| Friday, October 31st, 2003 |
| 4:27 pm |
Finally!
I finally escaped from those stupid puny monkeys and am near a computer again. Right now I'm in Florida to hide out for awhile. Hopefully I'll be able to get back to New York soon. I'm thinking of taking a flight back tomorrow. Then I'll get my revenge on those stupid puny monkeys. |
| Tuesday, August 12th, 2003 |
| 2:08 pm |
Day 290
Fuck, the monkies got reinforcements. Dunno how much longer I can keep them away. Update again tomorrow. |
| Wednesday, August 6th, 2003 |
| 10:21 pm |
Day 284
Moo... more monkeys.... I should probably just give up. |
| Monday, August 4th, 2003 |
| 3:22 pm |
Day 282
Fought off monkey with spinning stick thing. Stupid monkey never knew what hit him. Will update as more monkeys are brained. |
| Thursday, July 31st, 2003 |
| 1:48 pm |
Day 278
Quick update while the monkeys are distracted. Well, not really. Quick pondering at least. Have you ever noticed how people act differently around different friends such that they essentially seem like a different person? I wonder sometimes how I could meet the other person that is the same person I'm friends with. |
| Sunday, January 19th, 2003 |
| 7:17 pm |
Day 85
Well, I've realized anyone listed on my friends list is probably interested in reading this journal. So, I'll add anyone that is on there so they can see my entries. |
| Wednesday, January 15th, 2003 |
| 2:04 pm |
Day 81
Feh. So no one seems to really care about what I write anyway. Only one person even tried to help with the problems I've been having lately. So fine, I'll just get rid of all you people that clearly don't care about this journal and make it "friends only". |
| Sunday, January 12th, 2003 |
| 2:49 pm |
Day 78 Part 2
I've gone back and reformatted day 69 and day 75 part 2 to make them easier to read. Whatever wrote them clearly doesn't understand formatting. So, maybe that's another clue as to what happened. In any case, I'll keep them around for reference. |
| 1:47 pm |
Day 78
Ok, I know I didn't write that last entry. I don't even know where it came from. That's the second time that happened. I don't even rememebr thinking that one though... maybe someone hacked into my account? I'm not really sure. Does anyone have any idea how that could've happened? Any ideas would be helpful. |
| Thursday, January 9th, 2003 |
| 4:57 pm |
Day 75 Part 2
Look into the eastern sky, the moons light up both red and white. The space between them, devoid of life, wants to be a part of them. "No" they say. "You are not solid. You are not water. You are not even air. You have no place here. Stay where you are." It cannot speak, cannot be heard, can only hear the reply. "No, stay where you are." Everytime it goes towards it, Red moves away further. The white dodges it with ease. "No, stay where you are," they reply. On the ground, look up. See the moons, red and white. The space between them changes. Growing smaller, growing larger. In space, the space wants to be with the moons. It keeps moving and never reaches them, always overshooting in one way or another. Looking up, the monkey wonders where it left it's food. The moons say "Stay where you are, we don't want you." Looking down, the space wonders if it should move on. Looking down, it falls. The space is gone and the moons collide. |
| 4:54 pm |
Day 75
So I looked at my lj entries and just saw the previous one. I didn't write it, at least I don't think I did. Well, that's not quite correct. I had those thoughts. It was a dream... I think. Well, I don't see what else it could have been. I know I didn't type it up and put it in here though. But I must have, since it's there and I don't know who else would have put it. I'm confused. And tired. I should sleep. |
| Friday, January 3rd, 2003 |
| 10:15 pm |
Day 69
Trapped in a cave, but from where and when it came I don't know. It's dark in here, like a half moonlit night. But I can see darker shapes on the edges and sometimes right in front of me. I think something happened to me when I was in that land of alcohol, chocolate and elves. I'm not at a computer, am I? No, there's no light, no monitor. But I can see the screen clearly. Am I typing this? I can feel the keyboard beneath my fingers, but it's slimy. Each key I touch is slippery, slightly sticky. I think it's leaving a residue on my fingers. But that can't be, I'm not really typing. This is probably all a dream. Does anyone ever think that when they dream? And believe it? Or is it what they say about insanity. You're only truly insane if you think you're sane. You're only truly dreaming if you think you're awake. Who said that? Maybe no one. I just did though. I don't think I'm dreaming, so maybe I am. If I cut myself will I bleed and feel pain? Would I feel pain if I were dreaming? How am I supposed to know? The darker figures around me keep swishing back and forth in the wind like donkey ears. Why did I use that analogy? It's a horrible one. If I thought I was dreaming, could I ever really believe it? Could I think that I'm not here, even though I see things and feel them, yet they don't make sense, like I'm an angsty teenager in high school. Was high school a dream? Maybe there's no separation. I go from dreaming to awake and that's why I remember things no one else does and other people remember things that I don't. They never happened and were only dreamed up by someone. The shades are drawing closer. I reach out my hand to touch one and I pass through it. Nothing but a chill going through me, but only where we meet. No further. It's a strange sensation to feel half your arm chilling and freezing and the other half warm. I think I'll step into the shades. |
| Friday, December 27th, 2002 |
| 1:42 pm |
Day 62
It's been awhile. I haven't been at a computer much recently. I found a secret passage under the floorboards in my basement. Went through a land filled with alcohol, chocolate and elves. Got out underneath a strange restaurant in the middle of no where. Some mexican guy told me how to get to a bus terminal. So, I'm sitting here now, at the bus terminal. Not much time though, a bus is coming. I'll update more later. |
| Sunday, December 15th, 2002 |
| 11:40 am |
Day 50
Still stuck. There are more monkeys than before. I'd guess around 10 now. One is dressed as a pirate and keeps going "Aar!" One of them threw a book called "One, No One & One Hundred Thousand" through the front window and ran away screaming incoherently. Not like anyone cares anyway. |
| Wednesday, December 11th, 2002 |
| 10:39 pm |
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| Sunday, December 8th, 2002 |
| 2:19 pm |
Day 43
So, I'm stuck in the basement on a computer I found down here. I don't actually know why it was down here, but it's pretty lucky that it was. The Monkey's still upstairs with the sword, guarding the door. There's another one guarding the backdoor, so I can't get out that way either. So I may be trapped here for awhile... still no sign of mice though. |
| Wednesday, December 4th, 2002 |
| 9:23 pm |
Day 39
Mice gone. Monkey barged in with sword. Bleeding profusely from sword wound on leg. Not good. |
| Sunday, December 1st, 2002 |
| 11:59 am |
Day 36
Well, the ninjas seem to have greatly reduced the mouse problem. I heard evidence of one mouse since Friday and that was it. Hopefully the ninjas will track down the rest and they'll all be gone soon. Yesterday I went to a party that I heard of through some rumors about the internet. It was a cool party even if the dog got too drunk and the 30 year old went home with the 15 year old. Well, I guess I should've expected that after reading the messages about it saying "Lots of free liquor! At least one underage girl guaranteed to show up! VIP room with high quality armor!" I wasn't able to get in the VIP room though. I wonder why this is the second time in less than a week I've been hearing about combat gear... |
| Tuesday, November 26th, 2002 |
| 11:03 am |
Day 31
On saturday I had dinner with Kthrin at some restaurant near the NYU Saint Alp's (I think the name was Sharaku). It was a nice place, with good background music and atmosphere, but I noticed something strange. Well, this guy I don't know came up to me and said that the guy at the shushi bar was selling weapons. Well, I didn't believe him at first, but I took a glance and behind the bar was a pistol and some unopened crates. Maybe he's a member of the yakuza? I dunno, but it seemed like a dangerous idea to look further into it. I may go back there sometime though, they did have fairly good food after all^^. |
| Saturday, November 23rd, 2002 |
| 2:13 pm |
Day 28
Alot has happened in the past few days. On wednesday I met the monk. He was a short, bald, happy, fat asian man. He said he was sorry about the monkies. They got some confused information and thought I was someone else. To make up for it, he told me where to buy discount ninja clothing and accessories. It's a small, little known place in chinatown called "The Dollar Ninja Store." You can hire ninjas for a dollar there or buy them if you really want, though that's a bit more expensive. They've also got all sorts of equipment for only $1 each. Dollar shuriken, wakizashi's and tabi boots. Everything you can think of. So, yesterday, I spent around $25 and fully outfitted myself with clothing and weaponry. I would've done it on Wednesday but I didn't have any cash on me. I also hired a bunch of mini-ninjas to help take care of my mouse problem. |
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