Update

So... that was a crazy weekend.

Friday: school as usual. Nothing weird.

Saturday: UGH. There was little party ( a small one, like ten people) that I went to. Marl, Roxas, and Xion went to. And for some reason, Roxas also invited Zexion. So throughout the whole goddamn night, I have to listen to Zexion going on about those fucking horror stories. I mean really? Who names their monster "the Archangel" or "the Eye"? Those are the lamest names I've ever heard. But the one he went on and on about the most was some water vampire thing. Or at least that's how I understood. Replaces your blood with water or something and has a whole bunch of different names. Salmakis (or however you spell it), Ichor, Eat... That last one is really stupid if you ask me. Almost as stupid as the Eye.

I spent most of the night trying to ignore Zexion, who for some reason felt that everyone involved absolutely needed to know about these stupid things. I could see that Marl was pretty annoyed by it. She hates horror stories.

Eventually, though, Xion came to our rescue, by which I mean that she got drunk and puked all over Zexion. Roxas took her back to her dorm, and Zexion left with them, since Roxas offered to help him wash the barf off him.

The whole thing really spoiled the mood, to be honest.

Sunday: Spent the whole day studying for a big exam.

Monday: Big exam.

God damn it, I'm exhausted.

Diary Entry 5

Well shit. You know that guy I mentioned before, who's obsessed with all your horror stories and monsters? Well, him and Roxas have apparently been hanging around each other lately, and it seems that I'm gonna be seeing more of him. Joy of fucking joys.

You know, I'm tempted to use his real name just out of spite, but I won't. For this blog, he shall henceforth be known as "Zexion." Because Zexion always annoyed me.

Now, onto the next entry in Miranda's diary:

June 12, 1891

I am so upset I'm not sure I'll be able to even write properly!

Today had seemed to be such a good day. It was bright and sunny and I delighted in walking through the gardens of my uncle's estate. The day passed by swiftly and pleasurably with my cousin, but then it came and time for dinner, and who should join us but Mr. Frederick!

It seems that he is just as horrid a man as I had first thought. Throughout the whole meal he simply and boldly stared at me, and the comments and inquiries he made of me were so rude! Worst of all, my uncle and cousin didn't even seem to notice!

A good day ruined, thanks to that terrible man!

Huh.

I think I just walked in on Roxas looking at porn. He had his laptop out and when I went into the dorm, he slammed it shut as fast as he could.

Stop

Can someone please explain something to me? Why is it that everyone following this blog seems to be a fucking crazy person? Why are they all part of some giant roleplaying-looking thing? Why are they leaving ridiculous comments on this blog?

Stop it. Just stop it. I'm sorry if this blog somehow gave you the impression that I'm part of your little horror roleplaying thing, but I'm not. This is not some demented fantasy thing; this is real. Get over yourselves. And if you think that the shit on your blogs really did happen? Then get professional help, because you are a crazy person.

I do not need this. There's a kid in one of my classes who's obsessed with these fucking horror blogs and never shuts up about them. I hear enough about these monsters of yours already. I don't need them here.

Oh, and "Jester." Very funny. Stop fucking harassing me and get a life.

Diary Entry 4

Yeah, I said I'd do it "tonight" yesterday, but shut up.

Like I said, there was no real entry for June 9 aside from that poem, and apparently nothing of note happened on June 10, since that day got skipped completely.

June 11, 1891

Today I met Mr. Frederick.

It was the oddest thing. It happened about two in the afternoon, as I having tea with Bethany. We were in the middle of conversation about her poor fiance, when suddenly she simply stopped talking, and stood up. Her motion was so sudden that I nearly cried out in startlement.

I asked my cousin if something was wrong, and when she turned to look at me, it was like she wasn't even there anymore. The expression on her face was so... blank. It frightened me, and I thought that perhaps something horrible had happened to her.

And then the look passed and Bethany smiled at me. She told me that she felt it was time I met Mr. Frederick, as we had been in this same house for a few days now, and it was simply unthinkable that we had yet to meet. So shocked was I at this sudden declaration and strange behavior that I could only nod before Bethany seized my hand and led me through her house to Mr. Frederick's room. She knocked on his door, and timed her knocks in the strangest pattern. After a moment, a man's voice beckoned us into the room, and Bethany opened the door.


I immediately gathered that Mr. Frederick fancied himself to be a man of science. The walls of his room were covered with parchment, which in turn were covered in all sorts of diagrams and calculations. His only furniture were his bed, his dresser, his nightstand, and a table covered in beakers and glasses, most of which seemed to contain nothing but water.


Mr. Frederick himself was dressed in old and wrinkled clothing and his hair was completely disheveled and his face covered in stubble. I wondered at how long it had been since the man had groomed himself. He smiled at Bethany, and asked how he may serve her. It was strange, the way he said it. With a sort of reverence, the likes of which one would use to speak to a vicar.


Bethany told him that she wished to introduce me to him, and I forced myself to state my name and exchange pleasantries with that man. I suddenly found myself very afraid, and not merely because of Mr. Frederick's unorthodox appearance. There was something in his eyes as he looked at me that I can't quite find the words to describe. He was watching me very intently; far more intently that the situation warranted, and I found myself shivering and fidgeting under his gaze.


I do not know how long I stood in that awful man's room, nor do I wish to recall what we discussed, but I know that when we finally left, I was very thankful. I attempted to convey, as politely as I could, to Bethany that I had no wish to see Mr. Frederick again, but I don't believe she understood me.


Oh, I hope that I spend as little time as possible in his presence. That meeting with him ruined the whole day for me.

Valentines

So yesterday was Valentine's Day. I had a great time.

I took Marl out to dinner. Olive Garden. Being a college kid, that meal literally bankrupted me. We ate, we talked. It was nice.

Marl is amazing. She's smart, and she's funny, and she beautiful... Her favorite icecream flavor is mint chocolate chip, her favorite TV show is Arrested Development, she doesn't have a favorite color... I'm sorry, I'm gushing, aren't I?

The point is yesterday was fantastic, and I really like Marl. Not sure I'm comfortable with saying I love her just yet, since we've only actually known each other for about a month, but still.

But you probably don't care about my love life anyway. I'll post the next of Miranda's diary entries later today.

Bethany's Poem

It seems that Miranda didn't write a diary entry for June 9, but instead, she made a note of a poem that Bethany had read to her. She mentions that the dark nature of the poem makes her worried about Bethany's mental health, and she transcribed the words.

I'm not gonna lie. It's... it's a strange poem.

Heaven is on the Ocean's Floor,
So do not fear, step through the door.
And you will hurt and think no more
Of that so quiet time before.
Through the waves, away from the shore,
Let your blood be blood no more.

Diary Entry 3

June 8, 1891

Today was so dreary. There was nothing but grey clouds in the sky, and every hour or so it would start raining only to top again. I had looked forward to walking through my uncle's gardens, but alas I was confined within his house all day.

I spent most of my day with Bethany and we talked and talked for some time. I learned that she had been engaged not long ago, but that madness had struck the poor man and he'd been sent off to a sanitarium. I am so sorry for my cousin's misfortune! To have that happiness be snatched away!

Oh, and I do worry about Bethany. Sometimes she seems so distant, or she struggles to say something. I wonder if perhaps she still feels the grief of what befell her fiance?

I did not my uncle for most of the day, for was out meeting with a number of his neighbors, though I am not sure on what business. I also caught a glimpse of Mr. Frederick trekking through the mud outside but I have yet to be properly introduced to him. He spends so much time alone!

There seems to be so much unhappiness in this house! It is my greatest hope that I shall be able to help bring some light back into my cousin's life.

Another Doodle

Doodled this in my Spanish notebook. Yet another thing from my dreams:

Sorry if it's kind of hard to make out. I doodled it with a pen., so there's a bit of overlapping lines... yeah, it's kind of a clusterfuck.

I also think I'm gonna whip out my Wacom tablet and paint something on GIMP. This dream I had last night... man, this really cool image is just stuck in my head. I want to see if I can capture it.

But right now I have class, so that'll have to wait.

Diary Entry 2

June 7, 1981

What an eventful day! I rose early in the morning to begin my journey, and father made sure my carriage was waiting. Mother and father both bid me a safe journey, and I set off. I was so nervous! I have never before traveled alone, and I was unsure if I'd be safe or not.

But it was a lovely ride. I spent most of the day reading, for it was lovely day with much sunlight. Oh, but after some time it began to become so boring! I amused myself for a time by observing the countryside and the many flora and fauna, but even that eventually became dreary.

I arrived at my cousin's house just as the sun was starting to touch the horizon. Oh, how Bethany has grown! She is a handsome woman with dark hair and such pale skin. But it is strange. She seems so strong and lively, but sometimes she seems so frail.

My uncle received me warmly, and I was thankful for the dinner he provided. We spent much time talking. I learned that Bethany's mother was away visiting relatives, and a man named Mr. Frederick is staying at this house. My uncle tells me that Mr. Frederick is the son of an old colleague of his who has fallen on some difficult times. He is a reclusive man, though, so I wonder if I will ever have a chance to meet him?

It is a shame that I was unable to attend service today, but I am sure the Lord shall understand. Just to be safe, I think I will say some extra prayers before going to bed.

I Hate It When Trolls Are Right

So, it seems that that asshole Jester's troll comment on the last post was correct: Roxas and Xion did indeed have a lack of "hanky-panky." To put that in less stupid terms, they were having a disagreement about sex. Stop me if you've heard this one: the guy wants to bone but the girl doesn't feel ready. Yeah. When Roxas explained (in much cruder terms), I told him straight up that he sounded like the bad guy in some badly written PSA. Or the boyfriend from Scream. That too.

So, yeah, Jester? Congratulations. You guessed right. Now go away.

In other news, I'll be posting Miranda Winston's second diary entry sometime tomorrow.

The Grey

I spent most of my weekend either with Marl or doing homework. It was fun (the parts with Marl). We went to see the Grey, and afterwards had a very long discussion about it. Things I learned: Marl has an inner film critic demanding to be heard. I have never seen anyone go so in depth about a movie.

It was kind of cute when she suddenly stopped talking because she realized she was hogging the whole conversation. I had to assure her that it was fine. Really, it was interesting. She went into all this detail story structure, characterization, and symbolism. She even came up with a neat theory that the whole movie was just taking place in the main character's head, and made a pretty convincing argument for it. I don't think I agreed with her about that, but it was still pretty neat. And besides, it was nice to have something to occupy mind for a bit.

When I got back to my dorm, I saw Xion leaving it. She seemed kind of upset about something, but with Xion it's hard to tell; she's so quiet. Roxas didn't seem to want to talk about it, though I did hear him muttering something under his breath about her being a puritan or something. But it's none of my business.

Diary Entry 1

OK, so in between classes and homework and socializing and trying to get a decent night's sleep, I've started reading through the diary my sister sent me. Roxas thinks it's a waste of time, but Roxas can go fuck himself. For some reason, my sister felt that it was important that I read this old thing, and I intend to find out why. To make things easier, I'll copy the entries onto this blog. For reference, the author is someone named "Miranda Winston".


June 6, 1891

I am so excited to be visiting my cousin Bethany tomorrow. She lives far out from London in the countryside in [whited out] with her father. Her mother passed away four years ago, poor thing. I have not seen Bethany in so long, I wonder how she is?

I will be staying with my cousin for two weeks, and I intend to document each and every day. And so I am writing in this diary to declare my intention to do so, and to say that I must get some rest soon. I intend to record everything that happens in my journey tomorrow. Oh! I am so excited I don't know if I'll be able to sleep!


Yeah. Note that the location of Bethany's house was whited out. As in, it was covered up with that white stuff you use to cover up pen markings. It seems that someone has tampered with this journal very recently.