Waldon here! You wouldn't believe the sheer volume of work we've needed to do over the past few days. I've got chemistry still due, I've got two math assignments due for the start of next week, some English, a bio test on Tuesday (I think) and a stats assignment.

AUGH.

By the way, most of that is for Monday.

So! Onto news! Bre and I finally got to spend some time together tonight! :) It's been a few weeks since we actually got to sit down and just watch a movie or something and relax. :( Something always comes up, or something always needs to be done, or somebody always has a problem that we need to help with. Tonight was exactly what I needed, I think. :) Hopefully, Bre had a good time, but I don't think I'm very entertaining to be around. :(

We have next to no time anymore. >.< As it is, I had to decline a woman who asked me to babysit for her tonight. :( I just have too much to do! I didn't finish my bio lab until 8 o clock, and it was due by midnight tonight. >.< I was working on it since Friday night. >.<

I hope that woman isn't too angry with me... :(

Just now, I was hearing a weird scratching noise coming from the living room and after about 15 minutes I was starting to wonder about it. Now, I should clarify that I'm ALWAYS hearing things in this house. Like, even Gladdale and Scottie and a couple other people have heard people calling out my name, and nobody was there or calling out anything. I've heard it too, and things regularly make noises in the walls. I got home from work during summer vacation while my parents were gone to the cabin for the day, and there was a massive chunk of bloody meat on the floor.

So, I figured I should probably check this out.

I walked out to the living room, and lo and behold; my dog Gunner lying on his side, the side of his face pressed into the carpet, scratching the floor with his feet like he was running sideways, his tongue lolling out. There was a crazy look in his eyes. His tail was going nuts.

So, I call out to him. He nearly explodes with happiness.

After about 3 seconds of extreme joyousness, he promptly lies down and goes to sleep, like he wasn't just channeling an "I just smelled 14 permanent markers and ate chalk" level of crazy.

I love my dog. :P

Oh, hey! The movie I was watching is over. :S It was Hellboy. I love that movie, and I think it comes on every Saturday night here. I must have seen it about a dozen times over the past couple months.

Now, I need to go to sleep. I've got a ton of math due Monday, and I need to start working on it early. :(

Good night, all!
-Waldon

Tonight's (This morning's) epic sounding title is from a song called "Blood and Thunder" by Mastodon. The album tells the story of Moby Dick, if I'm not misinterpreting it. :P It's absolutely amazing, their sound is GREAT. Look 'em up sometime.

Now, I actually don't have much to talk about. :P I'm kind of a boring person you see. But this afternoon Bre biked up to my house, and we went to the store to pick me up a new razor and some mouthwash and chocolate and ... oh yeah, conditioner. :P

Funny story. My razor disappeared somehow in the past 3 days. :P It was left upstairs while the downstairs bathroom was getting tile put in. The job was finished, so I brought my shaving cream and razor downstairs again. Yesterday I went to shave because I was looking rather neolithic and my razor was gone! The shaving cream was still there, but my razor and spare blades were gone! :S Anyway, I bought a new one today, so crisis averted. xD

Then, Bre and I came back and ate some chocolate and listened to music. And I shaved! :D

After supper I went down to Bre's house, and just puttered around with her for a while. :P She was holding the fort down while her parents were gone over to somebody else's house. So I left around midnight, and now here I am. xD

Creepy story now. I walked in the house at midnight, and when I closed the door, I could distinctly hear nails walking on the hardwood floor upstairs. My first thought was my dog gunner, but when I reached my room, I realized something..

Gunner has been gone for the past 3 days with my sister while she's staying at my aunts houses. There was nothing to MAKE any scratching noises. Creepy. :P

Anyways, I suppose I should go to sleep. Good night all!
-Waldon

...there be Sea Bears and Land Sharks.

Waldon here, and I come before you this evening with a tale of horror and suspense. A tale that will make you shiver in your boots, and break out in a cold sweat. Okay. Maybe not suspense. And it's probably not that scary. But at the very least it's stupid and ADD/Entertaining.

I was thinking earlier, about Sharks and Bears. And then I thought: "What if they switched places?" Think about it. How terrifying would it be to be out fishing with a few buddies, sitting back, drinking a coke or whatever, hands idling on the rod with the line slowly bobbing on the water's surface... and suddenly a BEAR breaks the surface and JUMPS upwards, paws lined in deadly claws, mouth open with it's horrifying maw gaping wide! Picture it. Just do it.

Now, onto our next image. The intrepid explorer, hiking into the highlands in the mountains of Eastern Europe. Looking for the ruins of some long forgotten Keep or Hold. With his eyes ever on the undergrowth, it would be impossible for him to know what was coming next. A great silent predator, quietly gliding it's way through the air, akin to the sea, it's eternal grin fixed with an even longer lasting hunger. It's mouth opens, and the rows of teeth descend, with the shadow growing, you look up, only to see the horrifying black abyss filled with razor sharp implements of rending death closing on your head!

You would never see them coming. The sheer unexpectedness would kill us all. You can't shoot a bear with harpoons if it's in the water! It's too hairy. The harpoons would tangle. It would just enrage the beast. The Shark. You can't shoot it. You can't cut it. It wouldn't be able to kill it with one swipe. Then imagine how angry it would be, it would be enraged to some unworldly level, the catalyst being the smell of it's own blood, and YOUR fear.

We would all be doomed.

But then... it was bound to happen. Somebody had to improve on these monsters. Somebody hated humanity enough to change them for the worse.

Suddenly, they both have lasers.

And the world as we know it, my friends, has changed.

So, my tale ends for the night, because I'm out of ADD. :P
-Waldon

Waldon here again, the lyrics for tonight's title are from the song Listen to the Music, by the Doobie Brothers. I am a huge fan of the Doobie Brothers. From what I've heard, they're all about just kicking back and relaxing. Forgetting about troubles and just moving on. Great stuff.

Anyway, today was a big day for our school. Well, big-ish. It was our annual cake auction. People from our school bake cakes to bring in that get auctioned off during the afternoon to the individual classes using money that they raised during the past week.

Sadly, I missed it. It was my last year, and I missed it. I felt horrible this afternoon, my blood sugars were high and for lack of a better description, it felt like my veins were on fire. It's not a particularly pleasant aspect when you thoroughly think about where a teenage male's veins lead to in the end. Very painful during every single exertion. Oh well. I laid down for the afternoon and talked to Bre. We watched the Republic of Doyle. It was the first time I've ever watched that show. It was good, I'll admit it. We also drank some tea and ate some blueberry cake. I'm happy with that. :P

After supper, I didn't hear from anybody really. Bre was out with somebody else, and if I'm not contacted by 7 30 by anybody, it's guaranteed that they've found somebody to hang out with. I'm the guy that's always just "there". Sadly, the downside to that is that nobody else is there when they're out. I accept my role as the quintessential basement dweller. It's a rough job, but I think I can handle it. It takes monumental amounts of soda and simple amusements. I think I've got my bases covered. :P

On a random note that doesn't follow chronological coherency at all, last night I had a bad nosebleed, and another bad very early this morning. I was feeling pretty dizzy throughout the morning. I wonder if there's any connection with my high blood sugars? Anybody out there who knows about this stuff that's able to tell me?

Anyway, I spent this evening reading webcomics. I've added another 20 or so to my read comics, but before I add any new ones to the list, I've got to finishing linking the OTHER ones. >.<

I found one comic called Dead Winter that I enjoyed a lot. It was about zombies. Everything with zombies is good... wait. Let me rephrase that. Anything with zombies and some EFFORT is good. xD

So, I guess I'll be heading to bed now. I've got nothing else to say, really. Good night all!
-Waldon

Waldon here. I had my math exam this morning.

It was unfortunate.

Also, Bre isn't posting tonight because she has ANOTHER exam tomorrow morning. After having 2 today. That's rough. Thank god I'm lazy and only did 3 exam courses. Math was my worst exam, easily. And I didn't even DO History yet. That tells you how hard my Math exam was. We started at about 9 am this morning. By 12 pm, I still had 4 long answer questions left. I ended up leaving out one question, and I'm praying that I get a 60% in total. It was harsh. I decided to answer B on every multiple choice that I didn't know.

I got a LOT of B's.

Anyway. I spent the afternoon at home, trying to get over my taxing ordeal from this morning. Bre was in school still, she had another exam. I think it was Francais? I don't know how to do the little accent thingy under the c. But she'll know what it is. :P It means French, anyway. For those people that don't understand French. I don't blame you. That stuff's hard to wrap your tongue around. Bre makes fun of my accent. I am the cave man of French people. xD

At around 4 45, I left the house to go pick Bre up from the school. It was a really rough evening out. The wind was blowing hard and it was snowing. I almost couldn't see when I was driving in a couple places. I could see my door almost opening a few times when the wind caught it. I really need to reattach that stupid rubber thing that fell off of it. I'm thinking it's important for the whole "Keeping my truck warm" idea.

Anyway. I spent the rest of the night sitting around at home, eating Cheetos and sketching. I got a few sketches out tonight, I think it's great. I haven't been able to sketch ANYTHING for the past week or so. Or at least, what I did sketch was crap.

You know what idea terrifies me? Or at least, keeps me entertained? Zombie poultry. How would you fight them? You wouldn't be able to! You kill a zombie by removing or crushing it's head. Chickens can live without their heads. We're screwed if they get bit. The only possibly way to eliminate them would be to crush them or burn them. . .

Wait. Zombie chickens give me an excuse to set potentially entire mobs of chickens on fire. I'm beginning to warm up to the idea. BAM! That was actually an unintentional pun, but I'll keep it anyway.

Well, I guess I'm done for the night. Good night everybody!
-Waldon

Waldon here and I think I'll share my thoughts on the "extinction" of the dinosaurs.

I want you to picture something. An earth from a billion years ago. Lush forests and great trees that reach high above and touch the very heavens above. But, this changes! It becomes evident that soon there will be a change; all will soon know. For it will soon be announced by it's deathly herald: a sky filled with light and fire! Now with only minutes to spare the massive heads of thousands, millions, of reptilian heads raise above the ground. Now, you think to yourself, the great light and flaming death from the cold space above will shatter on contact with the earth and raise clouds of dust and dirt that will cloud the sun, blot out the moon and stars and destroy the world as it was known for millions of years. Beginning the ushering of a new ice age.

You would be wrong.

As those heads raised above the trees, a pair of great yellow eyes stared balefully at the incoming murder. It knew. The great beast had grown strong and tall on instinct alone, and yet it knew what was coming in the very depths of it's minuscule mind. And understanding dawned! The great reptiles all knew what they must do, what their call will be! The real reason that they had become the kings and queens of the earth and sea. Against the fire filled backdrop of the falling sun stood a single shape. A shape known as regal to all that saw it, a shape that filled every eye and mind with nothing but fear and awe; The Tyrannosaurus Rex. You see it's strong brows, strong enough to break diamond along it's planes, the strong legs tensing, and great teeth grinding as it turned its terrible eyes toward the great voyager before it... and spoke in a voice deeper than we can ever comprehend, maybe not even in a voice! Just a thought so strong that all across the great continent it was embedded in the mind of every living thing!

"Now mammals, you are small and weak. We are doomed, but we will fall for you to stand. Flee the burning!"

Yes. Yes, I'm sure you shuddered as you read this. It was a memory embedded into the very genetics of our being. A code added to our DNA that even now remembers the sacrifice made for us. But a sacrifice for what? You ask. There was nothing to fight! I beg to differ. You see, that was no normal asteroid. You know where I'm going with this.

That asteroid was a ship! A vessel from the deep cold sent here for some unearthly and horrible reason that we cannot comprehend, but we all fear. Oh, you laugh! But what do you know? Oh, I know. I know everything about this. Do not doubt my words, heathen.  On that rock there were Others. Others that wanted to steal the very life and soul from this planet!

The great Dinosaurs knew this! They had no way of knowing, but when They came close, the great Dinosaurs felt it deep in their beings, what they were meant to do! Maybe it was some purpose instilled in them from some great Being Above, who knows?, maybe it was some sudden parallel evolution brought by the circumstances around them that gave them their first, and last, noble thought- but without that chance that they gave us, the freedom those great beasts fought for, we would all have been destroyed before we even began!

Now, the battle was great. Led in their charge by the most noble King of Reptilians, The T-Rex, the Dinosaurs all gathered. Predators and Prey. Hunters and Hunted. All differences cast aside now in the most important of times. Again, the King raised his head, and all did bow and listen before him . . .

"My brothers, my sisters, we are a dying breed."

There was no stir among the great assembly before him.

"We know of what will come soon. We know what it will do."

Silent consent from the millions gathered.

"We must save the Small Ones. Our time has come, theirs must come to fulfillment. We know."

All the bowed head's raised. The great yellow eyes of the King turned back towards the falling fire. Suddenly, the world was shaking! The very earth screamed it's protest as the unwholesome Others brought their parasitic decay to the once pure Mother Earth!

"They come! We fight!"

And the thousands, millions, nay, billions of Dinosaurs raised to their feet and screamed their defiance! The sound reverberated off the the very sky! A sound of their defiance and nobility! As one they turned and walked into the fire and light! The mass of bodies, quickly enveloped by the near supersonic wave of dust and wind, disappeared.

That was the last that any mammal has since set eyes on the great beasts. But some of us know exactly what happened in that infernal conglomeration of dirt and unholy gale, we know. They fought! They fought to their last claw! The Great Fliers! The Regal Herbivores! The Ferocious Carnivores! They all gave their all to holding off the threat from beyond! Who knows how the Tyrannosaurus finally passed on? His once great crown touching the defiled earth touched by the horrid Others. But I think, before his legacy disappeared, he stood on the bodies of the no doubt thousands of defeated enemies before him and looked towards the beginnings of man; and smiled. Smiled his great grin as only a creature with as terrible a maw as his own could.

The dinosaurs were ended that fateful day.

Now, we live in a world where we protect ourselves. Can you not hear it now? The voice of the King? He praises us. We did good, I think.


Anyways... I just wasted at least 10 minutes of your time, with something you probably didn't want to read but expected there to be something worthwhile at the end, that you're never going to get back. Congrats. :P Good night all!
-Waldon

Waldon here, the title today was given to me today by a figment of my imagination within my dreams. Thank you massively white bearded dream guy with the awesome walking stick, your words have been taken to heart.

Dreams can say a lot you know. I think that dreams are what show us who we really are. Or at least, who we want to be or do not want to be. Is that not the same as who we are, regardless?

I dream almost nightly of flying as high as I can, seeing the whole world laid out beneath me.  The vibrant blues and greens, browns and yellows, even the gray stone of the great mountains looking almost iridescent. But when I reach so high I can feel the air change. I start dropping, farther and farther. I can see myself in the reflections of thousands of passing skyscraper windows filled with the faces with every person I've ever let down or disappointed. I see the polluted sky above me getting darker and darker, an ominous red hue filling my eyes. I reach out my hands to grab for the fleeting faces, but I always hit the ground before they grab my wrist. Then I lay there, feeling crushed from the fall. Lying on cold concrete with my life stretched out above me I can physically feel the world revolving beneath me. And then you know what? I start feeling very tranquil because I know something is coming. I can hear what sounds like a song, but I can't hear the words. But they get louder, and louder, louder. . . Then I become scared. Terrified. The song is telling me something horrible, but I can't hear it. It get's louder. . .

And then I wake up.

It sucks, actually. I'm a sucker for a good story, and this dream makes me want to know how I end.

Dreams are a link to something. They are a link to our inner minds, our feelings and emotions. For thousands of years, human beings have regarded dreams as spiritual things and only recently have we started ignoring our dreams as meaningless. We've left behind the animalistic instincts that have let us survive for thousands of years.

The selection of the Dalai Lama. The Dalai Lama is found with dreams. The wise men follow the messages they get in their dreams to find the newest reincarnation of his Holiness after the passing of the last. After reaching a place they think is the correct place, they'll find the youngest child there and test him. The child can almost always identify the belongings of the last Dalai Lama. One such selection led to the rising of the Dalai Lama and his mother Diki Tsereng, pardon me for incorrect spelling if I'm wrong, who kept alive Tibet's religious beliefs and government through even the takeover of Tibet from China.

Have you ever walked somewhere at night, and you just feel like you should avoid something? There's no logical reasoning behind why you don't want to go down that particular street or avenue, no reason behind why you chose to take the right path instead of the left. You just felt like it was something you should do, so you did it.

I believe our dreams come from the same place those instincts come from. From whatever vestigial process in our highly evolved brains that give us the blessing of gut instinct. They're our thoughts processed on a subconscious level, allowing us to think so deeply that we could understand the very workings of the universe itself if we let ourselves.

What if we just let ourselves "fall", so to speak? We could just let ourselves do what we think is right at all times. Not what we tell ourselves is expected of us, we don't have to follow trends because the rest of us do it- we could do what we want for the betterment of us all because it feels like the right thing to do. Everybody has a good side to themselves, it's only to look in the dreams and see their own self recrimination in the souls of criminals, the tranquility in the beings of righteous devotion.

Now, I think I've probably bored you all with this incessant talking, there really isn't anything in this blog tonight worth reading, really. So, I'll make it up to you with this:

If you've had a dream you'd like to share, a gut feeling that turned out right, or even just thoughts, send me an email. I'll make sure to personally email everybody who sends one to me back. Here's my email.

waldonbest(at)hotmail(.)com

Although, I could probably count the number of people who read this off my hands and toes, but here's for effort, yeah? Good night everybody, have a good one.
-Waldon

Waldon here. I think I'm going to spontaneously explode. There will be no warning or reason, it'll just be a sudden *pop* noise and there'll be little Waldon chunks everywhere.

The reasoning for this statement is as follows;

I have dragged myself through many serious injuries and damaging scenarios. I have lived through many dangerous and highly unlikely situations. I rely on 3 separate drugs to function. At the age of 17, I've undergone many experimental treatments and several sketchy chemicals, as well as 2 operations. I have 2 foreign objects embedded in me in two separate places, and my internal organs are damaged.

The fact that I'm still going "strong" is a medical miracle. It is hypothesized that I simply cannot die and will remain as a zombie. I don't think that's the case, despite my childhood friend Russell's sincere hope to be a part of the beginning of a zombie apocalypse. I believe I CAN die, but it will be after an incredible ordeal filled with many near death situations and/or godlike acts of awesome. I will surpass this ordeal and then the universe itself will start to refuse to accept the possibility that I'm still here and I will simply explode to save the universe the headache of contemplating my existence.

I think it's a valid theory.

It's better than my first theory. Which involved an old lady, some double-stacked-with-butter waffles, a rogue Zamboni and a notorious gang of Hawaiian pogo-stickers.

That theory was just silly. I can't even eat double-stacked-with-butter-waffles. :P

I've got a bit of space left before I can end this post with a clear conscience. Should I gripe? It almost seems like I've been whining on here for so long that a post without it is sacrilegious. I'll just do some token complaining then.

The girl I like is tiptoeing around me about how she's on the go with another guy. I've liked her for four years. Its the snowball next week. She and him will be there. I don't want to go, but I have to because she'll want me to.

Is that good? Does that sound whiny enough? Somebody tell me if that sounds whiny enough sometime. Anyway. Good night all. Merry Christmas!
-Waldon

So this is Waldon here and I've officially spent over 10 hours on a math assignment this weekend. My day's were spent staring at a bunch of white paper and a calculator trying to make the right answers come out. It didn't work.

But I want to forget about that.

I spent a few hours tonight perusing the boards at Something Awful- and an old topic caught my interest. It was dedicated to the creation of pictures and stories based around the paranormal. None of it was real of course, that was the point of the whole board.

But regardless of me knowing that, I still fell prey to the creepiness that the board had to offer in one particular regard;

"The Slender Man"

A creation of pure terror, in my opinion. I knew for a fact what was creepy about it, how it was made, who made it, everything. But I still caught myself a few times over the course of the night looking over my shoulder, or not looking out any windows, thinking there's nothing there, no need to look. . . whereas normally I would look, because I knew there was nothing there.

Normally, something like this wouldn't even phase me. My house seems haunted sometimes. I believe in ghosts. I know several people that can attest to some creepy stuff that happens around my house at times, most without any explanation possible. But this story the thread created actually creeps me out. :P

A tall, thin man. Who appears to have the skin of a suit wearing human man as a disguise, a thin facade instead of what he actually is: A monster. He hides in the crevice between reality and the ether. He silently stalks his victims, children, men, women, everybody. There is no way to escape him. His black holes from empty eyes that stare into your soul, freezing you in place. His face horrid- a  tree-like man that will drag you- kill you- into the dark dimensions that he takes his prey. Who knows where that is? He has branchlike arms, fingers, legs, everything about him is like some sort of stretched out shadow. You find yourself unable to run from him, you just want to walk towards him and his arms. His prey is found sometimes, on- or STUCK on- the branches of tall trees. Their insides, out.

Some kind soul posted a short story that their father wrote in his journal. Said by something that seemed like the Slender Man to the father in a dream brought to him by The Slender Man. From that story, came this;

"'When you fear me, I love you, when you cower, I draw near to protect you, I will always protect you, I will always watch you. Your blindness is my omniscience, your weakness, my omnipotence. Until the day you die. Until the day you die.' I don't hear the words, but they always stick in my head. I'm going to watch over my son. Until the day I die, until the day he dies."

This description of him, the pictures of him, all seemed to strike something in me. I loved it. It was original, it was scary. If I could, I would take every picture of him I could find, and show them to you. Albeit, the pictures show only what he LETS us see, of course.

Okay, I'll stop with this now. I'm getting carried away, and I'm not making much sense of him. If you want to read about the Slender Man, look at the links I included below.

Anyways, that's all from me. Good night, whomever reads this!

The Thread that Started it All: HERE