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

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.

-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~