell them about how dangerous or different they are without actually saying it (Say it. OUT LOUD.), that they're vampires.
So I thought I'd write a little story about a true vampire.
Then it occurred to me that I hadn't written fiction in a long time, and after a few horrible attempts, I gave up and decided to make it a diary sort of thing.
Like a diary of a "true vampire."
This is just an experiment, I am by no means a writer and should not regarded seriously as one! This is just for gits and shiggles, and I hope you will laugh at me!
UNDER THE CUT!
Today there was some sort of bicycle race in the city. Cyclists are delicious... clear arteries, healthy, easy to digest... but for the life (ha!) of me, I could not snag one today. Life is a bitch. Undead life is even bitchier.
Had to settle for a little lost girl in the dead (undead?) of night.
How cliché, how beginner. I feel queasy. Not sure if the little girl was unhealthy (she looked fine) or it's just my conscience. You'd think after a few hundred years of being a vampire would desensitize you to these things, right? Nope, I still get a little sad when a child has to die. Oh well.
More of "my kind" are coming into the city. And they're not just passing through, either, they're setting up permanent residences here. Why? Not that I don't occasionally enjoy the company of my fellow undead, but I mean, why delusion yourself into thinking you can live a normal, human lifestyle, when you're not even human?
I guess I can relate, I've been through that stage. Still feel human, still want to socialize and be accepted because us blood-feasters are so few and far between. Totally me a few decades back. Or maybe some people want to try to keep up the vampire lifestyle, under the guise of a human. They like the artistry of murder. Not my style, but I'll give 'em props.
I feel like I'm the truest vampire ever. I don't bullshit around, don't play these huge elaborate games. I don't enroll in school because I LOOK young, and I certainly do not tell potential friends that I'm "different," "dangerous" or "unique." What a rookie move. If you're still brooding about what you are, go sleep in a coffin for a few centuries and grow up.
I know what my endgame is, and I know the quickest way to get it.