Feeling a Little Alive

Getting out and actually doing something today was nice. I decided to break down and go thrift store shopping for some clothes that will actually fit me now without me looking like a slob.

There are so many thrift stores around this area: Two Goodwills, Three CHKDs, two Salvation Army stores, and one DAV thrift store though I try to leave the Salvation Army stores off of my list because I’ve heard some rumors about them doing some pretty awful things. I forgot how nice just driving around with the windows rolled down felt. It’s been warm enough to be t-shirt weather some days recently, but then other days we’ve been getting snow threats. I’ve been living in this place for over ten years and I’m still not used to this. Good old Virginia weather. “Welcome to Virginia Beach, where the weather’s made up and the seasons don’t matter!” 

I know I’m not the only one who remembers Whose Line is it Anyway. 

I just realized I probably should be posting shit like this to my other blog, but I figured I could post it here too as just sort of a status update. Basically today has gone well. No unusual sightings or hearing anything strange. Trying on short sleeved shirts and seeing the scars on my arm from when the Rake got me what feels like forever ago kind of pissed me off when I was shopping earlier, but the rage passed quickly enough. I’m surprised at myself actually that I’ve been able to keep my mood this good today.

The house smells like paint because my mom thought it would be a good idea to repaint the dining room. I love the smell of paint. But this does mean that they took down the curtains and now I remember just how big and scary those windows are in that room at night. I’m afraid that I’ll have to go to the bathroom or something once everyone else is asleep and I’ll end up walking past those windows and seeing something and screaming and waking up my parents. 

Like what if I see the Slenderman again? He was only out there those couple of times that month this past winter but still I have to wonder why he was there.It couldn't have been me he was after he would have gotten me already. Maybe it was someone else nearby and I just happened to see it because I'd been on the lookout for creepy things anyway? 

Gonna stop thinking about it for a little while. Things have been going good lately, at least as far as not having anything along the lines of a horror movie plot happening to me. I wonder if I can keep this up or if I've just doomed myself by mentioning that things have been going well. I guess we'll all know what happened if I end up posting a rant about me getting hurt or something. 

Hopefully that won't happen though. I'm tired of sounding like a whining brat.