…
I’m sorry Alex, I’m truly fucking sorry for starters.
It’s my fault for bringing you into the forest. I wasn’t thinking properly and I’d forgotten…
I thought it would have been a safe thing for once. My stupid reasoning was that it was a bright blue, cloudless day. I thought only the rain brought bad. Boy was I wrong. And god damn it, I hadn’t expected that.
Oh Alex… Still a writer at heart. I’m sure it took you a good few days to write out everything, shifting through info you thought was needed to be known, and what to /hide/ from everyone else. But that’s okay, I was there and I know what happened already so that’s all that I care about.
I guess since I’m checkin’ in, I might as well explain myself. Again, sorry Alex. Also, it’s been exactly… 11 days now.
Should start with before I left:
Ocotober 28th:
I left to Orlando, Florida. Alex was under house arrest, and though I should have stayed back and clung to her and taken care of her like the sick puppy I can be when it comes to her, I didn’t. I’m not cowardly or anything of the one we saw back there though, I had these tickets and god knows my dad would murder me for him spending money just for me not to go.
And so I went. God knows I regret it though.
He was there.
I’d sat alone in the Monster Café after going through most of the attractions that Halloween Horror Nights had to offer. I’d made sure to stop by Poe’s, and now I was in the very empty Monster Café, most people were already leaving or had already eaten. I’d gotten one of those henna tattoos (Whatever they’re called) of a symbol I’d seen reoccurring in my dreams. The symbol looked cool and familiar, so I thought, “Why not?”
I hadn’t been scared in any of the attractions. After all, I knew they weren’t allowed to even touch you, so what’s to fear? But now, as I sat alone, I felt alert. The hairs on my neck were standing up. I was already sweaty from going around the whole park. In the doorway, for only a moment in time, he stood there.
I screamed. He was gone.
I ran out of that park faster than you could say “Crap.”
October 29th.
I got back from my trip safely. It was Saturday, but I wasn’t allowed to visit Alex. Her parents probably hated me by now. God knows I was glared at the whole time she was getting stitches. Alright, the point is, by now I’d been thinking. Hadn’t slept a wink. But eventually, the events caught up with me and I had to take a nap.
I dreamed. I remembered said dream for once…
I was a little girl, back home. No, not Florida. I was home, home. Where Gwen and I used to live. There was a swing set and a tree house. It was a backyard I think. A girl (I think this was Gwen) and I were playing back there with beanie baby dolls. A thin, tall humanoid shadow was watching us the whole time. One of the dolls, mine which was more worn out, broke after some rough playing. I cried. Gwen cried.
Finally, when I got the fuck over it, ran off and came back with a small gardening shovel. My dream self said something, though I didn’t hear it. Instead, the dream continued with little Chelle conducting a funeral for the beanie baby. She specifically buried it under the tree with the treehouse, Gwen watching.
Afterwards, they ran inside, all smiles and giggles to play another game.
The dream ends there. I woke up, with only one thing on my mind:
Leave now.
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And so, I left. All the way to home, without telling anyone. And now that beanie baby is in my possession again. It has the same symbol on the back as my henna tattoo that’s slowly fading now, abet faded and covered in dirt..
Don’t look for me Alex. I’ll come home soon and tell you everything in time.
Don’t go out alone, don’t go near any woods or trees if you can, stay indoors on rainy days, and please…. Be safe, Ally.
I love you so much Al. Please take care.
P.S: If Gilbert’s still alive, have your sis come to my house and feed him please. Have her feed Bella too. Leave some tuna by the crappy grave marker I made.
-Chelle
Friday, November 11, 2011
Thursday, November 10, 2011
My arm hurts. Like a bitch. I don't want to look at it. I seriously don't want to look at it. But wearing a long sleeved shirt makes it ache and I might as well stare at the stitched up mark as I type the fucking post. But I need to do it. God, I was going to forget about this. To forget about this whole fucking, useless blog. But I can't now.
October 13th was the day I turned seventeen. Four weeks ago they found Sarah's body, cracked and twisted, stuffed in the back of the school, under the graffiti tree. In between all the scratched out hearts and all the names that preceded the exclamation “was here!” was Sarah, spread everywhere. As in...everywhere. They thought it wasn't her body—they couldn't tell from what they found. I...her head...it was...
They canceled school for the rest of the week because really, who the fuck was going to go around sending their kids into the goddamn streets with a brutal murdering fuck up around? The news media jumped at it. They tried to interview Sarah's friends, but a senior guy punched one of the reporters in the face. I'm glad. I'm fucking glad. It's all disguising.
Chelle had been...strange in the last couple of days. It's...worrying. Terrifying, actually. She kept having nightmares and it sure as shit didn't get any better when they told everyone what had happened to Sarah (they tried to keep it a secret, but word gets out, as always). Then Thursday rolled around and...and I didn't know what to do. I'm finally seventeen, and all I want to do is crawl on a train, stay hidden underneath a seat, and let it take me away.
But Chelle had a weird idea. She wanted to take me hitchhiking. I had to tell B.B to make it seem like me and her were in the same room for most of the day in case mom came home early because I needed to go. I needed to escape from here. The clustered room and worried phone calls and all that anger and bottled up fear. So we drove away and let ourselves be swallowed whole by the forest.
I can't describe how it looked like. I know it was beautiful. I know we were talking of random bits of nothingness. I'm seventeen, the forest is green, the water is running not far. I can hear birds and singing and I'm floating for a little bit. There was no fear. Just the sound of leaves beneath my feet and the forest breathing around us, the branches everywhere, stretched out like the awaiting arms of a mother or father, wrapping you like a child and keeping you safe. I stretched out my arms, the leaves brushing against my fingertips, droplets of cool water sliding down my skin.
And then it all froze for a moment, because Chelle had stopped.
I'd been walking behind her for a long time. Her blonde hair my main point of direction as she traveled through out the green land. But she stopped so suddenly, jolted up like someone had screamed her name.
Maybe someone did.
I know things grew bleaker, cold. “What is it?”
But she didn't answer. She half turned, looking right at me and yet far away from me. Glancing past me like I was invisible. A ghost. “Chelle?”
She held up her hand. It shot upwards so fast I thought she was gonna hit me. I wanted to whirl around to see what she was looking at, but she wasn't looking at anything. She couldn't have been because she was staring right at me. Suddenly, I couldn't hear fucking birds or water or even our own breathing. It was all so quiet. My heart started hammering at some point because a chill began creeping on me, but not the usual way. It was strange. Like the wind was reaching out for me. I felt...strokes, on my back, on my neck, in my arms, from the wind. From the fucking wind. I held my breath, like when you can hear your parents yelling at two in the morning and you're afraid to open the door in case what's echoing from the walls turns into a reality, and began turning slowly, but she shook her head. Ever so slightly. I tried talking again, but she stopped me.
Then...the blood drained from her face. In a second. She opened her mouth, like she was about to scream. Like she was about to fucking explode into a million pieces in place. Her muscles went tense, she went all rigid, her lips went white, her eyes bulged out. What what what what.
Then she screamed. Loud and bellowing enough that it almost flew me backwards. But I couldn't fall. I couldn't because she shot forward and grabbed my hand. And she pulled me. “RUN, FUCKING RUN”
That's what I remember. Her screaming. And then I heard it. As we were running. Someone behind us, charging, but not in one direction. The noise. From everywhere. My left, my right, like it was coming from behind every tree at every second. I somehow knew it was one, just one fucking thing, and yet I wasn't sure.
“ALEX, FUCKING RUN!”
Chelle was screaming, everywhere—and then, it was a blur. We were by a hill. Trying to get back to the outer part. And then I felt it. Huge bludgeon to the arm, knocking me off balance. I screamed, I was terrified. What the fuck had hit me, and why had it hit me. I think I was screaming. I think Chelle screamed afterward. I don't know. All I remember is the pain, the fact that whatever the fuck hit me did it with so much force I lost my balance and started tumbling down. Branches, rocks, snapping at my arms and legs and everywhere. I called out to Chelle, and then...
I think I heard someone laugh.
I know Chelle tried to get down to where I was, but I wasn't thinking. I tried to get right back up, but I heard someone scream. Not like fear. More like...anger. And I tried to crawl up, but there was no way without sliding back down. I think I was crying because the ground was blurry and so was everything around me. By the time I started running again, my voice was raw. I couldn't keep calling out for Chelle anymore. Then I heard the footsteps again. All that running. I didn't want to stop moving, no matter what.
Then, right the fuck out of nowhere, I heard a laugh. Loud, ringing, chuckle that I couldn't identify. I turned and turned and turned and then—it slid, across my shoulder, ripping my flesh, oozing out blood. I tried to turn as soon as I felt it, but there was that slashing again. Twice, I tripped trying to look around. It's all a blur. A blur of pain and screaming and footsteps. I tripped but I crawled up in two seconds and kept running, the blood running down my arm.
At some point, the pain increased. Something had grabbed to me. I turned with my hand in a fist to scream but-
It was Chelle, and she was dragging me away. Her hand was grasping onto my arm, and it pulsed and burned, but I didn't want to keep screaming. We ran and ran and the forest spit us out into the street, my arm covered in red and Chelle's hand stained with my blood. I could tell she was crying too, but not as much, because I heard it in the quiver of her voice, the hurrying of her tone. “Get up, Alex. Get up. Get the fuck up.”
She carried me to her car and drove me to an emergency room. I got stitches, my parents were called, and soon enough, house arrest.
I can still see it now, a big fucking X on my arm, stitches and red on it. I wasn't going to leave the house. I wasn't going to let B.B fucking walk around. I needed to stay locked. To be safe. And I was.
And then I got the news.
Chelle...you've been gone for a week and I didn't even fucking know. WHERE ARE YOU?
-Alex
October 13th was the day I turned seventeen. Four weeks ago they found Sarah's body, cracked and twisted, stuffed in the back of the school, under the graffiti tree. In between all the scratched out hearts and all the names that preceded the exclamation “was here!” was Sarah, spread everywhere. As in...everywhere. They thought it wasn't her body—they couldn't tell from what they found. I...her head...it was...
They canceled school for the rest of the week because really, who the fuck was going to go around sending their kids into the goddamn streets with a brutal murdering fuck up around? The news media jumped at it. They tried to interview Sarah's friends, but a senior guy punched one of the reporters in the face. I'm glad. I'm fucking glad. It's all disguising.
Chelle had been...strange in the last couple of days. It's...worrying. Terrifying, actually. She kept having nightmares and it sure as shit didn't get any better when they told everyone what had happened to Sarah (they tried to keep it a secret, but word gets out, as always). Then Thursday rolled around and...and I didn't know what to do. I'm finally seventeen, and all I want to do is crawl on a train, stay hidden underneath a seat, and let it take me away.
But Chelle had a weird idea. She wanted to take me hitchhiking. I had to tell B.B to make it seem like me and her were in the same room for most of the day in case mom came home early because I needed to go. I needed to escape from here. The clustered room and worried phone calls and all that anger and bottled up fear. So we drove away and let ourselves be swallowed whole by the forest.
I can't describe how it looked like. I know it was beautiful. I know we were talking of random bits of nothingness. I'm seventeen, the forest is green, the water is running not far. I can hear birds and singing and I'm floating for a little bit. There was no fear. Just the sound of leaves beneath my feet and the forest breathing around us, the branches everywhere, stretched out like the awaiting arms of a mother or father, wrapping you like a child and keeping you safe. I stretched out my arms, the leaves brushing against my fingertips, droplets of cool water sliding down my skin.
And then it all froze for a moment, because Chelle had stopped.
I'd been walking behind her for a long time. Her blonde hair my main point of direction as she traveled through out the green land. But she stopped so suddenly, jolted up like someone had screamed her name.
Maybe someone did.
I know things grew bleaker, cold. “What is it?”
But she didn't answer. She half turned, looking right at me and yet far away from me. Glancing past me like I was invisible. A ghost. “Chelle?”
She held up her hand. It shot upwards so fast I thought she was gonna hit me. I wanted to whirl around to see what she was looking at, but she wasn't looking at anything. She couldn't have been because she was staring right at me. Suddenly, I couldn't hear fucking birds or water or even our own breathing. It was all so quiet. My heart started hammering at some point because a chill began creeping on me, but not the usual way. It was strange. Like the wind was reaching out for me. I felt...strokes, on my back, on my neck, in my arms, from the wind. From the fucking wind. I held my breath, like when you can hear your parents yelling at two in the morning and you're afraid to open the door in case what's echoing from the walls turns into a reality, and began turning slowly, but she shook her head. Ever so slightly. I tried talking again, but she stopped me.
Then...the blood drained from her face. In a second. She opened her mouth, like she was about to scream. Like she was about to fucking explode into a million pieces in place. Her muscles went tense, she went all rigid, her lips went white, her eyes bulged out. What what what what.
Then she screamed. Loud and bellowing enough that it almost flew me backwards. But I couldn't fall. I couldn't because she shot forward and grabbed my hand. And she pulled me. “RUN, FUCKING RUN”
That's what I remember. Her screaming. And then I heard it. As we were running. Someone behind us, charging, but not in one direction. The noise. From everywhere. My left, my right, like it was coming from behind every tree at every second. I somehow knew it was one, just one fucking thing, and yet I wasn't sure.
“ALEX, FUCKING RUN!”
Chelle was screaming, everywhere—and then, it was a blur. We were by a hill. Trying to get back to the outer part. And then I felt it. Huge bludgeon to the arm, knocking me off balance. I screamed, I was terrified. What the fuck had hit me, and why had it hit me. I think I was screaming. I think Chelle screamed afterward. I don't know. All I remember is the pain, the fact that whatever the fuck hit me did it with so much force I lost my balance and started tumbling down. Branches, rocks, snapping at my arms and legs and everywhere. I called out to Chelle, and then...
I think I heard someone laugh.
I know Chelle tried to get down to where I was, but I wasn't thinking. I tried to get right back up, but I heard someone scream. Not like fear. More like...anger. And I tried to crawl up, but there was no way without sliding back down. I think I was crying because the ground was blurry and so was everything around me. By the time I started running again, my voice was raw. I couldn't keep calling out for Chelle anymore. Then I heard the footsteps again. All that running. I didn't want to stop moving, no matter what.
Then, right the fuck out of nowhere, I heard a laugh. Loud, ringing, chuckle that I couldn't identify. I turned and turned and turned and then—it slid, across my shoulder, ripping my flesh, oozing out blood. I tried to turn as soon as I felt it, but there was that slashing again. Twice, I tripped trying to look around. It's all a blur. A blur of pain and screaming and footsteps. I tripped but I crawled up in two seconds and kept running, the blood running down my arm.
At some point, the pain increased. Something had grabbed to me. I turned with my hand in a fist to scream but-
It was Chelle, and she was dragging me away. Her hand was grasping onto my arm, and it pulsed and burned, but I didn't want to keep screaming. We ran and ran and the forest spit us out into the street, my arm covered in red and Chelle's hand stained with my blood. I could tell she was crying too, but not as much, because I heard it in the quiver of her voice, the hurrying of her tone. “Get up, Alex. Get up. Get the fuck up.”
She carried me to her car and drove me to an emergency room. I got stitches, my parents were called, and soon enough, house arrest.
I can still see it now, a big fucking X on my arm, stitches and red on it. I wasn't going to leave the house. I wasn't going to let B.B fucking walk around. I needed to stay locked. To be safe. And I was.
And then I got the news.
Chelle...you've been gone for a week and I didn't even fucking know. WHERE ARE YOU?
-Alex
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
End Already!
Still raining. On and off.
I saw a rainbow though. I started crying, it wasn't a sad kind, it was just... An empty, meaningless cry. That rainbow touched me in a way though, as if it was to say "Things will get better."
I need a new phone. Shouldn't have flushed mine during a fit.
Alex's birthday is in two days, so I'm trying to pull myself together for her and make her happy that day. I hope. *Sighs*
-Chelle
O rubk eua, Grkd
I saw a rainbow though. I started crying, it wasn't a sad kind, it was just... An empty, meaningless cry. That rainbow touched me in a way though, as if it was to say "Things will get better."
I need a new phone. Shouldn't have flushed mine during a fit.
Alex's birthday is in two days, so I'm trying to pull myself together for her and make her happy that day. I hope. *Sighs*
-Chelle
O rubk eua, Grkd
Saturday, October 8, 2011
It's pouring
And pouring, and pouring, and pouring. A good depth of water and it won't stop. I hate the rain, it makes the nightmares worse at night.
Dad buried Bella in the backyard yesterday. Isn't she gonna suffocate or drown like that, though?
-Chelle
Dad buried Bella in the backyard yesterday. Isn't she gonna suffocate or drown like that, though?
-Chelle
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
liarliarpantsonfire
why is alex lying? why isnt my beautiful 6 year old calico moving? my baby... WHERE IS HER TAIL? WHY IS IT MISSING? I BET HE TOOK ITFORSHITSANDGIIGLESOR SARAH DID IT, IKNEW SHE HATEDME. I KNEW SHE WAS STILL ALIVE, THAT GODDAMN ARM HADNT STARTED TO ROT. GOOOOOD DAMN THAR ARM HAUNTING ME ISNT FUNNY SARAH. alexwhywontthepersoninthewindowleavemealoooooooooooooooone. gilbert, if you leave me too im eating you, asshole fish.
FuckShitDammit
Silence because we're freaking out, we're freaking the fuck out. Everyone was safe for a while, just complete and total silence for a little bit. Someone at our school has a mother working on the case of Sarah/Sasha/whatever the fuck her name was and they've been pestering him for ages. We got some rumors going around that S (fuck the damn name shit) is still alive. Not sure how they figured it out, but we heard all of it on around Friday night, and I was going to update because Chelle didn't know, but shitshitshitshit.
She's been freaking out for days. Bad dreams and screaming at nighttime. I spent the night at her house Saturday and it's like someone's inside her head pounding hard against her brain and messing around with all her thoughts. It's all distorted and she can't make heads or tails once she wakes up. I've told her to write them down as soon as her eyes fly open, but it's not working. She can't form words coherent enough to write. I think she's started drawing them up as quickly as possible, but I never see them, probably because they'll be too fucked up.
Her cat died on Saturday. No, not only that. What? You thought it's fucking funny that we're freaking out over a little kitten's death? It's not just that we found...Bella...fuck...she was on the porch and...her spine, her spine was ripped out. That's not a fucking accident. And we know it. Chelle was beyond pissed, and she was going insane. We called someone to help us figure out, but it's not like the fucking cops can do anything regarding a dead cat when there's a murderer on the lose.
I need to figure out what to do with Chelle. She came back to school this morning because she couldn't sleep for two days straight (or rather, wouldn't, not with so much nightmares) and now...I don't know. I just don't know.
-Alex
She's been freaking out for days. Bad dreams and screaming at nighttime. I spent the night at her house Saturday and it's like someone's inside her head pounding hard against her brain and messing around with all her thoughts. It's all distorted and she can't make heads or tails once she wakes up. I've told her to write them down as soon as her eyes fly open, but it's not working. She can't form words coherent enough to write. I think she's started drawing them up as quickly as possible, but I never see them, probably because they'll be too fucked up.
Her cat died on Saturday. No, not only that. What? You thought it's fucking funny that we're freaking out over a little kitten's death? It's not just that we found...Bella...fuck...she was on the porch and...her spine, her spine was ripped out. That's not a fucking accident. And we know it. Chelle was beyond pissed, and she was going insane. We called someone to help us figure out, but it's not like the fucking cops can do anything regarding a dead cat when there's a murderer on the lose.
I need to figure out what to do with Chelle. She came back to school this morning because she couldn't sleep for two days straight (or rather, wouldn't, not with so much nightmares) and now...I don't know. I just don't know.
-Alex
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Feverish
My ankle is finally down to normal, should have mentioned that the other day. I'm not in school today, nor did I go yesterday cause I came down with a horrible fever. Like, really bad, I'm sure it compares to a bad acid trip even though I've never done drugs before.
At one point, I was throwing my stuffed animals at the window, because I thought something or Sarah was out to get me. Which is strange, since I never really talked to her in school, nor did see her before she went missing. I'm staring out my window now, still feeling the effects of this fucking fever since I haven't taken anything to make it go down today... Hahaha, hello person in the window. Say hello.
Bella doesn't look happy and neither does Gilbert, who's trying to hide behind the castle in his bowl. I think I'm just gonna go back to sleep before I see worse waking nightmare hallucinations. Fucking fever...
-Chelle
At one point, I was throwing my stuffed animals at the window, because I thought something or Sarah was out to get me. Which is strange, since I never really talked to her in school, nor did see her before she went missing. I'm staring out my window now, still feeling the effects of this fucking fever since I haven't taken anything to make it go down today... Hahaha, hello person in the window. Say hello.
Bella doesn't look happy and neither does Gilbert, who's trying to hide behind the castle in his bowl. I think I'm just gonna go back to sleep before I see worse waking nightmare hallucinations. Fucking fever...
-Chelle
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Birthday
So, today I turned 18. I'm legal.
School was alright. Yesterday everyone was reluctant to go, but today it was normal as could be. Had English, found out the Canterbury Tales is just as racy as Shakespear's work, lmao.
I drew some fucked up abomination of a drawing. Yay. Maybe I'll post it later. Maybe.
Alex got me a goldfish. She says I'm lucky she didn't let them starve like last time. I named him Gilbert after the goldfish cracker, and Gilbert from Pandora Hearts. He's got black markings along his tail, I think he's gorgeous.
After school, we went straight to the mall to D and B. First we got ice cream, then we got our points to play to our hearts content. I had a conniption when Alex took a fucking picture of me with her camera while I was eating; She KNOWS how much I hate cameras! We played games, got me a large plush of a candy from that giant ass claw machine, the works.
My ears started buzzing at one point (You've felt that before, right? Like in silence, but it's... It's creepy and annoying, that noise coming from inside your head.) and I thought I saw a guy in a suit I knew, some lanky guy. I felt the urge to go towards him to check, but Alex pulled me off to trade in our tickets before I could check if it was just my eyes playing tricks on me.
Ignoring my weird feeling growing in my stomach, I got a giant gummy bear the size of my freaking head. It was bitchin, but I couldn't finish eating it. I DID manage to finish the head though. I felt better then.
Currently, we're at my house, celebrating with the black forest cake I spent the night before cussing over and trying to get it to look right. I was titillated by this cake. TITILLATED! That means exited. :D
Snuck a cherry already, hoping to get a large slice.
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention; My dad got me a pretty bracelet with bone in it, and....
Drumroll....
Get ready...
A laptop. A fucking laptop. So now I guess Ally gets to keep the one we bought, I feel retarded, I'm wondering WHEN my dad started trusting me again, and I'm a little happy. I get anxious without technology or someone to communicate with, for some reason.
So, all in all, my birthday was bitchin. Gotta go now to blow out my candles.
School was alright. Yesterday everyone was reluctant to go, but today it was normal as could be. Had English, found out the Canterbury Tales is just as racy as Shakespear's work, lmao.
I drew some fucked up abomination of a drawing. Yay. Maybe I'll post it later. Maybe.
Alex got me a goldfish. She says I'm lucky she didn't let them starve like last time. I named him Gilbert after the goldfish cracker, and Gilbert from Pandora Hearts. He's got black markings along his tail, I think he's gorgeous.
After school, we went straight to the mall to D and B. First we got ice cream, then we got our points to play to our hearts content. I had a conniption when Alex took a fucking picture of me with her camera while I was eating; She KNOWS how much I hate cameras! We played games, got me a large plush of a candy from that giant ass claw machine, the works.
My ears started buzzing at one point (You've felt that before, right? Like in silence, but it's... It's creepy and annoying, that noise coming from inside your head.) and I thought I saw a guy in a suit I knew, some lanky guy. I felt the urge to go towards him to check, but Alex pulled me off to trade in our tickets before I could check if it was just my eyes playing tricks on me.
Ignoring my weird feeling growing in my stomach, I got a giant gummy bear the size of my freaking head. It was bitchin, but I couldn't finish eating it. I DID manage to finish the head though. I felt better then.
Currently, we're at my house, celebrating with the black forest cake I spent the night before cussing over and trying to get it to look right. I was titillated by this cake. TITILLATED! That means exited. :D
Snuck a cherry already, hoping to get a large slice.
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention; My dad got me a pretty bracelet with bone in it, and....
Drumroll....
Get ready...
A laptop. A fucking laptop. So now I guess Ally gets to keep the one we bought, I feel retarded, I'm wondering WHEN my dad started trusting me again, and I'm a little happy. I get anxious without technology or someone to communicate with, for some reason.
So, all in all, my birthday was bitchin. Gotta go now to blow out my candles.
-Chelle
Monday, September 26, 2011
Tomarrow's the day
No, I'm not heartless. I'm not emotionless. I've been pretty worried for Sasha all time, just said nothing.
But, I can't let something like this hold me back from enjoying my own birthday. Tomorrow, me and Alex are going to Dave and Buster's, gonna kick her ass at games, win a giant tootsie roll if I can, and then brag about it later when we get back.
Cheers to maturity.
-Chelle
But, I can't let something like this hold me back from enjoying my own birthday. Tomorrow, me and Alex are going to Dave and Buster's, gonna kick her ass at games, win a giant tootsie roll if I can, and then brag about it later when we get back.
Cheers to maturity.
-Chelle
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Where has she gone?
I want to be happy and cheerful and stuff about Gwen and Chelle actually finding each other after all this time, but I'm really freaking out. Some people we knew from church called my mother around ten this morning and she went out to have lunch and some grown-up talk with them. My brother went with her and my dad stayed at home so I didn't think anything about it. But I was outside a few minutes ago, playing with B.B, and they came in and something's wrong. The whole neighborhood is freaking out because they found--
Fuck, fuck, fuck, some severed arm, thing, I don't know what and they want to run it through DNA but because Sarah's been missing for a while they're sure it's hers and they don't have any leads or any clues and it's almost like someone planted the fucking thing because it was right in front of our school. Why would anyone do that? She was just a kid, what the fuck happened.
Officials were called and my mother said all her friends are trying to tell everyone to be careful. But be careful of what? I'm scared even though nothing can really happen and they're trying to keep it from going viral for some reason but people are just terrified. I couldn't tell B.B what happened, but when she saw me freaking out, I think went on to ask. If she did, hope they didn't tell her. Oh God, I really hope they didn't. Or that she finds this post. I really shouldn't say or write anything but if I don't--I don't know what I'll do.
I'm panicking for no reason, I didn't even know the girl. But it's terrifying. My brother brushed it off and said the chances of anything happening to us or anyone we're close to are low, but why does he have to act like that? As if ignoring things will be any better.
I don't know if Chelle heard or not. I have to call her and ask her, and tell her I can't go to the library today because my mother's been freaking out since she got back. She's so emotionally this whole thing must scare her so much.
I do hope that through all this, I'll still find a way to celebrate Chelle's birthday. She deserves that, at least. We dont turn eighteen every day.
There...just needed to freak out a little.
-Alex
Fuck, fuck, fuck, some severed arm, thing, I don't know what and they want to run it through DNA but because Sarah's been missing for a while they're sure it's hers and they don't have any leads or any clues and it's almost like someone planted the fucking thing because it was right in front of our school. Why would anyone do that? She was just a kid, what the fuck happened.
Officials were called and my mother said all her friends are trying to tell everyone to be careful. But be careful of what? I'm scared even though nothing can really happen and they're trying to keep it from going viral for some reason but people are just terrified. I couldn't tell B.B what happened, but when she saw me freaking out, I think went on to ask. If she did, hope they didn't tell her. Oh God, I really hope they didn't. Or that she finds this post. I really shouldn't say or write anything but if I don't--I don't know what I'll do.
I'm panicking for no reason, I didn't even know the girl. But it's terrifying. My brother brushed it off and said the chances of anything happening to us or anyone we're close to are low, but why does he have to act like that? As if ignoring things will be any better.
I don't know if Chelle heard or not. I have to call her and ask her, and tell her I can't go to the library today because my mother's been freaking out since she got back. She's so emotionally this whole thing must scare her so much.
I do hope that through all this, I'll still find a way to celebrate Chelle's birthday. She deserves that, at least. We dont turn eighteen every day.
There...just needed to freak out a little.
-Alex
Found
Alright, sorry for anyone freaking out, wondering what was up with me and Gwen. She basically summarized it yesterday with this post, but...
Years ago, before I lived in Florida, I lived somewhere else. I hadn't met my epic heterosexual life partner, Alex, yet. I had friends before though; As a kid, no matter where you were, everyone had a friend. Some imaginary and some real. And then there was Gwen. And our time screaming at each other over what the hell is the point of pawns in chess, it brought up fond memories...
I didn't have any siblings my own age. My little brother was a baby when I met Gwen. And let me tell you something: We absolutely hated each at first. It was amazing.
Fought over /everything/, including over the existence of one of my 'imaginary friends'. Somehow, we bonded over that though. It lasted only for a year though, and then I had to move. Again.
This might be the coolest birthday gift...
-Chelle
P.S: I had a really bad nightmare last night. I was little again, running through a forest I've never been in before. I was being chased by something.
Years ago, before I lived in Florida, I lived somewhere else. I hadn't met my epic heterosexual life partner, Alex, yet. I had friends before though; As a kid, no matter where you were, everyone had a friend. Some imaginary and some real. And then there was Gwen. And our time screaming at each other over what the hell is the point of pawns in chess, it brought up fond memories...
I didn't have any siblings my own age. My little brother was a baby when I met Gwen. And let me tell you something: We absolutely hated each at first. It was amazing.
Fought over /everything/, including over the existence of one of my 'imaginary friends'. Somehow, we bonded over that though. It lasted only for a year though, and then I had to move. Again.
This might be the coolest birthday gift...
-Chelle
P.S: I had a really bad nightmare last night. I was little again, running through a forest I've never been in before. I was being chased by something.
Saturday, September 24, 2011
A bit of a scared, really
Three days now till Chelle turns eighteen. Old-old person. I got the laptop today so I could ramblerambleramble blogblogblog of nothing of importance. I just know I keep writing up and looking stuff on elements. I don't think I'm going to completely fail Chem so that's a good thing. I already know the name and symbol, nowww I just need to memorize the atomic numbers and my life will be complete (we don't really have to do that for class, it just seems like something I'll need eventually xD)
Oh yeah, remember that girl I spoke about? Sarah? She's still missing, so I guess the entire school is on turmoil. I've never had anything happen like that in any school which I attended. I'm really scared for her now, but there's nothing I can do. Worst part is, they don't know if she ran away or got in a crash somewhere far away or something. Really, just...scared...
I hope it gets better for her.
- Alex.
P.S: Because of Chelle's tendency to write huge labels, we're going to get a page of labels at the bottom of this blog without any usefulness from them, so I'm going to start reusing them =w=
P.P.S, by Chelle at library: YOU KNOW THOSE LABELS ARE SEXY, ALLY-KINS!
Besides, a lot of them ARE reusable. You're just jelly because my name is bigger than yours down there... >3
Currently having a chess match with Gwen via a messenger...
Oh yeah, remember that girl I spoke about? Sarah? She's still missing, so I guess the entire school is on turmoil. I've never had anything happen like that in any school which I attended. I'm really scared for her now, but there's nothing I can do. Worst part is, they don't know if she ran away or got in a crash somewhere far away or something. Really, just...scared...
I hope it gets better for her.
- Alex.
P.S: Because of Chelle's tendency to write huge labels, we're going to get a page of labels at the bottom of this blog without any usefulness from them, so I'm going to start reusing them =w=
P.P.S, by Chelle at library: YOU KNOW THOSE LABELS ARE SEXY, ALLY-KINS!
Besides, a lot of them ARE reusable. You're just jelly because my name is bigger than yours down there... >3
Currently having a chess match with Gwen via a messenger...
Friday, September 23, 2011
Wow
I dug through my closet and found my creepy old porcelain doll an old friend gave me when I was younger. It's missing it's eyelashes from one eyes, and it still is missing two fingers it lost all those years ago. Blonde curly hair, bright blue eyes, an old flower-designed dress.... I'd post a picture up if I believed in cameras. Maybe I can scan it's face in my dad's office... Hmmm.
In other news, IWANTTOGOTOHORRORNIGHTSALREADYDAMNIT Dx
4 days until the big 18... I feel old.
My leg's almost alright, for the most part. >:
*Edit: Oh yeah, dad told me somebody called asking for me yesterday, but they didn't leave a name or number. Strange. >.<
-Chelle
In other news, IWANTTOGOTOHORRORNIGHTSALREADYDAMNIT Dx
4 days until the big 18... I feel old.
My leg's almost alright, for the most part. >:
*Edit: Oh yeah, dad told me somebody called asking for me yesterday, but they didn't leave a name or number. Strange. >.<
-Chelle
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
So long...
Since I posted . So my leg wasn't as bad off as I thought, and it's gone down a bit (Though I still can't quite fit my foot into my shoe yet and it still hurts a bit to walk), and my father is still babying me like I'm terminally ill.
I've never seen the man this worried since I was a kid. I remember how he would collect all the phone numbers of all my friends and if neither me or my friends picked up, I'd get my Gameboy Color taken away.
He'd gotten less paranoid as I grew up, but obviously he doesn't know I have access to a computer for something not-school related.... Rebel I am... Not.
Hm, I can't really remember too much besides that about my early childhood, even forgot where I lived before we moved to Florida as a fresh start after...
Well, I don't want to mention the rest, I think that's diving into too personal terrain and I'd rather refrain from that until I'm more comfortable with the internet.
So yeah... OH, also, any new Portal users out there after the free download Valve was offering? I downloaded it to find out this laptop has a crappy graphic card, even though I had the game rotting in my X-box pile, but hey I wanted to relieve memories. : >
-Chelle
I've never seen the man this worried since I was a kid. I remember how he would collect all the phone numbers of all my friends and if neither me or my friends picked up, I'd get my Gameboy Color taken away.
He'd gotten less paranoid as I grew up, but obviously he doesn't know I have access to a computer for something not-school related.... Rebel I am... Not.
Hm, I can't really remember too much besides that about my early childhood, even forgot where I lived before we moved to Florida as a fresh start after...
Well, I don't want to mention the rest, I think that's diving into too personal terrain and I'd rather refrain from that until I'm more comfortable with the internet.
So yeah... OH, also, any new Portal users out there after the free download Valve was offering? I downloaded it to find out this laptop has a crappy graphic card, even though I had the game rotting in my X-box pile, but hey I wanted to relieve memories. : >
-Chelle
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
You'll forgive me soon!
So contrary to my sis's belief, no, Chelle does not need an amputation o.e' but nevertheless, it sucks that she got hurt just a few weeks away from her birthday.
That's right, Chelle's getting olddddd :D Eighteen in September 27. I don't know if she mentioned it (because I'm a fail) but it's her birthday and so we're cheering. I'm not sure what we're doing for the day, but whatever happens, I'll hopefully manage to take pics and post them here. It'll make the bloggy-blog feel more...bloggy.
Yeah...
Also! Because Chelle writes a buttload of stuff on her labels, I decided to redesign in so that the labels are at the bottom of the blog anddd so that right next to the "About Me" thingy, I can post links to some blogs. Gwen gets epic linky-link because of being such an active reader (it srsly just took me like seven times to get the word right. Among the attempts: replier, commenter, commentor, etc -facedesk-) and so does B.B in case anyone wants to read it.
And if I find any more poems...hehe, watch out, Chelle >.>
-Alex
That's right, Chelle's getting olddddd :D Eighteen in September 27. I don't know if she mentioned it (because I'm a fail) but it's her birthday and so we're cheering. I'm not sure what we're doing for the day, but whatever happens, I'll hopefully manage to take pics and post them here. It'll make the bloggy-blog feel more...bloggy.
Yeah...
Also! Because Chelle writes a buttload of stuff on her labels, I decided to redesign in so that the labels are at the bottom of the blog anddd so that right next to the "About Me" thingy, I can post links to some blogs. Gwen gets epic linky-link because of being such an active reader (it srsly just took me like seven times to get the word right. Among the attempts: replier, commenter, commentor, etc -facedesk-) and so does B.B in case anyone wants to read it.
And if I find any more poems...hehe, watch out, Chelle >.>
-Alex
Saturday, September 17, 2011
OW!
I sprained my ankle. It's currently wrapped up, but it freaking hurts. I can't even remember how I tripped now, I just tripped on something and my leg decided not to agree with my foot as my face met floor.
On another note, I got a nosebleed from that, thank god my nose isn't broken, so yeah. Limping on a weekend is not fun.
Also, I need to kill Alex for posting that, I didn't even use any beat or shit for that poem, I just wrote what came to mind! Dx
-Chelle, very annoyed
On another note, I got a nosebleed from that, thank god my nose isn't broken, so yeah. Limping on a weekend is not fun.
Also, I need to kill Alex for posting that, I didn't even use any beat or shit for that poem, I just wrote what came to mind! Dx
-Chelle, very annoyed
Friday, September 16, 2011
Totally not supposed to be doing this but...
It seems Chelle's about to take my spot as the writer in this thing. Not only is she the epic artist who drew that picture of us that serve as our profile pic, but I found a poem she wrote not long ago. Like maybe a day old, tops. I don't know if I'm allowed to post it or not, after all, she might just slap me and delete the profile if she sees it here but...
I don't care! DX I LOVE IT SO I'M POSTING IT!
Gwen, I hope you see it! You're our only reader so far xD. Or well...active reader, so at least one more person should get to see it.
Remember, this is by Chelle, not me!
Dancing wildly
like children,
heart beating so loudly
it's threatening
Vivid images
bright and warm
sweet and bitter
till sun sets under a storm
Where did summer go?
when it was needed most
it flashed and left
as only a ghost
Come forth
and you will see
something else
beside me
What'd I tell you? >D
On a note that will not so likely get me killed, I think my sister B.B heard about this online journal of us and wants to try it out. Aside from that, nothing to report!
Except that American History class is evil.
-Alex
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Gonna go to sleep
So, the neighbor's tree across from my house and my window in my room has no leaves, no nada, and is currently creeping me out. It's Florida man, trees aren't supposed to die like this; STAY GREEN DARN IT.
It's getting late, my eyes are killing me, and I want yogurt or something. So, gonna go to sleep now. Or try to...
-Chelle
It's getting late, my eyes are killing me, and I want yogurt or something. So, gonna go to sleep now. Or try to...
-Chelle
I think...
I'm actually growing a love of poetry, thanks to my English teacher. We read some e.e Cummings today (Not what she said), and My Papa's Waltz. I think I was the only one who figured it was from a more innocent time period where shit like that was common, because I was the only one who hadn't automatically shouted "Child Abuse!"
I mean really, at the age I assume the kid was at, I'd think his height was up to his father's belt, and that him clinging to the man like death was because he had some respect/love for his father. Maybe that's just me, though.
Alex has apocalyptic amounts of homework, so I got the laptop today. I'm exploring the internet and just discovered two things:
Tvtropes and fanfiction....
YOU ARE ALL GOLDFISH.
And tvtropes is going to rot my head. Oh well. Alex can kill me later.
I mean really, at the age I assume the kid was at, I'd think his height was up to his father's belt, and that him clinging to the man like death was because he had some respect/love for his father. Maybe that's just me, though.
Alex has apocalyptic amounts of homework, so I got the laptop today. I'm exploring the internet and just discovered two things:
Tvtropes and fanfiction....
YOU ARE ALL GOLDFISH.
And tvtropes is going to rot my head. Oh well. Alex can kill me later.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
DIBS
I feel happy I finally have the laptop in my possession again. Dunno why, I guess it reassures me to write down the story of my goddamned life. :]
So, last night I actually went to sleep early, shocker, and woke up extremely tired this morning. Weird. My dreams also came up blank again; If I don't have a nightmare, I usually have blank dreams where I don't know if they were good or if I even dreamed. Must be the dream catcher above my bed- I should dump that thing one day, maybe that's why I only have really bad dreams, it's stealing my good ones!
13 more days until my birthday, 13 more days until I'm legally an adult, and 13 more days until the cake isn't a lie.
Had math again today; I'm sooooooo fucking lost. How does anyone UNDERSTAND Pre-cal? It's like the satanic spawn of mind games and math. At least the turtle man doesn't realize I'm bloody clueless...
ELLIPSES-ELLIPSES-ELLIPSES.
I need a kenning for myself. How about "The descendant of Beowulf" or "Faire maiden with cornsilk hair, the color meeting with that of the sky at her fringe"?
Middle English sounds so weird and creepy...
Yeah, I'm going all A.D.H.D on you all now, sorry, I had cuban coffee earlier. The stuff is strong and always makes me bounce off the walls like if you gave Mac from Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends sugar... Or Dog from Cat Dog when he sees a garbage truck... I miss the old cartoons. I don't even watch TV anymore because Cartoon Network has become.... Like all the cartoons currently playing on there threw up on each other. :\
Okay, rambling over. ^.^'
-Chelle
So, last night I actually went to sleep early, shocker, and woke up extremely tired this morning. Weird. My dreams also came up blank again; If I don't have a nightmare, I usually have blank dreams where I don't know if they were good or if I even dreamed. Must be the dream catcher above my bed- I should dump that thing one day, maybe that's why I only have really bad dreams, it's stealing my good ones!
13 more days until my birthday, 13 more days until I'm legally an adult, and 13 more days until the cake isn't a lie.
Had math again today; I'm sooooooo fucking lost. How does anyone UNDERSTAND Pre-cal? It's like the satanic spawn of mind games and math. At least the turtle man doesn't realize I'm bloody clueless...
ELLIPSES-ELLIPSES-ELLIPSES.
I need a kenning for myself. How about "The descendant of Beowulf" or "Faire maiden with cornsilk hair, the color meeting with that of the sky at her fringe"?
Middle English sounds so weird and creepy...
Yeah, I'm going all A.D.H.D on you all now, sorry, I had cuban coffee earlier. The stuff is strong and always makes me bounce off the walls like if you gave Mac from Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends sugar... Or Dog from Cat Dog when he sees a garbage truck... I miss the old cartoons. I don't even watch TV anymore because Cartoon Network has become.... Like all the cartoons currently playing on there threw up on each other. :\
Okay, rambling over. ^.^'
-Chelle
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Library Again-
Ally has the laptop for the night, and I'm at the library even this late, but about to head on out.
It's not my fault I go to sleep late, I just can't seem to sleep. And glad to know the only reason Ally recognizes me is my aqua hair. I need to touch it up soon, along with the blonde, my real color is sprouting out of my roots.
Also, it was Sarah. Not only is Alex unable to remember names or faces, she seems to be going deaf. I don't have Ally's homeroom, but I heard about Sarah when some girls were talking about her.
Real nature lover, she'd always head out to the trails in the park near the ocean. Apparently into photography too, with nature as her favorite subject.
They were musing that she probably lost track of time chasing after a fox or something for a good shoot. Maybe she even set up a little hut or something down there that she's living in, for all we know.
I wouldn't doubt it, I myself have been known to go hours without food over a drawing. Unhealthy? Probably. Worth it? Hell yeah. But, I hope Sarah gets out of the trees soon. Those trails can be confusing at times, and you never know what you'll find in them.
-Chelle
P.S: These blog times must be off, because it's like, 7 PM here... Oh hey, figured how to change it!
It's not my fault I go to sleep late, I just can't seem to sleep. And glad to know the only reason Ally recognizes me is my aqua hair. I need to touch it up soon, along with the blonde, my real color is sprouting out of my roots.
Also, it was Sarah. Not only is Alex unable to remember names or faces, she seems to be going deaf. I don't have Ally's homeroom, but I heard about Sarah when some girls were talking about her.
Real nature lover, she'd always head out to the trails in the park near the ocean. Apparently into photography too, with nature as her favorite subject.
They were musing that she probably lost track of time chasing after a fox or something for a good shoot. Maybe she even set up a little hut or something down there that she's living in, for all we know.
I wouldn't doubt it, I myself have been known to go hours without food over a drawing. Unhealthy? Probably. Worth it? Hell yeah. But, I hope Sarah gets out of the trees soon. Those trails can be confusing at times, and you never know what you'll find in them.
-Chelle
P.S: These blog times must be off, because it's like, 7 PM here... Oh hey, figured how to change it!
Thanks Chelle DX
Welp, guess what two idiots were unbelievably late this morning? What is up with this woman? Dx Poor Chelle was dozing off for most of the morning, during lunch time, and even a bit in the afternoon. I told her if she didn't go to sleep early today and got a good ten hours (yes, ten) she was going to end up passing out in her Pre-Cal class.
My morning more or less began right as my brother had some bipolar, "I'm on the 20's now so I'm obviously better than you" rant, before storming off as my mother yelled after him. My sister just kind of stared at her cereal like it was the newly discovered works of Shakespeare before my dad rescued her and took her to school. It was not a pretty way to start the morning (I still have no clue what all that yelling was about, truth be told), and yet when we got to school today, my homeroom teacher started rambling on about something that had happened. Apparently this girl (can't remember her name. Sasha? Tasha? It was something like that) hasn't been at school for foreverrrr, and she was a good student and really friendly, so I guess some people are worried. She asked us if we'd seen her, but to let you guys in on a little secret, I have no bloody clue what half of my classmates look like, and rarely do I know their names. Sometimes, I even forget what color eyes Chelle has--and she's my best friend. No wonder I'm such a scumbag in her dreams, I can't even remember the simple fact that she has blue eyes. If she hadn't dyed her bangs blue I would probably never pick her out from a crowd of people.
Aside from that, some overload of homework and awkwardness. Lots of awkwardness. That's gotta be a routine in my life.
-Alex
My morning more or less began right as my brother had some bipolar, "I'm on the 20's now so I'm obviously better than you" rant, before storming off as my mother yelled after him. My sister just kind of stared at her cereal like it was the newly discovered works of Shakespeare before my dad rescued her and took her to school. It was not a pretty way to start the morning (I still have no clue what all that yelling was about, truth be told), and yet when we got to school today, my homeroom teacher started rambling on about something that had happened. Apparently this girl (can't remember her name. Sasha? Tasha? It was something like that) hasn't been at school for foreverrrr, and she was a good student and really friendly, so I guess some people are worried. She asked us if we'd seen her, but to let you guys in on a little secret, I have no bloody clue what half of my classmates look like, and rarely do I know their names. Sometimes, I even forget what color eyes Chelle has--and she's my best friend. No wonder I'm such a scumbag in her dreams, I can't even remember the simple fact that she has blue eyes. If she hadn't dyed her bangs blue I would probably never pick her out from a crowd of people.
Aside from that, some overload of homework and awkwardness. Lots of awkwardness. That's gotta be a routine in my life.
-Alex
My alarm didn't go off!
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, Alex's going to kill me! I'm currently shoving some burnt buttered toast down my throat and getting dressed as I type- It's not a pretty sight!
-C
-C
Monday, September 12, 2011
Tired...
It's only 10:30, and I feel so wore out. I didn't eat much dinner tonight and I feel hungry but it's too late to eat.
Oh well. Better sleep now so I can drive myself and Alex to school tomorrow.
"Does it feel like a trial?
Does it trouble your mind the way you trouble mine?
Does it feel like a trial?
Now you're thinking too fast
You're like marbles on glass
Vilify
Don't even try
Vilify
Don't even try
You've got suckers' luck
Have you given up?
Does it feel like a trial?
Does it trouble your mind the way you trouble mine?
Does it feel like a trial?
Did you fall for the same empty answers again?"
I need to stop listening to Exile Vilify before going to sleep...
-Chelle
Oh well. Better sleep now so I can drive myself and Alex to school tomorrow.
"Does it feel like a trial?
Does it trouble your mind the way you trouble mine?
Does it feel like a trial?
Now you're thinking too fast
You're like marbles on glass
Vilify
Don't even try
Vilify
Don't even try
You've got suckers' luck
Have you given up?
Does it feel like a trial?
Does it trouble your mind the way you trouble mine?
Does it feel like a trial?
Did you fall for the same empty answers again?"
I need to stop listening to Exile Vilify before going to sleep...
-Chelle
Better day than Alex, I guess
Only because we did Jeopardy-style review in Marine Science. My team, which we had all agreed to call Team Squirtle [Pokemon], was tied with Team [Insert a nicer part of where we live in Florida here, with an 'A' at the end to gangsterify it], and then the last question tie breaker put us in second place. It was still fun, especially since my team relied on me and a friend the whole time and kept fist bumping us when we got it right almost every time. A class about sea creatures has never been so epic.
Pre-Calculus throws me off though. Why do I need it, anyways? It makes me feel like a retard with everything the teacher says. He reminds me of a turtle too, with his wide eyes that look like they're about to pop out and his neck. Oh god, it's so turtle-y...
And, to answer Alex's post, the language I am taking is Spanish II. ¡Hola! ¿Como estas?
Before anyone asks, yes, I had to learn how to type the gosh darn tildes and upside down stuff. :\
Oh yeah, I had another nightmare last night. I remember I felt very uncomfortable, somebody had pulled out a camera and was trying to film me... God helps the person who tries to even take my picture, I'll beat their ass into the ground and burn their camera in my fire pit. Everyone knows I hate the goddamned things...
Asides the nightmare starting my day, everything was alright. My cat Bella is currently rubbing against my leg, so I'm going to feed her now.
-Chelle
Pre-Calculus throws me off though. Why do I need it, anyways? It makes me feel like a retard with everything the teacher says. He reminds me of a turtle too, with his wide eyes that look like they're about to pop out and his neck. Oh god, it's so turtle-y...
And, to answer Alex's post, the language I am taking is Spanish II. ¡Hola! ¿Como estas?
Before anyone asks, yes, I had to learn how to type the gosh darn tildes and upside down stuff. :\
Oh yeah, I had another nightmare last night. I remember I felt very uncomfortable, somebody had pulled out a camera and was trying to film me... God helps the person who tries to even take my picture, I'll beat their ass into the ground and burn their camera in my fire pit. Everyone knows I hate the goddamned things...
Asides the nightmare starting my day, everything was alright. My cat Bella is currently rubbing against my leg, so I'm going to feed her now.
-Chelle
Talk about awkward...
So on my creative writing class (first time there's ever been an elective like that on my high school--squee!) we had to write a paper about ourselves in the form of a character. As in, make a self insert and make up stories for them. Kind of like a character bio. I didn't get to present today, but the stories read today were awkward, and we're like, so totally suppose to relate to that (insert picture of me flamboyantly flipping my hair and waving my hand). I was expecting a bunch of perfect, angel like Mary Sue's and Stu's to start flowing down from the mouth of today's teen society, but that would have been hoping for something good. Instead, there was about ten thousand papers about characters who were not good enough, pretty enough, smart enough, who wanted to vent out their fears and problems through the world and let their creativity burst from their hearts and to the surface.
Yeah...talk about awkward. I think at some point my teacher just started fiddling around uncomfortably with her pen and the paper she was using to grade us. I expected some to outright admit to rape or murder, the way things were turning, that would have been the least out-of-nowhere thing to say in that class. I was glad for the couple of jokers that went up to describe characters who did insane things (seriously, Chelle would have done great in this class, but she's already taking art, jewelry, and some other requirement--I think it's a language class, can't remember), but aside from that, there was so much doom and gloom.
Gack.
So I still have to write mine...not sure what I'll be saying. She said the characters were suppose to be based off, not...directly us, and that there was no shame in exaggeration. But I am in no way interesting enough to even have a scrap of my life put on for the rest of the world. In fact...why the hell do I have a blog? Nothing interesting ever happens, and nothing ever will. Maybe I just like pretending writing about my life makes me someone.
Oops, about to move into "I'm not perfect, nobody loves me" territory. Better stop now. So for the character...well, there's no shame in exaggerating, no shame in lying. Can't have one without the other, right?
-Alex
Yeah...talk about awkward. I think at some point my teacher just started fiddling around uncomfortably with her pen and the paper she was using to grade us. I expected some to outright admit to rape or murder, the way things were turning, that would have been the least out-of-nowhere thing to say in that class. I was glad for the couple of jokers that went up to describe characters who did insane things (seriously, Chelle would have done great in this class, but she's already taking art, jewelry, and some other requirement--I think it's a language class, can't remember), but aside from that, there was so much doom and gloom.
Gack.
So I still have to write mine...not sure what I'll be saying. She said the characters were suppose to be based off, not...directly us, and that there was no shame in exaggeration. But I am in no way interesting enough to even have a scrap of my life put on for the rest of the world. In fact...why the hell do I have a blog? Nothing interesting ever happens, and nothing ever will. Maybe I just like pretending writing about my life makes me someone.
Oops, about to move into "I'm not perfect, nobody loves me" territory. Better stop now. So for the character...well, there's no shame in exaggerating, no shame in lying. Can't have one without the other, right?
-Alex
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Remember, Pt 2
Hey guys, this is Chelle here. I'm at the library since Alex has the laptop for now, doing some paper.
September 11th. God, that always sends chills up my spine when I remember it.
There have been some reports about the possibility of another attack earlier this week, but it feels eerily quiet and I feel kind of numb.
It's cold in here, pretty empty sans a couple of other people, and somebody keeps thudding into a wall or something, I hope I finish this thing for school soon. Got to go before a librarian or something hunts after me.
-Chelle
September 11th. God, that always sends chills up my spine when I remember it.
There have been some reports about the possibility of another attack earlier this week, but it feels eerily quiet and I feel kind of numb.
It's cold in here, pretty empty sans a couple of other people, and somebody keeps thudding into a wall or something, I hope I finish this thing for school soon. Got to go before a librarian or something hunts after me.
-Chelle
Remember, remember.
"Are you guys ready? Okay. Let's roll!"
Todd Beamer's last words heard by operator Lisa Jefferson at 09:55.
Since around 8 in the morning, I've been watching the memorial of 9/11, all the names being read out and all the clips they show of the people running from the collapsing towers ten years ago. My little sister just kind of sits there watching it, she was only 4 when it happened, but my big brother, who was 11, hasn't stopped sniffing. He hasn't come close to crying (he's too tough to break down in front of us, or at least, he acts that way), but he's going to sit through the entire names, or he wants to at least. All the way till 1 p.m.
What I've been really thinking about is Flight 93, the men in that plane who took a stand and prevented the death of many. It's heroism that I have never been sure if it shall occur again, but I know that at least once a year, somewhere in the world, someone becomes a hero of their story. Sometimes the most random, out of nowhere, normal, everyday people seem to rise against an evil of the world, to protect people they'll never even look at, but know that are there. And I think that's something that should be remembered above all else, on this day.
-Alex.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Can't wait
Anyone else see the theme Horror Nights has planned?
"“To wait for luck is the same as waiting for death.” Are you waiting for Luck?
You are captivated by an intense desire to tempt fate. Your heart races. Your nails dig into your thigh. The taste of blood is on your tongue as you bite down on your lip. Your eyes shift wildly as you contemplate the risk. Desire seduces you…and you forget that the House always wins.
Luck will run out as you are consumed by Universal Orlando Resort’s Halloween Horror Nights 21. People from around the globe will be haunted by “the country’s best Halloween event” (Amusement Today) beginning September 23 at Universal Studios Florida. For 25 nights, screams will fill the darkness as guests discover their fate."
I can't wait for the Gambling theme, oh god, oh god, oh gooooooooood. <3
-Chelle
I can't wait for the Gambling theme, oh god, oh god, oh gooooooooood. <3
-Chelle
Deviantart
Bored. Got a deviantart, found the website through google. Looks promising. :D
http://theartistthewriter.deviantart.com/
Though I introduced it as a shared DA, I'll probably end up using it more than Ally-kins. :\
-Chelle
http://theartistthewriter.deviantart.com/
Though I introduced it as a shared DA, I'll probably end up using it more than Ally-kins. :\
-Chelle
Start off the morning with creepy shit, why don't you?
I should introduce myself, I know, I know. But I think Chelle did much introduction for us, and either way, I'm kind of thinking of something else right now. School's being a pain in the ass and I'm still trying to figure out whether or not I should be studying the periodic table or rolling around in pain after from the evil stomach ache I'm gonna get for eating so much food yesterday. Not my fault, really, Chelle's dad cooks like a five start chef.
So I think Chelle wanted me to tell you guys about the nightmare she had. She didn't really remember much, though. Covered in scratches apparently, bleeding, blood everywhere, and she's running towards me but (great friend that I am) I'm not listening and keep running away from her. Jeez, even in dreams I act like such a scumbag. Anyways, it's not really unusual. Every now and then, Chelle was weird ass dreams. Honestly, it's probably freaking Fire Pony, that bastard's on one of her teacher's room and scares the seniors (it watches them so they don't get pregnant).
Terrifying. Don't try to tell me otherwise! D<
Anyways, here's a quick introduction: I am Alex, sixteen near seventeen in October, Junior, writer, owner of encyclopedias of serial killer, and best friend of Chelle the Artist. I might post some of the things I write every now and then, just to show non-existent readers a bit of what goes through my mind, but that is all~
So I think Chelle wanted me to tell you guys about the nightmare she had. She didn't really remember much, though. Covered in scratches apparently, bleeding, blood everywhere, and she's running towards me but (great friend that I am) I'm not listening and keep running away from her. Jeez, even in dreams I act like such a scumbag. Anyways, it's not really unusual. Every now and then, Chelle was weird ass dreams. Honestly, it's probably freaking Fire Pony, that bastard's on one of her teacher's room and scares the seniors (it watches them so they don't get pregnant).
Terrifying. Don't try to tell me otherwise! D<
Anyways, here's a quick introduction: I am Alex, sixteen near seventeen in October, Junior, writer, owner of encyclopedias of serial killer, and best friend of Chelle the Artist. I might post some of the things I write every now and then, just to show non-existent readers a bit of what goes through my mind, but that is all~
Morning
So I am the one currently in possession of the laptop, since Alex is asleep in her sleeping bag on my floor. Forgot to mention we were having a sleep over tonight. Anyways, I woke up this morning shaking and my heart was racing. I think I had a nightmare, but I can't recall what happened in it. You know how people tell you to keep something by you to write down what you dream before you forget it? It's kinda bullshit in this case, since I'm writing right after I woke up and still don't know what I dreamed about. I'll probably tell Alex about it when she finally wakes up. For now, I'm going to get breakfast, I'm starving.
-Chelle
P.S: What do you guys do when you have a bad dream? Do you just shrug it off, or do you actually think they might mean something? Alex loves to tell me how dreams always have some kind of meaning.
-Chelle
P.S: What do you guys do when you have a bad dream? Do you just shrug it off, or do you actually think they might mean something? Alex loves to tell me how dreams always have some kind of meaning.
Friday, September 9, 2011
Hello, blogger!
Hey guys, I'm new to this site. My name is Michelle, but please call me Chelle. My birthday is coming up and my friend Alex and I finally saved up enough money from birthdays and other occasions to get our own laptop. To celebrate the fact we made such an accomplishment and escaped our child block-happy parents, we made this blog. No more restrictions now, so let us both unchain these wings and soar!
P.S: I'm The Artist, Alex is The Writer, because that's what we are. :D
P.S: I'm The Artist, Alex is The Writer, because that's what we are. :D
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