I've been stuck in this yucky place for ages.  I thought it would be cool to hang out with some older kids.  Older kids really aren't that much cooler, I have learned.

They left me all alone in this town I've never been.

The floor is sticky in this tavern.  I'm not even sure they care that I'm underage and hanging out here.  The guy that works behind the counter sells nothing but bread.  Yes, you heard me, bread.  I've only a few coins left in my pocket, and I hate that I'm spending it on .... you know it ..... bread. 

I guess the only way to get out of here is to go into the unknown.  Wish me luck!

I like sour foods.  How come I can't seem to find any sour food around?  Takun doesn't like sour, but I like the way it makes my lips tingle.  My taste buds feel alive when I eat sour.  Sour should be in all foods.

Some guy with uncouth manners and a horrible sense of style dragged me around today.  Just because you wear eye makeup like the older kids in high school doesn't make you cool.  I didn't think he played it off well.  But he did get a five finger discount on some new clothes for me.  Let's see... we stole some bracelets... those are easy to steal, especially if you have long sleeves on... a new jacket that I might be able to get away with if I sew on my school emblem patch, some sea shell earrings that were just laying around... And some other things that I don't remember because I've been craving a cigarette all day, and no one would sell them to me.  Maybe I need to dress older.  Or I could act like this Naeva girl I met today, who threw out her chest like a high school senior.  She seemed to get what she wanted when she did that.

I need to find some dumb store that will sell me cigarettes.  Anyone know of a place?  No menthols, please, though.  Maybe some sour cigarettes?

Pigs, Pigs, Pigs... and maybe a piglet or two.  Why do I insist on killing these things?  I dunno, I just keep doing it.  And when I have ouchie scratches on my ankles from them, I've learned how to administer first aid to myself.  So I guess I'm getting along. I think.

I've met some interesting people.  There was these two girls that lurked around for a bit, and were too scared to bum a cigarette off me.  They looked like they went to another school, since they had on a different uniform.  Underclassmen! Ha!  Apparently they have a secret hideout, though, that I might possibly kind of sort of gain entrance to if I get in good with them.  It would be a good place to drink that bottle of wine I swiped off some old guy in Germany.  Then, when I was back in Tara, I met this guy who hunts were-things.  I was really confused as to what a "were-thing" was, so my new acquaintance, Ari, explained that it could be any sort of human or animal that turned into a vicious beast.  You have to hunt them with something pointed and silver, or you won't get rid of them.  Are they really that bad of an epidemic? *shrug* I don't know, I just don't want one messing with me.  Ta-kun is not a were-thing.  He does like to bite and nibble though.  Silly Ta-kun.

I think I'm going to skip school the rest of the week.  Good thing my parents don't care.

I chainsmoked alot today.  Ever smoke in such a way that your eye starts to twitch?  Maybe it was all the smoke getting trapped in my eyelashes, or maybe I didn't have anything other than pig filets to eat.  I'm really sick of that pigsty.  Really.

So I left the comfort of Celtic Ireland, beat up some people in a religious place called The Abbey, stole some cheese, and managed to learn a few skills that probably won't do me any good anyways.

I've decided I don't like rats.  Rats are bad.  Ta-kun wouldn't like rats either if he was here.  A horde of them attacked me when I was innocently stealing a book for this doctor guy.  They scraped up my knees and ankles pretty bad.  Where's Ta-kun when I need him to kiss my boo-boos?

Today I was surrounded by pigs.  I found myself in the middle of a pit, a pig to the left, a pig to the right, one behind, and one ahead.  So I took this big monster tooth I found laying around, and stabbed them with it.  The pigs didn't like that much.  They squealed, and it sounded like children at the playground.  Pigs don't make good pets. 

I tromped over to an inn, covered in mud, and smoked a few cigarettes.  The innkeeper didn't like it much, and she told me to leave.  So I flicked the butts on the floor, grinned to myself for my rebelliousness, and passed out in some horse stables.  I think the groomsmen in there tried to grab my bits, but I was too tired to care.  Next time I'll take their photo and pass it around so everyone knows they're perverted.

Takun, where are you?