Litterbox

I haven't written in a while, sorry.  Sometimes I tend to think there's always something far more important than what I should do, and sometimes I'm right.  Like cleaning the kitty litter in high school.  I got chewed out sooooooo bad by my mom for not cleaning the kitty litter like I'm supposed to, and all I could think about was how cat litter is so freaking trivial compared to what Tristan and I had to do.  In hindsight I realize that soldiers and agents and even firefighters still clean the cat litter.

Maybe you're wondering why this blog is called The Goran Prince.  Well, it's because from what information we can gather, there's a very high (as in 90% chance) probability that Tristan Keller is the Goran Prince. What that means exactly, we have no clue.

There is a series of encrypted letters known as the Goran Letters which the government has been trying very hard to decipher.  Tristan and his Organization partner Elijah were the only two who could read the letters; now his old roommate has a good idea as to how to decode the jargon and did so with one letter:  "The answer to life lies with the Goran prince."

Tristan doesn't like the idea of being the Goran prince.  I'd guess he kind of hates it.  Most of the time, I don't blame him at all.  What does it even mean?  Is it an actual political title?  And to carry the responsibility of the message, to be the "answer to life".....give me a litter box instead!

But at the same time, there is so much potential, so much good that can come from being a prince of his people.  For one thing, he was born on a ship (something like a colony ship, from what I can make of the description) and lived there with his parents for a few years; then he was sent to our planet after their deaths and grew up for the next 17 years as one of us.  This makes him and excellent representative of both worlds, a sort of diplomat that would come in handy whenever our government decides to establish official, PUBLIC contact with the colonies floating in space.  And should there ever be a war.... well, I'd like to think he's on our side.

He's gone for the weekend, on a trip across state with friends.  I'm uneasy about it, given everything he has to endure (and everything I have to watch out for), but he needs a getaway.  As for me, I'm enjoying this time to just relax, do whatever, not worry about responsibility for a little while.  I cracked open a bottle of blackberry merlot last night and am almost finished with it.  At some point I'll be cleaning the room and doing laundry, since it is a necessity despite more pressing matters.

Everyone has to clean the litter, even an intergalactic prince.