My dastardly plans have succeeded. I have worn my jacket to school and no one (of authority) told me I should take it off. Score one for Mac! Everyone loved it though, and I was happy to show it off and explain who Creature Feature was. People kept asking if it was school appropriate and I was like... "Uh..... I don't know." But nobody said anything so HA. Take that society.
And today, I finished my epic zombie story. There's blood, there's gore, there's violence, there's love, there's anything you can ask from a zombie story. Okay it's actually kind of week, but it's like 24 pages. Leave me alone.
Also in my school, apparently you can't make fun of the swine flu or else you can be suspended. I kept scaring all the kids in my drama class. I was asked to refrain from speaking about the swine flu... so I kept going. I told them all that the world knows how to take care of itself and it's realized that the world is over populating and it's simply flushing itself. Getting rid of the excess people. Then they all said that they hoped that I got it and then I told them that I hope I got it too so I could take them all down with me. That's when I was threatened with suspension. Ahahaha. Also... I think my Chemistry teacher is Making the Swine Flu. Like immediately after he did this weird experiment, I developed a horrid cough and other side effects I'm not going into great detail about. I feel so sick.
There was a blood drive today too. I didn't give blood mainly because I forgot to sign up. Oh well. But every time I walked by all the nervous kids in line I'd sniff around and ask them "Does the smell of blood make you thirsty too?" It only scared the kids more. Drawing blood doesn't bother me whatsoever. Every time I go to Texas they lay me down for 5 hours and every half hour they draw blood. I find it kind of fun... they had an IV in me that literally said "On" and "Off" when they wanted blood, they turn the nozzle to ON and get my blood. It didn't bother me then either and that was my first time. I just have a hard time understanding why kids have such a problem with it. I mean I realize their bodies react differently, but I'll never be able to fully understand it because my body just accepts it so willingly. Weird eh?
Other than that, today was a normal day. Nothing new and exciting. I went to work, not. a. single. customer. Totally empty. I almost took a nap lol. Speaking of my job... I think my boss reads my blogs! O.o
Are you reading this Angie >_>
It was last Saturday I posted something and I included that I needed to do laundry and that it was 2am ish or something and the next day, she sent me a text saying "Don't come into work until 3. Get some sleep and do some laundry!"
and I was like..... O.O WTF?!
So I have to watch what I say on here I guess. >_>
Creeeeeepy.
I hate having adults on my Myspace or Facebook because everything that I say finds my parents some how and the funny thing is... my parents don't care. It just annoys me that other parents have to be tattle tales. Get a life! Really, leave me and my internet life alone. I'm not dumb, I'm not going to give my home address out to complete strangers. I have given it out before, but that was after I got permission from my parents and knowing this online person for a very long time. And like I've had parents tell my parents that I cuss and rant online about things I shouldn't... my parents are like "Well, she has ideas and feels that she should express them. Why should we stop her?" And they know that all teenagers cuss (well most) and I hardly cuss compared to the people that I know. I do have my fits every now and then, but those are rare. The first time I went driving by myself, WITH MY PARENT'S PERMISSION, not 15 minutes after I left the house, my Dad called me asking what did I do. And I was like "Nothing! Why?" and he's like "I just got a call saying you were out driving! I can't imagine they'd call me and complain unless you were speeding or being stupid or something!" Oh but they would. I've found that out about this town. Driving by myself without my liscence, I made sure to follow ever road rule. I didn't want to get caught without a liscence. Some adult called my Dad and simply said "Do you know that your daughter is out driving?" I don't know what Dad said back to her, but automatically he thought that I did something wrong since an 'adult' called him and made a big deal about it. I've had issues with this adult before always calling my parents. "Did you know your daughter is doing this..." "Did you know you're daughter is at this place" "Did you know your daughter... BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH" They just need to stay out of my life. Unless I'm causing an extreme danger to me or the people around me, I don't see why they should bother my parents. I rarely do things without my parents' permission. And if I don't have their permission for something, I go about it very carefully with a good mind. My parents are pretty okay with what I do. They know I won't go out and be stupid. They know I HATE drugs and alcohal. They know I would never drive if I ever did drink or I would never get in a vehicle with someone who was drinking. They know I have a good head on my shoulders. Adults can just leave me the hell alone.
And BTW none of this was about Angie. I love Angie.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
I can has Jacket?
I GOT MY JACKET!!!
Bow in it's excellence!!!
Bow in it's excellence!!!
I truly love it. It has not left my body since it has arrived. I'm so wearing this to school... tomorrow is a dress up day though. ALRIGHT! GIRLS HAVE TO WEAR RED! There's blood on this. Perfect. Life is looking up for me at just this moment. Reasons to not commit suicide: Creature Feature and my Dog. Of course though, I'm not suicidal, like I've always said, I'd go homicidal loooooong before I go suicidal. This jacket is just so amazing. It's a little big, but it's okay, gives me more room to snuggle in! =D
Okay... enough giddiness from me. Sorry for that. I was just so happy. Dad came home and I was napping. Then he threw some compressed bag at me and I was like WTF?! and then I was like OMG! And I got online and opened it in front of Jenna and Emma. Tis very warm.
Anyhow... so...
Today was Tropical dress up day. Pffft. Screw that. I just went in a Jack Skellington shirt and jeans. That's what I would wear on the beach. Not until AFTER I got to school did I remind myself that I could have came as a pirate. DUH! Oh well though. This whole week is based off of "sodas" so Monday was Root Beer aka Hillbilly Day. Yesterday was Grape Soda VS Orange Soda. Girls were grape, boys were Orange. Today was Fanta and somehow I guess that's Tropical... when you know... Tropical Punch apparently doesn't count as a Tropical Soda over Fanta. So... um... whatever. Tomorrow is Pepsi VS Coke. Boys wear Blue girls wear Red. Then Friday is like Mountain Dew or Sprite Day? Can't remember, mainly just green and yellow cause those are our school colors. Whatever works man. Days like these are kind of boring to dress up for =[ Last year we had like Movie Star Week and I came to school as like a Jedi, Charlie Chaplin, Tim Burton (he's not a movie star, but SHUT UP), and a whole bunch of stuff. But now we got Mr. Campbell and he doesn't really like these I guess. Like today was tropical day, so a bunch of girls wore tank tops... and Mr. Campbell threw a fit. Most of the tank tops were okay. They weren't terribly revealing, but he wouldn't accept it. I could understand on a normal day, but on a dress up day? I mean... come on. Just relax a little bit.
Being next year's Senior Vice President, I'm force to dress up for next year... all the time... or else it effects my grade. -_- Lame. I do this just to enjoy myself... not to get a grade. That just takes the fun out of it. It's like kids who enjoy drinking before they're 21, but as soon as they do turn 21, it's no fun anymore.
I don't find joy in drinking at all, so that doesn't apply to me, but you get what I'm saying right?......... Who is you? Why do I talk to you like someone reads these? I have issues. I know. Anyhow... I'm going to head off. I might have some awesomely brilliant thing to say as soon as I log out, but I'll come back and edit this bulletin so I can add that.
Okay... enough giddiness from me. Sorry for that. I was just so happy. Dad came home and I was napping. Then he threw some compressed bag at me and I was like WTF?! and then I was like OMG! And I got online and opened it in front of Jenna and Emma. Tis very warm.
Anyhow... so...
Today was Tropical dress up day. Pffft. Screw that. I just went in a Jack Skellington shirt and jeans. That's what I would wear on the beach. Not until AFTER I got to school did I remind myself that I could have came as a pirate. DUH! Oh well though. This whole week is based off of "sodas" so Monday was Root Beer aka Hillbilly Day. Yesterday was Grape Soda VS Orange Soda. Girls were grape, boys were Orange. Today was Fanta and somehow I guess that's Tropical... when you know... Tropical Punch apparently doesn't count as a Tropical Soda over Fanta. So... um... whatever. Tomorrow is Pepsi VS Coke. Boys wear Blue girls wear Red. Then Friday is like Mountain Dew or Sprite Day? Can't remember, mainly just green and yellow cause those are our school colors. Whatever works man. Days like these are kind of boring to dress up for =[ Last year we had like Movie Star Week and I came to school as like a Jedi, Charlie Chaplin, Tim Burton (he's not a movie star, but SHUT UP), and a whole bunch of stuff. But now we got Mr. Campbell and he doesn't really like these I guess. Like today was tropical day, so a bunch of girls wore tank tops... and Mr. Campbell threw a fit. Most of the tank tops were okay. They weren't terribly revealing, but he wouldn't accept it. I could understand on a normal day, but on a dress up day? I mean... come on. Just relax a little bit.
Being next year's Senior Vice President, I'm force to dress up for next year... all the time... or else it effects my grade. -_- Lame. I do this just to enjoy myself... not to get a grade. That just takes the fun out of it. It's like kids who enjoy drinking before they're 21, but as soon as they do turn 21, it's no fun anymore.
I don't find joy in drinking at all, so that doesn't apply to me, but you get what I'm saying right?......... Who is you? Why do I talk to you like someone reads these? I have issues. I know. Anyhow... I'm going to head off. I might have some awesomely brilliant thing to say as soon as I log out, but I'll come back and edit this bulletin so I can add that.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Blisters and Turbulence.
I'm consumed... in pain. It is very annoying. My achillies are so tight and I got a blister on the bottom of my foot. All I can do is hobble around the house. It's terrible really. Newland made me run with the boys today, and I beat them. HA! I feel a sense of accomplishment. *prances*
Today was purple day for the girls and orange day for the boys. I wore my I Heart Creeps shirt with my black and and white skirt with my black and white striped tights. People were shocked... but oh well. A lot of people liked my outfit, but I'm positive some people said something else, but I really don't care. It's just a skirt... why do people always freak out when I wear something a tad bit different? I don't understand the human race. It should be destroyed. I say that a lot and people are like "But don't you know that you'll go with it if the world was destroyed?" Uhhh.... yeah. I realize this.
On our way back from Dallas the last time, we were on the plane, and I didn't realize it at the time, but the girl behind us had never rode on a plane before. So I went on a conversation with my Dad about how crashing in a plane would be one of the coolest Deaths ever because it'd be like a roller coaster ride all the way to your death. That's when we hit some turbulence and the woman behind me screamed her brains out. Later I over heard her talking to the man beside her saying how she had never flown in a plane before and was slightly nervous. Oh planes make me giggle.
So I am completely tired and exhausted. I'm going to leave now.
Today was purple day for the girls and orange day for the boys. I wore my I Heart Creeps shirt with my black and and white skirt with my black and white striped tights. People were shocked... but oh well. A lot of people liked my outfit, but I'm positive some people said something else, but I really don't care. It's just a skirt... why do people always freak out when I wear something a tad bit different? I don't understand the human race. It should be destroyed. I say that a lot and people are like "But don't you know that you'll go with it if the world was destroyed?" Uhhh.... yeah. I realize this.
On our way back from Dallas the last time, we were on the plane, and I didn't realize it at the time, but the girl behind us had never rode on a plane before. So I went on a conversation with my Dad about how crashing in a plane would be one of the coolest Deaths ever because it'd be like a roller coaster ride all the way to your death. That's when we hit some turbulence and the woman behind me screamed her brains out. Later I over heard her talking to the man beside her saying how she had never flown in a plane before and was slightly nervous. Oh planes make me giggle.
So I am completely tired and exhausted. I'm going to leave now.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Diet food sucks.
Today was redneck/hick/hillbilly day at school. Apparently there's a difference? Yeah I don't really know. Anyhow... I found out that I make a pretty cute redneck. I didn't want to wake up this morning, so at the last minute possible I rolled out of bed and made a make shift redneck outfit. Tomorrow is Orange Soda VS Grape Soda day. Boys are orange, girls are purple. I LOVE PURPLE! So tonight I went rummaging through all the purple stuff I could wear and I found out... I LOST ONE OF MY PURPLE ARM WARMERS! I'm so pissed. That's like my favorite accessory of clothing! I'll just wear one tomorrow though. -_-
So at lunch, we went to the grocery store, and Elton John's Rocket Man was on the radio. I screamed/sang the song through the whole store. Darby was embarrassed out of her mind, but I didn't care. AND I THINK IT'S GUNNA BE A LONG LONG TIME, TILL TOUCHDOWN BRINGS ME ROUND AGAIN TO FIND I'M NOT THE MAN THEY THINK I AM AT HOME! OH NO NO NO! I'M A ROCKET MAN BURNING UP MY FUSE OUT HERE ALONE! It was such a fantastic experience. You have not lived until you sang Rocket Man as loud as you can in a grocery store.
Track practice was just plain ridiculous today. The wind was blowing and it sucked the breath out of us. So we ran a pretty quick 450 and it was supposed to be under 85 seconds. I came in at 87 seconds and I was disappointed with myself, but Newland said I did great against the wind and our track is actually measured in yards so it's a bit longer than most. So I actually ran about a 500 that fast. Then we ran 3 200s... which is easy as pie, except for the damn wind. I have ran 6 200s before and on the last one I have enough energy to run about 5 more at the end of it... but today I almost died doing 3. It was just terrible. TERRIBLE! OH well. Then I heard my science teacher's, Mr. Cox's, voice and I almost had a brain aneurysm. I don't hate the man, but I hate science, and science hates me. Well that's a lie... I LOOOVE science, I just can't freaking understand it! I wish so badly to understand science, but it's all like another language for me. Scientenese. So I thought the man's voice was stuck in my head or something, but it just turns out that he was helping our pole vaulter with her jump.
Next topic, I'm sick of all this science talk.
Soooo............
Like I said last time, I always have awesome ideas on what to fill these blogs with... but when it comes to time I'm like, "Uh........................ moop?" I'm thinking about going on a crazy adventure to LA this summer. That'd be fun right?! RIGHT! Just go and see all these people I've never met and see Creature Feature. Sounds like a dream come true. I'm going to have to convince Dad to let me go alone, and my convincing argument is, "I'm moving away next year Dad. Either to New York or LA. You'll have to let me go by myself sometime, might as well experience a little bit of it now right?" That sounds like an AWESOME argument to me!
Ugh... I keep forgetting to come back to this. The internet... it's just so distracting. I'm off doing other stuff then I realize... OH YEAH I'm writing a blog. Bloggedy blog blog blog. I'm so sick of all this diet stuff in my house. Dad recently found out that he has bad numbers in... something. So he has to have fat free, sugar free, low carbohydrate, low salt, low this, free that, and it's throughout the whole house. I'M FREAKING STARVING! I have the metabolism of Michael Phelps, and the sad thing is I'm only exaggerating a little bit, and I need full wholesome food to go into me!!! Not all this stuff that's missing the crap I need! FACEPALM! So I sound like a fatty all the time saying I'm hungry, but I'M NOT FAT! I am a little bigger than most kids, but that's because of my disease. Truly! I'm not one of those people that says "Oh I have a thyroid problem." No cause if you look at me, I'm freaking fit... except I have a fat chin and a chunky back... yeah, I didn't put that there on purpose! Because of my lipodystrophy, fats are not evenly distributed throughout my body and go directly to my chin, upper back, and liver. The liver is where the problems come in. When you have fats in your liver, that often leads to severe diabetes problems. So this is happening to me just because of my genes. I'm doing nothing to help it and doctor's don't know how to solve it yet. Yup... that's just an example of my luck. ALSO another example of my luck is... this disease, other than effecting the liver, doesn't play a role on their daily lives, but me... because I have the awesome luck of having short achilles tendons and all the muscle pushing down on them, are on the verge of snapping. So every time I run in track or run at all, I jeopardize walking forever more. I'm sick and tired of constantly being in pain. Did you know that in 6th grade I found out that pain wasn't normal when you walked? I thought everyone felt the same thing I did, it was just something you had to deal with to walk since it had always been that way for me. Nope... then again... you guys know this. I'm just the dumb one. Whatever. So back to my original point, I just pretty much eat large amount of diet food to get enough in me to be satisfied. Defeats the whole purpose of diet food and I feel good for accomplishing that I beat the man. Take that MAN!
okay... that's enough ranting I guess.
Yet again... I forgot I was blogging. Bah! Lame.
So at lunch, we went to the grocery store, and Elton John's Rocket Man was on the radio. I screamed/sang the song through the whole store. Darby was embarrassed out of her mind, but I didn't care. AND I THINK IT'S GUNNA BE A LONG LONG TIME, TILL TOUCHDOWN BRINGS ME ROUND AGAIN TO FIND I'M NOT THE MAN THEY THINK I AM AT HOME! OH NO NO NO! I'M A ROCKET MAN BURNING UP MY FUSE OUT HERE ALONE! It was such a fantastic experience. You have not lived until you sang Rocket Man as loud as you can in a grocery store.
Track practice was just plain ridiculous today. The wind was blowing and it sucked the breath out of us. So we ran a pretty quick 450 and it was supposed to be under 85 seconds. I came in at 87 seconds and I was disappointed with myself, but Newland said I did great against the wind and our track is actually measured in yards so it's a bit longer than most. So I actually ran about a 500 that fast. Then we ran 3 200s... which is easy as pie, except for the damn wind. I have ran 6 200s before and on the last one I have enough energy to run about 5 more at the end of it... but today I almost died doing 3. It was just terrible. TERRIBLE! OH well. Then I heard my science teacher's, Mr. Cox's, voice and I almost had a brain aneurysm. I don't hate the man, but I hate science, and science hates me. Well that's a lie... I LOOOVE science, I just can't freaking understand it! I wish so badly to understand science, but it's all like another language for me. Scientenese. So I thought the man's voice was stuck in my head or something, but it just turns out that he was helping our pole vaulter with her jump.
Next topic, I'm sick of all this science talk.
Soooo............
Like I said last time, I always have awesome ideas on what to fill these blogs with... but when it comes to time I'm like, "Uh........................ moop?" I'm thinking about going on a crazy adventure to LA this summer. That'd be fun right?! RIGHT! Just go and see all these people I've never met and see Creature Feature. Sounds like a dream come true. I'm going to have to convince Dad to let me go alone, and my convincing argument is, "I'm moving away next year Dad. Either to New York or LA. You'll have to let me go by myself sometime, might as well experience a little bit of it now right?" That sounds like an AWESOME argument to me!
Ugh... I keep forgetting to come back to this. The internet... it's just so distracting. I'm off doing other stuff then I realize... OH YEAH I'm writing a blog. Bloggedy blog blog blog. I'm so sick of all this diet stuff in my house. Dad recently found out that he has bad numbers in... something. So he has to have fat free, sugar free, low carbohydrate, low salt, low this, free that, and it's throughout the whole house. I'M FREAKING STARVING! I have the metabolism of Michael Phelps, and the sad thing is I'm only exaggerating a little bit, and I need full wholesome food to go into me!!! Not all this stuff that's missing the crap I need! FACEPALM! So I sound like a fatty all the time saying I'm hungry, but I'M NOT FAT! I am a little bigger than most kids, but that's because of my disease. Truly! I'm not one of those people that says "Oh I have a thyroid problem." No cause if you look at me, I'm freaking fit... except I have a fat chin and a chunky back... yeah, I didn't put that there on purpose! Because of my lipodystrophy, fats are not evenly distributed throughout my body and go directly to my chin, upper back, and liver. The liver is where the problems come in. When you have fats in your liver, that often leads to severe diabetes problems. So this is happening to me just because of my genes. I'm doing nothing to help it and doctor's don't know how to solve it yet. Yup... that's just an example of my luck. ALSO another example of my luck is... this disease, other than effecting the liver, doesn't play a role on their daily lives, but me... because I have the awesome luck of having short achilles tendons and all the muscle pushing down on them, are on the verge of snapping. So every time I run in track or run at all, I jeopardize walking forever more. I'm sick and tired of constantly being in pain. Did you know that in 6th grade I found out that pain wasn't normal when you walked? I thought everyone felt the same thing I did, it was just something you had to deal with to walk since it had always been that way for me. Nope... then again... you guys know this. I'm just the dumb one. Whatever. So back to my original point, I just pretty much eat large amount of diet food to get enough in me to be satisfied. Defeats the whole purpose of diet food and I feel good for accomplishing that I beat the man. Take that MAN!
okay... that's enough ranting I guess.
Yet again... I forgot I was blogging. Bah! Lame.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
How do I start off one of these?
Bum bum bum bum I don't know how to start these things. I don't like diving right into it because they usually all start with Soooo.... or.... Well..... No... that's just bad writing skills. I'm better then that. They should be in essay format or something. I'm not sure. I guess I can make it however I want it... well I want it in nice format... what ever that may be.
ANYHOW...
Today I didn't have to work until 3. Which was nice. So I spent most of my time online. (Yes I do know I'm addicted to the internet. This is old news.) I was mostly on The NIRF forums. They're so scientific there, maybe if I talk to them, my grade in science will go up? Hopefully. I started slamming my face in Chemistry one day simply because I had no idea what was going on and I found more fun in slamming my face into the desk trying to make my face go numb then understanding how many... I don't even remember.... maybe I shouldn't have slammed my face into the desk so much? Hmm.... the only reason I'm trying to pass that class (well there's two reason, the other reason is so I can get out high school) BUT THE MAIN REASON... is because I know I'll need to know chemistry to understand quantum physics and I want to help Sam find his last leap home!
So then I went off to work, and time fleeeew by. I kept myself busy most of the time. Then, right after I locked the doors and set the alarm I went to my car, but some guys came to the door and wanted to buy phonecards, so I went and unlocked the door and let them in, but when I unlocked the door, I set off the alarm. So I waited for the cops and explained to them that I set it off. It was Rangel, so he was like, "it was an accident and you don't have anyone behind the counter making you say this so they don't get caught? " and I laughed and I was like well you can check just in case. So he went around and checked. Then he said "You get up!" and I jumped like WTF? then he just laughed at me. Then I went and played softball with my boss for a little bit.
Came home and got on Stickam with Emma and Amanda and Jenna. Stickam's pretty fun... I'm just afraid of what I do behind the camera that I don't pay attention to. *picks nose*
Now... explain to me. Why do I talk about my day to you blog? Nobody will enjoy to read this. Nobody even does read this. Am I just doing this for my own entertainment? Maybe I'll be famous someday and all my fans would love to read about my life? That's a possibility I guess.
Haha I had a random girl add me a few days ago on myspace. And today I got a message from her replying to one of my bulletins. She just looooves all of my answers and she reads all of them. That kind of made my day. I love to entertain, and I made this girl laugh with my surveys, which made me happy that I'm making someone laugh out there. I want to entertain millions someday. I think that if I ever make a movie, that I'll be able to entertain millions at a time.
My Father and I went out to dinner tonight, practically because we're out of food in the house. O.o During dinner we discussed weird sciences in the past. We spoke of the bermuda triangle and how there is a possibility of a time warp with all the minerals there and what not. Then he explained to me that a while back around WWII they were screwing around with science to cloak battle ships, and like Einstien and a few other famous scientist were involved and they hooked up this mass of enegry to a generator and they actually dissappeared for a time. When they came back, some of the men were like molded with the ship and it was a gruesome site. Dad said that it's supposedly true. I would like to believe it... and hell I do believe it, but that's terrible for the guys that became ship people.
I also got my contacts yesterday... and damn they're thick... it's like putting a monocle in my eye. Freaking weiiiird. I wonder when my jacket will get here in the mail? Hmmm it doesn't say. Well Damn. All it says is this: Your item was processed and left our JACKSONVILLE, FL 32099 facility on April 24, 2009. Information, if available, is updated every evening. Please check again later.
WELL SCREW YOU USPS!!! Never get me my mail on time. -_-
I hope you die.
So... I think I'm going to go to bed now. Goodnight.
ANYHOW...
Today I didn't have to work until 3. Which was nice. So I spent most of my time online. (Yes I do know I'm addicted to the internet. This is old news.) I was mostly on The NIRF forums. They're so scientific there, maybe if I talk to them, my grade in science will go up? Hopefully. I started slamming my face in Chemistry one day simply because I had no idea what was going on and I found more fun in slamming my face into the desk trying to make my face go numb then understanding how many... I don't even remember.... maybe I shouldn't have slammed my face into the desk so much? Hmm.... the only reason I'm trying to pass that class (well there's two reason, the other reason is so I can get out high school) BUT THE MAIN REASON... is because I know I'll need to know chemistry to understand quantum physics and I want to help Sam find his last leap home!
So then I went off to work, and time fleeeew by. I kept myself busy most of the time. Then, right after I locked the doors and set the alarm I went to my car, but some guys came to the door and wanted to buy phonecards, so I went and unlocked the door and let them in, but when I unlocked the door, I set off the alarm. So I waited for the cops and explained to them that I set it off. It was Rangel, so he was like, "it was an accident and you don't have anyone behind the counter making you say this so they don't get caught? " and I laughed and I was like well you can check just in case. So he went around and checked. Then he said "You get up!" and I jumped like WTF? then he just laughed at me. Then I went and played softball with my boss for a little bit.
Came home and got on Stickam with Emma and Amanda and Jenna. Stickam's pretty fun... I'm just afraid of what I do behind the camera that I don't pay attention to. *picks nose*
Now... explain to me. Why do I talk about my day to you blog? Nobody will enjoy to read this. Nobody even does read this. Am I just doing this for my own entertainment? Maybe I'll be famous someday and all my fans would love to read about my life? That's a possibility I guess.
Haha I had a random girl add me a few days ago on myspace. And today I got a message from her replying to one of my bulletins. She just looooves all of my answers and she reads all of them. That kind of made my day. I love to entertain, and I made this girl laugh with my surveys, which made me happy that I'm making someone laugh out there. I want to entertain millions someday. I think that if I ever make a movie, that I'll be able to entertain millions at a time.
My Father and I went out to dinner tonight, practically because we're out of food in the house. O.o During dinner we discussed weird sciences in the past. We spoke of the bermuda triangle and how there is a possibility of a time warp with all the minerals there and what not. Then he explained to me that a while back around WWII they were screwing around with science to cloak battle ships, and like Einstien and a few other famous scientist were involved and they hooked up this mass of enegry to a generator and they actually dissappeared for a time. When they came back, some of the men were like molded with the ship and it was a gruesome site. Dad said that it's supposedly true. I would like to believe it... and hell I do believe it, but that's terrible for the guys that became ship people.
I also got my contacts yesterday... and damn they're thick... it's like putting a monocle in my eye. Freaking weiiiird. I wonder when my jacket will get here in the mail? Hmmm it doesn't say. Well Damn. All it says is this: Your item was processed and left our JACKSONVILLE, FL 32099 facility on April 24, 2009. Information, if available, is updated every evening. Please check again later.
WELL SCREW YOU USPS!!! Never get me my mail on time. -_-
I hope you die.
So... I think I'm going to go to bed now. Goodnight.
Am I really that bad?
Oh my, I forgot to blog today. I was trying to make this a daily thing so I can discard all my journals. How did my day start today? Well, I woke up around noon to the phone ringing. I jumped out of bed to go get it.
"Hello?"
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"Hello?"
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No answer
So I hang up. Then I realized how exhausted I was. I went to bed at 11 and woke up at Noon and was completely exhausted and I couldn't figure out why. I'm assuming it had to do with the track meet yesterday. Erm... 2 days ago. Okay... I count time by when I go to bed... and since I have not gone to bed yet... it is still technically the 25th. Anyhow... so I got online and checked all the forums and chatted them up on there, put in Bolt, which I had rented, and cried my eyes out. Seriously? Why are Disney cartoons so sad? I don't know, I've been becoming more of a wuss lately. Then on myyearbook, some random girl called me ugly for no reason. I've never talked to this girl in my life before. There's no reason for her to call me ugly. So I explained this to her then told her to get out before I eat her brains. She hasn't replied yet.
Dad came home, and as usual, he just comes home and starts yelling at me about this and that and I asked him "Why do you always come home and just yell at me?" and he said, "Because, if I don't yell at you, you won't receive any discipline, and then you'll just go crazy and think you can do whatever you want!" And I just looked at him. There are 4 or more girls in my school that are pregnant right now. 89% of my school uses some sort of drug daily. 50% of my school has gotten a MIP. 20% have gotten a DUI. 99% go out and party and drink. I however, go to school, go to track, go to work, come home, get on the computer, and then go to sleep. I NEVER do any of that stuff and he's saying I need discipline. I got all the discipline I needed when I was little to know not to act like any of these jackasses. So if I'm sitting on the computer, dishes are done, kitchen is swept, floor mopped, house vacuumed, minding my own business, does he have the right to come in and yell at me about nothing?
I realize other kids have it harder than I do out there, and I'm not saying my dad's an ass or that it's terrible living with him, but he just makes me feel so damn guilty all the time. Like I did something wrong and I don't know how to fix it. He also blames me for things I have absolutely no control over. My track meet last week, it began to hail. Apparently, it was my fault that we had a track meet in the hail. Then I went to go run my 200m dash and Dad went and sat in the car cause it was hailing... afterward he yelled at me cause he missed the race. Was it my responsibility to make sure he was watching my race when about 10 minutes earlier I saw him in the stands watching the races? Then he told me he was watching the finish line from the car and he didn't see any girls pass the finish line. So I must have not raced. Um.... hello.... I did race. I got first. All these other people saw it too. Do you really think I convinced ALL of these people that I just raced and got first place even though I really didn't? I just told them all to tell you I did? I think my Father is going senile. I have no other conclusion.
I have to work tomorrow, but Angie said that she'd probably cover it for me. So hopefully that works out... cause it's 2am right now.
I went on Stickam for the first time today. Well that's a lie. I was on Stickam a while back... but only for a few minutes. I went on with Emma and Dani today... some of most fun I've ever had. Such randomness.
I need to do laundry pretty badly. I have like 2 full laundry baskets, but I've just been so busy and today was my first day truly off and I didn't want to waste it on laundry. So I guess I'll just hope for that day off tomorrow so I can do laundry and my homework.
So I guess I'll escape to my dreams now...
Hopefully I won't forget to blog tomorrow(today).
"Hello?"
...
...
...
"Hello?"
...
...
...
No answer
So I hang up. Then I realized how exhausted I was. I went to bed at 11 and woke up at Noon and was completely exhausted and I couldn't figure out why. I'm assuming it had to do with the track meet yesterday. Erm... 2 days ago. Okay... I count time by when I go to bed... and since I have not gone to bed yet... it is still technically the 25th. Anyhow... so I got online and checked all the forums and chatted them up on there, put in Bolt, which I had rented, and cried my eyes out. Seriously? Why are Disney cartoons so sad? I don't know, I've been becoming more of a wuss lately. Then on myyearbook, some random girl called me ugly for no reason. I've never talked to this girl in my life before. There's no reason for her to call me ugly. So I explained this to her then told her to get out before I eat her brains. She hasn't replied yet.
Dad came home, and as usual, he just comes home and starts yelling at me about this and that and I asked him "Why do you always come home and just yell at me?" and he said, "Because, if I don't yell at you, you won't receive any discipline, and then you'll just go crazy and think you can do whatever you want!" And I just looked at him. There are 4 or more girls in my school that are pregnant right now. 89% of my school uses some sort of drug daily. 50% of my school has gotten a MIP. 20% have gotten a DUI. 99% go out and party and drink. I however, go to school, go to track, go to work, come home, get on the computer, and then go to sleep. I NEVER do any of that stuff and he's saying I need discipline. I got all the discipline I needed when I was little to know not to act like any of these jackasses. So if I'm sitting on the computer, dishes are done, kitchen is swept, floor mopped, house vacuumed, minding my own business, does he have the right to come in and yell at me about nothing?
I realize other kids have it harder than I do out there, and I'm not saying my dad's an ass or that it's terrible living with him, but he just makes me feel so damn guilty all the time. Like I did something wrong and I don't know how to fix it. He also blames me for things I have absolutely no control over. My track meet last week, it began to hail. Apparently, it was my fault that we had a track meet in the hail. Then I went to go run my 200m dash and Dad went and sat in the car cause it was hailing... afterward he yelled at me cause he missed the race. Was it my responsibility to make sure he was watching my race when about 10 minutes earlier I saw him in the stands watching the races? Then he told me he was watching the finish line from the car and he didn't see any girls pass the finish line. So I must have not raced. Um.... hello.... I did race. I got first. All these other people saw it too. Do you really think I convinced ALL of these people that I just raced and got first place even though I really didn't? I just told them all to tell you I did? I think my Father is going senile. I have no other conclusion.
I have to work tomorrow, but Angie said that she'd probably cover it for me. So hopefully that works out... cause it's 2am right now.
I went on Stickam for the first time today. Well that's a lie. I was on Stickam a while back... but only for a few minutes. I went on with Emma and Dani today... some of most fun I've ever had. Such randomness.
I need to do laundry pretty badly. I have like 2 full laundry baskets, but I've just been so busy and today was my first day truly off and I didn't want to waste it on laundry. So I guess I'll just hope for that day off tomorrow so I can do laundry and my homework.
So I guess I'll escape to my dreams now...
Hopefully I won't forget to blog tomorrow(today).
Saturday, April 25, 2009
I have no creative title for this.
I rack my brain
spewing the past.
Recognition of those I don't know.
A truthful lie.
I am from my heart
bared and cold.
Tears fall to make you see
That there is a different part of me.
spewing the past.
Recognition of those I don't know.
A truthful lie.
I am from my heart
bared and cold.
Tears fall to make you see
That there is a different part of me.
Close Encounters
The sky filled with clouds and the rain began to trickle. Light splatters hit my face. I loved the rain, it brought every feeling in my body to life, just one more thing to make this the perfect day. I skipped home with a giddy grin singing I'm Walking on Sunshine. The neighbors glared their glum eyes at me, but they were just jealous. I skipped past the neighborhood and into an alley. A little shortcut I take to get to the park.
Down the alley, a beam of light struck the ground. I stopped and automatically dodged behind a dumpster. The FBI! It must be. I knew they'd figure out what I've been up to. They'll never catch me! I giggled at the FBI's Inferior thoughts of capture.
Within the beam of light, a figure began to form. Kind of like when your TV is fuzzy and the picture only has a shape. But now it was becoming clearer. This man had four oval eyes that squinted among his diamond shaped head. His slit of a nostril flared and his mouth was hidden by a mustache. This wasn't the FBI, even their wardrobe wasn't this ridiculous. His full mustache twitched and his head turned in my direction. He had a mustache that most barbers back in the day had. His orange skin seemed to melt from his body yet still stay in tact. His snake like motions made him look extremely flexbile. I bet this guy could burn it up on the dance floor.
He pulled out a strange device and it began to beep. his squinty eyes opened a bit and he walked towards my direction.
I jumped out and cried "Rawr! I am the FBI and I'm going to dissect your brains!"
"Rabrablubrawobloru!" is all he could make out and fell back in a state of shock.
I put my hand out to help him up. "I was only kidding!" I laughed at him.
His angered expression only made me laugh more. "So let me guess... you're an alien. From what planet? How long did it take to get here? Are you alone? Where's your ship? Can you speak English? Do you have alien pets? What's that? Oooh! Are you here to kill or befriend us? Is that mustache real? Doe it..." He stopped me with a gargled "Robaroogublamoragus"
"What?" I asked.
He pushed a button on his device and looked at me. "I said SHUT UP YOU PITIFUL HUMAN!"
"Well tha'ts not very nice." His eyes met mine.
"Garlex. 8 Kelenasits. No. Up there. I can now. yes. Humanoid Relation remote. It all depends and in a way."
"What?"
"The answers to your questions."
"Oh! That mustache is 'in a way real'?
The alien looked annoyed. "It's a grown mustache. I used hair growth hormones and noticed that this is a style you humans wear."
I laughed, "Maybe if you cut hair. And we don't have four squinty eyes and a diamond shaped face or little tentacle thingies."
"Point taken," the alien agree. "but I wasn't planning to stay long."
"Oh why is that?" I asked.
The alien picked me up and took me to his ship.
"I now have my answer for the 'Are you here to kill or befriend us'" he told me.
I giggled. "yay friends! you can be like my big brother. BFFs! Best friend forever. That's in case you don't understand internet. We can make cookies, draw pictures, have tea parties, go camping"
He looked at me and shook his head. "No. the other one."
"Oooooh." I said.
So now I'm sitting in this space ship and they're harvesting all the humans and locking them up in here with me. Yay friends!
Down the alley, a beam of light struck the ground. I stopped and automatically dodged behind a dumpster. The FBI! It must be. I knew they'd figure out what I've been up to. They'll never catch me! I giggled at the FBI's Inferior thoughts of capture.
Within the beam of light, a figure began to form. Kind of like when your TV is fuzzy and the picture only has a shape. But now it was becoming clearer. This man had four oval eyes that squinted among his diamond shaped head. His slit of a nostril flared and his mouth was hidden by a mustache. This wasn't the FBI, even their wardrobe wasn't this ridiculous. His full mustache twitched and his head turned in my direction. He had a mustache that most barbers back in the day had. His orange skin seemed to melt from his body yet still stay in tact. His snake like motions made him look extremely flexbile. I bet this guy could burn it up on the dance floor.
He pulled out a strange device and it began to beep. his squinty eyes opened a bit and he walked towards my direction.
I jumped out and cried "Rawr! I am the FBI and I'm going to dissect your brains!"
"Rabrablubrawobloru!" is all he could make out and fell back in a state of shock.
I put my hand out to help him up. "I was only kidding!" I laughed at him.
His angered expression only made me laugh more. "So let me guess... you're an alien. From what planet? How long did it take to get here? Are you alone? Where's your ship? Can you speak English? Do you have alien pets? What's that? Oooh! Are you here to kill or befriend us? Is that mustache real? Doe it..." He stopped me with a gargled "Robaroogublamoragus"
"What?" I asked.
He pushed a button on his device and looked at me. "I said SHUT UP YOU PITIFUL HUMAN!"
"Well tha'ts not very nice." His eyes met mine.
"Garlex. 8 Kelenasits. No. Up there. I can now. yes. Humanoid Relation remote. It all depends and in a way."
"What?"
"The answers to your questions."
"Oh! That mustache is 'in a way real'?
The alien looked annoyed. "It's a grown mustache. I used hair growth hormones and noticed that this is a style you humans wear."
I laughed, "Maybe if you cut hair. And we don't have four squinty eyes and a diamond shaped face or little tentacle thingies."
"Point taken," the alien agree. "but I wasn't planning to stay long."
"Oh why is that?" I asked.
The alien picked me up and took me to his ship.
"I now have my answer for the 'Are you here to kill or befriend us'" he told me.
I giggled. "yay friends! you can be like my big brother. BFFs! Best friend forever. That's in case you don't understand internet. We can make cookies, draw pictures, have tea parties, go camping"
He looked at me and shook his head. "No. the other one."
"Oooooh." I said.
So now I'm sitting in this space ship and they're harvesting all the humans and locking them up in here with me. Yay friends!
The Famous Donkey
Julio was riding his donkey down a steep mountain. the donkey, Chalupa, had a layer of sweat seeping through his fur. Julio stopped and dismounted his burro. He poured water on the donkey's back and brushed his name. Chalupa shook his neck in appreciation. There was nothing more in this world that Julio loved than his donkey. He mounted his steed again and continued on to town. Julio hear a faint whisper.
"Pst. Pst. Julio!"
Julio hlated his friend and looked around. "Hola?" but no one answered. "Hola" he cried again.
"Julio. Es me. Down aqui."
Julio looked down on his donkey. Chalupa's mouth parted as words came from his lips.
'Hey Julio." he said.
Julio cried. "Ay carumba" and fell off.
"Woah man. you okay? didn't mean to scare you."
Julio looked at his donkey in shock. "Chalupa?! Que paso?"
"Chill man. I just never had a reason to talk before. Ever since I was a wee burrito, I wanted to be famous. So I practiced the most known language in the world. English. Once I got it down, I was going to go to Hollywood, but right when I was going to go make it big, a man in a sombrero and pancho captured me and forced me to haul stuff. Julio, I know you love me. Help me reach my dream. Help me get famous."
"But how?" asked Julio.
"I'm not sure. Help me find a way!" The donkey pleaded.
Julio snapped his fingers.
"Yo tengo an idea Chalupa."
"Julio...?" the donkey said sweetly.
"yes my dear friend?"
"It's Markus San Rio."
"Que?"
"My name. It's Markus San Rio."
"Ohhh. Lo siento amigo." Julio apologized.
"De nada buddy. If I really cared, I would have told you sooner."
"So I have an idea how to get you famous," Julio proposed. "We're just coming up to Mexico City. In the middle of town swuare, we'll present your talents."
"Muy bueno!"
So they pressed on and eventually reached Mexico City around noon. The town square was buzzing with people. Julio told Chalup or Markus San Rio to speak.
"Hello people of Mexico City. I am a talking donkey!"
Markus San rio held his chest puffed and proud, but nobody payed any attention. "Julio, you need to get me noticed."
Julio looked around and tried to lift the donkey. He used all his might, but did not succeed in lifting the donkey. Then he noticed the wagon the donkey was pulling. He grabbed a bunch of boxes and threw them on the wagon. Everyone stopped and watched the donkey that was slowly rising in the air.
"Now!" cried Julio.
"I am a talking donkey, hear me speak!"
Everyone looked at each other with puzzled looks.
"They don't speak English Markus!" Julio informed.
"Soy un burro que puede hablas olle me." the donkey translated.
"Aaahh." Cried the crowd.
Soon after, Markus San Rio was in thousands of movies and became the most famous donkey in the world.
"Pst. Pst. Julio!"
Julio hlated his friend and looked around. "Hola?" but no one answered. "Hola" he cried again.
"Julio. Es me. Down aqui."
Julio looked down on his donkey. Chalupa's mouth parted as words came from his lips.
'Hey Julio." he said.
Julio cried. "Ay carumba" and fell off.
"Woah man. you okay? didn't mean to scare you."
Julio looked at his donkey in shock. "Chalupa?! Que paso?"
"Chill man. I just never had a reason to talk before. Ever since I was a wee burrito, I wanted to be famous. So I practiced the most known language in the world. English. Once I got it down, I was going to go to Hollywood, but right when I was going to go make it big, a man in a sombrero and pancho captured me and forced me to haul stuff. Julio, I know you love me. Help me reach my dream. Help me get famous."
"But how?" asked Julio.
"I'm not sure. Help me find a way!" The donkey pleaded.
Julio snapped his fingers.
"Yo tengo an idea Chalupa."
"Julio...?" the donkey said sweetly.
"yes my dear friend?"
"It's Markus San Rio."
"Que?"
"My name. It's Markus San Rio."
"Ohhh. Lo siento amigo." Julio apologized.
"De nada buddy. If I really cared, I would have told you sooner."
"So I have an idea how to get you famous," Julio proposed. "We're just coming up to Mexico City. In the middle of town swuare, we'll present your talents."
"Muy bueno!"
So they pressed on and eventually reached Mexico City around noon. The town square was buzzing with people. Julio told Chalup or Markus San Rio to speak.
"Hello people of Mexico City. I am a talking donkey!"
Markus San rio held his chest puffed and proud, but nobody payed any attention. "Julio, you need to get me noticed."
Julio looked around and tried to lift the donkey. He used all his might, but did not succeed in lifting the donkey. Then he noticed the wagon the donkey was pulling. He grabbed a bunch of boxes and threw them on the wagon. Everyone stopped and watched the donkey that was slowly rising in the air.
"Now!" cried Julio.
"I am a talking donkey, hear me speak!"
Everyone looked at each other with puzzled looks.
"They don't speak English Markus!" Julio informed.
"Soy un burro que puede hablas olle me." the donkey translated.
"Aaahh." Cried the crowd.
Soon after, Markus San Rio was in thousands of movies and became the most famous donkey in the world.
Watermelon of Lust
Walter Meelon looked into the reflecting toaster, his rind glowed a vibrant green and his face more than rosy. His black seed eyes winked at his beautiful reflection. He loved nothing more than himself.As he rolled along the counter top, he stopped, awestruck by the beauty that lay before him. She lied in the ice chest cooling her fresh glowing skin. her cheery face lolled back to pick up the over rays. Her chest was exposed to the air. Walter felt something inside him. He no longer cared for himself, all he wanted was this woman with her radiant beauty and blissful face. Her curves melted with his eyes as she turned her exposed body over so he could see her glorious green rind. He rolled up to go speak to her, but just then the creatures came in.
"No!" Cried Walter.
They picked her up and her face went into shock. She looked embarrassed to be naked more than scared.
A gleam caught his eye.
"MY GOD!" He screamed.
He rolled as quickly as he could to her rescue, but as he reached the corner of the counter, they struck her with a knife.
"You fools! Stop it!"
Her screams filled the world. The cans of soda all chuckled, the lettuce cringed, and Walter cried. "Can nobody stop this madness?!" he shouted.
After they chopped her into think slices, they ATE her. "You Monsters!" Walter screamed slamming his fist against the counter. They didn't even look his way. How can he live on without her? There's no place in this cruiel linolium black and white world. He cried to the heavens then rolled off the counter to his fate. As he hit the ground his body exploded. CHucks of him flew at the creatures. And the last thing he saw was them gasping at his horrid demise.
"No!" Cried Walter.
They picked her up and her face went into shock. She looked embarrassed to be naked more than scared.
A gleam caught his eye.
"MY GOD!" He screamed.
He rolled as quickly as he could to her rescue, but as he reached the corner of the counter, they struck her with a knife.
"You fools! Stop it!"
Her screams filled the world. The cans of soda all chuckled, the lettuce cringed, and Walter cried. "Can nobody stop this madness?!" he shouted.
After they chopped her into think slices, they ATE her. "You Monsters!" Walter screamed slamming his fist against the counter. They didn't even look his way. How can he live on without her? There's no place in this cruiel linolium black and white world. He cried to the heavens then rolled off the counter to his fate. As he hit the ground his body exploded. CHucks of him flew at the creatures. And the last thing he saw was them gasping at his horrid demise.
The Well
We ran outside in the summer light.
Our vacation was spent completely outdoors on Grandma's farm.
We would even play into the mid summer night.
through the woods I'd grab my cousins arm
and run in circles until we fell in a dizzy daze.
One quiet morn she sat upon a well
and I snuck up on her in my childish ways.
I poked her ribs and she jumped then fell.
I peered over the rail into the black abyss.
which threw me into great alarm.
The adults will surely notice my cousin is amiss.
And how she does not call back means there is great harm.
I would have to tell my parents a story.
They won't believe their son could kill and lie.
Now my dear cousin is a mere memory.
and before it's too late, I'd like to say Goodbye.
Our vacation was spent completely outdoors on Grandma's farm.
We would even play into the mid summer night.
through the woods I'd grab my cousins arm
and run in circles until we fell in a dizzy daze.
One quiet morn she sat upon a well
and I snuck up on her in my childish ways.
I poked her ribs and she jumped then fell.
I peered over the rail into the black abyss.
which threw me into great alarm.
The adults will surely notice my cousin is amiss.
And how she does not call back means there is great harm.
I would have to tell my parents a story.
They won't believe their son could kill and lie.
Now my dear cousin is a mere memory.
and before it's too late, I'd like to say Goodbye.
The Rip In the Sky
The day it all ended was a day just like any other. Carl woke from his slumber and opened the door to his house. He left to the market and whistled a cheery tune. As usual the market was buzzing with chatter, laughter, children screaming, and dogs yelping. Carl found what he had been searching for. Her scent called to him from across the way. His feet lifted from the ground as her irresistible aroma grabbed hold of him and pulled him near.
Jenna was working at her mother's floral stand, trimming the delectable flowers. He saw her and his heart began to pound. Today was the day he would ask for her hand in marriage. The ring burned a hole in his pocket as he glided to her stand. She smiled sweetly when she saw his face and kissed him on the cheek. He took her hand and pulled her away from her job. Her mother waved with a sweet grin on her face.
Jenna giggled and blew a kiss to her mom, then turned and followed Carl. He took her to a near by park and rested in the shade of a large oak. Carl's hands were sweating and his grasp grew tighter.
"Carl my dear, what is the matter?" Jenna asked with concern in her voice.
"Nothing love," his voice quivered, "it's just, I have a very important question to ask of you."
"Well ask away my dear Carlton." She smiled.
Carl trembled with fear as he stood up. He put a hand out for Jenna and she eased to her feet. Carl tried to bend his knee, but it was locked. Finally after a fight with the denying ligaments, they gave in.
Suddenly, a shrill shriek came from the market place.
"What's that? There! In the sky?!" Carl followed the chubby woman's finger to a black hole. The voices all started at once and meshed together to make a panicked growl. Carl quickly grabbed Jenna by they waist.
"What is it?" She asked.
"I... uh... I don't quite know." Carl confessed. A breeze picked up growing stronger and stronger. A whirring sound came from the hole. A woman shrieked as a small dog was lifted into the air and suck through the hole. Smaller children were now floating and everyone began to scream and run away. Carl reacted quickly and ran to the market. He grabbed a rope and tied it around his waist then to the tree. He also grabbed Jenna and began to tie her up as well, but the gust was too strong and they were both elevated into the air.
"Don't let go!" Jenna cried.
Carl's fingers slipped and Jenna flew away and was sucked into the hole. Carl screamed and cried her name. He quickly unfastened himself and was swept away. The hole had such forceful power as it sucked at his skin. He cried in fear and pain. the hole sucked with a much stronger force now and Carl looked back at the world, or what it once was. The tree he had been tied to up rooted and was a dagger in the air. It hit Carl in the head and he passed out.
When Carl woke, everything was white. He had no shadow, there was not scent, there was no sound.
"Jenna!" He screamed.
No response came. Carl began to walk. There was no depth or perception. He felt as if her was not moving. where was the ground? Where was the sky? Was this a form of purgatory? All of his questions went unanswered.
He kept walking. There was no time, no day light, nor night time, but his body was still human and it desired food. He kept walking through the vast nothingness. Eventually Carl's body collapsed and he began to weep. Food deprived and dehydrated, he crumpled into a ball.
Jenna was amongst the vapid endless white. Her tear stained face had no longer any emotion. she walked until her stomach could no longer remain empty and she collapsed, but for the first time since she entered this white hell, she felt something warm. She tried to open her eyes and they finally met his. Carl smiled a faint grin with her hand in his. Then the white room began to spin. Hues mixed to make a kaleidoscope of color. Carl looked to his side. Jenna in a white veil and all. She clenched his hand as they recited their vows. He kissed her lips and swept her off her feet. He carried her to their carriage and rode off to love for eternity as their bodies rotted in the everlasting world of nothingness.
Jenna was working at her mother's floral stand, trimming the delectable flowers. He saw her and his heart began to pound. Today was the day he would ask for her hand in marriage. The ring burned a hole in his pocket as he glided to her stand. She smiled sweetly when she saw his face and kissed him on the cheek. He took her hand and pulled her away from her job. Her mother waved with a sweet grin on her face.
Jenna giggled and blew a kiss to her mom, then turned and followed Carl. He took her to a near by park and rested in the shade of a large oak. Carl's hands were sweating and his grasp grew tighter.
"Carl my dear, what is the matter?" Jenna asked with concern in her voice.
"Nothing love," his voice quivered, "it's just, I have a very important question to ask of you."
"Well ask away my dear Carlton." She smiled.
Carl trembled with fear as he stood up. He put a hand out for Jenna and she eased to her feet. Carl tried to bend his knee, but it was locked. Finally after a fight with the denying ligaments, they gave in.
Suddenly, a shrill shriek came from the market place.
"What's that? There! In the sky?!" Carl followed the chubby woman's finger to a black hole. The voices all started at once and meshed together to make a panicked growl. Carl quickly grabbed Jenna by they waist.
"What is it?" She asked.
"I... uh... I don't quite know." Carl confessed. A breeze picked up growing stronger and stronger. A whirring sound came from the hole. A woman shrieked as a small dog was lifted into the air and suck through the hole. Smaller children were now floating and everyone began to scream and run away. Carl reacted quickly and ran to the market. He grabbed a rope and tied it around his waist then to the tree. He also grabbed Jenna and began to tie her up as well, but the gust was too strong and they were both elevated into the air.
"Don't let go!" Jenna cried.
Carl's fingers slipped and Jenna flew away and was sucked into the hole. Carl screamed and cried her name. He quickly unfastened himself and was swept away. The hole had such forceful power as it sucked at his skin. He cried in fear and pain. the hole sucked with a much stronger force now and Carl looked back at the world, or what it once was. The tree he had been tied to up rooted and was a dagger in the air. It hit Carl in the head and he passed out.
When Carl woke, everything was white. He had no shadow, there was not scent, there was no sound.
"Jenna!" He screamed.
No response came. Carl began to walk. There was no depth or perception. He felt as if her was not moving. where was the ground? Where was the sky? Was this a form of purgatory? All of his questions went unanswered.
He kept walking. There was no time, no day light, nor night time, but his body was still human and it desired food. He kept walking through the vast nothingness. Eventually Carl's body collapsed and he began to weep. Food deprived and dehydrated, he crumpled into a ball.
Jenna was amongst the vapid endless white. Her tear stained face had no longer any emotion. she walked until her stomach could no longer remain empty and she collapsed, but for the first time since she entered this white hell, she felt something warm. She tried to open her eyes and they finally met his. Carl smiled a faint grin with her hand in his. Then the white room began to spin. Hues mixed to make a kaleidoscope of color. Carl looked to his side. Jenna in a white veil and all. She clenched his hand as they recited their vows. He kissed her lips and swept her off her feet. He carried her to their carriage and rode off to love for eternity as their bodies rotted in the everlasting world of nothingness.
Tacos, Teddy Bears, and Insanity.
The Dawn peeked over the flat horizon. As I do every morning, I watched the sun rise. Despicable! Every person lives in the sunlight. They bathe in it and work in it. It brings cheer and joy. What fools we humans are. It’s merely a ball of fire blasting lethal rays of light upon us causing us a slow and painful death we call life. They all look at tomorrow’s dawn as a new beginning, but in actuality, it’s just one less day until their scheduled demise. Walter sat upon my window sill and watched in disgust as well. He knew of the shallow pit these humans so blindly lived in. He knew just as well as I as to why no human deserves their regretful life. I grabbed Walter’s stuffed paw and looked him deep in the buttons. He scowled back at me with his bear-like grin.
“So Walter… what are our plans today?”
I held him up to my ear so I could listen to his soft words.
“Oh, is that right? Hmm… We shall rid the world of another one of its evils?”
I paused as to not interrupt Walter.
“If you truly insist my dear friend.” I agreed to his notion.
Perched on top of my neatly made satin sheets, he watched me leave out the door. I walked past my crudely painted mailbox. In crudely painted letters it read Calvin Smirk. I opened the metal door and pulled out a bill or two, possibly a letter, and I slammed the box. I flipped through them as any normal neighbor would and shredded them to pieces. I threw them up and watched the Federal Confetti float in the air. It was now time for my job at the local Taco Time. How I despise that place so, but as to being unfortunately human and require nourishment, I must feed. And I do love the tacos. How I love the tacos so. The simplest of delicacies made, yet so extraordinary. Everything runs so smoothly together. It melts with each other and becomes one, but all of that is changed with a hard shelled taco. The delicious texture is RUINED by the fowl concrete structure surrounding the taco’s inner organs. That vile shell holds no place on this earth and should cease in all production.
“Excuse me? Excuse me? Sir!” A woman pointed her twig-like finger in the air.
My thoughts had been interrupted by her shrill voice. I cock my head towards her in annoyance, “Hmm?”
“I would like a number 4, no lettuce, no onion, no tomato, no shredded cheese and a diet coke.”
I collected my thoughts and realized that I was at work and that I had a customer. The damn hard shelled taco will have to wait.
“Ma’am, why don’t you order a number 1? It’s much cheaper because all it is is a beef taco and I won’t have to remove the list you just said to me and you can probably save a few bucks. “
I learned to act human thanks to television. Everybody Loves Raymond? Heh, Everybody Loves Calvin. Physically I am human of course, but mentally, I’m far beyond that.
“Um no. I would like the number 4 with no lettuce, onion, tomato or shredded cheese. Your manager should have told you that the customer is always right!”
This woman was clearly dense. The world would be a better place without her. I let my mind wonder as to what a world without the idiotic race would be.
“Sir, I don’t mean to be cross with you, but I would like my order. “ She placed her hands on her hips now, an irritating female gesture, “or do I have to speak to your manager?”
I sighed and punched the order in. She smiled. “There, was that so hard?”
How dare she speak to me as if I were a child. I restrained myself from leaping over the counter and stuffing all the hot sauce packets with quirky facts down her throat and laugh as I watch her choke on a fiery death swelling down her throat.
“No ma’am.” I handed her a cup. “That’ll be $6.50.”
“Oh my, I seem to only have a five on me. Would you be a dear and cover the rest?”
My lips twisted into a gnarled smile as I stuck my skinny arm into the pockets of my jeans pulling out a dollar fifty. She smiled and patted me on my shoulders.
“Aren’t you just lovely?”
My right eye began to twitch. My gnarled smile was imprinted on my face and she suddenly looked uncomfortable. Robotic-like, I handed her the ticket and she impatiently waited for her food. The order had been delivered and she grabbed the tray and ran to her blue Pontiac, license plate 417 ALZ, and sped out of the parking lot. Her instincts had finally told her right. You should fear me.
The day progressed with similar dolt like customers. This world had more than enough of them. Around 3:00pm I was allowed to leave. I returned home to Walter and decided to wash up. The hot water scorned my back, soothing the tense muscles. I sighed as I leaned against the shower wall. The moronic world today, humans should not be the dominant species. Nor any other species came to mind, but humans were not any more deserving than an inch worm. I got out and towel dried my hair. The man looking back at me in the mirror was not the same as me. He looked so different. He looked like that young guy all the girls hang on at the bar with brown shaggy hair, dark mysterious eyes, tall, and handsome. I pull my eye lid down and stick my tongue out at the handsome reflection. I look normal and I can act normal amongst them, but inside I am far more superior. It isn’t hard for me to bring the females home or for them to gain my trust. Just flash them a dazzling smile and they’ll give me their house. How women are so dependent on someone else. It’s sickening. Have they no independence? They always need a crutch even though their two legs work just fine. That’s what makes them such easy targets. Men, well it’s a bit more complicated to gain their trust. I don’t usually mingle much socially with them. They seem to parade around always showing off, whether it is brawns, brains, or looks. How can they…
A small voice interrupts my train of thought. I look back at Walter still perched on my bed where I last left him.
“What was that you said?” I asked.
Walter’s voice traveled through the air and found my ears.
“Yes, Yes. All in good time my dear Walter. You see, the sun is still up and shining. We must at least be amidst twilight before we set out.” I explained to his hand stitched face. “You’ve always been so impatient.”
I break to let him speak.
“No. Don’t you argue with me. You were too young to remember that! Why must you bring it up?”
Walter cried in protest.
“It was an accident! You were the one to tell me to light the curtains on fire in the first place!”
I waited for Walter to finish.
“You know, you should have never brought my parents up. I did love them. I did, but you, you made me lose them.”
Walter’s words were upsetting me and set me off in the most unwanted mood. I grabbed my little black bag and started out the door. A hurt voice came from behind me. I leaned back in.
“No, you can’t come this time!” Walter’s button face and sewn smile seemed to drop, but if I give in now, he’ll never learn.
I walked away shaking the bad memories from my head between twitches. How can my best friend bring such depressing things up? He knows the trauma I’ve gone through, the therapists I have seen. Ignorant dolt! I walked along the desolate street until I came to an apartment complex with a blue Pontiac out front. I walked up to the 4th story until I found a door with no decoration except for a small Welcome mat. I knocked on the door and the woman from Taco Time answered the door.
“Um, hello?” She looked at me slightly frightened.
“Excuse me ma’am, but I served you earlier today at Taco Time and you seemed to have accidentally taken my tray.” I gave her a friendly smile.
“Oh, deary, yes. I left in such a rush, I didn’t even think about it. Just let me go get it.” She turned from me and left to the kitchen. I slipped in and locked the door. She came back with the tray and a big smile. I took it from her and mirrored back her dramatic grin. “One question,” She lifted up her skeleton finger again, “How did you know where I lived?”
My eye began to twitch and I tried to speak, but my tongue was tangled. Suddenly, as if I had an outer body experience, I bashed her over the head with the tray. I repeatedly hit her over and over again until blood spewed from her head. She fell to the ground still slightly conscience.
“The world is full of waste like you, so dense, so ignorant, and so pretty. Does logic not make sense to you? Do you not understand that you are actually the murderer here? You’re killing off the human race with your stupidity and shallow thinking!” I spat at her.
She made a muffled sound and I cocked my head towards her.
“What was that?” I knelt down and grabbed the back of her head by her hair. “Did you just say I’m insane? I know you did. You did! Tell me you did or I’ll slit your throat right now!”
She mumbled again, gurgling through blood. “You see, I thought I was insane for a while myself,” I dropped her head letting it clunk against the hardwood floor, “but I realized sometime ago that I am not. How you ask? You asked how didn’t you? I know you did!” I pulled a knife out from my black bag where Walter usually sits. I held it up to her throat and she began to cry. “I know I’m sane because I do justice. I’m saving the world from itself by killing people such as the likes of you. The less I kill, the more insane I am. So you see, I must kill to stay sane. Paradox as it might be, I am right.”
Her eyes began to roll in the back of her head. She was slipping during my monologue. I picked up the tray and hit her again.
“Damn it. Listen to me!”
Her body began to shake. Damn it. I wasn’t done. I can’t have her body convulsing like this waking the neighbors either. I took a hammer out of my bag and made a blow to her skull. She fell limp and lifeless.
“There. You’re dead! Are you happy?”
Her body had no response to my question. I sighed at her stupidity. Just one less human polluting this world. She reminded me of my first girlfriend, Clair. Clair was so beautiful. Her long blonde hair swayed in the wind like daisies in a field. Her voice was the flute in an orchestra of perfection. She never knew my name, but boy did I know hers. I never got too close to her because she would probably fear me. But from a distance, we were grand. Every morning at seven, she would jog around the block twice. Through the bushes, I could see her, pony tail high, sweater jacket, capris. She was beautiful. I could smell her cocoa-butter lotion a mile away. One night, as I watched her from window, she came through her bedroom door giggling with a man wrapped around her. My face twisted with hatred. They kissed and fell on the bed. That was my girlfriend though neither of them knew it. Walter’s voice seeped through my backpack to my ears. He told me what I had to do.
I slipped through the window and grabbed a pair of scissors off her desk. I ripped the husky boy off my girlfriend and stabbed him in the eye. He cried in terror and excruciating pain. And Clair, oh how Clair cried.
“No, no, no…shhh Clair. I did this for the sake of our love. We couldn’t have him spoiling everything now could we? Please Clair, stop screaming. I love you!”
Her cries made my ears ring and I had to cover them so my ear drums wouldn’t burst.
“Clair, you stop it this instant or…or… or I’ll kill you!” Her sobs and screams grew even louder. Her brawny friend was still moaning in agony on the ground. What a stupid fool. I kicked him and removed the scissors. Clair rose from her bed and dashed for the door. I grabbed her arm and some ribbon from her vanity. I quickly tied her hands behind her back and laid her on her bed. She was now only in a muffled cry, sniffling really. I looked back at the boy who was lying in a pool of his own blood.
“Aww, the poor fool died on me.” I kicked his body over to reveal his gruesome face. Clair began to scream again.
“Clair! Damn it! Shut the hell up!” I grabbed a pillow and put it over her face until the screams came to a halt. I removed the pillow and noticed she was no longer breathing.
“Damn it! I killed her!” I said to myself. Walter quietly giggled in my pack.
Blood seeped to my shoes. I shook the flashback out of my head. For the third time, today I had been interrupted from my thoughts. I hate that! The woman whom I had beaten with a tray is making a mess. Humans. Even after they die, they’re still a nuisance. I carried her out to the dumpster in pieces. She weighed a lot more than what she looked causing me to arrive home in a sweat.
Walter sat perched on my bed, bear paws crossed. His button eyes burned a hole through me.
“What do you mean, ‘why were you out so late?’” I quoted him with my fingers.
His whispers tickled my ears with concern.
“I had to wait! Okay?” I shouted to him. His nagging has become a bit of an annoyance lately. He knew the world was nothing more than an infested planet desperately in need of extermination. Why was he questioning me so? I just can’t grasp what he’s trying to say to me.
The next morning I left for work, taking my tray with me. I walked in and straight to the kitchen. I started to scrub the tray, erasing all the dried blood stains that designed our bland serving plates.
“None of this would have happened if you would have just taken the number 1.” I spoke to the woman’s ghost.
More of the world’s dysfunctional waste came to Taco Time, all worthy of death, but I was simply tired. I haven’t felt like killing lately. Last night was a bit off as it is. I was released from work and I sat down to have a delicious taco.
“Well hello Little Taco. You have such a soft tortilla and complimentary tomatoes. I think that if there were a god, he was probably Mexican. Only God could have made you, Little Taco. And Tacos do come from Mexico. AND DON’T YOU DARE CONSIDER ME RACIST, BECAUSE I’M NOT,” I pointed my finger at the Little Taco. “I hate everyone equally. The only sense in which I may be racist is that of my hatred for the human race. Yes Little Taco. You are the closest thing to a Jesus for me. Now hold still while I devour you.”
After finishing my taco, I walked home. The streets were damp with rain and a car rarely passed. Ah, tranquility. The sun was still high in the sky pouring its filth upon me. A cry came out from an alley I was passing. A woman clutched her purse close to her body and was in tears. A man was pulling on her purse and tearing at her clothes. In broad daylight? People become more idiotic every day. I picked up a piece of ply wood lying by one of the dumpsters and walk up to the man who had his back to me. Wielding the board like a bat, I smacked him over the head. He fell instantly; the woman looked at me with thankful eyes and ran. After she was out of sight, I hit the man again with the board.
“No one deserves to be defiled in that way!” I hit him again. “And in broad daylight man? How much more idiocy can you bare?” Another blow to the back. “You sicken me! Yes! Even me. The one who is beating you bloody with something I found in the trash!” I hit him on the head and was splattered in his blood. Great. I wipe off as much as I can from my face. I pick up his limp body and heave it into the trash eliminating all other evidence. I popped my coat collars to cover my face and fled from the scene.
As I walked into my apartment room, it seemed as the room temperature had risen. Walter was still pissed. I could feel his gaze on me and the gleam off his button eyes stung. He sat upon my bed with paws crossed.
“What?” I asked irritated.
“Yes, yes I did. Another one without you, I can function on my own, I don’t need you.” I realize the truth in my words. Every murder I had ever committed. Walter was there. “You were there every time!”
Three days after my parents had given me Walter, I burnt the house down, with my parents inside. Clair, Walter was in my backpack. Every murder up until the number 4 beef taco lady, he was always there.
Walter’s cold gaze broke my train of thought.
“No!” I cried. “You can’t get in my head anymore. You’re just a figment of my imagination put into a stuffed bear!”
More realization swept over me. That voice that came from Walter was just the sick side of me. I created Walter. I created… a monster. I… I am a Monster? No! What I do is just. There is a method behind my madness. But were their lives really worthy of death? No! I was right. Dear lord. Am I insane?
I grabbed for the door knob when Walter, or me, or whoever had said something.
“No where! I need to find something out.”
His voice was sad.
“No, we can’t talk about it first. You’re not even real! You’re an inanimate object that I gave a personality to and your voice is just one of my own sick twisted thoughts coming out of you!”
Walter was upset now.
“What do you mean ‘Don’t Call you names?’”
A bit shocked I replied, “Inanimate is not a racial slur. No wait. You’re not real. I’m not talking to you!” I fled from the apartment and ignored Walter’s cries.
I ran out into the fresh rain with my black bag and began to sprint. I had no particular destination, just had to move. I could find what I needed anywhere. I kept running until I ran out of breath. I am not insane. I am not insane. I put my hands on my knees and gasped for air, the vile wretched air. I looked up and saw a woman with a stroller rushing to get out of the rain. My heart hummed a new beat. I licked my lips and began another dash. I tackled her into some nearby shrubbery. Quickly covering her mouth to muffle her screams, her eyes bulged out of her head as she made an effort to her futile cries.
“Quiet! Just shut up. I pulled an emergency plastic tie from my pocket and put it around her struggling wrists. I slipped off my shoe, peeled off my sticky sock and shoved it down her throat.
“Now just stop it! Listen to me. I am going to ask you some Yes or No questions and you will either nod your head yes or shake your head no or I won’t kill you. Understand? “
She muffled nonsense. I shook her. “Understand?!”
She nodded in agreement.
“Okay. Have you ever told a lie?” Her eyes shifted from side to side. “Don’t lie,” I chimed.
She nodded yes.
“Good, good. We’ve all lied once or twice. Don’t worry. Now, have you ever hurt someone and found pleasure from it?”
She shook her head furiously.
“Alright. Have you ever had a homicidal thought about someone?”
After a time she shook her head no.
“You understand the world is destroying itself?”
She nodded instantly.
Perfect. This one was innocent. Just what I needed. I racked my brain for my questions. I perked up for a second. “Is that child born out of wedlock?” I pointed to the child. Her eyebrows raised then she shook her head no.
“Alright then,” I pulled out a sharp blade from my bag. “Now, don’t scream or I’ll cut your throat.” She nodded in agreement. I removed the sock from her mouth and held my blade to her throat. She swallowed.
“I thought you said you weren’t going to kill me?” she croaked.
“Well you see, I recently discovered that I may be possibly insane. When my stuffed bear spoke to me it was actually a piece of myself telling me to do dark and evil things to people. Some innocent, some not so much. You’re going to be my experiment.” I told her as if this would sound normal to her. “You seem pretty much innocent, if I can kill you with no problems, then I’m insane. But if I can’t kill you or I do kill you and feel terrible about it, I’m sane. Okay it’s not the best way to test my sanity, but it works for me,” I shrugged. “Oh, and your baby, even if I am insane, I’m not that insane. I’ll drop it off at the fire station.”
“So you’re going to try and kill me?” She asked.
“Yes, yes I am. Don’t move.” The girl was surprisingly cooperative. She lifted her chin giving me a perfect target. She parted her lips to speak and I halted out of respect.
“Everyone in life questions their sanity at one point or another. Some people try to discover what sanity is and they end up buying a fancy car claiming they’re all better, but you, you’re truly unique. As to wager a life on your own sanity, I just beg of you to not go back on your word as to taking my child to the fire station. I would also appreciate if you were to reach into my purse and find my husband’s business card then pin it to my daughter’s chest. They’ll return her home.”
I stared at the woman in disbelief. Either she was entirely innocent or completely insane, but I have no grasp as to what sanity is anymore. So I’m going to go with innocent.
I held the blade back up to her throat. The hallow of her neck twitched as I got closer. She held her breath. If she were to inhale, I would have ended her life for I was so close. I took in a breath as well. Why was this so hard? Why wasn’t she dead yet? I finally exhaled and removed the knife from her throat.
“I can’t do it. Why can’t I do this?” I said aloud.
She sighed. “Do you have your answer yet or do I have to keep still?”
“You can go. Run and tell the cops. Have them come get me. I’m a terrible person. All my murders were over petty nonsense.
She looked at me and held her wrists up to me. The plastic tie was still secure around her wrists.
“Oh right.” I reached into my pockets and then searched my black bag, but didn’t find any scissors. I give off a nervous laugh.
”Well, I forgot my scissors at home. Um... I could…” She cut me off.
“Don’t worry about it.” I rose from the ground and pulled her up.
“Sorry about this whole mess. I just… just.”
She cut me off again. “I’m not going to tell the police. You learned something about yourself today. Go home and if you think you should rot in jail for what you have done, then you will turn yourself in. If not, I’m sure you’ll know what to do.”
This woman… who was she? How does she have all this… this… insight? She walked away, her hands still conjoined. She retrieved her now crying child in its stroller and just strolled away like she had not been only one breath away from death. Is she sane? I picked up my black bag and headed home. My head was amidst the night sky in enlightenment. This woman showed me who I really am. How? I am sane. Just loosely. I kept up with this ecstasy experience until I opened the door.
Walter was on my bed. His non existing breath stopped me cold. He was quiet though.
“Walter?” I asked.
No reply.
“Walter! Answer me.”
There was nothing. Had I finally ridded my demon? I am no longer under his charm? I’m… free? A glint flickered in Walter’s eye.
“I knew you were there. Don’t you hide from me!” I screamed at Walter.
I grabbed a blade from my bag and charged at the stuffed bear. “You can’t control me anymore! I no longer have to take your lies!” I screamed and stabbed his stuffing, shredding him to pieces. His fluffy blood floated in the stale air. I inhaled deep breaths. He’s gone. I destroyed the object that held him. He’s gone.
Only one thing left to do now and that’s to turn myself in to the police. I began to leave for the police station, back out into the rain. The rain pelted my head in a watery reign of fire. The crescent moon hugged the sky with its starred blanket and absorbed the heat. Once I turn myself in I can be happy with myself, I can be free knowing I will never cause harm again. I’ll be served bread and water for the rest of my life. Bread and Water? But what about the tacos? I will never have a taco again. Nooo! I can’t let that happen. As if my revelation had just not happened, I turned around and headed back towards my apartment. I don’t care if I’m going to hurt anyone ever again. I can’t sacrifice the taco. Once I got to my apartment, I opened up a pound of beef, pulled out some tortillas, chopped up a tomato, some onions, and some lettuce, and made myself a delicious taco. I can’t say that I will never kill again, it’s a sickness within me, but I can tell you that I will live long enough to enjoy this here taco.
“So Walter… what are our plans today?”
I held him up to my ear so I could listen to his soft words.
“Oh, is that right? Hmm… We shall rid the world of another one of its evils?”
I paused as to not interrupt Walter.
“If you truly insist my dear friend.” I agreed to his notion.
Perched on top of my neatly made satin sheets, he watched me leave out the door. I walked past my crudely painted mailbox. In crudely painted letters it read Calvin Smirk. I opened the metal door and pulled out a bill or two, possibly a letter, and I slammed the box. I flipped through them as any normal neighbor would and shredded them to pieces. I threw them up and watched the Federal Confetti float in the air. It was now time for my job at the local Taco Time. How I despise that place so, but as to being unfortunately human and require nourishment, I must feed. And I do love the tacos. How I love the tacos so. The simplest of delicacies made, yet so extraordinary. Everything runs so smoothly together. It melts with each other and becomes one, but all of that is changed with a hard shelled taco. The delicious texture is RUINED by the fowl concrete structure surrounding the taco’s inner organs. That vile shell holds no place on this earth and should cease in all production.
“Excuse me? Excuse me? Sir!” A woman pointed her twig-like finger in the air.
My thoughts had been interrupted by her shrill voice. I cock my head towards her in annoyance, “Hmm?”
“I would like a number 4, no lettuce, no onion, no tomato, no shredded cheese and a diet coke.”
I collected my thoughts and realized that I was at work and that I had a customer. The damn hard shelled taco will have to wait.
“Ma’am, why don’t you order a number 1? It’s much cheaper because all it is is a beef taco and I won’t have to remove the list you just said to me and you can probably save a few bucks. “
I learned to act human thanks to television. Everybody Loves Raymond? Heh, Everybody Loves Calvin. Physically I am human of course, but mentally, I’m far beyond that.
“Um no. I would like the number 4 with no lettuce, onion, tomato or shredded cheese. Your manager should have told you that the customer is always right!”
This woman was clearly dense. The world would be a better place without her. I let my mind wonder as to what a world without the idiotic race would be.
“Sir, I don’t mean to be cross with you, but I would like my order. “ She placed her hands on her hips now, an irritating female gesture, “or do I have to speak to your manager?”
I sighed and punched the order in. She smiled. “There, was that so hard?”
How dare she speak to me as if I were a child. I restrained myself from leaping over the counter and stuffing all the hot sauce packets with quirky facts down her throat and laugh as I watch her choke on a fiery death swelling down her throat.
“No ma’am.” I handed her a cup. “That’ll be $6.50.”
“Oh my, I seem to only have a five on me. Would you be a dear and cover the rest?”
My lips twisted into a gnarled smile as I stuck my skinny arm into the pockets of my jeans pulling out a dollar fifty. She smiled and patted me on my shoulders.
“Aren’t you just lovely?”
My right eye began to twitch. My gnarled smile was imprinted on my face and she suddenly looked uncomfortable. Robotic-like, I handed her the ticket and she impatiently waited for her food. The order had been delivered and she grabbed the tray and ran to her blue Pontiac, license plate 417 ALZ, and sped out of the parking lot. Her instincts had finally told her right. You should fear me.
The day progressed with similar dolt like customers. This world had more than enough of them. Around 3:00pm I was allowed to leave. I returned home to Walter and decided to wash up. The hot water scorned my back, soothing the tense muscles. I sighed as I leaned against the shower wall. The moronic world today, humans should not be the dominant species. Nor any other species came to mind, but humans were not any more deserving than an inch worm. I got out and towel dried my hair. The man looking back at me in the mirror was not the same as me. He looked so different. He looked like that young guy all the girls hang on at the bar with brown shaggy hair, dark mysterious eyes, tall, and handsome. I pull my eye lid down and stick my tongue out at the handsome reflection. I look normal and I can act normal amongst them, but inside I am far more superior. It isn’t hard for me to bring the females home or for them to gain my trust. Just flash them a dazzling smile and they’ll give me their house. How women are so dependent on someone else. It’s sickening. Have they no independence? They always need a crutch even though their two legs work just fine. That’s what makes them such easy targets. Men, well it’s a bit more complicated to gain their trust. I don’t usually mingle much socially with them. They seem to parade around always showing off, whether it is brawns, brains, or looks. How can they…
A small voice interrupts my train of thought. I look back at Walter still perched on my bed where I last left him.
“What was that you said?” I asked.
Walter’s voice traveled through the air and found my ears.
“Yes, Yes. All in good time my dear Walter. You see, the sun is still up and shining. We must at least be amidst twilight before we set out.” I explained to his hand stitched face. “You’ve always been so impatient.”
I break to let him speak.
“No. Don’t you argue with me. You were too young to remember that! Why must you bring it up?”
Walter cried in protest.
“It was an accident! You were the one to tell me to light the curtains on fire in the first place!”
I waited for Walter to finish.
“You know, you should have never brought my parents up. I did love them. I did, but you, you made me lose them.”
Walter’s words were upsetting me and set me off in the most unwanted mood. I grabbed my little black bag and started out the door. A hurt voice came from behind me. I leaned back in.
“No, you can’t come this time!” Walter’s button face and sewn smile seemed to drop, but if I give in now, he’ll never learn.
I walked away shaking the bad memories from my head between twitches. How can my best friend bring such depressing things up? He knows the trauma I’ve gone through, the therapists I have seen. Ignorant dolt! I walked along the desolate street until I came to an apartment complex with a blue Pontiac out front. I walked up to the 4th story until I found a door with no decoration except for a small Welcome mat. I knocked on the door and the woman from Taco Time answered the door.
“Um, hello?” She looked at me slightly frightened.
“Excuse me ma’am, but I served you earlier today at Taco Time and you seemed to have accidentally taken my tray.” I gave her a friendly smile.
“Oh, deary, yes. I left in such a rush, I didn’t even think about it. Just let me go get it.” She turned from me and left to the kitchen. I slipped in and locked the door. She came back with the tray and a big smile. I took it from her and mirrored back her dramatic grin. “One question,” She lifted up her skeleton finger again, “How did you know where I lived?”
My eye began to twitch and I tried to speak, but my tongue was tangled. Suddenly, as if I had an outer body experience, I bashed her over the head with the tray. I repeatedly hit her over and over again until blood spewed from her head. She fell to the ground still slightly conscience.
“The world is full of waste like you, so dense, so ignorant, and so pretty. Does logic not make sense to you? Do you not understand that you are actually the murderer here? You’re killing off the human race with your stupidity and shallow thinking!” I spat at her.
She made a muffled sound and I cocked my head towards her.
“What was that?” I knelt down and grabbed the back of her head by her hair. “Did you just say I’m insane? I know you did. You did! Tell me you did or I’ll slit your throat right now!”
She mumbled again, gurgling through blood. “You see, I thought I was insane for a while myself,” I dropped her head letting it clunk against the hardwood floor, “but I realized sometime ago that I am not. How you ask? You asked how didn’t you? I know you did!” I pulled a knife out from my black bag where Walter usually sits. I held it up to her throat and she began to cry. “I know I’m sane because I do justice. I’m saving the world from itself by killing people such as the likes of you. The less I kill, the more insane I am. So you see, I must kill to stay sane. Paradox as it might be, I am right.”
Her eyes began to roll in the back of her head. She was slipping during my monologue. I picked up the tray and hit her again.
“Damn it. Listen to me!”
Her body began to shake. Damn it. I wasn’t done. I can’t have her body convulsing like this waking the neighbors either. I took a hammer out of my bag and made a blow to her skull. She fell limp and lifeless.
“There. You’re dead! Are you happy?”
Her body had no response to my question. I sighed at her stupidity. Just one less human polluting this world. She reminded me of my first girlfriend, Clair. Clair was so beautiful. Her long blonde hair swayed in the wind like daisies in a field. Her voice was the flute in an orchestra of perfection. She never knew my name, but boy did I know hers. I never got too close to her because she would probably fear me. But from a distance, we were grand. Every morning at seven, she would jog around the block twice. Through the bushes, I could see her, pony tail high, sweater jacket, capris. She was beautiful. I could smell her cocoa-butter lotion a mile away. One night, as I watched her from window, she came through her bedroom door giggling with a man wrapped around her. My face twisted with hatred. They kissed and fell on the bed. That was my girlfriend though neither of them knew it. Walter’s voice seeped through my backpack to my ears. He told me what I had to do.
I slipped through the window and grabbed a pair of scissors off her desk. I ripped the husky boy off my girlfriend and stabbed him in the eye. He cried in terror and excruciating pain. And Clair, oh how Clair cried.
“No, no, no…shhh Clair. I did this for the sake of our love. We couldn’t have him spoiling everything now could we? Please Clair, stop screaming. I love you!”
Her cries made my ears ring and I had to cover them so my ear drums wouldn’t burst.
“Clair, you stop it this instant or…or… or I’ll kill you!” Her sobs and screams grew even louder. Her brawny friend was still moaning in agony on the ground. What a stupid fool. I kicked him and removed the scissors. Clair rose from her bed and dashed for the door. I grabbed her arm and some ribbon from her vanity. I quickly tied her hands behind her back and laid her on her bed. She was now only in a muffled cry, sniffling really. I looked back at the boy who was lying in a pool of his own blood.
“Aww, the poor fool died on me.” I kicked his body over to reveal his gruesome face. Clair began to scream again.
“Clair! Damn it! Shut the hell up!” I grabbed a pillow and put it over her face until the screams came to a halt. I removed the pillow and noticed she was no longer breathing.
“Damn it! I killed her!” I said to myself. Walter quietly giggled in my pack.
Blood seeped to my shoes. I shook the flashback out of my head. For the third time, today I had been interrupted from my thoughts. I hate that! The woman whom I had beaten with a tray is making a mess. Humans. Even after they die, they’re still a nuisance. I carried her out to the dumpster in pieces. She weighed a lot more than what she looked causing me to arrive home in a sweat.
Walter sat perched on my bed, bear paws crossed. His button eyes burned a hole through me.
“What do you mean, ‘why were you out so late?’” I quoted him with my fingers.
His whispers tickled my ears with concern.
“I had to wait! Okay?” I shouted to him. His nagging has become a bit of an annoyance lately. He knew the world was nothing more than an infested planet desperately in need of extermination. Why was he questioning me so? I just can’t grasp what he’s trying to say to me.
The next morning I left for work, taking my tray with me. I walked in and straight to the kitchen. I started to scrub the tray, erasing all the dried blood stains that designed our bland serving plates.
“None of this would have happened if you would have just taken the number 1.” I spoke to the woman’s ghost.
More of the world’s dysfunctional waste came to Taco Time, all worthy of death, but I was simply tired. I haven’t felt like killing lately. Last night was a bit off as it is. I was released from work and I sat down to have a delicious taco.
“Well hello Little Taco. You have such a soft tortilla and complimentary tomatoes. I think that if there were a god, he was probably Mexican. Only God could have made you, Little Taco. And Tacos do come from Mexico. AND DON’T YOU DARE CONSIDER ME RACIST, BECAUSE I’M NOT,” I pointed my finger at the Little Taco. “I hate everyone equally. The only sense in which I may be racist is that of my hatred for the human race. Yes Little Taco. You are the closest thing to a Jesus for me. Now hold still while I devour you.”
After finishing my taco, I walked home. The streets were damp with rain and a car rarely passed. Ah, tranquility. The sun was still high in the sky pouring its filth upon me. A cry came out from an alley I was passing. A woman clutched her purse close to her body and was in tears. A man was pulling on her purse and tearing at her clothes. In broad daylight? People become more idiotic every day. I picked up a piece of ply wood lying by one of the dumpsters and walk up to the man who had his back to me. Wielding the board like a bat, I smacked him over the head. He fell instantly; the woman looked at me with thankful eyes and ran. After she was out of sight, I hit the man again with the board.
“No one deserves to be defiled in that way!” I hit him again. “And in broad daylight man? How much more idiocy can you bare?” Another blow to the back. “You sicken me! Yes! Even me. The one who is beating you bloody with something I found in the trash!” I hit him on the head and was splattered in his blood. Great. I wipe off as much as I can from my face. I pick up his limp body and heave it into the trash eliminating all other evidence. I popped my coat collars to cover my face and fled from the scene.
As I walked into my apartment room, it seemed as the room temperature had risen. Walter was still pissed. I could feel his gaze on me and the gleam off his button eyes stung. He sat upon my bed with paws crossed.
“What?” I asked irritated.
“Yes, yes I did. Another one without you, I can function on my own, I don’t need you.” I realize the truth in my words. Every murder I had ever committed. Walter was there. “You were there every time!”
Three days after my parents had given me Walter, I burnt the house down, with my parents inside. Clair, Walter was in my backpack. Every murder up until the number 4 beef taco lady, he was always there.
Walter’s cold gaze broke my train of thought.
“No!” I cried. “You can’t get in my head anymore. You’re just a figment of my imagination put into a stuffed bear!”
More realization swept over me. That voice that came from Walter was just the sick side of me. I created Walter. I created… a monster. I… I am a Monster? No! What I do is just. There is a method behind my madness. But were their lives really worthy of death? No! I was right. Dear lord. Am I insane?
I grabbed for the door knob when Walter, or me, or whoever had said something.
“No where! I need to find something out.”
His voice was sad.
“No, we can’t talk about it first. You’re not even real! You’re an inanimate object that I gave a personality to and your voice is just one of my own sick twisted thoughts coming out of you!”
Walter was upset now.
“What do you mean ‘Don’t Call you names?’”
A bit shocked I replied, “Inanimate is not a racial slur. No wait. You’re not real. I’m not talking to you!” I fled from the apartment and ignored Walter’s cries.
I ran out into the fresh rain with my black bag and began to sprint. I had no particular destination, just had to move. I could find what I needed anywhere. I kept running until I ran out of breath. I am not insane. I am not insane. I put my hands on my knees and gasped for air, the vile wretched air. I looked up and saw a woman with a stroller rushing to get out of the rain. My heart hummed a new beat. I licked my lips and began another dash. I tackled her into some nearby shrubbery. Quickly covering her mouth to muffle her screams, her eyes bulged out of her head as she made an effort to her futile cries.
“Quiet! Just shut up. I pulled an emergency plastic tie from my pocket and put it around her struggling wrists. I slipped off my shoe, peeled off my sticky sock and shoved it down her throat.
“Now just stop it! Listen to me. I am going to ask you some Yes or No questions and you will either nod your head yes or shake your head no or I won’t kill you. Understand? “
She muffled nonsense. I shook her. “Understand?!”
She nodded in agreement.
“Okay. Have you ever told a lie?” Her eyes shifted from side to side. “Don’t lie,” I chimed.
She nodded yes.
“Good, good. We’ve all lied once or twice. Don’t worry. Now, have you ever hurt someone and found pleasure from it?”
She shook her head furiously.
“Alright. Have you ever had a homicidal thought about someone?”
After a time she shook her head no.
“You understand the world is destroying itself?”
She nodded instantly.
Perfect. This one was innocent. Just what I needed. I racked my brain for my questions. I perked up for a second. “Is that child born out of wedlock?” I pointed to the child. Her eyebrows raised then she shook her head no.
“Alright then,” I pulled out a sharp blade from my bag. “Now, don’t scream or I’ll cut your throat.” She nodded in agreement. I removed the sock from her mouth and held my blade to her throat. She swallowed.
“I thought you said you weren’t going to kill me?” she croaked.
“Well you see, I recently discovered that I may be possibly insane. When my stuffed bear spoke to me it was actually a piece of myself telling me to do dark and evil things to people. Some innocent, some not so much. You’re going to be my experiment.” I told her as if this would sound normal to her. “You seem pretty much innocent, if I can kill you with no problems, then I’m insane. But if I can’t kill you or I do kill you and feel terrible about it, I’m sane. Okay it’s not the best way to test my sanity, but it works for me,” I shrugged. “Oh, and your baby, even if I am insane, I’m not that insane. I’ll drop it off at the fire station.”
“So you’re going to try and kill me?” She asked.
“Yes, yes I am. Don’t move.” The girl was surprisingly cooperative. She lifted her chin giving me a perfect target. She parted her lips to speak and I halted out of respect.
“Everyone in life questions their sanity at one point or another. Some people try to discover what sanity is and they end up buying a fancy car claiming they’re all better, but you, you’re truly unique. As to wager a life on your own sanity, I just beg of you to not go back on your word as to taking my child to the fire station. I would also appreciate if you were to reach into my purse and find my husband’s business card then pin it to my daughter’s chest. They’ll return her home.”
I stared at the woman in disbelief. Either she was entirely innocent or completely insane, but I have no grasp as to what sanity is anymore. So I’m going to go with innocent.
I held the blade back up to her throat. The hallow of her neck twitched as I got closer. She held her breath. If she were to inhale, I would have ended her life for I was so close. I took in a breath as well. Why was this so hard? Why wasn’t she dead yet? I finally exhaled and removed the knife from her throat.
“I can’t do it. Why can’t I do this?” I said aloud.
She sighed. “Do you have your answer yet or do I have to keep still?”
“You can go. Run and tell the cops. Have them come get me. I’m a terrible person. All my murders were over petty nonsense.
She looked at me and held her wrists up to me. The plastic tie was still secure around her wrists.
“Oh right.” I reached into my pockets and then searched my black bag, but didn’t find any scissors. I give off a nervous laugh.
”Well, I forgot my scissors at home. Um... I could…” She cut me off.
“Don’t worry about it.” I rose from the ground and pulled her up.
“Sorry about this whole mess. I just… just.”
She cut me off again. “I’m not going to tell the police. You learned something about yourself today. Go home and if you think you should rot in jail for what you have done, then you will turn yourself in. If not, I’m sure you’ll know what to do.”
This woman… who was she? How does she have all this… this… insight? She walked away, her hands still conjoined. She retrieved her now crying child in its stroller and just strolled away like she had not been only one breath away from death. Is she sane? I picked up my black bag and headed home. My head was amidst the night sky in enlightenment. This woman showed me who I really am. How? I am sane. Just loosely. I kept up with this ecstasy experience until I opened the door.
Walter was on my bed. His non existing breath stopped me cold. He was quiet though.
“Walter?” I asked.
No reply.
“Walter! Answer me.”
There was nothing. Had I finally ridded my demon? I am no longer under his charm? I’m… free? A glint flickered in Walter’s eye.
“I knew you were there. Don’t you hide from me!” I screamed at Walter.
I grabbed a blade from my bag and charged at the stuffed bear. “You can’t control me anymore! I no longer have to take your lies!” I screamed and stabbed his stuffing, shredding him to pieces. His fluffy blood floated in the stale air. I inhaled deep breaths. He’s gone. I destroyed the object that held him. He’s gone.
Only one thing left to do now and that’s to turn myself in to the police. I began to leave for the police station, back out into the rain. The rain pelted my head in a watery reign of fire. The crescent moon hugged the sky with its starred blanket and absorbed the heat. Once I turn myself in I can be happy with myself, I can be free knowing I will never cause harm again. I’ll be served bread and water for the rest of my life. Bread and Water? But what about the tacos? I will never have a taco again. Nooo! I can’t let that happen. As if my revelation had just not happened, I turned around and headed back towards my apartment. I don’t care if I’m going to hurt anyone ever again. I can’t sacrifice the taco. Once I got to my apartment, I opened up a pound of beef, pulled out some tortillas, chopped up a tomato, some onions, and some lettuce, and made myself a delicious taco. I can’t say that I will never kill again, it’s a sickness within me, but I can tell you that I will live long enough to enjoy this here taco.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Empty Internet
I'm completely wiped. I don't want to move, I don't want to eat, I don't want to do anything but sit here, but apparently no one is on the internet. You know... I start this thing every day and I'm like what am I going to talk about... then I come up with some ideas that I want to include, but I start talking about something else for about 4 pages and totally forget to include my other ideas I was planning on.
So first of all, I had a track meet today. It was nice the first part of the meet was nice weather and I ran my 100m in the sun. I beat my the old school record, which I held, with a 12.3 seconds and took first. But as the day progressed, it got darker and the wind picked up. When the wind was going we ran the 4x1 relay, which we also took first in with a time of 54 seconds flat. Then it began to pour and that's when I ran the 200m which I took first in with a time of 26.5. So the conditions were horrible, but the results were great. Now don't get me wrong, I actually hate the heat and the sun, but when I'm wearing shorts so short my underwear hang out, and a top that's thinner than most of my bras, it made it a bit miserable. (That's our uniform we must wear).
I rented Logan's Run tonight. I know I know... I haven't gotten around to watching it yet... okay?! And Bolt.... haha Yeah I'm lame... no one ever wants to watch Bolt with me cause it's a "little kid" movie. I watched cartoons daily. My TV never leaves the channel Cartoon Network.... it's always on there. Every once in a while I wonder away, but before I turn the TV off, I always put it back on Cartoon Network. Cartoons are some of the best shows out there, I don't care what anyone says. Of course there's other good shows out there. I mean I'm in LOVE with the Big Bang Theory, but I can turn on almost ANY cartoon and enjoy it.
So my cat, TokiWartoothNotABumbleBee, has been missing for the past 3 days. He's been outside before and he's always come back, but not for the past 3 days and I'm a bit worried now. He has just fully developed after his kitty puberty, so hopefully he's just out making baby kitties and not dead. I was going to get him fixed this month because he's finally old enough, but no he has to run away. I hope he comes home soon. =[
I think tomorrow I will start my first stop motion movie about a watermelon who falls in love since our track meet was cancelled. But I also have a lot of homework I have to do. God I hate life sometimes. For now I'm going to go try and sleep or something even though it's only 9.
So first of all, I had a track meet today. It was nice the first part of the meet was nice weather and I ran my 100m in the sun. I beat my the old school record, which I held, with a 12.3 seconds and took first. But as the day progressed, it got darker and the wind picked up. When the wind was going we ran the 4x1 relay, which we also took first in with a time of 54 seconds flat. Then it began to pour and that's when I ran the 200m which I took first in with a time of 26.5. So the conditions were horrible, but the results were great. Now don't get me wrong, I actually hate the heat and the sun, but when I'm wearing shorts so short my underwear hang out, and a top that's thinner than most of my bras, it made it a bit miserable. (That's our uniform we must wear).
I rented Logan's Run tonight. I know I know... I haven't gotten around to watching it yet... okay?! And Bolt.... haha Yeah I'm lame... no one ever wants to watch Bolt with me cause it's a "little kid" movie. I watched cartoons daily. My TV never leaves the channel Cartoon Network.... it's always on there. Every once in a while I wonder away, but before I turn the TV off, I always put it back on Cartoon Network. Cartoons are some of the best shows out there, I don't care what anyone says. Of course there's other good shows out there. I mean I'm in LOVE with the Big Bang Theory, but I can turn on almost ANY cartoon and enjoy it.
So my cat, TokiWartoothNotABumbleBee, has been missing for the past 3 days. He's been outside before and he's always come back, but not for the past 3 days and I'm a bit worried now. He has just fully developed after his kitty puberty, so hopefully he's just out making baby kitties and not dead. I was going to get him fixed this month because he's finally old enough, but no he has to run away. I hope he comes home soon. =[
I think tomorrow I will start my first stop motion movie about a watermelon who falls in love since our track meet was cancelled. But I also have a lot of homework I have to do. God I hate life sometimes. For now I'm going to go try and sleep or something even though it's only 9.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
My Life is that of a Monster. A Murderous Man.
My life is upon my dark and dreary home. The light has not reached my face since my cursed birth. The house's shades are all pulled tight, they only open when the sky sheds its light and turns into the night. I read and read and read until the graceful sleep takes me into the suffocating darkness of the corners deeop in my mind. The darkness consumes me, body and soul. It welcomes me, caresses me, and takes me whole. Skeletons fill the closets and candle light stains the walls. Cobwebs cover every entry way and every hall. the tears I shed are not for me, but for who I was, who I was meant to be. Twas an accident, I didn't mean to. My life is now that of a monster. I don't deserve the light, the love, the cheer. Just the damp dark cobweb filled home. I do not allow visitors to come over. They must leave immediately. They do not know my past, my horrors, my obsession. Their life is valueable to them and indeed I have a problem, and addiction, an obsession. It's far better they go away and treasure their lives for I will soon take them. My life is that of a monster. A murderous man, not yet suspected by the police. Sometimes I slip and escape my home to satisfy my need, my problem, my addiction, my obsession. Every life that I had taken, I do not regret, but I know I must stop someday. I attend everyone of their funerals and look upon the deathly art I have made. I giggle in glee to myself. Oh god I need help. My life is that of a monster. A murderous man.
The Life and Times of a Young Zombie
The moon showered its glow upon the cemetery within the midnight hour. Something stirred deep beneath the tombstones and mounds of dirt. The air's polluted ways sunk deep into the ground and caused the blank minds of the dead to slowly pound. With a lifeless moan the buried creature began to awaken from its falsely promised endless slumber. My falsely promised endless slumber.
I dug up from beneath the surface until my arm felt the still air. It felt warm and soothing against my cold skin. I sifted my way onto the top. My torso and head now wriggling out of the soil. The warm air filled my cold lungs as I inhaled with deep filling breaths as the rest of my body emerged from the grave.
My ghoulish companions were on their way, bodies sprouting out of the ground like daisies on an early spring morning. Flesh eating daisies that is. The refreshing moans filled the cemetery. We had risen and we don't know why. I stand among my fellow ghouls and wail at the pain coming from within my corpse. The ravishing hunger had me in knots and I doubled over to where I could smell myself rot. The other dead could feel it too, and we all began to drool thick black saliva from our snarling lips.
My first step forward from after emerging from the ground was stiff and painful, but oh so successful. The knowledge that it was possible to walk made my cold body shudder in delight. A few more steps and a couple stumbles, I could walk with no complications. They had it down too. The cemetery seemed to be filled with toddlers taking their first steps.
We began to walk towards town, smelling food near by. A couple ghouls and I neared a parked car with a young girl and boy inside who were cradling each others bodies. His lips attacked to hers and his hand sliding down her leg. The scent of the boy was so unresistable. I opened the door and yanked him out by his leg. He put up a struggle and clawed at my face. His hand reached my mouth and I bit down in a gory delight. I continued on with my meal when I heard screams call from the inside of the cab. the young dame is pressed, back against the wall. Her sweet face gaped upon my appearance with bluging eye. I look up from my pain sufficing meal and begin to crawl towards her, but the door that she was clung upon opens and she fell with a harsher scream. My friends fiested upon her head as I continued back for my meal.
The sweet blood filled my throat and swelled into my stomach. It cried out, "More, More!" There weren't enough people or animals on Earth to satisfy my painful desire. All I could do was feed and feed until I completely rotted away. The man had been devoured. Only his bones lay in a crumpled pile.
We progress on towards teh city. The lights shin bright in my dry sockets. The smell of food floods my nostrils and my mouth gapes open and makes a pathetic moan.
A woman is on the streets with a little boy's hand in hers. She looks at us, screams and swoops her child into her arms. A boney finger points at us and she runs away. I chase after her, but one of the disadvantages of being dead is taht your muscles no longer function how they are supposed to. Probably due to the rigamortis. Suddenly blue and red lights flash. Men in uniforms all wield a weapon, but I don't care. The grueling hunger forces me to step towards them for they are food, and I am hungry.
A flash flared from one man's weapon and I hear it whiz past my face. A fellow ghoul's head sprang out blood and he fell face down. He just lied there and I took notice he was no longer moving. So we are destructable. Another bullet flareds and hits me in the arm. No pain is registered. Ghouls begin to fall rapidly. Almost like a thunder storm of bodies. You would thinkg, "Turn around and run." but our zombie minds only think on thing. "Feed."
What is left of us continue on. We step toward our impeding doom. Bullets fly by at an alarming rate. I don't care. I can taste the man now. A gun flashes and a bullet swirls. I see its bronze shape glint in the light. I have no escape. No agility. No time. Even as my last seconds apporach, all I can think is, "Feed!"
I dug up from beneath the surface until my arm felt the still air. It felt warm and soothing against my cold skin. I sifted my way onto the top. My torso and head now wriggling out of the soil. The warm air filled my cold lungs as I inhaled with deep filling breaths as the rest of my body emerged from the grave.
My ghoulish companions were on their way, bodies sprouting out of the ground like daisies on an early spring morning. Flesh eating daisies that is. The refreshing moans filled the cemetery. We had risen and we don't know why. I stand among my fellow ghouls and wail at the pain coming from within my corpse. The ravishing hunger had me in knots and I doubled over to where I could smell myself rot. The other dead could feel it too, and we all began to drool thick black saliva from our snarling lips.
My first step forward from after emerging from the ground was stiff and painful, but oh so successful. The knowledge that it was possible to walk made my cold body shudder in delight. A few more steps and a couple stumbles, I could walk with no complications. They had it down too. The cemetery seemed to be filled with toddlers taking their first steps.
We began to walk towards town, smelling food near by. A couple ghouls and I neared a parked car with a young girl and boy inside who were cradling each others bodies. His lips attacked to hers and his hand sliding down her leg. The scent of the boy was so unresistable. I opened the door and yanked him out by his leg. He put up a struggle and clawed at my face. His hand reached my mouth and I bit down in a gory delight. I continued on with my meal when I heard screams call from the inside of the cab. the young dame is pressed, back against the wall. Her sweet face gaped upon my appearance with bluging eye. I look up from my pain sufficing meal and begin to crawl towards her, but the door that she was clung upon opens and she fell with a harsher scream. My friends fiested upon her head as I continued back for my meal.
The sweet blood filled my throat and swelled into my stomach. It cried out, "More, More!" There weren't enough people or animals on Earth to satisfy my painful desire. All I could do was feed and feed until I completely rotted away. The man had been devoured. Only his bones lay in a crumpled pile.
We progress on towards teh city. The lights shin bright in my dry sockets. The smell of food floods my nostrils and my mouth gapes open and makes a pathetic moan.
A woman is on the streets with a little boy's hand in hers. She looks at us, screams and swoops her child into her arms. A boney finger points at us and she runs away. I chase after her, but one of the disadvantages of being dead is taht your muscles no longer function how they are supposed to. Probably due to the rigamortis. Suddenly blue and red lights flash. Men in uniforms all wield a weapon, but I don't care. The grueling hunger forces me to step towards them for they are food, and I am hungry.
A flash flared from one man's weapon and I hear it whiz past my face. A fellow ghoul's head sprang out blood and he fell face down. He just lied there and I took notice he was no longer moving. So we are destructable. Another bullet flareds and hits me in the arm. No pain is registered. Ghouls begin to fall rapidly. Almost like a thunder storm of bodies. You would thinkg, "Turn around and run." but our zombie minds only think on thing. "Feed."
What is left of us continue on. We step toward our impeding doom. Bullets fly by at an alarming rate. I don't care. I can taste the man now. A gun flashes and a bullet swirls. I see its bronze shape glint in the light. I have no escape. No agility. No time. Even as my last seconds apporach, all I can think is, "Feed!"
Losing it?
I slowly weep
as I go into a cynical depression
My dreams grow darker
and begin to slip
my day goes slower
causing me madness
I hold my head
when the room begins to spin
The voices become louder
and more agitated
I want to cry
I want to scream
but for the fear they'll come take me away
I keep it in
The tears run warm
My heart beats cold
Shall I make it quick
and end it now
We live to die.
We're born to only face our death
So Why wait for the unexpected
and do it now so you can control it.
as I go into a cynical depression
My dreams grow darker
and begin to slip
my day goes slower
causing me madness
I hold my head
when the room begins to spin
The voices become louder
and more agitated
I want to cry
I want to scream
but for the fear they'll come take me away
I keep it in
The tears run warm
My heart beats cold
Shall I make it quick
and end it now
We live to die.
We're born to only face our death
So Why wait for the unexpected
and do it now so you can control it.
What Life is Worth
He cries a hollow weep
As she lies there in an eternal sleep.
My fault. My fault. His mind accused.
It should have been me his thoughts amused.
He lay his head on her lifeless heart
as he began to fall apart.
It was all a blur. Something he had dreamed.
But that was just how it seemed.
The car had hit them. Just a flash.
They had flipped from the crash.
He pulled her out. Her hear was slowing.
But his love, as always, was still glowing.
Her eyes flickered as she whispered his name.
Then the light had slowly came.
The god of death took her life.
His heart was stabbed with a knife.
He was dead inside. Nothing was there.
This now worthless life was too much to bare.
The note he wrote was unledgable.
Blood and tear stained, but unforgettable.
The evidence was strewn across the wall.
Just before his fatal fall.
For eternity will his heart be satisfied
to live with her forever is why he died.
Although his heart stopped beating
and his mortal body continued bleeding
She held his hand and smiled wide.
Bound together their souls were tied.
she pulled him in and then hey kissed.
One truth known, their love will be never missed.
As she lies there in an eternal sleep.
My fault. My fault. His mind accused.
It should have been me his thoughts amused.
He lay his head on her lifeless heart
as he began to fall apart.
It was all a blur. Something he had dreamed.
But that was just how it seemed.
The car had hit them. Just a flash.
They had flipped from the crash.
He pulled her out. Her hear was slowing.
But his love, as always, was still glowing.
Her eyes flickered as she whispered his name.
Then the light had slowly came.
The god of death took her life.
His heart was stabbed with a knife.
He was dead inside. Nothing was there.
This now worthless life was too much to bare.
The note he wrote was unledgable.
Blood and tear stained, but unforgettable.
The evidence was strewn across the wall.
Just before his fatal fall.
For eternity will his heart be satisfied
to live with her forever is why he died.
Although his heart stopped beating
and his mortal body continued bleeding
She held his hand and smiled wide.
Bound together their souls were tied.
she pulled him in and then hey kissed.
One truth known, their love will be never missed.
There's an Economic Crisis and I'm being asked to give my money away.
Ah, the weather was so nice today. Chilling winds picked up and made a dull day wonderful. Class today was... around normal until about 5th period when I was "invited" to a speech today in the commons. Some guy, who was born and raised in Sparks, graduated from Utah, wanted to explain to us about his charity organization Green Eyes of Africa. It's to help raise money for the poor African children that they house and stay with all year. Now i'm not saying this guy is a bad guy or that his job is stupid, I respect what he's doing, but I find it quite annoying when they ask us for money and I find it ESPECIALLY annoying when the kids in my class are like OMG THIS GUY IS AMAZING! WE SHOULD HELP OUT WITH THE AFRICAN KIDS! OH POOR KIDS! OMG DID YOU SEE THAT DOCUMENTARY WHERE THE LITTLE GIRL WAS RAPED OMG HOW TERRIBLE DID YOU SEE WHERE THEY LIVE?!? That's exactly what they do, they get all the kids hyped up about helping them and we just blow all our money on them. Now I doubt this guy was a fraud, but we're in times of an economic crisis, I believe you yourself have to be properly cared for before you can take care of somebody else. If someone personally wants to go help them, that's great, but don't ask us for money, because WE. DON'T. HAVE. IT.
I was elected to be next year's Senior Class Vice President, and I am expected to help with this charity. If I don't believe in it... do I have to help? Should I help? And don't any of you call me uncharitable... because I have donated over 100 dollars to Stand Up to Cancer and good amount of money to various charities. I am one to feel that we should help America before we help others. I realize that the country's government is corrupt. But it doesn't take much to practice safe sex, even in third world countries. America can practice this as well, but we're not having as much child problems as Africa is. So if anyone even reads my blogs, I would like to be understood that I'm not a cruel and heartless person (most times) but they understand where I stand on this.
So... that aside... I have a track meet tomorrow. Running the 100 m Dash. 200 m Dash and the 4x100m Relay. Wish me luck you non readers. For now I must pack because we leave after 2nd period tomorrow.
I was elected to be next year's Senior Class Vice President, and I am expected to help with this charity. If I don't believe in it... do I have to help? Should I help? And don't any of you call me uncharitable... because I have donated over 100 dollars to Stand Up to Cancer and good amount of money to various charities. I am one to feel that we should help America before we help others. I realize that the country's government is corrupt. But it doesn't take much to practice safe sex, even in third world countries. America can practice this as well, but we're not having as much child problems as Africa is. So if anyone even reads my blogs, I would like to be understood that I'm not a cruel and heartless person (most times) but they understand where I stand on this.
So... that aside... I have a track meet tomorrow. Running the 100 m Dash. 200 m Dash and the 4x100m Relay. Wish me luck you non readers. For now I must pack because we leave after 2nd period tomorrow.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
I Hate Stupid Myspace Forwards
Once upon a time there were all these kids who went to a school in the middle of no where in Nevada. One girl was checking hey myspace one day and it said BMHS Hos List.
And she was all, "Like OMG! They finally put this up about our school. Oh Snap! I wonder who's on it.
OMG What if I'm on it? I'm not a ho!"
So she opens it and it has some lame story about some girl and this guy and a clown that kills them all.
Then at the end of it, it said, "If you don't repost this in 10 minutes as (Your School's) Hos List that clown will stand by your bed tonight and kill you"
"Oh no!" She screams.
"I better pass this on!"
So as she was just about to repost it, she sees another bulletin that says "The Hos list... REALLY? Come on Guys.
"
She looks at it intrigued and decides to open that as well. Within the bulletin it says, " You guys are ridiculous stop posting the dumb clown story, it will not come tonight at your bedside and kill you .
I swear to god, if you repost it, I will come to your bedside tonight and kill you.
"
The girl laughed at her friends lame joke, but still fears the deadly clown that may come if she doesn't repost the Ho's List. So she does so and goes to sleep peacefully that night.
At exactly 12:42am she slowly motions out of sleep. She feels cold and reaches for her blanket, but she can't grab it. She opens her eyes and looks for her blanket, but then she notices something move in the shadows. She looks over towards it and finds that same girl who posted the bulletin about NOT posting the Ho's list. She laughs, "You know that's pretty funny for you to go through with this just to scare me. That's good.
"
The girl replies back, "I thought so too." Then she pulls out a knife and stabs her in the chest repeatedly. Over and over again. Blood is strewn all over the room and The girls cries became more faint and muffled as she drowned in her own blood.
The next day the mother finds her daughter missing and calls the police. They never found the body. Only a note on her bed that says, " Don't pass along stupid Forwards on Myspace.
"
Now... if you pass along a stupid forward on myspace such as the Hos list or something else where you're gunna die if you don't do so... just remember, you're going to do if you do do so. So either way You're screwed.
And she was all, "
OMG What if I'm on it? I'm not a ho!"
So she opens
Then at the end of it, it said,
"Oh no!" She screa
"I bette
So as she was just about
"
She looks
I swear
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The girl laugh
At exact
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The girl repli
The next day the mothe
"
Now.
Life = Death
Warning: You are about to enter the sick and demented world of Mackenzie's Mind. Be prepared for anything. Don't think she's crazy because she will probably bite you.
The wonderment and joy of giving birth.
Creating life that shall be lived.
But oh the life has no worth.
Not yours nor mine.
This life we live is for nothing.
Every waking day is just one day closer to our death.
Why should we worry about what happens in life
when eventually we shall rot in the molding grave that holds our corpses.
The tears that had been shed throughout your life
have no meaning behind them now that you're dead.
You await so anxiously for something grand
Yet you try to so hard to avoid your death.
Each day that gets closer to your desired wish
is just one day closer to your dire predicament.
Fill your heart and be content
for you will one day meet your end.
Whether you believe in destiny or not
everyone's end is still the same.
Some more bloody
some more brutal
some more quiet
some more subtle
But face the chilling truth
You will one meet your own demise.
The wonderment and joy of giving birth.
Creating life that shall be lived.
But oh the life has no worth.
Not yours nor mine.
This life we live is for nothing.
Every waking day is just one day closer to our death.
Why should we worry about what happens in life
when eventually we shall rot in the molding grave that holds our corpses.
The tears that had been shed throughout your life
have no meaning behind them now that you're dead.
You await so anxiously for something grand
Yet you try to so hard to avoid your death.
Each day that gets closer to your desired wish
is just one day closer to your dire predicament.
Fill your heart and be content
for you will one day meet your end.
Whether you believe in destiny or not
everyone's end is still the same.
Some more bloody
some more brutal
some more quiet
some more subtle
But face the chilling truth
You will one meet your own demise.
The Hunger
The mirror gleamed back a promising young man.
To my surprise that man was me.
I smile wide and wink at my twin image.
It was the night of my date with Alison,
How I loved her so.
Her skin was soft and creamy,
Her green eyes gleamed full of life and joy,
Her lips were plump,
Her cheeks, rosy.
She was truly a beauty.
I started my car and headed towards her house.
Seven was the time we set for the date to start.
I held my breath as I ringed on her doorbell.
Her father answered with a stern glower upon his face.
He held out his hand and we shared a stiff hand shake.
I promised to take good care of her and have her home by ten.
As I nodded in agreement with her father,
She took her first step down the stairs.
I gasped as her beauty literally took my breath away.
She shined so bright with her wide smile.
Her lovely red dress hugged her body.
Her diamond earrings dangled from her curly mass of dark hair.
I finally exhaled as she leapt into my arms.
I embraced her close and smelled her hair.
Of lilacs she smelt.
As if a dream came to life.
Together for the prom we went.
We danced and floated across the floor.
I swept her off her feet.
I could tell from the look she had upon me.
After the dance
I parked upon the hill.
Caressed her neck and kissed her lips.
I loved her so much
I wanted her all.
She held me close and whispered "I Love You."
I whispered back, "I love you too my dear"
As I sank my teeth into her neck.
She cried in pain and screamed, "What are you doing?"
I ignored her and kept munching.
She pushed and fought with all her mite.
I give her props for her descent fight.
I pulled away more skin as the blood flowed thick.
I devoured her neck and her body went limp.
Her eyes no longer full of neither joy nor life.
"What has happened my dear?"
I held her tight and began to cry.
Her flesh was so tender and delicious.
I don't understand why she's not responsive.
"Alison! Wake up!" I screamed.
But her eyes lay dull and her body was still.
I shout out of furry at myself.
I wanted her all, but not like this.
I wanted her forever, for me to keep.
But now she's gone because of my hunger.
I couldn't control myself like I have been before.
My screams couldn't cover all of my fears.
With her body I didn't know what to do.
I just carried her body to the town and turned myself in.
They came quick and put me in a tight coat.
And here I am in walls made of foam.
Meals of raw meat brought to me
From under the door
To keep me satisfied.
And for here I wait.
Forevermore.
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