Holy crap it is the end of the year and looking back I have only poster once this year. Damn, I have so much on my mind and I never post it. :P Its kinda funny because my whole point of starting this blog was to find a place to rant. Well 2 posts in 350-ish days is bad but its a lot better then just 1. Well im getting off now, gotta find something to do tonight.
Fly on, fly free
AvianFang
Friday, December 31, 2010
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Who am I?
I know I know I know a really long time ago I did a post about me ranting about how by nature I am a hypocrite and blah blah blah. Yeah I know, and i am doing this because I feel like it and it is not the same thing.
Avian Fang. Brisingr Sverdar. They are my two favorite aliases ever. But that is all they are, aliases.
I am going to rant for a bit hopefully I can remember what the second paragraph was getting at.
Lately and by lately I mean for a pretty long while I have been having conflicting religious beliefs. NO MORE! I am tired of this shit. I am going to explain some things right now:
I believe that this life is the only one chance we get. I believe that living is having a good time on this earth and that surviving is just making sure that you stay on this earth. I am sure I don't need a lot to survive, food, water, shelter. With that I can survive. Living though is a bit more challenging. To live you have to be enjoying your survival. Religion takes place in how I choose to live. If at a time I feel the need for hope or that the family members I loved nearly are happy somewhere sure ill be christian. If shit is hitting the fan and my life seems pretty fucked up and I need something to strengthen me well Satanism might help. (seriously some sections of Satanism are really good for self motivation.) Other times when I am emtionally drained and my brain goes to it neutral and logic and reasoning are the only way I can cope well then being an Atheist is where I stand.
I am not a religious person, I am the kind of guy who will greet you with a hello and think about how you might die horrifically in the next 10 seconds. I love my friends and my girlfriend more than anyone. I would say I am quiet loving, but there are not a lot of people I know who hate the majority of the people on this as much as I do. (this is a whole post by itself, later)
One thing I am noticing though is that I am an ass hole. My logic and reasoning makes the people closest to me, (or at-least close to me) angry. My friend went to Kenya and needed to raise a lot of money to do so. My logic realized there was no use for him to go it is not worth it and there were better ways to help Kenyans. The day before he left I was talking with him and he said " Does it really matter if this is not the best way. I am your friend and I could have used your support." I didn't help him raise any money nor did I donate any because of my reasoning.
I have done this to many of my friends. This will be the only time I ever do this but Sergio I want to apologize. And for everyone else lets fill you all in. Sergio is a friend of mine, a good friend at that. We have known each other for a lot of years. Usually we bug one another, in a nice way... Now Sergio is a better person than me ill admit that but I can't help feel like an ass hole when on many occasions he has gone above and beyond the call of friendship and not once have I returned the favor. Actual I think I cause him more trouble than most people do. So again Sergio I apologize you deserve better.
I think I understand what my second paragraph was supposed to mean. Avian Fang and Brisingr Sverdar are just my aliases. Who I am is neither of them. It is not like I have ever hidden behind my alias but still the point remains.
My name is Quinn probablly mentioned this earlier but im saying it again. I ask that if you have read this far you comment leaving a question you want to know about me. Ill answer to matter what.
Fly on fl... You know what not anymore
Peace Out,
Quinn O
Avian Fang. Brisingr Sverdar. They are my two favorite aliases ever. But that is all they are, aliases.
I am going to rant for a bit hopefully I can remember what the second paragraph was getting at.
Lately and by lately I mean for a pretty long while I have been having conflicting religious beliefs. NO MORE! I am tired of this shit. I am going to explain some things right now:
I believe that this life is the only one chance we get. I believe that living is having a good time on this earth and that surviving is just making sure that you stay on this earth. I am sure I don't need a lot to survive, food, water, shelter. With that I can survive. Living though is a bit more challenging. To live you have to be enjoying your survival. Religion takes place in how I choose to live. If at a time I feel the need for hope or that the family members I loved nearly are happy somewhere sure ill be christian. If shit is hitting the fan and my life seems pretty fucked up and I need something to strengthen me well Satanism might help. (seriously some sections of Satanism are really good for self motivation.) Other times when I am emtionally drained and my brain goes to it neutral and logic and reasoning are the only way I can cope well then being an Atheist is where I stand.
I am not a religious person, I am the kind of guy who will greet you with a hello and think about how you might die horrifically in the next 10 seconds. I love my friends and my girlfriend more than anyone. I would say I am quiet loving, but there are not a lot of people I know who hate the majority of the people on this as much as I do. (this is a whole post by itself, later)
One thing I am noticing though is that I am an ass hole. My logic and reasoning makes the people closest to me, (or at-least close to me) angry. My friend went to Kenya and needed to raise a lot of money to do so. My logic realized there was no use for him to go it is not worth it and there were better ways to help Kenyans. The day before he left I was talking with him and he said " Does it really matter if this is not the best way. I am your friend and I could have used your support." I didn't help him raise any money nor did I donate any because of my reasoning.
I have done this to many of my friends. This will be the only time I ever do this but Sergio I want to apologize. And for everyone else lets fill you all in. Sergio is a friend of mine, a good friend at that. We have known each other for a lot of years. Usually we bug one another, in a nice way... Now Sergio is a better person than me ill admit that but I can't help feel like an ass hole when on many occasions he has gone above and beyond the call of friendship and not once have I returned the favor. Actual I think I cause him more trouble than most people do. So again Sergio I apologize you deserve better.
I think I understand what my second paragraph was supposed to mean. Avian Fang and Brisingr Sverdar are just my aliases. Who I am is neither of them. It is not like I have ever hidden behind my alias but still the point remains.
My name is Quinn probablly mentioned this earlier but im saying it again. I ask that if you have read this far you comment leaving a question you want to know about me. Ill answer to matter what.
Fly on fl... You know what not anymore
Peace Out,
Quinn O
Thursday, November 26, 2009
I promised
I was talking to Aita the other day and I promised I would post the revamped new version of my story before Friday. It is not 11 on Thursday and I intended to hold my end of the bargain so here it is. This is my favorite story so far but again like always be brutal.
I could feel my heart pounding as I raced around the corner. I could hear the water droplets hitting the stones I continued running down the hallway. My only light all but a few torches whose dancing fire cast an ominous light around the corridor. I could tell this was a place of unimaginable horror. The stench of rotting corpses hung to the air, a sickly sweet scent that was so thick I could taste it in my mouth, coating my tongue and over powering everything else. I put my hand on my sword and continued forward my only guide the sound of crying somewhere in this labyrinth of a dungeon. After only a couple of minutes I knew I was lost, all the walls looked the same, every corridor identical to the last and to the next. I looked around the hall and found a very suitable looking corner and I lowered myself to the ground. I wasn’t exactly tired, but being away from the sun and the fresh air for this long had taken its toll on me. I guessed it had probably been only a couple hours, but in this place it felt like weeks had passed.
For me the sun is everything, it is my where I draw my power from as do all my people. We are the Solrya, the children of the sun. For as long as I can remember my tribe has always worshipped and honoured the sun, and in return it has blessed us with bounty and extraordinary power. We know our power is a gift from the sun, and because of that we always have and always will remain neutral in the never ending war. Unlike the Solrya, neither the Aquirya nor the Vindrya truly honour the gifts they have been given. They use the powers given to them to enslave the humani and kill anyone who oppose them.
Splash! My eyes darted open as I looked around the deserted halls. “That’s it I am going insane” I joked to myself “The darkness has won.” Just as I finished my statement I heard it again. Splash! It was closer this time, I knew it was not just the water droplets; whatever was making these noises was not natural. The sounds were getting closer, and I began to decipher not only splashes of water but another sound hitting against the stone floors. The sound of footsteps began to fill my mind. I turned to run but stopped as another sound soon filled the air.
“HELP!” It came from the direction of the footsteps, I hesitated for a moment trying to decide unsure of if I should help this man screaming or I should go run before I was to become the next victim. I made up my mind and turned the corner to face the creature, and stopped dead in my tracks.
What I saw was no man, what I saw was a monster. I started at it for a moment terrified; this was a creature that should only exist in my nightmares, this was a guardian. I had hoped I would never encounter such a creature; a hybrid of humani and animals. It was one of the only things that could truly protect them from the Aquirya and the Vindrya. They were intelligent, strong, fast, with animal instincts and human intellect, they were killing machines. The stories of them had haunted my childhood. I had heard tales of entire armies being slaughtered over night by small groups of these experimental warriors. They had always scared me and now I was facing one.
The guardian looked to be of a human and a wolf. The teeth and claws shone in the flickering fire light. I could see a man cloaked from head to toe pinned to the wall by one of the paws of the guardian. Blood trickling over each claw as the wolf-man stared at his pray. His yellow eyes fixed on the throat of the man he had captured.
I drew my sword the sound of the metal alerting the predator, he looked at me and threw the ragdoll body of his victim to the side. The body hit the ground with a thud and remained motionless. The wolf instinct of the creature took control; he let out a loud howl and charged at me, primeval tactics to scare and startle their prey. Unfortunately for me these tactics worked. The howl of blood thirst sent shivers down my spine, by the time I noticed the guardian’s charge it was almost too late. I ran back behind the corner and dropped down and knelt on my right knee, preparing to lung at my assailant when he turned the corner. The ground was wet where I knelt and I could feel the cool water on my skin through my pants. This change in temperature made me realize how hot I really was. I could feel the sweat now trickling down my face, my long red hair sticking to my neck.
So what do you think?
I could feel my heart pounding as I raced around the corner. I could hear the water droplets hitting the stones I continued running down the hallway. My only light all but a few torches whose dancing fire cast an ominous light around the corridor. I could tell this was a place of unimaginable horror. The stench of rotting corpses hung to the air, a sickly sweet scent that was so thick I could taste it in my mouth, coating my tongue and over powering everything else. I put my hand on my sword and continued forward my only guide the sound of crying somewhere in this labyrinth of a dungeon. After only a couple of minutes I knew I was lost, all the walls looked the same, every corridor identical to the last and to the next. I looked around the hall and found a very suitable looking corner and I lowered myself to the ground. I wasn’t exactly tired, but being away from the sun and the fresh air for this long had taken its toll on me. I guessed it had probably been only a couple hours, but in this place it felt like weeks had passed.
For me the sun is everything, it is my where I draw my power from as do all my people. We are the Solrya, the children of the sun. For as long as I can remember my tribe has always worshipped and honoured the sun, and in return it has blessed us with bounty and extraordinary power. We know our power is a gift from the sun, and because of that we always have and always will remain neutral in the never ending war. Unlike the Solrya, neither the Aquirya nor the Vindrya truly honour the gifts they have been given. They use the powers given to them to enslave the humani and kill anyone who oppose them.
Splash! My eyes darted open as I looked around the deserted halls. “That’s it I am going insane” I joked to myself “The darkness has won.” Just as I finished my statement I heard it again. Splash! It was closer this time, I knew it was not just the water droplets; whatever was making these noises was not natural. The sounds were getting closer, and I began to decipher not only splashes of water but another sound hitting against the stone floors. The sound of footsteps began to fill my mind. I turned to run but stopped as another sound soon filled the air.
“HELP!” It came from the direction of the footsteps, I hesitated for a moment trying to decide unsure of if I should help this man screaming or I should go run before I was to become the next victim. I made up my mind and turned the corner to face the creature, and stopped dead in my tracks.
What I saw was no man, what I saw was a monster. I started at it for a moment terrified; this was a creature that should only exist in my nightmares, this was a guardian. I had hoped I would never encounter such a creature; a hybrid of humani and animals. It was one of the only things that could truly protect them from the Aquirya and the Vindrya. They were intelligent, strong, fast, with animal instincts and human intellect, they were killing machines. The stories of them had haunted my childhood. I had heard tales of entire armies being slaughtered over night by small groups of these experimental warriors. They had always scared me and now I was facing one.
The guardian looked to be of a human and a wolf. The teeth and claws shone in the flickering fire light. I could see a man cloaked from head to toe pinned to the wall by one of the paws of the guardian. Blood trickling over each claw as the wolf-man stared at his pray. His yellow eyes fixed on the throat of the man he had captured.
I drew my sword the sound of the metal alerting the predator, he looked at me and threw the ragdoll body of his victim to the side. The body hit the ground with a thud and remained motionless. The wolf instinct of the creature took control; he let out a loud howl and charged at me, primeval tactics to scare and startle their prey. Unfortunately for me these tactics worked. The howl of blood thirst sent shivers down my spine, by the time I noticed the guardian’s charge it was almost too late. I ran back behind the corner and dropped down and knelt on my right knee, preparing to lung at my assailant when he turned the corner. The ground was wet where I knelt and I could feel the cool water on my skin through my pants. This change in temperature made me realize how hot I really was. I could feel the sweat now trickling down my face, my long red hair sticking to my neck.
So what do you think?
Monday, August 31, 2009
I'm back and I'm vlogging again
Ever since I got my laptop...
Oh I got new laptop
Well as I was saying ever since i got my new laptop I have been wanting to make youtube video. So I have spent a couple days working on one and I have finished my video and I actually think it turned out pretty good.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TY4pL6XzLok
please be brutal and tell me what you think.
Fly on. Fly free,
AvianFang
Oh I got new laptop
Well as I was saying ever since i got my new laptop I have been wanting to make youtube video. So I have spent a couple days working on one and I have finished my video and I actually think it turned out pretty good.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TY4pL6XzLok
please be brutal and tell me what you think.
Fly on. Fly free,
AvianFang
Sunday, August 16, 2009
My past
This post is once again more for me. I am sorry I keep making these but because of certain things that are out of my control I am finding myself think and reflect on myself and my habits. There will be a lot less swearing then my previous rants but I have to get all my thoughts together just to help myself out.
As a kid I was really different, and I was proud of this. I enjoyed being unique and having things I was good at separate from the majority. The problem is that most people do not like the outcast the individual. Especially in our day and age. So as a kid I was constantly bugged about being different, I am a proud person, and I pride myself for trying not to give in to other people. But the constant run ins with these people who did not like me and who I was not very fond of either did have there effect. I begin to teach myself not to care, to ignore them.
To hate.
It worked, I hated them, there words meant nothing to me. It was easier this way and it worked. This skill has protected me for a long time, saved me from a lot of things that probably I should have endured.
Alright so now you know about my shield. Here is my problem. With this hate became control. I had complete and total control over my life, I did not have to worry about what people thought or did because I hated them, and didn't care about them, and I always had control over my emotions. Lately I have begun losing control. I let my hatred slip away so I could become more human again. With this I also have been able to feel emotions again far stronger then I have ever before. Only downside is I can't control this.
I HATE NOT BEING IN CONTROL!
I am not obsessive of other people but the fact that I am not in control of my emotions drives me insane. Emotions are peoples thoughts and feelings, they are what make us who we are (and in some cases what make us human) I can't control them anymore because of my love for Erica. So I am conflicted, I can't control my emotions because they are so strongly connected with her, I want control over my emotions because I feel safer that way. At the same time I want nothing more then to be with her.
Something else I hate is starting a post knowing exactly what I am going to say, write most of it and then lose my train of thought at the end. It really annoys me.
Ah I think I know what I want to say again.
This post helps me realize what I have been feeling. I have opened myself to another person in doing so I have begun to stop protecting myself. I should mention that I also lie A LOT to protect myself but I am feel compelled to tell the truth which is weird for me.
I really don't know what else to say my brain is no longer on overdrive.
Do you guys think I should make a separate blog for my rants or leave it on here.
Fly on. Fly free,
Avian Fang
As a kid I was really different, and I was proud of this. I enjoyed being unique and having things I was good at separate from the majority. The problem is that most people do not like the outcast the individual. Especially in our day and age. So as a kid I was constantly bugged about being different, I am a proud person, and I pride myself for trying not to give in to other people. But the constant run ins with these people who did not like me and who I was not very fond of either did have there effect. I begin to teach myself not to care, to ignore them.
To hate.
It worked, I hated them, there words meant nothing to me. It was easier this way and it worked. This skill has protected me for a long time, saved me from a lot of things that probably I should have endured.
Alright so now you know about my shield. Here is my problem. With this hate became control. I had complete and total control over my life, I did not have to worry about what people thought or did because I hated them, and didn't care about them, and I always had control over my emotions. Lately I have begun losing control. I let my hatred slip away so I could become more human again. With this I also have been able to feel emotions again far stronger then I have ever before. Only downside is I can't control this.
I HATE NOT BEING IN CONTROL!
I am not obsessive of other people but the fact that I am not in control of my emotions drives me insane. Emotions are peoples thoughts and feelings, they are what make us who we are (and in some cases what make us human) I can't control them anymore because of my love for Erica. So I am conflicted, I can't control my emotions because they are so strongly connected with her, I want control over my emotions because I feel safer that way. At the same time I want nothing more then to be with her.
Something else I hate is starting a post knowing exactly what I am going to say, write most of it and then lose my train of thought at the end. It really annoys me.
Ah I think I know what I want to say again.
This post helps me realize what I have been feeling. I have opened myself to another person in doing so I have begun to stop protecting myself. I should mention that I also lie A LOT to protect myself but I am feel compelled to tell the truth which is weird for me.
I really don't know what else to say my brain is no longer on overdrive.
Do you guys think I should make a separate blog for my rants or leave it on here.
Fly on. Fly free,
Avian Fang
Saturday, August 15, 2009
A new post
I am sorry for being so grouchy and moody lately. I don't really like posting when I am like that because they are not really entertaining and they are not thought provoking they are just a random jumble of words. I want my blog to be interesting whenever possible so thats what I am going to try to work on.
So I was looking around and I found this site with some religious questions and answers. This is what one said.
6. Durign a Latin Convention i went to last weekend, we were discussing doctor assisted suicide and people put up good arguements. Of course im against it, but against the arguement that the dotor woudl be playing God by killing the sick person, but then wouldnt we be playing God by doing alot of things like using medicines?
You are a very perceptive girl. Anytime we use creation for some purpose, you could say we are exercising powers God entrusted to us. However, doctor assisted suicide is "playing God" in a way we need to question. Once someone says they have the right to take someone's life (even their own) the consequences are enormous.
(I do realize the person asking the question has terrible grammar)
Now this question was answered by a father of some catholic church. All I want to know is What is the difference between killing someone who wants to do and who doesn't? Why is it wrong to kill the person who is in extreme pain and wants to be killed which is what the doctors do and killing a bunch of innocent people who want to live which is what soldiers do?
I don't understand why people can sometimes be this stupid. But I know my opinion and I think you reading this probablly do also. I want to know what you think. Do you think euthanasia is good or bad and why? Also if you think it is wrong then tell me if you support your troops?
Fly on. Fly free,
Avian Fang
So I was looking around and I found this site with some religious questions and answers. This is what one said.
6. Durign a Latin Convention i went to last weekend, we were discussing doctor assisted suicide and people put up good arguements. Of course im against it, but against the arguement that the dotor woudl be playing God by killing the sick person, but then wouldnt we be playing God by doing alot of things like using medicines?
You are a very perceptive girl. Anytime we use creation for some purpose, you could say we are exercising powers God entrusted to us. However, doctor assisted suicide is "playing God" in a way we need to question. Once someone says they have the right to take someone's life (even their own) the consequences are enormous.
(I do realize the person asking the question has terrible grammar)
Now this question was answered by a father of some catholic church. All I want to know is What is the difference between killing someone who wants to do and who doesn't? Why is it wrong to kill the person who is in extreme pain and wants to be killed which is what the doctors do and killing a bunch of innocent people who want to live which is what soldiers do?
I don't understand why people can sometimes be this stupid. But I know my opinion and I think you reading this probablly do also. I want to know what you think. Do you think euthanasia is good or bad and why? Also if you think it is wrong then tell me if you support your troops?
Fly on. Fly free,
Avian Fang
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
I feel like ranting and swearing A LOT!
I am sorry but I am in a really bad mood right now and probably shouldn't post because I will say something really fucking stupid but what ever I don't really fucking care right now. I am really pissed I want to swear and go on a murderous fucking rampage. AAAARRRGGGGGGG!!!!!!!
I am really fucking sorry if I piss some people off with this post because they don't like my language. I usually try and censore my posts so that they are not this bad but I really don't feel like stopping myself from swearing. I don't know why I am as pissed as I am. I am bored and I don't want to be here. My brother is really starting to drive me insane and the only thing I can think of right now that might make me feel fucking good again will be physically attacking something. It may be pent up energy which might make sense I dunno I just know I am in a bad mood.
Plus I have to keep studying this fucking book so I can win a bet that I wanna win and so I can get my license. I want my license because it seems like a good idea and I might as well have it so I can get my g2 earlier. Problem is the book is really boring and I dont want to fucking read it. More AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHZZZZZZ!!!!!
I am feeling a little better now sorry if you don't like this post but I needed to do it so don't bother commenting if your just going to say I should watch my language.
Fly on. Fly free,
Avian Fang
I am really fucking sorry if I piss some people off with this post because they don't like my language. I usually try and censore my posts so that they are not this bad but I really don't feel like stopping myself from swearing. I don't know why I am as pissed as I am. I am bored and I don't want to be here. My brother is really starting to drive me insane and the only thing I can think of right now that might make me feel fucking good again will be physically attacking something. It may be pent up energy which might make sense I dunno I just know I am in a bad mood.
Plus I have to keep studying this fucking book so I can win a bet that I wanna win and so I can get my license. I want my license because it seems like a good idea and I might as well have it so I can get my g2 earlier. Problem is the book is really boring and I dont want to fucking read it. More AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHZZZZZZ!!!!!
I am feeling a little better now sorry if you don't like this post but I needed to do it so don't bother commenting if your just going to say I should watch my language.
Fly on. Fly free,
Avian Fang
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