Damn

Sorry for not updating. I really am. You see, a little after I posted that last post, they decided to turn off our internet. It sucked so much. So Dia, sorry for not contacting you. Internet connection is a BITCH. It really is.

It won't even let me comment on other blogs, or that could be just the browser I am using.

Well, a couple of crazy things had happened. We had to go to another hotel, and it's not for the reasons you think. Um, Nate, he got mad at the manager and he punched the manager in the face. They were having some argument about the payment and such and Nate decided that he had enough, so he punched the manager. (Nate, I love you.) Then he got me and we got the hell out of there.

While I was at that old hotel, I walked around the town for a bit. Crazy shit just happened on one night. Seriously, I happened to see that Rake, some giant floating eye (I could feel it staring into my soul and judging me. For what, I don't know. I mean I stole some candy when I was little, and I'm stealing right now, but it's just food. It's a necessity.), some puppet-girl, and a small bluish boy. I have no idea why they were there in that abandoned warehouse, it was probably a meeting or something, but I got the fuck out of that area.

After that, I really don't know what happened. I was just back at the hotel, watching the television.

I wish I would stop zoning out so much. I also hope that me seeing those creatures won't mean that they're after me. I'm surprised the Rake didn't try to straight out murder me. 

I also wonder why it was looking judging me. It's not like I did anything terrible. I didn't!  Really! I didn't didn't didinl;'t didsn;'t dsoidn;tr do anuythindg bad.

but ehw cant ewerememberwe