Let's update once a week

AND ONLY ONCE A WEEK FROM NOW ON. :C
No I've been busy lately with things that somehow aren't the vidya lately and coincidentally on both Monday and Wednesday of this week have been especially trying.
Anyway enough of that: as the Orks in Warhammer say, 'ere we go.
Come to think of it, Orks don't really say that so much as one book about Orks in 1988 was named that.

So for extra credit, my teacher wanted us to memorize the first 25 digits of pi.

Ha, teachers and their useless extra credit memorization assignments.
I'm about to assign my merry bunch a chance at extra credit if they memorize all the prepositions.
The difference is none of them will do it because there's, like, a million of them, man! WHAT MIND COULD POSSIBLY RETAIN THIS MUCH INFORMATION?
I'd be willing to recoup two entire test grades if they do it. That's how confident I am that it'll never happen.

Since I have an insanely good memory I thought I should give if a try. I spend a few minutes all week attempting to commit the digits to memory.

It's 25 fucking numbers. What, are you a goldfish? I could memorize the first 25 digits in an hour.

I was sure I had it down until I went to recite it to my teacher. It was all good until I got to about the 17th digit and my mind went blank. I couldn't remember those last 8 digits no matter what I did. So I didn't get any extra. I really needed it too... :[ And the moment I sat down at my desk I was able to remember everything.

>Insanely good
>can't retain 25 numbers
Maybe I'm the crazy one. Maybe I just assumed people can visualize shit they read and can remember basic information when it's arranged in an easy to remember way, but I guess not.
Since pi is not a rational number and therefore there's no pattern to memorize I'd probably look into mnemonics but that's just me.

Clearly I have a pressure problem. That makes me kinda scared to do my solo at Cabaret. >_<>
MAYBE, I DUNNO. DEFINITELY NOT SOMETHING TO INVESTIGATE.

What was the worst significant purchase you ever made, and why?

Hmmmmm.
Xbox 360 or my last computer, probably. That's what I get for buying prebuilt, I suppose.
BUT NOW I HAVE BUILT A TITAN.

Hmm... Well, I spent $1000 dollars on a keyboard I barely ever play. :P

I can't believe I didn't take that computer back the second I got it out of the box. It failed to boot the first time I turned it on. I had to reformat. Shouldn't that have been an indication of future trouble?
Oh, also it overheated playing FFXI. I know SE can't program worth a goddamn and the game was ridiculously processor intensive for something that old but come the fuck on.
Well I guess it works out regardless because I ended up needing to upgrade to play FFXIV but that game has FALLEN INTO THE FUCKING OCEAN NOW GREAT.

There's been alot of negative energy and occurences in my town lately.

Negative energy--
so speaking of because FFXIV is down for at least one week I decided to give this RIFT game a try.
It's pretty fucking good. I was worried it'd be too much like WoW and I just threw 40 bucks away and admittedly the game play is pretty much a carbon copy of WoW's but the shit around it is way fucking cooler. The sides are more interesting-- the graphics don't look like puke-- the game doesn't treat you like a mentally handicapped child-- yeah, it's all pretty good.

Last week there was a shooting. My best friend and I drove past it and we could feel the hate and terror in the air.

What the fuck are you, a demon of Chaos? You can't really see, so you just read the channels of psychic energy and look for the leak of mortal corruption?

There was something wrong going on that day.

I don't even know what Warhammer quote to use in this situation.

I can tell that this negative energy is only going to get worse. I just hope that it doesn't have any affect on me or anyone I love.

Sounds like cultist activity to me. Stay where you are: a purgation squad has been dispatched.

Compared to yesterday, today has been easy as pie. I was able to finish my essay and turn it in so hopefully I got an A this time.

The only easy day was yesterday.

But you never know. My teacher is kinda crazy. Anyways, speaking of teachers. I'd like to talk about my math teacher. He's a really nice guy, but I hate how he calls on me randomly and expects me to know the answer when he asks it.

Hey idiot: we already know the 5 students who participate know it. Gotta make sure the rest of you miserable lot knows it.

Now everyone thinks I'm stupid because I don't get problems right when I'm under pressure, Its rather unnerving. And it doesn't help that this new kid showed up in the class and I feel a strange connection to him.

Ruh-roh.

I can't really describe it. He's not very attractive and he's such a nerd, yet I really want to get to know him. I'm still trying to figure out why.

Run, friend!
There is no cowardice in a strategic withdrawal!

I had a straight guy and a gay guy fighting over me today! it was so funny. They both wanted me to walk with them.

The part she's not telling you: they each wanted the other guy to take her.

I ended up walking with Keith because I never see him. He told me that his girlfriend got jealous of me because I hugged him today.

But if she's walking with a friend who happens to be a guy and he hugs her then you're clearly overreacting and too possessive.
BROS, LISTEN: DO NOT LOOK TO YOUR OWN HOME AREA FOR WOMEN.
Think of it like this: when looking for a chick do you look right in your own household? Of course not, that'd be creepy.
NO DIFFERENT.

That kinda made me feel powerful and full of awe at the same time. I've never had another girl jealous of me before. I'm not skinny, pretty, or very smart so its really cool to know that someone actually thinks I'm competition.

PETTINESS KNOWS NO BOUNDARIES.

Not that I would ever date a freshman, but still. That thought boosted my self esteem alot. Enough about school.

Yeah enough of that bullshit.

Its mostly because of school and homework. When I'm not working, I'm hanging out with my friends.

When I'm not working I'm preparing for the next day (or playing RIFT but officially just preparing for the next day)
VICTORY IS BUT A PRELUDE TO THE NEXT BATTLE.

Meet my Mom and Dad. They seem like the good, middle class, hardworking Americans. They provide and care for their children.

But they're really crab aliens OH NO.

They have family that supports them and people who love them. This is a misconception. No one really knows what they are like.

Because they're aliens, honest!

Meet me. I'm your average 17 year old girl trying to enjoy her senior year in high school. I play piano, sing well, write novels and get average grades; A's, B's and C's. I don't do drugs, smoke, have sex or do anything that stupid teenagers of this century do.

Sex was invented 11 years ago.
Teenagers in the 90s? No sex.

Yet, my parents act like I'm the most useless human being on the face of the Earth.

Well you are. You're 17.

And this is where people don't believe me. They think that my parents are doing a good job raising me. If only they knew how my parents really are.

Seems like they're doing fine. I mean you are a cunt but what's to be expected?
It's as I've said: common birth, common man.

My Dad just spent the last five minutes yelling at me for eating ice cream. This is because he thinks I'm "fat" because I don't exercise everyday. I'm 5'7" and I weigh 140 pounds.

5'7" and 140-- I mean I'm taller than you and I weigh less but I am skeletal.
You could probably stand to lose a couple pounds, honestly.

My Dad acts like I have all the time in the world to exercise and I should've done it 5 hours ago. I've been working on school projects all night. I did the same last night. My Mom checked my grades online and I had 3 C's and 2 D's. I told her that I brought them up since then but she won't believe me.

If there is one thing I've learned about interacting with teenagers it's that they are all cocksucking liars and are horrible liars to boot.

I've gotten a 100 on every assignment and done every homework paper assigned this week.

Well this should be real easy to sort out. Show me the proof.

And yet I'm still being punished this weekend. They expect me to spend all weekend studying for finals next week. As if I'm going to do that crap.

I thought you were an A/B/C student. Let me tell you: A students study for their fucking finals.
Except I never did but then again I knew by 17 that "anyways" isn't a word.

And when I'm in another room they talk bad about me all the time because I'm not like my sisters and get straight A's and play a sport. I'm sorry that I'm not perfect, but I'm not going to change my lifestyle just to impress them.

I wonder if she even realizes how cliche her life is. Does this really happen? Do you ever deviate from the script a little? Even your deviations are accommodated by the script.

I'm going to be a musician all through and after college. I don't have book smarts. I'm good at music theory and putting beauty into writing music and language.

You will have Gen. Ed. courses-- God help you, you will have Gen. Ed.

They don't even care about my creativity. All they see are those dumb grade letters on the computer. I wish they would accept me for who I am.

I JUST WANNA BE ME.
Wow we have hit the mother load of teenage cliche.

I don't have a reason to write this. I literally have nothing to write about. I'm just really sad right now. I don't understand why. It probably has something to do with whats going to happen in the future.

... Because being from the future I already know what's going to happen.
What?

When I'm suddenly taken aback by an emotion or series of emotions, usually it means something bad is going to happen soon. I'm super weird, I know. But I just felt like typing. Its not like I can do anything else. I'm going to fail at my voice and piano lesson tomorrow because I haven't practiced at all this week.

... So practice?

All I want to do is hang out with my best friend but my parents aren't gonna let me til New Year's Eve. I know its only 2 days but Alex and I have been hanging out every day for the last week and it pains me to have no contact with her for 2 days. And no, I'm not a lesbian.

You never sound gayer than when you're saying "I'm not gay."

I just love my best friend and she needs me right now. She is having so much trouble with boys. It really makes me never want to date again.

I see where this is going. Lesbian hookup, uh-huh.

So my Dad decided that I spend too much time on facebook and since my GPA is only a 2.9, he put a password on my user account and delete facebook from my browser. The only way I can get on is if I sneak on using his computer or use facebook mobile. So now I practically have no way to contact a majority of my friends. And as if my life couldn't get any worse,

>couldn't get worse
>no longer have Facetube
I know you're a dumb cunt 17 year old girl but come on, let's not overreact.

I lost my government book so I haven't done 8 assignments in that class. The only way my dad is going to give my computer back is if my grades go up. Its so stupid because I have to wait til 6 at night or later when he lets me on the computer to do homework and sometimes I can't finish in that short of time.

Just go to a shit school and then you'll never get homework. What's the point in assigning it when it won't get done?

I want to get out of this house so bad but I don't have a job, I'm not pretty enough to get a boyfriend, and I don't have any rich relatives to pay for an apartment I could get.

Too annoying to have a boyfriend, more like.
Also yeah, not pretty enough.
Or smart enough.
You are the complete package.
Weeeell RIFT just went down for a patch so I guess it's time to finish this, but this has gone on long enough-- time to go do something else, then.
Farewell, pussies.

your'are're

We're going to try something slightly different today and I'm probably going to rapidly regret this sojourn. Behold.
Also today's writer's block let's just get it out of the way:

Was there ever a fictional character who you admired so much that you strived to be like him or her?

Srived-- strove-- striven-- whatever. GRAMMAR, WHO CARES? (brotip: 'strived' isn't a word)
Also if your answer isn't
you're clearly a woman or gay.

haha, not so much admired, but when I was a kid I remember wanting to be a forrest dryad or something from a book I read, some female character that could turn into trees.

Yeah see what I mean?
Anyway now we start to get into the oddity so HANG ONTO YOUR ASSES.

I can't trust myself,
today, I sleep so little, yesterday, tomorrow, when
was the last time, for no reason whatsoever, no sorrow.

Fear not the beasts of the jungle but those that lurk in your mind.
Oh yeah, that's right: we have a poetry blog today.
FEELIN' GOOD AND COMFORTABLE?

I lay under the sword, to strike who knows where, my heart feels vulnerable.
for no reason whatsoever.

What's that other Warhammer quote I was just thinking of?
Weigh the hand that smites the foe and salutes the battle won or something?
Shit goes all the way back to Rogue Trader times, I think.

I see in the sword my life's end, that I see myself today with no path to bend,
I I I
I am not entirely alone
but i prefer it!

Oh rush of weird memories suddenly. Anyone play Suikoden III?
Man that game was fucking crazy.
I actually really liked it but apparently it's somewhat of a black sheep. I think it's easily second best game in the series after II.
I mean the graphics were kind of a muddy mess and it looked very sub-PS2 considering it was released in the middle of the PS2's life but graphics don't really make the game.

I I I
am
decay
tomorrow

the rollercoaster ride that is the song my life now on record
the one I jumped at board, seeing the sights to come
I would simply ask to do it all again, if i could,
or would I?

TAKE HEART IN ENTROPY, CAPTAIN.
HEED THE ROILING CHAOS THAT BRINGS RUIN TO RUIN UNTIL ALL IS AS DUST!

Pop quiz:
Love
or duty?

So in Dawn of War: Dark Crusade Davian Thule says this quote: "faith and duty" but because the voice actor was clearly a homosexual gentleman and it sounded like he had a fistful of marbles (or perhaps cock) in his mouth while delivering his lines it kind of comes out "FEHTH EHND DEWTEE"

A kind girl and her friend aproached me one day,
same bus stop, small talk.
she initiates I respond in kind.
why do I think about her?
generic female human
why do you draw my focus?

Why are you talking like SHODAN from System Shock?
Look at you, hacker: a pathetic creature of meat and bone, panting and sweating as you run through my corridors. How can you challenge a perfect, immortal machine?
that I boil over it
in my mind, that I whatever,
non-action.
That's what I should do instead of reading this shit: play System Shock.

-like always read at your own risk-
(usual unitneresting self sporting overly revealing drivil - j;skldf

>drivil
Okay here we go, DOSBox open.

Look at my life as a fight.
as I have always.

since the moment I first discovered sensual pleasure as a child
to my later years in life, though I feel fight fading

Whoops ended up playing System Shock for about an hour then I ate dinner then I went to buy batteries and hey it's 3 hours later.

when young i'd try everything I had to stop the invasion of change introduced into my mind through whatever manner of effect not influenced by my rock hard will. Stubborn.

I feel as though I have always been at a personal war with this comedy of life, my constant strivings to reafirm, for myself and to impose on others the life I see most fitting.

This really reminds me of a book I might have had to read in college and I just looked at the Wikipedia page for 5 minutes and got a 115% on the test.
God I love postmodern writing so much. It's all collective pretentious and bad.

I know nothing now, my fight fading, forever at war in my heart at whatever strange indignities being born had wrought.

Yeah see this is exactly what I mean. "Strange indignities being born had wrought" what?
How is "being born" an indignity? Is the implication that life is an indignity?

that I know my life my words are as nothing to the immediacy of need of all. I would wish none to live my life, and as such desire no form of human to follow. I do wish though that someday someone may have the sight that I had as a child and whatever it was that I lacked.

I guess my problem with all modern writing is it tries to sound deep and just doesn't make a ton of sense. The deep thoughts in actual good writing are kind of a byproduct of good writing and not the end to itself.
My grandfather is in many ways what I am not, and in some that I am.

Laying in a bed, nearly unable to move his own body due to a growing rigidity of muscle spasms. Yet he worries about his responsibilities whether the expenses are taken care of.

This isn't even well written. At least the syntax and grammar can be decent but no.

He has always been a strong inteligent man, though I didn't know him well, I knew him well through my familys telling, and my infrequent visits. He read the paper every day, and wrote to the editor just as frequently. He was and is a man of strong morals. Though not religious, beliving more in nature.

Beliving.

While listening to the shallow conversations of others in public places, leeching my internet for whatever pointless or pointed purpose.

I wonder how people not far from age of mine, perhaps my elder, perhaps not, perhaps time wears more quickly on their faces, sadly I hope.

And other words I'm not reading.

As their conversation is undeluted by the foul waters of intelligence. Interaction cleanly swept with niceties ans flirtations, talk of family and children.

Oh what a burden to be as smart as you, someone who can't even spell "undiluted".

I should not look down on these, this simple warm converse.

Converse is a verb, idiot.
Also "these" implies something in front of you not something figurative like a conversation and in the past.

It is good, though I want nothing of it myself, at least as little as possible without rendering my mind anathema to the masses.

:\
I could point out this thought makes no sense but I think it'll be expedient to just call you an idiot and move on.
Actually no, let's figure this out. She (?) wants "nothing of it [herself]", presumably the "conversation undeluted (sic) by the foul waters of intelligence" but the "conversation undeluted (sic) by the foul waters of intelligence" is indeed the product of the masses so how could having this type of conversation render yourself anathema (anathema meaning enemy or nemesis) of the masses if it indeed is what the masses themselves do?
Is this some sort of accusation that the masses are vindictive and hypocritical?
Of course not I'm just reading way too far into it.

a mind without purpose.

WANDERS INTO DARK PLACES FUCK YEAH WARHAMMER.

So I hate being close to other human beings, it's been a developing problem that's climaxing in my fear and inability to help with a dying grandfather.

So today I was listening to religious radio (fuck you I live in the South) and at one point the preacher is talking about how we shouldn't stray from the worship of Jesus because the whims of the pagan gods are capricious and how only God truly loves us and it was a really interesting disconnect to me to imply the "pagan gods" (by which he meant Zeus and referred to him directly) have wills and exist when the Bible clearly states there is only one God and the others are fiction or demons or some shit.
Personally I like to imagine a cosmos where they all exist so I can call Christians the hateful followers of the corpse god but that's just me.
The whims of the Old Gods might be capricious but when they visit their blessings on a mortal the ground trembles with every step.

It makes me feel like a total shit-bag but yet I still can't, i'm afraid, for some reason somewhere, somehow there is this block, and I am unable to get around it. I can't stand strangers looking at me, I can't handle feeling close to anyone on almost any level especially so with males.

Women.
Did you know a radical new treatment for people with severe agoraphobia is to get two agoraphobics in the same house?
After a year they kind of cure each other.

I finally have a girlfriend companion, I am somewhat ashamed to admit it, from my old ethical or moral standpoint, the desire or craving of another person to simply fulfil this niche of my life and for that alone, is like my own personal decadence.

Must be a lesbian.
No way this is a guy.

I am a male --> I get angry on regular bouts.

Winter semester is coming to a close, it is hard keeping all of my obligations organized, and my temper in line as well.

Welp. I don't even know what the fuck anymore.

I feel that what we desire corrupts us, or not even that, it changes and shapes us, and the more we desire and pursue one thing, the more we lose the important parts of ourselves, or our minds. I desire a womans caress, though not only that, I desire open arms and lips, a welcoming gesture that is representative of Woman.

The ladies only like it when you know how possessives work.

Yet, my spiritual pocketbook is empty in debt to other gods, and no matter what price---expensive or strange, I can't afford to pay on any sexual favor.

Hateful follower of the-- uhhh.
YOUR SLAVERY TO THE CROSS ENDS TODAY.

Plain and simple---read subject line---I suck, I can't play the game, I kind of do but then fail, and aghh.. I hate it.

yes, this is a self absorbed complainy-post. I am maturing well!

As opposed to all the other posts which have just been fucking awesome.
Hooo I just don't know anymore. This blog is blending together in its mediocrity into one continuous entry that has gone on for about five hours so I think I'm going to stop.

Oh-- oh.

So there are blogs and then there are motherfucking blogs, goddamn.
Lately I've been settling a lot but it really has been a "best of a boring lot" situation.
But here we have this blog and I haven't even really read it yet but I know it's already a winner.
Check this fucking crap out.
We have all the signs: Agree you're 18 (!) or older before reading, agree you're 18 (!) or older before reading and the font is the tiniest fucking thing I've ever seen in my life. I've seen larger bacteria.
No kidding I'm zoomed in 1000% and it's approaching size 16 font by any normal scale.
I think we have a black weeaboo and I'm not sure what to call a black weeaboo because "weeaboo" by definition means "white". Bleeaboo?
No idea.
I'm skipping the first entry because it's some dumb story. Already off to a great start.
Also here's today's writer's block so we can all stay current:

Which song makes you happy every time you hear it, and why?

It is hard to pick.

The song that makes me happy every time I hear it would have to be between two songs, Koda Kumi's Black Cherry [*] and Far East Movements I PARTY because the beat in the songs makes them so uplifting which makes me want to dance.

No idea what these songs even are but they sound amazing.
I am familiar with Koda Kumi, however, because she's a delicious yellow girl and also she was on a comedy show I watched briefly and basically the hosts trolled the fuck out of her but she was too dumb to realize it.
It was gooooood times.
Now here's a post called "My Tweets" and it's like she's doing everything in her power to keep me from reading her bullshit.
Let me tell you there's no quicker way to get me to lose interest than to mention twating or posting your IM chat logs.

A couple of months ago I had decided the best thing to do for my hair was to start all over again.

So as I mentioned a couple of times I teach at a high school and because teaching is already a woman dominated profession and my high school is really shitty most of the teachers are black women.
I had no idea 1. women could talk about hair so much and 2. that black women spend upwards of 9 hours every weekend getting that mess straightened out.
I mean what the fuck who has that kind of time?

When I was little I use to have extremely long hair that went down to basically my butt, but I couldn't handle my mom constantly pulling on my hair and causing little bumps to form at the scalp. So at 5 years old, I cut it all off up to the base of my neck.

It's around this time in the story I'm looking for some bureaucratic chore to do.
Listen I'm sure this story picks up but I got this form that's a series of letters and numbers to fill out.

Of course my mom was furious, but as time passed I went through a lot of stuff with my hair. My hair has grown to my shoulders and because of stress caused bald spots and I am experiencing all this stuff before the age of 18.

Tell me about the relaxer, please.

Now, almost at 18, I have had my hair cut because I have had a chemical relaxer.

Oh what do you know?
I don't know what any of this shit is because I have the HAIR OF SAMSON and I basically don't even need to comb it so whatever.

Now I want my hair to grow back naturally without a chemical relaxer and I decided to get what most people would consider the BC, or the Big Chop which means cutting your hair to a certain length in order to grow out your natural hair to whatever length you want it at.

Waiting for my bro to show up so we can talk about AC/DC or something but then I remember I'm sitting at home and I'm ostensibly doing this for my own amusement.

I got it cut almost a year ago and I've seen little to no growth, and to make matters worse I've been putting more chemicals on it, I've bleached my hair and put some ridiculous red hair dye on it and look like a Black Ronald McDonald walking around. Soon, im dying my hair to its

So true story I just learned recently: "dying" as in "putting dye into something" is actually spelled "dyeing" in what has to be a violation of every grammar and spelling rule I've ever learned. That's like the fifth word I've realized I've been spelling wrong for years in a just a few months, and it's all thanks to Final Fantasy.

natural hair color and I still refuse to get a chemical relaxer. I am using this post now to just kind of post my trials and tribulations on my journey to healthy natural hair, hopefully I can get someone to try this with me as well.

Are we still talking about this? For real?
Listen to me, bitch: I can't ignore you any harder than I am right now so please relax before I invent a new tier of not giving a fuck.

I've come across Youtube videos that say the best way to start is by training your hair or wrapping your hair and the best way to contribute to your hair growth is by taking vitamins and getting exercise in.

Am I really reading a blog about a Youtube video about haircare? Really?
I have to meditate under a waterfall for several years so I can attain a level of "not giving a fuck" never before witnessed by man.

Today, I deep conditioned my hair with the Cholesterol deep conditioner and I tested out the Saran wrap, wrap and it actually worked pretty well. I also took a vitamin to start the process.

All right I can't take this anymore. Let's move on.
Oh man two entries entitled "My Tweets" in a row and they're hiding behind a "YOU MUST BE 18 OR OLDER TO READ THIS" cut.
Also I just realized I can't type the letters "cu" without instinctively hitting the "n" right after it.
Now there's this ol' gem:

What subject you like to become more knowledgeable about, and why?

Definitely the 666 rituals of slaying the demon.

I would definitely love to be more knowledgeable about language because its how we communicate and its important to communicate with others of different races and since people have their own dialects its really important :)

Why is it really important?
I mean besides the obvious "to talk to brown girls" there's no reason to learn their heathen language.
That is a good reason, though, don't get me wrong but you know. It's not like there's one beyond that.
Oh I guess there is: if you plan on getting mixed up in international espionage.
So yes there are good reasons for learning other languages, huh. The two noblest deeds to which a man can aspire: scoring delicious girls of various colors and SLAYING THE ENEMIES OF MAN.
I'm not sure what that says about my view of international politics when the only two reasons I can come up with to learn a language is to steal their women and murder their dictators. I guess that puts me somewhere square in the 12th century.
Where I feel I often belong, honestly.

So today me and my two friends: Nykol and Tabi ( who is a writer on here) had an amazing day at the mall.

Oh, do share.

At the mall we go to where we live, there are these two guys: One that looks like Tae Yang, and one that looks like Chan Sung <3.>
Huh a black girl with a thing for Asian guys.
That's gotta be about the rarest breed there is.

we were passing by his friend who looks like TimothyDeLaGhetto nudged him in the arm and asked,

Is that really his name?
I mean I see some names in any given day. I can't tell what's really a name and what's a joke anymore.

I felt so stupid for not working up the courage to talk to this guy.

Whoa big yawn just now.
Really tired from lugging desks up and down flights of stairs and having to deal with sassy cunts all day.
Also you already have the courage you just lack something interesting to say which sets off your doubt.
It's like Jesus taught: you have the entire cosmos inside you, you just have to let the power free.
Oh wait, no, that was Athena from Saint Seiya.
I consider Saint Seiya a religious text alongside Fist of the North Star and The Odyssey. Shut up. It's my religion.
If we consider all fiction (except the bad fiction) one continuity (as I do) then it goes a little something like this:
The Epic of Gilgamesh
Some unspecified amount of time later
The Iliad
The Odyssey
The Aeneid
Unspecified amount of time later
Beowulf
Unspecified amount of time later
Sir Gawain and the Green Knight
Le Morte d'Arthur
Unspecified amount of time later
Orlando Furioso
100 years later
Dante's Inferno
450-500 years later
The Count of Monte Cristo
120-140 years later
Saint Seiya
150-160 years later
Fist of the North Star
28,000 years later
The Horus Heresy
10,000 years later
WARHAMMER.
Note: stuff happened in between these stories that I didn't bother fleshing out such as the collected works of Edgar Allan Poe and H.P. Lovecraft.
Oh and I've come to the beginning of this blog. That's really handy.
Well I can't say that was the worst blog I've ever read (mostly because I didn't actually read much of it) but good things don't come up often when it comes to Livejournal so I'll take them when they do.