When We're Ba Ba Banging

Finally! I've been trying to post on this Blog for the longest time. I wouldn't respond to the New Post button. The Blog's title has been altered though, honestly I have no idea why. Instead of Anti Matter next to the B it's one of Peter's freaky (X) things next to Pay. Up. I hate those damn (X) things.

Do you have to PAY for Blogger? Since when? Maybe it's a glitch, or a prank. I'm going to try to change it back.

Anyway, I'm in Crete, tried to tell everyone about the vacation my foster mother dragged me on, but Blogger was acting up. Currently searching for Pegasus, despite the fact that I probably won't find anything. I mean seriously people, a WINGED horse? It's ridiculous. But I've always liked Pegasus in general so I'll keep looking. I swear if anyone gives me that ''have a little faith'' bull...

Edit: This glitch is getting on my nerves. The background is messed up. It's all red and broken with black lines waving around. I'll try to reset everything and see where that goes.

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She said, that she would give me greatness, status, placement

Above the others, my face with grace covers of the magazines

Of the hustlers, paper, the likes of which

That I had never seen, her eyes glow (X)

With the logo of our dreams, the purpose of our scene

A obscene obsession for the bling

She would be my queen, I could be our king, together

She would make me cool, and we would both rule, forever

And I would never feel pain

And never be without pleasure, ever, again

And if the rain stops, and everything's dry

She would cry, just so I could drink the tears from her eyes

She'd teach my how to fly, even cushion my fall

If my engines ever stall, and I plummet from the sky

But she would keep me high, and if I ever die

She would commission my image on her bosom, to him

No possibility it would retire as well

A match made in Heaven set the fires in Hell, and I'll be

Development

That camera is acting up, the picture of the house has been completely destroyed. Don't ask me what. It's just lying in pieces. I've been looking around Peter's room, for ...well for anything really, I honestly don't have a clue what to search for. I've read his Blog up until it got hijacked by Acid. I've searched his room for books or plans back when I thought he was participating in an ARG. Seriously the more I deny that some dude dressed in a business suit that stallks people and eats children exist the more suspicious I get that this really is the case. But I just can't accept something like that. It's ridiculous, it's impossible. And it's terrifying.

It ends soon Noland Zuckerman.

You signed a contract, and you will pay what you owe.

How About That?

More people from elementary school are on this website then I thought. And it seems like their still just as bitter and nasty as before. I've got people to look for now, so I'll have to give you a better update just a little later.

Karma.

Short post today: I'll give everyone a guess as to what happened when I showed up at Gregor's trailer.

Awaken

I'm feeling well. I honestly feel like I had something to say. I can't remember. Wow, missed out on most of the morning and the afternoon, I guess I was really tired. Later today I think I'll look for Gregor, until then, what's up with everybody else?

I Feel Great

I'm healing up nicely. I guess that's all I wanted to say. I'm going to go find Gregor and tell him to step off the little girl's once I've completely recuperated. I may not be in agony anymore but I'm still tender to touch in certain areas. I haven't been able to really find the drive to bother anyone on here, since nothing interesting has happened. I'm going to go read any new comments, then check up on Crashing Through the Trees, A Wand and a Prayer, and Flashlights in the Dark. I've already checked up on Shuffle Up. Acid's been inactive for some time now, but I know he's on the internet. I recieved an email from Peter's  adress directing me to something called noprototype no backup, something along those lines. I'll check it again and deal with it later. Anyone else thirsty? I'm sort of thirsty.

Succubus

No. I'm not fine. To be blunt I got beat up. Yes I threw the camera away. Several times. As I was saying. I was beaten by some of my former classmates.

Gregor and his boys graduated about two years ago, when I was sixteen? He's twenty-one now. You see he's always had this thing for little girls, dating well below his age. It's really none of my business what sluts in training want to do and with whom they want to do it. Yet for some reason I would rather be damned to let any twelve to thirteen year old go into the woods with that drug dealing bastard.

Yeah he's a drug dealer, he's the go to guy for drugs around town. You'd think that someone would leave the pot and the heroine back in grade 12, but you'd be wrong. Ever since he's graduated his operations have gotten bigger. That's irrelevant though, to each their own. Except when it comes to pedophilia.


I was going for a walk to try to clear my frazzled head. The camera coming back had scared me out of my wits.


That's when I first saw them. Gregor and Yancy from highschool, his new "girlfriend" and some kid I didn't recognize. Peter had made it his job to follow Gregor around whenever he could and whenever he had some new toy. So for a while, since Peter went missing and all, I just watched them laugh and screw around with each other , you know? The regular ol' douchebaggery. Excuse my language. Anyway. When they started to head into the forest that's when I got very, very worried. Against common sense I followed them without any form of self-defense, trying to keep my distance while still keeping them in sight. Worse part was they where walking on a stone path so I had to be careful not to rub any rocks which didn't turn out to well, they turned around so many times, I feel like it's a sin they didn't catch me.

Eventually I had to duck into a behind a tree a little bit longer than usual and somehow I lost the group. I tried walking along the stone path at the risk of exposing myself. They vanished. No trace, none. I had a feeling they just gave me the slip though, so don't go jumping to conclusions. Then I just got lost. Before you say anything my sense of direction isn't that bad, I don't know what happened. Everything just started spinning and I got scared. Very scared. I'm not talking paranoid, I mean straight up fear, primal fear. I...well I blacked out. I must have fallen, hence the black eye. My sides and my shins hurt when I woke up, the pain was...awful to say the least, I don't know how to describe it. It was like burning-piercing-ish, I'm going to stop using was because I'm still in pretty bad pain. Luckily my neighbor found me outside, she was a friend of my foster-mother Ms.Shay, who I think I mentioned before. They think I'm lying about what happened. I told them everything I'm telling you, well save for the following Gregor around like some stalker. They took me to the Hospital to see if I had broken anything. Yeah the wrist got dislocated go figure? It's not that hard to type though. In fact it's the least of my injuries

So there you have it. I'm fine. By everyone's other than my own standards, anyway.

Strange Happenings

So that article. I read it. The picture on the camera is still there, except it's night time now. I tried uploading it. Crashed Peter's laptop, which I had been using to post for a long time.

My laptop is still in tip top condition luckily.

Was someone telling me to be careful? I mean is that even plausible? Thanks again for linking me Shadowed.

As for this Zero guy, well, to each their own.

Edit: Have I told everyone that I may just have a new found hero?

I can't help but wonder who owns this rundown little house? I've just received this Photograph on a digital camera that someone left on the sill of my window, which, rest assure, is now firmly closed and locked. I might check this place out if I can get the address, if not, well then I'll leave it be. As for the camera itself there are no other pictures on it. I'm getting rid of the thing anyway. I doubt anything but trouble can come from using it, or keeping it around.

Plus

So this is a plus, isn't it?

Alright, I understand what Kay's getting at. Fake leads are plausible. But maybe if I try to hook up with this thing I can work out a deal....

Yeah right.

Anyway, I get what you guys are saying, Kay, Glass, I'll be careful.

Hellfire. I'm only 5'10.

The Situation...

....is an AWFUL nickname.

Now that we've gotten that out of the way.

I don't really know how to go about this post. I've seen that guy, Acid(at least I think it was him), he's dressed up in some vest and a dress shirt, wearing a robin-like mask and a top hat.

I tried to leave the house when I saw him outside, but he was on the other side of the street, and I know this sounds extremely unrealistic but as soon as a truck passed him he was gone, like that.

It made me angry. Very much so.

And if it was him then why was he just staring at me, another question to go with this one is how long was he staring at me?

I'm still a bit skeptical about this, but I doubt it's just a bunch of weirdos playing some game. And if it is I want no part of it. Something else is going on here, and I'm going to find out.

Apologies and Revelations

So...

This isn't a game.

I'm going to start following people now.

Burn Fireblaze

Alright Hellfire. Acid. Enough games. I'm tired of your horror story urban legend crap. I want my brother back. And I don't care what I have to do to get to him. Now just tell me what you want. Where to find you. Anything.

It's your cue, say anything! Come on! I'm ready for you nut-jobs.

Kay, if you. . .if you're sucking my brother into this stupid story I will. . . I'll never forgive you.

Waste of a Life

"What a waste."

Those were Peter's last words before he disappeared.

And since that day I've been thinking.

What have I done so far with my life?

I despise this place. Indiana.

I got a job in a Department store recently. Did I tell you all? Do you care? Of course not. This is what's great about Blogger, the silence.

Wait. . .six followers? And one comment? Go away. Go away. Don't bother me. I hate the noise. I hate the noise that people bring. Ugh too many people.

I love the silence. I can't be around people. Don't fit. Don't fit it.

I enjoy suffering.

I love it when people participate in...Overimaginitive ...self loathing. (You are. . .everything you say you are.)

What time is it?

Peter Pan Flew Away to Never Land. 

. . .

Acid

I have your letter, what do you want? Who what where are you Acid? Where is Peter, why WHY why are you messing with my family?

I don't want anything to do with this boogey-man, horror crap alright? Yeah if Peter did that would be fine, but the effect it's having on him . . .just LEAVE US ALONE! Please? Please?! Oh God please leave us alone. Acid I know you're reading this, you can SEE this, and Peter, tell your friend to stop bothering ME if this stupid game means so much to you.

Ghost

I've been having dreams about my older brother as of late. The bastard.

I hate to post this kind of stuff online but I hate him. I have to tell someone.

He took the greatest people I've ever known away from me. Edward's gone though.

Burned to a crisp in our house. I've been seeing his charred body, in the woods as I slept. I've tried running but he keeps finding me, no matter what. And before I wake up he always says the same thing: It's YOUR turn.

Edit: There's something weird on his chest. A circle with an X inside of it. It looks like it was crudely drawn in marker. . yet somehow BRANDED onto the skin.

Oh my God. . .

I hate Degrassi and pretty much everything on Teennick.

Now that that's out of the way. Peter's room is full of papers with . . .I guess (X) would be the best way to describe it.

Just all of these circles with X's in them. All over the place. He was jumbled up in the corner when I found him. . .

I should go. . .

Good News! Pokemon Black and White are scheduled to his North America March 4^th! March 11^th for New Zealand. Woohoo! I’ve been waiting for those FOREVER! Whitlea anyone? Mhmm, I think so.

Anyway, This morning was pretty tame, just sat around ripping the Beyblade’s and listening to songs via the magic of Youtube. Anyone try Google Chrome? Man, that’s awesome. Not much to say as of now.

Peter’s in his room now, I guess he’s drawing again. Maybe it’s part of some Project, lord yesterday the guy came home with a fire extinguisher. Crazy Prepared? I guess it’d be useful if we ever had a fire but, it was just … … …unexpected?

No School Today

But Peter's out of the house regardless, it's sort of hard to fight the urge to go snooping around in his room.

But hey, I just want to sneak a peek at what he's working on.

Alright hold on. I'm going to bring my laptop in there, and try to find his latest work...


Nothing in here, but it's a wreck. God, I thought my room was nasty. Jeeze Peter, what the hell?



...Alright here's something. Printer papers underneath the bed. Jackpot, he WAS working on something. Probably another comic, hold on while I pull them out.


Er, wow. I had been hoping he strung together one of his famous comics but it's just doodles.

 Like these o's with an x inside of them.

Hugs and kisses? Hm, someone's at the door. I'll wrap this up I guess.

Don't be angry.

So well, wow. Peter ditched me yesterday after school and went home by himself. He totally skipped our last two periods, and was avoiding me at lunch too. I guess I pissed him off. Well I wished he would tell me what’s wrong. He is sort of my brother, in addition to being my best friend.

We met in third grade, everyone had been avoiding me, not that I blame them, what with me being a new kid at school. That and I wasn’t comfortable really speaking up, or talking to anyone. It wasn’t like something was wrong with me, I wasn’t a violent stutterer, or a mute. I was just a coward. Afraid of my peers I began to act in a reclusive manner. I began avoiding the children in my class at Recess, sitting by myself in lunch, the works.

Well one day, I think it was the first week of school, Peter came bounding up to me, wearing like, this Christmas sweater with a Rudolph head and a red nose in the middle of September. It was a nice sweater, it just oozed care. I think I could tell, even at that age, it was made with love. It was also quite amusing how he wore it when it was nowhere near Christmas.

Well, Peter introduced himself, I just nodded in response. I don’t know why but he hunkered down next to me laying his head on my lap, and began talking about everything that he thought would be awesome to put into a giant robot, God we used to talk about some ridiculous stuff. I was actually genuinely interested, and to my surprise, I was actually pretty open when he asked me for my opinion. He introduced me to all of the other kids at lunch, back then I was still pretty shy so I didn’t go ‘’HEY EVERYBODY! I’VE CHANGED! I’M COOL NOW!” I think it was just because of Peter being with me that everyone accepted me, and eventually developed the same comfort for me as I did them.

It was in fifth grade, when my mother. . .couldn’t take care of me anymore that Ms. Shay, Peter’s adoptive mother, took me into her home. She was always an excessively sweet lady, and I grew to love her over the years. I still didn’t change my name, Noland Zuckerman is who I was and always will be, I suppose Peter felt the same way, keeping the name Peter Holland. Back on point, I’ve gotten so much better at interacting with people, and I don’t think that would be the case had I not met Peter that day. I know it may sound weird but he’s the best thing that ever happened to me, and to have him angry with me just won’t do.

So I’m going to talk to him, at least try to see why he was ducking me all of yesterday.

Last Night

So last night, Peter came out of his room, in a shirt stained with various ink blotches. I guess he was painting. I feel bad that I’m the reason he was drawn away from his work. See I was off on another coughing fit, it erupted almost right after Pete’s mom went to the Grocery Store. It was really violent. I fell to the ground holding my throat. After a few seconds, or at least what seemed like a few seconds, Peter opened the door to his room and burst right into mine helping me to my feet, as I came down from my fit. He looked like some sort of druggie, but I guess that’s just what artist look like when their into their work. Anyway, his shirt was blackened by Ink, in so many places that I’m pretty sure he wasn’t even trying to be careful.

I wanted to see what he was painting, and I asked him, as I came off my fit, instead of answering he just kept asking me if I was alright. He’s a worrier, then again so am I. I’m really hoping this strange behavior is just some sort of phase I’m skipping. Anyway, he DID eventually answer my question with a subtle shake of the head. He started closing the blinds all over the house, before going back to his room.

I left him to it, and when Ms. Shay came home I waited for him to get into the shower, and then snuck into his room to see what I could find. Nothing, not in the “nothing-what-so-ever” way but just not his usual stuff, it was all a bunch of black blotches. Then I realized he must’ve hidden his work to try and surprise me later. Wouldn’t be the first time, SO, knowing that Peter, Ms.Shay, and myself all like to take really long showers I decided to get out quickly just for good measure. I don’t want to upset my best friend after all. If he wants to hide stuff that’s fine, I can wait.

Peter’s not a bad artist though, so I’m actually sort of curious as to whatever he’s working on will look like. Hmmm.

So I decided!

During my walk home with Pete, I had some time to think about what I’d put on here. I’m a bit shy about conveying how my day went, I don’t really want to waste anyone’s time, or come off as conceited. Not that people who use their blogs to talk about life are, just a worry of mine.

I feel like sharing something though, teachers in middle school always used to talk about how it’s healthy to share your feelings, or your opinion. Not anything important worth having an opinion on, too me. At least right now, I feel like utter crap. I’ve been getting really sick, repeatedly as of late. It’s starting to worry me, last month I had repeated coughing fits, and started feeling really faint. No paling up. I’m already really, really, pale. I got better. Still, I’ve been prone to excessive coughing as of late. Ah I’m fine.

Going to go for another walk down to the convenience store, I wish Pete would come with me, he’s been holing himself up in his room with his computer and his art supplies. I guess he’s inspired. I won’t bother him, just wish he’d show me what he was drawing like he did when we were younger. Anywho, peace!

-          Noland

Scrap Yard Stories

I've got no idea what to put on here right now.

I guess I could talk about High-School. . .or my job. Hmm? Nah you probably don't want to hear about that.

I just made this thing on request of my friend Peter. After all best friends create things they'll probably never use for each other right?

Guess so. . . I just wish he told me why he wanted me to make it, God he's been acting like a freak these past few weeks. I guess I could elaborate on that.

Peter's been spending all of his time at school on the laptops they let us bring to class, on TV. . .Dopes? I can't remember. And at work, he's constantly on his iPhone , which, by the by, are very very cool, looking at blogspots.

I guess he's just really into the Internet like everyone else, I never got that, I mean, I like Roleplaying, but Myface, and Spacebook or whatever , never appealed to me. I'm just weird. . .might be because of my anti-social tendencies.

 I shouldn't be talking about Peter behind his back, he's the best thing that ever happened to me, the only person who really liked talking to me, his mom and dad took me in when my parents er, split.


Enough angst-ridden stuff though, I'll wrap this up, better to keep this short since the whole world can see this stuff, and I don't want any of this rambling to come back and haunt me during the rest of Senior year.