Ouija board

 

My cousin’s boyfriend, Scott, has a ouija board from Italy.

he ordered it online, for 60 dollars. When it arrived at his door- it had no addresss on it. I used it once before with Scott and Ashtin, at 1000 steps in the cemetary on the edge of time. There we talked with several spirits,and eventually got told to leave, where we ran for what we believed were our lives. At the car- Scott puked. The last spirit, who claimed to be dangerous, knew a lot about Scott and it upset him. I knew he was attached to his board.

Tonight made me sure. And attached as well…

After we watched paranormal entity, we decided to ouija. First to ouija was me, Scott, and Krystal. The spirit, a 42 y/o female whose “name” was ‘waj’ targeted Krystal, so she dipped out. aaron and Ashtin decided to join. we then talked to a 7 year old boy, who admired Aaron, and he dipped. so did ashtin.

Then it was just me && Scott on the ouija, because Scott was curious, but you don’t ever ever ouija alone.

We found out there is a spirit attached to his board, a 96 y/o male, who was in a mob in italy, and died in 1944. he was shot. never married. I felt talking to him most of the time, there were a couple times when I wanted to go to good-bye and Scott refused. It was weird how comfortable I was with hef, and I felt his energy. he told us he was evil,but we weren’t to be scared. because he liked us. he wanted us to break the board so he could pass on, but then later changed his mind. He told us he used the board to attatch himself to us, all equally. And oddly- I feel my anxiety is gone. I feel oddly safe. I feel like Scott’s going to get hurt by the board. However, I feel he’ll be fine with Hef attached. Hef was sweet, he kept making jokes and laughing with ours. we never upset him. except Aaron and Austin made him very mad. he spelled out “fuck them” Scott and I got very into it, and we asked a lot about Scott and the story behind the board. and I asked Hef about Rickie Marie, I shook the whole time. I felt so vunerable and I felt I was upsetting Hef, but he seemed to be sad with me. he was slow, when I was shaking. maybe he(or someone else) was entering me… And as muchas I want to be scared, I can’t..

I want to ouija again. I want to talk to Hef.

Friends?

It’s over. Last time Jarrad broke up with me.. I had had enough. But, of course- we got back together. But we really wanted to make it work, so to make Jarrad quit dumping me- we made it so that the next time he broke up with me- it would be permanent.

He broke up with me 2 days ago.

I cried, cuddled with his jacket && listened to Frank Sinatra so he could sing me to sleep.

&& then I decided to be tough && get over it.

Bad idea.

It was 2 of my Aunts’ birthdays && I invited Jarrad to come to it.

Another bad idea.

So we’re buddy-buddyin around, having a good time. It started feeling good to be friends(with a slight sexual tension) && Kelsey or Clayt called wanting jarrad to babysit. Well, I really wanted to babysit! So I asked mom, she said yes. Cool! Then we got to the apt and Jarrad decided to stay. So I asked mom if I could spend the night. after we went to the store to get Cat a bug juice, and totally got judged cause we looked like teen parents, lol. We smoked a little && guess what? we fucked. no surprise. And we decided to stay together. It was…. passionate. beautiful. I loved it.

So after that we turned all the lights out, pulled out the hide-a-bed && cuddled and watched a movie with Catlin, then washed his hair && put him to bed.(:it was cool pree much bein like parents. idk- I always like that feeling.(: so we slept together.<3 (after we did it again) which was the most amazing thing in the entire entire world. && I got picked up@ 10. Then we were talking on facebook && I’m sorry- I had enough. this is the only time ever that I’ve ended it./: && I know we’ll get back together. but this time- it won’t be tomorrow. or next week. we need to grow up && we need to grow as friends before we can have a great relationship.

I know he’s the one. It’s….. i.. can’t explain it. I just know it’s meant-to-be. But it’s hard when we’re always fighting.): I know that after we have a chance to grow close- we’ll be unstoppable. invincible.<3 until then- it’s gonna be hard. But that’s okay. it’ll be worth it.

I promise baby<3 if ur reading this. I love you.<3

either wait for me or move on.<3 but trust me you deserve better babe..<3

My break from blogging. (pt 2)

Yesterday was beautiful also.<3

Jarrad && I picked up some green, smoked a ton of it- and headed into the woods.<3 First we hikedjust a little, and he tried to get physical. I was uncomfortable though because I could hear people./:

So, we went walking.<3

eventually, we came to a beaver dam and we crossed it. Jarrad led me on a small path, to a small, private waterfall. It was amazing.<3 He pulled me in passionately, for the longest, sweetest kiss ever.<3 It felt like we’re meant to be. It always does to me.<3 I love him so much.. It always feels so right.

After that, we made love in the woods.(:

the fresh air felt great through my mouth and nose, and flowing over my breasts. There was nothing else in the world besides Jarrad && I.<3

I honestly can’t describe the feeling to you.<3

Unfortunately though… I lost my mom’s debit card.): Now I have to find it.

the 2Pac Murder Conspiracy Theory

Is Tupac really dead? Or is he coming back in 2014?

What kindof blogger am I if I don’t discuss the Tupac murder conspiracy theory? The 7 Day Theory.

This shit blows my mind to be honest.

Tupac was killed at age 25, when Tupac and Suge Knight were headed to Club 662, when they stopped at a red light, where their bmw was boxed in. To the right, a white Cadillac pulled up, and 13 shots were fire. 3 bullets hit Tupac, one in the chest, one in the hip, one in the hand. Suge was shot in the head. He was brought to the hospital, under-went3 surgeries and died on September 13th 1996, one week after being shot. He was cremated, and scattered in the ocean. Biggie Smalls or the Notorious B.I.G was blamed for the murder. A man in the car behind Suge’s bmw witnessed and offered his word throughout the investigation.

THE 7 DAY THEORY

1. 2Pac died on Friday 13th (September 1996). This was exactly 7 months, to the day, after the release of All Eyez On Me (released February 13th 1996).
2. 2Pac’s time of death is recorded as 4:03 p.m.(4+3=7).
3. 2Pac was shot on the 7th of September.
4. 2Pac survived 7 days. (7th, 8th, 9th, 10th, 11th, 12th and ‘died on the 13th….)
5. R U STILL DOWN (Remember Me ?) was released on November 25th (2+5=7)
6. In the Toss It Up video, he also smashes the mirror, perhaps a reference to 7 years bad luck
7. In Tupac’s last movie ”Gang Related” his badge number is 115(1+1+5=7).
8. On Jon B’s CD “cool relax” the song “Are You Still Down” featuring 2pac is track 7. Tupac is on track 7 on daz’s new album
9. In the movie, “Gridlock’d,” when Tupac and Roth are in the diner and they glance up at the menu, all the L’s are upside down 7’s.
10. On the song, “White Man’s World” if you listen very closely at the beginning, there is a voice in the background saying, ” 7 years, 7 years, 7 years…
11. He died when he was 25 years old (2+5=7) [also associates with the Makaveli theory]

It doesn’t stop there.

Tupac Shakur is one of the biggest rap idols in music history.

Many fans point to a 1994 interview that ‘pac conducted where he intimated that if he were to go to jail, he’d like to die for the duration of his sentence and once he was released he would be magically resurrected. This all seemed like talk, who wouldn’t want to die and resurrect when it was over?

But it became real, starting when fans started hearing “he’s alive” “do you see him?” and other phrases that tipped people off with the conspiracy. Then came his song ‘I aint Mad At Cha’ which was released 4 days after his death, and the music video shows ‘pac being shot, and the rest of the video takes place with him being in heaven. This arose some hella suspicion. Then it got worse when ‘Toss It Up’ came out under Tupac’s newest name “Makaveli.”

Well, the Machiavelli story was about Niccolo Machiavelli, an Italian historian, diplomat, philosopher, humanist and writer based in Florence during the Renaissance, who published a plot to fake his death at the age of 25 and come back when he was 43. Tupac was claimed to have read this book while he was in jail.

Tupac changed his reputation-name to Makavelli right before he died, at 25, and the album cover of ‘the don killuminati’ was a picture of ‘pac hanging on a cross in the exact manor of Jesus Christ, a man who resurrected.

It is said that the rapper is in hiding in Cuba.

The murder investigation went on for a while, and eventually stopped. But the conspiracy theory continues to grow.

According to the theory, Tupac will return in 2014 when he will be 43.

I can’t wait to see what will happen….

Synthetic marijuana

One day, I was in the Super Store 24 across the street from my house at the check out when a check-out-stand display caught my eye. “Goat Grass” and the slogan was: “when in need- smoke this weed” it confused me! WS it weed, or was that some company who put that to fuck with people.

That slipped my mind until yesterday, when I opened up my Seventeen magazine and saw the title: “I overdosed on synthetic drugs.” my reaction was: SYNTHETIC DRUGS? reading on I learned that a synthetic drug was ‘k2’ or ‘7H’ called ‘herbal incense’ was a “fake” LEGAL marijuana. There’s also “bath salts” which is cocaine. 2C-E, ecstasy. I don’t care for cocaine. I researched the internet and learned that if you’re over 18(darn) you can buy k2 at any gas station. It’s often labeled as: “plant food” or will say something straight out about weed. It will always say: “not for human consumption” to save their asses from the state.

So, we can buy pipes legally, AND the weed. Are we slowly heading towards legalized marijuana?! keep hoping! I know I am!

However, this shit is even more dangerous than the illegal plant. I read stories upon stories of people overdosing, and having seizures, becoming paralyzed with the E.

So, if you’re over 18, do your research feel free to walk into your nearest gas station, buy some weed, && toke up whereever you want!

But please be responsible.(:

we don’t want this shit to get out-lawed because too many people are dying.

‘Old Skool’ Graduation.

Today, I decided to watch the seniors of 2012 in my old school, which I attended from pre-school through freshman year, and got ran out of. I really really wanted to see my stoner-pal Robert graduate.

What I got was a lot more than I’d hoped for.

I travelled from my new housing, 35.2 miles to the shit-hole town of Tekoa, WA with my life-long friend Michael(Judo) and his girlfriend Chandra. I grew up in Tekoa and although I had an immense soft-spot for my humble upbringing, I despised the people there and the thought of its being with my every sense and nerve.

We arrived too early, and decided to visit Judo’s parents’ house. I love that house, the inside was so perfectly, sweetly, decorated- it made your heart melt and their 2 small-dogs, Spike and Precious, greet you entirely by jumping and licking and barking, panting and piddling from Precious if you were exciting enough. Michael’s mom was never happy about that. In the beginning of your knowing Judo’s mom, you’d notice she’s judgmentally quiet: enough to kill anyone’s nerves, but you ask her a few questions or talk about dogs and she lights up and is an immediate friend. I loved her company.

After leaving Michael’s house, we went to Jessie’s house; a fun, bubbly, outrageous, curly-haired, blonde. She was FULL of life, and you could tell the minute she started talking: she was loved by all. Michael and I caught up with her, while she did her make-up, and Chandra stood awkwardly in the background.

After that, we headed up to the High School for graduation. The first people I saw was Brennen and Marcus, 2 boys in the class I was in. I yelled for Brennen, and he immediately came my direction for a big hug. I said my hello’s, and noticed Marcus was still walking, I yelled: “nice to see you too, Marcus!” his reply was “well, you yelled for Brennen.” he stopped walking; he had always been nervous around me and this elevated since I was now blonde, tan, and more mature-looking. I yelled to him “I saw him first!” he was hard to miss. 270 lbs, rockin adidas, bball shorts and some kind of Philadephia eagles snap-back(which I gave him a load of shit for). Finally Marcus replied: “Hi Mandy.” It was weird, his accent, of which I’m not sure, always made my name sound foreign coming out of his mouth. He’s part Native-American : mostly Canadian. Odd mix. His nervousness peaked as our conversation ended and he proceeded to walk away. Brennen followed; I smiled and waved. I walked back to Judo and Chandra.

Walking in to the school, I figured this day would turn into hell.. Standing inside the door was; Kamryn, Kim, Melissa, Becky, Nicole, and (last, and also certainly most least) Darby. Every single one of them stopped their conversation, and looked at me, after a small, “inconspicuous” point from Becky.  But, I wouldn’t let them ruin my day. I followed Michael, as he showed Chandra the town’s pool, which sat behind the High School. From inside I heard my name being screamed, and I turned around to see Deeanna, my closest friend from Tekoa. I was so excited to see her. I ran up and gave her a hug, and Brennen was shortly behind me. Marcus and Brennen separated (I wonder why). Deeanna, Brennen, and I shared stories for a good- ten minutes before we decided to venture back inside. Deeanna trailed off, so I followed Brennen down to the gymnasium where the ceremony would be held. At the door, Max stood. 6’6” of giant cock-sucking douchebag. Every ounce of my 105 lb body hated him from head-to-toe. I blew past him. Walking in to the bleachers, I couldn’t help but notice 4 or 5 unfamiliar guys undressing me with their eyes. I ignored the pettiness. they called Brennen over, hmmmmm I wonder why. Fortunately, none of them bothered me. While Brennen was off I decided to talk to Kamryn, Morgan, and Cassy. Morgan and I were fairly close, but I still resented her fake act. Cassy was cool, fortunately, and I loved Kamryn to pieces before she turned. Now, I felt uneasy about her. I caught up wit them, and Brennen still was chatting, so I went back into the multi-purpose room of the small school.

The first person I ran in to was my former Math Teacher, he greeted me with a giant hug. It made me feel very special. Mr. Mattson and I were always close with our mutual obsession with giving our hearts to God. I admired him, as well as he admired me. He told me he missed my face in his class, and asked about my church-going. I lied to him. He expected so much out of me, but I gave up on God long ago. I complained to him about missing his unique teachings as he stood awkwardly close. I imagine it only seemed awkward because he was 6’5, more than a whole foot taller than me and I had to crane my neck to look him in the eye. Not shortly after our conversation ended, my former P.E/History teacher, Mr. Tampien, walked up to me. Another hug. Mr. Tampien and I were close on a different sense. He always told everyone I was knowledgeable and a great conversationalist. I helped him design most of his house. Which is probably the only reason I passed his class. I never did the homework. I explained my current classes,and his eyebrows raised as they always did when he was intrigued, or surprised. He was mono-toned with an equally-boring personality. It was easy to pick him apart. Then, Mr. Stinson, my former science teacher, walked up. This time I was the one who asserted the hug. I knew he wouldn’t. But, in my expression, he followed and returned my hug. I was grateful. Mr. Stinson was a man of lesser emotion, besides humor, happiness, and seriousness. That’s it. We had a strong relationship because I was the girl who came in early, pushed his comfort boundaries, and asked him extremely CRAZY questions which pondered my mind. He was always intrigued by my advanced intellect and interesting philosophies and questions. We discussed his brother, a history teacher at my new school- University High School, and my current science teacher, Mr. Phillips. After wandering, I ran into my absolute favorite teacher, Mr. Marsh, he was in a hurry and didn’t notice me when I said hello. I was hurt and decided to head back to the gym.

I found Brennen and sat next to him, then an unfamiliar face sat next to him. I later found out his name was Blaise, commonly called Blaze. I could tell he liked me, so I fucked with him. Being freshly-dumped, I decided I’m allowed to have fun. I toyed with his head the entire hour that graduation seemed to drag on for.

After graduation ceremony was over, the seniors lined up for everyone to shake their hands and congratulate them. I shook hands with each person down the line, until I reached Robert. I attacked Robert with a giant hug and told him to text me. I miss talking to him! After him was Sully, I went to take his hand and got a full-on hug. I never considered us friends, but our mutual friends and multiple-times we hung out made me okay with it. He was always super nice to me anyway. The rest of the line, was more hand shaking until I reached the other Mandy, and Wendy. they were both so excited to see me, I was surprised, but flattered. Next, Brennen, Blaise, Deeanna, and I stood and discussed. When Cassy and Marcus walked up and started talking, and Max followed. Max ignored me and left without a word. As if I minded. In a snap- Cassy realized I was there, and whispered in Marcus’ ear, I noticed. he immediately looked at me, smiled, and Cassy giggled. She relentlessly tried to set him and I up.They walked off, and I felt slightly more at-ease. Marcus turned and smiled at me when walking away, I preteded not to notice at first then I turned and flashed a small grin for reassurement that I wasn’t being a complete cold-shouldered bitch.

For the rest of the day, I took a gas-run to Plummer with Blaise and Brennen, which was a fun, silly, adventure of its own.. then walked around town party-hopping until I eventually got fed-up with being bored and headed back to Spokane.

It was nice to know everyone missed me.

My fantasy

Her legs were toned and tan; perfect. Her 4-inch stilettos accentuated the perfect length of her already mile-long legs. Out of the bottom of her mini-skirt, hanging gently on her perfect curvy hips, her little pink thong showed, set perfectly in the crack of her perfect little ass. And on the top half- her perfect breasts were covered by a pink-lacey bra, just a little too small for those bulging tits. Every curve from head to toe drew me in to her; but it was her long, blonde, curly hair, large blue eyes, and glossed-pink, plump lips that really drove me crazy. Her name was Courtney, as if that matters. I’m sure you’re not interested in her personal life after my description of her looks. I wasn’t. Staring at her, I almost forgot about the man sitting on the bed; my boyfriend, Jarrad. We’d been together over a year, not very long in the “real-world” but we’re young; it was forever. He was shirtless, his rippling abs caught my attention out of the corner of my eye, so I winked at him. He flashed me a beautiful smile, and his bright-blue eyes lit-up against his naturally-tan skin. I loved him, and that was the only reason I was doing this, as I stood- Courtney watched me. I, also was wearing beautiful stilettos, but 6-inches. My legs were equally as long and as beautifully tan. I wore a black-lace thong, showing my perfectly round butt (according to Jarrad). Going up my hour-glass figure (35-26-36), passing my smooth-skin, up to my black and pink -also lacey- bra. My short-blonde hair and brown eyes were complimented by my bright pink lipstick and lip gloss, which I over-did for this occasion. I gathered up my thoughts, and finally walked toward the dime, who now stood less than four feet away from me. She started walking, too. My heart raced, our lip-glosses smashed as my lips met hers. I trembled. This was my first bisexual encounter, and I loved it. I heard Jarrad shift on his bed. He was enjoying it, too. I brought my head back and smiled at the girl, she bit her lip. I went in. Immediately she opened her mouth as a notion to make- out. my nerves shot through the ceiling, I grabber her skirt and yanked it off, showing her perfect, tight, ass- now we were dressed, or undressed, equally. I couldn’t help but grab that ass and pull her into me. She returned the favor. I could only wonder what my boyfriend was thinking. Fortunately, he let me know. Without warning, he came up and grabbed my ass, and then his arms journeyed around front, hugging my curves, and he grabbed my breasts and kissed the back of my neck. I shuttered again. Courtney noticed, and she stroked my cheek. This gave me a surge of courage. Without warning, I turned around and shoved my ass into Courtney, she grabbed my tits. Jarrad kissed my breasts where Courtney’s hands weren’t caressing. She traveled down my sides, Jarrad came up and kissed my neck. I reached down and undid Jarrad’s belt, and as I was starting to unzip his pants, I stopped. Courtney fingers were exploring way south. I again became nervous. After adjusting to the new feeling, Jarrad’s pants dropped. Courtney suddenly inhaled deeply, almost a gasp. Jarrad smiled, he must have been proud. I smiled at Courtney. She was in for fun.

The rest is a secret.<3

Thankyou.

"Sometimes good-bye isn’t so simple.

Tonight was a night I’ll always remember. I got dumped, then sat on the phone with my now-ex boyfriend while he downed a whole bottle of Vodka, and told me he was going to drive to Idaho to go bang his crazy ex if I didn’t want to see him.(If I didn’t fuck him) Well, he was plastered so I took it upon myself to take care of him, of course- even though our lives together had ended, probably for good, just 3 hours earlier when I swallowed my game and told him every-single truth that came to mind as he wept, searching through my e-mail.. But for some reason, not a tear came to my eye. I was completely collected; rare for me. This was the third night in-a-row that he had dumped me, and I was beyond furious, and completely embarrassed about my truths coming out. My heart was being ripped out, again. While he wept, he spoke of suicide, or rotting away in jail, or never loving again. I felt bad he was wanting to throw his whole life away due to me.): I tried to talk him out of it for at least half an hour, maybe a full hour. After that was when the alcohol set-in. He was slurring his words like crazy, thought of all these good ideas, and he really showed me his true-colors. From 2 until about 3:30 his drunk-ass was my entertainment, while I watched the window for my mom since I’m “grounded.” That was when Jarrad told me he was either gonna come fuck me, or go to Idaho to fuck that ugly, crazy, skank, bitch-ex. Jarrad only has his permit, if he got a ticket or a DUI- he’d be toast. But if he got one OUT OF STATE, his ass would be grass. I seduced him in to coming to see me. I was nervous about him driving, scared shitless actually. But, like I mentioned- me or the ex. So I stayed on the phone with him the entire time he drove to my house, and was gradually sobering-up. It was 4 o’clock when he reached my house. We argued for atleast 5 minutes over who was driving, and eventually I got behind the wheel. We rode in silence at first, until we reached the park and stopped. Unfortunately, the talk wasn’t exactly what I was searching for. There were 2 other cars in the parking lot && a bunch of flashlights in the park. You best believe we got the fuck outta there. 5-10 minutes later we found a spot that seemed safe enough and stopped. I started the conversation. I love him, but I want him to have the best life possible, and I’m not sure if I’m a part of that…. He loves me too.. We’re honestly perfect for eachother, but I fucked up any chances of a normal relationship, so I was willing to face my consequences, especially if it insured Jarrad’s happiness. He became irritated with the [talking : sex] ratio. He repeatedly admitted he didn’t want to see me anymore and asked me to take myself home; even so much as turned the car on and shifted into reverse. But, I’m stubborn and I wanted to talk. After a long silence, he looked up at me, apologetically, and signaled for me to get on his lap. I was hesitant, but not really. I leaned over, sat on him and kissed him passionately. He did so likewise. Once more he asked me

“are you sure about this?”

of course I was.. this was our last night together, supposedly, so I wanted to give him whatever he wanted. I nodded, gave him another kiss, and buried my head into his shoulder and finally, shed a tear. I ‘m not ready for this relationship to be over, but it’s best for him…I should let him go, or else I’m just selfish. He pulled down my shirt, and

*without description for you*

we made love. Well, you’d probably rather say we fucked. To me, it was love, and it was to him too. But, being freshly dumped, I tried to hide my emotions with screams. which was a win-win anyway. In the end, the windows were  fogged, we were soaked in sweat, tired as hell; and yet a sense of sorrow flooded me. Driving back we; got lost, he got out of the car, sped WAY too many times, were buddying around, and eventually ended up singing(poorly) along to Tech N9ne; so, hiding my extreme sorrow was a simple task. Pulling into my neighborhood, I stopped and turned the car off and he got into the drivers seat. Without a kiss good-bye or an ‘I love you” I headed towards my house, tears streaming down my face now that I was finally alone. It was my first time sneaking out of the house, and it was a major bust. Because it signified the end of the best 10-months of my life, and letting go of the guy I love, who I ‘m supposed to be with.

Hopefully he’ll find a quality girl eventually, or we’ll end up together when enough time has passed.

Tomorrow sounds like enough time.<3 But I’ll wait forever if he were to ask.

I love you Jarrad,
I hope you take the time to read this.<3

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