Tuesday, December 31, 2013

December 29th, 2013

Suffice to say I had a terrible night.
Danny was mental the whole goddamn night, Greg and Tom both tried to coax him out of it, but he just wouldn't fucking give up. Finally, he vented his stress on to Battlefield 4 and that made him feel better. I guess that's good. 

Problem is, when I rendered it into an .avi format, the fucking video clips wouldn't splice correctly, and a lot of it was corrupted. If that fucker would give me a working camera, this probably wouldn't have happened. 

Danny was stone-hard set that he saw Slender Man. That's right. SLENDER MAN OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH 2SPOOPY4UUUUUUU

I think he's just fucking insane, to be honest. I wish he wasn't.

That does kind of creep me out though. Isn't it TallBro's MO to send underlings that he's brainwashed to do his bidding?
I can tell you I won't sleep well tonight. 

Have a good new year. - C

Monday, December 16, 2013

I got a Twitter.

Yes. @LivingComatose. Check in there for updates on the blog n shit, I dunno. Yeah -C

Sunday, December 8, 2013

Well, shit.

AHAHAAHAHAHA. WOW. 

Uh... fucking dick-ass shit. 

I got broken into. My house was broken into. My parent's house was broken into. My family's place of residence was broken into.
But was something taken? Was something of mine stolen
No.

Something was left. 

Someone gave me a camera. 

Some douche broke in and left a camera. Charger and everything. Nothing on the internal memory. It looks to be both SD card and Mini DVD. 

I'm laughing really hard. Someone left a camera. I'm going to assume that whoever left it must have been the same guy fucking with my blog, which means a few things.

ONE! This freak knows where I live

TWO! He's not malevolent. If he wanted me dead, he could've just waited until I came home. I'm not that strong, he could've just stabbed me to death. 


THREE! He wants me to record something. I don't know what, but he wants me to record something. Something. I dunno what, but I'm not too bad at deductions, so I think I'm on the right track. 

FOUR! I want tacos. I'm going to La Naporela. 

So, I feel sufficiently creeped out, and maybe some pseudo-Mexican food will make me feel a bit better. 

Until next time- C

Saturday, December 7, 2013

Translation


Hey everyone. I'm back. After a brief hiatus from blogging, I have returned with a translation of the binary from the previous post (which should go without saying that I didn't post it), courtesy of Tails. Thanks for translating it man.











So it seems I am being limited to communicating through binary only, due to the Master being too...paranoid about being found out. Well, it should be simple for anyone that has the ability to go to a [REDACTED] binary translator.  I feel bad for anyone who has to translate this. Anyway, I've got to keep in touch with the cryptic messages of my predecessors.  *Ahem* The truth of it all will be revealed soon. Trust us, and you will be spared. Try to fight us, and you will be taken to the fourteenth realm. Wait for us Cecil. Wait.


Many questions arose when I read this. "Who's the master?" "Why is this guy talking to me?" "What is the fourteenth realm?" "Why should I wait?"

I'm sufficiently scared. This has gone from tiny crap on the bottom of my posts to a full blown message to me. 

I'm not liking this one bit. I'm hoping if I just leave things be, they'll blow over, so I'm gonna lay low and not do anything. 

Have fun guys, it may be a while -

Thursday, November 28, 2013

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Happy Katanakka!

What is Katanakka, exactly? It's the day where the brave McNinja held their village against pirate invaders. Or not. It's probably some other day for most people. Welcomingsday? No, that's not it. Thanksgiving? That sounds a bit better, but not by much. Why would anyone give thanks?

(I sincerely hope you figured out that I was being facetious)

Any big news? Not really, except that Cecil's gone dark for a day. That's not really big. He usually talks to me every day though, whether by texts or phone call or Facebook comments. It's probably nothing. I'm probably just a bit paranoid on the bit of wine I've had today. 

Not really much to talk about now, as I am watching Star Trek: The Next Generation.  You don't talk while Patrick Stewart is talking. I MEAN IT. 

u wot m8? -Greg 

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Get down with the Sickness!

I am sick! With something! I don't know what! But I am sick. It very well may be bronchitis. Woot! Coughing and insomnia! Also: Latin. There was Latin written on my last post, and I don't know who did that, but it was in the same font, and red. It pretty much said "Go to sleep, Dream, it will all be explained soon."

Yup. 


Well, that's exciting, if a bit odd. And no, I don't care about it. I'm gonna leave that alone. Because I know what happens in horror movies! I attempt to read into that bullshit and I get roped into a conspiracy. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, and I am not going to be roped into any conspiracy bullshit! 

Enjoy- C

Friday, November 22, 2013

Drama+Other Stuff

Cecil here, bros and girls. I'm attempting to make this short and snappy, as I'm tired and listening to the Flaming Lips. Anyway, since Greg posted about it, I'm not gonna go into detail, yeah. Greg got suspended for beating the shit out of this douche who was being a prick to his ex-girlfriend. Stellar. 

I'm surpisingly tired. I duno why. I slpt enugh. And I've been getting migraines. Is this because of the Flaming Lips? Why do yoi hate amazin art-pop body? WHY?


Whatever. I'm going to district cimpetition for theatre. Woot! I have to get up at liek 9:30 tommorrow, but yeah. Should be good. goodnight evryone! - C






























Si autem somnium, vos comprehendant. Nulla. Nulla. Nulla. Quando evigilabo, et vere expergefactus, intelligitur quid scies. Quiescite ergo surge.

The Dane Chronicles: Chapter One (and possibly the final chapter I dunno yet)

I finally beat the flying fuck out of Dane. Am I proud of what I've done? A little bit. Never say that chivalry is dead. I defended a woman's honor. I AM A HERO. But I'm still suspended. 

How did it go down, you ask? More or less at a drama meeting in school there was minor bickering between Dane and Leslie, who are both in the club. I attempted to not intervene. It was up to the point that he called her a whore, and I snapped. I threw my arm around his shoulder and said "Dane, you and me are gonna go have a talk." And so I brought him outside, and the entire drama group followed. Dane stood in front of me and his body language essentially said "You gonna do something?" So I did. I swung and my fist connected with his jaw, and he slammed to the floor. I sorta blanked out after that, but Leslie told me that I wouldn't stop hitting him, and it took Johnathon (a linebacker, who also has a taste for the arts) to pull me off of him. Everyone essentially at first thought I had gone nuts, until Leslie told them what was going on, and then I was praised as a social-justice defender. Great. Just what I want to be remembered by. 

Anyway, I'm gonna be updating this blog, because I'm gonna be here for about a week. :D 
See ya guys. - Greg Shapely

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

The Dane Chronicles: Prologue

Since ol' C is letting me use his blog to vent on some stress, here goes.  (BTW, This is Greg. Blue font is me)

So, my female friend, let's call her Leslie, used to date this guy, let's call him Dane. 

So, Leslie used to date Dane. Dane is my second-best bro. (Cecil's my first) Leslie is also a very good friend.

So they dated for a while, and then broke up.  I don't know why they broke up, but Leslie said that she dumped him because he was slowly turning into a prick. I never really noticed. 

So fast-forward to like three days ago. I text Leslie out of boredom, and I ask her what's up and she tells me that she's crying. Apparently Dane has been texting her utter bullshit about her non-existent promiscuity, and when she told him about her depression, he said  (AND I FUCKING QUOTE) "I don't give a shit. I don't owe you anything."

I can't believe I was friends with such a piece of shit. I swear to god, I am going to beat the everloving FUCK out of this guy. Jesus fucking shit. 

I'm gonna title this the Dane Chronicles, because he's just been more and more dickly. Fuck. - Gregory Shapely 

News Time, Children!

I spoke with Greg today after Psych class, and he told me that he had nothing to do with the binary stuffs. So I guess someone's been playing an elaborate prank on me, trying to weird me out and stuffs. It ain't workin'! I am sufficiently non-weirded out! Anywho, I've been talking to Claire and she's doing better. Her parents still may be getting a divorce, but at least she doesn't hate me! :D That's a good thing. I am glad. 

So in other news, I have changed my password and I have given the new one out to only two other people. Greg and Claire. Hopefully that will keep other pricks from lootin' around in my blog. Why would anyone want to take over this blog anyway? It's literally crap. I just write about shit that's going on until I get carpal tunnel. Go and jack a different one! -.-

Anywho, I have a Christmas/Boxing Day concert coming up! (FUCK YOU, BOXING DAY IS TOO A REAL HOLIDAY) And what will I be playing on piano? Well, none other than SBURBAN JUNGLE! THE QUINTESSENTIAL CHRISTMAS SONG, OBVIOUSLY! It's mainly just to showcase our talents, as this is an arts school. So I'm gonna be teaming up with a marimba player, a drummer and a synthesizer player. That's gonna be fun.


Also, I've begun reading a new webcomic called "I Am ARG". (It's new to me!) It's the most intelligent dirty humor since "Clerks."
I sincerely hope you check it out.
Url? Just Google the damn thing you uncultured swine!

Until Next Time! - C


PURPLE FONT! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Monday, November 18, 2013

not me dude.

Since Cecil's been bugging me, I'm Greg. I sorta-kinda-not really help Cecil out. He's an okay friend, but a bit paranoid sometimes. Anyway, he asked me to update some more on this blog, as I've never actually done that before. So yeah. I'm Greg. I am an amateur filmmaker from the same place Cecil's from. Jacksonville. I like airsoft. Yup. To continue, t'was not me who posted the binary. It could have literally been anyone, as Cecil hands out his info to anyone who asks, and to type in binary all you have to do is Google "binary translator" ain't that fuckin' hard.

To confirm Cecil, I haven't seen Claire at school either. We have two classes together, at the beginning and end of the blocks, so if she came in late, I'll usually have a chance to see her. But since Cecil's been kinda freaky in the past few days I think she's just taking some time off. I really do hope she's alright. 

But no. I didn't post the binary. So yeah. Find someone else to blame. (Seriously thanks for the access to your email and everything. You have like thirty-six notifications from Second-Life you need to get sorted out dude) - Gregory Shapely

Better! Kinda!

I am feeling much better. I kicked depression in its ass! WOOT! YEAH SWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAG. Only now the issue is that Claire hasn't spoken a word to me in like forever. She hasn't returned my texts, my calls, and I haven't seen her at school. I seriously hope she's okay.

Also: I just killed Caesar in F:NV and Boone has the fucking coolest one-liner ever.

"Thumbs down you son of a bitch." - NCR Veteran Sniper Craig Boone

If you don't really know what that means, basically in Roman times (The faction in Fallout is called Caesar's Legion, and they emulate ancient Rome.), in the gladiatorial arena, when two gladiators went at it to fight, one would remain victorious over the other. If the loser survived, the winner would step on the loser's chest and force him to the ground. Then he would look to the Emperor of Rome, and the Emperor would stick his thumb out to the side and if he put it up, the loser would be spared, if he put it down, the loser would die. Boone's a badass.

Also when you confront Caesar after fucking the Legion over at every turn, he'll go on this entire monologue about how much you've fucked him over. Just read this.
Caesar: You're the courier who's caused so much trouble for my Legion, and yet you dare come before me. Vulpes Inculta, the best of my frumentarii, is dead. All the bribes I sent to the Omertas ended up buying me nothing. The Great Khans aren't exactly clamoring to fight for my Legion now. The garrison I established at Nelson has been wiped out. Years of meticulous scheming to place a mole at Camp McCarran - wasted. The Kings of Freeside are cooperating with the NCR now, which frees up soldiers to defend the dam. You even disrupted a promising weapons deal with the Van Graffs. So tell me this, because I really want to know: I am feared - with good reason - but you of all people dare to come before me, the mighty Caesar. What were you thinking?
Courier: Death to tyrants! <Start combat.>
 
I think I'll just post the most badass stuff from New Vegas here. (From TV Tropes.org if you want to see more)
 
  • The Courier has lots more chances of being witnessed performing unusual deeds than in previous games, making him a bit more believable as a great hero. One particular moment comes from retrieving a fallen Ranger's corpse, which was being used by Fiends to ambush other rangers and NCR soldiers. Literally carrying his body back to an NCR position has you stating a few things about yourself, and the soldiers there responding in actual awe:
    Courier: I just did what anyone else would have done.
    NCR Soldier: Bullshit! Anyone else would have gotten killed!
    • Or a little more boastful:
      Courier: Now the Fiends and the NCR know not to fuck with me!
      NCR soldier: No fucking kidding!
    • Or one that while modest, is no less badass:
      Courier: I made a promise to Private Morales.
      NCR Soldier: That must be some code of honor you hold yourself to. Don't worry, no need for you to hoist him over your shoulder and haul him all the way back to California, like I know you would if you had to.
    • There's also dialogue if you retrieve the body at full health and return without taking a single point of damage.
      NCR Soldier: Oh my god. How the fuck did you do that!?!
 
 
Note: Also someone translated the binary, mainly because I was too damn lazy to do it myself. "just sleep, it'll begin soon".
Probably just Greg fuckin' with me. Whatever! See you guys! - C

Sunday, November 17, 2013

Fallout New Vegas mods + Binary shit

Hey, it's Cecil. Still depressed and tired. I'm gonna keep this short. I got Fallout 3 and New Vegas for my PC and I'm having somewhat of a blast, just with intermittent spurts of hopelessness. I'm having decent fun, and it's much better than the console port version. 

Anyway, yeah apparently there was binary put there on my last blog post, and since about six other people have access to this account, I'm not doubting it was any of them. Probably trying to fuck with me or something, I dunno. Anyway, sorry about the short update, I'm really tired. - C

Friday, November 15, 2013

Depression is a cunt.

Yeah, obviously I am back. No I am not doing well, thanks for asking. Depression decided to say hey "fuck you and your happiness", but technically I wasn't really happy. The depression may have been brought on by the blackouts, or the fact that I'm not getting any goddamn fucking sleep at night anymore, and that's starting to scare me.

I don't know why I'm not getting any sleep, or why the blackouts are happening. If that wasn't enough, Claire's fucking crying every day, because her parents may be getting a divorce and she thinks it's her fault. I can't blame her though, that has to be a shitty burden to have to bear.

I wasn't really gonna update tonight, or this evening, or this morning or what ever the fuck time it is for you, but I did so yeah. I didn't die from my spout of sickness, but it seems that depression decided to come back. Fuckin' great - Cecil































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Tuesday, November 12, 2013

not cecil today!

hey, all you people who read cecil's blog! i'm claire, his girlfriend, and he's not feeling too well, and he asked me to update his blog, so here i am! he's doing a bit better, comparing it to last night. he just told me to write this in a different font, so now i am! anyway, he's feeling sick, it looks like bronchitis and so i told him to stay in bed and not to go to school. he's on antibiotics and he's slowly getting better, but until then, i will be updating this blog :3 - claire!

Sunday, November 10, 2013

I write music

I do indeed write music. And I felt since I hadn't posted anything in a few days I might as well post some lyrics. Any feedback is appreciated.


Of Darkness and Ashes
by
Cecil Barnes

(Has sort of a soft piano feel going on)

Every time I breathe, everything turns to ash
Everything I see, it always fades to black
What I believe, it's always under attack
It's time to bleed, and see who will snap

(Heavy Guitar and Drums and Bass and shit, I dunno, it sounds cool in my head)

(Rapped)

It's SUB-lime
The smell in the air
It may be A-crime
But I don't even care
I'm FO-cused
on the gun in my hands
Maybe pull the trigger, then he'll understand

MUZZLE FLASH
it all turns red
SIRENS FLASH
I think he's dead
DECISION TIME
What have I done?
I drop the pistol, and break into a run

CORNERED
On top of a building
PUSH FORWARD
The gunshots ring
SACRIFICE
It's death or death
Either fucking way this is my last breath.

Every time I breathe, everything turns to ash
Everything I see, it always fades to black
What I believe, it's always under attack
It's time to bleed, and see who will snap



There's more, but I'm too lazy... URGH. Anyway, yeah. This is my music please don't steal it :C - Cecil



Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Emotions

I don't know why Eric's death hasn't affected me that much. It just hasn't. I haven't seen him in forever, and when I did he was really distant. Not really there. I think I had already coped with the loss of him. Metaphorically speaking of course.

Claire (my girlfriend) says I should also ask for help about this on my blog, even though I'm fine. It's a small thing, and I can get medicine for it anyway. But she says, so...

Since I was seven I've been getting blackouts where I just miss periods of time. Since most of the time I would have the blackouts was with my parents, they assured me that I didn't move, and no one knocked my unconscious, nothing of the sort. I sort of grew out of them until about a few weeks ago when they came back in 4th period, Psychology class. That was no fun, mainly because Psych is a fuckin' awesome class. But I lost the entire period from my mind, and when I "woke up", I was in the restroom stall, and I had burn marks on my wrist. It was probably just someone playing a prank on me. I'm not really the most popular kid in the school, and it would make sense for some douchebag to say "Hey, look that faggot's asleep, let's tie him up, and throw him in the bathroom." *Shrugs* No big deal.

I don't like getting them, and they usually make me nauseous when I "wake up" from one. Just *shudder* ergh. It makes me feel weird just talking about it. 

Anal Shipment- Cecil

Relationship Confirmed

Swaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaag - Cecil

Well, Sorry 'bout that + Transcript of argument between me and Chris

I felt like giving an air of mystery around my blog for fun. That last post was just a little ARG I was in, along with a few other members of the Slender Nation forum. I found it quite fun. It ended anticlimactically, but I enjoyed myself nonetheless. 

On another note, yes. Eric is dead, and yes that is partially why I haven't updated. I was shocked, and horrified, but I soon moved on, and coped with the loss of Eric. The main issue is that Chris (Eric's brother) blames me for Eric's suicide, that it was somehow my fault. All I have to ask is... How the fuck is it my fault that Eric went and OD'd? I didn't give him the drugs, hell I didn't even know he was on Zoloft. He told me to not go to the funeral, with which I responded with "Fuck that."


More or less, here's a transcript of what happened, when Eric came to my house. I got it recorded, mainly because I was in the middle of doing a podcast.

Cecil: And so, yeah Watch Dogs has been delayed, and a ton of people, myself included, are extremely pissed off.

[Door knock]

Cecil: Excuse me a second my friends, I seem to have a visitor. A first for the Cecil Barnes podcast!

[Cecil approaches the door, and opens it.]

Cecil: Uh... Chris? Hey man, what's up? 

[Chris does not respond]

Cecil: I'm in the middle of doing a podcast, so if you could like let me step outside and-

[Chris pushes past Cecil , and walks into his house]

Cecil: Or, you could walk in, yeah that's fine too.

Chris: He's dead.

Cecil: [Nervous laugh] What? Who's dead?

Chris: Eric. Eric's fucking dead.

Cecil: What? Uh... you're joking right? 

Chris: [Yelling] Do I look like I'm fucking joking?! 

Cecil: [Deep breath] Wait, so Eric's dead? What the fuck happened?

Chris: [Still yelling] He overdosed on his medication! HE FUCKING KILLED HIMSELF.

Cecil: Oh my god

Chris: Yeah, and you know what? I know you had something to do with it.

Cecil: [Taken Aback] What?! What the fuck are you talking about?

Chris: You were the ONLY one to have talked with him! What did you say, huh? What did you tell him?

Cecil: What? No! I haven't talked with him. That's the deal! I haven't seen him, since like fucking today, at school!

Chris: BULLSHIT. I KNOW YOU HAVE FUCKING SOMETHING TO DO WITH IT

[Chris pulls out a switchblade and lunges at Cecil]

Cecil: DUDE WHAT THE FUCK?!

[There's a scuffle, and the clattering of metal against wood is heard.]

Cecil [growls] Get. Out. Of. My. House.

[Chris runs out of the door.]

Cecil: Fuck this.

[End podcast]

Saturday, November 2, 2013

Friday, November 1, 2013

Explanation

Anything that is remotely serious will be in red ink. Well, from now on.



I slit my wrist again.


I was doing so well.


I thought I was.


I hadn't had any urges for months. I haven't always been the "peppy, upbeat" guy you know. 

I used to have some pretty serious internal demons, and coupling my depression, anxiety and self-loathing with news I have just heard, it was obvious that I would do it again.


Eric is dead.




Eric is no more.


Eric is now cold, and lifeless.


Eric isn't coming back. 


To top all of that, Chris thinks I have something to do with it, like it was my fault that Eric went and fucking took an entire bottle of Zoloft. 


That was the straw that broke the camel's back, so to speak.


I don't know if I'll be continuing this blog any more.

See ya - Cecilio


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Fuck I did it again. 

A Very Awkward Halloween; starring Cecilio and the Girl he likes.

      My Halloween, by any standard other than my own, was very uneventful. I went to my crush's house to view "The Wicker Man" and then we dicked around her neighborhood. It would seem that I didn't have a nice time, but I did. I enjoyed being around her. I enjoyed listening to her laugh, and I loved talking to her. I felt super nervous, and so I spoke in a very hushed, dry tone, not really my speed.

      I ended up bumping into her a lot, which caused me to apologize a lot. She said it was cute, but I felt really paranoid, as I did not wanna fuck this up. This was my first relationship with a female in a while, and it seemed my social anxiety decided to take a nice piggyback while I went over. 


      We're probably going to hang out tomorrow, and hopefully I won't be all paranoid, and maybe I'll ask her out. That's being hopeful. Urgh, high school romance makes me feel weird. Like depressed, but hopeful. 


      Eric was at school today, but only for a short period of time. He more or less looked like really sickly and shit. He was there for about thirty minutes, and he went to all his classes to get work. I am worried about that kid. Not as worried as my love life, but still very worried. 

Enjoy Kiddies- Cecilio

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Terrible Movies?

Watching terrible movies is an art, and I think it should be treated as such. Mystery Science Theatre 3000 did it in such a way that was accessible to the average person. I do think that we (as a species) should gravitate more toward terrible films, instead of ones that have been given praise. "The Wicker Man" is a great example of "So Bad It's Good". Nicolas Cage overacts worse than William Shatner in the original Star Trek, and that on top of a terrible story, makes it the most unintentionally hilarious things on earth. I say this because 1. The girl I have feelings of affection towards, enjoys Nicolas Cage, and 2. I really fucking love this movie. This movie is so fucking bad, I think everyone should watch it. WEEKER MAN: WIF NICOLAS CAAAAAGE AS A DETECTIVE NO ONE CARES ABOUT. 

ALSO: DEMONS or like possessed island-goers. And bees. There are bees in this masterpiece. GO WATCH THIS NOW. - Cecilio

Monday, October 28, 2013

What?! In LOVE?!

YUP! Your buddy, Cecilio, is in love. Goddamn, I have never felt this way beforrrrrrreeee... WOO! God! This is a nice high that I haven't felt in a while. Or ever. 

So yes. There is a GIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLLL in my life! There is a downside, since she doesn't actually know that I am harboring these feelings for her. I have been told by very reliable sources that she thinks I am cute, which brings up a question I have to ask. Cute like a teddy bear, or cute like Daniel Radcliffe? There is a difference. One is to hug, and the other is to... copulate. 

But yes, I am in love, and I am feeling pretty damn swell about it! Woohoo! -Ceclio

Day 4

CECIL IS IN LOVE! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
I WILL ELABORATE LATER, FOR NOW, I MUST BID YOU ALL ADIEU WHILE I WORK OUT MY FEELINGS -CECILIO

Saturday, October 26, 2013

Day 3

Neither Eric nor Chris came to the skate thing. Losers. It was pretty fun, and I got my skate on. Pretty SwaguliciousMcYoloPants. I will never say that again. Today I went to a kickass party, which again neither Eric nor Chris showed up for. What dicks! Well, it's not their faults I guess. It's sorta lame-o-ish, but hey! It's chill. So, the only other UPCOMING event is the Halloween Scare-A-Thon, where I get to horrify small children. I'm excited. HOPEFULLY ERIC AND CHRIS WILL BE THERE, IF NOT, I WILL SKIN THEM BOTH! - Cecilio

Friday, October 25, 2013

Day 2

Skating today! Woot woot! Tripping small children! Woot! Woot! Funzies! Eric and Chris should be there, but there's no telling if they will. I'm a little annoyed at them for seemingly severing all contact with me, but hey! Not like I'm holding a grudge! (I am holding a pretty big grudge, and I'm probably going to berate them.) Everything has been going great today, and now I'm sure I'm gonna end the day pretty well! :D See ya! - Cecilio

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Day 1 (New format I'm trying out. It's easier than coming up with a title for everything)

Well, after giving my poor kitty a well-deserved funeral, I skated off to school. Wonderful day today. Pretty cold. People bitching about it being cold, and me wearing a short sleeve shirt, making fun of all the people bitching about the cold. Quite hilarious, and I enjoyed the hell out of it. I had a decent day, as I had finished preparing my play for the District Competition.

There was something a little weird though. My friend Eric wasn't at school for like the eightieth time in a row. That's not very normal for him. (It was more like tenth time.) Eric is like one of those preppy kids you hear about, always coming to class on time, never missing a day, making A's on tests. Yeah he was preppy, but without all the douchey-ness of preps. ANAL FIST PUNCH. I'm sorry. That was my selective Tourette syndrome. I apologize profusely.

So, to return to my sane train of thought, Eric hasn't been at school, and he's not the kind of guy to miss that much. I haven't even seen him on Steam. And he's the kind of guy, when he finishes his homework to go on, and do nothing but play DOTA 2.
Uh huh. Very preppy. But, yeah, no word from him, and nothing from his brother either. Chris and I go to the same guitar teacher, and so it's odd for him to not talk to me about Eric. Chris has been kind of distant, and hasn't approached me, and all attempts at discussion warrant curt answers. It's kind of annoying, but also very disconcerting. I hope he's alright. Anyway, yeah... also, I recorded a video last night, but due to my crap internet, it wouldn't upload. Possibly expect it tonight, or this morning. - Cecilio 

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Fuck

I uh... wow. Two days and already something noteworthy to write about. Literally about four minutes ago, I uh... 

My cat is dead. Like from a dog or something. Like... fucking shit. I'm frustrated more than sad, because it's my fucking fault I let him outside two hours ago, and now it's fucking dead. Shit, it's uh... it's fucked up. I feel sick, and now I probably won't be able to go to fucking sleep. Fucking fuckity fuck fuck fuck, all my fucking fault. I'm gonna look around where it happened, for like paw prints or some shit. 

Also: I was originally going to post about beating the ARMA II campaign on Veteran, but that seems really fucking stupid now. 
See ya- Cecilio

Evil Dead vs Every Horror Movie Ever

As the greatest horror movie, I think that Evil Dead wins by a mile. It's superb in all aspects. It blends campy humor with edge-of-your-seat horror, and it's just damn good! I mean, seriously! Wow! It's also one of the few series to never suffer from sequelitis, or the rapid degradation of quality through every sequel, *COUGH* *COUGH* Friday the 13th *COUGH* *COUGH*.

The reason I am writing this post, is because of my recent purchase, The Sam Raimi Collection Pack. All Three Spider-Man movies, and All three Evil Deads. I know what I'm going to be doing tonight! I'm gonna be frantically putting my material together for district competition! Hooray for procrastination. 

Long story short, Evil Dead rocks, and fuck Districts. Seriously.- Cecilio

Sickness is Sudden, as is Alliteration.

Woot! I got ill. Not good. I seem to have come down with an extreme cough. Since I am asthmatic, it's understandable, but I've been up coughing and retching all night. It's disgustingly horrible. I hope to feel better. It's four AM as well. Wowwie. -Cecilio

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Plans!

Queue those whoops! I got tons of plans, and tons of things coming up, many of which are Halloween related, if not all. I have a skating night on Friday, which is not as dumb as it sounds. It's actually pretty badass. The next day I have a costume/birthday party. And then fast-forward to Halloween, I'm going to a subdivision, so I can start scaring small children. Oh, yes, there will be shit in those children's trousers! 

Perhaps I am too excited by making four year-olds cry. I don't think so. Children are annoyances, and I dislike anything that wants more than they already have. "Mommy I want more!" "I'm sorry honey, we just spent over sixteen thousand fucking dollars on you. I can't get you another television. You already have six." "I WANT MOOOOOOOOORE" "FUCKING FINE, SHUT UP YOU LITTLE BASTARD."  I like to think I would be a great parent. My ideal child would be one who would shut up and just do work. Or I'd sell the fucker on EBay. 

Rant aside, I don't actually hate children that much. Just those spoiled pieces of shit who get more than I ever had, and still want some. Kids who respect people older than them are actually not that bad. I also have a soft spot for abused children. Not that I was abused. Oh hell no. I was treated better than the President's kids. It's just I find it sad how people beat their children for doing nothing more than living.

That was quite depressing. I apologize for that, but I felt like I needed to get that off my chest. Whoo! Three posts in a day! Yeah! PRODUCTIVITY IS KICKASS.

Not that I'm being productive. I'm actually supposed to be writing music right now, but I figured I should give more to my negative digit blog fans. So, yeah. Have fun! - Cecilio

Introducing Myself

So, let me introduce myself completely, as I just gave you my name.  My name is (Of course) Cecil, and I am sixteen. Damn, this would be a helluva lot easier to just do it in a MySpace-style format.

Name: Cecilio
Age: 16

Location: Jacksonville, Florida
Likes: Sleeping, Internet Culture, Canada, and Guys. (Both Specifically and In-General)
Dislikes: Rednecks, Mitt Romney and Mac OS



The definitive guide! Enjoy- Cecilio

A Blog? Really?

That's what I asked myself, but I think it would be quite easier for me to get my thoughts on paper and to discuss... shit, I dunno really. For those of you interested in another person's life (Maybe because your life sucks, or something, I dunno.), My name is Cecilio, but my friends usually refer to me as "Cecil" or just "C". I'm sixteen and I live in the wondrous city of Jacksonville! That's in Florida. 


More or less, this blog will be a chronicle of my daily exploits, and things I do with my buds. Taste and actual. So yeah. Be ready for crude language, sarcasm and cynicism! 'Cuz that's what this blog's gonna have. Enjoy mothafuckas. - Cecilio