Either I’m going crazy, or a Demon Touched Me.

Another weekend down, and lo! a number of new, dramatic, and wholly traumatizing stories to tell. And with that, i’ll begin with a flourish….

Friday night i took a break from the World of Warcraft gaming spree to visit the local Chase Plaza, and attend an otherwise fancy movie known as The Exorcism of Emily Rose. Scary? No. Shocking? No. Gripping? Yes. Eerie? Unbelieveably so.

-For those who live in some sort of vacuum, said movie is about a young college student who becomes possessed by a number of demons. It is actually told from a trial/lawyer theme, which i didn’t know prior to going in, but that aside, it has some serious religious and overall metaphysical themes. Like everything, i viewed it with an open mind, and it turned out to be quite a great film. It, like most religious-horror movies, had its own twists it focused on (in this case, 3:00am being the witching hour)…which i found particular glee in. But the real drama ensues not from the film itself, but rather, from what happened after.

So i’m walking home, (the chase being a mere block or so away) comtemplating, life, philosophy, religion, and the other movie themes, when i get to my apartment-building entrance. Mind you, its around 12:30am.  I walk up to the keypad to punch in the numbers to open the door…(a code which i have used daily for the past month) and i mindlessly press the keys. "invalid code." it says. I pause. trying to recall the numbers in my head. Nothing. I laugh at the absurdity of the situation. And i try again. "invalid code." I search my mind for number sequences. Nothing. 15 minutes later, i’m sitting on the steps, clutching my head and saying "this is fucking ridiculous…how did i forget my door code?" And i don’t have an answer. Another 15 minutes later, i manage to sneak in when 2 other late-nighters roll in, and my heart lifts.

That was friday, it is now sunday night. I still cannot remember the code. I cannot explain it, and i think i’m losing my mind. I swear, its the early onset of dementia or something.

So then i get into my apartment, game for a little while (im not sure exactly when, like 3:30ish i think) and i go to sleep. No real events there…a bit of tossing a turning….

And then around 8:00am i wake up to this ridiculously strong pain in right side of my lower jawline/throat. It pains me to swallow, and i can trace the line of pain up to my ear. It hurts so much swallowing almost brings me to my knees. Frustrated and annoyed, i drive to the store and get some painkillers, which dull it down a bit. Its 3:54am right now, and im still feeling the ache, after taking even more painkillers. E is not a happy lil boy.

Now, to mess up the chronology, saturday night was poker night. I ended up with 70 bucks, again not a bad haul. However, the night was an interesting one; Beal and Hite were both out of control. Dave got in one of his pseudo-"im pissed and going to go home moods" (i swear such babies sometimes) and we had about 5 minutes of lame as boy drama of "we don’t want dave to leave" and E saying "f–k him, let him go." I swear, some people are so socially retarded. Beal took out his penis at least once. (at least once that i saw, eww) and at another time, stuck the filter-end of a cigarette into his penis-hole ("in far enough that he didn’t have to hold it, and it stayed in on its own accord!!!" he so proudly exclaimed)…and a dramatic wrestling match. You see, Beal was acting all maschismo, as i said before, (him and Hite…but Hite has yet to actually engage me…he knows better, and just talkstalkstalks) and so beal and i got involved in a wrestling match. And by wrestling, he said he would "tackle me" and i said "go ahead and try." And the result was about 10 seconds of scuffling, me placing my limbs in position (as he though he had me..since he had a headlock on me) and me smiling at the boys, saying "bye beal" and promptly dropping his ass onto the hard wood floor and everyone laughing. Thats when Sean says "E is a blackbelt yanno" and J.D. looking shocked and puzzled (mmmm, i can keep a few secrets apparently) and beal and hite muttering something about how that is "nothing." That nothing put his ass on the floor though, haha, so once again: E comes out victorious. Overall, it was a whole bunch of fun, and i was quite entertained. Sean came out with more poker winnings than me though, which makes me a bit sad. Oh well, overall i’m doing quite well, so i’m more than happy.

I have been slacking in my WoW raiding, and the guildleader (and a few others) asked where i’d been, and said "they missed me." Aw…loved in the real world and in the virtual one. Can it get any better?

Yeah. it could, and we all know how. Ah well, maybe a dashing blonde-who-loves black, long hair, and gaming will drop out of the sky, smile at me, and i’ll be trulywhollycompletelycontent. Hmm, if only.

Oodles o’ love,

Erotique