Sharp Ending
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Denial
Although, even as a dream this was oddly paculiar...especially that...that boy, this very strange boy & the even stranger girl in that...ehm skirt? My memory of the dream is hazy.
Anyway, nothing much else has happened, except mid-terms are coming soon. I better spend some more time studying than rambling online about my dreams.
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Christ
Alright, I was walking back home from the library, nothing out of the ordinary. After walking about a mile I started to hear this odd sound, almost like someone was chanting or singing in the distance.
It only became louder as I marched on.
Eventually it started to hurt my years, it was creepy. It was like the voice of a child, speaking in nursery rhymes to some musical accompaniment.
I shrugged it off as a fluke, just someone listening to it. But as I got closer & closer to my house my eardrums were ready to explode.
I was almost there when on a patch of grass covered in snow I saw the source of it all.
It was a small boy, looked to be around 11 or 12. He had purple hair & his skin was paler than anything I'd ever seen. His look was ice cold, I just felt myself almost freezing by just looking at him. I was terrified.
He kept on singing. It was painful, it was almost like one of those high frequency whistles, but worse.
After a good solid few seconds of this I fell to the ground, holding my ears in agony.
I had no idea what that was, but I was pretty sure it wasn't friendly and was most likely for some reason or another trying to kill me.
A woman swooped in, she was wearing some kind of ehm dress, skirt...I'm not sure. I remember what she looked like, but I'm bad at describing these kind of things.
She had one of these Japanese throwing stars on her. She was quick to grab them from her pouch and throw it in the direction of the boy.
I was falling unconscious, the last thing I remember was the boy charging in our direction.
This morning, I woke up in my bed.
On my night stand was a post-it.
You got lucky, stay out of trouble
~Arazne
I'm really confused & scared now. What...what was that?
Monday, February 11, 2013
Friends
For the sake of their privacy I'm not going to say their names or describe them in any vivid detail. But all I have to say about them is that they are the most amazing group of 3 people I've met.
Nothing really to rant about, I just wanted to say that.
It's still cold as hell outside, my god...sometimes I hate living in Iceland. The summers are alright, but the winters...forget about it, its like a freezer.
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Family
I think the best one at that task is my brother.While he can succumb to the occasional moment of being a real jerk, he is all in all a real sweetheart. I don't think I'd trade him for anything in the world.
Yesterday for example he came to my school, picked me up so that I wouldn't have to walk.
My friends are mystified by the fact that I have a good relationship with my older brother. To me it seems just like all these people are just under some kind of illusion. Where does it say that I can't get along with my brother? How am I freak for having a functional amity with my sibling? It just makes no goddamn sense...!
I also hate the winter, but I guess I can't get too mad at nature. I mean it cant control it.
Saturday, February 9, 2013
Romance
Ah, the most confusing aspect of life that continues to baffle me. Guys just confuse the hell out of me in terms of what they want. I consider myself a rather attractive girl, but because I'm not a cheerleader, am not blonde and have actual interest in things outside of pleasing the everloving will of men I'm appearantly not good enough.
Honestlya and people wonder why I lean torwards girls. But since I rarely like a person without getting to know them, its not like I'm ever really going to find someone in the wastebasket of bimbos known as Kingrich High.
I mean there are some nice girls & some nice guys at this school, but UGH...their appearant love for the Bimbo & Jocks has made it impossible for a regular girl for me to get a date, terrific.
It's ungodly frustrating
Friday, February 8, 2013
Introduction
Introductions are probably in order, my name is Lola. I'm 17, which is a very fun age for a unpopular girl who gets bullied constantly by these god awful bimbos that seem to be so full of themselves, just because some dumb tan guys that think the fact that they can benchpress their bodyweight is going to help them in life.
Speaking of which, I have the strongest urge to just one of these days walk into my school and beat everyone with my umbrella. I mean...none of the people there, at least in my class are decent human beings.
I realize of course an umbrella wouldn't kill them. I don't want that, as much as they have hurt me I can't bring myself to kill a human being.
Sorry for that.
This felt good, really blows off steam.