Okay. . .

Well, now I'm confused. "Sherry"(just as I'm not comfortable revealing my real name, I'm not going to up and post hers on the internet.), this quiet, reserved little bookworm of a girl, who I've known for about two months just passed me a sticky note in my World History class. There are three things causing my confusion

1) Who still uses Sticky Notes?

2) Why is Sherry of all people passing notes

3) The notes message in particular, ''Leave it alone.'' What the hell does that even mean? I wasn't bothering anyone or anything.

Before I go

Just an update before I go.

Megan Fox is not hot or sexy dammit. Sure she's not ugly, but I mean damn, I hate when my friends act like she;s the best looking girl in the world. I don't understand why everyone has a constant hard on for her, when I haven't even had one pertaining to the woman. It makes me feel like I'm surrounded by a bunch of cliche television teenagers.

Worry

No need for it now. Ava went out while Reach was asleep, brought back some weapons. I guess they're going to go ahead with this. . .now that they have firepower that should even the odds up a little. I just hope that they keep they're guard up when they're not together.

It's weird to worry like this about other people. . .

Long Live the Ice

So I've decided to try and be productive with this Blog. I know you're thinking "Harrison" or Yggy, why don't you make another blog? Well to tell you the truth I don't feel like doing that right now, I refuse to dedicate a single blog to just one subject. And no, I am so much more than a clip show.

I've decided to just make idle chatter, with Nobody In Particular(points if you get the refrence), about the lack of snow in my area. I guess we got enough of it last week, but I'm a teenager dammit. I want to avoid school as much as possible. Especially with MY grades. I'm not the academic type, never have been, never will be.

I'll update if it starts snowing over here. . .

Blog about It

 Well now, I've calmed down and I'm heading home, NO I'm not going to go through with the insane idea of going into the woods(without my shovel). Thank You Kaiju for stopping me, nah I'm going to the library because I can't  research this without other people around.

The London Librarian is freaking me out, I hope they're okay. I also hope Kaiju doesn't beat himself up over that kid. . .

Stroke of Brilliance.

By George, I think I’ve got it. They all say the same thing, all the same. The runners, the Isabel Initiative, it’s always ‘’Don’t go in the woods.’’

Well I figure, why play defense? I’ll just go on the offensive, during my walk home. I’ve been avoiding the woods near my route for some time after I learned about. . .it. Well that’s what’s wrong. I’ll just check out the woods after school. And if I find something. . .I don’t know, but this has got to be a better plan than lying awake every night shaking in fear, underneath the covers guessing if there really are eyes boring into you or if it’s your imagination.

Humans.

I don't quite understand what it means to be courageous. Maybe courage is something you get at birth, or something that comes with age. I don't get how people like Zero, Frap, Kaiju, Ava, Reach, Sandra, ect, can not freeze up in pure terror when they come face to face with some sort of. . .fear feeding cosmic fuck. I heard some Revenants go nuts when they hear people fight back. Apparently it means humans are stepping out of their place. Weak is exactly how I feel when I read other blogs, when I hear the about The Reveanants, or delve into the damn Slender Man at ALL.