Shadow Vigilante's Diary

July 19
Thought I can give this oh-so diary-thing a chance. Honestly, yea I like writing stories and drawing the drafts of an figure, but sure, why not give journaling a chance? This morning was, like, one of those rare occassion things.

I woke up early as usual, but couldn't go back to sleep. Of course, my sense were telling me that my boyfriend Dust was outside waiting for me. He's hiding in those frickin' bushes among the shadows.... Soon enough, I was right. Dust's pet parrot(a Cockatoo) flew up to my window and perched there, he began to make that frickin' '''"SCWACK!" '''sound. My eagle, Samurai, was woke up and was alarmed. She flew and perched up upon the window too, screeching back to the other bird behind the glass. Her wings were up like how a cat's fur would stand behind its back, her mouth full of loud echoing. I was surprised enough that my Mom didn't hear this frickin' screeching-contest. I guess that's why Dust named his cocacktoo 'Screech'..... I slowly got my back up and opened the window, as I did so, the two birds flew in a swift. Chasing and screaming each other up in the open dawn air. Irony is, dawn was beautiful. I looked down, and there in my backyard a figure sat on my backyard-balcony chairs, his legs was on the stone table, his hands were resting behind his head as he was looking up at the brawling-birds, Dust was laughing. I shouted out,'' "Dude! Dust!" Dust's laugh died down as he looked at me, "Morning, V," ''he winked. Disgused, I continued talking, ''"What the was that about?" I moved my body to a comfortable postion, "Your frickin' bird nearly woke the whole neighborhood up... what are you doing here?" ''I asked. Dust was smiling, his face was in a postion of wanting to play a game. Just then, he began to pull out some things out of his mouth that I was afraid will show up soon.

I'm resting on a tree that overlooks a nearby city, writing this down it was nice to kill some time. In fact.... it really was nice. Frickin' Dust.... woke me up so early with a present of a Screech-a-ton.