so...i do want to write. i have a few ideas, concerning the sort of thing i experience, (especially when i am out in california), its called street theater mixed in with a bit of targetted individual. story i want to write about will have a bit of satanic ritual stuff going on, selling one's soul for fame, fortune, power etc..blood sacrifice. idk we'll see...i forgot to mention, at that party, ron fell asleep. its funny! i mean, sad but, hey, ppl want to take pics i mean, who am i to be like, 'those assholes how dare they?" a few of those guys did, but it seems that the one guy, who was talking to ron, (who was a very nice blink 182 type..the freemason) he was extra nice and dorky in a who knows...nice and dorky way...or something? he wanted to take a pic, but dare not. he said, "i cant!" and the prom princess girl knew better NOT to take a pic, i think he motioned at me, like, oh who!??! me!?? oh! oh because i might blog about it!??!
then i just LAUGHED out loud, and smiled like a crazy loon, HA! maybe i can convince these puppets i have more power than they know!??! bcuz yeah!?? i could tell he was afraid i might like, tell on him!??
sorry dude, but i dont even remember your name! i just know you resembled freemason tom delonge, and your nice nerdiness seemed kind of smothered on, like not genuine. more like an act, of course. and the other girl, well she was a 26 year old grown princess, wearing a pouffy prom dress, with a tiara. she was drunk, and she smiled at me like a coy bitch...so coy!
so than this other guy, asian or idk? im sorry, my memory doesnt really remember now...maybe hawaiian, he asked me who i am i said oh, yeah im coming back from the monster fest, im in the midst of writing...(well! i do have some horror ideas, as i just mentioned!!)
i was supposed to be sacrificed?? no not that!?? i thought i was tho...
they are feeling me out. they know i know, but to what extent..would i go?
anyways, next day, after...was the fonda theater..but monday.....monday!?? oh i didnt do anything. i wanted to relax and take it easy. i watched the game...stayed in. did laundry. watched tv..i forget?
ppl wanted to go out tuesday night. i just wanted to go to CVS to get pads...which i needed!! OK!??? but i used meeting up with katie and denali as an excuse not to walk by myself. so we all just met up. i walked to parlour room with denali, met moses and tiffany there, katie was there, and another guy. i didnt want to drink too much tho. i had a few beers. katie called her katy friend...idk? i mean, nothing exciting? then it was closing time, i went to cvs...i would of explained why i buy pads instead of tampons...but katie acted like it was tmi...
its because i cant just wear tampons or it leaks through!! and its too expensive to buy both tamps and pads so i just get pads!! so what?? i dont wear thongs either! too uncomfortable! like an eternal wedgie!?? so whatever!? maybe princess girls wear thongs and tampons, well good for them! HA HAHA!!
TMI!!!
oh yeah, so they wanted to head out, so did i. moses and tiffany left and parlour room was boring, so we went to loaded. i hate loaded. its like, just sitting around, staring at everyone else. no one bothers to talk to you...i just...eh..loaded is dumb. and everyone dresses up like a rackstar. hey if i had more money, id have style. i would do my hair up nice...it would NOT be the style i have now! i would have MORE tattoos, not just 'weird new jersey', id have full sleeve, candy...collarbone...back, other arm..i mean, yeah! (i just realized i said that out loud!! HA! i was just like, uh yeah!??!)
yeah! i would be hot! i know what kind of style i'd want. how i would want to look! plus i would be skinnier. last year i was 125. this year im back to 150, maybe more by now. id do my makeup really cool.........oh whatever!??! i should of been there by now. i should of had my own place. why!?? why do i keep getting deterred? i never used to be like this!?? now i feel like i am getting older, and i should have a kid. i mean, i just wasted all this time!??!
katie is 40 and she is just like, living in a sad small studio apartment. we know george, i mean, hes in his 40s now, still looking for girls...im a nice girl i should have a nice guy...oh whatever i sound like i dont have a mind of my own. maybe i dont?
um, so loaded sucked so we went to burgundy room. (oh also denali is really boring. he talks in a sing song boring way..and his topics are just........dull! i mean!! hes nice! he is! but its like, idk...)
i dont really relate to anyone. its very hard having an actual conversation, with anyone out there! it is! damn, life!!!
so anyways.....we were at burgundy, and i just found myself drawn to the ouija board table.
i used my clear drink (i dont drink beers when im out there. my normal drink out east is a yuengling but they dont have those out west, so i get gin and tonics or like, oh idk...i forget...some kind of fruity drink....) anyways, i put the drink over the ouija board, as a planchette. i was bored...
that night, i had a weird dream. about hot air balloon race (sort of steampunk i suppose) a steampunk guy was in the hot air balloon with these girls. but then, no recollection of this guy was even documented, yet they remember him, but he was gone? it was a race, a hot air balloon race, (ala chipmunk adventure), but somehow, the other team ended up missing. they blamed the girls, for murdering the other balloon...but this guy, he was a time traveller, and he had travelled them all through time, he killed the other ballooners, and disappeared so that it would appear as if those girls murdered the other team...
idk that was the dream i had. i was thinking of turning it into a story, but that would be part of my story. the ouija board gave the idea, (after that i started experiencing mega sleep paralysis, where some sort of dream demon was shaking me violently till i mumbled myself to wake up)...but i was instilled with this story (in my story)....to write about, since i performed a ritual...for fame and fortunes (few days prior i got a slew of 'inspirational' fortunes from fortune cookies)
the story is supposed to catapault my character into fame and fortunes, but i had signed the contract, and in it included a blood sacrifice...(you dont know WHO but in my story it ended up being my sister)...ugh thats awful!!
no!! i did not sign a contract! again, just a story idea...based on true events.
and with that i am going to publish.
i STILL have my plane trip to write about, one that turned into a nightmare, well, it could of been, but i did not allow it too!
*bows down with hat in hand*
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