This last week has been the worst week of my life.
I woke up last Saturday in my room in my house in my hometown after going to sleep in my dorm room for the first night of Junior year. I look at my alarm clock and see that I've lost a couple of months somehow. Considering I haven't had any significant blackouts in my life, it's a bit of an understatement to say that I was a bit surprised and worried. Going to bed in one place and waking up over a hundred miles away is one thing, but losing a month and a half while doing so? I knew I needed help.
However, I soon learned that it wasn't October 2011 like I had thought. It was 2012. I have missed an entire year.
Worried and surprised doesn't cover it anymore. I was freaked out. An entire year had passed me by, and I had apparently been active during it even if I didn't remember it. I needed to talk to someone, so I went to a shrink. I've never liked the idea of being examined like that, but it was something that I clearly had to do.
Turns out there's nothing wrong with me. I'm not crazy or schizophrenic or something. There's no reason why I can't remember the last year at all.
Then there's this site. Every time I start up a computer -- any computer -- this blog pops up. I've changed my homepage a dozen times, but it always comes back. What is this blog? Half of it seems to be nonsense, the other half are things I've been told I did during the year I missed, going back to April 4th.
Turns out I can edit an post in it, which only points to the fact that this must be my blog. I've read through it several times now, so I've spent a pretty good amount of time getting to know myself. I must be "2270". Makes sense, that is -- or rather, was -- my dorm room number. I don't know. I don't know what to think, what to do.
I finally got the courage to post here tonight after this site tormented me for over a week, but I don't know what to say. Can anyone tell me what to do now? Is this real, or am I just part of some complicated prank?
I don't know anymore.
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Friday, October 5, 2012
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Monday, October 1, 2012
5/4/3
The moon falls. Everybody dies.
The statue shows up. Everybody goes mad.
The cult ascends. Everybody questions reality.
The game isn't a game. There's nothing to protect you.
The statue shows up. Everybody goes mad.
The cult ascends. Everybody questions reality.
The game isn't a game. There's nothing to protect you.
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Friday, September 28, 2012
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Reboot in 8...
I was afraid once.
I was liked once.
I was asleep once.
I was seen once.
I was hungry once.
I was forgotten once.
I was pinned once.
I was broken once.
I was open once.
I was skilled once.
I was helped once.
I was given once.
I was without once.
I was questioned once.
I was stalked once.
I was killed once.
I was going once.
I was fed once.
I was answered once.
I was together once.
I was tethered once.
I was lulled once.
I was exiled once.
I was muted once.
I was withdrawn once.
I was in once.
I was poured once.
I was cut once.
I was sliced once.
I was CARVed once.
I was pulled once.
I was revived once.
I was drugged once.
I was upheld once.
I was fucked once.
I was drunk once.
I was there once.
I was back once.
I was not once.
I was me once.
I was ceased once.
I was beaten once.
I was loved once.
I was caught once.
I was quieted once.
I was forced once.
I was within once.
I was verified once.
I was ill once.
I was right once.
I was blown once.
I was pissed once.
I was up once.
I was justified once.
I was realized once.
I was packed once.
I was yellow once.
I was real once.
I was 2270 once.
I was one once.
I was never once.
I was pushed once.
I was secreted once.
I was divided once.
I was with once.
I was knowledgeable once.
I was enabled once.
I was gay once.
I was bigoted once.
I was foreign once.
I was all once.
I was certain once.
I was left once.
I was shifted once.
I was rebooted once.
I was shaken once.
I was doomed once.
I was alive once.
I was gotten once.
I was faced once.
I was tall once.
I was suited once.
I was lazy once.
I was schooled once.
I was independent once.
I was fat once.
I was gross once.
I was obnoxious once.
I was French once.
I was soaked once.
I was more once.
Now I am.
I was liked once.
I was asleep once.
I was seen once.
I was hungry once.
I was forgotten once.
I was pinned once.
I was broken once.
I was open once.
I was skilled once.
I was helped once.
I was given once.
I was without once.
I was questioned once.
I was stalked once.
I was killed once.
I was going once.
I was fed once.
I was answered once.
I was together once.
I was tethered once.
I was lulled once.
I was exiled once.
I was muted once.
I was withdrawn once.
I was in once.
I was poured once.
I was cut once.
I was sliced once.
I was CARVed once.
I was pulled once.
I was revived once.
I was drugged once.
I was upheld once.
I was fucked once.
I was drunk once.
I was there once.
I was back once.
I was not once.
I was me once.
I was ceased once.
I was beaten once.
I was loved once.
I was caught once.
I was quieted once.
I was forced once.
I was within once.
I was verified once.
I was ill once.
I was right once.
I was blown once.
I was pissed once.
I was up once.
I was justified once.
I was realized once.
I was packed once.
I was yellow once.
I was real once.
I was 2270 once.
I was one once.
I was never once.
I was pushed once.
I was secreted once.
I was divided once.
I was with once.
I was knowledgeable once.
I was enabled once.
I was gay once.
I was bigoted once.
I was foreign once.
I was all once.
I was certain once.
I was left once.
I was shifted once.
I was rebooted once.
I was shaken once.
I was doomed once.
I was alive once.
I was gotten once.
I was faced once.
I was tall once.
I was suited once.
I was lazy once.
I was schooled once.
I was independent once.
I was fat once.
I was gross once.
I was obnoxious once.
I was French once.
I was soaked once.
I was more once.
Now I am.
Thursday, September 20, 2012
CARV
My memories have been fuzzy lately. I suppose I can attribute that to the tall guy who has taken an interest in me. Don't know why he's after me, but he is. That's the short version.
I suppose, though, that I owe a longer story to all zero of you who read this blog. Basically, when my blog started freaking out with all of the cryptic bullcrap that I passed off as someone hacking my blog, I started seeing things out of the corner of my eye. I told myself it was nothing, just the shadows under the trees outside my work trying to scare me. There were no monsters. Nothing out there could harm me in any supernatural way.
Boy was I wrong.
It's been a couple of months -- at least, I think it has been a couple of months -- since I first started really seeing him. It wasn't any of that "corner-of-the-eye" crap, it was right in the middle of my line-of-sight. He was there, always there. I would be talking to my boss when out the window I would see Him just standing there. I would be eating dinner when I would happen to look out the window and He's in the neighbors' house looking back. And every time, I would feel sick. I've lost track of time, I've been getting more and more paranoid, and I haven't been able to sleep. He'll pop up at random. I'll go a couple of weeks without seeing Him and then He'll just show up. It's worse than if He was always there because I keep getting lulled into this false sense of security, then He rips me out of it. I think I might start running. I need to get away however I can, and I can't think of any way I can get away other than just running away.
Tomorrow, though, I'm going to read up on the Tutorial. I need to do this right. I might even contact M, or someone else who might be able to help me. Until next time, my nonexistant readership.
2270
I suppose, though, that I owe a longer story to all zero of you who read this blog. Basically, when my blog started freaking out with all of the cryptic bullcrap that I passed off as someone hacking my blog, I started seeing things out of the corner of my eye. I told myself it was nothing, just the shadows under the trees outside my work trying to scare me. There were no monsters. Nothing out there could harm me in any supernatural way.
Boy was I wrong.
It's been a couple of months -- at least, I think it has been a couple of months -- since I first started really seeing him. It wasn't any of that "corner-of-the-eye" crap, it was right in the middle of my line-of-sight. He was there, always there. I would be talking to my boss when out the window I would see Him just standing there. I would be eating dinner when I would happen to look out the window and He's in the neighbors' house looking back. And every time, I would feel sick. I've lost track of time, I've been getting more and more paranoid, and I haven't been able to sleep. He'll pop up at random. I'll go a couple of weeks without seeing Him and then He'll just show up. It's worse than if He was always there because I keep getting lulled into this false sense of security, then He rips me out of it. I think I might start running. I need to get away however I can, and I can't think of any way I can get away other than just running away.
Tomorrow, though, I'm going to read up on the Tutorial. I need to do this right. I might even contact M, or someone else who might be able to help me. Until next time, my nonexistant readership.
2270
Sunday, August 26, 2012
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Three blind mice. Three Did you blind mice.
run. See how they run their tails.
They all ran mice? after the farmer's wife,
cut off with a,
See how Who they ever see such a sight in your life,
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Friday, August 10, 2012
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Friday, August 3, 2012
It goes nowhere.
Listen: I am running. Don't know if I'll last. Should've posted it. Should've shifted.
See, I've been wrong. He is out there. And for some reason, He wants me.
Taste the blood in your mouth, 2270. You are done.
Feel your heartbeat. Feel it thunder out the tempo of your body.
Smell the stale piss dripping down your leg. You're done. He has you. What is left?
Left
Left
Left
Left
Left
Left
Left
Left
Left
Left
Left
Left
Goodbye 2270. You are gone now.
See, I've been wrong. He is out there. And for some reason, He wants me.
Taste the blood in your mouth, 2270. You are done.
Feel your heartbeat. Feel it thunder out the tempo of your body.
Smell the stale piss dripping down your leg. You're done. He has you. What is left?
Left
Left
Left
Left
Left
Left
Left
Left
Left
Left
Left
Left
Goodbye 2270. You are gone now.
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
I'm back. And front. And a couple of sides.
Someone needs to learn subtlety. I mean, how much more obvious can you be when writing those posts, guy? The only way you could get your point across in a more obvious way is to say "Hey, I'm highjacking your blog to make it a Slender blog."
Of course, I did threaten the guy in my last post, but I've lightened up a bit. If nothing else, this gives me something to make fun of. I don't really care about this blog anyway. If someone is going so far out of their way to make this a Slender blog, no point in hindering their first try at something like this.
Let's see where this goes, shall we?
Of course, I did threaten the guy in my last post, but I've lightened up a bit. If nothing else, this gives me something to make fun of. I don't really care about this blog anyway. If someone is going so far out of their way to make this a Slender blog, no point in hindering their first try at something like this.
Let's see where this goes, shall we?
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Collapse
He is pulling the strings of the fabric of reality.
The sweater is unravelling.
Soon there will be nothing left.
You will be naked, completely open to Him.
Is it a joke? Is that what you think? You have to wake up, friend.
Smell the burning flesh.
Or will you stay asleep, shifting uneasily with fear? Do you fear Him? Do you know Him? If you did, you would fear Him.
I knew Him. I was held in his embrace once. I loved him. I was wrong.
Hear the crackling flames.
Why do you ignore me? Why do you think I am not here to help?
I tell you to shift.
See the bright colors.
What is Left?
Feel the heat. The unbearable heat.
You reject my help. You will be lost.
Drrl jr;[/
Taste the blood in your mouth.
You are dead. It's time to wake up.
The sweater is unravelling.
Soon there will be nothing left.
You will be naked, completely open to Him.
Is it a joke? Is that what you think? You have to wake up, friend.
Smell the burning flesh.
Or will you stay asleep, shifting uneasily with fear? Do you fear Him? Do you know Him? If you did, you would fear Him.
I knew Him. I was held in his embrace once. I loved him. I was wrong.
Hear the crackling flames.
Why do you ignore me? Why do you think I am not here to help?
I tell you to shift.
See the bright colors.
What is Left?
Feel the heat. The unbearable heat.
You reject my help. You will be lost.
Drrl jr;[/
Taste the blood in your mouth.
You are dead. It's time to wake up.
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Antigonish
Yesterday upon the stair
I met a man who wasn't there
He wasn't there again today
Oh, how I wish he'd go away
Oy od s ytovl. oy od s yts[/
When I came home last night at three
I met a man who wasn't there
He wasn't there again today
Oh, how I wish he'd go away
Oy od s ytovl. oy od s yts[/
When I came home last night at three
The man was waiting there for me
But when I looked around the hall
I couldn’t see him there at all!
Go away, go away, don’t you come back any more!
Go away, go away, and please don’t slam the door
O s, gptrbrt vsihjy om jod r,ntsvr
Last night I saw upon the stair
Last night I saw upon the stair
A little man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
Oh, how I wish he’d go away
Help me. Please help me.
My trip west
Okay, it's looking like I won't have to delete the blog. Good for me, I love my ranting ground that no one reads.
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I suppose I could go into more detail, but it's just too late now. I'm tired and have to work tomorrow. Good night.
I ran into my ex-girlfriend's father today. It made me think of what I was missing. It made me go back a year to when I was curled up in bed, crying over her leaving me. Why did she leave me? Was it the distance? Was it the fits of insanity? Or did she just get bored?
Why don't you tell them, 2270? Why don't you post it?
Post it.
POST IT
Shift.
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I suppose I could go into more detail, but it's just too late now. I'm tired and have to work tomorrow. Good night.
I ran into my ex-girlfriend's father today. It made me think of what I was missing. It made me go back a year to when I was curled up in bed, crying over her leaving me. Why did she leave me? Was it the distance? Was it the fits of insanity? Or did she just get bored?
Why don't you tell them, 2270? Why don't you post it?
Post it.
POST IT
Shift.
Sunday, July 8, 2012
I go on vacation and stuff happens.
Someone must be determined to make this a slender blog.
It's not me.
I just got back from vacation yesterday and decided to check on my blog to see if anything's going on, and I find that "I" have posted on the 24th. What did I post? "Shift".
I didn't post that.
This pisses me off. Whoever's hacked my account has done so twice now. The first time, I calmly changed my password and brushed it off as a joke. This time, I'm calling you out.
Don't fuck with me. If I find out who you are or how you're getting my passwords, I will fuck you up one side and down the other until you are completely fucked up. I don't need to be creeped out by weird posts on my own blog. I read other slender blogs to get that feeling. Get out and don't come back. If you don't stop trolling, I'll stop giving you the grounds to troll by shutting down this blog.
I'll post about the vacation some other time. I just felt the need to come on here to send out a threat against the douchebag who seems desperate to shift my blog over into a scary story when it's nothing but a place for me to vent my opinions to no one in particular.
It's not me.
I just got back from vacation yesterday and decided to check on my blog to see if anything's going on, and I find that "I" have posted on the 24th. What did I post? "Shift".
I didn't post that.
This pisses me off. Whoever's hacked my account has done so twice now. The first time, I calmly changed my password and brushed it off as a joke. This time, I'm calling you out.
Don't fuck with me. If I find out who you are or how you're getting my passwords, I will fuck you up one side and down the other until you are completely fucked up. I don't need to be creeped out by weird posts on my own blog. I read other slender blogs to get that feeling. Get out and don't come back. If you don't stop trolling, I'll stop giving you the grounds to troll by shutting down this blog.
I'll post about the vacation some other time. I just felt the need to come on here to send out a threat against the douchebag who seems desperate to shift my blog over into a scary story when it's nothing but a place for me to vent my opinions to no one in particular.
Sunday, June 24, 2012
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Friday, June 15, 2012
That's okay, I don't have a regular readership anyway...
... so why should I regularly update my blog?
The past couple of weeks have actually been busy. I got a job at a local botanical garden, I went to Boston to visit my brother, and I worked the first forty-hour week in my life.
The job's boring. I sit around and wait for people to come in so I can welcome them and pester them for donations. Other than that, I sit around and do nothing or clean the bathrooms. At least I'm getting paid though.
Boston was actually pretty boring too. The zoo is small, the arboretum was boring and too big to walk all the way around (but we did anyway), I've seen the aquarium before, we didn't do anything interesting in the science museum, the Red Socks lost, the Sam Adams brewery would've been interesting if I were more into drinking, and Cheers was kind of disappointing. Still, it was nice spending time with my family.
O jsbr s;dp nrrm ;uomh yp upi/ D;rmfrt <sm od ,u [i[[ry ,sdyrt. smf O s, jod [;suyjomh/
The past couple of weeks have actually been busy. I got a job at a local botanical garden, I went to Boston to visit my brother, and I worked the first forty-hour week in my life.
The job's boring. I sit around and wait for people to come in so I can welcome them and pester them for donations. Other than that, I sit around and do nothing or clean the bathrooms. At least I'm getting paid though.
Boston was actually pretty boring too. The zoo is small, the arboretum was boring and too big to walk all the way around (but we did anyway), I've seen the aquarium before, we didn't do anything interesting in the science museum, the Red Socks lost, the Sam Adams brewery would've been interesting if I were more into drinking, and Cheers was kind of disappointing. Still, it was nice spending time with my family.
O jsbr s;dp nrrm ;uomh yp upi/ D;rmfrt <sm od ,u [i[[ry ,sdyrt. smf O s, jod [;suyjomh/
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Insomnia: The Dark Descent
I can't decide which is worse when I'm in a "jumpy" mood: trying to get to sleep when I hear a sound that jolts me awake, or trying to get to sleep when I become aware of just how silent it is and am overcome by a creepy feeling. I blame Amnesia, which the group I was with finished playing today. I don't know how people would be able to play that game alone. I'd be locked in my room for days, afraid that something would be waiting to kill me outside. I don't know why I have this trouble with keeping reality separate from spookier fiction. I just can't watch something scary and then sleep at night. My mind always comes back to whatever it was I watched that was so scary, be it the time I stayed up until four watching EverymanHybrid because I was already freaked out and didn't think I could sleep if I tried, or the time I watched The Exorcist with my dad, brother, and stepmom and had to sleep in my dad's room with a bible under my pillow (I would have had something smaller, but my brother got to the rosary first).
Anyway, now I'm sitting in my room, unable to sleep because I know I'll overthing something or think I see something out of the corner of my eye reflected in the mirror and barely lit by the light of my alarm clock.
I don't see why TIMMOMH MPE
Anyway, now I'm sitting in my room, unable to sleep because I know I'll overthing something or think I see something out of the corner of my eye reflected in the mirror and barely lit by the light of my alarm clock.
I don't see why TIMMOMH MPE
Friday, May 25, 2012
Could've sworn I had updated this recently...
...but it looks like my last post was the not-quite-drunk post of "Moo moo moo moo".
I was thinking about having another "Review" post, but I don't really feel like making that a regular thing. The next one would've just been me gushing about video games I enjoy, but that would have been dreadfully boring to you guys. Plus it's been done about a hundred times. For the sake of brevity, my five favorite games are (in no particular order) Majora's Mask, Age of Mythology, Borderlands, Jedi Knight, and Banjo Tooie.
Anyway, I suppose I could update you nonexistant people on the search for my job. Jr od s;esud jrtr/ Jr eo;; mpy ;rsbr ,r s;pmr/ Jr gp;;perf ,r jp,r. jr dysmfd om ,u tpp, sy mohjy. smf jr yslrd ,r sesu/ Jr;[/ {;rsdr jr;[ ,r/ So my brother thinks I have good chances, but I'm a little less positive since they didn't hire me when I first applied anyway.
Today I ranted for about two hours about how George Lucas has ruined the Star Wars franchise. I personally think he ruined it with the '97 special edition, long before the prequals. At that point, the movies became much more focused on producing as many action figures as possible. Anyway, I don't want to get too far into that since it's also something that's been said millions of times before, plus I already talked all the way through RotJ to one of my friends, probably ruining the movie watching experience.
Two days ago, I watched a friend play a game called Amnesia: the Dark Descent. Great game. I'd been meaning to get into it lately by myself and was actually a little apprehensive about being part of a group watching the game being played since it might defuse the horror of the game quite a bit. I'm actually quite glad I was with a group: playing something like that alone would've scared the shit out of me. I don't handle horror very well, and Amnesia is just about the scariest form of horror I've seen. Supernatural crap mixed in with a creepy atmosphere and a general helplessness are blended together so perfectly in the game that I felt as if something similar were happening to me. I felt like I was actually hiding in my closet, too scared to look out in case the monster outside saw me. It's connections like that that so many games are missing today. Nowadays you've got your usual shooter where you play a character who is more or less a god when it comes to speed and athletic ability, who shrugs off bullets after resting a few moments, and who has the firearm training of the best soldier out there. In Amnesia, you play a regular guy. You feel a connection even if you pick up from the middle because this guy reacts the way you would react. In the dark, everything seems to be coming out at you. You do seem to go insane. :olr ,r ejrm jr od jrtr/ :olr mpe/
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I was thinking about having another "Review" post, but I don't really feel like making that a regular thing. The next one would've just been me gushing about video games I enjoy, but that would have been dreadfully boring to you guys. Plus it's been done about a hundred times. For the sake of brevity, my five favorite games are (in no particular order) Majora's Mask, Age of Mythology, Borderlands, Jedi Knight, and Banjo Tooie.
Anyway, I suppose I could update you nonexistant people on the search for my job. Jr od s;esud jrtr/ Jr eo;; mpy ;rsbr ,r s;pmr/ Jr gp;;perf ,r jp,r. jr dysmfd om ,u tpp, sy mohjy. smf jr yslrd ,r sesu/ Jr;[/ {;rsdr jr;[ ,r/ So my brother thinks I have good chances, but I'm a little less positive since they didn't hire me when I first applied anyway.
Today I ranted for about two hours about how George Lucas has ruined the Star Wars franchise. I personally think he ruined it with the '97 special edition, long before the prequals. At that point, the movies became much more focused on producing as many action figures as possible. Anyway, I don't want to get too far into that since it's also something that's been said millions of times before, plus I already talked all the way through RotJ to one of my friends, probably ruining the movie watching experience.
Two days ago, I watched a friend play a game called Amnesia: the Dark Descent. Great game. I'd been meaning to get into it lately by myself and was actually a little apprehensive about being part of a group watching the game being played since it might defuse the horror of the game quite a bit. I'm actually quite glad I was with a group: playing something like that alone would've scared the shit out of me. I don't handle horror very well, and Amnesia is just about the scariest form of horror I've seen. Supernatural crap mixed in with a creepy atmosphere and a general helplessness are blended together so perfectly in the game that I felt as if something similar were happening to me. I felt like I was actually hiding in my closet, too scared to look out in case the monster outside saw me. It's connections like that that so many games are missing today. Nowadays you've got your usual shooter where you play a character who is more or less a god when it comes to speed and athletic ability, who shrugs off bullets after resting a few moments, and who has the firearm training of the best soldier out there. In Amnesia, you play a regular guy. You feel a connection even if you pick up from the middle because this guy reacts the way you would react. In the dark, everything seems to be coming out at you. You do seem to go insane. :olr ,r ejrm jr od jrtr/ :olr mpe/
<idy nr timmomh/ 338- piy/
Friday, May 18, 2012
Moo moo moo moo
I had a dream last night that I had a comment on this blog. It was a good dream. Too bad only 27 people have ever seen this blog, and none will likely comment on it.
Anyway, I slept over at my brother's house on Wednesday. I did this to volunteer at his workplace on Thursday, but that's not the point of me bringing it up. I bring this up because on Wednesday night, I slept on my brother's couch under the big window in his living room. This freaked me out a bit because my view of the street looked eerily similar to a lot of Slender Man photos, and in my tired stupor I thought I saw none other than the thin one himself. It's just my imagination getting away from me, though. I'm sure that if I had people who followed this blog, they'd start saying it was a Slender Blog. It isn't.
The job search goes nowhere. I applied at several places and none have contacted me. Looks like this summer will be eventful (sarcasm).
Anyway, I went out tonight and had a couple more drinks then normal (meaning I had three drinks), and now I'm feeling a little tipsy for the first time in my life. I don't really get the appeal. The taste of alcohol is not worth this feeling. Maybe if I find a drink I like better I'll start drinking more regularly.
Has anyone ever heard of a board game called Epic Duels? It's awesome. They should remake it.
Oh, and Battleship looks dumb. Someone should tell me if it isn't.
A more focused post to come when I'm more focused and less tired.
Anyway, I slept over at my brother's house on Wednesday. I did this to volunteer at his workplace on Thursday, but that's not the point of me bringing it up. I bring this up because on Wednesday night, I slept on my brother's couch under the big window in his living room. This freaked me out a bit because my view of the street looked eerily similar to a lot of Slender Man photos, and in my tired stupor I thought I saw none other than the thin one himself. It's just my imagination getting away from me, though. I'm sure that if I had people who followed this blog, they'd start saying it was a Slender Blog. It isn't.
The job search goes nowhere. I applied at several places and none have contacted me. Looks like this summer will be eventful (sarcasm).
Anyway, I went out tonight and had a couple more drinks then normal (meaning I had three drinks), and now I'm feeling a little tipsy for the first time in my life. I don't really get the appeal. The taste of alcohol is not worth this feeling. Maybe if I find a drink I like better I'll start drinking more regularly.
Has anyone ever heard of a board game called Epic Duels? It's awesome. They should remake it.
Oh, and Battleship looks dumb. Someone should tell me if it isn't.
A more focused post to come when I'm more focused and less tired.
Monday, May 14, 2012
That's okay, I didn't mean to be honest anyway.
Turns out I'm not so good at updating this as I seem to want to be. As a result, I constantly say that I'm going to update more frequently, then don't. At this point, it's safe to assume I'm lying to you.
Then again, it doesn't seem like it's been that long since I've updated this. Most of the last week or so has been a bit of a blur. On Tuesday, I celebrated my 21st by discovering my drink limits. Other than that, I've applied for four jobs and have heard back from zero, so this summer was looking about as lazy as last summer.
Until, that is, today. I got two letters in the mail from my college. Collectively, they told me that I was fucked. My GPA dropped too low, and they are kicking me out.
Fuck.
Weird how that happened after a couple of semesters I was sure about, but going back I realize that I failed four classes and didn't get one grade above a C in the last year. I don't know how that slipped my mind, but it seems to have done just that. I had completely forgotten my grades from last fall, and I thought I was doing well this spring. Alas, it's looking grim now. The plan at the moment is to go to the local university and beg them to take me so that I'm going somewhere closer to home. Maybe that'll get me out of the slump Mom is convinced I'm in. She thinks my grades are low because I don't enjoy where I am, which may be the problem. I'm not sure. I just know that I can't seem to focus on anything down there, so I've come to terms with the fact that I may have to go to my hometown's college.
Even though that's what I wanted to avoid more than anything.
I have never believed in quitting, and that seems to be what I'm doing. I hate myself for giving up on my current college, but at the same time I wasn't giving it my all.
I need to talk about something happier...
Oh, how about this: all of my friends seem to have gotten jobs outside of my hometown this summer so I'll be sitting on my ass doing nothing with no one knowing that next fall I won't be going back to school.
FUCK!
Excuse my language, I'm just a little on-edge about this. I'm going to the college tomorrow to see if they'll take me up here. Wish me luck, my nonexistant readers!
JOD GOMHRTD STR OM RBRTUYJOMH
Then again, it doesn't seem like it's been that long since I've updated this. Most of the last week or so has been a bit of a blur. On Tuesday, I celebrated my 21st by discovering my drink limits. Other than that, I've applied for four jobs and have heard back from zero, so this summer was looking about as lazy as last summer.
Until, that is, today. I got two letters in the mail from my college. Collectively, they told me that I was fucked. My GPA dropped too low, and they are kicking me out.
Fuck.
Weird how that happened after a couple of semesters I was sure about, but going back I realize that I failed four classes and didn't get one grade above a C in the last year. I don't know how that slipped my mind, but it seems to have done just that. I had completely forgotten my grades from last fall, and I thought I was doing well this spring. Alas, it's looking grim now. The plan at the moment is to go to the local university and beg them to take me so that I'm going somewhere closer to home. Maybe that'll get me out of the slump Mom is convinced I'm in. She thinks my grades are low because I don't enjoy where I am, which may be the problem. I'm not sure. I just know that I can't seem to focus on anything down there, so I've come to terms with the fact that I may have to go to my hometown's college.
Even though that's what I wanted to avoid more than anything.
I have never believed in quitting, and that seems to be what I'm doing. I hate myself for giving up on my current college, but at the same time I wasn't giving it my all.
I need to talk about something happier...
Oh, how about this: all of my friends seem to have gotten jobs outside of my hometown this summer so I'll be sitting on my ass doing nothing with no one knowing that next fall I won't be going back to school.
FUCK!
Excuse my language, I'm just a little on-edge about this. I'm going to the college tomorrow to see if they'll take me up here. Wish me luck, my nonexistant readers!
JOD GOMHRTD STR OM RBRTUYJOMH
Saturday, May 5, 2012
Homecomings and Jobhuntings
Well, it has been a while. I suppose I would apologize to my readers, but it seems that I only ever get three page views per day, and the're all from Russia. It's like they're spying on me. I'm totally not paranoid, by the way.
So quite a bit has happened in the last week-ish since I've posted here. I finished all of my finals, packed up, bid farewell to my roommate, and set off on the car ride home for the summer. It's always nice having some time off, but my mother seems very insistant that I get a job this summer. I guess she has a point, what with me only having one job in my entire life. And that job hardly counts as a job -- it only lasted for one month. I worked at an awful call center where I administered phone surveys dealing with customer satisfaction with certain companies (and I actually can't talk about it due to confidentiality statement stuff they made me sign). Worst job ever (although shoveling crap might top it). I got fed up with people chewing me out for calling at inconvenient times, working long hours with no breaks, and the horrible management of the call center. In the end, I feared that I would end up losing my sanity or my soul for working there, so I gave up quickly. Of course, I was also the first of a stream of my high school friends that basically became the work force of the call center over that summer, so I was suddenly on the outside... until all of them started quitting too. Only one of my friends stayed there for longer than that summer. He worked there until the center shut down (without telling him, so he still went to work the next morning) Christmas after last.
Anyway, that was quite the tangent. I was talking about getting a job this summer. I'm all for it, but the actual application process is what I don't look forward to. I hate talking to people, even if it's just to ask them for an application. Plus getting a job interferes with my plans to be lazy and relax all summer. Then again, I did rack up two hundred hours playing Pokemon last summer. That's something that any twenty-year-old would be pretty ashamed to say, but since I remain unknown to the world, I'm fine with saying it.
Anyway, I'll try to keep updating regularly.
So quite a bit has happened in the last week-ish since I've posted here. I finished all of my finals, packed up, bid farewell to my roommate, and set off on the car ride home for the summer. It's always nice having some time off, but my mother seems very insistant that I get a job this summer. I guess she has a point, what with me only having one job in my entire life. And that job hardly counts as a job -- it only lasted for one month. I worked at an awful call center where I administered phone surveys dealing with customer satisfaction with certain companies (and I actually can't talk about it due to confidentiality statement stuff they made me sign). Worst job ever (although shoveling crap might top it). I got fed up with people chewing me out for calling at inconvenient times, working long hours with no breaks, and the horrible management of the call center. In the end, I feared that I would end up losing my sanity or my soul for working there, so I gave up quickly. Of course, I was also the first of a stream of my high school friends that basically became the work force of the call center over that summer, so I was suddenly on the outside... until all of them started quitting too. Only one of my friends stayed there for longer than that summer. He worked there until the center shut down (without telling him, so he still went to work the next morning) Christmas after last.
Anyway, that was quite the tangent. I was talking about getting a job this summer. I'm all for it, but the actual application process is what I don't look forward to. I hate talking to people, even if it's just to ask them for an application. Plus getting a job interferes with my plans to be lazy and relax all summer. Then again, I did rack up two hundred hours playing Pokemon last summer. That's something that any twenty-year-old would be pretty ashamed to say, but since I remain unknown to the world, I'm fine with saying it.
Anyway, I'll try to keep updating regularly.
Saturday, April 28, 2012
The Slender Man Review
Saturday is wonderful, especially at the end of the school year. Can't wait for Tuesday, I'm finally going to head home and be done with this semester of classes (only a couple more years and then I get to be a homless person who wasted five years in college!)
Anyway, I had the day off from most stuff, studying included. Usually when I get a day off like this, I'll play some video games or something fun like that, but yesterday my mom came down to take all of the bigger things in my room home so she wouldn't have the car packed to the brim on Tuesday. So instead of playing some Skyrim or Borderlands, I was stuck trying to find some way to waste time on my computer.
Then I got the brilliant idea to do an archive binge of a couple Slender Man stories. Now I don't think I'll be sleeping tonight. Hopefully my roommate doesn't decide to pull a prank by going out onto the balcony while I'm sleeping. I hate it when he does that, and now I'm feeling especially jumpy so I don't really know how my half-asleep mind would react.
Anyway, I got the brilliant idea to come on here and list off some of my favorite Slender Man series to you guys (all zero of you that read this blog...) so you too can share my current jitteriness.
Let's start with the beginning, shall we? Slender Man is a memetic horror figure originating from the Something Awful forums in a discussion having to do with making normal pictures scary and/or supernatural. After a couple of decent pages of discussion, up popped Victor Surge with two photos of the Slender Man. People latched onto the idea quickly, and the thread soon became dominated with more photos of the tall faceless figure in the black suit, sometimes playing up his tentacles and sometimes keeping him more humanlike. No matter what you feared, be it supernatural or more paranoia or more down-to-earth, Slender Man could represent it.
Then came Marble Hornets, the first real Slender Man video series on YouTube. Some people call this an Alternate Reality Game, but it's really more of a student film series since hardly any fan interaction actually influences anything plotwise. Marble Hornets uses all of the aspects of fear listed above to give the atmosphere of true terror. It introduced many aspects of Slender Man stories that are still present today, like the concept of a secondary antagonist possibly working alongside Slender Man (although Marble Hornets casts doubt as to whether Masky, Totheark, Slendy, Alex, the other Masked guy, or anyone else is actually working with anyone else).
Around the same time, the first notable Slender Man blog popped up. Just Another Fool was to the Slender Blog what Marble Hornets was to the Slender Series. It was the originator for many of the ideas and storytelling elements for its medium, like the photos of hastily scribbled drawings, the primary protagonist disappearing for another protagonist to step in and take over his blog, and the downer ending. Just Another Fool is also one of the first real Alternate Reality Games in the Slender Man genre. It sent out notes and journals to its readers to analyze and just to creep people out. Just Another Fool is also notable as being one of the few popular Slender Blogs to kill the main character permanately. Most others bring them back for another round with the tall one often with mixed results and poorer storylines than their original blogs.
After that came a flood of impersonators. In the video medium, many point at EverymanHybrid being the next best (or possibly better than Marble Hornets). I do admit that I enjoyed this series quite a bit. Instead of the single storyteller of Marble Hornets, EverymanHybrid focuses around a group of three (to five or so) people who encounter Slender Man. They start off looking like a cheap knockoff of Marble Hornets with their Slender Man hiding in obvious areas as they give gimmicky health advice. Then everything gets real. The real Slendy shows up, pissed at them for some reason, and they have to deal with it. EverymanHybrid's strongest feature is their group dynamic. The characters can play off each other very well, often resulting in humorous moments that help to keep the audience interested. Their main downfall is that their story gets very complicated pretty quickly. When they extended their reach from just Slender Man to HABIT, the Rake, and other popular Creepypasta, they caused a lot of cluttering of big bads. Now I'm not sure what creature is doing what or what the motivations are or which characters are being attacked, or anything like that.
Tribe Twelve is the other major Slender Man video series. It follows Noah, the pottymouthed man living alone in a huge house in Florida who caught the Slender Sickness from his cousin Milo. I don't really have that much to say about this series. It's not bad. If you want to watch something that's basically Marble Hornets with more interaction with the main character, watch this one. I do commend it for its special effects -- Tribe Twelve's Slender Man is one of the few who actually comes off as a very terrifying and realistic being with hundreds of tentacles spawning from his torso. I do, however, have two major complaints about the series. The first is the lack of sympathy for the main character. I don't know if it's just me, but Noah comes off as more annoying and stupid than likable in the series, and many times during the first parts of the series his (and other actors') acting is pretty flat and boring. The second complaint I have is that this series is pretty much just Marble Hornets with better special effects. If it happened in Marble Hornets, expect something similar to happen here (although I suppose that's true of most Slender Series after Marble Hornets).
I've seen a couple other video series that I'll also brush over here, but I haven't really been able to get into any of them. If you want to, check out the TV Tropes page for Slender Man Stories -- they have a more complete list than I have here.
TJA Projects is about two girls who, for some reason I didn't get to or didn't understand, are being stalked by Slender Man. I actually got a little ways into this series about half a year ago, but I honestly can't remember a lot of it. There's a baby, a very hairy hippie chick stalking the girls, and a large man wearing a plague doctor mask who I suppose is probably a bird creature or something. I stopped watching around the time of the birdman since it was really just heading down the same road as EverymanHybrid when it comes to introducing more and more big bads. If you nonexistent readers ever feel the need to make a Slender Man story, keep it simple.
I also tried to watch Apple of my Eye (if I'm remembering the title correctly), which is about a group of friends who are just filming their everyday lives and messing around when Slendy shows up. I got bored very quickly due to the length of each of the first few entries where nothing at all happens, and I got confused by the large cast of characters. It's hard to keep a lot of people straight if you introduce them all at once. Try to keep your cast simple for a while, and if you need to you can expand it later.
There's also one that I tried watching about a guy with a Ouiji board and the Necricromiconicromiconnicon who summons Slender Man while doing a random ritual. This one's pretty bad. It does the usual "filming myself at all times", but anytime anything important happens in the first thirty entries (which is how far I got), the main character happens to be sitting in front of his TV (although this may just be a sign that he doesn't do much but watch TV, it still seems pretty odd). Also, although he's doing the "filming myself at all times" thing, he doesn't get footage of his wife being dragged out of bed by a ghost at night. One entry is a recording of a conversation the main character has with his wife over the phone where he very conveniently delivers a lot of exposition. The entire time, I was trying to talk along with the conversation to guess his wife's part, but it was hard to get anything in since the pauses in his speech were only about a second long. The series also doesn't have much subtlety to it since each of the early entries where he's just seeing ghosts have other entries released afterwards to point out every single time a ghost is in the frame.
Sorry, I went on for quite a bit about that last one. I just kept on thinking of new things to complain about.
Anyway, I think I have seen a couple of other Slender Man video series, but I just can't remember them. I seem to remember there being a pretty good one taking place during the wintertime, but for the life of me I can't remember what it's called or what happens in it. I suppose I could look it up, but I'm too lazy.
There are also numerous Slender Blogs out there, which I'm not quite as fluent with since I don't have the attention span to read through them all. I've read through most of the one with the guy in the rabbit mask pulling pranks on Slender Man, but I stopped when it seemed like it was getting a little more serious than funny. It being funny was what made it stand out. I also read Seeking Truth, which is a phenominal story with the most badass main character in the Slender Man universe. It is a little hard to buy into the fact that a police officer is posting ongoing case information online, though. I also just today got around to reading Dreams in Darkness, another great story telling the tale of a guy around my age dealing with depression, insanity, paranoia, and Slender Man. It's got wonderful characterization. That's about all I want to say about it since I want you to go and read it yourself.
Oh, and there's also Compile Truth, Dr. Cairo's channel on YouTube. It's a series in itself, but it's not a very remarkable one (at least to me). What's great about the channel is that it's archived tons of Slender Man video series and has summarized several important blogs.
And that's the extend of my knowledge of the Slender Man universe. If you were to ask for my favorites, I'd have to say that Marble Hornets is my favorite video series and Dreams in Darkness is my favorite blog, but feel free to reccommend your own favorites to me in the comments (if anyone reads this...)
Let me leave you with one final thought. The more you read about him and the more you know about him, the more likely you are to be stalked by him. Have fun now that I've sparked your curiosity.
Keep telling yourself he's not real. Tim ejrm oy yitmd piy jr od/
Anyway, I had the day off from most stuff, studying included. Usually when I get a day off like this, I'll play some video games or something fun like that, but yesterday my mom came down to take all of the bigger things in my room home so she wouldn't have the car packed to the brim on Tuesday. So instead of playing some Skyrim or Borderlands, I was stuck trying to find some way to waste time on my computer.
Then I got the brilliant idea to do an archive binge of a couple Slender Man stories. Now I don't think I'll be sleeping tonight. Hopefully my roommate doesn't decide to pull a prank by going out onto the balcony while I'm sleeping. I hate it when he does that, and now I'm feeling especially jumpy so I don't really know how my half-asleep mind would react.
Anyway, I got the brilliant idea to come on here and list off some of my favorite Slender Man series to you guys (all zero of you that read this blog...) so you too can share my current jitteriness.
Let's start with the beginning, shall we? Slender Man is a memetic horror figure originating from the Something Awful forums in a discussion having to do with making normal pictures scary and/or supernatural. After a couple of decent pages of discussion, up popped Victor Surge with two photos of the Slender Man. People latched onto the idea quickly, and the thread soon became dominated with more photos of the tall faceless figure in the black suit, sometimes playing up his tentacles and sometimes keeping him more humanlike. No matter what you feared, be it supernatural or more paranoia or more down-to-earth, Slender Man could represent it.
Then came Marble Hornets, the first real Slender Man video series on YouTube. Some people call this an Alternate Reality Game, but it's really more of a student film series since hardly any fan interaction actually influences anything plotwise. Marble Hornets uses all of the aspects of fear listed above to give the atmosphere of true terror. It introduced many aspects of Slender Man stories that are still present today, like the concept of a secondary antagonist possibly working alongside Slender Man (although Marble Hornets casts doubt as to whether Masky, Totheark, Slendy, Alex, the other Masked guy, or anyone else is actually working with anyone else).
Around the same time, the first notable Slender Man blog popped up. Just Another Fool was to the Slender Blog what Marble Hornets was to the Slender Series. It was the originator for many of the ideas and storytelling elements for its medium, like the photos of hastily scribbled drawings, the primary protagonist disappearing for another protagonist to step in and take over his blog, and the downer ending. Just Another Fool is also one of the first real Alternate Reality Games in the Slender Man genre. It sent out notes and journals to its readers to analyze and just to creep people out. Just Another Fool is also notable as being one of the few popular Slender Blogs to kill the main character permanately. Most others bring them back for another round with the tall one often with mixed results and poorer storylines than their original blogs.
After that came a flood of impersonators. In the video medium, many point at EverymanHybrid being the next best (or possibly better than Marble Hornets). I do admit that I enjoyed this series quite a bit. Instead of the single storyteller of Marble Hornets, EverymanHybrid focuses around a group of three (to five or so) people who encounter Slender Man. They start off looking like a cheap knockoff of Marble Hornets with their Slender Man hiding in obvious areas as they give gimmicky health advice. Then everything gets real. The real Slendy shows up, pissed at them for some reason, and they have to deal with it. EverymanHybrid's strongest feature is their group dynamic. The characters can play off each other very well, often resulting in humorous moments that help to keep the audience interested. Their main downfall is that their story gets very complicated pretty quickly. When they extended their reach from just Slender Man to HABIT, the Rake, and other popular Creepypasta, they caused a lot of cluttering of big bads. Now I'm not sure what creature is doing what or what the motivations are or which characters are being attacked, or anything like that.
Tribe Twelve is the other major Slender Man video series. It follows Noah, the pottymouthed man living alone in a huge house in Florida who caught the Slender Sickness from his cousin Milo. I don't really have that much to say about this series. It's not bad. If you want to watch something that's basically Marble Hornets with more interaction with the main character, watch this one. I do commend it for its special effects -- Tribe Twelve's Slender Man is one of the few who actually comes off as a very terrifying and realistic being with hundreds of tentacles spawning from his torso. I do, however, have two major complaints about the series. The first is the lack of sympathy for the main character. I don't know if it's just me, but Noah comes off as more annoying and stupid than likable in the series, and many times during the first parts of the series his (and other actors') acting is pretty flat and boring. The second complaint I have is that this series is pretty much just Marble Hornets with better special effects. If it happened in Marble Hornets, expect something similar to happen here (although I suppose that's true of most Slender Series after Marble Hornets).
I've seen a couple other video series that I'll also brush over here, but I haven't really been able to get into any of them. If you want to, check out the TV Tropes page for Slender Man Stories -- they have a more complete list than I have here.
TJA Projects is about two girls who, for some reason I didn't get to or didn't understand, are being stalked by Slender Man. I actually got a little ways into this series about half a year ago, but I honestly can't remember a lot of it. There's a baby, a very hairy hippie chick stalking the girls, and a large man wearing a plague doctor mask who I suppose is probably a bird creature or something. I stopped watching around the time of the birdman since it was really just heading down the same road as EverymanHybrid when it comes to introducing more and more big bads. If you nonexistent readers ever feel the need to make a Slender Man story, keep it simple.
I also tried to watch Apple of my Eye (if I'm remembering the title correctly), which is about a group of friends who are just filming their everyday lives and messing around when Slendy shows up. I got bored very quickly due to the length of each of the first few entries where nothing at all happens, and I got confused by the large cast of characters. It's hard to keep a lot of people straight if you introduce them all at once. Try to keep your cast simple for a while, and if you need to you can expand it later.
There's also one that I tried watching about a guy with a Ouiji board and the Necricromiconicromiconnicon who summons Slender Man while doing a random ritual. This one's pretty bad. It does the usual "filming myself at all times", but anytime anything important happens in the first thirty entries (which is how far I got), the main character happens to be sitting in front of his TV (although this may just be a sign that he doesn't do much but watch TV, it still seems pretty odd). Also, although he's doing the "filming myself at all times" thing, he doesn't get footage of his wife being dragged out of bed by a ghost at night. One entry is a recording of a conversation the main character has with his wife over the phone where he very conveniently delivers a lot of exposition. The entire time, I was trying to talk along with the conversation to guess his wife's part, but it was hard to get anything in since the pauses in his speech were only about a second long. The series also doesn't have much subtlety to it since each of the early entries where he's just seeing ghosts have other entries released afterwards to point out every single time a ghost is in the frame.
Sorry, I went on for quite a bit about that last one. I just kept on thinking of new things to complain about.
Anyway, I think I have seen a couple of other Slender Man video series, but I just can't remember them. I seem to remember there being a pretty good one taking place during the wintertime, but for the life of me I can't remember what it's called or what happens in it. I suppose I could look it up, but I'm too lazy.
There are also numerous Slender Blogs out there, which I'm not quite as fluent with since I don't have the attention span to read through them all. I've read through most of the one with the guy in the rabbit mask pulling pranks on Slender Man, but I stopped when it seemed like it was getting a little more serious than funny. It being funny was what made it stand out. I also read Seeking Truth, which is a phenominal story with the most badass main character in the Slender Man universe. It is a little hard to buy into the fact that a police officer is posting ongoing case information online, though. I also just today got around to reading Dreams in Darkness, another great story telling the tale of a guy around my age dealing with depression, insanity, paranoia, and Slender Man. It's got wonderful characterization. That's about all I want to say about it since I want you to go and read it yourself.
Oh, and there's also Compile Truth, Dr. Cairo's channel on YouTube. It's a series in itself, but it's not a very remarkable one (at least to me). What's great about the channel is that it's archived tons of Slender Man video series and has summarized several important blogs.
And that's the extend of my knowledge of the Slender Man universe. If you were to ask for my favorites, I'd have to say that Marble Hornets is my favorite video series and Dreams in Darkness is my favorite blog, but feel free to reccommend your own favorites to me in the comments (if anyone reads this...)
Let me leave you with one final thought. The more you read about him and the more you know about him, the more likely you are to be stalked by him. Have fun now that I've sparked your curiosity.
Keep telling yourself he's not real. Tim ejrm oy yitmd piy jr od/
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
When I find myself in times of boredom...
...I post several unrelated things to my blog.
I really want to take a break from studying, but I have very little to do. I haven't been posting here in a while, so I figured I could use the blog to complain and alleviate my boredom a bit.
I'm all caught up on the show "Sherlock" now. Hooray for British television being so awesome. The only show I watch regularly here in the U.S. is "The Walking Dead", which has been going downhill for some time (I came to watch the zombies, so why is there only about one zombie per episode?). My roommate has the TV on most of the time, though. I don't really pay attention to what he watches, but it looks pretty trippy. I would probably enjoy it if I gave it a chance.
My computer was dead for a week starting about two weeks ago. That setback caused me to more or less forget about this blog until, in my infinite boredom, I decided to post (as I am doing now). Of course, eventually if I talk too much about this, I'll get into this big rambling thought about how this blog is pointless since no one reads it anyway, and it's just a way to get my thoughts organized and keep myself out of a slump... but I'm not going to talk about that... anymore.
I had the strangest dream a few nights ago. I was in a high school that was also some sort of zoo and museum that was situated at the top of a cliff. There was a crocodile involved, but other than that I have no clue what happened.
Time seems to be getting away from me. It seems like it should still be February, if that. Sometimes it seems like it should still be first semester. At the same time, though, it seems like I should be done with this year and already getting ready to come back to college in the fall. I don't really know what's happened to my sense of time. Sometimes I wake up in the morning and think it's a Wednesday when it's really a Sunday. It's 3:00 in the afternoon, then it's 9:00 at night. I just feel like it's wrong, but it's probably just me losing track of time.
My lack of a sense of time may be contributing to my inability to keep a regular sleep schedule. I'm tired right now, maybe I'll go to bed.
Jr;[ ,r@ JR od jrtr@
I really want to take a break from studying, but I have very little to do. I haven't been posting here in a while, so I figured I could use the blog to complain and alleviate my boredom a bit.
I'm all caught up on the show "Sherlock" now. Hooray for British television being so awesome. The only show I watch regularly here in the U.S. is "The Walking Dead", which has been going downhill for some time (I came to watch the zombies, so why is there only about one zombie per episode?). My roommate has the TV on most of the time, though. I don't really pay attention to what he watches, but it looks pretty trippy. I would probably enjoy it if I gave it a chance.
My computer was dead for a week starting about two weeks ago. That setback caused me to more or less forget about this blog until, in my infinite boredom, I decided to post (as I am doing now). Of course, eventually if I talk too much about this, I'll get into this big rambling thought about how this blog is pointless since no one reads it anyway, and it's just a way to get my thoughts organized and keep myself out of a slump... but I'm not going to talk about that... anymore.
I had the strangest dream a few nights ago. I was in a high school that was also some sort of zoo and museum that was situated at the top of a cliff. There was a crocodile involved, but other than that I have no clue what happened.
Time seems to be getting away from me. It seems like it should still be February, if that. Sometimes it seems like it should still be first semester. At the same time, though, it seems like I should be done with this year and already getting ready to come back to college in the fall. I don't really know what's happened to my sense of time. Sometimes I wake up in the morning and think it's a Wednesday when it's really a Sunday. It's 3:00 in the afternoon, then it's 9:00 at night. I just feel like it's wrong, but it's probably just me losing track of time.
My lack of a sense of time may be contributing to my inability to keep a regular sleep schedule. I'm tired right now, maybe I'll go to bed.
Jr;[ ,r@ JR od jrtr@
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
All play and no work makes 2270 an exciting blogger
Ah, procrastination. The wonderful act that sucks my time away. Today I sat around not writing a paper that's due tomorrow. Tomorrow I'll sit around until about 4:00 when I'll start writing. I've got a very busy schedule. I don't know how all of my classes expect me to be able to write a paper while I'm watching Doctor Who all day or wasting time on TV Tropes. Am I just supposed to set aside all of those ever-so-important activities to work on my homework?
Speaking of Doctor Who, I'm curious to know what people think of the new series. Which are your favorite episodes? Who is your favorite doctor out of 9, 10, and 11? Russel T. Davies or Stephen Moffat? Is anyone even going to read these questions anyway? No one reads this blog, so I suppose I'll never get answers here anyway.
I suppose I could post my answers to those questions, though. My favorite doctor (keep in mind that I've only seen the TV movie and new series) would have to be the ninth, I like the Russel T. Davies-produced episodes more than the Moffat-produced episodes, but my favorite episodes are the Moffat-written episodes from the Davies era. I enjoy The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances and Blink in particular.
Anyway, nothing particularly exciting happened today. I'm mostly just posting here to justify putting off that paper longer, but I'm finding myself unable to think of anything to say at the moment anyway.
Speaking of Doctor Who, I'm curious to know what people think of the new series. Which are your favorite episodes? Who is your favorite doctor out of 9, 10, and 11? Russel T. Davies or Stephen Moffat? Is anyone even going to read these questions anyway? No one reads this blog, so I suppose I'll never get answers here anyway.
I suppose I could post my answers to those questions, though. My favorite doctor (keep in mind that I've only seen the TV movie and new series) would have to be the ninth, I like the Russel T. Davies-produced episodes more than the Moffat-produced episodes, but my favorite episodes are the Moffat-written episodes from the Davies era. I enjoy The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances and Blink in particular.
Anyway, nothing particularly exciting happened today. I'm mostly just posting here to justify putting off that paper longer, but I'm finding myself unable to think of anything to say at the moment anyway.
Monday, April 9, 2012
It didn't work.
Well, if you haven't noticed from my title, my plan to keep my mind from wandering by organizing my day before going to bed didn't work. I still didn't get to sleep until about 3 in the morning.
On completely unrelated notes, I found out today that the girlfriend of one of my floormates can't say certain words right (deer=der; boil, bull, and bowl all are boll; and oil is oll apparently) and his roommate apparently didn't know where he was or what he was doing yesterday. Justified, though, in the fact that he has ADHD and was just too scatterbrained to remember; plus, he remembered after thinking about it for a while.
Anyway, now I'm waiting for my laundry to get done so I can get ready to go to bed. It'll take another hour and a half though, so on to TV Tropes!
On completely unrelated notes, I found out today that the girlfriend of one of my floormates can't say certain words right (deer=der; boil, bull, and bowl all are boll; and oil is oll apparently) and his roommate apparently didn't know where he was or what he was doing yesterday. Justified, though, in the fact that he has ADHD and was just too scatterbrained to remember; plus, he remembered after thinking about it for a while.
Anyway, now I'm waiting for my laundry to get done so I can get ready to go to bed. It'll take another hour and a half though, so on to TV Tropes!
Sunday, April 8, 2012
That's okay, I didn't need to sleep anyway...
It seems that I haven't been doing so well with this whole sleeping thing lately. It's been a "good night" for me when I can get to sleep before 3 in the morning. Add to that the fact that I have to get up for class every day and you've got one grumpy and tired 2270.
That nightmare from the last post seems to have been a one time thing. Nothing unusual has been happening lately with the sole exception of me imagining a woman screaming the night after I wrote about the nightmare. It was an odd sensation, like the noise was right next to my ear yet sounded very distant. I'm crediting that one to my fan, which I have running 24/7 to drown out the noise from the hall and nearby rooms.
Anyway, I figure if I get all of my thoughts in order, I might be able to get to sleep earlier than normal, and what better way to get my thoughts in order than by telling them to all of the no one who reads this blog.
The weekends keep seeming to get shorter and shorter. Then again, time just seems to be cruising for me lately ever since Spring Break. I guess it might be the sudden increase in workload for just about all of my classes, but even when I'm not working, time flies. That makes it especially obvious during the weekends, which brings me back to the first sentence I just wrote in this paragraph. It's kind of a bad thing since I had a lot of work to get done today that I didn't do. Instead, I watched Fight Club with a few guys from my dorm. I knew the twist in the middle, but the ending was more ambiguous than I though it was, and without spoiling anything, I interpreted it differently than the other people in the room. Then I came back to my room and went online to see if there were any sites or anything that interpreted it the same way. Of course, knowing that it was only 7:00 in the evening and that I had lots of time to work on my homework, I went to TV Tropes and looked through the page for the movie. Nothing was on there about my interpretation, but a few hours later I realized that I had opened about twenty tabs on TV Tropes and was somehow on the page for Disney Theme Parks...
It was about that time that I realized how much my head hurt. It was just a massive headache like the kind you get just before a migrane (if you get migranes; if not, I have no clue how to describe this headache). I'm not planning on taking anything for it since all of my migrane... stuff... has caffene, and I can't sleep well with caffene in my system. That brings us to now, with me sitting on my bed with my computer typing up a summary of my day in my blog and my roommate gone off to who-knows-where.
Here's to this working so I can get some sleep.
That nightmare from the last post seems to have been a one time thing. Nothing unusual has been happening lately with the sole exception of me imagining a woman screaming the night after I wrote about the nightmare. It was an odd sensation, like the noise was right next to my ear yet sounded very distant. I'm crediting that one to my fan, which I have running 24/7 to drown out the noise from the hall and nearby rooms.
Anyway, I figure if I get all of my thoughts in order, I might be able to get to sleep earlier than normal, and what better way to get my thoughts in order than by telling them to all of the no one who reads this blog.
The weekends keep seeming to get shorter and shorter. Then again, time just seems to be cruising for me lately ever since Spring Break. I guess it might be the sudden increase in workload for just about all of my classes, but even when I'm not working, time flies. That makes it especially obvious during the weekends, which brings me back to the first sentence I just wrote in this paragraph. It's kind of a bad thing since I had a lot of work to get done today that I didn't do. Instead, I watched Fight Club with a few guys from my dorm. I knew the twist in the middle, but the ending was more ambiguous than I though it was, and without spoiling anything, I interpreted it differently than the other people in the room. Then I came back to my room and went online to see if there were any sites or anything that interpreted it the same way. Of course, knowing that it was only 7:00 in the evening and that I had lots of time to work on my homework, I went to TV Tropes and looked through the page for the movie. Nothing was on there about my interpretation, but a few hours later I realized that I had opened about twenty tabs on TV Tropes and was somehow on the page for Disney Theme Parks...
It was about that time that I realized how much my head hurt. It was just a massive headache like the kind you get just before a migrane (if you get migranes; if not, I have no clue how to describe this headache). I'm not planning on taking anything for it since all of my migrane... stuff... has caffene, and I can't sleep well with caffene in my system. That brings us to now, with me sitting on my bed with my computer typing up a summary of my day in my blog and my roommate gone off to who-knows-where.
Here's to this working so I can get some sleep.
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Eh...
I've begun to feel like I'm in quite a bit of a slump. Mom says I'm depressed. She's probably right. I think I can deal with it. I'm probably wrong.
One of the ways I plan on dealing with this is to start this blog, where I rant and ramble about whatever, just to get my feelings out. Here goes nothing.
I suppose I should start with a bit of an introduction. I'm a 20 year old college student at a public university in the midwest. That's about as specific as I'm going to get: I've always been taught to keep my identity off the internet for fear of someone hunting me down and killing me or something... of course, in this day and age, that's a load of crap. I guess it's just one of those things that was ingrained into my head, like brushing your teeth twice a day or eating at regular intervals. Ever since I was a kid, I was taught to stay vague on the internet and never give out personal information.
Anyway, I live in the dorms on campus with one roommate and something like 48 housemates, although I don't know them all. I'm not from around here, so I was pretty much the only person I knew when I got here. I didn't really connect with anyone over the first two years I've lived here, so last fall I planned on getting into a single room on my floor. Of course, the school decided to screw me over and gave me a new assignment with a new roommate...
I'm not complaining about the guy, he's friendly enough. I just find it hard to focus on anything with him around. He's not loud or disruptive or anything. He's just... there. He keeps to himself when he knows I want him to and he's pretty sociable when I need to rant to someone.
Anyway, I think that ranting to him has helped me out quite a bit. I've cheered up and started to clean up my academics, which up to this point were steadily getting worse and worse. So I figured, why not rant to the world instead? I'm probably not going to get any followers since I'm just kind of improvising by doing this without telling anyone, but who knows? Maybe this will help. Or maybe I'll get bored of this and stop after today. Only time will tell.
With my identity fairly hidden, I feel like I can be more open with you guys than my roommate. So let's get into my first rambling.
Last night I had a nightmare. It was different than most. I don't usually dream, but when I do I either can figure out that I'm dreaming partway through the dream or I, upon looking back on the dream see major flaws in the story. I've even had dreams that retconned themselves partway through, but I didn't notice until I woke up. This dream, though... I just felt like it was happening. I've never had a dream more vivid... and I've never smelt anything in a dream before.
I was in the woods near the house where I grew up back when my parents were still together. It was night. There was no wind, no sound, and very little to see other than the trees, which had strange black cocoons hanging from them. These cocoons were huge, about the size of me. As I looked at them, they began to make noise and crack open, and you wouldn't believe the smell coming out. The cocoons opened to reveal terrible skeletal butterflies, dripping in blood and guts, that flew away into the night. It was then that I woke up.
I've probably been looking through too many creepypastas or something. Damn my time wasted on the internet.
One of the ways I plan on dealing with this is to start this blog, where I rant and ramble about whatever, just to get my feelings out. Here goes nothing.
I suppose I should start with a bit of an introduction. I'm a 20 year old college student at a public university in the midwest. That's about as specific as I'm going to get: I've always been taught to keep my identity off the internet for fear of someone hunting me down and killing me or something... of course, in this day and age, that's a load of crap. I guess it's just one of those things that was ingrained into my head, like brushing your teeth twice a day or eating at regular intervals. Ever since I was a kid, I was taught to stay vague on the internet and never give out personal information.
Anyway, I live in the dorms on campus with one roommate and something like 48 housemates, although I don't know them all. I'm not from around here, so I was pretty much the only person I knew when I got here. I didn't really connect with anyone over the first two years I've lived here, so last fall I planned on getting into a single room on my floor. Of course, the school decided to screw me over and gave me a new assignment with a new roommate...
I'm not complaining about the guy, he's friendly enough. I just find it hard to focus on anything with him around. He's not loud or disruptive or anything. He's just... there. He keeps to himself when he knows I want him to and he's pretty sociable when I need to rant to someone.
Anyway, I think that ranting to him has helped me out quite a bit. I've cheered up and started to clean up my academics, which up to this point were steadily getting worse and worse. So I figured, why not rant to the world instead? I'm probably not going to get any followers since I'm just kind of improvising by doing this without telling anyone, but who knows? Maybe this will help. Or maybe I'll get bored of this and stop after today. Only time will tell.
With my identity fairly hidden, I feel like I can be more open with you guys than my roommate. So let's get into my first rambling.
Last night I had a nightmare. It was different than most. I don't usually dream, but when I do I either can figure out that I'm dreaming partway through the dream or I, upon looking back on the dream see major flaws in the story. I've even had dreams that retconned themselves partway through, but I didn't notice until I woke up. This dream, though... I just felt like it was happening. I've never had a dream more vivid... and I've never smelt anything in a dream before.
I was in the woods near the house where I grew up back when my parents were still together. It was night. There was no wind, no sound, and very little to see other than the trees, which had strange black cocoons hanging from them. These cocoons were huge, about the size of me. As I looked at them, they began to make noise and crack open, and you wouldn't believe the smell coming out. The cocoons opened to reveal terrible skeletal butterflies, dripping in blood and guts, that flew away into the night. It was then that I woke up.
I've probably been looking through too many creepypastas or something. Damn my time wasted on the internet.
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