Roommate Scare

So, my roommate (one of my flatmates and I have evolved into roommates with the move and such) has a new boyfriend. As such, she spent the weekend at his house. Normally that wouldn't be a problem, but with what happened to Ben... Let's just say that not seeing someone, or receiving any indication that they did not mysteriously drop off the face of the earth for no apparent reason so soon after what's been happening is bad for Blanche's health.

I know I'm turning into some sort of mother hen, but still.

Also, still no news on Ben. Police have come up with nothing, there aren't any rumors going around campus, the campus officials are less-than forthcoming with any information they may or may not have. It's like he never existed.

Haven't heard much from Dev either. She hasn't been answering my calls.

No news

Can't get him on his cell.

Rained all day. Couldn't put those posters up like I wanted to.

I don't have any idea what's going on.

What am I going to do?

What the fuck.

I called Dev this morning. I figure if anyone's heard from him it would be his girlfriend. No dice. So, I finally broke down and went to the housing office. After jumping through way more hoops than I should have needed to, they finally managed to open his dorm.

It was empty. Completely fucking empty. No furniture, no Ben, no roommate, no sign that anyone had ever lived there at all. We've been asking around in the other rooms. Nobody has seen anyone but me go anywhere near that door for days.

Filled out a missing person's report with the police.

What the fuck.

Ohai Guyz!

Guess what I did all day! Moved my shit! Guess who didn't help! Ben! I haven't been able to get ahold of him at all, despite the fact that he promised he would help me move. He hasn't been answering my texts, and I suspect he's been giving me the FU button whenever I call. He wouldn't come to his door either. To be honest, I'm a little concerned. He's a jackass, but he generally doesn't break promises like this.

Anyway, since I'm calling him out on a public forum, I'm pretty sure he'll respond. If he doesn't I think that gives me license to worry about the little shit.

It's about time I wrote a post here.

Hey guys!

Sorry I've been gone for so long. What with my starting college in a real school, and the hurricane and all that good stuff, I've been really freaking busy. I've made a bunch of friends, and apparently picked up a stalker! Not... you know, a tall face-less stalker. Just a regular old human one. Anyway, perhaps it's unkind to call him a stalker, it's not like he doesn't do this to everyone else.

I've been asking around, and there is a term for this guy just appearing wherever the fuck I seem to be. It's called getting Lewisbombed. Seriously, I don't know what this guy's problem is. How is he everywhere I go? Why does he feel the need to knock on my door once a day? Why does he call me so much? Why did I give him my phone number?

I'm legitimately afraid that one of these days I'm gonna open my blinds and he'll be standing there like Slendy.

Anyway, things have been really hectic around here. The hurricane did some impressive water damage to our walls, and we're being moved to a different apartment while they do whatever magical anti-mold dance they need to do. I'm not looking forward to packing up all my shit so soon after unpacking, but what can you do? I've been assigned to a different room, but let's be honest. I'm probably just going to be annoying the fuck out of Ben for the two-four weeks it'll take for them to finish their work.

Anyway, sorry I haven't been around so much. I've been getting Lewisbombed every few hours or so.

EDIT: So, my roommate and her not-boyfriend got Lewisbombed as I wrote this post. I did warn them that it would probably happen if they went out there, but nooo. They just had to go out for a smoke. Nobody ever listens to Blanche.

Moving

The day for my departure for KU is rapidly approaching. The closer it gets, the more nervous I become. I just didn't realize I could become this nervous. I don't know if I can do this guys. I've never lived on my own before. I know Ben will be there. I know I'll have a roommate and all that. I'm just really nervous. Some little nagging voice telling me that I'm almost certainly going to burst into flames if I do this.

I'm given to understand that this is totally normal.

My mom's really excited. She made the least dignified sound I've ever heard just now. Sort of like she was choking on her own excitement. It was... I never want to hear that sound again. It'll be playing on the elevators in my personal hell.

Omegle

I've seen lots of pictures of amusing Omegle conversations, and thought I would try to have one of my own.

I think I nailed it.

knmfskijipaewnjiafjiwnfijefakjwfjwfkiwf~!

My cousin and his baby are in town and oh my God is that baby too cute for words! No, I don't think you understand. We don't have a word for how cute that baby is. We just don't.

Now. I'm gonna go play with the cute baby. Ya'll do whatever it is ya'll do when not playing with cute babies.




























































































So cute.

And to think, I could have been mining

So, today Ben and Dev decided that I should go outside. I don't know what sort of fucked up world they're living in, but outside and I don't really like each other that much. It frequently tries to kill me with it's pollen and bees and metal horse-less chariots and the like. I rather enjoy being not-killed, so outside and I only interact when absolutely necessary.

Anyway, so I emerged from my cave, blinking against the harsh unfamiliar sensation of the light of the day star, and went out to interact with my friends. It was pretty fun I guess. Nothing really spectacular happened. Well, it rained. I played in the puddles for a bit.

And then it stopped raining, and I was cold and wet the rest of they day. And then I had an allergy attack of epic proportions, and am fairly certain I'm about to die. So yeah, "it's not that bad".

See Quezzy, this is how it's done

Ben's captcha is much smarter than Quezzy's. For one, it spelled the word it was going for correctly. Second of all, it accurately described me. So, sorry Quezzy. Ben wins this round. And with that code prank you pulled, you two are about tied. You may have to go into the Murderdrome to settle this one.

The captcha in question. I do have a certain flair, don't I?

Minecraft

So, here's my entire thoughts on this game. God damn green blowy-upy-things, and why can't I stop smelting shit?

Oh boy!

Minecraft is F2P during the Humble Indie Bundle! I've been meaning to give this game a shot. I've heard a lot of good things about this. Maybe I'll talk about the games that I bought along with the HIB at some point. Maybe not. Who knows. Time to do some mining. Maybe some crafting as well.

Most Stressful Math Test Ever.

Seriously. Fuck math. It's the most miserable thing ever, and I suck at it.

So, last Tuesday I decided to skip. No big deal I thought, it's one class right? Well then accident happened and suddenly I'm missing the Thursday class as well. Math wasn't exactly my biggest concern at the time (Don't tell my grandma. She'll be super mad.) Well, no big deal right? When I walked into the class I made a joke about how it would be just my luck for us to have the test today.

Well guess what we did today? Spoiler alert: We took a fucking math test.

It was the worst thing ever. I didn't remember any of the stuff we did learn, and I didn't know any of the stuff I wasn't there for. And what's worse? Fractions. More than half the test was fractions. I haven't touched fractions since ninth fucking grade.

Ah man. Took me nearly the full hour and a half to do the fucking test, and I know I got more than half of it wrong. Fuck.

To put it in perspective, if the first test was the Deku Tree, then this math test was the fucking Water Temple. And the professor is that damn owl that won't shut up.

Fuck.

Back in business

Hey guys!

Apparently not even some drunken asshole plowing into my car at roughly a bazillion* miles an hour is enough to stop me! Typing with my arm in a cast like this is a real pain, but whatever. Granny pulled through, so go team Blanche.

Anyway, Quezzy! What's going on with you and Bob? Go on, divulge all of the dirty details my friend. Honestly, just saying "Hey we're going out now" and not updating? I expected better of you.

*May have been less than a bazillion. What am I, a speedometer?

Ben Here

Hey guys. Blanche cut out the song and dance this time and let me have her password this time. How boring is that?

Anyway, I'm supposed to welcome her new follower and stalker. So welcome Theta and Teach.

Rabbit Hole

So, reverse-stalking Theta has led me to a plethora of "Slenderblogs". Every one I click on leads me to five more. This is interesting, but I simply don't have the time to go through all of these. Most of them don't seem to be very good. I mean, a lot of them are really interesting. But I'm busy. Mid term paper is due tomorrow, Ben is a jackass, I've got my blogging, and still need to do Part 2 of MH, and the totheark videos. Plus I hear Every Man Hybrid is also good. I may want to check that out as well sometime.

So, in short, I'm procrastinating on my procrastination by doing the very thing that I'm procrastinating.

...Yes.

Ben is an asshole

He is so getting revenge crab'd.

Marble Hornets Part 1

Well, I did say that I would be watching these. And it is light out, so here it goes. I'll try to get through all forty + of them, and type up my thoughts as I'm watching them. Well, this is just up to episode 26, but still. You know what I mean. It's sorta like a liveblog. I guess.

Whoo!

I'm back in control of my own blog. Ben's got his own now, so he can stop stealing mine. Theoretically.

Anyway, Ben told me about that thing of Quezzy's. I'm gonna have to remember to check out that Marble Hornets thing sometime. Ben says I have to wait until the sun comes up, because he isn't dealing with my paranoia if he doesn't have to. That jerk.

>:D

Good luck guessing your new password eh?

Owait! Since I'm typing this that means...

And not talking to me, Blanche? You wound me.