Hmmm...I wish it were february again...coz that means the UP Fair would be around and that would give me enough reason to romp and stomp through the UP grounds till the wee hours at a relatively safer circumstance than most ordinary UP nights. I wouldn't care if it would be raining... so as long as I get to walk around and think...but I prefer it would be a starlight sky. I don't know what it is about the night air and i like the feeling that i have to dig my hands in my jacket pockets to keep them warm. I guess I'm just a night person...I get to do my best thinking at the end of the day when I've done all the damage I could do for one day and hope that maybe tomorrow i'll be better at this thing called life. Ha! i'm twenty one and already I sound like someone from mid forties...man... i have got to lighten up! Hmmm, (remembering my current situation)that would prove largely difficult,ehe.
I can't believe that I'm gambit in that flawed 'x-men character test'...no way! He's no good... I should be wolverine! My blog site sez it all! Well, it could've been worse...at least I didn't come out as cyclops(I just really hate this guy). Oh yeah... I don't think I've ever explained why I'm such a wolvie fan and why I've practically adorned this webpage with his images. Okay, okay, so here goes:

Wolverine's real name is James Howlette...goes by the name logan coz he doesn't really remember any personal details about himself (I guess you'd forget stuff too if you were over a hundred and twenty years old). He's a mutant with the power to heal any wound, has heightened senses and is in top physical shape... but his stuck with the berserker rage that keeps him from having too many friends and fewer enemies (only coz they end up in body bags).
First of all, it would really suck to live the life he leads. Sure he's the best there is at what he does...but despite that fact, being the best just doesn't cut it. Coz time and time again, no matter how good you are...you'll never ever really be good enough. He has spent a lot of his time burying his loved ones and what sadly never escapes his memory was his inability to protect them. Sure, he can heal himself from practically any wound and has so far proved to be unkillable. But, unlike most superhereos who are invulnerable or something of the like... he bleeds, he hurts, he gets battered, broken and burned...and feels every amount of physical pain most people have the privilege of dying from. Then he gets better just in time to bury more of his friends so that tomorrow he goes through the same vicious cycle again. He is ever the samurai that longs for honorable death which always escapes him. And his luck with women is practically the same. They either get killed or end up with another guy. The last real relationship he had was with the Japanese lady named Mariko(they were betrothed)...whom he killed with his own claws coz she was dying from an assassins poison and begged him to give her a quick death.
But despite all the tragedy in his life, and the animal he locks within...he has always been one of the baddest good guys in the history of comicdom. His honor and loyalty is unquestionable. A man who will never give up fighting. But the most enviable trait i find with this character is his free spirit. No one and nothing can contain him. If he doesn't like you, he'll say it to your face. If he things you're beautiful...he'll say it to your face. Honesty isn't a problem with this guy...he says what's on his mind and goes where he wants to. I wish I could be more like that. Not to worry too much about disagreeing with people for the most part and being generally polite. I'm probably not making much sense...which isn't a new thing mind you. SO I'll end this with one of my favorite quotes of the old canucklehead.

"i started this year with a rather ambitious goal. To be the best there is at what I do...and find out what that is. It ain't gonna be easy, nothing of value ever is."