Ardent Love

...that didn't turn out like I expected.

Checked my inbox this morning and there was a message from my Dad. He'd gone over to his coworker's house to check on the guy and just hang out. He dozed off there and when he woke up, the guy was gone with his keys. Guess I'd just missed Dad when I climbed out the window.

My folks... they're not mad. They just want me to come home or let them know that I'm all right. ...Sent a message back letting them know that I'm alive and well. But I don't think I want to go home.

Not yet. Call it paranoia or something.

Robert... what happened to you?

An Assassin Named... Alice Twilight

...My folks haven't come back from work yet, and it's pitch-black out there. Cold, too. Dad sent a message saying he was sneaking out before his bosses could grab him for another meeting. That was hours ago.

Trying to keep the mood up by playing music, keeping the lights on, cooking my favorite food. Little things like that. I haven't been home alone at night since...

No. No, they're okay. Mom's probably at yoga and Dad probably got kept late to work on some code. They'll come home soon. They've gotta come home soon. It'll be fine. Yeah. It'll be-

Hark! ('Hark"? Wow, I'm nerdy.) I hear the kitchen door being opened. That's probably Dad. I'll go yell at him for being this late. Be right back!

Power of Dream

Marble, table salt, green food coloring, cold water. Why does that work? Is it the marble? A precise balance of basic chemicals? The food coloring?

Would pink salt work, or does it have to be plain table salt? Can iodized salt work? What about other food colors? Does the water have to be cold, or will warm water work better?

It slows it temporarily. For a while, but not for good. A stopgap measure. It's good. I can't deny that. For now, I'll base my work for a cure off of what Robert's provided. Better to work with what we've got before striking out on my own. ...I just realized who I sound like with that. Jay'd probably laugh his ass off at little old me playing at scientist.

The only way to try this is to... to have no other choice. And it's risky to test it. One screw-up, one reversed effect, and someone's life is over because of me.

I don't want to think about that right now.

The Legend of Green Eyes

I still have hope. Funny. I woke up real early this morning. I mean, really early. And I got myself a cup of coffee (milk, two sugars), went out to my side yard, sat on the wall, and watched the sun come up over the mountains. Just me and the morning. Me and a new day.

I dunno. It just... it feels good to sit up and watch the sunrise sometimes. Makes me feel like no matter how crummy things may get in the future, there's still so much good in the world. And It can't take that away from me. The good things will always be here.

I'm thankful.

(The title came from this, which was playing on my iPod radio when I woke up: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V5U1THLG6ZQ)

Koi wa Sensou

Cure. Can we really do it? Can I...? I think I can.

I'm not a mouse. Not blind. I came into this willingly, wanting to help someone. To help everyone. For being the younger sister, I sure act like I'm the older one, huh? ...Stupid, I know. But I'm not meek. Track record or not, I'll find a way. Some way. Something. Somehow.

I'm not sick any more. The cold is gone.

Ready to get to work.

Geigeki youi.

U.N. Owen Was Her?

I'd post something witty, but sadly, gentle readers, I've been laid up with a monster sickness the past few days. It just crept up on me and laid me real low. Coughing, stuffed-up head, sore throat, the works. It's been all I can do just to keep myself hydrated.

It happened after that time... actually, Sages, I got sick the day after that incident I told you about. (For the rest of you, that'll be in a later post. Suffice it to say, it was creepy.) I'll be all right. Probably just a cold; my father had it last week and he bounced back.

Now if you'll excuse me. I only got 4 hours of sleep last night and I'm dead on my feet. Until later.

Buzzing Bees- er, Hornets

I don't think Jay over at Marble Hornets is doing well. Check out his Twitter.

That Agent is back, and it either knows the password to that account, or... or it's Jay. Cripes, I hope it's not the second one. Please let Jay be all right.

Frakking hell...

Feint

Still here, folks. Still living.

I haven't seen It since that night. Starting to think maybe It wasn't actually stalking me. Maybe less "you're next" and more "I know where you live, so stop learning." ...Yeah, and maybe flamingos will land on my house and start doing a can-can routine. Or maybe It wasn't there for me in the first place. Maybe It was there for my neighbor's daughter, and my coming out of the house when I did was unforeseen. Weirder and crazier things have happened, after all.

...Haven't been sleeping too good since then. Been leaving my bedroom door open to let in some light. Just a way to chase off monsters under the bed, I guess. Like when my sister and I were kids and we thought that the monsters wouldn't come out unless we stuck our feet out from under the blankets. ...You believe some crazy shit when you're little.

Let's hope tonight brings some good dreams.

Storm and...

Big storm yesterday. Poured down on us out here. The first real storm of the year. And I was happy to see it. Not the lightning, but the rain. It always makes the world feel new and shiny, like we're being given a new world. Sentimental, right?

...Saw something during it. Just a glimpse, but something nonetheless. Someone standing out in the rain. Looking at my house. ...I doubt It was there. At least, I hope not.

For all I know, it was some guy whose car couldn't make it across the wash while it was full of water. Had plenty of those, that's for sure.