The Halloween Party.

This is a particular story I've been building up to. It happened on October which was in 2011, a year that had two end of the world predictions and was all building up to 2012. It was all chaos and just weird. Those two words perfectly summed up this party I was at. I didn't know how I got there or why I was there, all I knew was that I was there. I was in a room that had a pool table, some pinball and arcade machines, a TV, a fridge, and snacks. I also remember it had pizza but that wasn't important. The important thing was that I saw Indianna Jones, a ninja, and honest to god Jason from the Friday the 13th movies playing pool!

I was shocked to say the least and I didn't know what to expect! My mind ripped to shreds as I saw Jason use his hatchet as a pool stick. The Ninja was quiet and very calm, Indianna was full of confidence, and Jason looked more pissed off than Godzilla when he was attacked by missiles. I just sat down on a leather couch and watched in awe. I remembered that Indianna was winning and that Jason was the worst offender of the group. Soon, after a couple of rounds I gained the courage and joined the group.

I was starting to relax as I saw that these characters were just playing pool. I foolishly thought that this was about the worst that it was about to get then I saw that there was a damn Terminator here! Damn right, an actual goddamn Terminator! Now...shit was real! I nearly pissed my pants and ultimately lost my concentration, resulting in my perfect win being tarnished. My god even some of his skin was torn off! I kept my cool and just keep playing pool while often looking at the Terminator. Of course due to my luck, I was spotted by the Terminator. I still kept my cool until the Terminator grabbed my shoulder and turned me to his face.

He demanded me to say why I was looking at him but I wouldn't crack. I was trying to act tough but we both knew I was about to break down. Then, to my undying gratitude, a fight had unleashed between Jason and the Ninja. The Terminator put me down to watch the fight as I just fell on the floor, relived to have survived. I then watched the fight and already knew who was going to win. While the Ninja was skilled and was great with a sword, Jason was strong and had the god-given ability to-you know- not freaking die!

I went to the fridge and got out a mountain dew, one of my favorite drinks. Soon, the Ninja gave up sinceh e had probably killed Jason too many times to give a shit. I went back to Indy and started playing pool again, to my horror however the Terminator had joined as well. I just played along, not giving in as the party was getting croweded. Soon, Indy had quit and went to a pinball machine as our match became more tense. Soon, after a long time I had finally won and raised my hands in the air because I didn't give a shit!

The Terminator just looked at me as I left the pool table to go to the arcade part. I started playing Pac-Man of all things, starting to realize I was the only human here! Remembering to stay calm I just kept playing, ignoring everyone else. I was out of quaters when I lost the game. I just reached into my pants pocket and pulled out a packet of Wonka nerds. I quickly ate the candy and went to the TV area. There, Alien was playing as I sat down and enjoyed the movie for what it was. This was where the memory ended, I don't know how I escaped but I did. And thank god there was nothing on me that wasn't there before.

I sat in my quarters, wondering why I was telling this and I got no answer. Clearly something wasn't giving me answers but why, I don't know.   

Survivor of an apocalypse and the end of the world twice.

I was back in my quarters, thinking of random casinoes when I suddenly realised something. I'm a pretty lucky fellow. I've survived Harold Camping's end times shtick twice and survived Y2K at a very young age. What was the reason I wondered? How could I have survived apocalypses of such epic porportions and come out without a scratch or scar? I looked up the apocalypse and end of the world predictions to find an answer. Damn. There were so little connections. All were about the destruction of society. All had a date on when they would occur. And all were supposed to be hellish.

Then after looking hard, I analysed the hell out of all the articles I could find on wikipedia about these subjects. There was the answer, right in front of me! None of them came true! Not a single one! They were all bulls#*% theories! I looked back and saw that the only theory of true merrit was the Y2K prediction! I feel good about myself, knowing I solved this 2 minute crisis. Now that that was out of the way I decided to move on to more important matters. What were they? Well you see.

Laters.  

The wrong idea of blogging.

Hmm, I sat in my quaters writing my blog when I read my earlier posts. Clearly I had the wrong idea in my mind. I was more of a new genration man who used the word epic for things like tacos and weird shit I found at Las Vegas. That wasn't the idea of blogging. That was just a mere afterthought. Even my first post in decades felt like it was trying to be my old self. But it was not to be. For I was a new man dammit! And as such I needed a completely new style, and I think I've found it. I'm not sure how long it'll last but it would do me wonders for a while.

That is all.

New Style.

It's been a while since I've been a blogging. Almost a whole damn year. I decided to cut the tribute crap and blog what I'm supposed to blog. My boring as hell life!
For a couple of days I've been at my dad's parents place. They were as of now divorced, but yet they lived together. I didn't get that. I was always watching either Spongebob or my movies that I bought.
Being here made me think about possibly getting a grade in journalism. I thought it could be fun but then again I've always had ideas cloak my head. Besides I was more into writing stories anyway. Maybe I could add a narrative of some sort to my articles but my mind was too busy.
I thought about easing it with jazz music but couldn't find any music at all. I was hoping to but I couldn't. My first idea was to tell the time I was at that creepy party but I decided not to. It all started with-ok I'm getting off track. I just ate some ice cream a couple of hours ago so I was feeling ok.
I don't know if you people'll like my new style here but I don't care. So laters peoples.