Showing posts with label creepy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label creepy. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

I feel all covered in tar...

...because I totally just woke up half an hour ago. Ugh. I need to stop sleeping in.

Welp. Wasted most of the day anyways. Probably going to spend the rest in the basement playing Sly 2.

Oh...and...Seth finally got back to my text. Here's a tip for the future: Auntie Bran will worry needlessly if you disappear for a few days. She will then proceed to have a heart attack if your explanation is vague or creepy. And she will end up being furious when she finds out there was nothing to worry about and you're just trying to be "clever".
Ugh...that boy...
Well...it went something like this...

Me: Seth? Hey, what've you been up to?
Seth: Running.
Me: What?
Seth: He's after me.
Me: Who?
Seth: Unimportant.
Me: No, I think it is.
Seth: Stayawayfromthetrees
Me: Um...
Seth: Hewatches
Me: Seth...
Seth: Heseesme...
Me: Stop it. I think I'm about to have an anxiety attack.
Seth: IT'SALREADYTOOLATE
Me: SETH!
(about twenty minutes passes)
Seth: Haha...sorry. I was just quoting something.
Me: What?!
Seth: This thing I watched.
Me: What's the matter with you?! That wasn't funny.
Seth: Sorry.
Me: Fine...what did you watch?

He then proceeded to say it wasn't important and kept trying to dodge the question. I eventually got it out of him.

What in Thor's name is Marble Hornets?

Sunday, December 19, 2010

TIEM FOR HEAD BANGIN OFF DESK NAO

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I don't even care about this paper anymore. It's done. It will be edited and given a cover page when I get it back from my sister but by god I am not writing anymore.

Don't. even. care.

I could lose right now. This lady could take my paper and automatically say it sucks and throw it in an incinerator and I would be cool with it.

It's not that the paper sucks. It's pretty good, I think. I AM JUST SO FREAKIN' TIRED OF COMPETITIONS.

Completely unrelated: a friend of mine has been sending me creepy text messages (creepy as in I worry for him, not for myself). I play along, and then we laugh about it. I don't know. It's pretty uncharacteristic. I think he's been watching too much paranormal stuff again.