Monday, April 19, 2010
It's me, Arthur Kirkland. It's been a while since I wrote here. What year was it… 1783? That was two-hundred twenty-seven years ago. The year Alfred officially abandoned, um, I mean, declared independence from me. It all started in 1775, two-hundred thirty-five years ago. On this very day.
However, in this entry, I'm going to be making some lists. I'll try not to go on tirades.
First list: Reasons why I hate Alfred-
Is an egoist
Is a glutton
Is a jerk
Is mean to me
Can't read the atmosphere
Declared war on me
Broke my heart
Plays with my feelings
And he makes me fall more and more in love with him every day.
Don't ask me when the brother-love turned romantic, but it did. I realized it when I broke down that day, two-hundred twenty-seven years ago. I realized then that I was completely, hopelessly in love with him. When he went to comfort me that fateful day, even if it was the mere ruffling of my hair, I had wished for him to kiss me, hold me, whisper words of high adoration only meant for me, to make love to me. How can I be so dumb as to fall for that American idiot? I surely don't want to be one. ...That was a joke… But seriously, I love him more than you could ever understand. It isn't mortal love, which only is bared for a lifetime, but this is a love I have to bear for hundreds of life times. Over two-hundred twenty-seven years I've loved that man. For instance, every time he's around, I feel strangely—like I'm sick, but all the while giddy. At the littlest touch, I want to grab him and do things I really shouldn't with the man who used to be my charge.
So, these are the reasons I love him:
He's actually pretty funny, not like I'd ever tell him that, though
He's sensitive and kind
He's has a very tender personality
He's eccentric, the perfectly unique opposite of me
He gives AWESOME hugs… What? Can't I love his hugs? Okay, so it's OOC…
He's really sweet and romantic
He's heroic (don't you ever DARE tell him I said that. EVER. He'll never let me forget it.)
He defends me when I need defending (like that's ever…)
He's goddamn SEXY. I mean, seriously. Have you SEEN him without his shirt on? *nosebleed* His chest is really well-toned, and he's not overweight AT ALL. He's muscled, too. His hair is soft and silky, and has a perfect sheen. I mean, it's like golden sunshine turned hair! The way it runs through when he flips it, man, I feel like I'm going to faint… Oops, little rant there…
Where was I? Oh yeah.
He knows me like the back of his hand
And every day, I fall more and more in love with him.
Why does he do this to me? Really. I love his so much, and he doesn't even notice…? I mean, I've told it's fairly obvious. Even Spain's noticed! So why doesn't he notice anything? All I could ever want at the moment is for 1. Him to notice me, 2. France to disappear, and 3. Harry Potter to become a reality.
Oh! Maybe he can me that for my birthday! It is this Friday, you know. Well, all I can do is pray for something to happen.
I'm going to sign off for now. Goodnight, journal.
YAY! Written in honor of the first day of the Revolutionary War: April 19th. I wanted to write SOMETHING for this special occasion, so… I'm thinking of writing a few more, but it will be only once every while. Here's what I have so far:
April 23rd (his birthday)
July 4th (American Independence Day)
July 21st (Taking a gander at America and England's first meeting. Roanoke settlers arrived in July, 1587)
August 18th (Virginia Dare's Birthday)
September 6th (The day the Mayflower left)
October 31st (Hallows Eve :D)
November 18th (Thanksgiving)
December 25th (Christmas)
January 1st (New Years)
February 14th (Valentine's Day)
March 31st (Mayflower settlers leave the boat)
Yup… This'll be fun :)
So, Hani out. Tell me what ya think, 'k?