"Harper, Jimmy? Okay... Jackson, Eric? Right, uh... Knight, Owel?" Yea, that was a really fun time in my life. Plus everybody tries to call me Ohwel, like Owen. My response for years that became a tired old joke to the people that knew me.
"Owel... Like the bird."
Another fact you might have yet to figure out, is that I am a vampire. Don't believe in vampires? That's okay. We don't believe in you either. It's okay. I didn't believe in vamps either until I met one.
Anyways, I was turned about 5 months ago, against my will. I mean, she was so ansolutely gorgeous that if she had asked me first, I probably would have said yes. But she didn't ask. She just bit. But I'm not ready to talk about that yet. Not ready to talk about her.
So what do I want to talk about? To be honest, I'm not sure. I'm kind of breaking the rules here by announcing my vampire status anyways, but I just don't care. They aren't around here anymore.
Nice right? Turn me into a fricken vampire, and then take off, leaving me to fend for myself. In Canada. During the winter. Not that I'm going to freeze to death. I guess that goes in the win column. So what have I been doing on my own for the last few months?
Trying to learn how to be a vampire.
Seriously, it doesn't just happen. It's generally taught to you by your maker, or your clan. Well I don't have a clan, and my maker took off a while ago, as I think I already mentioned. So I'm left to fumble my way through my new "unlife". Good times.
Yea, I may be a little bitter, but you try to be Mr. Positive when the only friend you have is a goth gamer from down the hall who wants you to turn him into a vampire, and rarely gets through a conversation without offering himself up as dinner. Seth's a weird guy. We'll talk more about him later.
He's actually the reason I'm writing this blog. He says I need to learn to be more social if I'm going to get into the whole vampire thing. After watching a ridiculous amount of terrible vamp movies, I'm not really sure what the whole vampire thing is, or if I want to be a part of it.
It sure isn't like Twilight. I wish I turned into sparkly diamonds when the sun hit me, but that's just not the case. A little too bubble gum princess pop for reality. I don't burst into flames, either, that's just a glorified special effects driven death scene movies like to exploit. Oh it doesn't feel good, and my exposure time is severly limited, but I can sort of handle the sun. It's kind of like a really bad sunburn that keeps getting worse, until my skin dries and flakes, along with the rest of my body.
So to summarize, Sun = Bad slow burning death, not "Oh boo hoo, I sparkle. I'm a hideous 4 carat monster." Teeny bopper bullshit.
So this blog will set things straight. What I've learned, or am still learning. And I guess whatever... adventures I have out on the night.
That's about it for the night. I'm hungry, and if I don't get out of here soon Seth will come knocking, and I don't think I can deal with him right now.
See you at dusk...
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