no more scary car. good day

I'm assuming that you understand what the title means. I hope you do, it's written in simple English. (If there are any non-english speakers on this blog, congratulations, I have no clue how you've made it thus far)

There was no car today. I'm gonna take a breather and play Civ V. I just bought it for twenty bucks, so I'm gonna have fun. 

Yeah.

YEAHHH


I FEEL IT



DO YOUU FEEL ITTTTTTTT???


CAN YOU FEEL IT MR. KRABS?


(I'm in a good mood) - C


Note to readers: I am indeed very chill about everything that's been going on. This is because I've figured that if you approach mostly everything with a rational mind, and try to make the best of things, you will come out on top. 

Not like that


Gross.

Following again

same car was following me today. same area as i was walking home from school. 

i'm getting scared. like, really and truly scared. 

exact same car. mercedes, no plates, etc. 

there was a sticker on the window, like an id tag. it had a symbol and then some numbers.

it looked a little like this? (artists's rendition)

obviously that wasn't accurate, but it's close enough, so yeah.


if anyone could help, plz shoot me an email at livingcomatose@gmail.com

Maybe I'm being paranoid, but...

I was walking home from school today, and I noticed a peculiar black Mercedes that seemed to be going slower than the rest of the cars. To put this in perspective, I have to walk down State Road 21 to get to my house, one of the busiest highways in the state. This car was going significantly slower than the rest, and so people were passing him. (I say significantly slower, I mean about fifteen to twenty miles under the speed limit.) Though it seemed as soon as I caught on that the car was tailing me, it sped off.

This makes me super uncomfortable. I really want to stop blogging about this, but I feel better if I share this with the world, rather than just keep it inside to ferment into something else. (Like neurosis!) 

The oddest part about the car, was the fact that it had no plates. That's really what scared me. 

1.) Nondescript black car
2.) Slow speed
3.) Absence of plates


I sincerely hope if I am being chased by the Men in Black, that it's the Will Smith version, and not the comic version. 


If you want to say something directly to me, email me at livingcomatose@gmail.com


See you later- c

i don't even care anymore

i don't give a shit anymore. yeah, yeah, scary! text run through a zalgo-ifier with a vague meaning giving me a time span of six months to accomplish something because "HE" has returned.

uh huh.

spare me please. i have too much to be working on to deal with this. i don't fucking care, so please stop with all of that crap, and go back to gamejacking TribeTwelve, or whatever you fuckwits do in your free time.


eat a dick.


:D - C

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t̜͈͓̣h̷̘̫̖͓͇e̮͖̫̤ ̯f̖̪͙͔̞̀o͇͟ų͕̹̘̠r͓t̯̪̤͇̪̪ͅe͚̫͉̺̙̰è̙̠̭n͈͉̹̮̫̻̗͢t̠̬̬͉̙̗͓̕h̨̤͎̝͎̻ r͉͕̩͖ͅe҉͕͇a͙̱̫l̘̤̦͖͈m̡̳̟̻͖̘̪̤ ̹̪̼̫̮̜̀h̺̲̺a̝͖̘̭̗͍̞͞s̫̻͕̜͕̻̳ ̙͢o͇̰̯͎p̨͇̮̫͍̩e̼̗̦̱n̖̻̙͔̫̟̯͞e̴͓͍͔̟̖d҉̺͙͓ͅ
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Answers... kinda

Yeah. I've been gone. The video didn't render either. Fucking Blogger, always ruining shit. 

*sigh* 

I bet you guys are wondering "What took you so long Cecil? Why has it been over a month since you've updated?" 

Well, simply put, I forgot.

Piling classes and college applications, and finding a job on top of other happenings, I haven't had time to update, and I soon just forgot about the blog.

Yes. That last post, without the video, was cryptic. I'm sorry Blogger was being a fucking pain in the bum, and not uploading it, even after I rendered it in 720p on Sony Vegas.

Ugh.

So. Updates:

1. Claire dumped me, for a girl no less. Long story, rather not get into it.

2. Greg won't talk to me for some reason.

3. I have become an insomniac.


One of these things is beneficial to me. Wait, nope.

None of them are.

I've been really depressed and feeling like shit for these last couple weeks 'n' stuff. I apologize if it looks like I'm making excuses, when in fact I am just stalling

"Stalling for what?"

Stalling for explaining what happened in that video, since FUCKING BLOGGER DIDN'T UPLOAD IT. 

Basically, I have a band. We were looking for a practice space to set up. (Band's name is Living Comatose and we play post-punk) My mutual friend between Greg and his brother Tom, was a guy named Danny, who offered to show us an abandoned location that could possibly work as a practice space. Everything seemed fine, that was until I walked into a room alone and the door shut on me. It also locked itself. 

Now, this could be seen as a prank from one of the other guys, but the thing is...

The bedroom door had no locks. 


So, yeah. The door shut, it locked, Danny had to break it down, and then out the back, Danny sees eyes, and a figure. Not related, but one next to the other. (The eyes were apparently next to the tall figure.)

So! Danny flips out, runs to my car, and we drive all the way back to my house, where Danny stops, sees something, and freaks out a second time. So, we get back to the house, Danny's pissed because we don't believe him. So he gets pissy, and almost punches Tom in the face after Tom made a comment about Danny's upbringing. 


So- in short- a lot happened. 

I wanted to do this video so you guys could see my face, but since apparently blogger is being A FAT FUCKING DOUCHEFACE, you'll have to settle for a picture instead. Enjoy. 

(This is my Facebook profile picture)

 

Yeah, so enjoy that. 

Freaks.

(ILYGUYSIMJK)

I'm not really sure what to do now. I guess I'll keep updating the blog anytime something happens, but I'm hoping that'll be never. 

*Le sigh* Where can I find a man in my life?

Enjoy- C