The insane ramblings of a soon to be teenager
You know, that time to switch themes? Or, again, it could be the time to rhyme.
* SPONTANEOUS POEM*
Roses are red,
Violets are red,
Everything is red,
Holy Jesus the garden’s on fire!
-OR-
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I suck at poetry,
Elephants.
*BACK TO BLOG. THANKS FOR YOUR TIME.*
Well, that’s done. I guess there’s nothing else to do. Have fun!
You know, I think the morning is probably the worst time of the day. I don’t mean morning as around 6:00, I mean morning as when you wake up. My reasoning behind this is because you’re all groggy and half-dead(ish). But, the good news is, if you’re up, you get to post on your blog!
Yes. That’s all I’ve got to say about the Hunger Games books. Just yes, that’s it! Really! There’s no amount of words that can describe my appreciation for the creation of the books. This is probably the best series in mankind besides Ranger’s Apprentice. If you’re thinking of reading something else, don’t. Read these. Do it.
Well, the ending of Minecraft was fun. A bit philosophical, and odd. I kind of want to try and figure out the ending narrative, but then again I don’t. Oh well. Plus, I’m also really bored!
You know, getting a new blog really makes a man forget about his old one. It just so happens that I’m one of those people. I’ll sum up recent happenings in this next wall of text.
So, I joined the marching band. I’m one of the best in the trumpet section, my range now reaches 3 octave. I hit the Double C yesterday, meaning 2 above the staff. I was awarded the Most Outstanding First Year student, meaning I’m just awesome like that. I know how to play piano now, and I can transcribe music, but only a little bit. I’ll have to work on both of those skills more. Next, my brother is learning how to play the Saxophone. Woo! I’ve got a YouTube account, called TheDevl. Feel free to subscribe to me if you must. I feel like I’m forgetting something… Oh Yeah! Minecraft’s full release is coming out in a few days! Woohoo!
I went and saw Green Lantern yesterday at the drive-in, and I also saw Hangover Part II. First one was cool, but it was cheesy because the fist thing he did when he was attacked, turned out to be the thing that defeated the bad guy. Hangover Part 2 was a seriously bad movie. Aside from transvestite prostitutes and naked Chinese men, the story was the same from the first one.
SCHOOL’S OUT FOR SUMMER! WOOHOOO EVERYBODY GO INSANE! YEAHAHAHAHEAHEAHEAEHAHAEHAHHAHEHA!
I recently decided to write a short story about my basement. Hope it’s good.
The Basement
I’ve always been afraid of my basement ever since I moved. I mean, the place looks normal. Just your average 2 yard by 2 yard square, with a room for heaters in the back. I’ve never gone back there often because my dad tells me not to. Every time I ask him he replies with the same, bullcrap answer.
“Daddy doesn’t want you to get lost,” he’ll say. I’ll reply to him with the usual okay, a comment of my own sarcasm.
It was only about 2 or 3 days ago when I saw the monster. I planned originally to camp out as far back as I could for a week, but my plans were spoiled by the sound of a door locking and the losing of my key. I brought my laptop down and my cell phone, so I could have internet access. I’ve been down ever since because the door got locked. I packed a few provisions, just so I could last a few days if needed. My phone was on low battery, and my laptop had a crappy wireless adapter. There were no plugs down there, so I decided to use them until they “died.”
I was going as far back as I could until my body decided to quit on me, and I stopped there. I got about 1/4 of a mile, then I quit. I saw something out of the corner of my eye, but I classified it as nothing. When I started to set up my camping area, I heard a little rubble fall in the distance, about 2-3 feet away. Everything was fine until day 2, when I saw the Monster. It was large, I couldn’t see it very well no matter how much my light was on it. It seemed blurred, as if it wasn’t there the whole way. All I can remember mainly was the grin. It had a large grin, spanning from side to side of its “face.” It looked like it was stitched and stretched in a way it shouldn’t be, like the way a broken bone looks. Just out of place. On day 3, it approached me. It was closer then the last day, but still the same faint look. I asked where it came from, and what it was but what it replied with was something I didn’t understand. Probably Sumerian, as it sounded like a mix of Greek and Arabic. I decided it was just a hallucination from the dark, and kept on my adventure. This was when I lost my key to the door.
The last day I remember, day 4, it approached me and calmly said in perfect English, “Leave, and don’t turn back,” I decided to just go to sleep for the rest of the night.
The next day, I found myself, writing in perfect detail, of this event. Though I have no idea what happened, as I turned around it said, “I warned you.”
I just woke up in the hospital. As I look back on these events, I remember my family, and the thoughts I had. My best friend is beside me, and I see my family in the waiting room. They told me I suffered major head trauma, though I survived, and that I was babbling in Sumerian. Something about a thing called, Mulla Xul, the Sumerian word for evil or devil. The gashes on my head look like some blade of unknown metal, or claws. I silently think to myself, “Who are these people?”
The day after that, I remembered a faint memory of the attack. I just saw the thing come at me, but I never blocked it. I remember being in some sort of paralyzed state, much like some people having a dream. The blade It had was about 3-4 inches long, and there were 3 of them. They were made of a black metal, and seemed to be extruding from his hands. Like fingers, but pointier. The thing attacked me a few seconds after I looked back at it, and I didn’t remember anything after that.