(New Story Part 2)

For those of you who need an update, read the first part of this before you read part 2.



Fantastic, I thought, This is the perfect time to find out I'm living in a creepy old house that supposedly was "exciting".

I sighed, picked up the final box filled with miscallaneous items, and walked back inside.

Before I get too ahead of myself, I guess I'd better share the story about why I'm here. It's not extremely interesting, but it is the reason why I'm here.

About a year ago, I graduated from Ashland University in Ohio with a degree in journalism. I thought it would be easy to get a job after that; I was wrong. I had the degree but not the experience, which was what all of the best newspapers wanted. It looked like I only had two choices: be an intern for a while, or stp way form the bigger newspapers and take a job for a small town paper for a while. I looked at both options and realized that I couldn't afford to be paid on an intern's salary for a couple of months. It paid too little. I accepted my fate and started looking for jobs at a small newspaper.

As soon as I found a job that would be flexible ough for me, I packed up and left Ashland and came here. Sure, it was a step down from where I wanted to be, but hopefully, after a while, I'd have enough experience to move on to better things. After all, everyone has to start somewhere.

Out of all the small town with newspapers, Ottoville seemed to be a good pick, and the town was only three hours away from where I grew up, Cleveland, Ohio.

All in all, I was excited. I needed some more changes to take place. I found a small house with an amazing rent price and moved.

This is how I met Jason. As any good gentleman would, he asked if he could help while I was hauling boxes into the house. He was cute. Very cute. I'd be crazy if I said just said, "no thanks." That how we got to talking.

Freaked Out

Yesterday, something really bizarre happened. I still don't quite know how to react to it, but I think I need to share it.

So everything was going normally. I went over to my friends house and we played a murder mystery game. (It took FOUR HOURS!)

We finally finished up, my character was the murderer :/ by the way, and I started to go home. A truck pulled out in front of me and just happened to go the same way I was going. A couple minutes later, I was still behind this truck. We both turned right at a stop sign to go down 2600 North.

Well, the next thing I know, he pulls over to the right, and I keep going straight. So then he pulls back out into the street right behind me. That's when it got weird. All the way down 2600, he was riding my tail. I was going slightly over the speed limit, so it couldn't have been that I was going too slow. Then I started freaking out. I turned onto my street and into my driveway only to find out that he was right behind me.

The only things that were going through my mind were What the hell? and Oh my gosh, he's going to kidnap me! I just froze and stayed in my car. In my rear view mirror, I saw him get out of his truck, and he started to yell something at me. I mustered up enough courage to open my door to see what he was saying.

"Nobody dogs me!" He screamed. Okay, well first of all what is 'dogs'? I just assumed it meant following him. Second, I was not behind him long enough for him to even jump to reasonable conclusions that someone was following him.

I just sat there confused. "I didn't do anything. I was coming home from my friends house."

His response was, "Nobody dogs me!" With that, he got in his truck and left.
I was stunned and scared. I quickly got out of my car and went inside. Needless to say, I didn't sleep in my room. I slept on my couch with the light on. Freaky, right? I thought he was going to come back and trash my car, but thank goodness he didn't.

I'm going to take a guess and say this guy lives around here somewhere. Because when he was pulling out of my driveway, he went into the neighborhood instead of back out of 2600 North.
While I'm mentioning this, the truck was, if I remember right, a white 4x4 Chevy with some kind of gold-ish logo on the side (I don't remember what it was for). The guy had a mustache and was probably about 40. If you see anything around the neighborhood, let me know.

Reason To Smile

Today has been a really good day people.

• I hardly have any homework.


• I didn't have to go to chemistry today, and I don't have to go ever again.


• I transfered into a math class with a kid I like.


• My GPA is MUCH higher than I thought it would be.


• I get to leave school early on A Days from now on.


• I have the funniest friends in the world.


• Today, I've realized, I won't be as stressed out as I have been for the last 2 1/2 months, and that is a fabulous feeling.

Facts

Fact:

I don't have a lot of experience with vampires, but I have hunted werewolves. I shot one once, but by the time I got to it, it had turned back into my neighbor's dog.

Fact:

Your pencils are creating a health hazard. I could fall and pierce an organ.

Fact:

As of this morning, we are completely wireless here on Schrute Farms. So as soon as I find out where Mose hid all the wires, we can have power back on.

Fact:

The eyes are the groin of the head.


- Dwight Schrute



Fact: I miss The Office!


I was watching episodes of Season 3 last night. Don't get me wrong, I still love the old episodes, but it's not the same. Well, I only have to wait for a couple more weeks, right? We'll see if I can make it.

For Fun...

1. My rock star name (first pet and current car): Lucky Prizm

2. My gangsta name (favorite candy bar and favorite cookie): Hershey Snickerdoodle

3.My "brotha/sista" name (first initial of first name and first three letters of last name: A'Bas

4.My detective name (favorite color and favorite animal): Blue Platypus

5. My soap opera name (first name and city where you were born): Aleesha Orem

6. My Star Wars name (first three letters of your last name and first two letters of your first name then the word "of" then a medication you are on): Bas Al of Ibuprofen

7. My superhero name (2nd favorite color and favorite drink with "The" in front): The Black Fresca

8. My Nascar name (first names of your grandfathers/grandmothers): Deanna Shirley

9. My stripper name (name of your favorite perfume/cologne and your favorite candy): Curious Skittles

10. My witness-protection name (mother's and father's middle names): Dee Kent

Haha! This was so funny! I tag all of you to do it if you haven't done it before.

Movies

All right people. For English, I have to write a movie review. I can't figure out what movie to write it on though. I don't want a musical, but I want something with amazing cinematography, writing, acting, etc, and I can't think of one to save my life. Even with our billions of movies at my house, I can't think of one. I could do Stranger Than Fiction. But guess what? Lindsay Judd, of course, is borrowing it. Hhmmm.... I don't know. I guess I'll have to figure it out; it's due tomorrow. (Sigh...)

Well, I need one more entry for Creative Writing, so if I can, I'll post the movie review later.

Here's a cool pic, because I'm bored. Thank you flickr.com!

Advice?

I feel like I need to write something.



I slightly hate these kinds of days.



I don't want to feel like I have an obligation to my writing; it should want to be obligated to me.



I don't know anymore. Lately I've just been so confused and stressed. I feel like everything is my fault, when all I do is sit in silence. I guess part of it is - for not doing anything about it, I mean. But, when others are in a raging mood, somehow, I'm always the one to just be there; the wrong place at the wrong time.





I don't know what to do anymore. With work, school, family, friends, breathing, eating, sleeping, exercising, existing, trying my best to just live everyday isn't as grand as it used to be. Is it me, or do I need to try more? I'm the one that is currently controlling my life, so why aren't I doing anything about it.





I'll tell you why.



I'm scared to live. I'm scared to hope and dream for things that I don't deserve.



But is there another way to be happy? To make things worthwhile is how you become happy. So is there a reason I just want to stay locked up in my safe, little cage?



This isn't a rhetorical thing people; I need some advice. Part of the problem is that I don't know what I'm asking. I guess it's just this: How can I make things better for myself? Should I just keep doing what I'm doing, or do I need a different strategy?

Thanks for the future advice I'm about to receive. Or, if none of you have anything to say, thanks for just reading. Basically to all of you...


...thanks for listening. My teenage mind can be really whinny sometimes. Thanks for understanding. :)

My Future (I Hope)

i still don't want to wake up; you might be gone. but, that's the thing about you; just when my hand starts to get cold, your fingers find mine. when tears fill my eyes, you're always there to kiss my forehead. i can't remember what life was like before you; i don't want to remember. you filled in the holes that i was missing and have planted feelings that can never be removed. never leave. never break my heart.

as i begin to wake up and open my eyes, i am relieved to see you there. you greet me with a soft kiss and a "good morning, beautiful."


i am happy; i am content. my life is perfect because you're here.

Surprise!

Okay, so here's my big news that happened over the weekend. It was so sudden. I got a car! I'm so excited. It's a 1997 Geo Prizm LSI. Oh, I know. It's in really good condition, I think, for how old it is.

Well, I took some pictures of it. I think I might be a little too excited, but I don't care.