Friday, May 25, 2007
My mom was obsessed with H.P. Lovecraft when I was growing up. We lived in this old colonial house in, of course, Rhode Island. We had this well in our front yard, covered by a big grey rock and a little uh, well house? I dunno what you call those. Anyways, she used to tell me that Cthulhu lived in that very well. I had few friends as I kinda lived in the middle of nowhere and went to a private school a half an hour away from home. So, I became fascinated with the concept that Cthulhu lived in MY well. I began writing him notes and drawing pictures which I dropped into the well. I wanted to befriend him. I mean, who wouldn't?! So, today I've done some research about this crazy underwater noise called a "bloop" that scientists recorded. More about this later. :)
Thursday, May 24, 2007
End of Days, Part 1
Marie slumbered peacefully on a Monday morning, blissfully unaware soon her alarm clock would be shrieking the very next minute.
Surely enough, the very next minute, the alarm clock shattered the silence, ushering Marie into another irritating work week. She sighed, hitting the off button. To Marie, this was a perfectly ordinary day. Little did she know, today was her final ordinary day.
Marie went about getting dressed, making her breakfast, and having a strong cup of coffee with her usual cigarette. She fed her lone companion, her cat, before jetting out the front door of her apartment, already fifteen minutes late. The office she worked at was only a few blocks away, so she began running, still half awake. Mornings were not her best time. As she neared the office, she slowed to a walk, trying to catch her breath, on this crisp winter day.
Just then, she ran right into a homeless man bearing a sign about the impending end of days. She apologized, and offered him twenty dollars to get a warm meal. She started walking again, and suddenly turned about when she heard the man thank her. She glanced at him, noticing his mismatched eyes. One was a crisp blue, the other being the color of amber. "It's true, you know," he said with a hacking cough. Marie looked at him, puzzled, "What is?"
The old man laughed hoarsely, "Today is the last day." He said this quite frankly. Marie stared at him for a moment before running up the stairs to her job.
Marie spent the rest of the morning and afternoon at her desk. She had lunch with her fellow co-workers, filed, labeled, and typed up reports. She left shortly after five o'clock, stopping to pick up a quick dinner to throw in her microwave, and renting a movie to doze off to later in the evening. She arrived home, pet her feline companion, had dinner, watched a movie, and fell asleep in her comfy bed. As she feel asleep, she pondered her encounter with the homeless man. She dismissed it, and went off to dreamland.
Marie woke the next morning, cursing under her breath. She hadn't set her alarm clock! As she rubbed the sleep from her grey eyes, she noticed the room was extremely... white. She closed her eyes. She blinked, opening them again. There was nothing. Nothing around her, except her cat, who looked just as confused as her. "This has to be a dream," she mumbled, she stood up, scooping her kitty up into her arms. She started walking, only she seemed to get nowhere. She began to sprint briskly, her growing panic edging in. "Well," she said, pausing, "at least I still have you, my pretty kitty."
"Yes, yes, you do."
Marie looked around, "Hello? Is anyone out there?"
No one seemed to be around, after all there was quite literally nothing. Nothing except Marie and... her cat?! Marie's eyes grew wide, as she almost dropped her feline friend. "Hey," the cat hissed. "Watch it!"
"Oh my god," Marie managed. "I'm nowhere in nothing with a talking cat."
Figuring this just HAD to be a dream, she continued on into the blinding sea of white.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
This is my favorite energy drink. I mean, just look at that lady in the picture. She's just bursting with energy without all those "annoying" peaks and crashes. Anyways, a week or so ago, my boyfriend and I walked to the corner store for cigarettes and drinks. Looking in the energy drink fridge, I noticed a small bottle. It looked neat so I bought it. I haven't had an energy drink for quite a while but, a year ago I was a fiend for these liquid speed drinks.
Hydrive is different. It doesn't have that medicine-y, disgustingly sweet taste. It's like flavored water. And it comes in four flavors. I'm going to have to send the creators something special. Maybe I'll draw a picture of me with lightning bolts coming out of my hands, an empty glowing Hydrive bottle floating in the air above me. Good shite.
The Mütter Museum in Philadelphia. This awesome place is basically a museum for doctors and researchers, but it says the general public can visit too! OMG! I guess the collections are basically of bones, medical anomalies, and such stuff. Highlights include sliced sections of a human head, a giant colon (I've GOT to see that!), 120 human skulls, and eviscerated human bodies. Woohoo! This sounds like the perfect romantic date... It's a shame they don't allow photography though. I want to pose next to the monster colon, perhaps holding that cute conjoined baby up there!
So, tonight, I made myself go to school to take a math test. I got a 70. SO... I have to retake it. The lady there told me that if I had only gotten one more right on my placement test that I took last fall, I'd be in the next class up. They didn't tell me this LAST fall, of course. My boyfriend also pointed out that when in life, are you going to be faced with the following situation (which I have made up to make it sound more dramatic):
She walked home alone that night, through the downpour of rain. She had, of course, not brought an umbrella. The streets were abandoned, the city strangely silent, except for the rain hitting the black pavement. She cursed under her breath that her car had no windshield wipers. That meant she had to walk the five blocks back to her apartment. A sudden sound in an alleyway startled her. Looking over quickly, she saw a shape, possibly a cat?, scurry away from a dumpster. Quickening her pace, she continued, looking back every once in a while. She had the strange feeling she was being followed. Almost to her place of living, she felt a tap on her shoulder. She staggered, frightened, turning around. Her eyes widened, seeing a bizarre figure before her. She was locked in place, wanting to run, but her curious nature kept her there. The figure was that of a blue skinned humanoid creature with sharp teeth like daggers.
"I will let you live if you answer me this one question," it snarled.
Her mouth gaped open, her voice seemed to be lost. Trying again, she asked quietly, "What... are you..?"
The being laughed. "That matters not, mortal. You have one chance to live. Answer me this: what is 67,093 divided by 13 to the sixth power minus 625?"
She struggled to remember the numbers, the difficult question. "I'm not that good with math... mind if I grab a calculator? We're at my flat, afterall," she replied, boldly.
The creature smiled an uneven sharp grin, "No. You are not permitted access to a calculation device. Answer now. Quickly. While I still have my patience about me."
She stared, her eyes wide with fright, "Can I hear that question agai--"
The blue hued visitor's grin grew larger, "Too late," it said. Leaping forward, it's fangs punctured deep wounds into her neck. The world grew smaller and darker to her green eyes. Darker, darker.... blackness and silence.
Woohoo!! Umm, so, not much to say on this one. I'm waiting for my boyfriend to get back home, sitting in bed with my laptop. Our dishwasher is serenading me sweetly (or not so much, it sounds like a gathering of wild animals gnashing their teeth). I got to fix that thing. So loud. Ugh.
Anyways, I found out today that when I type "blog" into Google search, it comes back with 1.5 Million links! OMG. I'll never get noticed but I really don't care. I'm kinda doing this as a project to document my days (however boring) and my favorite sites.
Today I found an awesome blog called My Crazy Roommate, you might notice it in my links section. Damn, that shit is too good. Go read it. Maybe this blog will be better when you come back.