Donovanrp's Journals

There's Nothing Better Than Old Wine

Days without my babe, wasted months looking for someone wasted... I wished I could manipulate time and go back a few days...

My hands were tired, my special photo became old but my love was the same. Sadly, I got sick of my satisfaction game...

I remember the night when I got drunk with a fancy bottle of my grandfather's old wine. My dreams drove me to a wonderful moment and #54 rised her hand and said she was present.

I opened my eyes and she was next to me, I was not alone in my bed. A glorious dream where didn't matter if I looked bad, if I didn't shave or if she didn't wash her teeth. We were together again! #54 had a great smile but I put her photo on her face after we had a great night.

We drinked more of my old wine bottle, the food was excellent and the sex like never before because, this time, I made it with love. That day my place at college was empty, my teacher felt tranquility but I enjoyed twice of happiness than he did.

I bought her a dress; my wallet had no limits in dreams. My house was the same but I saw it prettier 'cause she was waiting for me inside. Finally, I had a reason to arrive home earlier.

The girl talked to me every second and I tried to wake up. Thinking about #54 alive made me crazy but I couldn't wake up from that dream! I was real! She was on my bed and a coffin in the mausoleum was empty!

My room started to call the flies and the bad smell woke me up from an awful illusion! I had a corpse in my house, worms in my bed and an used condom in the floor.

I had a much fucked up mind! My psychologist would pay his kid's college with me! I was pretty insane but I had to get the hell out that purple and teeth less body from my bedroom! So, I put that thing in my car and destroyed the mausoleum's door again with the corrupt security-guy's help. He "thought" I worked in medicine school since I offered him my gold ring.

I felt rejected by myself before cleaning the vomit spot from the pillow. I changed the sheets and made shreds out of #54's photo! I didn't want to know more about that girl anymore and gave away all of my old wine!

I got sick the next two days and never told #30 what really happened. He asumed I had diarrea because of the smell!

When I went to college again, I was prepared to date real girls again! My promise about dating chicks without mechanical help had to be broken quickly! The damn ticket machine won! I did need my red-metal friend... However, I was not ashamed about that! Besides, nobody knew about my effective method to meet girls! This is my reborn, my return! The library stud is ALIVE!

The Library Stud Is Dead

Ten minutes after I talked to #30 in the library, he introduced me to his blue-eyed classmate, she wasnâ�™t his friend but he enjoyed to think she was, anyway.

I sat down next to her, so I could smell her hair. â�œPretty Flower Hairâ� I said, she gave me a strange face to ask me â�œWhat?â� and I repeated the same thing. The pretty girl closed and opened her blue eyes slowly, looked at me and answers â�œI just met you and you are talking to me about my shampoo? Dude, youâ�™re such a loserâ�¦â� next, she gave me a smirk and changed her place.

I couldnâ�™t move for 5 minutes! Never in my life, anybody, had threaded me that way! I was so humiliated! Then, #30 came where she was and announced he had a girlfriend, after that, I felt a death wish going through my spine.

I never had an addiction, drugs were not my thing, but the ticket machine became my nicotine. My red-metal friend was a double pass to heaven and hell.

Once you start using something you like, it will be very difficult to forget it! But I wanted to probe myself that I could hang out with chicks again with no machines help.

After one week trying to meet girls without going to the library, I just found #54â�™s photo inside my pillow and broke my promiseâ�¦

Desperate and almost transforming into a lunatic guy, my depression had my body without exercise and sadly alone. However, #30 still went to my place and talked to me at class. He became my friend, my best friend. I gave him some advices to change his style and he did everything as I said. #30 left the old nerd he was in the past and broke up with his girlfriend to start a relationship with the blue-eyed girl! It was extremely cool!

He convinced his chick to go to the movies the last Sunday; she even invited one of her girl friends. We had an incredible day and the blue-eyed girl didnâ�™t smirk to me again, in fact, thatâ�™s because she laughed to tears when her pretty friend smirked to meâ�¦

Iâ�™m still single and still donâ�™t want to use the ticket machine. I have to re-learn how to date girls with no mechanical help. Itâ�™s going to be hard, â�˜cause once you start loving someone, itâ�™s very difficult to forget herâ�¦ Maybe thatâ�™s why I canâ�™t stop using #54â�™s photoâ�¦ I miss youâ�¦

You Know What They Do To Guys Like Me In College

This is so weird right now. My times with the ticket machine have been nice, but I canâ�™t believe everything that happened since then! I mean, two girls are dead! I have to stop doing that! Waste my free minutes between classes, going to the library to take a little ticket and receive in change two corpsesâ�¦! WOW! Thatâ�™s not my idea of cool datesâ�¦

What the hellâ�¦! Iâ�™ll do it until Iâ�™ve found my true love! What a pussy commentâ�¦

The only thing I got to eliminate is my malice and lust for girls. One chick at a time to avoid the psycho behaviour will help, please.

Once having this self-conversation done, I could continue with my secret ritual: 1- Take out yesterdayâ�™s ticket, 2- Wait a few people to finish their copies and 3- Make magic. What magic? There was no fucking magic for me that day! The wizard was not in my personality that afternoon! I checked my number and the red electronic board showed the #30, which was quite right! But the freaking nerd with that same number wasnâ�™t!

I didnâ�™t expect that! What a twist! I needed to fix what was bothering my stud-style way to meet girls. So, I pushed an old woman and had no nerd to tackle because he was on my possible-new-ticket-girlfriendâ�™s place! â�œWho are you?â� I said with my hair brows showing a violent gesture, the guy answer me with a scared voice that it didnâ�™t matter if I took his place if I would left him alone. That was the second time that someone in the library let me use my ticket first but I wouldnâ�™t allow more dead people! So, I raised my head in sign of peace and permission to make him understand that everything was OK and he would have his copies first.

The nerd freed a big smile that I didnâ�™t follow; I just wanted my number to be used with a girl. In fact, I went out the library with no copies for me and my recyclable #30 ticket. The next day would be a nice one to use that number, the end of the month was coming and I scored a 30 at History, everything pointed to that number, something huge was about to happen.

I left the building to accelerate the waiting and see the morning sooner. The computer made me stay awake for three long hours, finishing the History extra-point homework and checking my web profiles to keep a strong friendship with mostly people I wonâ�™t ever meet beyond fourteen photos, their favourite songs and long funny chats.

The World Wide Web itâ�™s a great place to lie, live in, â�œmeetâ� girls and touch your genitals in front of a camera. A person met another last night through the WWW and the next day the fucking paedophile dude raped the fifteen year old princess. I will never do that, I just accept people as â�œfriendsâ� to become popular somewhere and if you add me Iâ�™ll give you the greatest welcome ever!

Two hundred minutes to sleep, teeth wash, a coffee and poop quickly. Thatâ�™s my secret recipe for a cool new day and it was done. My journey to college had begun. I forgot to print my History homework and my mom didnâ�™t know (until then) how to send an e-mail! My extra points were as doomed as #93â�™s virginity, however, there was one last chance to save them and the library had the answer!

I had a dÃ©jÃ -vu while walked straight to the library-girl, a little skinny image made me wake up and it also complaint! The freaking #30 was by my side again! He was wearing the same old fucking smile he had yesterday; also a new haircut that revealed how far can anyone go in a desperate way to use a cool hairstyle but donâ�™t have what it takes to have it.

â�œThank you for aâ�¦ addâ�¦ adding me last nightâ� those were his first words to dare to say before me. I just laughed while I told him how impossible that was; I checked my web profile and didnâ�™t add a crappy boy like him! Unless heâ�¦ Oh, my God! Damn you people with drawings instead of photos in their profiles! Damn you!

Four seconds were enough to put ninety nine offences in my mind to tell him, but (because it will always be a â�œbutâ�) the nerd had the copies I needed in his loser hands!

History wasnâ�™t an interesting class for me; even sleeping was an option during that class! Maybe that was the reason for me to have never seen that thin and smart guy behind me!

â�œDo you need these copies?â� he asked with a funny nasal voice, off course I accept that I wanted those copies so badly! My score depended on them! I acted like he was my hero and my new idol, shacked one of his shoulders to show my approval and got really surprised when the situation turned even better! Those pink and perfumed pages werenâ�™t his homework!

The chick with the hottest blue eyes in the university wrote every single word directly from her hands to those holy papers and sends her stupid pet to buy a folder for them! Since the moment I knew that I would do anything to become #30 from an idiotic slime into my best friend. With his help, I will have a new girlfriend and A as my never seen score in all of my future homework!

Youâ�™re my best friend, #30! It was true: thatâ�™s a lucky number! Take care and donâ�™t go out! I donâ�™t want you to catch a cold! See you in class and donâ�™t forget to introduce me to your sexy master!

Lying is not the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off when youâ�™re creative â�“ Part 2

(*Note: If you already read â�œLying is not the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off when youâ�™re creative â�“ Part 1â� blog, please ignore this note and keep reading this next paragraphs lol But if you havenâ�™t read that blog yet, you wonâ�™t understand this, so, hereâ�™s the link: http://donovanrp.buzznet.com/user/journal/1735161/lying-is-not-the-most-fun-a/ Thanks for checking this)

A few days ago, my grandma came to see me after a long time without talking before her and without finding myself watching my face through her glasses. She was not in her best days and her health was not what it used to be. She had a problem in her legs and sometimes she just didnâ�™t feel themâ�¦ So, she had to lay or sit down in those situations. Her long years walking on this Earth had affected her ability to transport herself and when I realized she had decided to come to see me, I knew that was a big deal. Sorry about the tear.

It was true, I did something wrong and we had to do something about it. I killed a young, pretty girl and every minute inside of my cell, made me feel what I did to her in 162000 seconds and God knows how insane were each one of them.

Since the first time I saw the girl I assassinated, my body trembled. In the back of my mind, I started making plans to catch her in my trap. She would be my first victim and her green eyes would experiment all my nasty thoughts in a live session.

I couldnâ�™t believe what I was saying, thatâ�™s the kind of thing you would hear from a lunatic guy! It was like if a killerâ�™s soul possessed my body every once and a whileâ�¦ Sometimes, a little secret give our lives a quick escape from reality; others, a white lie assure you the happiness of someone you donâ�™t want to hurt; but when you realize youâ�™re the one whoâ�™s been a fool, thatâ�™s when you wake up. However, you look for an explanation for that action made against you, an excuse to forgive the liar, an answer to justify the one you love with all your heartâ�¦ Thatâ�™s ironically stupid. Because that is fooling yourself!

I never forgive, Iâ�™m not a saint, and Iâ�™m not a hero. Thatâ�™s why Jesus was created for; he is the only one who could forgive infidelity.

I waited in my car for her to get out from that manâ�™s house. The selfish bitch had a lot of fun that night, at least, until I kidnapped herâ�¦

I imagined the worst way to die and did it to her. I took the dirtiest knives and stained her legs. I let my anger, my insecurity and sadness flow through her body and I painted my walls and floor with red art.

Her eyeless corpse slept with my black-onyx car in the cityâ�™s lake for one week. Each bite a fish gave to her; a detective approached more to the actual murderer.

They caught me when she had no tongue and was more than a body a â�œfish-motelâ�.

Even with all my reasons to kill that fucking whore, I ended in jail; everything I did was in vane! I was single again and had a house full of clues that pointed me as the villain of the storyâ�¦! It was a bad idea to keep her green eyes in my fridge and the bra she wore that night in my closet (incredibly, the bitch had my tasteâ�¦!). Iâ�™m such a stupid girl!

â�œHe had to be here, not me!! Why did I have to meet him!? Why did I go to the library that day!? Why did I take the number 54!? Help me, grandma! HELP, ME!â� I yelled before everyone who was looking at me through the huge mirror saw how my body started calming down and how my screams became low-volume noises. Never in my whole life, had I felt so much peace and tranquillity than that moment. The venom ran in silence guided by my own blood as the darkness appeared in form of tired eyes. The fear came to me in the last second I remember, but I did what a strange voice told me to: Just sleepâ�¦

Lying is not the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off when youâ�™re creative- Part 1

(*Note: If you already read â�œThe Ticket Machine!â� blog, please ignore this note and keep reading this sequel lol But if you havenâ�™t read that blog yet, you wonâ�™t understand this, so, hereâ�™s the link: http://donovanrp.buzznet.com/user/journal/1668921/the-ticket-machine/ Thanks for checking this)

The next day that I met #93, I realise she was a whore, and not because of the gossip, but because of what she did to me the night before in a restaurantâ�™s restroom! Oh, my God! I was so scared and excited at he same time! I didnâ�™t know if she was trying to lick me or thinking about giving me a free amputation! However, it was awesome! She was a crazy sexy nurse and I wanted to be sick forever!

She was the easiest, sexiest, smartest and funniest girl Iâ�™ve ever met. Her green eyes would be in my mind for a long time and they were before me whenever I wanted to refresh my memory! Itâ�™s very funny how some events occur to make your life better or teach you something. In my case, I learned one thing thanks to my red-metal friend: If you can date several chicks at the same time DO IT!! So, Iâ�™ll tell you a little bit about #54 too.

The second girl I met with the ticket machine was the kind of woman you would present to your mom as your future wife. She didnâ�™t have green eyes but she could look through you with so much love that was possible to grab it with your hands. If I ever wanted to find some girl to have kids with, #54 was that girl! Her ability to do everything perfect was unique and her love for God was it too. So, I couldnâ�™t fuck herâ�¦ yet.

Anyway, she gave me a naked photo of her naked chest two weeks later to decrease my hunger. She told me to use that picture to imagine what I could have with her if we carried on in our relationship. LOL!!! She was CRAZY!!

College is a big place where you are like a fallen leaf in a forest during fall. The quantity of people you meet is designed in the universe to be the correct quantity you really need to progress with your career and your life. Thatâ�™s why two girls in the same class didnâ�™t know they had more than the same pink shirt in common.

My relationship with #93 was very hot. Anytime, anywhere, it was familiar to me the meaning of her dirty green-eyed-look. It was inevitable to resist her sexy feminine charms. Even if we were at Neighbourâ�™s Restaurant, the bank, my car or her uncleâ�™s funeral, the place wasnâ�™t important. Sex was the only way I knew to make her happy and I had the satisfaction to always look a great smile on her face when a showed an emergency condom in my pocket. But I knew that if sex failed our relationship would die as well.

One night, she came to my place, I opened the door and the dirty look had been sent. My testosterone antennas caught the subliminal message like flies are trapped by Ray Toroâ�™s afro. In about two minutes, I already had #93 kissing me on the sofa, giving me her body heat and touching my hands when she pronounced these magic words: â�œWhy do you have sanitary paper pasted on your hand?â� My entire body was frozen solid the next second I heard thatâ�¦!! My face turned all red and Mr. Silence sat between us, but he ran away when she started laughing!! â�œI canâ�™t believe you did that!!â� she said while I was still stupidly brush, watching her stand up and parts of my body going downâ�¦!! Damn #54â�™s photo!! Iâ�™ll never use it again!! I promise!!

(Will continue...)

The ticket machine!

I was waiting for 15 minutes in front of the library, twenty people were waiting to get their copies of homeworks, pages of books and stuff. I was about to get sick because of the human heat and hunger! So, I tried to avoid some people to get my copies first, I couldn't wait one more second!
One step to the right, push an old woman and tackle a nerd, that was all I needed to become the next in the croud to be attended and did it! Time of joy and party! "Finally, in 5 minutes I'll be eating!", I thought. (And this is the part where everything is fucked up...) But my smile turn down when the library-girl ask me for my ticket! I didn't have a ticket! How was I supposed to take a ticket when I , with all my strenght lol, almost got out because of the bunch of animals that wanted their copies! I mean, it was impossible to take a ticket! But when I waked up from my own anger dream, I was in the corner of the library, infront of the damn ticket machine!
My madness couldn't do something else than take a ticket but my 15 minutes of torture would have a sweet revenge! Anyway, I had to eat, my stomach was eating its own walls!
A girl and a guy went to my table to talk and the time made me forget everything about my copies! The next day the library would collapse and the red ticket machine with it!
The night is gone and the breakfast done, the bus taken and I was walking staight to the library. Everything was like I expected: a mass of people fighting to get a lil'paper to have a copy! So, I waited for 5 minutes and the opportunity came. The scoreboard in the wall was showing the 93 number, my ticket's number. One step to the right, push an old woman and tackle a nerd, I was in front of the library girl, I gave a smile and put my ticked on the big desk. "What the hell? Two 93 tickets?", she said when a pretty hot girl put her ticket by my side! Her green eyes made me stop each word a could possibly say, her lips had me paralized watching they move when she told me: "You go first, I'm not going to do a big drama because of a ticket". I felt like the biggest idiot ever...! But I had the hottest girl talking to me, I had to control myself and be the coolest guy in the library! So, I gave my papers, asked for the copies I wanted and tried to make a nice conversation with the girl. I made her laught one time. Immediately, the library-girl brought me the copies. Another guy from the library finished helping my dream girl. "See ya", I said while I took her notebook and copies in purpose, got out of the library. Minutes later, I started to love the damn ticket machine, because when I got a call from the green-eyed-girl to give her the correct stuff, I knew a great way to meet chicks! And that's how I met #97, #21, #83 and #54!!!

I love you, red ticket machine!!