Remnants 7 - Halloween Funsies

Carved this on Monday/Tuesday from 10:30 PM to 1:30 AM. As a not-so-random sidenote, I didn't go into limbo that night (morning?), probably because I had to keep my mind focused on getting this all to work out right.

I like pumpkins.

Remnants 6 - Late-night Limbo: Part 3 (Life Balance)

Life Balance by Nagisa Cosmetic. Listen to it here AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Life Balance. IT'S DANGEROUS. When I mentioned seeing how high you and a friend can get yourselves in Late-night Limbo: Part 1 and self-induced limbo in Part 2, I was talking about Life Balance.

Life Balance is a special song (to say the least) that brings about a special type of limbo. Wesley said that this song keeps him up at night. Unlike all other forms of limbo that I've discussed, this kind actually allows retention of consciousness and maybe even promotes body activity. This, however, says nothing about the exact level of mental processing that goes on while the mind is suspended in Life Balance. I'll tell you this upfront - it's low. Please don't expect much from this post, because I'm writing it while listening to Life Balance on repeat.

Remnants 5 - Late-night Limbo: Part 2 (Piecewise Fail)

Today is one of those days where I surprisingly don't end up in late-night limbo by 11 o'clock (incidentally, I employed a combination of fruit juice and timed explosion of Hatsukoi Limited to keep me afloat). Therefore, I will detail my findings on a second form of limbo that I have encountered.

This form of limbo is similar to my 11 o'clock Fail in that a total loss of consciousness is reached. What differentiates the two, however, is that Piecewise Fail is just that - a version of late-night limbo that comes in defined waves of high and low strength, leading to periodic moments of relative awareness that cause even more confusion than 11 o'clock Fail.

Remnants 4 - Late-night Limbo: Part 1 (11 o'clock Fail)

I've always been pretty good at doing the limbo, not just because I'm short. I have good enough knee and back strength to bend into a bridge from standing. I think at some point in middle school we for some reason were doing a limbo competition thing and I won.

But late-night limbo is something else entirely. It's still focused on the concept of "how low can you go," but more in a mental sense, rather than physical. See, late-night limbo is all about having a competition with yourself to see just how low-level your mental processes become before you just lose and fall asleep from exhaustion. It's generally a single-player thing, but sometimes you can bring a friend along and see who loses first, or see how high you can get yourselves before falling back down to normal thought patterns.

Late-night limbo is not just an activity, but also a state of being and possibly an alternate dimension. Within the coming weeks I will seek to chronicle my trips into late-night limbo and its various forms.

Creative Assignment - Intruder

The house alarm's little "bing-bong" sounded in its usual, cheery manner, as it did each time one of the doors opened to welcome somebody home or each time one of the windows opened to welcome a breeze. The chime broke through the music I was blasting, the music that halted midway through the song as I immediately pressed the pause button.

Why did that chime just go off.

It wasn't even a question because I knew it could only mean one thing: someone or something had just entered my family's home. My thoughts quickened with my heartbeat as adrenaline inundated my veins.

Was it my parents? No. They left over three minutes ago. Even two minutes was too long for them to turn around if they had forgotten something. My parents were gone.

Was it my sister? No. She was at her friend's birthday party. The party was a few towns over, and it was supposed to end at 8. It wasn't my sister.

Oh jeez, this really sucks. Because no one else has the keys to our home. And that means someone just breached the walls of our shelter. Oh jeez. Someone just broke into my house.

Assigned Blog Post 05 - Jerk

Move with a brisk pace; walk with your arms folded; stand with your arms folded; put a little more of your weight on one leg, so as to make it look like you expect something from them; stare down the people who look into your eyes, so as to make sure they know you're completely serious; look past the people you bump into, so as to make sure they know you don't give a crap about them; ignore the people tapping on your shoulder - if they wanna say something, they should say it; don't do menial tasks for others, only things that will boost your reputation; don't delegate the work, because if you want something done right, you should do it yourself; make them do the work, because if they want it done right, they should do it themselves; here's how you greet someone you could care less about; here's how to greet someone you hate; here's how you (don't) greet someone you somewhat like, because that way your underlying nature's gonna bleed through and scare them away; someone you actually like should know you well enough that they don't care how you greet them; wait until they've already started the assignment before telling them it's not actually due, because that way you can laugh at how stupid they are but they'll still think you're nice enough to trust next time around; but deep down, my underlying nature is one that needs love and care; let your eyes be shifty, because that way they'll pick up more things for you to sneer and jeer at; don't ever wipe that smirk off your face until you're sure there's no one there to see that it's not there; don't ever turn around and look at the messes you've left behind; but what if I feel bad about leaving people in those messes?