kind of awkward isn't it?

So this is how things went down. I've been house sitting. I was here a few days before the family left. And when I got here the toilet was clogged. I found out I had to watch a dog and that didn't bother me. What did bother me was when my aunt started argueing with her husband. That was awkward. Especially since they have two kids a ten year old girl and a thirteen year old boy. That's about around the age I was when my parents devorced. So all this brought back memories. Good times, good times... wait, no it wasn't.
So it's the night before they leave. Parents are arguing. The mother calls the plumbers about getting the downstairs toilet and sink unclogged. But the father unclogs the toilet. They had been arguing before. And I was just awkwardly sitting in the living room, until the daughter walks in and starts playing video games... and she sort of sighs and says, "Sometimes I hate myself." She's ten years old and saying something like that. So I'm like, 'whoa' and I get up and walk around into the kitchen when the father comes out of the bathroom waving around a wet tampon on the end of a stick, WAIT what? No joke, the reason the toilet was clogged. And the mother is like, "EW GROSS!!!" and she starts yelling and shouting. And so I go outside on the porch and hide there for a little while.

The next day they leave for their vacation, I'm watching the house and the dog. The dog trolled me practically all week. But I gave it food and water and let it outside. Except it kept raining. And than the weather cleared and you know what happened. The grandmother stops by. And she asks me to help her clean the place. And I couldn't object. but than she said, "You can't tell your aunt." and I was like, whoa, now wait a second... what have I gotten myself into. So I helped clean the rooms a bit. And move down all this furniture, lamps and things. And I was thinking, "there is no way the aunt wouldn't know that her mother in law was here." And the mother in law kept hinting that my aunt was a terrible mother. But she kept saying, "you're a smart boy." And I'd bet that she's the type of person that acts nice to you to your face, but wouldn't hesitate to say cruel things about you behind your back.
But some of the things she said about my aunt weren't exactly untrue. My aunt doesn't seem to be very organized. But she says so herself, so at least she'll admit to that. And I think my aunt also might over react just a little about her mother in law. They really hate each other.

And that was the problem, after working away for a few days... it was time for the family to come back home. And my aunt noticed. And she freaked out about it. And than the two parents fought ever since they've returned. It just got uglier and uglier. And I could tell that the gets were depressed and frightened by the whole thing. I did my best to stay clear away from the whole thing. My aunt literally threatened to kick my uncle out of the house. The kids where right in the other room and could hear the whole thing and my uncle is saying that she's crazy, and talking about all the crazy things she's done.

And tomorrow I am finally going to head out of this place. And I honestly can't wait. I feel bad that I helped the grand mother because it caused so much turmoil. And that's what I meant about this being such an awkward week.

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okay so this actually happened on Monday. I took the redline to Cambridge. The train, subway thing... well it's not really underground until it get's to the Boston/Cambridge aria. But anyway I got on the train in Braintree, real town by the way. Look it up. But anyway I get on the train and take it to Cambridge Massachusetts. And there I was going to be at an open mic thing. When I got there these are the things I remember. Firstly, a girl walked up to me and said, "I like your shirt." It was my grave rubbing shirt, the one with the skulls and shit. It says Momento mori on the front which is Latin for "Remember the dead." She wasn't ugly or anything... but I didn't know what to say. So all I said was, "yeah."

Another thing that happened was a man walked up to me trying to sell me a book on Buddhist meditation. So I ran away, through the crowded streets. With all my luggage. I had my acoustic guitar\r and a duffel bag full of clothing. I went to a Vietnamese restaurant, everything had garlic in it. I hate garlic. I spent some time wand3ering around, listening to an amazing street musician... all this was around Central Square in Cambridge. A man seemed to walk up to me, while I was leaning up agianst a wall listening to the street musician. He was sort of smiling, but than the look on his face changed to less of a smile, he appaered to have noticed something behind me. I was leaning agianst a short little wall that encircled a cafe aria. The man looked down and hurried on his way. I looked over my shoulder and saw there was a police car there. The place was filled with people... so I can only assume the man thought I was a dealer. He may have asked me if I was selling any good product, but than he noticed the po-po so he turned and left. I don't know.

I went to the open mic, turned out it was mostly poetry reading but I signed up anyway. So many great poets and one really good musician. But I wasn't that musician... I was the nervous kid who had never played for a crowd before. I went up there and I found I didn't even have a guitar pick. I reached in my pocket pulled out one of the keys to my old laptop that is now no longer with us. I luaghed an said, "This song will be brought to you by the letter..." I realized the key didn't have a letter on it, "The number two!" And than I tried to play a song. but my hands shock, and I couldn't keep the tempo consistent, and I couldn't hit half the right notes. And there was a camera video taping me for the local television network. And all these peoples starting at me completely dumbfounded at my stage fright. I was trying to play parts of my Intake song, but I couldn't get it together. I gave up and said, "I'm a little nervous. Let's try chords, they're easy." So a strummed a few chords A, E, F, C... what else could I do? What should the next chord I play be? I had no plan, I had no material, I couldn't remember how the song was supposed to go... what was I even playing? "Okay, uh, I don't know where I'm going with that so, moving on to something else." And I tried a variety of different things I've been working on. But it was all a jumbled mess. "Okay... I think that I'll..." I was about to say I was done, but the man that was hosting the show stepped in and interrupted me, saying it first. "Thanks, he said. I think you've played enough." So I got up and sat back down in the audience. He added, "Come back again and play some more for us another time." As he thought to himself, '...but not anytime soon.'

I can't fap to this. I can't rap to this. I can't trap to this. I can't nap to this. I can't crap o this. I can't tap to this. I can bap to this. I can't cap to this. I can't app to tis. I can't thap to this. I can't dap to this. I can't hizhap to this. I can't cat to this. I can't run laps to this. I can't IT'S A TRAP to this. I can't map to this. I can't sap to this. I can't yap to this. I can't pap to his. I can't zap to this. I can't wrap to this. I can't chap to this. I can't camp to this.

This will be a creepy post. As I introduce you to my non-existent children. Two boys and a girl, each one has two ages. They are Ben Abyll, Little Bunny Foo Foo and Erich Zann. By their IC ages Ben is the oldest, Little Bunny is the midde and Erich is the youngest. but by their ooc ages, Zann may be te oldest followed by Ben and finally Little Bunny.

Now, I don't think of these characters as my actual children. That would be sort of, insane. But in order to write an interesting post let's assume they are. And I can think of them in those terms. The only problem is Ercih Zann isn't really my creation. If you want to think of characters being the children of their creators technically Zann is Lovecrafts child. Mine is a younger version of the Erich Zann from that story.

So obviously I did not name Zann after myself. Although te name is similar. Erich Zann... if I used the original spelling of my last name it's Eric Ztandl. Yeh, maybe a bit. And we're both musicians. I thought it wouldbe a good character to try to recreate. I'm not doing so well hough with him. He's my least favorite actually. Yes, just like if I had real children I play favoritism.

Erich Zann, he has to be mute so if I ever say anything I need to do it through a note. He plays the viol, and I do not. He sort of doesn't have a place... niether does Ben, but at leas Ben is my ow creation. Ben is suppsed to be a idealist... he trusts people. He forgive those who do him harm... he's a nice guy. I couner balancehim with Little Bunny Foo Foo. Who I have been playing as ahe, but for some reason, something tells me the character is female. I have no quelms roleplaying a female character. I would often did it the last ear I played D&D, I would decide everything on random. I was known for flipping a coin when I had to pick my characters sex.

Also the picture I used for he character is from a comic called Blip, and the character the picture is of is actually female. I mean sure, it could go either way. there is no way you could tell. But tht mightbe a part of the reason I chose the gender of the character. Also she may be based a little off my little nieces, who were always obnoxious just like the character. But that's i really. The chaacteris the greatest because she is obnoxious, she has a history... sure the name s from a nursury rhyme, and yes that was another part od the puzzle to create this abnoxious bratty chracter because Little Bunny Foo Foo hops through theforest beating the shit out of little feild mice. It's perfect.

But I added more to the character. She's an orphan,she had prents... I have pretty good ide of what happened to them and plan on hinting to it through that character.

Benjamin Abyll, he has no real history. We know he doesn't fit in with the other pirates, but I don't have a reason as to why. He's just a sensitive guy I suppose.He's supposed to be more of a erious character, but peaceful. So I'm left wondering how much fun it could possibly be trying to stay in character with this one. His stance is the middle road, he avoids conflict and he's kind of dull... considering he's a pirate he is really boring. But I'll try to get him to wonder around and hopefully h will find his morals challenged or something. He needs some sort of history. All he's got is a distrust of Yorkmen, because one killed him. But he's not alone in that.

Erich Zann, I've already explained this character. He's als been killed by a Yorkman, and in all places, Wiksik. I was sre that sleeping there would get me killed. But I thought it would be a native, since it's a native town known for being quite hostile. That's beside the point. v'e actually spent the leas time with tis character. But they should be an interesting character to play as. Afterall they are suppsed to use there instrument to either repel or summon an outlandish void. But this character is much younger than Lovecraft's Zann. Shartak is a strange place. While some characters have a history to draw from, this character has a future.

So if these three whre my children Little Bunny Foo Foo woul be my favorite by far. She's just the funnest to play as. She cartwheels past people. She acts tough, but than falls on her face. I actually can write stories with what tis character has done.

Little Bunny Foo Foo was sitting in the medical hut in Dalpok. She's bored, she wishes to prove to the lord of Dalpok that she will be the greatest warrior ever known to this village. She leaps form te hut raes toward the massive citidel on the other side of town. It is a giant gray monolith. Skulls of the great nations enemies adorn and decorate the terrofying structure. She skips and bonds toward it. She is one of the quickest of all her peers. Little Foo Foo enters the citadel. Sitting in the thrownroom is Vercingetorix and his concubine. Little Foo Foo doesn't hesitate she loudly announces, "I will be te greatest champion Dalpok and Shartak has ever known! I will chase all the pirates and mean outsiders away from the island, and thy will be so scared, they'll never wanna come back!!!" She stands tall... at 4.2 and as she dramticall turns t leave she rips and falls out he dor, and all the way down the steep and tall staircase.

With Benjamin Abyll the best I've got is when he was in York. He gets is in a tiny disagreement with one person about the natives. Than some madman, who is a Yorkman at that kicks in the door and starts to kill him.

And I have nothing for the Zann man.

I did create for other characters that are retired. A shaman from Raktam, known as Foxfleet, she was based off my first character Csycica. But I didn't want to ply my old character. Things had changed too much since than. James Hook seemed promising, but I already had a pirate... and if I was going to go for a literary character Erich Zann attracted me more. I am a fan of Lovecraft, and Zann is a muscian. The third was even more tricky Danial Tagor. I liked the character, he was sort of based off of the character from the story I orte a while back. Unfortunately that story is lost as I deleted all my old posts and my old Facebok account. Of course the computer with the original story on it was... BRRRROTHEEEERRRRRR!!!

Anyway that story was about a serial killer. Who killed people of his old faith because his home nation blew up. He may have been raped by demons well in th wastelands of his fallen nation... bt I never mentioned thatin the story. His name was something like Davis Tagor... Danial Tagr was a bit differant, and he was created for a specific reason. Someone had a character named Th Hanged Man who declared himself Sherrif of York, And he was a Caligua, he was killing people for breaking laws he created such as: Peaceful Intent, Collecting Seashells, Healing, Stealng Signs... and he was the greatest thing to happen to that town in months. I though I'd help out with a character that would be willing to inforce his zany laws. But in the end he disappeared and the concept became moot. also I can only have three characters. And they are Ben, Zann and Foo.

That must have been a joy to read.

I saw Back to the Future. Would you travel back in time to see the first screening of that show when it first came out in theaters. That would be pretty retro, and fitting given the movie.

Time travel may be possible. My favorite thoery is that there are many ulternate time lines, and when a person travels back through time, they can pop into another time line. Now if it orks this way thee is no chance of cuasing a parodox... and sure, you wont b able to chnge your own timeline, because that could cuase aparodox, but... you could still muck around in the other timeline. You could change that one, or you couldjust observe it. Or you could party down in the seventies,get high in te sixties, go to a sock hop in the fifites, chillax with Albert Einstian in the thirties... fuck the forties. That decade is kind of not really fun at all. I hearthe twenties were pretty roarin'. And te eighties and nineties, fuck yeah I'd dig hanging out then and there.

I could totally kick the fucking snot out of the younger me, becuse, I fuckin' hate that kid. And who didn't? He was an abnoxious little fucker that one. Or I could just hang out in some other place during the nineties. The nineties were some good times, I was too young to remember them, but they were still good times. Well, I rememberlike 97 and onward. sort of don't remember anything before I was like ten or whatever. Childhoods a blur. Kind of sucks, probably why I'd like to relive that decade. And the others, well I didn't even get to test those waters.

And then there are the differant centuries. I could go back to times unheard of, of course I'd probablycatch some disease that my body isn't immune to. There should be an all purpose vaccine system for people traveling back to times like the fifteent century, or fourteenth, whichever was the one with the bubonic plague. Because that was one hell of a plague. Almost as bad as the outbreak of boy bands in the nineties. Holy shit, tat would have to be the biggest risk of traveling back into the nineties. Fuckin' pop music... but hell, it can't be as bad as the pop music of today.

Anyway yu fuckers wanteda new post, so here it is. Enjoy it...... OR DIE!!!! uh... I mean, diet. er... dye it, dye it cyan.

What happens when you put a man up against a machine?

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Shove it in your ass you monkey nut sucking dick mongrel.

Fuck, I've done this before... people do it all the time, they make threads about the newgrounds users that are the e-friends. Well... I almost did that again, and I probably should since if I post this I'm just gonna offend people, particularly my internet-friends.

But that would be exactly what you wouldn't expect. So for now I'm just going too sit here... and stare into your soul... like a greedy little crack smoker. Who wants to try cocaine. It burns your nose and throat. And gives you energy.

Also I'm talking about the energy drink of course.

Send me a facebook friend request so I can ignore it. Thought it might link to my facebook rage but it didn't.

Don't touch my strudel.

I am go too far!!!

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This little netbook I'm using, it can't record worth a shit. It can't do it. Lars could eat this little thing. He could have eaten it!!!

But why do I need to record? Well, cause it's what I do... that's why. I don't have FL anymore, but I downloaded a little midi program. And you can easily convert midis into, whatever... and than I was going to add some guitar and bass, and of course the lyrics... but I can't do that. All this work... for nothing.... well, at least I could upload the midi. It's okay... I guess.., not everything I wanted it to be. I had big plans for this little midi, big plans.

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I'm getting old, I probably have forty years left before I die... hell, given my life style I'll probably be dead much sooner than that. I might make one more blog post before I head out, or move on... or return this stolen laptop to it's rightful owner. Haha, I mean I don't even own a computer anymore.

It's been all day... and no one out in the IRL even said Happy Birthday to me. Typicall. It's always like this. Even when I was a kid no one ever came to my birthday parties. Eric looks at the giant cake on the table. I don't even know why I bothered to bake such a large cake for the occasion. I'm always left to eat the entire thing myself. Eric begins to sing in his lonely but angelic voice. ~Happy birthday to~ sniff sob ~me~~ Happy birthday to me~~ *looks around at the empty kitchen hoping that maybe a few friends would come out of no where, maybe shout surprise... nothing happens* Happy birthday to Errr-ic. Happy birthday... to me...

He blows out the single candle he put on the cake. Wishes never come true do they. He garbs a chunk of the cake with his bare hands, stuff it in his greasy mouth while screeching, "I'm so fuckin' lonely!" he sobs and eats the rest of the cake, the whole thing... all while crying and muttering, "So lonely..."

I'll admit it. Every day I vote Denis Kucinich on the top five.

The porno industry. Because I can point a camera or some lights or whatever. Music isn't working out, my dad wants me to get a real job... and I want to continue pissing him off. If I'm in the adult industry I can do both... that way no one is happy.

I have ideas for odd shows too, not really pornography... but weird stuff. Maybe borderline porno, more on the artsy side of the fence I guess. I still like my idea for Eargasm... and I have another idea called Molatovs and Flareguns. That last one will probably need to be animated. I'm not one for pyrotechnics... yet.

I really with I was feeling more inspired musically, but lately I've had nothing. Just can manage to come up with any good rifts or melodies. Also without a computer how can I do any of this. Well that pretty much puts that plan out of commission.

So let's form a company, let's film some porn... because sex pays. I could use the cash, it could be a creative output. Too bad no one here is old enough to be involved in the business. I try to talk to the older users but they don't really like me. They think I'm a weirdo... a weirdo who wants to make pornos tp get back at his parents. Even though they'd probably approve on the grounds of I'm actually doing something with my life for once.

Not that I talk to them anymore. But if I did get a job in the porn industry, I'll make sure they're well aware. That why they can do the right thing and officially disown me, and destance me from the family. Haha, good luck with that! Chandel isn't that common a last name now is it!

Will I ever grow out of this rebellious phase... give me five seconds and we will see. . . . . nope.