Sunday, April 25, 2010

Lack of flashlight and Knives... good or bad?

After a few months of careful deliberation (ahem...) it is finally happening. The place where my Connector lives, and possibly was killed, gets to have me visit it. This place is creepy yet peaceful and either gives me shivers or makes me stand at the gate convincing myself it is not a good idea to go in by myself. You know, just in case that serial killer I believe hid out there once is still there or an evil faerie decides to drop the ceiling on my head. Not that a faerie would come to America, much less this stupid town.
I love this building and would mention it but I'm sort of not supposed to be going. But my mom gave me permission (I am a goody-two-shoes dork and also know that it is a good idea to let somebody know you plan on being stupid.) and then continued to lecture me about how when she was my age she would visit old deserted houses all the time with her friends and never once asked permission to do so. Yeah... But then, to top it all off, I was told to take my little brother along in case the cops came. See, I would send him in first and then if I was caught I could legitimately say i had to get him. So then i began contemplating my mother's sanity and whether or not she wants ME to become a Connector. oh, that is a creature I made for a book. they were once human and would explain but, ahahaha, I don't trust strangers without faces.
"Researching" this place, I discovered there is a park by the same name right outside of Hong Kong. Thank you Yahoo for your insight. Because, you know, I planned on randomly hopping on a plane to China today.
And... this blog hates me!!!!!

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Introductions: from I have a plan to oh, I said that?

Today I finally got up the nerve to do something I have been trying to convince myself to do for a good three weeks now. Have a legit conversation with the guy who sits behind me in song writing. We came to the conclusion that he could be a hobo. An insanely obnoxious completely awesome hobo. And I just realized that if my teacher saw this she would have a conniption.
Well, I also accomplished talking to a new person. My introduction? "I don't care if you write a random poem about me. But, FYI, I am beyond weird, so have fun!" then I hopped to my seat like some idiotic rabbit and began writing furiously. she came over began talking about why exactly i am weird. So, even though I am afraid of a creature i came up with, I am not weird. Yeah... okay... what?
Today the debate continued and I said that if I am not weird i most certainly am a nerd and began spouting off words in Celtic and other long lost languages. By Celtic, I mean the words common to all the Celts, not Irish like some people believe. So as I continued with I love tatsus (dragon in Japanese) she just shook her head and laughed. "You're not weird. Or a dork. You're normal."
My mouth gaped open.