Monday, December 26, 2011

Breakthrough?

I know I only posted a few days ago, but I think I've made a discovery. It came at the cost of great idiocy, though.

Something came up last night, and I needed to take a walk this morning to clear my head. I didn't really watch where I was going, and I ended up in the city park, on one of the nature trails. Surrounded by trees. Slender Man, trees, and me alone. Not my best idea.

Anyways, While I was out there, I found something odd. I snapped a few pictures with my phone, so I'm sorry for the quality of the images:









































This wouldn't have struck me as out of place, except for the fact that this shelter looks exactly like what Dom and I used to build when we'd play in the woods when we were little. Dom is the more 'outdoorsy' of the two of us now, and I know she'd be able to build something like that pretty easily. I'm going to start checking it out on a daily basis to see if I can find her.

Nobody, signing out.

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Merry Christmas?

I'm sorry about the lack of posts, but things are...well, things are wierd right now. I was really counting on snow for Christmas, but I've got absolutely none. I didn't want it just for the fact that I've had a white Christmas every year since I was born, I also wanted snow to test a hypothesis: Slender Man is never depicted or sighted outside in the snow, to the best of my knowledge, so maybe there's something to the 'Slender Man is a tree spirit' theory and he can't be around in the snow, as it represents some sort of death for him.

But there's no way of knowing right now. I fully expect a Christmas with Slendy staring in from outside. I don't have to worry about other people seeing him; the bastard is always invisible to everyone but me. When everyone around me starts to see him, I'll know that he's tired of playing his little game and is coming for me.

At any rate, I haven't heard anything from that asmodeus freak, so I suppose that's a good sign. I have, however, noticed a black four-door Sedan parked outside my house since December began. No one in the neighborhood drives a vehicle like that, and it's always gone in the morning and back by the time I get home from school. I'm probably just paranoid; one of my neighbors could have a visitor. ...a very, very frequent visitor who hates the hours between 6:30 and 3:00.

But, I digress. I'm still looking for the journal. Dom, if you're alive and reading this, please come back. We had a promise for this Christmas, remember? And if the Slender Man is what made you run, I swear we'll find a way to fight him together.

Merry Christmas, all; Nobody, signing off.

Monday, December 5, 2011

Reality

I went on vacation last weekend to apply for college, figuring that it would help me clear my head. I thought the break might also help me find out where Dom is. She has to be alive and safe, so I'm not really that worried about running out of time.

What I am worried about, though, is the guy in the suit. I saw him again, but not in town. He was outside my hotel, a good five hours away from where I live. Clearly, he's following me or my family. Judging by the fact that he only seems to venture out into the open when I'm by myself, I'm going to guess that I'm the lucky target.

In the sighting I described Tuesday, he was far enough away that I wouldn't have been able to distinguish any facial features. Up at the hotel, though, he had his big ugly head pressed right against the window, showing me quite clearly that he has no face, just a pale, smooth spot of skin.

Well, he's freakishly tall, grew about four extra arms in a suspicious fire, gave me nausea and a headache when I got too close to him, and he has no face. All the traits are there. What I thought was fiction has become reality. That stupid thread in that stupid forum, those stupid movies, and those stupid blogs; they're all real. I was reading and watching them for fun, laughing at the protagonists as they faced some huge force of evil that they couldn't beat (yeah, I consistently cheer for the villains in books and movies), and it's come back to bite me in the ass.

I really hate karmic justice.

Wait a minute...Dom. I showed her the movies. I showed her the blogs. Her journal was about him. I thought she was just giving creative writing a try. This is all my fault.

I need to find that journal.

Nobody, signing out.

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Not a Dream

I haven't posted anything lately, and I'm sorry. I just thought that maybe, just maybe, everyone else was right. Maybe Dom never existed, which means that she never disappeared, which in turn means that I never went crazy and ended up going to a mental institute where I escaped with the help of a very convenient fire.

But I saw him again. I know I said earlier that I couldn't see anything but a silhouette in the smoke, but I know that he's the same person that I saw yesterday morning. He certainly fits the height requirements.

He was just waiting across the street from the school, standing just inside the cover of the trees. By way of explanation, there's a forest across the street from our high school that connects to the city park and the golf course. The science teachers usually use it for all their nature-based lessons and labs.

I can't seem to recall his face, but I know that he stood out to me because he was wearing a full suit. Black jacket, black slacks, black tie, and a bright white shirt. And he was freakishly tall. I must've stared at him for a full minute before the teacher threw a book at me (a small paperback, not a full textbook). My fault, really; I hadn't answered the question he'd asked yet.

Anyways, I'm back on the investigative trail. Seeing this guy just standing there set off the urge to find Dom again. If I find anything out, I'll post it here.

Nobody, signing off.

Monday, November 21, 2011

Curiouser and Curiouser

Before I explain what's been going since Wednesday, you have to understand that I live in a relatively small town. We don't have a mental institution, so our hospital generally takes care of anyone with mental issues unless it's too severe to be handled without the help of a specialist from outside.

Anyways, after the little episode last Wednesday, I was taken to the hospital to see the doctor, and after their initial interrogation and check up, I ended up having to wait for a psychiatrist from a different clinic to arrive. When he did finally get there, he wasn't all that interested in me. He was much more interested in why I wanted to find Dom's journal.

Thinking back, I should've passed it off as a joke gone too far. The psychiatrist decided that I needed to be brought to his clinic, some two hours away, for some more serious evaluation throughout the weekend. By about nine that night, I was there in my own little room, no belt or shoelaces, wearing an itchy, papery white outfit.

The psychiatrist kept asking me the same questions throughout Thursday and Friday, all of them about the journal and who Dom was. I kept telling him the same thing, but he never seemed quite satisfied with what I had to say. I was told that I would need some medicine, or I'd be kept there indefinitely.

Which brings me to Saturday. I was given my first pills to take, and they must've figured that I'd be good and do as I was told. They didn't stay in the room and watch me take them, so I just copied the movies and hid them in a hole in my mattress. I was starting to look for a way out, because I was not going to sit in that room for the rest of my life and just take whatever they gave me like a fricking lab rat.

Turns out I didn't have to do much searching. At about eight o' clock (yeah, shortly after the post by 'asmodeus'), the fire alarms went off. All of the electric locks were released, so I was able to get out. It felt like I walked right into a wall of heat. With the smoke stinging my eyes, I couldn't really see much, and I was in too much of a panic to think to hit the ground. You see, I was on the second floor, and hadn't been paying much attention to where my room was in relation to the fire exits or stairwells.

I must've inhaled too much smoke, or something, because I rounded the corner and saw...well, I don't know what I saw, honestly. It was a silhouette of a man, had to be at least seven feet tall, and he was just standing there with his head cocked. I had the impression that he was looking at me, and I was overpowered by a feeling of intense nausea. As I started to wretch, the smoke must've been playing tricks on me: it almost looked like he had grown six spindly arms. Then I fainted.

I've tried to explain what happened next, but I just can't: I woke up at home, in my own bed, in my own clothes, and instead of smoke, I smelled like petrichor (rain falling on dry ground, I believe). I asked my parents about the fire and the clinic, but they just laughed it off as a nightmare. They'd forgotten the incident like everyone else had forgotten Dom.

Something really strange is at work here. Nobody, signing off.

Saturday, November 19, 2011

..

Have a match,

Little Lion.

Don't look back.

I will only

Help you once;

Keep that in mind.

The next time

You end up caught,

You will be

Responsible

For your own

Escape efforts.

SHHEEWIASNATLSIHVEER
REHEVASNACUOY

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Impossible

You're probably not going to believe me, but I've run into a very...interesting...problem in getting my hands on Dom's journal: no one seems to remember that she ever existed.

I talked to my teacher about getting the journal, and she just stared at me like I'd asked her what the average flight speed of an unladen swallow was. When I tried to remind her of the few occasions on which Dom had really stood out in class (adding accompaniment to poetry readings with her guitar, or when her phone went off during class, offensive ring tone and all), she started to look really worried. Eventually she called the counselor, and lo and behold, he didn't remember Dom either.

As you might guess, I was a little freaked out, so I just ran to her locker and tore it open. There was nothing there. No text books, no assignments, not even one of the pictures she had taped to the inside of the door. There was only a slip of paper inside.

I'll take a picture and upload it later; I've gotta go now. They still looking for me in the hallways.

Nobody, signing out.

Saturday, November 12, 2011

No Luck Yet

Well, it seems this 'asmodeus' prick isn't saying any more. I don't know how he (or she?) hacked Dom's account, but if I ignore him/her/it, he/she/it should go away. I'm not going to let some stupid hacker distract me from finding Dom.

What could distract me, though, is sleep deprivation. For the past few nights I've been getting up at least once for no apparent reason, and then once more because of some dream that I can never remember come morning. Last night, for instance, I suddenly just popped awake at 3:33 (yes, specific time; it's a wierd semi-OCD thing I do) without any real cause. At 4:30 I was awake again, sweating and scared like I haven't been since I was little. If it happens again tonight, I'm going to write down the dream immediately, so I know what it is in the morning.

It occurs to me that Dom might've mentioned something in her English journal about why she left and where she was going. Not likely, I know, but I've got to check it out, just in case. As far as I know, she never picked it up after the last time she turned it in. I'll ask my English teacher if I can have it. In the meantime, please let me know if you see Dom or someone that looks like her.

Nobody, signing out.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

.

You'd best run

Little Lion.

The Hunter

Is Watching you.

IDSOEMERYUONUS

Monday, November 7, 2011

Please Help

I've spent most of the weekend running around town asking anyone if they've seen Dom. According to both of her parents, she holed herself up in her room on Monday night, and they only thought to check and see if she was okay when I showed up and asked if she was there. A few things were missing from her room; a couple of blankets, her backpack, and a small picture of the two of us.

If anyone's seen her, please, let me know. She's about 5'5", Caucasian, blonde hair, and blue eyes. She was last seen wearing a red hoodie with an Operator symbol on the chest and hood. She'll probably have an overstuffed Death Note messenger bag with her. We've got the police looking for her now, but since it's been a week, she's probably long gone, so I'm really relying on anyone out there who might've seen her.

Any help is appreciated. Please, help me find her.

Friday, November 4, 2011

Day Four Out the Door

Three days of writing have passed, and I'm already behind schedule. I blame my plot.

It's a book about a guy who's got some sort of virus in him that's trying to take over, but he's coping with it by painting. Until the feds take his girlfriend, of course, because they think she'll have the virus, too (spoiler: she does), and they basically want to dissect her and figure out how it works. They don't go after the main character because he's either A) too strong, B) not there when they invade his house, or C) some combination of the two. Stereotypical 'save the girl' quest begins.

My problem is that I'm no good with the filler parts of the story. I want to get the plot going, get the story moving, but the last time I did that I was told that the pacing was way off and I needed to slow down, do some build up.

But, I digress. Still no word from Dom, and I'm starting to get a little worried. I'll go by her house later tonight (after I've got my words done) and see if she's sick or something.

Nobody, signing off.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

November

It's finally November. Though I'm sad to see Halloween go, I'm anxious for the launch of Halo: Combat Evolved Anniversary. National Novel Writing Month has just started today, and I'm less anxious about it than suffering a sense of dread. The day is already half over and I haven't even written a single word, let alone started the Word document. ...this does not bode well.

Sadly, Dom isn't here to see me ripping my hair out; she's not in school, and hasn't been answering my texts. Apparently, she's taking it to extreme lengths to avoid me. Well, this post should get her attention, if she's still checking out the blogs: when we started it, she wanted me to refer to her in a gender-neutral fashion (part of that paranoia about the internet that I mentioned earlier), so outing her as a girl should get her either angry enough to bitch me out in person or at least delete the references to gender in this post. Here's hoping I know her as well as I think I do.

Nobody, signing off.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Progress - I've Made None

I haven't asked Dom what's up yet; the moron is avoiding me almost religiously, and tends to escape if I'm seen approaching. I'm beginning to think I might've done something wrong. I really hope not. I suck at apologies.

Anyways, with my birthday out of the way, there are only three more dates in the next month or so that I'm looking forward to: Halloween, the launch of Halo: Combat Evolved Anniversary, and the kick-off of National Novel Writing Month (in that order). Don't get me wrong; I love NaNoWriMo to death, but I also love Halo, which is my number one procrastination station. I never actually finished the first game in the series, so I'm hoping to rectify that wrong with Anniversary. I don't think Halo 2 should get a revamp, though; it's recent enough that if it does get a revamp, it should probably wait until the twentieth anniversary of Halo.

I'm also looking forward to whatever Bungie decides to do next. They've really shown their best with the original Halo trilogy and Reach, and I'm eager to see how they intend to top the series that launched them into fame.

On another note, since Monday I've been waking up at around 3:30 each night (last night and the night before my phone clock read 3:33, but I didn't check the clock on Monday night). I don't know if it's a dream that I don't remember or what, but it's starting to get on my nerves. I don't feel nauseous or sick, I just wake up and fall back asleep a few minutes later. It's just annoying.

Nobody, signing off.

Monday, October 24, 2011

18 Ain't So Bad

Well, I'm eighteen now; birthday was yesterday. Got some cool stuff: free supper, a zombie-related shirt, some duct tape (that crap holds the world together, you know), and an awesome knife from Dom.

Speaking of that, Dom seems to be a lot more subdued than usual lately; doesn't really talk anymore, and as best I can tell, hasn't even visited the blog for a few weeks. I want to ask what's wrong, but I'm not sure it's my place. It could be parental problems, but those are usually brought to me instead of me asking about it.

I got the strongest reaction out of Dom (a bit of a freak-out) when I mentioned using a morphsuit and my 'Sunday best' to be Slender Man for Halloween (which is like my Christmas, by the way). Come to think of it, Dom was also fed up with the Slender Man-related post earlier...

I guess I'll have to buck up and ask Dom if something is wrong, after all.

Nobody, signing off.

Monday, October 17, 2011

Monday. Again.

I guess falling into a weekly schedule won't be so bad. I just don't know why Dom didn't post anything after the last entry. Seemed pretty eager to update the blog at every possible chance.

Well, anyways, this week is a shortened week; Wednesday is the new Friday. Know what that means? Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion marathon Thursday through Sunday. Well, for me, anyways. Either that or Halo: Reach marathon, since I've got enough '2-Day Gold Trial' codes to last me six days. I blame my parents for being cheap and not letting me get a full three-month subscription to Live, at the very least.

But, I digress. This morning was a terrible start. Woke up after a really messed up dream and realized that it wasn't even 6:00AM yet. Couldn't get back to sleep, though, so I just showered and got everything ready for school. I really wish I could remember what my dream was about, though. All I can remember is running and trees.

Oh well. If I had a dime for every nightmare that's ever woken me up, I'd have a pretty solid fortune about now. This is no different than any other bad dream, so I'm not going to waste a lot of time worrying about it.

Nobody, signing out.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Headache

I have one. a major one at that. but I'm back to save you from Nobody's boring weekly blog posts so you can all rejoice now.

I've been coughing and hacking on and off all day, and the headaches haven't helped me focus on schoolwork at all. i'm just glad that i don't have choir like Nobody does. singing like this would probably kill me twice over. or more

But Im back, grammar problems and misspellings included just to annoy my fellow blog author (more like my boss, amirite?). xD

gotta go. I'm getting my Portal costume ready for Halloween. =3

Monday, October 10, 2011

It's Been A Week

Sorry about the lack of posts last week; it was Homecoming, so periods were shortened, and I had other things to worry about besides the blog. Calculus comes to mind. Anyways, now the school schedule is back to the boring-as-hell schedule that normal weeks use, so I'll probably be posting at least once a week.

It seems that Dom isn't feeling so well; I've got a stack of homework in my bag labelled 'D. Stevenson' ready for delivery after school. Most of it is (as you can probably guess) Calculus. Lord, I hate math.

At any rate, between me being sick, homecoming, and Dom getting sick, it looks like this blog is cursed. Not that I believe in curses, mind; the string of bad luck surrounding this little bugger of a blog site simply strikes me as funny. As long as I don't start getting mysterious phone calls and texts inviting me to play a game, or a video tape showing a random circle with a creepy little wellwraith crawling out of it, I think I'll be fine.

So I'll try to get some more posted this week, though probably not a bunch of posts in quick succession.

Nobody signing out.

EDIT: I may re-do the font at the top of each post; as much as I like the Olde English style, it makes "It's Been A Week" look like "Tt's Been U Beef"

Monday, October 3, 2011

It's...ALIVE!!

Well, guess who's back? Yeah, that's right: Nobody. No more endless, arbitrary posts every three days from Dom. We're going back to our regular schedule of...um, nevermind. There was no schedule in the first place, I guess.

Anyways, as Dom said, I was pretty much back to normal by Friday, and for all intensive purposes I was skipping school. Saturday I was back up to 100%, so naturally, I went to a Tim Minchin concert with my dad and uncle.

It. Was. Amazing.

The guy is hilarious, and contrary to what I thought, he actually does more than just sing. He'd stop after a song and take maybe ten minutes to tell a story leading into his next song (the pre-'Lullaby' story was hilarious, if not predictable). Of course, when he got to the song wherein the lyrics consist mainly of 'F*** the motherf***ing Pope,' and invited the audience to sing along, I glanced sideways at my dad, who gave me a look that told me if I did, he wouldn't say anything, but I'd be walking home. Considering it took five and a half hours to drive there at the speed limit, I kept my mouth shut.

So anyways, just wanted to pop on, show you all that I'm still alive, and rub my awesome weekend in your faces.

Nobody, signing off.

Friday, September 30, 2011

30 Days Hath September...

I always hated that poem when i was little. stupid teachers always made me recite it so I knew how many days were in the month and then we had a quiz on it

So pointless -_-;

Anyways today is the last day of september if you weren't already aware of that. which means that tomorrow is the first of october Nobody's favorite month for various reasons: his birthday, and Halloween is pretty much his version of christmas.

It's also homecoming next week, which means a bunch of dressing up and crap. not much for school spirit but i guess it wouldn't kill me to participate in some of the dress up days Class color is black (because were seniors) and I have more than enough black to wear

Nobody should be back next week. he texted me today and told me that he was pretty much back to normal but didnt want to come in on a Friday, since its the last day of the week anyways. he's pretty much just milking it for one more day right now Bastard. I'm bored here T-T

Thats all for now; post laterz

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Feel like hell

I'm just getting over a mild cold but I decided to post an entry anyway. probably have to wipe the keyboard down when I'm done, but meh.

Anyways, Nobody never came to school today so I'm assuming that he's sick. poor guy probably came down with the flu, and he really hates throwing up. I realize that no one enjoys tossing their lunch but i think he has a phobia of it. If he even thinks he's going to he turns really pale and gets all shakey. it would be funny if he werent absolutely miserable when that happens.

in other words, my day has been really dull. I don't really talk to a lot of people other than Nobody, so i pretty much stuck to my sketchbook all day. it's actually kind of strange how i've been drawing a lot of forestscapes and what Nobody referred to as 'sweeping vistas.' I think he just likes throwing big words around; they just look like pretty landscape scenes to me

I did a really cool scene today but my scanner is messed up and i forgot my deviantart account, so I cant get it up right away to show it off. i really wonder why technology hates me so much

That's all I can think to write for now. might post again tomorrow or later in the week , if Nobody isnt back.

Friday, September 23, 2011

Total Dom-ination

Nobody told me to make my own post yesterday so here it is. I'm Dom. that is all.

...and judging by the way he's glaring at me I have to write more than just that. -_-;

as you can probably tell, Im not a complete spelling and punctuation Nazi like Nobody is (for the record he made me capitalize 'nazi' even though I think it would have been fine without the caps) and I also have a firm belief in smileys/emotes. =D waaaaay easier to read someone's emotions when you're talking to them if they toss some emotes at the end of their sentences; i'm not good at reading emotions via text >.>

If you read yesterday's post, you know enough about me. Parents are pricks, Nobody rules, and I'm getting him a knife for his birthday A big one, too.

I'mma go before he makes me go back and correct any errors I made above and deletes all my precious smileys. >.>

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Parents

I just want to state my opinion on an issue here: parents are supposed to protect you and provide for you, not kick you out to a friend's house because you don't want to deal with them.

I'm not talking about personal experience, but Dom's parents certainly fall under the general category of 'bastards' (don't worry, I have permission to rant about this).

Dom had to bunk at my place last night because of 'trouble at home' (read: daddy was in the bottle and mommy had enough 'being motherly' for the week). Completely out of the blue, but it's not the first time this has happened, so my parents were cool with it. We didn't really sleep; mostly, we wipe each other out on video games (read: I take the kills in Halo, but none of the kills in Black Ops) or work on our songs (Dom writes the music, I write the lyrics; totally gonna be big in a few years); nothing too strenuous. Maybe we'll end up knocked out at about 4:30 or 5:00 (at the latest), but we have to wake up right away afterwards, so we're both pretty much zombies the whole next day of school.

Speaking of zombies, I've been thinking about putting my 'bug out bag' together. I know I can't have a fully-stocked one at school (no weapons policy), and same thing probably goes for work, but I should be able to build a substantial one at home, if I add the knife I got at the wedding last weekend (usher gift; didn't make much sense to me, either). It's a really small knife, though, so I dunno...

Anyways, Dom tried to tell me that a zombie bag could just include a power bar, a pistol, and a couple of extra shells. Any other zombie fans out there, please join me after the apocalypse to wave a sad goodbye to zombie Dom.

Nobody, signing out (why the hell does that feel so cheesy to say, and yet so right?)

Monday, September 19, 2011

Guess Who's Back?

Look at the title. Now look at me. Now back to the title. Now back to me. Sadly, the title is not me, but I wrote it, therefore it is something akin to a child of mine. I'm on a horse. Riding backwards.

Anyways, I'm back home and wishing I were still up in Duluth. Something about waking up, looking to the left, and seeing just an endless expanse of blue beats waking up, looking to the left, and seeing the floating gas ball people claim is my sibling. That and not having to deal with teachers and too many other kids my age. That was almost heavenly.

Now I just want to go home and take a nap. Beyond that, my English teacher mixed up my journal with Dom's (they look similar). I looked in Dom's and saw something along the lines of "Well, 'Nobody,' are you trying to turn your Slender Man obsession into a story? I'd like to see you move on now," but it was taken away before I could read much more. In mine, she'd written "Wow, Dom, you really seem to be learning! Not a single correction this time! Good job! A+" (The scores are actually out of ten, not letters, and it's worth pointing out that my journal entries are pretty much spotless when it comes to corrections.)

I'd like to make sure everyone knows that I don't have a Slender Man 'obsession.' I've only seen the video series, I haven't read any of the blogs. Sure, for a while I was stuck drawing Operator symbols all over and drawing the lanky bastard himself when I got bored, but I'm not obsessed. He's a cool idea, but nothing more than that. I'm not going to get paranoid about something that was created on a forum. I've moved on to bigger and better things; the only abomination that will ever terrify me on any level is a zombie, and it will stay that way.

And for the record, I'm not afraid that collective belief in him will create (or has created) a 'tulpa.' No one I know has that kind of imagination, anyways. (Well, Dom was a little scared by the video series, but seems to be completely over it now. Hasn't complained to me about any lingering paranoia, anyways.)

In conclusion: I'm no 'Slender fan,' not to an extreme anyways. I'm more likely to watch Red vs Blue or another machinima (yeah, I'm a Halo fan; deal with it) than catch up on whatever I've missed on the video series.

But, I digress. If I keep going like this, it just might turn into a Slender Blog anyways. I'll try to get more updates at some point, and possibly even post an excerpt of one of my ongoing projects for your viewing. Gotta have some sort of fanbase established before I head off to a publisher, after all.

Nobody, signing out.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Duluth

Well, I made it; I'm up in Duluth. Lots of people in suits walking around at my hotel; a bunch of them are probably here for the wedding, but there are a good deal of them that I don't recognize. Ah well; probably the groom's side of the family (I'm on the bride's side).

At any rate, I got a beautiful view off the balcony on my third-floor room; Lake Superior in all it's glory. I took a vid with my phone, but I forgot my microSD at home, so I can't upload it here. Can't even take the pictures off. I wish my camera were better: the moon is full, and it's got that amazing line of moonlight down the lake, all glowing and shiny and pretty-like... Yeah, I love my life right now. Best part is, I get to skip school for this.

So, I'll be up here another three days, at least. Probably looking at Senior Pics on Sunday, before I come back. Since we're leaving later on Sunday, though, I very well may be able to skip school Monday, too. Parents are saying it'd be alright, given the fact that tomorrow and Saturday are going to be busy as hell, and I really don't function well on minimal sleep.

Nobody, signing off.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

My Long Weekend

I get a long weekend this week. Instead of sticking around in school for all five days, I'm heading up to Duluth, the greatest city in the world, for a wedding. It just so happens that I'll be getting my senior pictures taken up there, so when I get them all developed (or, more likely, downloaded), I'll post one of them here. Dom's too paranoid to do the same, no matter how persuasive I try to be. Moron doesn't even have Facebook.

(For the record, I do know that Dom can read this)

Anyways, I've been really getting into the topic of the Slender Man lately. If you don't already know (*cough*Dom*cough*), Slendy is a tall, faceless man that stalks you and kills you. He can't be seen unless you 'trap' him in place with a camera (there's a whole theory into how that works, but I can't be bothered to write it all up here), or unless you're his target. He also only goes after people that know about him, apparently, so since I haven't seen him, I'm going to assume I'm safe for now.

Being a writer and all, I've thought at a few points that I should start writing a horror story revolving around the Slender Man, since it hasn't been done yet (to my knowledge), but I've already got a lot on my writing plate. I'm almost done with a manuscript that I hope to get on to the editing stage soon, and after that comes the second draft that I can send in to a publishing agent. Maybe when that one sells a bazillion copies and makes me a gazillionaire, I'll start a Slender story. Until then, though, I'm going to stick with what I've got.

But, I digress. I'll be bringing my laptop to the wedding, and unless the hotel I'm staying in pulls an 'Embassy' (my term for the motels that claim free wireless but really make you pay), I should be able to do some posting from there. If not, I'll leave any critical updating to Dom.

Ciao.



JLOFXIJTWPJDF

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Decade

It's been a decade since the September 11th attacks. Though it may be cliche, I remember exactly where I was.

I was sitting in Mrs. [redacted]'s 2nd-grade class, and she was trying to get the television to work to play a movie for us. When it turned on, it was the news, the initial coverage of the attacks. I think at that point, everyone was a little shocked and didn't know what it meant. Dom was there, too (yeah, we've been friends forever), and neither of us really realized that this was an act of terrorism, the prelude to war. We both thought it was an average, run-of-the-mill accident. I wish I could be that naive again.

Of course, I know better now. What followed the attacks was a serious rise in security that I don't think will ever fall back below 'orange,' and a war that has been the source of controversy for the last decade (give or take a few years). I've heard all sorts of conspiracy theories, but I really don't care.

I don't care who attacked us. All I care about is the fact that innocent lives were lost, and are continuing to be lost as I write this. War isn't a heroic thing. War is the product of hatred, and only begets more hatred, which brings still more war. It's a vicious cycle that will never end the way we're going now. This is why I've lost faith in the human race as a whole: we can't look beyond ourselves to see each other. I'm not saying I'm a saint; I'm no different. But I'm trying.

Anyways, on a less serious note, I've discovered that IE9 doesn't work with Blogger, so all my updates are going to have to come from either the school or my laptop (which I'm using right now). I didn't plan on upgrading my laptop to IE9 in the first place, since I'm more accustomed to IE8, but this is just another reason. I'll probably have to get Firefox or Chrome in the future, though. Probably Firefox, because...well, it's a fox. On fire. Who wouldn't like that?

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Well, Here I Am

I don't know why I'm starting this blog, but my friend Dom said that it could help with my writing. So...read the title; here I am.

I'm no good at beginnings, I can tell you that right now. I thought a blog might be a little different than a book, but I guess it's not: I still have no idea how to start it off. I have no clue what to do after it's started either, come to think of it. This probably won't last very long, or get many updates, unless Dom gets on me about it.

Anyways, I'm Nobody, signing off.

...apparently, endings aren't my thing either. -_-;