Yet Another Late-Night Entry
It's 2:30 am and, yet again, I find it difficult to sleep. I think I'll get some milk tomorrow and, just before bed, make some hot chocolate with the milk instead of the water. It's still too warm to close the windows, and that means the street whales (i.e. the local drunkards) are still audible.
There was a lingerie show tonight, hosted by the local condom-brand, and the single men were driven to near-frenzy, and the single-women capitalized on this by making their moves. Trust me, we had a room full of inebriated women. Not that I was complaining, mind you, but at this hour, I do need rest.
I guess I can't really blame them for behaving this way, or for them keeping me up, as it is not entirely their fault. For the past few days, regrettably, I have felt the sudden and familiar pull of depression. It started Monday after leaving from the li'l deviant's house to my parents to pick up the rest and last of my items. It wasn't the trip that made me suddenly realise that things were heading downward, it was the fact that I still haven't received my OSAP, and I wasn't able to get my books. I don't know why this bothered me so, as it is so very trivial, but it did. And it snowballed.
I finally contacted the OSAP department today and they told me yet another 6 days. Check back on Monday or Tuesday. The fortunate thing was that I was talking to the woman who has been talking to me over the past several months regarding this, so I suddenly feel very confident in her abilities. Unfortunately, that means more days without cash, more days without books, and when my li'l deviant comes down to see me, more days with her paying my way into things without me doing my fair share. She's always telling me not to worry, that she doesn't mind doing this for me, but I can't help it. It's ingrained into my brain to think this way.
On top of all this that is going on inside my head, we are planning on going to a hotel this weekend and spending the night. Sounds pretty damned romantic, doesn't it? Well, it is, to a degree: You see, this motel is supposed to be haunted. More specifically the honeymoon suite that we want to take for the night. 'Legend' has it that there was a newlywed couple staying there, but the man found out his new bride had been unfaithful. In a surge of rage and hate, he killed his wife, and then himself. Apparently, within the walls of this honeymoon suite you can see the woman filter through the room, or you can hear a child cry. I'm not sure what the corolation is with the child, but I'm sure we can figure it out.
On top of this, my suite-mates have shown an extreme interest in this, and want to see what it is we do there (in the sense of 'Ghost Watching', not ... anything else, you sick dogs!), as well as go to other locations in the city, and out, to experience a sighting. With -that- said, I have opted to talk to the Student Council tomorrow (or later today, whatever...) with the interest of creating the Fleming Paranormal Association! I've even talked to a friend who makes her own t-shirts for her site to help us with our own t-shirts should we want them!
So, with all that is going on inside my noodle, it's no wonder that I can't sleep tonight.
And, with tonight being one, there are two more sleeps until I see the li'l deviant again. Friday night, nice and late (around 11 pm-ish), I shall bring her back here and ... well, I'm not entirely sure what we're going to do. It seems that my floor supervisor knows that I'm going to be here, and she appreciates the help that I've been giving. It seems that this floor, nay, this building can not survive a weekend without me. **sighs** Such is the life of the Godfather, eh? C'est la vie, as they say.
Incidentally:
* EVP's (Electronic Voice Phenomena) are very, very freaky things. Most can be disproved, but they are no less freaky to listen to.
* Orbs, for the most part, are fake and a waste of my time. I've seen exactly 1 (count it: One) picture of an orb, by a reliable source, that I actually believe, and it's more ecto than an orb
* Don't expect miracles from this motel that we're going to. We're going with personal digital cameras and that's it. If we get something, fantastic. If not, it'll still be worth the stay. Next time, we'll prepare ourselves a little better. Hopefully by that time we'll have proper instruments!
* If you have a cool story, by all means, share it! I know I do. Remind me to tell you about the time I was haunted by ... a cat.
There was a lingerie show tonight, hosted by the local condom-brand, and the single men were driven to near-frenzy, and the single-women capitalized on this by making their moves. Trust me, we had a room full of inebriated women. Not that I was complaining, mind you, but at this hour, I do need rest.
I guess I can't really blame them for behaving this way, or for them keeping me up, as it is not entirely their fault. For the past few days, regrettably, I have felt the sudden and familiar pull of depression. It started Monday after leaving from the li'l deviant's house to my parents to pick up the rest and last of my items. It wasn't the trip that made me suddenly realise that things were heading downward, it was the fact that I still haven't received my OSAP, and I wasn't able to get my books. I don't know why this bothered me so, as it is so very trivial, but it did. And it snowballed.
I finally contacted the OSAP department today and they told me yet another 6 days. Check back on Monday or Tuesday. The fortunate thing was that I was talking to the woman who has been talking to me over the past several months regarding this, so I suddenly feel very confident in her abilities. Unfortunately, that means more days without cash, more days without books, and when my li'l deviant comes down to see me, more days with her paying my way into things without me doing my fair share. She's always telling me not to worry, that she doesn't mind doing this for me, but I can't help it. It's ingrained into my brain to think this way.
On top of all this that is going on inside my head, we are planning on going to a hotel this weekend and spending the night. Sounds pretty damned romantic, doesn't it? Well, it is, to a degree: You see, this motel is supposed to be haunted. More specifically the honeymoon suite that we want to take for the night. 'Legend' has it that there was a newlywed couple staying there, but the man found out his new bride had been unfaithful. In a surge of rage and hate, he killed his wife, and then himself. Apparently, within the walls of this honeymoon suite you can see the woman filter through the room, or you can hear a child cry. I'm not sure what the corolation is with the child, but I'm sure we can figure it out.
On top of this, my suite-mates have shown an extreme interest in this, and want to see what it is we do there (in the sense of 'Ghost Watching', not ... anything else, you sick dogs!), as well as go to other locations in the city, and out, to experience a sighting. With -that- said, I have opted to talk to the Student Council tomorrow (or later today, whatever...) with the interest of creating the Fleming Paranormal Association! I've even talked to a friend who makes her own t-shirts for her site to help us with our own t-shirts should we want them!
So, with all that is going on inside my noodle, it's no wonder that I can't sleep tonight.
And, with tonight being one, there are two more sleeps until I see the li'l deviant again. Friday night, nice and late (around 11 pm-ish), I shall bring her back here and ... well, I'm not entirely sure what we're going to do. It seems that my floor supervisor knows that I'm going to be here, and she appreciates the help that I've been giving. It seems that this floor, nay, this building can not survive a weekend without me. **sighs** Such is the life of the Godfather, eh? C'est la vie, as they say.
Incidentally:
* EVP's (Electronic Voice Phenomena) are very, very freaky things. Most can be disproved, but they are no less freaky to listen to.
* Orbs, for the most part, are fake and a waste of my time. I've seen exactly 1 (count it: One) picture of an orb, by a reliable source, that I actually believe, and it's more ecto than an orb
* Don't expect miracles from this motel that we're going to. We're going with personal digital cameras and that's it. If we get something, fantastic. If not, it'll still be worth the stay. Next time, we'll prepare ourselves a little better. Hopefully by that time we'll have proper instruments!
* If you have a cool story, by all means, share it! I know I do. Remind me to tell you about the time I was haunted by ... a cat.