Last Day of January Already?!?!?!?

Where does the time go? It seems like New Years was just yesterday, but now January has flown by. Craziness!!

I'm at work again. There's a new coworker here, his name is Barry, and he seems pretty cool. He has died black hair, and bright blue eyes. He's pretty tall (taller than me), heavier set (i.e. fatter than me) and loves video games. It's nice to have someone new around the work place to talk to. I'm not sure exactl where he sits, but his breaks must be around the same time mine our, because we always run into each other in the break room. He plays World of Warcraft, so he might join my clan sometime later this week, althought he hasn't been playing as long as Erik and I have.

I swear, after rereading that last paragraph, most peole would think I have a crush on him or something. Well, I don't. Not that there's anything wrong with being gay, (sometimes, especially lately, I wish I was) I'm just not. I don't make friends very easily, and so when there's someone cool who lieks the same stuff I do, it's just a good thing for me. I mean, I don't really hang out with my other "friends" all that often. I'm too shy. Listen to me. I'm such a dork.

What The Heck?!?!?!?

I don't know what just happened!?!?!?!

I had just gotten into work at about the same time I do every day (7:00 a.m.), and I decided to type that post I just wrote. I finished typing it, and posted it, and when I checked to make sure it posted correctly, it said I posted the message at 1:12 p.m.!!!! At first I thought that maybe there was soemthing wrong with Blogger, or something, but sure enough, when I looked over at the clock, it's almost 1:15 p.m. What the hell happened to my morning/afternoon?!?!?!?! I'm practically done with work, and as far as I know, I haven't done anything!!!!

This is definitely weird. i must be more out of it than I thought. Now I have to do a day's work ina couple of hours. Better get crackin'!!!

:)

Another Exhausted Day

Well, I just got into work, and I thought I'd type up a quick update, so as to avoid doing any actual work until my brain fully wakes up. I need to get me some coffee!

I'm doing well. I still have some scratches, and my shoulders are both pretty sore, but what can you do? I didn't have any bad dreams last night, they were the usual kind of dreams that I have, completely random and weird. in one dream, I was Odie in the Garfield comic strip, and no matter how hard I tried, Garfield always out-smarted me, making me look completely follish in front of Jon, our owner. I hate Garfield, so why I had a dream about him is beyond me.

So other than that, there's not much new. I got rid of the Ouiji Board, and it hasn't reappeared. At least, not yet. According to a lot of people, it will. And, for those of you who were worried about it, I got rid of the Book as well. I tried to sell it at a used bookstore, but unfortunately, they don't by books that are ripped up and missing the first couple of pages. So I tossed it in the trash can. If this solves the ghost problem, then I'll be feeling rather stupid. I mean, a book, that's possesed? Seems kind of silly to me. But then, the idea of hauntings seemed pretty silly to me as well. And now look at me. :)

I've started looking into therapy for the nightmares, etc. And to get over Carrie. I don't know. When I said "sometimes youhave to be masochistic", I didn't mean in the cutting yourself kind of way (it seems like some people took it that way). I just meant, listening to depressing music when your depressed can feel a bit masochistic. So it's not like I'm intentionally hurting myself or anything. But I appreciate the concern.

Other than that, there's not all that much new in my world. I'ma little tired. I played a lot of video games the other night, and have had no ghost attacks since last week. Erik is a little dissappointed. Me, I can't say I am. I'm ready to move out and have this whole thing be over with.

Hope you're all doing well, and thanks for being so cool!!!

Another Day Another Dollar

So I had a really intense nightmare last night.

I was sitting in my apartment with Carrie. We were kissing, and everything was good between us again. We both kept saying how much we loved each other, and I remebered how great it felt to be with her. Everything seemed so real, how she smelled, her mannerisms, everything was so realistic. But then, she got really pale, and said she didn't feel very good. Then, she blacked out. I started to get a really sick panicy feeling, as she seemed to get whiter and whiter. So I started screaming for help, when these three men, dressed all in black with black doctor's mask things on and wierd dark glasses/goggles (kind of like the goggles WWI pilots used to wear, like Snoopy did on Peanuts) over their eyes rushed into the room. One of them turned to me and said: "She is dying, and needs our help. Do you love her?" I responded "More than anything" and then they rushed the two of us off to a strange hospital place.

We arrived, and the hospital looked kind of like a normal hospital, only dingier. Like all of the normal bright white, antiseptic feeling associated witha hospital was gone, and everything here looked cracked, rusty and dirty. They rushed her into a room, and the same guy who had spoken to me earlier said "The doctor will be in shortly" and then the three of them just stood over Carrie staring at her. I was frantic, pacing, wondering when the doctor would get there (isn't it weird how dreams make total sense when you're having them?), when finally the door opened, and a man walked in. He was dressed just like the other men, except his clothes where all white (even the goggle lenses), and there were weird little decorative things sewed into his sleeves. He approached me, and put a hand on my shoulder. "Your lover is desperately sick,a nd she needs a blood transfusion. The procedure may kill you, but it's her only chance." I remember swallowing hard, and looking over at Carrie. She looked so pale, and sickly, and weak, and fragile. But at the same time I could see everything about her I loved, her beauty, her strength, her smile. I rolled up my sleeve, and looked at the doctor. "Do what you have to do" I said. He nodded, and then the three men in black ran towards me, making this weird clicking noise (it sounded like the scissors at a barber shop), and the grabbed me, lifting me off the ground, and put me on a bed next to Carrie. Then, they ripped off all my clothes, so I was lying there completely naked (perish the thought of people seeing my unattractive nude self), and started taking hundreds of needles with clear plastic tubes attached to the ends, and they started sticking them into the skin of my thighs and arms. It hurt really bad, and I started screaming as I watched them putting the needles in a vein, then out the skin on the other side, then into a different vein, like they were sewing a stitch in my skin. It burned really badly, but I tried as hard as I could to stay still so it wouldn't ruin the process, but I kept arching my back because of the intensity of the pain. As this was going on, I watched them strip off Carrie's clothes as well, and put six needles really long needs (at least 12 inches) in to her chest. As the blood started pumping out of my body, the burning got more and more intense, and I felt myself getting weaker and weaker each moment. But I could see the color returning to Carries face. The pain got worse and worse, and my body started to writhe in the agony, so one of the men dressed in black grabbed two big nails, and began pounding the nails through my shoulder with a huge black hammer, and into the table underneath me. It hurt so intensely, and my body was then pinned in place. Eventually, my vision started to give out, and everything was fading into a bright whiteness, and that's when I woke up.

Erik had walked into my room, because he had heard me screaming (he was sleeping on the couch, watching out for ghosts). He said I was rolling around in my bed, screaming and yelling like I was possesed. When he turned on the light, I noticed there was a bit of blood on my sheets, and when I looked at my arms and legs, I had these small nasty looking scratches all over them. I must have done like a sleep walking thing, and been scratching myself with my fingernails where the people had been putting the needles in. It didn't hurt to badly, it just kind of felt like a snburn or something, and most of them weren't bleeding, they were just these red scratches, but it feaked me out. I mean, c'mon, I've had some pretty intesnse dreams before, but this was a little out of hand.

Erik lectured me for awhile about how I should be seeing a therapist for this kind of stuff, that it wasn't normal, and now I'm hurting myself. But I don't really want to go to a therapist. It'd be too emberassing. I swore Erik to secrecy (of course, now I'm telling all of you about it), and he left to go back to sleep on the couch. I put some bandaids on the scratches that were bleeding, so i wouldn't stain my sheets any more than I already had, and then tried to go back to sleep (which, of course, didn't happen). This morning both my shoulders were really sore and a little bit bruised as well, so I must have hit myself too. So now I'm at work, wearign a long sleeve shirt so as to avoid emberassment, and I'm missing Carrie terribly. Man, just when you think things are going OK, something like this has to happen, that reminds you of how much you liked someone in the first place. This sucks.

Have any of you ever had sleepwalking episodes?

Happy Birthday!!!

No, it isn't anyones birthday. I just felt like being random.

Well, it's shortly after seven in the morning. I'm here at work, after having stayed until seven last night. It's starting to feel like this is all I do with my pathetic, small life. Which sucks big time. I don't want to be like Carl, this guy I work with. He's been here since the beginning of time. He's really stupid, and has no ambitions in life. He's married with two children, and probably one fo the most boring people I've ever met. Although, something funny did happen yesterday.

Carl and Angela, these two obnoxious people who I work with (I think pretty much everyone I work with is obnoxious, but them more so than most) were talking to Jessica, a big fat girl who is taking an American Civics class at some loser college here in Minneapolis. So Jessica started quizing Carl and Angela about some things from her class. Here's a highlight of the best answers:

How many stars are on the american flag?

49? No, wait, 50, right?

How many stripes are on the flag?

Four

Who was the first President of the United States?

Abraham Lincoln

Can the Constitution be changed?

No. Of course not!

Who Elects the President of the United States?

The People. No wait, the liberal media! (ha-ha, yea, no kidding!)


I wish I was making this up, but sadly, I'm not. I mean, I don't follow politics too incredibly closely, but doesn't it seem kind of dumb to say the lebral media elected President Bush? But I digress.

I hope you're all well and having pleasant days. I have a splitting headache, and I'm listening to Radiohead's OK Computer album. Its making me more depressed about my job, and Carrie, and well, life in general. Oh well. Sometimes we all have to be a little masochistic. :)

Work Sucks!!!

Howdy All.

Just a short update.

I'm stuck here at work, late, because three people called in sick. It sucks tremendously. I really am starting to hate my job. Maybe it's just that I haven't slept very well and I'm just abit crabby, but I think it's time I started looking for a new job. This one is downright miserable. But the big advantage is I get to spend most of my day surfing the internet. Things have been slow, so there's not much work to do, but they have to have people here to staff the phones just in case someone calls in. Hence my working late.

Erik is going to sleep over for the rest of the week, in the hopes that he'll get to see something Ghost like, or ghost involved. So good luck there. At least now it'll be his neck that's sore from sleeping on my crappy couch, and not vice versa. Stupid ghosts!

Well, I hope you're all doing well. I just realized today that I haven't really thought about Carrie for at least two days. That's pretty good progress, if I may say so myself. I am a liberated man. If I had a bra, I would burn it. Or something. That doesn't make sense. I'm an idiot. Until later. :)

More Bad News!!!

My mom just called me here at work. She's comig to visit me in February (tentatively arriving the 18th). That's just great! Sounds like about as much fun as going to visit the dentist. As if my life isn't complicated enough right now.

:(

My Neck Hurts!

Stupid piece of crap couch!

Everytime I have to sleep on Eriks stupid couch because of the stupid ghosts that won't stupid leave me alone in my stupid apartment, it makes my stupid neck stupid hurt. Right now, I don't know that I care anymore that there are ghosts making a fool out of me in my apartment, because I'm too tired, and too cranky to care. Vengence will by mine, you stupid ghosts!!! Exactly how one gets revenge against ghosts are beyond me, but I'll figure soemthing out, mark my words. :)

For now, I think I'm going to go back to sleeping at my apartment. Everything that's happened so far, witht he stupid ghost, isn't actually that bad (voices, poking my back, footsteps, voices, etc.) and maybe it's just the ghost living out it's life in my house. And so if I ignore them, they will ignore me, like in the movie "The Others". Right, that's just what I'll keep telling myself, since I'm too tired to even see straight. :)

Ouiji Boards

OK, so I know that I said that I didn't think Ouiji Boards worked. But now, I'm convinced. Allow me to explain.

Last night, was a typical night for me. I stayed in, playing some video games, WoW, the usual. Then I watched a movie, Starship Troopers (I hadn't seen it for ages, and Erik lent me a copy), and then crashed. I had another nightmare, which is prety typical for me these days. Again, it was a dream about my Dad. I don't know why he's been on my mind (or more my subconcious mind) so much lately, and I wish he wasn't. Suicide isn't exactly the kind of thing you would want to dwell on. In my Dream, he was drowning in some thick grey liquid, and I was trying to reach him, but I was to scared to reach far enough to get him. I didn't want to be pulled in. So I just sat there watching him drown, crying, as his hand eventually submerged and he was gone. Not exactly a great dream.

I woke up drenched in sweat, like I usually do in these situations. So I decided to get up and get a drink of water. It must have been around three o'clock in the morning or so. I don't know wh these ghost experiences always seem to happen so late at night. But they do. I stumbled into the kitchen and groggly poured myself a glass. As I was drinking, I heard some footsteps behind me. It was pretty loud, and there wasn't really any mistaking what it was. I turned around to make sure there was no one there, and when I did the footsteps stopped. I stood there, my heart pounding in my chest. I waited, as tension seemed to build in the room, and then I heard the footsteps run from the living room into my bedroom, and my bedroom door slammed shut. I dropped my glass of water, it made me jump so bad. It broke, which sucks, but at the time, it was the last thing on my mind. I slowly started walking towards my room, and as I walked, I heard a laugh. At first I thought maybe it was my imagination, but then I heard it again. It sounded like a little kid laughing, and it was coming fom my room. I slowly krept to my rooms as quietly as the wood floors would allow, and when I got to my door, I paused and listened. I heard the laugh again, and it was definitely in my room, and it was definitely a little kid.

Working up the courage, I stood there for a minute wondering wha to do. I could go sleep on the couch, I could go to Erik's apartment and crash there (I'm not to sure he'd be glad to see me at 3:00), or I could se what was in my room. A couple of deep breathes later, I grabed the knob and twisted. The door opened efortlessly, and inside there was nothing out of place. I I stood there for a second, listening. I could hear a soft scratching noise. It wasn't very loud, but it was distinct. I stepped into the room, straining my ears to hear where the noise was coming from. It seemed to be coming from the closet. I walked over, took a deep breath, and opened it. There, on the floor, was the Ouiji Board. It had somehow gotten unpacked, and the scratching noise was coming from the lens as it was moving very quickly all over the board. I don't really remember what I did, probably just stood there shocked like a moron, but the Ouiji Board as moving, all by itself, faster and faster. I must have started to back up without thinking about it,, and I sipped on the floor, stumbling backward, and then just like that, the thing stopped moving.

I regained my footing, and after standing there panting, the adrenaline at an all time high, I slowly moved back to the closet. The Ouiji Board was just sitting there on the floor. That was when I felt it. Something, someone, poked my back with their finger. I whipped around as my heart jumped into my throat, and I heard the child laugh again. Well, that was the end of that, I grabbed a shirt and some pants, threw them on, ran to Erik's apartment, and started knocking really loudly. He came to the door a bit later, his face creased from sleeping. I told him the whole story, and he wanted to go up and see for himself. I handed hm my key, and told him he was welcome to, but there was no way I was going back in there tonight.

Erik went up there for a bit, while I sat on his couch, and came back and said there was nothing going on that he could see. I didn't care. I knew what I saw, so I slept the rest of the night (I guess you could call it "sleeping" although I doubt I actually did) until this morning. Now I'm over at his place, not wanting to go back to mine, and not wanting to sleep another night on his couch (it's not exactly the most comfortabel couch in the world). So I guess I'll deal with that tonight.

So, that's the update for now. Pretty Freaky!!! I'll let you know if anything else happens. Man, I just want to move out. Only a couple of months let to put up with.
:)

When it rains, it snows

Finally! Mid January and it has finally snowed here in good ol' Minnesota. We had gotten a little bit over the last couple of months, but in most places ou could still see the grass. But last night, good ol' mother nature decided to drop a oad of snow. 6 - 8 inches in fact. More than we've seen here for quite sometime. It' spretty pathetic. Usually it snows way more than this.

So getting my car out to run to the grocery store was an adventure. The roads in front of m apartment hadn't been plowed, so it was slippery, and my tires wouldn't grip the road. It took quite an effort to get it out. Good times!!!

Well, that's the only updat for now. I'm going to spend the rest of the evening trying to relax in my ghost apartment, pla some video games, and think about how nice it is to not have to leave my apartment until Monday. Hope you're all staying dry and warm!

Questionaire

Hello Everyone.

Robyn, a fellow blogger, sent me a bunch of questions about the whole ghost thing, so she can maybe give me some advice. So I thought I'd post the questions and my answers for everyone to read. The nice thing about the internet, is even though you guys kind of know who I am, I don't really feel emberassed about talking about my personal things, because I'll probably never meet any of you. :)


Well first off get rid of the book you found. I think I posted that onyour blog somewhere.
-How could the book be linked to this? I'm just curious about that one :) -

The questions are basic:

Do you or anyone in your family have a history of any of the following:

Mental illness
-My Dad comitted suicide a few years back. He probably suffered from some sort of depression or mania or something, but I don't think he was ever diagnosed. I didn't know him all that well. -

Drug or Alcohol Addiction
-My Mom drinks on ocassion, but I wouldn't label it alchoholism. My Dad drank a bit more, but again, I didn't know him all that well, so it's hard for me to answer.-

Psychic ability-I don't know if I even believe this exists, so the answer would be not that I know of-

Magickal Practice
-Again, not that I know of-

Enemies
-I guess everyone has enemies of some kind or another, but nothing I can think of, nothing like a Green Goblin to Spiderman kind of thing-

Have you brough anything new into your home?
-Nothing recent, other than mundane things like groceries and the like.-

Have you had a relative friend/enemy or pet die recently?
-Nothing very recent. I don't have many friends, and no pets-

Have you ever used a hallucinogen (acid/lsd or the like)?
-I've been curious about them, but no, never have used them. Too many things could go wrong-

Have you every had a strange encounter of this kind before?
-Nope-

Did you have invisible playmates as a child?
-Umm....nothing that ever played back. I used to make up stories about a "friend" I had, but I knew it wasn't real when I was doing it.-

Do you believe in the spirit world?
-I'm not sure. I do believe in God, but beyond that I just get confused. :)-

Do you lucid dream?
-What is this? I guess if I'm asking, then probably not-

Do you ever feel like you are out of sync with the waking world?
-Sometimes I feel detached, almost like I'm watching a movie or soemthing, but that's only when I get pretty depressed-

Do you hear voices?
-Yes. But only since the "Ghost" stuff started happening. usually it's just my name being whispered, or seomthing unintelligable.-

How many hours of sleep do you get on a regular basis?
-I try to get 8, although usually I don't sleep the entire 8 hours, it takes me awhile to fall asleep.-

Do you believe in UFOs?
-I believe in UFO's, but I'm unsure about the aliens that are in them. I think they're more likely new planes being tested by our government-

Have you ever been abducted?
-Nope-

Were you abused as a child?
-I was spanked occassionaly, but nothing i'd label as abuse-

Have you ever had a head injury?
-Nothing like a concussion. I've had some stitches, but nothing serious-

Have you ever had a near death experience?
-Nope-

Are you actively part of some spiritual movement ( ie. Church, wicca,paganism, shamanism, buddhist)?
-Not really. Like I said, it's mostly just confusing, so I guess I'm agnostic-

Does this situation cause you fear?
-It does when it's happening, but when it isn't, I feel fine. I'm not afraid to be in my house or anything.-

Have you been injured by the spirit? If so how and when?
-Nope. I've just been scared by it-

Do these occurances take place at certain times or in certain places?
-They usually seem to happen at night, and in my apartment.-

Do you feel over stressed?
-Occasionally yes, but I don't think anymore than what most people feel-

Have you told people about what is going on or do you keep it quiet?
-I've told a couple of friends, and obviously, I'm blogging what's happening.-

Do you feel that the spirit wants something from you?
-Not that I can tell.-

How many spirits do you feel are involved?
-I have no idea. Maybe one? Who knows?-

Do you want this activity to stop?
-It would be nice. I mean, as long as they're not hurting me or anything, then I guess it's not that big of a deal, but it is a little freaky when I actually sit down and think about it.-

Those are the questions. I left out "Does the activity pick up whenyou are having your period"
- Well why would you leave that one out? :) -

Death Comes To Us All

Buenos Dias Clase!

Everybody had to take a stupid language in high school, and mine was spanish. have you ever had one of those morbid days, where you seem to thnk an awful lot about death? And I don[t mean in a psychotic "boy I wish I could kill myself right now" kind of a way (although I will admit, the thought has gone through my head on occassion). Lately though, especially today, I find my mind wander to death, the end, el finito, game voer man. And I wonder what it would be like to die, to feel your life slipping away in some cold barren hospital room, or trapped in some car after an accident. Hopefully I'm not the only one who wonders what it'd be like, and if so, well, then I guess I'm just a freak. Heaven, or Hell? And if neither of those places exist, then what? Lately, I've been thinking that there most certainly must be something after death (what with the whole Ghost thing going on), but what it is I don't exactly know. And I doubt anyone would come asking me for a definitive answer on the subject, so I think I'll be OK in that department. Have you any thoughts, dearest Blogging friends? Eventually I guess we'll all find out for ourselves what exactly death is,a nd what it feels like. But for now, we'll just have to try and make the best of our wait. :)

OK, enough of that morbid crap, and onto more boring things (i.e. my life). Everything here goes much the same as it did before I met Carrie. It's kind of weird how quickly life can change. One minute, you're a lonely loser who plays video games all day, the next your flying high, filled with love and hope, and then snap, everything changes back to the way it was. Only things aren't exactly the way they were, in that I am now different. There is a hol ein my chest, a void, and I don't know if it will ever be filled again. I know, it sounds silly, like I'm over reacting (I mean, it is just one girl) but you have to remember that I'm not exactly a ladies man, or a great catch. I know this. I'm aware of this, and have accepted this fact. I just wish stupid jerk girls wouldn't come along and give me stupid hope. Oh well.

I've been reading a bit more in the "Mystery Book". It's still pretty interesting, for some reason, but doesn't make a whole lot of sense. Has anyone heard of a book like this? It seems so weird. Oh well. Like I said, I've scoured the internest pretty well, but haven't found anything.

Well, that's the update for now. I'll write some more later.

some days are better than others

Hello Everyone.

Well, I'm back at work today. I'm actually feeling a bit better today. Or at least, for now. It comes and goes. I'm trying to take the advise of a friend, and see Carrie as a good thing, rather than something I regret. I mean, for a brief moment there was someone in this world you cared about me, and a lot of people never get to experience something like that. I know I never thought I would. So at least I'll always have that. And hopefully someday Carrie will be happy as well, and that's still important to me, even if I wish it wasn't.

But more on my weekend. Nothing exciting happened. Like I said, Erik stopped by for the night on Saturday. We stayed up late playing video games and watching movies. Nothing exciting, but it was nice to relax. No ghost apearances lately. I've heard some random noises, footsteps, knocking noises, or scraping sounds, but I assume it's usually either my overactive imagination, or the old building settling in. Or neighbors hanging new pictures. I mean, in reality, there are thousands of explanations for what's been happening that are perfectly reasonable. Except for the books and clothes thing. And the couch moving. but maybe my ghosts simply have OCD. You never know, right? :) But Erik and I tried the Ouiji board thing again, and nothing happened. I'm pretty well convinced its a big joke. Does anyone out there have any real experiences with one?

Sunday and Monday were mostly spent either sitting in front of the T.V. moping, or playing WoW. But hopefully things will begin to go better for me this week. Someone on the Blog mentioned the book I found on the street. I should start looking into it a bit more. It's still such a curious oddity for me.

By the way, I'm at work now, and we just got a pissy littel e-mail from the management about surfing the internet. What a joke. The worst part was the reason we're gettign in trouble is because of this stupid coworker of mine named Karen. Karen is a miserable short, fat woman who makes everything out to be a crisis, whether it actually is or isn't. She works really slowly, and ocmplains about everything. Well, she complained to her boss abot how slow her computer was, and how she felt like out internet security was bad, because she gets a lot of pop-ups. Well, obviously, the internet sites we use for work don't have pop-ups, so of course, IT took a look at her internet explorer history, and found all these stupid Wonder Woman websites she's been visiting (I really wish I was making this up, but for some reason she's obsessed with Wonder Woman), and so now they're cracking down on the rest of us for using the internet for "non-work related activities". I wish they'd can her. THey fired some dude about a year ago. He was one of the team lead's over here, and he was looking at some pornogrpahy (real smart) while at work. The way he got busted was our boss walked in on him looking at the stuff, and I guess porn sites these days are really nasty, in that once you close one window, two or three more windows open up with the same thing. So the poor guy was frantically trying to close these windows and more and more just kept popping open, all while our supervisor (who happens to be female) was sitting there watching him. I actually don't know if they fired him, or if he turned in his resignation. Either way, it makes for a funy story.

Alright, I hope you're all doing well, and keep the hope alive!

Sometimes I Forget

Sorry Everyone. I haven't had time to update the good old blog for awhile. So here's what's all new.

THings are going well for me. Erik spent the night at my house on Saturday. And of course, nothing happened. Erik is starting to get pissed. He's convinced I'm making it up. But what can I do? It's not like the ghosts will do whatever I tell them to. We've set up some recording equipment, which consists of two microphones hooked up to my computer. And they're not running all the time. So I doubt I'll ever catch anything. We tried using the Ouiji Board again, which is hard to take seriously. But I decided I'm just going to sleep at my house, and screw the stupid ghosts. If they don't like me, then they can move out. :) I guess the shock of what happened a bit ago has kind of worn off, and the sick sad feeling of depression is seeping back in.

I didn't have to go to work today, since it's Martin Luther King Jr. Day. That's nice. So I've spent most of the day trying to play catch up in World of Warcraft, since Erik's so far ahead of me. I think we're going to run and pick up some Papa John's pizzas in a little bit. I think it'll be good for me to get out of the house. It's been awhile (since saturday).

My emotional world gets better and worse. Today, things started looking up, but around noon I started getting depressed agian. It's just kind of hard to keep going, you know? It's like I lost a part of myself. I know that sounds really stupid, since I only knew Carrie for such a short period of time. But it feels like I've lost all hope for ever having a relationship again. And I don't know if I'll ever have the courage to ask a girl out again. It's not like it turned out very well. So it goes.

Well, that's all for now. I'll write a better update tomorrow. Like I said, it just seems hard to work up the willpower to do anything these days.

Back To Save the Universe

Hello Everyone.

Sorry I haven't posted for awhile. it's been hard, you know? I mean, all these emotions running on high. Plus I have a really bad crick in my neck form sleeping on Erik's tiny couch for the last two nights. No fun at all. There's just so much going on in my brain right now, it feels like it's going to explode. Carrie, my Dad, the stupid Ghost. It's like my brain doesn't know what it should be stressing out over, so it just stresses out while my body goes into numb shock.

But onto the problem that I can actually do something about. So I've gotten a lot of good advice from people about what to do about this whole Ghost/Poltergeist thing. I've broken them down into catergories, ranked in the order that I think I'm willing to try them.

1 - We don't know what it is, but since it isn't trying to hurt me, I should investigate it more. This seems like the best idea to me, at this point. Video cameras (if I can get one) or sound recording equipment. I mean, if it's such an active ghost, maybe I can get some definitive proof! So basically just ride it out and see what happens, maybe it will just go away.

2 - Make friends with the Ghost. Tell it I'm not there to hurt it, and I want to coexist with them. This seems a bit out there for me. I mean, it's not that I'm prejudiced or anything :) but ghosts as friends? A little weird me thingks. But it might be worth a try, if things keep getting ugly.

3 - Get them out of my house through religious means. Excorcism, consecrated oil, cammanding them out in the name of Jesus Christ. Basically, pick a fight with them. Sounds scary, and too much like the movies.

4 - Get some incense, crystals, or stones that eliminate negative energies from my house. The thing is, I don't know how much I believe in that sort of thing. I mean, I do believe in God, though I'm not sure about most religions, but the energy thing? I mean, what do you mean by "negative" energy? It's not like in science there is positive and negative energy? I guess I just don't understand enough about this solution to use it effectively.

Thanks to everyone who helped me out with their advice, and I promise I'll e-mail back all the people who have sent me messages. I just have felt so overwhelmed lately. Erik's planning and sleeping at my place with me tomorrow night, and we're going to try and record some voices, or pretty much anything, and just see what happens. Neither of us has a camera, but Erik thinks he might be able to borrow one from his Uncle. I guess we'll see. I hope you're all doing well, and not to worried about me. :) Things will work themselves out, like they always seem to. I'm just along for the ride.

New Posters

Well, I started searching around randomly in people's blogs today, looking for people who listed "ghosts" as an interest, and asking them for some advise about what I should do. So we may, (or may not) see some new people posting in JD's Space. And if you're here to help, thank you so much for taking the time to do so. I just don't really know how to handle something like this. But then, who does?

:)

More Encounters With the Ghosts!!!

OK, so last night some pretty scary stuff happened to me. The evening started out like they all have since last saturday, me eating some dinner, usually some microwave dinner or something, watching a movie, and feeling sorry for myself. Then, I play some World of Warcraft to try and clear my mind (I find if I keep myself busy, I tend to stay in better spirits than if I sit and dwell on how lonely I am). I got really tired around 1:00 a.m. so I decided to go to bed. No big deal right? Well, first of all, I had a horrible nightmare:

I was walking through a crowded street. I could tell I was tying to find my Dad (yes, another one of my Dad dreams), but no matter where I look, or how hard I look, I can't find him. I'm literally running as fast as I can through this city, screaming my Dad's name, pushing random pedestrians out of the way (I've always wanted to do that) in a n effort to find him. That's when I notice someone is following me. It's a man, he's tall, has dark long hair hanging over his eyes, and he's dressed all in black. I start to panic and run faster to get away from him, but for some reason I can't seem to lose him. Finally, I get tired, and just turn arond and shout "What do yuo want". THe man raises his head, and his hair falls back from his face, showing his red eyes. And by red, I don't mean the cheesey sort of glowing red eyes, I mean his eyes were bloody red, with black pupils, and he was crying tears of blood down his cheeks. He smiled wickedly, and pointed behind me. Behind me I could see two other men, who were dressed and looked just like the red eyed guy, holding my Dad. They then ran off, and I tried to follow them, but they man grabbed me and held me down, laughing loudly in my face. I could literally feel his stinking hot breath against my cheek. And that's when I woke up.

I was then laying in bed, panting and sweating, when I heard my name being whispered. At first I though maybe it was my imagination, but it got louder and louder. it sounded like several (3-5) people saying my name over and over again, and they were either getting louder and louder, or closer and closer to my ear, until it finally sounded like they were inside my head. I got up and turned on the lights in my room, and the whispering stopped. As I was standing there, my eyes wide open, I heard seomthing loud moving in the next room, like someone sliding furniture across the floor. I opened my door, and sure enough, out in my living room, the couch had been slid across the floor about three feet. It wasn't a huge amount, but it was certainly noticable.

This, of course freaked me out. I called out "Hello" a couple of times, and no one responded. But what was I going to do, so I decided to go back to bed. When I got back into my room, someone had emptied the contents of my dresser onto my bed, and the books that had just been on the bookshelf were all neatly stacked on the floor in front of it. I must have jumped fifteen feet (i'm lucky I didn't send my head through the ceiling). I mean, I didn't hear a single thing, but there the books were, neatly stacked, and there my clothes were, piled ina mess where I had, only moments before, been soundly sleeping. I pushed the clothes onto the floor, curled up under the covers,a nd tried to go back to sleep. I probably only dozed off for a half hour or so the rest of the night, I was so freaked out.

When I woke up, the clothes were still on the floor, and the books were still stacked in front of the bookshelf, so I know it wasn't a dream or anything. It's just so bizarre. I mean, it's like my ghost just likes messing with my head. A couple of people have suggested I get a priest to come to my house to bless it and get rid of the ghost, but the problem is, well, I'm not very religious, and so where would I even go, or who would I call to get something like that done? It's not like I can just look up "Excorcism" in the phone book and give "Joe's Discount Excorcisms" a call. Oh well. I guess I'll figure something out.

On the plus side, I have barely thought about Carrie at all today. So maybe the whole ghost thing is a blessing in disguise. :) Catch you all later!!!

Not Sad Anymore, Just Angry

Sorry I haven't updated for quite some time, it's just been hard to do much of anything lately. Especially anything that requires higher brain functions. Raw emotions seem to be the order of the day here in my world, and I've realized that I'm not really that sad, I'm just angry. Very angry. Every time I think about what happened Saturday night, it just makes my blood boil. But what can I do about it? Everybody probably has gone through something similar to this. Here's what I don't understand though, and what makes me so upset. And I'm sorry if this is boring to some of you. :) Let's say there's a boy in your life, who you're not really interested in, for whatever reason (he's ugly, stupid, annoying, whatever), so you break up with him. And, let's say this boy, is begining to come to grips with this, even though his heart is pretty broken. How on earth could a person be so cold and callous to call this poor boy, give him hope that maybe things will work out, leave it vague enough to make him think that maybe you'll be together again, only to break up with him agian in person? As if the poor boys tender little heart hadn't been through enough witht he first break up, now you have to do it again? Not only does that seem mean and vicious, but it seems pretty desperate, like maybe she's starved for attention, and is using me as a means to get it, by stringing me along.

Don't get me wrong, I mean, yea, she hurt me, and is a jerk, but the worst part is, part of me still likes her, and hopes that maybe she'll change her mind, and call me. Unfortunately, that's just the way I'm wired, maybe it;s the lonliness getting to me, or maybe it's just my desperation, but I'd probably take her back if I could. Now I sound completely pathetic. Does anybody know how I can get rid of those feelings? Everyday is getting a little bit easier, for the most part, some days are worse, some better, but I'm just so tired of feeling like crap. Running away from everything suddenly seems like a such wonderful idea. Still wouldn't change anything though. Today I've decided to try and move on with my life, not romantically, but just to keep going, keep breathing,a nd keep living until Carrie is simply a distant memory of pain, like when you get your first shot as a little kid going into school. At least I have good friends (Erik, Charlie, Sam, Nate, and of course, my new Blog Pals, who all are the kindest people in the world, with your e-mails and words of comfort, which I appreciate more than you could ever know). Not that it really matters right now, since all I want is to be held.

Damn...

It's Official, Girls Are The WORST!!!

If my glum post title didn't tip you off, well, things didn't go so well with Carrie. We met at 7:00 at the Red Lobster. Even though I was five minutes early, she was already there waiting for me (a good sign, I thought at the time). We sat down, ordered our food (she got some snow crab, I got some crab stuffed halibut) and then we sat in awkward silence for awhile. I would ask her a question, she would give a short answer, and then there would be complete silence. It was killing me. How could it have been so wonderful between the two of us only a few weeks ago, and then all of a sudden niether of us know what to say to the other?

Finally, after our food arrived, and we'd both eaten a bit, making awkward small talk the whole time, I got up the courage to ask her "the question".

So what's going on between us right now?

She shurgged, and said "I don't know". She was staring at her plate, playing with some food, and I was watching her every move, wondering if this was going to be the last time I'd ever get to see her. Needless to say, it sucked. Finally she looked up at me, sighed, and launched into a long speech (it sounded really rehearsed) about how she didn't feel comfortable around me anymore, about how she felt like things had moved to quickly between us, how we'd gotten physical too soon, and how she just wasn't ready for this kind of a "thing". I was speechless. I mean, it wasn't like I'd pushed her uinto anything! Quite the opposite, I was hesitant to do anything with her, because I understood her past, and it was her who had pressured me into doing things. I couldn't tell if I was more angry, depressed, or hurt by her comments. I said "You know, I still have very strong feelings for you. I miss you every day, and I wish you felt that way about me too." She paused, looking at her food, and then said "But I don't." My heart fellt like it fell completely out of my body and shattered into a million pieces. So that was that. She looked up at me, and said "I'm sorry JD. I just thought you should know, in person, that this, you and me, won't work out". Then she got up, and walked out of my life for the last time. I still feel numb from the whole experience. I don't know what to think anymore. I mean, I guess it shouldn't suprise me. I know I'm not a very good looking guy, and I'm certainly as nerdy as they come. I guess I was probably just in denial, thinking that i hever had a chance with any girl, much less one like Carrie. Who am I kidding, I should just do the entire female species a favor and become gay. :) Well, I'm off to cry myself to sleep. Hope you're all having a more pleasant evening than I am. :)

The Ghost Report!!!!!

Well, do I have an amazing story to tell.

So last night, Erik stayed iover at my place. As some of you may know, we were trying to investigate some of the weird things that have been happening in my apartment. I suspect it's ghosts, Erik, a complete geek, is convinced. Erik showed up at about 7:00 or so, and we ordered some pizza, as you should do when ghost hunting. :) So we ate, and then to set the mood, played some ghost/scary themed video games (Resident Evil, Silent Hill, etc). What can I say, once a geek, always a geek. At about 11:00, we figured it was time to pull out the Ouiji Board. Erik had never really used it before, it was one of those useless christmas gifts parents tend to get their kids when they have no clue what their teenager is in to. So, we pulled out the cardboard board (you can tell it's a satanic game, because of the high quality materials used in it's construction!) and lit some candels. Because evidently ghosts prefer candle light to light bulbs. For some reason. I don't know. So for your reading pleasure (terror?), here is an exact transcript of what happened when Erik and I used the infamous Oiji Board:

(insert gloomy/creepy music here)

Erik: (placing his hands on the board) Alright, let's see f we can get this thing to work.

JD: (Also placing hands on board) alrght, what do we do?

Erik: Here, put your fingertips on the triangle thingy, and I'll do the same. THen I'll ask a question.

JD: And this is how we contact ghosts?

Erik: Just do it JD!

JD: Alright, alright already (places fingertips on weird triangle thingy).

Erik: (melodramatically clears throat) Spirits of the deceased, hear my voice and listen.

JD: (snickers)

Erik: Shut-up dude, or this won't work!

JD: Sorry. Continue.

Erik: Spirits who are in this apartment. Hear me. Answer my call. Are you here?

uncomfortable pause

Erik: I demand an answer, are you here? Is there a spirit here in this apartment?

another uncomfortable pause

JD: (whispering) I don't think it's working.

Erik: Just give them some time. They'll answer. (clears throat) Spirits in this apartment. You must answer my call. Are you here?

another uncomfortable pause (almost ten minutes have now passed). Just as JD is about to say something again, the weird triangle thingy starts slowly moving.

Erik: Holy crap! Dude, are you moving that thing?

JD: No, very funnny though, you are.

The triangle thing points to the word "yes".

Erik: Sweet dude! I told you this thing would work!

JD: Dude, I don't know if this is such a good idea.

Erik: Don't be a pussy. Spirit, you have answered my first question, now answer this. What is your name?

uncomfortable paus

JD: Maybe it doesn't have a name.

Erik: Dude, shut-up. Spirit, what is your name, I demand that you answer me!

another uncomfortable pause. Then the triangle thingy starts moving again.

Erik: Crap, it's spelling something. b...a...r...o...n...b...o...b... Baron Bob? What the hell kind of name is Baron Bob?

JD: I dunno, it's your stupid Ghost.

Erik: Baron Bob, why have you come here today? Why are you in JD's apartment? (weird triangle thingy starts moving)...m...e...s...a...g...e.. mesage? You mean message/ He has a message to deliver. What is your message?

uncomfortable pause.

Erik: Baron Bob, I demand you give us your message.

uncomfortable pause. Then the triangle thingy starts moving again.

Erik: e...r...i...k...i...s...a...t...o...o...l... What the? Erik is a tool? Dammit JD. Knock it off.

JD starts to laugh

JD: Dude, it's not me, it's Baron Bob. And you are a tool. Spirits can only speak the truth!

Erik angrily starts packing up the Ouiji Board.

Erik: What a load of crap!

The rest of the evening was spent playing Halo 2. So there you have it. The terrifying report of two geeky ghost hunters. Absolutely nothing happened. How dull. Now I'm going to have to listen to Erik make fun of me for making Ghost stories up, so I could have him spend the night. I think he was hoping for some situational homosexuality. Kidding. Anyway, I'm totally nervous for tonight, and dreading it more than anything. I guess we'll see how it goes. I'll post an update as soon as I get back. Assuming I still have the will to live. :)

Tonight Is Fright Night!

So, tonight the night that Erik is going to sleep over at my place, and we're going to stay up late and see if anything weird happens. Erik is bringing his old Ouiji Board, and we might play with it, if I can work up the courage (not likely). He's excited, I'm not. Not that I think Ouiji Boards really do anything. I mean, c'mon, do you think fisher price really has an "in" with the spirit world?

I can't get Carrie out of my mind. It's like, just as soon as I start trying to not think about her, she has to go and call me, and send me back into a rollercoaster of emotions. I'm glad it's the weekend, because it's really hard to concentrate on anything at work, but I don't know how excited I am for tomorrow night. What if she really does love me back? Or what if she doesn't? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Not to offend my female friends I've made in the blogging world, but for the love of crumb cake your gender is confusing. At least with most guys, you mostly know what you get. They like sports, want sex, and drink alchohol. There's no real guessing game. None of this ambigious "Don't ever call me again; Oh wait, let's go have dinner" crap!



OK, sorry about that. Life is good, and I shouldn't complain. We'll just have to see how things go, and take them slowly. Wish me luck as an official Ghostbuster tonight. I'm sure I'll have either an incredibly scary story to tell tomorrow, or an incredibly anti-climactic one.

:)

Must Keep My Mind Off Of Saturday Night...

Hello Gang!

Well, I'm at work, trying my best not to think about the phone conversation I had last night. So many thoughts ran through my head all last night. I couldn't sleep at all. So now I have a headache, and I'm stuck at work where I don't want to be. It's annoying. Plus, I have to sit here and listen to one of my coworkers complain insesantly about how our boss doesn't appreciate how hard of a worker he is, and doesn't yell at the people around here who don't seem to do much of anything. I mean, I agree with him for the most part, it's frustrating to have to pick up other people's slack, but c'mon man, litten up a bit! There's more to life than being angry and bitter all the time! Said the guy who complains about coworkers in his BLOG. :)

So I've been reading and studying more of my "mystery book", or the Behalah Book as I like to call it. It seems to be some sort of prayer book. It's really interesting though. There are lots of diagrams and drawings. Its fun, because I'm still trying to figure out what the heck the book even is! I figured it would be easy enough, you know, write a quote in google, and find a reference to the book. But I haven't been able to find anything anywhere. This, of course, only fuels my interest. I've figured out that the words aren't in Chinese, but Arabic. So its written in acombination of hebrew and arabic. Not that that helps me at all, just kind of interesting. :) Here's another excert from the book, in case anyones interested (although they probably aren't).

There is a graphic on the page, it's a six pointed star made of two traingles, and by each point on the star, there is a word written in hebrew, and then another word, a name, in english. Starting from the top, moving to the right, the words are: 1- Behalah; 2 - Tsalmaveth; 3 - Az; 4 - Lebab; 5 - Yalad; 6 - Maqwom. I have no idea what any of these words mean, but Behalah seems to be the most common name given throughout the book. It's also at the top of the star, so maybe that means its the most important name? Just a guess. Some of the random "verses" are:


1 - The Ascended Master, Behalah, the being of power that oversees the others, the greatest of the Hyos Ha Koidesh, shall come in terror and blood to mark the new awakening, the new age of mankind.

5 - The mountain made by man, the arena is set, the place of his birthing is known, and when is conciousness is made fless, all shall know the glory of him who is above this world. All shall know is glory. All shall know his terror. All shall know him. Behalah shall devour the weak and bring forth the just.

8 - I look to the east, and I see the great cities of men in ruins. To the west, mothers devouring their own children for his glory. To the south, rivers of black flow to his feet. To the north, the words Ehyeh Asher Ehyeh written with the blood of men.



Like I said, some pretty weird stuff. Any help figureing out where the heck this book is from, would be appreciated. Oh, and I almost forgot. Tomorrow night, Erik is spending the night. Hopefully, something weird will happen, and he';ll become as convinced as I am that my house is haunted. It'd be nice to know that someone else sees and hears what I am, so I know I'm not going insane. :)

She Called Me...

My head is spinning.

I got home from work this evening, still kind of freaked out from the weird things going on at my house. So I decided to play some video games, to try and relax and get my mind off of things. My phone rang, and without thinking, I just picked it up, thinking it was Erik or something. So the conversation went something like this (the words in parenthesis are my thoughts, just so you know). :)

JD: Hello?

Carrie: Hi. It's me.

JD: ...Hey. (I thought she didn't want to talk to me anymore!)

Carrie: ...Um....So how have you been?

JD: OK, I guess (God I miss you so much!), how are you doing.

Carrie: Pretty good.

...Uncomfortabel pause... (What is she thinking? Does she miss me too?)

Carrie: So, I was wondering if we could talk sometime.

JD: Um...Sure. Did you...want to get something to eat sometime? (Does this mean she wants me back in her life? Was Lohan right?)

Carrie: Yea, that would be nice. How about Saturday night?

JD: Sure, that works. Let's meet there around 7:00? (Sorry, not going to put the name of the restaurant on the blog for the world to see until after the date happens!)

Carrie: That works for me. I'll see you then.

JD: OK...well, it was good to hear from you. (Please stay in my life. Please!)

Carrie: ...Yea. I'll see you Saturday.

JD: OK. Bye. (I love you!)

Carrie: Bye.



So there you have it folks. Just like that, things spiral out of control again. I'm as confused as ever. I guess we'll see what happens on Saturday. Any words of advice? Should I try to win her back? Play it cool? Or not let her close enough to me to get hurt again. I mean, I'm still heartbroken by what she did, and I don't want to feel that way again. AAAAAAHHH!!!!!!!

Something Is Definitely Goin on.

the tEMPLE Has forgotten.

So I'm positive something is going on in my house. I'm completely exhausted because I got almost no sleep last night. Here's what happened:

At about 3 in the morning, I woke up becuase I thought I heard the footsteps again in my living room. The floorboards were slowly creaking, like someone was sneaking around on some hardwood floors (which is obviously impossible, since these floors creak weird if you breath on them!). I sat up in bed and turned on the light, and listened carefully. I was thinking that maybe it was my imagination, since I'd been talking to Darren at work about the whole ghost thing.

I was wrong.

I was way to scared to get out of my bed, so I simply shouted "Hello?" like a coward friom the safety of my covers. The creaking stopped as soon as I did that. "Is someone out there?" I shouted after a couple of seconds of silence. Still, no answer. I waited a couple of minutes, adn then, feeling brave (and stupid) I shouted "Whoever you are, you better get out of here!" and started to lay back down. That's when I heard it. Someone, I don't know who, but someone loudly ran from the living room, down the hall, and into the bathroom, slamming the door loudly. Literally, it sounded like a pretty heavy persona, basically stomping their feet as they ran. I sat there in bed for awhile, my hands were shaking, and I was sweating like crazy. I was totally freaked out. Eventually, I figured I'd better look and see what was going on. I cracked the door, and of course, the hallway was empty. I turned on the light, and walked over to the bathroom door. I listened, and there was no noise coming from the bathroom. I opened the door, saw my bathroom, as it always has been, empty. I turned on the light, and shuffled things around, but there was no one there. The only exit from the bathroom was a tiny window that no one could fit through. Especially someone big enough to make those loud noises I heard. Plus the window was shut, and the blinds were closed. Who would think to reclose the blinds and window behind them?

So now I'm totally freaked out. I mean, it's not like whatever it is tried to hurt me or anything, but still, I couldn't sleep at all the rest of the night. I'm soooooo tired. But glad to be at work for once. :) I e-mailed Erik about the event, and he said I could crash at his place tonight, if it's really bothering me that much. I may just do that! He said he wants to stay at my place on friday night, either with me there, or not, so he can see for himself what's going on. When he was a kid, he was obsessed with ghost stories (he used to always watch Unsolved Mysteries, In Search of, and all those other paranormal shows) so he's actually excited to see one. He wouldn't be so excited if he'd been at my house last night though. Well, I hope you're all doing well. And I hope your houses are less haunted than mine. At least this new adventure is keeping me from thinking too much about Carrie.

:)

A Coworker's Story

Everybody Wang Chung Tonight!!!

I just wanted to drop one last quick note here, so sorry if it bugs everyone. Darren, one of my coworkers, and I were talking over our lunch breaks about ghost stories (I mentioned what happened to me last night). Obviously, he made fun of me (like most people do) but then he told me he's heard of things like this happening to other people. The source of my problems, according to Darren, isn't a ghost, but a poltergeist, since I haven't seen anything visually yet (by visually I mean a ghostly person walking around. Truth be told, I think he might be full of it, so today I'm going to do some research online about ghosts and poltergeists. Not that I believe in them or anything, but it certainly was a good movie (poltergeist that is). Anyway, he said his cousin had a friend who had a poltergeist at their house. When his friend was about 7 years old, some freaky things started happening in their house. It sounded similar to my experiences, footsteps, voices, knocking, and even the bottle tops exploding in the cupboard and refrigerator. Eventually, things got worse and worse, books would reshelf themselves, papers would tear when no one was in the room. Man, I hope stuff like that doesn't start happening to me! Literally, I would wet the bed every night if things like that started happening. Like I don't have enough trouble getting to sleep as it is. I guess his cousin's friend's parents called in a Catholic priest to do an exorcism on the home. Kind of cool, if you ask me. Everyone in their family left the house, leaving the priest alone inside, and they were going to check up on things in two hours. So they showed up when they were supposed to, and found the Priest standing outside the door, his robes were ripped a little bit, and he was all pale and sweating heavily. After they made sure he was OK, the Priest said "There's nothing I can do here. I'm sorry, I suggest you move". Eventually, after some discussions, they decided to do just that, and they packed up their stuff and moved out the next day. Last they heard, the guy who bought the house from them was trying to selld it as woegll. PREsTTYi FhREAaKlY STaUhFebF!!!

Haunted House?

OK, so some weird things have been happening in my little apartment lately, and I'm starting to think it's haunted. i know, it sounds stupid, and I normally totally don't believe in those sorts of things, but some really weird things have happened to me. Here are just a few:


1 - The knocking on my door. You might remember awhile back there were some people knocking on my door, and I thought it was the neighbor kids pulling a prank. Well, it turns out it wasn't them at all. And the knocking would happen at 3 or 4 in the morning someitmes, and every time I ran to the door, the hallway was empty. i wouldn't hear any footsteps running away, or anything. Just an empty hall.

2 - Sometimes I hear footsteps in my living room. At first I thought it was just the building adjusting, or settling, or just the normal creaks you hear in an old building, but now I'm not so sure. And everytime I walk out to the living room to try and see what it is, the sound stops. But it sounds an awful lot like footsteps creaking the hardwood floors. Like someone is slowly walking around the room. WAY CREEPY!

3 - Last night, I was in my bed sleeping, when a loud sound from my kitchen woke me up. It sounded like someone popping a champaign bottle. I sat up, wondering what the heck that noise could have been, when I heard about six more pops, like someone was popping a really loud bag of popcorn. I got up and went to the kitchen, and there was nothing there. When I opened the cupboards though, there was something weird. The screw on tops to a bunch of bottles I had (like Olive Oil, VInegar, Vanilla Excract, etc.) had apparently popped off. I don't get it though. I mean, what could have done something like that? I guess maybe if there was a weird pressure change, or something, but those were screw on tops, not corks. It really freaked me out.

4 - I swear, and I know people will think I'm crazy, and it's probably just my imagination, but I swear sometimes I hear something whisper my name. Like I'll be in the shower, and from behind me I'll hear "JD". Sure, it could just be the shower, or it could have been the wind, but it sounds A LOT like someone whispering my name. It's scary, for sure!!!


So what do you all think. Has anyone had any experiences like this? Or do you think it's just an overactive imagination of a guy who's depressed over his terribel love life. :) Let me know what you think.

Another Day...

Hello Everyone.

I hoep you all had a wonderful, and safe, New Year. I had a near death experience last night. I was driving home from a friends house out in Edina (his name is Charlie. We were friends in high school), and for those who don't know, we had a horrible rain storm on Saturday night, which turned into an Ice Storm. There was even lightning! I've never seen lightning in January before! It was crazy. So I was driving down 94, the big highway throught hte twin cities, going about 30 miles an hour, because it was so slippery, when a car angrily passed me going way to fast. They swerved over into my lane, to try and cut me off or something, and started to fish tail all over the place. I swerved to try and get out of their way, which caused my to fish tail as well. The car that cut my off ended up slamming into the median (serves them right) scarping up the side of their car, while I did a completed 360 across the highway, and ended up basically changing lanes. I'm sure it looked really cool from outside, like I did it on purpose or something, but I screamed like a little girl at the top of my lungs. Luckily, there were no other cars around, because it could have been a lot worse than just the guy scrapping up and denting the side of his car. So I made it home safely after that. What an adrenaline rush though. Icy roads are not much fun.

Well, I hope you're all doing well. I'm off to bed, since I get to wake up nice and early for work. Horay!