Monday, February 28, 2011

Update and my lack of original titles

It rained today. Which was gross. I really hate weather. Can you tell I spent a lot of time in California? Yeah, any kind of weather is gross to me. However, the awfulness of today can not dampen how amazing my weekend is.

For one thing, I didn't have to job hunt. That sort of makes me amazingly ecstatic. But also, on Saturday I got to see Theresa and Anya. I think I mentioned that in the last post. Them, me, and my mother all saw I am Number Four, which for a PG-13 movie had a ridiculous amount of people under twelve in the audience. But hey, that's how things go I guess. It was an okish movie. I just liked hanging out with people I know that aren't exclusively my mother. They may have a ten year age difference on me in each direction, but Theresa and Anya are pretty darn cool. Ok, so Theresa has a mouth on her and Anya follows suit, but they're both ridiculously intelligent, practical, and generally nice people. And I think I've been pretty lonely since I've moved out to D.C. So I watched a cheesy movie with people way out of my age range and it rocked. Sue me.

And Sunday I ushered for Shakespeare in Klingon. Which was pretty much Star Trek meets Shakespeare meets Linguistics meets awesome humor. And I like all of those things greatly. And Stephen Fry was there for a documentary for the BBC. I frickin love Stephen Fry. The only really bad thing about Sunday was that I swear I was followed home. I mean, I didn't see anyone and so far no one's tried to murder me in the shower. But I felt like there were eyes on me, you know? I think I creeped out a cute asian boy who was walking near me because I kept looking over my shoulder. Poor guy.

Oh! I can't believe I forgot to say this, because this is totally important. You know how I used to babysit Anya? IT'S BACK ON! So even if I am a lost cause who never gets a job, I can look after her. That will give me some money at least. And she's an independent sort, so really I'm just somebody of legal age to be there in case something weird happens. It pretty much translates to more laptop time.

And everyone knows I'm cool with that.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

I feel awesome!

So, while I haven't really been saying it I've been having a bit of an issue with slowly sinking into a giant pit of awful depression. But today, I got out of that and I intend to stay that way for a while. Why? Well, because I actually did stuff.

I know, that sounds silly. But it helped a bundle. Accomplishment is the best pick-me-up known to man. Finally being able to access your bank accounts is probably also up there. I had been agonizing over my account issues for a while, but I fixed them today. Which is completely awesome. And I applied for a couple more jobs which will hopefully hire me.

And I talked to Theresa

I guess I should probably clarify that last part. You see, I used to babysit a kid named Anya back when I lived in California. Her mom Theresa and my mom were friends, as well as friends with another mother of a girl I babysat. It was a whole social circle thing. However, Anya and her mom moved out of California a year or two before I did. Guess where?

That's right, D.C.

Given that I am completely incapable of being friends with people my own age, I hit it off pretty well with both Theresa and Anya. So when I moved out here, I sort of looked forward to seeing both of them. I haven't yet. But in my wave accomplishment I actually called Theresa's number. We're on for Saturday, and I'm excited. Yes, I'm excited to hang out with a ten year old girl and her mother. It's gonna be awesome.

P.S. while I'm not normally careful with changing my friends' names, I took the time to do so for Theresa and Anya. Why? Because Anya's ten. David and Bryan are not only ridiculously common names, but they can take care of themselves. And really, I don't feel like I even need to tell you that it's not their real names, and yet I am. Go figure.

Monday, February 21, 2011

AJ's search for gainful employment. Or any employment.

So, I have been posting really short little blurbs lately. And I would probably feel really bad about that if there were more than five people who read this thing. Or even just five. But as it is, I'm really not sweating it. Although I do feel the need to explain myself. Mostly it's just been that I've moved to a new place and I'm trying to adjust and mom and I are hanging out ALL THE TIME lately. Which I don't really mind, because she takes me to happy hours and buys me drinks. But it does mean I don't have much time to randomly spout out thoughts to the vastness of the internet.

I have also been looking for a job. Which will be interesting to say the least. I'm not a bad employee or anything, but the whole application process baffles me. And I suck at interviews. Like, I applied for Bucca di Beppo's the other day and...

Actually, let's try something different! I'm going to write a script about this.

Manager: So, have you ever worked at a resturaunt before?

Me: No.

Manager: (doesn't looked thrilled but continues with the interview) What are three of your strengths?

Me: Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....

Manager: We can come back to that. What are some of your weaknesses?

Me: Uhhhhhhhhhhhh.....

Manager: We can come back to that too. What do you look for in a job aside from money?

Me: Oh lots of things. Like, I look to find a place whose philosophies I agree with. And a place I'm familiar with, and is friendly, and I can get a job where I can focus a lot. That's a strength of mine, I can focus really well. I can multitask too, though. I multitask all the time on my computer... though I probably shouldn't have said that.
(I go on like this for about ten minutes)

Manager: Ok then. Well, your forms will take a few days to process but then we'll call you to set up a second interview.

Me: Ohcoolawesomehooray.

So it was much longer than that and I was a little more professional with my answers (though not by much), but that gives a pretty good synopsis of my wonderful job interview.

Oh, and I dragged a stick home. It's not in my house or anything, but I carried it a few blocks and left it just outside our apartment building. I was pretending it was an arm of mine and fantasizing about following children and going 'rawr, I'm the slender man!' but even I know that a parent would probably call the cops and that would be very bad. And it probably wasn't what mom calls a 'socially acceptable behavior'. I'm working on that and everything, but I still do strange things sometimes. Like haul a stick around D.C. just because I wanted to.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

An update of sorts

So, I made it in one piece if I discount the fact that I hit myself in the lip with my own bag when trying to push it onto the storage bin. It hurt a bit, but didn't do much damage. And I am safely in D.C., just hanging out with mom. I'm unpacked and everything.

It's really weird to think that I'm actually living here now.

So, I've been gone a while. Because I've been trying to fit in here, and I lost writing muse, and I have a cold from being on a plane, and stuff like that. And my random obsession is subsiding. It's not gone yet, but it's better.

On a happier note, my father has fixed my laptop. The one that has Jensen Falls on it. So, a little more editing and I'll have a pilot on my hands. Which is awesome.

I really thought that this would be a longer post. It didn't turn out that way I guess. Oh well.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

So this is a short post, especially since I haven't written for a while. But I'm flying to D.C. today. Wish me luck.

Friday, February 4, 2011

Lots of rambling, and the truth about my brain

So, a lot has happened in the space between blog posts. I have about half of my stuff packed up, I got in a fight with my dad, I resolved it without it degrading into a yelling fit (bit of a rarity for me) and watched all of Marble Hornets. Every Man Hybrid too. That was not good for my sleeping schedule.

THINGS I HAVE ACCIDENTALLY MISTAKEN FOR SLENDY:

-Trees (given)
-A vacuum cleaner
-My dad (he's tall)
-My computer monitor
-A guitar case
-Me (stupid mirror)

I am also to the point of obsession where I can't talk about anything aside from Slender Man. I do this sometimes and I feel really bad about it. Mostly because I imagine it's very boring for anyone talking to me. But I will pour on and on about Slendy to anyone who bothers to listen to me. David's probably getting the worst of this, though Bryan gets it second. I've started sending warning IMs whenever we start a conversation. Mostly just a little blurb like, "By the way I'm still obsessed."

I hate that my mind latches on to things like this occasionally. I mean, if I was able to stop I probably would. But right now Slender man and Jensen Falls are pretty much the only things that are running through my head. I can't think of anything else, it's a physical incapability. I've had phases like this before, of course. Obsession is just part of my life.Roller coasters, rocks, Tim Burton Movies, different types of hats, D&D, Bioshock, Hockey, Musicals, Oscars history, Prime numbers, Joss Whedon shows, the solar system, and Star Wars have all been things that I couldn't stop talking about at one point or the other. It is part of my weird brain.

One of my viewers already knows this (heya David), but for that one other reader's information, and any other random guy who somehow bumps into this blog, me saying that my brain works differently is not hyperbole. I have a learning disability called Asperger's Syndrome. It's on the autistic spectrum. This usually gives people the wrong impression, because most people think of Autism as people who can barely speak or function. The truth is, Autism is pretty darn different from person to person, and I am on the extremely high functioning end of the thing. A lot of people can't even really tell that I have it.

I do though, and it occasionally ends up making my life difficult. Like the fact that lately I can't open my mouth without talking about a faceless man in a business suit. Not only does it not really win me friends, but it's just making me more and more paranoid.


Woah... I just neurologically outed myself on the internet. This is a really weird feeling.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

A post full of Slender

Alright. My horror of the slender man is more or less on the slow side. So do you know what that means?

Marble Hornets.

So, I don't know if I'm going to get to any of it today. Or even tomorrow. I'm moving to D.C. in about a week, so I have to get all of my stuff together. Which is hard. I really wish Mom had given me more time. But it was a good deal apparently, and my mom can't really turn down a deal. At all. So speed moving, hurrah! I don't really like change, so it's freaking me out. But hey, what can you do?

Apparently, I can procrastinate by reading slender blogs. I told you I'm good at that. First thing, I discovered that not only is Zeke Strahm not dead, but he's got most of his marbles. Well, more than fifty percent of them. This is pretty much the best news I've had this whole week. Is it pathetic that I'm this invested in the wellfare of someone I don't know who may or may not exist? Well, I am. And for a second I thought that he had gone insane and all slendy minion on us. Yeah, I thought for a moment that the guy who finally decided to stand up to slender man had gone so bonkers that he was serving the other side now.  Wouldn't that be totally fucked up? Still, it sounds like something He'd do, so watch your mind Zeke. Seriously. I think you're awesome and want to give you a hug.

Ok, so that last thought would probably be a bad idea.

I also read 'The Tutorial'. M annoys me. He says 1 instead of one. It bothers me to no end. Aside from that, I don't think I have that much of a problem with him. Well, except some of his theories seem... odd? I mean, would staying high really do anything? May I never need to find out.

Ok, I'm really going to go do that packing thing.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Locations of Jensen Falls

So, I introduced the characters already. And I talked briefly about locations in my 'taking a walk' post. So I feel like the places should get some attention. Because places are cool.

Jensen Falls:

Thought I'd clarify, Jensen Falls is in fact that town that the series takes place in. I have no set place for it, but I usually think it's somewhere in the midwest. It's not very big, but I think it's big enough to avoid the 'small town' label. Barely. My main inspiration, aside from the parkway by my house, is this passage from The Halloween Tree. Which is a brilliant book, by the way. I have a signed version. It's one of my treasured posessions.

"It was a small town by a small river and a small lake in a small northern part of a Midwest state. There wasn't so much wilderness around you couldn't see the town. But on the other hand there wasn't so much town you couldn't see and feel and touch and smell the wilderness. The town was full of trees. And dry grass and dead flowers now that autumn was here. And full of fences to walk on and sidewalks to skate on and a large ravine to tumble in and yell across."

Isn't that just the coolest description ever? And it's what I think of every time I think of Jensen Falls. It's sort of a beautiful, magical, normal place. And while there are in fact main characters and stuff, I sometimes think the series is truly about this wonderful place, and people's actions to protect it.

The forest:
There is a forest on the outskirts of JF, and it's most distinctive feature is that it serves as one of borders. Go more than a mile or two into it, and you're into a different town. It's... well, it's a forest.

JFHS:
Most of my characters are high school age, so obviously this is an important spot. The school is loosely based on the place David and Bryan went to. Apparently. I've only seen pictures, but I got some serious inspiration off of those photos. It's got some really cool architecture. And a clock tower. I wish my high school had a clock tower.

Jonah's House:
An average, middle class house. In my head it's blue. But if we actually get around to filming this, I will totally not be picky. This is where a lot of stuff happens, because Jonah's room is the headquarters for his investigation agency. His room is absolutely full of movie posters and dorky figurines. It's what I want my room to look like. Instead I've got a poster of a mushroom cloud.

That's not mine, just so you know.

Rachel's House:
Well, technically it's her aunt's house. But Rachel lives there. And it's a fricken huge mansiony type place. Not quite as importan as Jonah's place because she spends more time at his house than the other way around. Well, that and she won't let Cole in.

The Bench:
Yes, a bench is an important location. It's because Cole is a mysterious asshole and Jonah has no idea where he lives. So if he wants to meet the guy, he hangs around this bench in a park until he shows up. How Cole knows he's there I've no clue. Maybe he's a creepy stalker vampire boy. Wouldn't be the first time.

Ok, I'll stop picking on Cole. He's probably not stalking Jonah. Much.

Dead Man's Party:
It's a club. For supernatural people! The DJ's a ghost. It's a cool little hangout for people who usually have to hide themselves to fit into society. And yes, it's named after an Oingo Boingo song. Oingo Boingo fricken rules.

The Old Peyton House:
Every town needs a haunted house, right? Jensen Falls is no exception. The story behind this is that Mr. Peyton was murdered and stuffed into the walls Edgar Alan Poe style. And that you can hear him trying to get out sometimes. Creepy, huh?

Dreams, Blogs, and Ulterior motives

So much for not being scared. Then again, reading Seeking Truth at midnight probably has something to do with that. These blogs are just way too interesting.

However, they do sort of terrify the shit out of me. It's not just the story though. I mean, the story's spooky enough, but what it does to my mind is awful. You see, I'm not exactly what some people call neurotypical. My brain works in weird ways, and while this is a very vernacular term, sometimes it's a gullible idiot. Once my sister actually convinced me that I didn't exist. It was one of the scariest days of my life, and when my parents came home I was crying in a corner asking them over and over if they could see me.

Yeah, my sister's not very nice.

So Slender man has gotten into my head. And since my brain believes everything it's told, part of me believes it. Which anyone who is familiar with the myth knows is a great way to attract it. And it's been taking a bunch of my childhood nightmares and putting a slender spin on things. Like when I was a kid, I had a lot of tentacle like dreams. There was one when a guy came out of a portrait and strangled me with a purple shadow arm thing. Another one I remember had people in the distance waving at me with weird smokelike arms.

When I was in high school, I remember having a terribly vivid nightmare about someone who I called 'the purple man'. He wore a dark purple pinstripe suit with a matching hat. He was also stick thin, and had no face. And he.... actually, I have no idea what he did. Just that it was scary. I was about seven years ago, after all. I remember writing a really creepy poem about it, but most likely it's in a rubbish bin in Montana or something.

It's sort of funny how the color purple seemed to feature a lot. It brings me to the conclusion that I'm being stalked by this:



Jokes aside, I think this myth is really getting to me. And nothing that spooky has even happened. Which makes me feel like I should explain a bit more about why I made this blog.

Partially, it's because I really want to make Jensen Falls.

The thing is, I work better when people are interested. So I thought I'd make a blog, draw the slenderfans in, and maybe they stick around and support me churning out the story. There is gonna be a slender man episode, after all. I mean, what does a slightly humorous paranormal whodunnit need? That's right, PURE TERROR.

So, if people do read this, yeah I'm kinda using you. Sorry? Please don't leave me? I'll give you cookies.

And there is the fact that I really, seriously, despite all  scientific and practical knowledge that I have, believe in the slender man. And if this myth does drive me loopy, whether his fault or my own gullible brain's, I want someone to hear about it. I don't just want to be forgotten.

Will this turn into a slender blog? Hell if I know. I don't think I'd be all that good at faking insanity. So I won't fake it. Things will happen as they happen. Please be more interested in my tv show than my demise. Although given my ability to procrastinate, both things are about as likely to occur.

On a final note, I was trying to keep profanity out of this blog. In this post, I swore twice.

Ah, fuck it.