User blog:StarTrekkie47/I Pressed Delete

Hey guys. So last night around midnight I was feeling creative for no reason. Here's what happened:

Logan's Story

Logan: *on his computer, mixing some dubstep, with a microphone headset on* My lifestory? Wth man. Why would want to know...that. Hm? Nevermind. Let's see....*turns around in his chair*

The story of my life...Well I guess it started when I was born. November 13th. *cough* Those first two years I lived...everything was great. My parents loved eachother, we were altogether, it was awesome. Then came *cough* April. It was the 7th. Beautiful day. Gets really warm in Texas, even in the spring. I was only like 2, but I still remember what happened. My mom, well she was at work. My dad, see, he was at home with me. That's when the call came. I remember seeing his face, those tears that I knew, they were real. Not just some he coughed up to fool me again. He set down the phone, and walked upstairs. Like nothing happened. I had no idea what happened. He came down 20 minutes or so later. He had this...suitcase with him. 5 minutes later, he was out the door. No goodbyes. No hugs. No explanation. He left a freaking 2 year old at home. *swallows* And I had no idea. My mom got in this car crash over lunch break. Instantly killed. No goodbyes. No hugs. No explanation. The driver of the other car? He jumped and left the scene. Never caught. That...That IDIOT killed MY MOTHER and LEFT. What? *cough* No, I'm not crying. I'm not. Forget this I'm done with the sob stories. Let's move on.

Well, my Aunt Becca and my Uncle Ryan took me in. My Aunt? I love her to death. But she tries to change me, you know? She wants me to be this perfect kid, when I know I'm not and I don't really want to be. I hate school, and sports just aren't my thing. Music. That's what I care about. But no, there's apparently no career in that sort of stuff she says. She needs to just step off sometimes. I'm sorry Becca, I'm not your perfect son that you always wanted. Why do I call my guardians by their first names? Because they aren't my family. I don't freaking care if Becca is my mother's sister. I don't appreciate her enough to call her Auntie or whatever stuff she wants. God. Now for my Uncle. I've always hated him. He never really cares about me, never listens. At least Becca listens to what I have to say. Ryan? He just goes to work, then sits in his office all day doing whatever job he has not paying attention to his child at all. I compare him to my Dad. That's what he basically is. Doesn't care about me. I'm even pretty sure he's gonna leave Becca and I someday. Marry some girl from Jersey. Lovely wedding. Reception outside and everything. Chocolate cake. White Icing. Beautiful. All of it. If you were a freaking princess in Fairytopia. I'm done with Ryan. Lets screw this part.

Yeah, I lived in Texas. Hot as heck down there. You sorta get used to it, I guess. Do I have an accent? HA. You tell me. Anyways, I lived with Becca and Ryan there until I was 12. Then they decided to be spontaneous and we all moved to Oregon. Some town called Gravity Falls. I hate it so freaking much. There's this thing called snow...It only happens when it gets really cold. WTH is Cold? Ugh. Well we live in this pretty big house, I mean for only three people. I've been to the Diner, and the lake so far. The Diner is pretty nice. I used to have one just like it back home. Used to go there every Wednesday with my family. My real one. The lake, well its peaceful. I can listen to my music really loud and there's no one there to tell me to turn it down. Its my life, I'm sorry your hearing is so terrible that you can't stand any music over 15 decibels. Enjoy your Beethoven and Sinatra. I'll be over here with Michael Jackson, Maroon 5, Styx, and Avicci. Whatever.

I love to remix music. It's like my life. Music has always been basically a part of me. I find it fascinating that all these different tones, and beats, and pitches, and tunes can make something so enjoyable to listen to. And twisting those sick beats is like adding your personal touch to all of that put together. Making it your own, you know? I really love video games too. I used to play them all the time with my mom. She was a pro at Super Mario. Me? I'm sorry but hitting those turtles is impossible to avoid. Only in Mushroom Land can you die by touching a turtle. *laughs* But my mom would fly over those things with her little Mario, (Luigi was always mine, he was taller and could jump higher) and I would love it. Those were the times I wish I could get back. Anyways, lets continue.

My love life? Dude what the ever loving heck. I haven't met ANYONE, let alone a girl. No one ever freaking talks to me because I wear these shades and I listen to music and I don't pay attention to anyone else in the world. I think its just because of my family though. They know what I've been through and they know what I can accomplish. But what would I look for in a girl? Well she would have to actually accept me for who I am. And not just want me for my looks. Seriously I've had some chicks come up to me asking for me to be their boyfriend just because of how I look??? I mean I don't think I look THAT good for you people to say that. But anyway this girl, she has to want me for me personality, not my "abs" or my "freaking sexy hair". She would also have to enjoy music. I can't have someone in my life that hates music. And she would have to be very strong, and wild. Not afraid to speak whats on her mind. Mysterious too. Like I know she has something to hide, but it will take a lot for her to share it. Like her true feelings. Or her soft side. Or something more personal like me. No, I'm not taking off the shades. Shut up and continue.

Oh...I guess that's it. Well. Bye I guess.

Logan: *looks upon his screen, and presses stop.*

Your recording has been saved. What would you like to do now?

Logan: *swallows and presses delete on the file*