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| Sunday, July 12th, 2009 | | 10:42 pm |
You were my best friend then...
...but I should have seen it coming. It was summer time and things had been strange between us for a while. But you came by for something or the other and mentioned you were going to walk over to Reanelles house, so without thinking I told you that it sounded awesome and that I would walk with you. I noticed then that it was awkward all the sudden; that it was just as awkward the entire walk there. I had the feeling I shouldn't have come, but there's nothing I could do about it now. We got there, went inside and it only took a few minutes before we were sitting on her floor as she lit up a pipe and took a long hit. I sat there not quite knowing what to do. She passed it to her 8 year old brother. He innocently did the same thing, but with more coughing. She offered it to me and I said "No, I'm out of here." I looked at you and you gave a worried look back. I walked out the bedroom door and I sat on the couch and counted to 16. It's how old you were, and if it took you longer than that to leave that room, I didn't need to be your friend anymore. As I'm nearing the sweet number I hear a small child crying. I reach 16, stand up and walk towards the front door. In a bedroom on the way I see Reanelles youngest brother crying, half dressed with poop all over the place. I walk out the door and you caught up with me, a little too winded, a few blocks later. Do not pass go, do not collect 200 dollars. | | Saturday, July 11th, 2009 | | 11:12 am |
We were running around with waterguns...
...probably playing cops and robbers or something; me and Cameron were lagging behind Jared. He ran through the front door, so we followed. He ran through the house all the way to the back door, which was in the kitchen. Through my room, into the kitchen, only to stop in surprise at what he saw. The back door was open. There was a man in all black, wearing a skull mask, making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Me and Cam entered the kitchen and came to a screetching halt behind our brother. The guy promptly finished up his sandwich and leaving everything on the counter, he put the two pieces of bread together and ran out the back door, up the street and disapeared. We continued playing waterguns. | | Friday, July 10th, 2009 | | 1:56 pm |
My father was so mad...
...like always, about something that I don't even remember, because he was always mad about something. This time it was the typical mad, so the first option is to yell at you to go clean your room. The house was pretty open, hardwood floors and well over 150 years old at that point. Sent to my room, i began something kind of like cleaning, definately not the best job a 10 year old could have done. My brothers and Joanne joined me, we sat talking and piddlin' around with the things on the floor. As i was cleaning underneath a small table at the foot of the bed i never slept in, i saw something mysterious. What was this thing? After everyone looked at it, we determined it was a hornets nest, stuck about an inch from the floor on the baseboard, long and slender. We got some hornet spray from under the kitchen sink. The kitchen was only a doorless doorway away, directly above my room on the tilty foundation of the house on 14th street. We coated that sucker in so much foamy-hornet-killing goodness that it looked like santas beard was stuck to my wall. We were waiting for it to take action when the hornets nest falls off the wall and rolls out from under the table. Cameron looks at it and and yells "That's not a hornets nest! That's a roasted weenie!" We all laughed and my father heard. He comes in, fuming mad, sees us all sitting around and yells "Y'all make me as mad as a wet hornet!" BWAHHHHHHH. | | Wednesday, July 8th, 2009 | | 1:22 pm |
When I was in the 2nd grade...
...I was in the cafeteria, walking to the trash can to throw the remainder of my lunch away. This included a small carton of chocolate milk, which spilled all down my shirt when some jerk-kid ran into me. I was sent to the nurses office where she would take my shirt, give me a loander T for the day and I would come back and put my own, clean and washed shirt on to go home in. I walked in the office and there was the nurse-I do not recall her name. She looked sort of like Egon from Ghost Busters; really tall redish brown hair, round glasses and always wore a white lab coat. Now that I look back she probably batted for the Coldspring Meat Curtains, if you know what I mean. Well, she was pacing frantically in a few small circles talking on the phone loudly. Something about how "you have to come down here now, this can't wait" etc. She looked over at me and I pointed at my kitty-cat shirt all covered in chocolate milk; I looked at her and she pointed over to the shelf around the corner where the clean loaner shirts were. I walked around the corner and much to my surprise there was a very small boy, probably a little younger than myself at the time, wearing really tight blue jeans with his legs shaking like a new born calf. He stood in a plastic grocery bag; a terrified look on his face and tons and tons of soft mooshy shit running out of his waistband, slurping down into the plastic bag-which was much, much too full for the size of this small, chihuahua like boy. It was literally like a poo fountain coming from the boys wranglers. I promptly chose a green shirt and left as fast as I could. | | Sunday, July 5th, 2009 | | 11:32 pm |
When I was in the third grade
me, some of my brothers, my friend Vicky and her sisters were all bored one summer. We saw each other this same time every weekday so we could all go to the intermediate school and get free lunch. While waiting for this to happen we would wander the neighborhood and do...nothing. One time we found an alligator snapping turtle who was laying eggs. Another time we went into Ruby's house and Jared found a perfectly good pair of scissors and a perfectly good pad lock, where he bolted the scissors together with the lock so no one could use them. Ruby's house was an abandoned, half burned house across the street from our own. Nothing fun in there really, just lots of christmas dectorations from the 70's and a mummified rat or two. One bored summer afternoon we decided to go into another abandoned house near down the road. The door was locked, so we boosted Liz and Jared into the bathroom window, who then crawled out of the tub and let us all in the front door. The house was pristine; like someone had woken up in 1979 and decided to leave and never come back. The dishes were in the cabinet, the tv was gathering dust, the beds blankets were turned over and the clothes were packed out of the closet. There was a porcelain cat on top of the ancient tv; it was oddly facing the mirror on the wall behind it, as someone noted when we first came in. Later, after efficiently digging through everything and taking nothing, someone else noticed the porcelain cat was now facing us instead of the wall. Needless to say, we got freaked out and left. No one ever came home to that house. | | 8:04 pm |
| | Thursday, July 2nd, 2009 | | 2:10 am |
| | Monday, June 8th, 2009 | | 3:10 pm |
| | Saturday, May 30th, 2009 | | 4:06 pm |
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| | Wednesday, May 6th, 2009 | | 1:33 pm |
| | Tuesday, April 28th, 2009 | | 11:37 pm |
I love finding stuff.
so i love to find things. peoples notes, papers, drawings, anything. eric found a journal of a young boy (i presume around 7-8) who seems rather young, but uses larger words and words things in ways that kids his age probably wouldn't, a bit mature. anyways, most of the journal was the diary of a long camping trip he was on, including: "My Challenges keeping pace with the group eating all my lunch not waking up in the night temperature control stress" and "What have I learned? even dry algae is slick life is not abundant in tide pools mushy sand is hard to walk in fire is hard to start" etc. some of the other days are just a diary of that day. here is the money though. "I never knew if this happened or not. It was a dark night. i had fallen asleep hours before, and then woke up for no discernable reason. I looked up at my dresser as a beam of light scanned the room. There was a small figure on it. It had green almond-shaped eyes and a rectangular box as a head. It had a cylinder neck and no body that i could see. It continued sweeping the room with its eyes, and i hoped it could not see me. Everytime the Creature scanned across my area, i ducked beneath the blanket, and then came back out to observe it. After a while of this, I got tired of continually ducking under, so I stayed under and eventually went to sleep again. When i woke up, there was no trace of the Creature anywhere." yeah. i love finding things. | | Friday, March 13th, 2009 | | 4:26 pm |
| | Thursday, February 12th, 2009 | | 9:53 am |
| | Wednesday, February 11th, 2009 | | 11:01 am |
| | Friday, February 6th, 2009 | | 2:57 pm |
| | Thursday, February 5th, 2009 | | 2:05 pm |
| | Thursday, January 8th, 2009 | | 4:24 pm |
| | Monday, January 5th, 2009 | | 10:51 am |
| | Friday, January 2nd, 2009 | | 11:10 am |
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