Okay, as you can probably tell from the title, everything is not right in paradise. Nick might like me =D but yesterday I woke up and there was a small nick on my wrist. I didn't think much of it, because it obviously didn't bleed much if at all, so all it did was sting a little. And with my brother being who he is and me being as clumsy as I usually am, I've had way worse pain, not to mention the mental pain caused by me sometimes, and the constand drama always happening in my life- I'm getting so off topic! Whatever. That's what *my* blog is about. And I can say whatever the hell I want! So, anyway, the weird thing is that this morning I woke up and there was another nick in the same place, the same size, exept it was on my other wrist. It's freaky! Maybe... no, it couldn't be my bed, I was at my mom's two nights ago and I was at my dad's last night... the only explanation I can come up with is that something is very very wrong in my life and only my subconsiousness has recognized it, while my consiousness doesn't see it. Either that or it's really terrible and it was in my consiosness but my mind has blocked it because it was extremely painful... now that I say that, I can't remember anything that happened when I was walking home. I don't know what it is, and until I can look it up on wrongdiagnosis.com I'm drawing the conclusion that I'm sleep walking... or is it sleepwalking? The first one looks better. So, anyway, my conclusion is that I "get up" around two in the morning when everyone is asleep, even Josh- and walk into the bathroom where, shockingly, there are razors. And, still asleep, I just put a small mark on my wrist. Not enough for people to notice when I wave to them, but enough to sting when I wake up and so I can see it. Tonight, I'm locking the doors to my room and get anything sharp out! I have been rather stressed latley, but I thought that was just from all the tests and stuff. Is it really something worse? I don't think it's either of my parents' signifiacnt others, but Sloan really pisses me off sometimes. Joel is totally cool, though. He's a gentleman, like Nick when we're in Science class together in our assigned seats right next t0 each other. I ran into some AWESOME karma this week! Damn. Whatever. Okay, Tuesday night... what happened during the day? The inauguration- I'm pretty damn sure it has nothing to do with Obama. Oh, that was also the day I found out Nick liked me and the day I read the part of Dracula where Jonathan (the idiot) climbs up into Dracula's room, pries open the coffin, and sees him lying there, simply engorged with blood. It sounded a lot more horrible when Bram Stoker wrote it- trust me! So I don't know what the hell it is, whether it's one of the above or something else entirely, but it's freaking scary! Oh, have I mentioned that my dad's house is haunted? That's why his cat was so bitchy and I can't sleep and sometimes I hear the voice of someone sadder than me flowing through my ears. But Polly- that's her name, it's carved into the wall of the basement- isn't like The Poltergeist or something, she's like the ghosts in Beetleguice (I'm sure I spelled that wrong) and at times I'll feel something cold on my cheek. I know she's there. And if I sound childish for beleiving in ghosts, too bad. I do, and I have proof. Whnever I leave something on my desk- music, papers, whatever- I'll go get something to eat or something and I'll come back and they'll be gone! I'll scrounge around on the floor, totally confused, step on an earring, which I did, and that hurt like HELL, and I'll look back on my desk and there's whatever I was missing, just where I put it before I left! It's freaky! And it doesn't help that I'm ghostly pale myself (for the most part, unless someone says something that makes me blush, which isn't hard. Just mention Nick and my heart will speed up and I'll probably blush) and I sort of have that ghostly aura. Pale sapphire eyes, long eyelashes, sholder-length blonde hair falling in front of my eyes, kinda promeninent cheekbones, and the boniest chest a girl could possibly have. (I just mean my ribs. My *cough* chest is average-sized, I guess. Maybe a little bigger.)
Yeah. Like I said earlier, my blog is all about the random!
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