Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Annex won't sleep anymore.
Once come night
There will be no fight.
In your hands will lie
Whether he will live or die.
Answer this question right and he shall be fine
Answer wrong and he is next in line.

What would Annex miss doing most?

I will give you some aid
It is his hobby which will not fade.
He partakes in it all the time.
Most would think of it a crime.


Monday, November 28, 2011

I don't know where to start.

Things are starting to get fucking weird.

First off, there are drawings that are starting to show up.

Circles with X's through them. I know I have seen that symbol before but I can't place it.

There are also pages in my journal that have some odd drawings that I know I didn't do. I don't have that kind of time or artistic skill.

Another thing is the whole Thanksgiving trip. I didn't go yet everyone has been talking about how I was acting strange and that they were worried.

I don't know anymore. I'm tired.

I would be afraid if I wasn't just so damned tired and angry.

Fuck this guy. Why me? What the fuck did I do to deserve this.

Isn't this one of the stages of death? Anger?

Yeah. That's just a pleasant thought.

Fuck this, I'm out.


Sunday, November 27, 2011




Saturday, November 26, 2011


I had quite the Thanksgiving.

First I flew down to DC and hung out with some higher ups in a random bar.

This led to them taking me into a strip-club.

Then I found $1,000,000 dollars on the ground in a briefcase.

Did I lose you yet?

I didn't do anything for Thanksgiving. Why would I? I was supposed to head down to my family's house.

I didn't.

I was supposed to have dinner with my family.

I didn't.

I was supposed to hang out with some friends who I haven't seen in a while.

I didn't.

It's not like I didn't want to go. I got into my car to leave then woke up about 15 minutes ago. My car didn't move, I was still in the drivers seat in the same clothes I had worn before I was going to leave and the food I was bringing went bad.

I just got a text from my parents.

They had fun with me this weekend at the dinner at my Brother's house.


I didn't go.


Fuck you Slendor-ass-hat.

Fuck you.


Friday, November 25, 2011

things are not what they seem.

no one knows the truth of the matter.

i am blind but i can see.

i am deaf but i can hear.

i am dead but i am alive.

i am afraid but i am not scared.

time to go.

there is so much to do.

where to begin


Monday, November 21, 2011

40th Post!

Today has been quite the interesting day.

I am almost finished with House of Leaves. Quite a bad ass book so far.

I have been completely sober all of today and most of yesterday. I doubt I will partake in anything until tomorrow.

A couple of friends of mine are making a band and I got the offer to be their manager/sound equipment specialist. I feel honored, but for now we are just trying to build a studio in one of the guy's back yard. Got the pieces to fix up a shack yesterday and we are expanding it over the week.

It is impossible to get any work done with Thanksgiving coming up soon. Classes are either changing dates to turn in papers or canceling class to go a few days early. I am not really complaining about missing classes but it is still lame when I force out a bullshitted paper and then learn I had another week.


Anyone ever seen Chowder? Radda radda radda.

I love that show.

Anyways, I don't really remember much of yesterday. I remember sleeping most of the day, finally, and I remember moving back into my old place fully, but other than that I don't remember too much. You'd think I would be used to that by now.

Wait. I just noticed something. Why does it say that I have 40 posts? I only see 37? Hmm. Well it must be a glitch or something.

Gah I need to become more focused. I need coffee. coffeecoffeecoffecoffee

I found my journal today! Big news for me because I get to use it tomorrow for class to doodle. It was the passenger seat of my car. I am glad about that.

Well, until next time, I'm off. Peace.


Sunday, November 20, 2011











Friday, November 18, 2011

I pretty much just relaxed all day today.

Not the best intro line, but it is true none-the-less.

Don't get too excited everyone. I know you guys would rather read some intense action but that can go to hell. I am enjoying the nice and quiet evenings filled with no adventures.

Just nice and quiet.

Today was one of those days.

Here's to tomorrow being like that too.

My friend set up his Minecraft server. Me and 3 other friends have been building a town on said server. Quite a lot of fun. It's a great way to blow some time.

I still can't find my journal. I am not sure where else to look.

Nothing else to really talk about.

My back hurts pretty back. I think I accidentally cut my back on something or got a huge sunburn. It burns over the majority of my back.

Other than that, nothing really.

I guess that is it for now then.

Until next time, I'm off. Peace.


Thursday, November 17, 2011

Sorry everyone.

Sorry for the random absences or for the days where I don't post at all. Either I am prevented from posting or I am out doing shit before I realize I should have posted to let you guys know what is going on.

For yesterday and today I am just laying low. I am not doing much, just relaxing, and trying to see if I can get a couple of normal days to rest before shit starts to hit the fan.

In the meantime, I have some tasks that I can complete like school work and trying to get my classes set up for next semester.

Yeah, I am here to stay. Nothing is going to cause me to leave.

Thank you everyone for your concern and for your support.

Until next time, I am off. Peace.


P.S. I lost my fucking journal again. My main way of relieving stress and you would think that I would have it with me at all times.

P.P.S. Or is it P.S.S? I'm not sure. But, anyways, Aly I hope everything works out for you. Stay strong.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

*Takes a deep breath*

Okay. Let me explain some things.

1. Yes I saw Him. I don't feel like really going along with the whole SAY HIS NAME thing. I am sure I will be making jokes sooner or later. It's who I am.

2. Yes, He is starting to try and make my life a fucking hell. Well, at least that is what I assume.

3. No I am not going to stand here and think OH IT IS ALL A COINCIDENCE! This is the dumb-blonde move in horror movies that get her killed first. Not before her breasts are exposed though. Classy.

4. I am not running. I. Am. Not. Running. Fuck everyone's bullshit beliefs in running. It doesn't solve anything. It just prolongs the inevitable. You can't run forever. Facing Him doesn't work yet running from Him doesn't work.

So what am I going to do, you may be asking?

Hold on baby birds. I'll feed you.

Ignore Him.

Yeah. I went there.

I am just going to ignore His lonely ass until He can't take it anymore. He will start to do the whole rigamarole. Once I am knee deep in shit, I will strike.

Crazy? Yes.

Will it work? Doubt it.

Am I going to try? Fuck yes.

I hope this makes things a little more understanding. Say what you want about my choices, but I am already set in my path.

My destiny lies ahead of me and the story is being told at my footsteps.

Until next time, I am off. Peace.


Monday, November 14, 2011

I went to bed.

And then I woke up.

I know, I know. Everyone does this. So why is this time more important?

How about passing out in your chair for a few minutes and waking up hundreds of miles away in your hometown?


Have that type of sleep every day.

4 days.

Four whole fucking days.


Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Now what?

I am here. Alone.

I am with people, sure, but they are no more a help to me than a knife to the throat.

I am alone and doomed.

I saw Him.


We met. Yesterday, to be exact.

I read the stories. I watched the videos.

Then we met. He doesn't seem to like me.

I threw a bag at Him. It hit Him as if it had just hit a wall, and He didn't seem to enjoy that too much.

Not at all.

Now here I am.

I have no recollection of what happened yesterday.

I am alone with my own thoughts and they are killing me.

I am pretty sure they aren't the only ones.

I need to get out but I cannot.

No escape.

Well, the end is nigh. That's for sure.

Fuck this shit. I am out. I am going to find out more about this.

Hope to post again soon. Peace.


Tuesday, November 8, 2011

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Time is up.


Monday, November 7, 2011

I need to drink less.

Every time I drink something weird happens. Who knows.

Anyways, sorry about the last post. I don't even really remember making it. I don't remember much of yesterday.

I do remember meeting someone new, but I can't remember what they looked like. It was a guy, at least I think so. He was pretty tall, from what I can gather, and kind of gangly. I know a few people like that.

I would probably recognize the guy if we met again.

Well I need to work on my story but I am neglecting it pretty badly. I am around 1700 words in instead of the 14000 I should be by the end of today. I will be lucky if I hit anywhere close to 3000.

Anyways, I guess that is it for today. Nothing new really happening in my near future.

Until next time, I'm off.


Sunday, November 6, 2011


Here I am. Sitting in my chair. This chair of mine has seen and heard many of things.

It has learned the lyrics to every Gorillaz song.

It has seen all of the gruesome effects of my insanity.

It has been here for me, always keeping me as comfortable as possible.

It has cried with me at the end of M*A*S*H.

And here it is, protecting from everything yet again. It is hard to believe how much of a connection me and my chair have. The love that we share. Hell, I once fucked on this chair.

I love this chair but even it cannot protect me. It can't stop anyone from hurting me. it can't be my guardian angel for the evils of this world.

I named my Car the Ishimura from Dead Space. Quite fitting if you ask me, since cars are screaming metal deathtraps.

The night is quite beautiful tonight.

Oh hey there He is. I'm going to go say hi. Just a new friend. Finally, I haven't gotten a new one since I left my home.

I'm out.


Saturday, November 5, 2011

30 post!

Woohoo! The 30th post! I just wish it wasn't on such an off note.

I learned that I had, in fact, slept at the apartment last night and then left for home. But what I was explained doesn't really make sense.

After I got in from smoking, I headed off to the bathroom and got ready for bed, as one of my friends recalled. The problem is what happened from here.

I, apparently, never left the bathroom.

They woke up the next morning and had to bust the door open because it was locked from the inside, window and door alike.

What makes it even worse?

The sink was full of blood.

I think it was from my coughing fits. I have coughed up blood before, although it isn't pretty.

I wasn't expecting THAT much blood, but I am sure that I am okay. I stopped coughing for now, but if it gets any worse I am pretty sure I am going to see a doctor.

I am not sure how to take this all in but I will figure something out. But, for now, I have a birthday party I have to attend. My friend is waiting for me to finish up.

Until next time, I'm off. Peace.



I just lost a day. Seriously. I passed out last night at 12:12 a.m.

I remember this. I remember it exactly because I looked at my watch right before my computer finished loading up from a usual reboot.

I woke up 9 minutes ago. Exactly.

When did I wake up?

12:12 a.m.

I wasn't even tired and I didn't have terrors.

I didn't even dream.

I didn't even change clothes or brush my teeth or anything.

Worse than that? I woke up at my house.

I was at the apartment when I last remember.

Even worse than that?

I left my car at the apartment. Which means I must have walked.

15 miles. Of walking.

I hate walking.

Things are fucking weird. I am going to go figure some shit out and come back later with some more information.

Fuck this shit, I'm out.


Thursday, November 3, 2011


I need to find some way of not being over stressed. I find myself looking at the little amount of work that I have and just stressing massively over it. I know it isn't a huge deal and I know that I will fret over it but I continue to do it anyways.

It is this disease that I gained from my father. He overly frets and stresses about everything that requires him to do any form of work.

Granted he gets the work done and so do I, but the process in getting it done? It blows. Majorly.

This causes quite a few problems when I am trying to do things from writing to simple things like making sure I don't miss an appointment.

Luckily I don't have to see the therapist as long as I have this baby and the doctor continues to read it.

Hey Mr. Greene.

Anyways, today was a little off today. I kept getting the creeps. I am also noticing more Tulpa's that usual, or mind-generated visions.

When you look at something, your first glance can contain something that isn't actually there. This has been happening to me quite a bit lately.

It isn't as fun as it may sound considering it usually startles me. I swear I am going to give myself a heart attack or something.

Well, other than that I hope to actually get some sleep tonight. Didn't sleep much last night.

The usual. I guess I should be more used to it now.

Well I guess I am off then.

Until next time, Peace.


Pretty good day.

Nothing interesting happened as of today.

My friend came over early and smoked.

I bought a whole box of top ramen. Around 24 packets for 3 bucks. Quite the deal.

I ate 4 of them over 6 hours and had a lot of juice.

A friend who I haven't seen in months came over and we smoked.

I started my story. All is going well.

and now here I am.

My clock on my PC is incorrect. It has been for a few days. Every time I look at it the time changes to a random time, although my birth date 12:03 is coming up a lot more than anything else. That is pretty cool I guess.

Hopefully something interesting happens tomorrow. Sorry for being so boring.

Until next time, I am off. Peace.


Tuesday, November 1, 2011

There is nothing to do!

Seriously! I am beyond bored here. I am trying to play Metro 2033 but I want to play Deus Ex. I play Deus Ex and I want to play Metro 2033. The entire time I have the knowledge that I have to write more for my book tonight.

Speaking of which, I got the general idea of the story ready and I have been hardcore cramming in order to make sure I can write this. I will be fully starting the book either later tonight or early tomorrow morning.

Luckily I have many class that I can just work on the story through. This makes me a lot less nervous than I could be.

Well, my friend is coming over to smoke and then I will go back to playing indecisive hockey with my games until I stop playing all of them and start writing like I should.

Go go procrastination!

Until next time, I am off. Peace.