Dad? You're reading this right? You need to call me.
I just woke up and I think something bad just happened.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Sunday, June 28, 2009
What is this?
I knew something was off about that tracking number on that package. It was code, saying LOOK UNDER. I felt around the label, and one part felt a little thicker. I peel off the label and look:
There's another paper hidden under the label. Unfolded, it looks like this.
Here's a better look at it.
I've been staring at this for hours, and I have no frigging clue. The sun's down now, and I'm going to give in and try to get some sleep. I'm so tired, I almost don't care what happens anymore.
There's another paper hidden under the label. Unfolded, it looks like this.
Here's a better look at it.
I've been staring at this for hours, and I have no frigging clue. The sun's down now, and I'm going to give in and try to get some sleep. I'm so tired, I almost don't care what happens anymore.
Through the Looking Glass
How can I actually write about this? I can't really. I'm sitting alone in my room, the only light coming from the glow of this monitor I'm staring at. I don't even know how long I've been in here. Haven't slept or eaten in three, maybe four days. Afraid to sleep. Ever since I met with. . .
I can't really say that here. Can't say much of anything here. The watchers are watching, aren't you? Then, again, would I be telling you anything you don't already know? Mind going in circles, I guess lack of sleep will to that to a person.
When the hell is my dad coming back? You reading this? I got some questions for you. Answer your cell phone. Do you know what I know about mom? About me?
The earring, I've taken it off. I'm staring at it right now, on the desk next to the PC. Shiny little silver cross, and poor little homophobic Tony has no clue what he was messing with.
God I need to sleep.
I can't really say that here. Can't say much of anything here. The watchers are watching, aren't you? Then, again, would I be telling you anything you don't already know? Mind going in circles, I guess lack of sleep will to that to a person.
When the hell is my dad coming back? You reading this? I got some questions for you. Answer your cell phone. Do you know what I know about mom? About me?
The earring, I've taken it off. I'm staring at it right now, on the desk next to the PC. Shiny little silver cross, and poor little homophobic Tony has no clue what he was messing with.
God I need to sleep.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
The WTFery Continues
Know that scene from Akira where Tetsuo wakes up in the hospital, starts tripping out, and starts seeing giant stuffed animals bleeding milk? I'm sorta feeling like that right about now.
Not only am I getting medieval German illustrations (and props to enaxor414 for identifying the freakish thing.) in FedEx packages with bogus tracking numbers, I'm now getting really screwy e-mails.
UPDATE: Got a couple more e-mails, and some things to think about.
Not only am I getting medieval German illustrations (and props to enaxor414 for identifying the freakish thing.) in FedEx packages with bogus tracking numbers, I'm now getting really screwy e-mails.
UPDATE: Got a couple more e-mails, and some things to think about.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Life is still screwing with me
So I get my computer/cellphone/etc back a week late because my Dad actually read my last blog post. Just my luck he's probably the only one reading this. . .
The good news:
I got the cast off a lot sooner than expected. First follow-up to check the bones are setting correctly, and the doctor says my hand’s in perfect shape. Different doc from the guy in the ER, and he kept talking about the last guy misreading the x-rays. I’ll take it, showering with that thing was a bitch.
The bad news:
I didn’t find out about it till this week, but Mr. Conroy decided to revise his class, slipping in a test while I was on suspension. Our wonderful school policy is no make-up of work missed while you’re suspended. And, guess what? That surprise test is just enough part of the grade that my big zero on it means I can’t pass now, even if I get 100% on the final this Friday. You can’t tell me that prick didn’t plan that. Now I’m looking at summer school. . .
And the weird news:
The pic below isn’t great (what can I say, my camera sucks) but this came in the mail for me. All I can say is WTF? If someone’s trying to freak me out, they’re doing a good job. Who FedExes something like this?
UPDATE: Just went up several notches on the creep meter: the tracking number is bogus, which means this didn’t come via FedEx. Someone hand-delivered the thing. What the hell?
The good news:
I got the cast off a lot sooner than expected. First follow-up to check the bones are setting correctly, and the doctor says my hand’s in perfect shape. Different doc from the guy in the ER, and he kept talking about the last guy misreading the x-rays. I’ll take it, showering with that thing was a bitch.
The bad news:
I didn’t find out about it till this week, but Mr. Conroy decided to revise his class, slipping in a test while I was on suspension. Our wonderful school policy is no make-up of work missed while you’re suspended. And, guess what? That surprise test is just enough part of the grade that my big zero on it means I can’t pass now, even if I get 100% on the final this Friday. You can’t tell me that prick didn’t plan that. Now I’m looking at summer school. . .
And the weird news:
The pic below isn’t great (what can I say, my camera sucks) but this came in the mail for me. All I can say is WTF? If someone’s trying to freak me out, they’re doing a good job. Who FedExes something like this?
UPDATE: Just went up several notches on the creep meter: the tracking number is bogus, which means this didn’t come via FedEx. Someone hand-delivered the thing. What the hell?
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