McJournal 1.0

Dear Diary,
I just can't seem to sleep tonight, er ... this morning, as it is about 2 A.M. as I write this. And I doubt that it's just a matter of excitement, though that is part of it. You see, it finally happened tonight. I was killed by a bullet in the chest, but Lilith's blood inside me brought me back as a vampire.

Has a month really almost passed by since my last entry? It seems like only yesterday that I composed that poem. What a glorious tale of life mimicking art I have to tell, then. I've found her, the woman of my dreams!

Her name is Lilith Thompson, and not only is she the love of my life, but she saved my life last night. What's more incredible than that is the reason why ... she's a vampire!

Dear Diary,
Has it been over a week since I wrote here last? I wonder how often most people make entries into their treasured diaries. I suppose as long as I need to express myself, and I have this as a medium, then it is often enough.

I could hardly concentrate today at school. My mind is still reeling over two facts. One, that I've now been able to remember parts of a dream after the accident that took my parents from me. The other is what I do and don't remember from that dream. I certainly recall not being alone, now. I was with someone special to me.

It was a dark and stormy night ... well it had been, for an October night in Phoenix. I thought my car was gonna float away ... with ME in it! I mean, really, 19th Avenue and Grand was a bloody lake! If this weather keeps up, it's gonna be another wet Fair. I can't wait ... The State Fair will be celebrating the 100th anniversary of the Ferris Wheel (about the only ride I'll go on, hehehe). Okay, okay ... let's try the intro again...

Dear Diary,