Some woman killed herself in our upstairs bath tub.
Not recently...but she did kill herself in the bathroom up there, and it turns out that they actually never replaced the tub, even though I was told that they did. Oh well.
Sometimes I think her ghost is one of the ones haunting this house. Not everything that happens here could be explained by latent psychic phenomena, could it?
Sometimes I want to call her out, to see if she's there - and to see if I can. Can't be stronger than me; she killed herself.
hmm...I was downtown today (gasp), and there was some guy down there on a microphone, preaching to a public that seemed to want to ignore him. I don't know if it was all the things he said they were doing that were sins, or the songs he was playing on his gee-tar. See, country-like music ain't exactly the most popular thing 'round heah.
This wasn't the first time I've seen him there, either...and he has this other guy who stands outside the Terminal Tower giving people little pamphlets telling them they'll go to Hell if they don't confess their sins to the one and only Lord Jesus Christ. Since we
ourselves are not God, who better to call upon in times of distress?
I stopped myself from starting a scene. Part of me wanted to, though.
My old TV is dying. Well, I think it is. It's done this before; started making this hissing noise sometimes. I notice that it seems to do it more when it's displaying more dark than light. Oh, speaking of dark, it was showing the picture a lot darker than normal, that's never happened before...doesn't seem to be doing that now though. Can't really say I'm surprised, though. I've had that TV since before I entered kindergarten.
And why does blogger always say this blog's post count is 18? It's said that for the last 10 posts or so, which means it has to have been wrong at some point; I haven't deleted anything.
I am at school. Normally I don't feel an impulse to blog while here - or anywhere, for that matter - but something happened today that I really feel was blogworthy.
Ok, if you're one of those people who generally thinks things are 'gross' - actual use of the word is a clear sign - you may not want to read the part of this document enclosed by the ==='s, because apparently it is "gross." I'm quoting it from a pamphlet one of the many - many - on-campus activist groups put out.
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You've seen the video, right? The three drunk boys videotaped the whole thing. You can see David laughing, he's wearing rubber gloves so he won't get any blood or guts on his hands....then he bites a rear leg off the hamster. The hamster cries out in pain and Dave, barely able to control his laughter, sticks the hamster's head in his mouth, bites down as hard as he can, and uses his hands to tear the hamster's body away from its head. He spits out the head... and keeps laughing. Imagine what that would feel like if you were Dave. A little thing squirming to free itself, and you stick its crying furry head into your mouth, and chomp on its neck.... and then the ripping and tearing of its tiny windpipe and neck-bones and muscles and skin...the veins squirting hot thick blood into your throat...
Grossed out yet? Then I wouldn't suggest watching the video.
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"Grossed out yet"? I was thoroughly engaged...in fact, I was eating pizza while reading the whole thing. It didn't even strike me as the type of thing that could be "gross". Could have something to do with the low regard I give to suffering. Or perhaps my currently latent blood fetish. But either way, it was just information to me. Just words, about something that happened on campus recently. Well, not recently; maybe 4 months ago? I don't feel like stopping to go back and check. I imagine the main reason I'm able to look at the situation in such a manner - without going into my physiology and psychology - is the fact that it wasn't
me getting
my leg ripped off, and my head bit off. I can assure you I would probably fight back a little more than the hamster did. Probably.
Oh, and for the people who skipped the part in the === (if anyone actually did), I may have just 'spoiled' what was there, but I didn't go into as much detail as the pamphlet did. Go back and read it if you don't believe me.
Pizza Hut's pepperoni sometimes has a slight "caffinated" taste to it. I hope that's not a bad sign...
Nothing much to report other than that. If I think of something later today, I'll do an edit.
Happy birthday to me,
Happy birthday to me.
Happy birthday to me...
Happy birthday to me!
And what do I get on this, my birthday, of all days? What gift or recognition comes with the day that marks my survival on this planet for nineteen - give or take - complete revolutions around its sun?
About 9 hours at school and another person asking to borrow money.
Not that I expect too much more, in my current position I can't expect the universe to shut down because of an imaginary holiday. I can't remember the last time my birthday was celebrated, or that I received a gift other than some token amount of money.
Not that I care...about any of that, really. Nothing really matters to me...
[All ripped songs (c) their respective owners]
I was in the store with my grandparents today...they bought a new DVD player just so they could watch The Passion of the Christ. I guess they're going to watch it tonight...I hope I don't laugh at some inappropriate time...
