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So...This blog really isn't my best work. Like, at all. It started out all "OOH YES THIS WILL BE FUN FUN FUN TIMES" and Jessica was like "YES YES YESSSS" but now it's just...
We've both lost motivation?
So, yes. I'm confirming this. Fake slendyblog was fake and overly bad and EXTREMELY obvious lol
My name is Alexa, I do go by Lexi, but Steele is not my real last name. I'm not putting my real name out there, either.
Part of the reason it sounded so bad and forced was probably because I've...never really babysat before ever? At all?
I'm not fond of children in general, so...
My mom and dad are divorced, but for normal reasons. I am in New York, and my dad is in Washington. That's...probably all the truth that was put into this blog, heh. Jessica is a real person, though. My friend. Who is not a HARDCORE ANGST EMO MACHINE haha...
Yeah, Jessica and I may still use this blog for something- might as well, I mean, don't want to waste the account. Maybe just photos and other stuff that we don't want to accidentally loose. Maybe I'll use it to put up all those spamposts of photos/video clips from my walks around my neighborhood. Dunno, man. (But I'll definitely use it to comment on slenderblogs, them things da shiz and all, hehe~)
But we know for sure that we're keeping the title "Lexi's Babysitting Blog" and the pink background. The little heart hands with the operator symbol, even! Just for old time's sake, y'know?
So
Uh
Cheers and all, internets! Your blogs are spiffing and interesting, and it's a right shame that this started out horribly enough that I lost interest! I would have loved to be a part of the internet phenomenon known as Slenderman!
Regards,
Lexi
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Sunday, November 13, 2011
October 12, 2006
Dear diery,
School is really fun so far! A girl named Jessica just moved in, she seems really mad at everything but I think shes okay! I am going to try to talk to her more, I sit next to her so it will be easy.
the man came to visit today, too! I tried to make Jessica meet him, but she got scared and ran. This makes me sad, because the tall man is nice, even though my mom says hes an imaginary friend.
I don't think hes imaginary, but hes a friend for sure!!!!!!
-
October 14, 2006
Dear diery,
I told my mom and dad that the tall man is nice and not imaginary. Mom got scared and called the police and yelled at my dad. I dont know why shes scared, the tall man is nice! he never hurt me, all we do is talk, even though I dont remember about what most of the time. He is still nice though!
-
October 18, 2006
Dear diary,
I was spelling 'diary' wrong this whole time, whoops! That's what my mom says, anyway. She says its good that I'm keeping a diary. She says it can get my thoughts out. I think thats good.
Anyway, the tall man is with me tonight! he decided to stay over, he said. Hes right by my bed now, reading over my shoulder. I feel safe and tired and happy.
I think I'm going to bed soon. Goodnight, diary!
[scribbles all over the page]
-
November 29, 2006
Dear diary,
I'm sorry for the gap in writing! I've been busy lately, but I forgot what with. But its okay. I know it is okay.
its just the way it is!
I went out with the tall man last week. when I came back, my mom was really scared and screaming and it made me scared, but it's okay now. My dad is really cool, though, he wasnt screaming, just really really nervous. He left for a few days and still isnt back, my mom says he will though.
The tall man made me miss school, though, which Im sad about. Jessica was worried to.
I dont know why everyone is worried, the tall man protects me very well!
-
December 2, 2006
he's gone
both of them
theyre both gone
I'm sad, diary. Tonight my mom said dad isnt coming back. They're divorcing.
The tall man says he's going with my dad to make sure he stays safe.
This makes me really sad. The tall man is my friend! Its good that hes going to stay with my daddy but now I'm lonely.
I don't like being lonely.
I don't like it.
-
I'm
afraid
diary I'm afraid now I'm questioning things
I don't
Want to remember
I won't remember
I wont
I wont
I wont
[scribbles over the page]
-
I'm remembering
No
I don't
No
No
GO AWAY
Dear diery,
School is really fun so far! A girl named Jessica just moved in, she seems really mad at everything but I think shes okay! I am going to try to talk to her more, I sit next to her so it will be easy.
the man came to visit today, too! I tried to make Jessica meet him, but she got scared and ran. This makes me sad, because the tall man is nice, even though my mom says hes an imaginary friend.
I don't think hes imaginary, but hes a friend for sure!!!!!!
-
October 14, 2006
Dear diery,
I told my mom and dad that the tall man is nice and not imaginary. Mom got scared and called the police and yelled at my dad. I dont know why shes scared, the tall man is nice! he never hurt me, all we do is talk, even though I dont remember about what most of the time. He is still nice though!
-
October 18, 2006
Dear diary,
I was spelling 'diary' wrong this whole time, whoops! That's what my mom says, anyway. She says its good that I'm keeping a diary. She says it can get my thoughts out. I think thats good.
Anyway, the tall man is with me tonight! he decided to stay over, he said. Hes right by my bed now, reading over my shoulder. I feel safe and tired and happy.
I think I'm going to bed soon. Goodnight, diary!
[scribbles all over the page]
-
November 29, 2006
Dear diary,
I'm sorry for the gap in writing! I've been busy lately, but I forgot what with. But its okay. I know it is okay.
its just the way it is!
I went out with the tall man last week. when I came back, my mom was really scared and screaming and it made me scared, but it's okay now. My dad is really cool, though, he wasnt screaming, just really really nervous. He left for a few days and still isnt back, my mom says he will though.
The tall man made me miss school, though, which Im sad about. Jessica was worried to.
I dont know why everyone is worried, the tall man protects me very well!
-
December 2, 2006
he's gone
both of them
theyre both gone
I'm sad, diary. Tonight my mom said dad isnt coming back. They're divorcing.
The tall man says he's going with my dad to make sure he stays safe.
This makes me really sad. The tall man is my friend! Its good that hes going to stay with my daddy but now I'm lonely.
I don't like being lonely.
I don't like it.
-
I'm
afraid
diary I'm afraid now I'm questioning things
I don't
Want to remember
I won't remember
I wont
I wont
I wont
[scribbles over the page]
-
I'm remembering
No
I don't
No
No
GO AWAY
Monday, November 7, 2011
No reply.
My dad 'n I have been emailing back and forth. Menial things; How school is, my friends...When I asked him a question about him and his job, his mental condition, why he left, no reply. It's been two days now.
We've had one or two emails a day. This silence is weird. Maybe he just gave up on me? Maybe he got bored.
I dunno.
Speaking of no messages, whoever was trying to pull a fast one on me with all those creepy notes finally stopped, thank god. I was ready to call the police.
What else, what else...
Oh! In an effort to turn this blog back into what it was originally supposed to be, I took on another job with Marie's parents. They're going out of town again for three weeks, and I'll stop by after school when her cousin can't be there to watch her and stuff.
Same pay, woooo! ChaCHING!
That aside, after I stopped coming by, she got out of the hospital a few days later, so I missed her recovery. :( Now I'll be able to see her happy and stuff again <3
Oh, oh! One more thing, I found my old diary when I was cleaning my room!~ I was seven when I wrote in this thing, so right before my dad left, basically. I'm looking forward to reading this thing and analyzing my 7-year-old self's brain. x)
(also yes I had a Winnie the Pooh diary shut up don't judge me)
So if I find anything amusing in there, I'll put 'em up. <3
~Lexi
We've had one or two emails a day. This silence is weird. Maybe he just gave up on me? Maybe he got bored.
I dunno.
Speaking of no messages, whoever was trying to pull a fast one on me with all those creepy notes finally stopped, thank god. I was ready to call the police.
What else, what else...
Oh! In an effort to turn this blog back into what it was originally supposed to be, I took on another job with Marie's parents. They're going out of town again for three weeks, and I'll stop by after school when her cousin can't be there to watch her and stuff.
Same pay, woooo! ChaCHING!
That aside, after I stopped coming by, she got out of the hospital a few days later, so I missed her recovery. :( Now I'll be able to see her happy and stuff again <3
Oh, oh! One more thing, I found my old diary when I was cleaning my room!~ I was seven when I wrote in this thing, so right before my dad left, basically. I'm looking forward to reading this thing and analyzing my 7-year-old self's brain. x)
(also yes I had a Winnie the Pooh diary shut up don't judge me)
So if I find anything amusing in there, I'll put 'em up. <3
~Lexi
Saturday, October 29, 2011
I've been emailing back and forth with my dad.
Basic things. How's school, friends...I still haven't asked why he hasn't kept in touch.
Then I got this about ten minutes ago. I tried to reply, but yahoo error'd and wouldn't let me. The 'sent from' thing was blank, too, unfortunately.
When my dad emails back, I think I will ask him.
This is getting ridiculous. I should call the cops or something.
But other than that, things have been quiet recently. The hospital called last night to ask who Jesse was. They couldn't find any records on her matching her description, for some reason.
I hope all this clears up and goes back to normal.
Peace,
~Lexi
Then I got this about ten minutes ago. I tried to reply, but yahoo error'd and wouldn't let me. The 'sent from' thing was blank, too, unfortunately.
When my dad emails back, I think I will ask him.
This is getting ridiculous. I should call the cops or something.
But other than that, things have been quiet recently. The hospital called last night to ask who Jesse was. They couldn't find any records on her matching her description, for some reason.
I hope all this clears up and goes back to normal.
Peace,
~Lexi
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Delayed
I apologize for the lack of updates. While nothing really new has occured, though I did get an email back last night.
"Yes, I would be one Charles Steele.
Alexa S.? Could that S possibly stand for Steele?
...Could this possibly be my daughter?"
Just sent a reply. "Yes! So you do remember! It's me, Lexi. Your daughter. I wanted to get in touch, so I made the effort and here we are. It's great to be taking to you, though; A little weird, but still great."
Let's see what reply I get.
Other than that, nothing new has occurred, except for (somehow) even less sleep and the little sleep I get is restless. :/
Whatever. More sleep meds, yaaaaay...
But I'm going to try to go to sleep now. Try being the key word.
~Lexi
"Yes, I would be one Charles Steele.
Alexa S.? Could that S possibly stand for Steele?
...Could this possibly be my daughter?"
Just sent a reply. "Yes! So you do remember! It's me, Lexi. Your daughter. I wanted to get in touch, so I made the effort and here we are. It's great to be taking to you, though; A little weird, but still great."
Let's see what reply I get.
Other than that, nothing new has occurred, except for (somehow) even less sleep and the little sleep I get is restless. :/
Whatever. More sleep meds, yaaaaay...
But I'm going to try to go to sleep now. Try being the key word.
~Lexi
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Jesse, Interrogation, and Condolences
On an unrelated note before I start, my condolences to one such "Nathan Umbra" and his friends. He offered me help, even if I shunned it at the time, and even if I'm quite sure that I'm fine on my own, but it's the thought that counts. I didn't know him at all, and never properly thanked him for the offer.
So I suppose I am now, even if it's a little bit too late.
All right.
Time to recap the last week or so.
So basically, Jesse showed up last Saturday, the fifteenth. Late, as usual, but what do you want from her. She's Jesse.
Anyway, she shows up out of the blue, literally. Like, I open my closet door to retrieve a shirt and BAM.
Falls out of my closet.
Despite the fact that I'd just been in it a few minutes earlier to put away some stuff. Ffft, more questions...
Anyway, I obviously flip my shit and she's going "No, really, I'm okay, seriously, I'm fine," etc etc, while she's very obviously not okay at ALL. She looked even worse than when she appeared over my bed with a knife; Her black hair was a ton shorter, like boy-short now instead of that emocut thing she had before and now it was literally one huge tangle, and she was absolutely covered in bruises and scratches and had one long cut down her forearm and her clothes were all muddy and...I think it was blood. I think. I really don't want to think about that.
Oh, and she was coughing like an elephant was caught in her throat.
I ran and got cold medicine, clothes, bandages, a brush...Then I sat her down and cleaned her up. When the medicine kicked in- it helped quite a bit- she started to..."explain". I'll edit out the coughing bits to make it less chopped up.
"Lexi, you gotta come with me when I leave. It's not safe at all. We need to stick together."
I asked why and what was going on.
"It's...HIM. He's after you for some reason, and I don't know why. I think it has something to do with your dad."
My dad this, my dad that...I'd been hearing enough about my dad in the past few days. I decided to drop it and asked who 'Him' was.
She just gave me a 'duh, you retard' look. "Him. You know, Him. Come on, Lex, you have the best memory of probably anyone on the whole fucking planet, and yet I'm remembering before you. HE WAS THERE THE WHOLE TIME. Right besides you. And you never noticed!" She cut off here to laugh and have a long-ish coughing fit. "But really. Think back. Remember! You'll see, we can't stay here! They'll all DIE. We have to leave, we have to go, we should leave a soon as possible, maybe even tonight-"
I interrupted to ask again who 'He' was and to give me a description. She rolled her eyes and replied, "God, and here I thought you were intelligent. Him. Tall, bald, and faceless. Ya dig?"
This would be about the point that I looked horrorstruck, said I had to go to the bathroom to hide and think about it for a while and for her to stay where she was so I could talk to her, and fled the room.
Then I went downstairs and called the hospital and explained that I had someone with a mental illness on my hands, and that when the ambulance came, they should turn off the sirens, and where my room was and etc etc. I then went into the bathroom, washed my face, flushed the toilet, and went back into my room.
Jesse, at this point, was sitting with her knees pulled to her chest and watching me with these huge eyes.
(Bloodshot, I may add, if that's important at all)
But basically, I asked random questions and let her ramble for five minutes until the paramedics showed up, strapped her to a board, and left. She was screaming bloody murder the whole time, and I feel AWFUL about it, but...
She needs help. She does. She knocked her head on something, lost her marbles. She's totally lost it.
I may sound like I'm overreacting, but you didn't see her.
Also, my mom still didn't recognize her. She asked who the random girl being carted off was, so I told her that I had no idea and she just appeared and was very obviously insane.
She accepted that answer.
I hate to lie to her, but I have no idea what's going on, and this has very obviously gone beyond a practical joke.
On the subject of my mother, I finally summoned up the courage after dinner on Monday to ask her about dad.
Now, my dad...My dad is a scientist or something, I don't even really know, but he works with the military, I've heard. Anyway, when I was eight, my parents divorced. I still don't know the reason; I'd never seen them fight or even raise their voices at each other, but it was mutual, for some reason. My dad moved away to Minnesota, I believe.
All right. Enough of my babbling, here's the "interrogation" of my mom. I would type it all out paragraph-style, but this post is long enough as it is, so let's keep it short and have it a script-type format, shall we?
Alexa (me) : Mom, do you know where dad is?
Mom: ...No, sweetie, why do you ask?
Alexa: Well, he's my dad, and I would like to get in touch with him, get to know him.
Mom: sighs Alexa, I...Don't think that's the best idea.
A: Why not?
M: looks uncomfortable for a minute, then sighs again You're old enough now to know the truth, I suppose...I knew you'd come asking eventually. Honey, you dad wasn't exactly the most healthy of men. Have you ever heard of schizophrenia?
A: Yes. Are you saying he was schizophrenic?
M: Unfortunately, yes. He stopped taking his pills because they fogged his head, he told me. I couldn't risk you getting hurt, and he agreed. I tried to convince him to go back on his medication, but...He wouldn't. He said that he was going to go travel. So he did. We broke up, he left.
A: ...That was it?
M: Yes.
A: That's the WHOLE REASON you broke up?!?!? (can you tell I was yelling because over use of exclamation points/question marks?)
Basically we had a bit of a yelling match here, because really, it can't just be me that thinks that that is not a very good reason to break up? From what I can tell, that was the only reason. Is that a bit of an overreaction? Couldn't she have spoken to the doctor and MADE dad take his meds?
I don't know. I'm a bit sensitive about this, it's the reason I grew up without a dad.
I did get something out of it, though; When my mom stormed up in a huff, I happened to see her address book. So I...snooped a bit?
I found an email address; Dad's first initial (C, for Charles) and Steele, out last name. It could just be a random dude who happens to share our last name with the first initial of C, but it's worth a shot, right?
So I sent this;
"Dear C. Steele,
Would you be a Mr. Charles Steele? I am currently looking for said man, and I happened across your email and figured I'd give it a shot.
If you're not, I apologize in advance for the mistake. Thank you.
Sincerely,
Alexa S."
I sent that last night.
Let's see if I get a response.
This is getting fishier and fishier. Or, to quote a book I enjoy, "Curiouser and curiouser".
Once again, as a closing note, my condolences to Nathan and his friends. I'm sure he will be missed.
EDIT: Or maybe not so missed, according to the most recent post on the blog. Whoops.
~Lexi
So I suppose I am now, even if it's a little bit too late.
All right.
Time to recap the last week or so.
So basically, Jesse showed up last Saturday, the fifteenth. Late, as usual, but what do you want from her. She's Jesse.
Anyway, she shows up out of the blue, literally. Like, I open my closet door to retrieve a shirt and BAM.
Falls out of my closet.
Despite the fact that I'd just been in it a few minutes earlier to put away some stuff. Ffft, more questions...
Anyway, I obviously flip my shit and she's going "No, really, I'm okay, seriously, I'm fine," etc etc, while she's very obviously not okay at ALL. She looked even worse than when she appeared over my bed with a knife; Her black hair was a ton shorter, like boy-short now instead of that emocut thing she had before and now it was literally one huge tangle, and she was absolutely covered in bruises and scratches and had one long cut down her forearm and her clothes were all muddy and...I think it was blood. I think. I really don't want to think about that.
Oh, and she was coughing like an elephant was caught in her throat.
I ran and got cold medicine, clothes, bandages, a brush...Then I sat her down and cleaned her up. When the medicine kicked in- it helped quite a bit- she started to..."explain". I'll edit out the coughing bits to make it less chopped up.
"Lexi, you gotta come with me when I leave. It's not safe at all. We need to stick together."
I asked why and what was going on.
"It's...HIM. He's after you for some reason, and I don't know why. I think it has something to do with your dad."
My dad this, my dad that...I'd been hearing enough about my dad in the past few days. I decided to drop it and asked who 'Him' was.
She just gave me a 'duh, you retard' look. "Him. You know, Him. Come on, Lex, you have the best memory of probably anyone on the whole fucking planet, and yet I'm remembering before you. HE WAS THERE THE WHOLE TIME. Right besides you. And you never noticed!" She cut off here to laugh and have a long-ish coughing fit. "But really. Think back. Remember! You'll see, we can't stay here! They'll all DIE. We have to leave, we have to go, we should leave a soon as possible, maybe even tonight-"
I interrupted to ask again who 'He' was and to give me a description. She rolled her eyes and replied, "God, and here I thought you were intelligent. Him. Tall, bald, and faceless. Ya dig?"
This would be about the point that I looked horrorstruck, said I had to go to the bathroom to hide and think about it for a while and for her to stay where she was so I could talk to her, and fled the room.
Then I went downstairs and called the hospital and explained that I had someone with a mental illness on my hands, and that when the ambulance came, they should turn off the sirens, and where my room was and etc etc. I then went into the bathroom, washed my face, flushed the toilet, and went back into my room.
Jesse, at this point, was sitting with her knees pulled to her chest and watching me with these huge eyes.
(Bloodshot, I may add, if that's important at all)
But basically, I asked random questions and let her ramble for five minutes until the paramedics showed up, strapped her to a board, and left. She was screaming bloody murder the whole time, and I feel AWFUL about it, but...
She needs help. She does. She knocked her head on something, lost her marbles. She's totally lost it.
I may sound like I'm overreacting, but you didn't see her.
Also, my mom still didn't recognize her. She asked who the random girl being carted off was, so I told her that I had no idea and she just appeared and was very obviously insane.
She accepted that answer.
I hate to lie to her, but I have no idea what's going on, and this has very obviously gone beyond a practical joke.
On the subject of my mother, I finally summoned up the courage after dinner on Monday to ask her about dad.
Now, my dad...My dad is a scientist or something, I don't even really know, but he works with the military, I've heard. Anyway, when I was eight, my parents divorced. I still don't know the reason; I'd never seen them fight or even raise their voices at each other, but it was mutual, for some reason. My dad moved away to Minnesota, I believe.
All right. Enough of my babbling, here's the "interrogation" of my mom. I would type it all out paragraph-style, but this post is long enough as it is, so let's keep it short and have it a script-type format, shall we?
Alexa (me) : Mom, do you know where dad is?
Mom: ...No, sweetie, why do you ask?
Alexa: Well, he's my dad, and I would like to get in touch with him, get to know him.
Mom: sighs Alexa, I...Don't think that's the best idea.
A: Why not?
M: looks uncomfortable for a minute, then sighs again You're old enough now to know the truth, I suppose...I knew you'd come asking eventually. Honey, you dad wasn't exactly the most healthy of men. Have you ever heard of schizophrenia?
A: Yes. Are you saying he was schizophrenic?
M: Unfortunately, yes. He stopped taking his pills because they fogged his head, he told me. I couldn't risk you getting hurt, and he agreed. I tried to convince him to go back on his medication, but...He wouldn't. He said that he was going to go travel. So he did. We broke up, he left.
A: ...That was it?
M: Yes.
A: That's the WHOLE REASON you broke up?!?!? (can you tell I was yelling because over use of exclamation points/question marks?)
Basically we had a bit of a yelling match here, because really, it can't just be me that thinks that that is not a very good reason to break up? From what I can tell, that was the only reason. Is that a bit of an overreaction? Couldn't she have spoken to the doctor and MADE dad take his meds?
I don't know. I'm a bit sensitive about this, it's the reason I grew up without a dad.
I did get something out of it, though; When my mom stormed up in a huff, I happened to see her address book. So I...snooped a bit?
I found an email address; Dad's first initial (C, for Charles) and Steele, out last name. It could just be a random dude who happens to share our last name with the first initial of C, but it's worth a shot, right?
So I sent this;
"Dear C. Steele,
Would you be a Mr. Charles Steele? I am currently looking for said man, and I happened across your email and figured I'd give it a shot.
If you're not, I apologize in advance for the mistake. Thank you.
Sincerely,
Alexa S."
I sent that last night.
Let's see if I get a response.
This is getting fishier and fishier. Or, to quote a book I enjoy, "Curiouser and curiouser".
Once again, as a closing note, my condolences to Nathan and his friends. I'm sure he will be missed.
EDIT: Or maybe not so missed, according to the most recent post on the blog. Whoops.
~Lexi
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Sorry about the delay. Also, Jesse's..."back".
Sorry about the delay, as said in the title.
Shit's been real.
Things I've accomplished;
Jesse DID come to visit me and "explain" things. She's in the hospital right now.
In a straightjacket. Which, honestly, makes sense, considering the crap she was rambling about.
Second; I spoke to my mom.
Don't really know what to think of that, either.
I recorded it all and I'm in the process of typing it up.
I'll post that later tonight or tomorrow. Same with what happened with Jesse.
Sorry again about vanishing. As said, things've been busy. I have an actual lead now, so...I've been looking for my dad.
~Lexi
Shit's been real.
Things I've accomplished;
Jesse DID come to visit me and "explain" things. She's in the hospital right now.
In a straightjacket. Which, honestly, makes sense, considering the crap she was rambling about.
Second; I spoke to my mom.
Don't really know what to think of that, either.
I recorded it all and I'm in the process of typing it up.
I'll post that later tonight or tomorrow. Same with what happened with Jesse.
Sorry again about vanishing. As said, things've been busy. I have an actual lead now, so...I've been looking for my dad.
~Lexi
Thursday, October 13, 2011
lexi listen
thank god u posted now i kno u r probly reading this
i did it
I DID IT
I CANT BELIVE I PULLED IT OFF
i
think
i think i fooled Him
i think i did it i think i managed it
i followed along
i did what He told me 2
i left the messages
i
i think i
i think i killed smone i dont remember but thats not important
nono not important at all
the importnt bit is
i escaped
i ran
b4 i'm...
'complete'
whatever thats supposed to mean idk
but im sorry
i didnt mean 2 freak u out
ill visit u tmrw if i can
and explain
also have some cough medicine 4 me im still hacking up a lung in the...in the where i am, may not b 2 wise 2 put my location up
but yeah plz medicine
im sorry
really
we cool?
-jess
i did it
I DID IT
I CANT BELIVE I PULLED IT OFF
i
think
i think i fooled Him
i think i did it i think i managed it
i followed along
i did what He told me 2
i left the messages
i
i think i
i think i killed smone i dont remember but thats not important
nono not important at all
the importnt bit is
i escaped
i ran
b4 i'm...
'complete'
whatever thats supposed to mean idk
but im sorry
i didnt mean 2 freak u out
ill visit u tmrw if i can
and explain
also have some cough medicine 4 me im still hacking up a lung in the...in the where i am, may not b 2 wise 2 put my location up
but yeah plz medicine
im sorry
really
we cool?
-jess
And now on my graphing calculator. Seriously.
So I took my graphing calculator out of my bag to do my homework (to anyone who didn't use one in high school; fancy calculator for making graphs and other stuff and you can program it etc)
But anyway, I take it out of my bag and...this.
"stop dawdling stop wasting time we grow impatient
do not make us wait, Lexi Steele
find your dad"
God DAMN IT sabotaging my school supplies now?! AND spelling my name wrong?!
This is going too far.
I'm going to confront the monster, my dearest mother who practically blows up when I mention him.
I will ask my mom about where dad may be tomorrow.
Wish me luck.
~Lexi
But anyway, I take it out of my bag and...this.
"stop dawdling stop wasting time we grow impatient
do not make us wait, Lexi Steele
find your dad"
God DAMN IT sabotaging my school supplies now?! AND spelling my name wrong?!
This is going too far.
I'm going to confront the monster, my dearest mother who practically blows up when I mention him.
I will ask my mom about where dad may be tomorrow.
Wish me luck.
~Lexi
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Been safe.
I've been looking into where my dad probably went. I'm thiiiiiiis close to asking my mom, but idk it's a sore nerve with her so...I'll postpone that as long as possible and keep checking with my dad's old contacts via email.
Thursday, October 6, 2011
What.
"Andrew -lastname-, you will be sorely missed."
Saw that in the obituaries today. Spilled my drink all over the counter.
After mopping it up, I dug a little in the old papers and found that he drowned in his pool a few days ago.
I can't even-
Saw that in the obituaries today. Spilled my drink all over the counter.
After mopping it up, I dug a little in the old papers and found that he drowned in his pool a few days ago.
I can't even-
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Jesse's house
After I found the drawing...STORY FORMAT-ISH okay not really. Not enough energy.
So I found the drawing, totally flipped my shit and ran out to my mom and started ranting.
Blank stare.
"Honey, I didn't let those kids in your room. I know how finicky you are about that kind of thing, so I made sure that they understood that the bedrooms are strictly out of bounds. Besides, they spent practically the whole time playing in the yard."
You can imagine how I felt about that.
So deciding to burn some stress, I went for a bike ride and I guess my subconscious brought me to Jesse's house?
The police left a day or two ago, they were like "robbery, okay, calling owner lady" who is Jesse's aunt and in Michigan for something, Jesse never told me.
The back door was still open, so I pulled a Scooby Doo minus the gang and decided to poke around a bit. Everything was just kind of a mess in general, but the real thing was at Jesse's room.
Black paint everywhere. If I didn't know any better, I'd say that it's becoming a theme. :|
Long slash marks on the wall, too. Did some quick calculations about the knife blade that Jesse had to the slashes on the wall and concluded that there was a good chance they were the same knife, as Jesse's knife was uncommonly thick and the slashes were pretty wide, so...
Anyway, I poked around a bit more and didn't really find much more. What I did find was the bottle of paint, or at least, an empty one. Took it for ~evidence~ because I was playing detective already so why not. Also, I checked the bathroom, the sink and tub were practically COATED in the paint. Seriously, where is she getting all the paint I don't even-
Then I went home. No weird occurrences, yay!
But speaking of ~evidence~, I looked at the fingerprints in paint on the drawings just to double check, and nope, no discernible fingerprint patterns. Darn.
But uh...
Yeah.
Kind of it.
but now I'm under the impression that Jesse's lost her marbles and is doing this to mess with me
this irritates/bothers me, the / being 'and/or'.
Anyway. Shower now, then relaxing.
Gotta figure out these drawings.
~Lexi
So I found the drawing, totally flipped my shit and ran out to my mom and started ranting.
Blank stare.
"Honey, I didn't let those kids in your room. I know how finicky you are about that kind of thing, so I made sure that they understood that the bedrooms are strictly out of bounds. Besides, they spent practically the whole time playing in the yard."
You can imagine how I felt about that.
So deciding to burn some stress, I went for a bike ride and I guess my subconscious brought me to Jesse's house?
The police left a day or two ago, they were like "robbery, okay, calling owner lady" who is Jesse's aunt and in Michigan for something, Jesse never told me.
The back door was still open, so I pulled a Scooby Doo minus the gang and decided to poke around a bit. Everything was just kind of a mess in general, but the real thing was at Jesse's room.
Black paint everywhere. If I didn't know any better, I'd say that it's becoming a theme. :|
Long slash marks on the wall, too. Did some quick calculations about the knife blade that Jesse had to the slashes on the wall and concluded that there was a good chance they were the same knife, as Jesse's knife was uncommonly thick and the slashes were pretty wide, so...
Anyway, I poked around a bit more and didn't really find much more. What I did find was the bottle of paint, or at least, an empty one. Took it for ~evidence~ because I was playing detective already so why not. Also, I checked the bathroom, the sink and tub were practically COATED in the paint. Seriously, where is she getting all the paint I don't even-
Then I went home. No weird occurrences, yay!
But speaking of ~evidence~, I looked at the fingerprints in paint on the drawings just to double check, and nope, no discernible fingerprint patterns. Darn.
But uh...
Yeah.
Kind of it.
but now I'm under the impression that Jesse's lost her marbles and is doing this to mess with me
this irritates/bothers me, the / being 'and/or'.
Anyway. Shower now, then relaxing.
Gotta figure out these drawings.
~Lexi
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Yay reflexes?
Well, I 'found' Jesse, in the not-so-good sense.
I wake up this morning, yawn, turn off my alarm clock, turn on my light, etc etc...I turn to face the window?
About two feet away from my bed. Jesse.
With a knife. A huge knife.
Like that scene from Crocodile Dundee, where he's getting mugged in the NYC alleyway...
"You call that a knife? THIS is a knife! -pull out three foot long hunting knife-"
One of those things, albeit shorter, but still. HUGE KNIFE.
She looked a mess, too. Covered in black paint and she looked like she'd been camping in the woods for a while, twigs and leaves in her hair and whatnot.
So I ask her- shakily, after recovering from a nearly-heart-attack- if she's okay, what she's doing here, how she got in-
And she lunges with the freakin' knife!
Thank god my reflexes from gymnastic competitions are still A-Okay, 'cause I swear to god, she would have stabbed me like a hamburger. I rolled out of bed, grabbed my handy dandy bedside dictionary- shut up I love words and it probably saved my life so shoosh- and threw it at her.
And then, BAM. Gone. My dictionary nearly flew through my window. Just vanished. No puff of smoke or anything.
If I know one thing about the whole scenario, not sleeping with my window open any more.
At first, I was like "aw crap hallucination wasn't it" because it's not every day that your 'friend' tries to attack you with a knife then disappears, and when I was younger, I used to hallucinate a little if I didn't get enough sleep for a few days in a row.
But then I found blank paint on my windowsill.
I don't really know what to think any more.
...
Oh come on what the fuck.
So I run out to go to the bathroom- literally just now, in the middle of the post- and I come back and this is on my keyboard.
"we thought you smartEr than this
i'd suggest earching for ur old man
/smily face heart question mark/"
This time I'm absolutely positive that's a heart, jfc.
Again, hard time deciphering a few words- the ur looks like 'um', but how would 'um' fit in? Has to be ur, like textspeak- but it's all there. More handprints on the back.
Andrew's name is crossed out.
I'm gonna brb. I'll write an entry a little later, I need to calm down first and possibly get my mom to drive me to her friend's house so I can chew those freakin' kids out.
~Lexi
I wake up this morning, yawn, turn off my alarm clock, turn on my light, etc etc...I turn to face the window?
About two feet away from my bed. Jesse.
With a knife. A huge knife.
Like that scene from Crocodile Dundee, where he's getting mugged in the NYC alleyway...
"You call that a knife? THIS is a knife! -pull out three foot long hunting knife-"
One of those things, albeit shorter, but still. HUGE KNIFE.
She looked a mess, too. Covered in black paint and she looked like she'd been camping in the woods for a while, twigs and leaves in her hair and whatnot.
So I ask her- shakily, after recovering from a nearly-heart-attack- if she's okay, what she's doing here, how she got in-
And she lunges with the freakin' knife!
Thank god my reflexes from gymnastic competitions are still A-Okay, 'cause I swear to god, she would have stabbed me like a hamburger. I rolled out of bed, grabbed my handy dandy bedside dictionary- shut up I love words and it probably saved my life so shoosh- and threw it at her.
And then, BAM. Gone. My dictionary nearly flew through my window. Just vanished. No puff of smoke or anything.
If I know one thing about the whole scenario, not sleeping with my window open any more.
At first, I was like "aw crap hallucination wasn't it" because it's not every day that your 'friend' tries to attack you with a knife then disappears, and when I was younger, I used to hallucinate a little if I didn't get enough sleep for a few days in a row.
But then I found blank paint on my windowsill.
I don't really know what to think any more.
...
Oh come on what the fuck.
So I run out to go to the bathroom- literally just now, in the middle of the post- and I come back and this is on my keyboard.
"we thought you smartEr than this
i'd suggest earching for ur old man
/smily face heart question mark/"
This time I'm absolutely positive that's a heart, jfc.
Again, hard time deciphering a few words- the ur looks like 'um', but how would 'um' fit in? Has to be ur, like textspeak- but it's all there. More handprints on the back.
Andrew's name is crossed out.
I'm gonna brb. I'll write an entry a little later, I need to calm down first and possibly get my mom to drive me to her friend's house so I can chew those freakin' kids out.
~Lexi
Monday, October 3, 2011
So I just figured out that maybe that year and a half volunteering for National Jr Honors Society...
...it may have not been a total waste of time
Those paramedics were really cool. I wouldn't mind being one when I'm older.
I...
I just gave advice to a Slenderblog that I follow.
A Slenderblog.
One that isn't real because none of them are because he doesn't exist
I know he doesn't
He
Can't
It's not possible
I'm done with this. I'm tired and my throat hurts- I think I caught strep from all this worrying- and I'm scared for Jesse and everyone's acting like she doesn't exist and
I hope I can sleep tonight. Yaaaaay, more pill-popping. :|
Those paramedics were really cool. I wouldn't mind being one when I'm older.
I...
I just gave advice to a Slenderblog that I follow.
A Slenderblog.
One that isn't real because none of them are because he doesn't exist
I know he doesn't
He
Can't
It's not possible
I'm done with this. I'm tired and my throat hurts- I think I caught strep from all this worrying- and I'm scared for Jesse and everyone's acting like she doesn't exist and
I hope I can sleep tonight. Yaaaaay, more pill-popping. :|
Okay. What the hell.
So I just checked my email and saw that that Nathan Umbra dude commented on...a post I didn't make?
I checked it out and holy mother of hell.
Was...Was that Jesse?! It can't really be anyone else, she's the only one who has this password...
I really hope not. If so, she's really gone off the deep end and I don't-
Or
She's just pulling the best joke she's ever pulled ever.
I wouldn't put it past her, considering that thing she pulled in fifth grade.
But if it is a joke, then she's really got everyone in on it, and I mean everyone. I have this tight-laced, if you'll excuse my language, bitch of an English teacher this year, and none of the teachers called Jesse on roll call, not even her.
I spoke to Jesse's guidance counselor? Zip. "Who's that?"
So, determined as I was, I biked over to her house, which, thankfully, isn't that far away.
The front door was locked, but the back door- a sliding glass one- was broken and slid alllll the way open.
I went inside and the place was totally trashed. Like they'd been robbed.
At this point I left the house and immediately dialed 911. I hung around, the police showed up, and I asked who lived there.
They checked; "Just some lady."
I asked about kids.
"Nope."
I left.
This has to be the best joke shes ever pulled. Bravo, Jesse...You done yet?
Also no wtf I haven't gotten any letters
'Cause of something called EMAIL.
Thanks for asking.
I checked it out and holy mother of hell.
Was...Was that Jesse?! It can't really be anyone else, she's the only one who has this password...
I really hope not. If so, she's really gone off the deep end and I don't-
Or
She's just pulling the best joke she's ever pulled ever.
I wouldn't put it past her, considering that thing she pulled in fifth grade.
But if it is a joke, then she's really got everyone in on it, and I mean everyone. I have this tight-laced, if you'll excuse my language, bitch of an English teacher this year, and none of the teachers called Jesse on roll call, not even her.
I spoke to Jesse's guidance counselor? Zip. "Who's that?"
So, determined as I was, I biked over to her house, which, thankfully, isn't that far away.
The front door was locked, but the back door- a sliding glass one- was broken and slid alllll the way open.
I went inside and the place was totally trashed. Like they'd been robbed.
At this point I left the house and immediately dialed 911. I hung around, the police showed up, and I asked who lived there.
They checked; "Just some lady."
I asked about kids.
"Nope."
I left.
This has to be the best joke shes ever pulled. Bravo, Jesse...You done yet?
Also no wtf I haven't gotten any letters
'Cause of something called EMAIL.
Thanks for asking.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
LEXI LEXI LEXI STOP THAT HAHA
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
u sound like a whiny little brat
little princess brat
posting in that prissy purple
heh
but thats okay, ive figured it out
i really have
im fine ur fine we'll all be fine like one huge fucking happpy family
except barny isnt purple this time oh no oh no he isnt
wait what
look at me i'm sprouting nonsense
barny
xD
just a side effect he said tho
the insanity bit
just a side effect
i'll be fine
it will wear off he said
when i get used 2 it
i still throw up afterwards
it sucks
but ill get used 2 it he promised i would
he pro
he promised
he always keeps his promises
he is the good and the evil and the right and the wrong
and the judge and the jury and the condemned
he is always there
ALWAYS
dont come lookng for me u wont b able 2 find me i know u wont because
because
because
i forgot
but dont worry, youll be seeing me around, promise
:)
p.s. he says 2 tell u that ur dad
ur dad...
is in plaine sight and ur not looking hard enough
he wants u 2 look 4 him
not for me
for him
for ur dad
also did u get his letter yet
or should i say
my letter
hehe, temporal time stream shit is fun isnt it
u sound like a whiny little brat
little princess brat
posting in that prissy purple
heh
but thats okay, ive figured it out
i really have
im fine ur fine we'll all be fine like one huge fucking happpy family
except barny isnt purple this time oh no oh no he isnt
wait what
look at me i'm sprouting nonsense
barny
xD
just a side effect he said tho
the insanity bit
just a side effect
i'll be fine
it will wear off he said
when i get used 2 it
i still throw up afterwards
it sucks
but ill get used 2 it he promised i would
he pro
he promised
he always keeps his promises
he is the good and the evil and the right and the wrong
and the judge and the jury and the condemned
he is always there
ALWAYS
dont come lookng for me u wont b able 2 find me i know u wont because
because
because
i forgot
but dont worry, youll be seeing me around, promise
:)
p.s. he says 2 tell u that ur dad
ur dad...
is in plaine sight and ur not looking hard enough
he wants u 2 look 4 him
not for me
for him
for ur dad
also did u get his letter yet
or should i say
my letter
hehe, temporal time stream shit is fun isnt it
For Christssake...
Jesse.
Enough.
You're making me flip the fuck out and I don't like it and I'm loosing sleep again and please please just stop it
It was amusing at first
But I'm
I can't
...
Please. You know my psyche is too fragile for this shit.
Enough.
You're making me flip the fuck out and I don't like it and I'm loosing sleep again and please please just stop it
It was amusing at first
But I'm
I can't
...
Please. You know my psyche is too fragile for this shit.
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Scared jussstttttt a little bit
So I woke up this morning around ten, completely alone in our tent.
Before I go on, I should say that we camped out in a local auboretum that supports campers, just to clear things up.
I wake up and all of Jesse's stuff is gone, as well as her sleeping bag. I'm a bit pissed off that she left without me, but whatever, she is Jesse, after all. I called my mom on my cell phone and she came to pick me up.
What should have served as the first warning bell was that she didn't ask where Jesse was.
I come home, see that post she made, and it all clicks- She's trying to scare me! Duhhhh!
So I'm chilling on skype, waiting for her to come on, and whoop, she is online!
So I start to message her.
I'll copy+paste. (Also don't question my 24 hour time, military connections and all that, I'm just used to it)
[15:35:25 PM] Sprinkles: Jesus Christ, Jesse, the lengths you'll go to to scare me! I don't know whether to be amused or annoyed, haha!
[18:21:14 PM] WhySoSrs: i
[18:21:14 PM] WhySoSrs: lexi
[18:21:14 PM] WhySoSrs: is that u
[15:35:39 PM] Sprinkles: Obviously.
[18:21:14 PM] WhySoSrs: lexi thnk god
[18:21:14 PM] WhySoSrs: i
[18:21:14 PM] WhySoSrs: i think im lost
[15:35:43 PM] Sprinkles: ...What?
[18:21:14 PM] WhySoSrs: i went 2 piss last nite
[18:21:14 PM] WhySoSrs: and i got lost, i think
[15:35:49 PM] Sprinkles: You think?! Holy crap, I'll call the police now, this is ridiculous. Why didn't you text me earlier?
[18:21:14 PM] WhySoSrs: i dont
[18:21:14 PM] WhySoSrs: i dont know....i dont knwo whats going on anymor
[15:35:57 PM] Sprinkles: Shit, Jess, why do you do this crap to me?
[15:36:02 PM] Sprinkles: Also, why the hell is your time messed up? You in a different time zone or something?
[18:21:14 PM] WhySoSrs: i dont know where i am or whats going on i think
[18:21:14 PM] WhySoSrs: i feel like im loosing smthing
[18:21:14 PM] WhySoSrs: but i dont kno wat
[18:21:14 PM] WhySoSrs: im afraid, lexi
[18:21:14 PM] WhySoSrs: honest to fucking god, im scared out of my mind and i dont know what the fuck at
[15:36:14 PM] Sprinkles: Oh my god, Jesse, calm down, please! I'll call the cops, and the campsite, and everything, I'll come looking, just find someplace to sit and just stay there!
[15:36:16 PM] Sprinkles: We're gonna find you, I swear.
[15:36:19 PM] Sprinkles: Everything's gonna be fine, promise.
She logged out soon after that. Meanwhile, I ran down to my mom.
More scripting because I can't be bothered to describe it and I think my hands are shaking a little.
Me: Mom, oh my god, Jesse's still at the campsite, I thought she went home on her own but we left her there and now she's lost and we really have to look for her! And call the police and the campsite!
Her: ...who's Jesse?
I flip my shit and run outside, leaving a bewildered and confused mother in the kitchen. I called the police, they said they'd send someone to check it out. I called the campsite and they asked what name we'd signed in under, just to check. I gave them Jesse's name; No dice. Gave them my name, they got it.
Campsite, with tent, for one.
That's what it was registered under. I signed up for a two-tent-er.
They said they'd keep an eye out, however, and I hung up.
I calmed down a bit and went back inside to talk to my mom.
She honest to god had no idea who Jesse was, or she's a remarkably good actress.
She did drive me to the campsite, though, 'cause I was hysterical. I ran around in the woods for a while calling her name, no luck.
I'm messaging her every ten minutes now just in the hope that she responds. No luck yet.
I swear to god, Jesse, if you're reading this, YOU WIN, I'M SCARED OUT OF MY MIND.
Just come back and make this into a huge joke and please please please I'd rather view this whole thing from the point of view of a week later and be able to laugh about it
I can't deal with this and you KNOW that so I don't know why you'd even DO THIS please just stop I get scared too easily YOU WIN YOU SCARED ME. YAY. D':
Before I go on, I should say that we camped out in a local auboretum that supports campers, just to clear things up.
I wake up and all of Jesse's stuff is gone, as well as her sleeping bag. I'm a bit pissed off that she left without me, but whatever, she is Jesse, after all. I called my mom on my cell phone and she came to pick me up.
What should have served as the first warning bell was that she didn't ask where Jesse was.
I come home, see that post she made, and it all clicks- She's trying to scare me! Duhhhh!
So I'm chilling on skype, waiting for her to come on, and whoop, she is online!
So I start to message her.
I'll copy+paste. (Also don't question my 24 hour time, military connections and all that, I'm just used to it)
[15:35:25 PM] Sprinkles: Jesus Christ, Jesse, the lengths you'll go to to scare me! I don't know whether to be amused or annoyed, haha!
[18:21:14 PM] WhySoSrs: i
[18:21:14 PM] WhySoSrs: lexi
[18:21:14 PM] WhySoSrs: is that u
[15:35:39 PM] Sprinkles: Obviously.
[18:21:14 PM] WhySoSrs: lexi thnk god
[18:21:14 PM] WhySoSrs: i
[18:21:14 PM] WhySoSrs: i think im lost
[15:35:43 PM] Sprinkles: ...What?
[18:21:14 PM] WhySoSrs: i went 2 piss last nite
[18:21:14 PM] WhySoSrs: and i got lost, i think
[15:35:49 PM] Sprinkles: You think?! Holy crap, I'll call the police now, this is ridiculous. Why didn't you text me earlier?
[18:21:14 PM] WhySoSrs: i dont
[18:21:14 PM] WhySoSrs: i dont know....i dont knwo whats going on anymor
[15:35:57 PM] Sprinkles: Shit, Jess, why do you do this crap to me?
[15:36:02 PM] Sprinkles: Also, why the hell is your time messed up? You in a different time zone or something?
[18:21:14 PM] WhySoSrs: i dont know where i am or whats going on i think
[18:21:14 PM] WhySoSrs: i feel like im loosing smthing
[18:21:14 PM] WhySoSrs: but i dont kno wat
[18:21:14 PM] WhySoSrs: im afraid, lexi
[18:21:14 PM] WhySoSrs: honest to fucking god, im scared out of my mind and i dont know what the fuck at
[15:36:14 PM] Sprinkles: Oh my god, Jesse, calm down, please! I'll call the cops, and the campsite, and everything, I'll come looking, just find someplace to sit and just stay there!
[15:36:16 PM] Sprinkles: We're gonna find you, I swear.
[15:36:19 PM] Sprinkles: Everything's gonna be fine, promise.
She logged out soon after that. Meanwhile, I ran down to my mom.
More scripting because I can't be bothered to describe it and I think my hands are shaking a little.
Me: Mom, oh my god, Jesse's still at the campsite, I thought she went home on her own but we left her there and now she's lost and we really have to look for her! And call the police and the campsite!
Her: ...who's Jesse?
I flip my shit and run outside, leaving a bewildered and confused mother in the kitchen. I called the police, they said they'd send someone to check it out. I called the campsite and they asked what name we'd signed in under, just to check. I gave them Jesse's name; No dice. Gave them my name, they got it.
Campsite, with tent, for one.
That's what it was registered under. I signed up for a two-tent-er.
They said they'd keep an eye out, however, and I hung up.
I calmed down a bit and went back inside to talk to my mom.
She honest to god had no idea who Jesse was, or she's a remarkably good actress.
She did drive me to the campsite, though, 'cause I was hysterical. I ran around in the woods for a while calling her name, no luck.
I'm messaging her every ten minutes now just in the hope that she responds. No luck yet.
I swear to god, Jesse, if you're reading this, YOU WIN, I'M SCARED OUT OF MY MIND.
Just come back and make this into a huge joke and please please please I'd rather view this whole thing from the point of view of a week later and be able to laugh about it
I can't deal with this and you KNOW that so I don't know why you'd even DO THIS please just stop I get scared too easily YOU WIN YOU SCARED ME. YAY. D':
Friday, September 30, 2011
LOL
so we're out camping and telling SCARY STORIES OOOOOH
but nothing tall and "dear lord let me feed you a sandwich" showed up yet
ah well
i guess lexi was right, nonexistant is better tho, i suppose
she's curled up in her sleeping bag and refuses to talk to me, haha XD
typing this off my iPhone, btw
love lexi so much, got me this for my bday a while ago
pure gold
but yeah
just updating
gonna go take a leak now, and now the interweb knows! joy!
so yeah
the jessmeister, OUT
>:)
but nothing tall and "dear lord let me feed you a sandwich" showed up yet
ah well
i guess lexi was right, nonexistant is better tho, i suppose
she's curled up in her sleeping bag and refuses to talk to me, haha XD
typing this off my iPhone, btw
love lexi so much, got me this for my bday a while ago
pure gold
but yeah
just updating
gonna go take a leak now, and now the interweb knows! joy!
so yeah
the jessmeister, OUT
>:)
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Decided
Going camping this Friday with Jesse. Mom okay'd it, so yeah.
I'm setting myself up for disaster, aren't I?
Yeah, thought so.
Whatever, this'll at least give me a chance to get over my irrational fear of a non-existing creature. Facing fears and all that shiz.
Plus we're practically sisters, having met in that "SINGLE PARENT BOOHOO CRY HERE" afterschool class in...uh...
First grade? I think?
Whatever the case, we met really young and I know she's got my back.
(I hope...>>)
But yeah. I'll see if I can find my camera and I'll take video of us crapping our pants in fear, lol
~~Lexi~~
I'm setting myself up for disaster, aren't I?
Yeah, thought so.
Whatever, this'll at least give me a chance to get over my irrational fear of a non-existing creature. Facing fears and all that shiz.
Plus we're practically sisters, having met in that "SINGLE PARENT BOOHOO CRY HERE" afterschool class in...uh...
First grade? I think?
Whatever the case, we met really young and I know she's got my back.
(I hope...>>)
But yeah. I'll see if I can find my camera and I'll take video of us crapping our pants in fear, lol
~~Lexi~~
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
So I kind of want to read up more and more on this stuff
But I don'tttt at the same timeeeee
whine whine whineeee
But yeah I just want to read up more and I don't and I do? Bluh.
It's like that saying; "Curiousity killed the cat."
I really dun wanna be a living example of that, so, you know what?
Going to bed. No more research on this ever again.
Good. Now that that's settled, I feel a lot lighter on my feet.
bed now~
whine whine whineeee
But yeah I just want to read up more and I don't and I do? Bluh.
It's like that saying; "Curiousity killed the cat."
I really dun wanna be a living example of that, so, you know what?
Going to bed. No more research on this ever again.
Good. Now that that's settled, I feel a lot lighter on my feet.
bed now~
So I went back to babysitting Marie today
Poor girl...she's back from the hospital, but she still has that horrible hacking cough. :(
I've just been reading to her and talking to her, really. She's very quiet as of late, though. She's also started to have bad dreams, poor dear. Her cousin tells me she wakes up screaming, making her throat even worse. D': Poor baby.
Speaking of her cousin, apparently, being sick- hospital sick- isn't weird for her, and that she's rather sickly, which is one of the reasons that her parents are meaning to homeschool her. I find that simply awful, don't you? She's probably gonna be all alone her for most of her life. I kind of cringe at the thought. I quite like being around people.
Plus, her dad will probably be moving out soon because of the whole divorce thing, so it'll just be her and the mom in this huge house...with only Marcelle to visit. eeeek...
Other news, other news... Jesse made a blog! XD http://jesseiswatchingyou.blogspot.com/
This should be...amusing. To say the least.
It says "Lexi Steele" posted it because she doesn't wanna make her own google account to make a blogger, haha...XD If she finds another website that she finds suitable- probably not gonna happen anytime soon, considering her pickiness with websites, lol- we'll let you guys know.
For now, she's using my account.
Apparently I'm "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY too nice" lol
also UGH STOP BEING SO CRYPTIC AND IRRITATING.
and telling stories
and acting insane
the act got old in sixth grade, Jess. The only reason you have any friends *coughtotallynotjustmecough* is because I saw through your facade.
Bluh, whatever. It's the internet, she can act however the hell she feels like. I may act like a caretaker to her at school, but internet =/= school.
Uh...I've watched MLP:FIM? It's amusing and adorable, haha!
On that note, Lexi out! <3
~~Lexi Steele~~
PS...Still looking for pictures alksdfjlaskdjfasjf >T
I've just been reading to her and talking to her, really. She's very quiet as of late, though. She's also started to have bad dreams, poor dear. Her cousin tells me she wakes up screaming, making her throat even worse. D': Poor baby.
Speaking of her cousin, apparently, being sick- hospital sick- isn't weird for her, and that she's rather sickly, which is one of the reasons that her parents are meaning to homeschool her. I find that simply awful, don't you? She's probably gonna be all alone her for most of her life. I kind of cringe at the thought. I quite like being around people.
Plus, her dad will probably be moving out soon because of the whole divorce thing, so it'll just be her and the mom in this huge house...with only Marcelle to visit. eeeek...
Other news, other news... Jesse made a blog! XD http://jesseiswatchingyou.blogspot.com/
This should be...amusing. To say the least.
It says "Lexi Steele" posted it because she doesn't wanna make her own google account to make a blogger, haha...XD If she finds another website that she finds suitable- probably not gonna happen anytime soon, considering her pickiness with websites, lol- we'll let you guys know.
For now, she's using my account.
Apparently I'm "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY too nice" lol
also UGH STOP BEING SO CRYPTIC AND IRRITATING.
and telling stories
and acting insane
the act got old in sixth grade, Jess. The only reason you have any friends *coughtotallynotjustmecough* is because I saw through your facade.
Bluh, whatever. It's the internet, she can act however the hell she feels like. I may act like a caretaker to her at school, but internet =/= school.
Uh...I've watched MLP:FIM? It's amusing and adorable, haha!
On that note, Lexi out! <3
~~Lexi Steele~~
PS...Still looking for pictures alksdfjlaskdjfasjf >T
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Jesse. SHUT UP.
All she ever talks about any more is that STUPID slenderdude stuff!
It's driving me nuts!
I don't even care that she's probably reading this! In fact, I'm glad that she's probably reading this!
JESSE.
I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT.
She's taking the whole thing waaaaaaaaaay to seriously. Next thing I know, she'll be telling me that she's seen him. Puhhhlease.
It's driving me nuts!
I don't even care that she's probably reading this! In fact, I'm glad that she's probably reading this!
JESSE.
I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT.
She's taking the whole thing waaaaaaaaaay to seriously. Next thing I know, she'll be telling me that she's seen him. Puhhhlease.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Holy crap
First off, didn't update yesterday because Marie was still sick. I mean, really sick. 105 degree fever go to hospital sick. In fact, I didn't go today, either; still in the hospital. I'm worried.
But that's not the holy crap.
This is.
So this morning, I woke up, did whatever I needed too, and was drinking my orange juice when I absently happened to glance at the paper.
Blaring headline: "Steven (lastnameremoved); The Missing Batter".
Cue spit take.
I quickly flipped to the article and read the whole thing.
Basic gist of it is that Steven vanished about a week ago, and the police have been looking.
Yesterday, they found something in an old warehouse.
A baseball bat. His baseball bat; it had his name on it. Covered in blood and black paint.
I mean, holy crap. Poor kid. Stuff like this doesn't just happen out of the blue, you know?
His parents are, understandably, hysterical. I was too, for a minute or two. Crying oceans.
But D:
I remember this kid. He was slightly irritating, in that "I'm so clever and funny" narcissistic way, but he had this huge goofy bright grin, and the prettiest brown eyes...And over all, he was just...an average kid, an average boy, from what I could tell from babysitting him- more just keeping an eye on him, he was older- for almost a year.
He'd have just turned nine a few weeks ago.
But why would something like this happen? I suppose it's just random, but why him? Why a little kid with a huge, bright future? What would possess some random psycho to do this to a kid?!
It really makes me think, y'know? Life, death, philosophy...
I get the feeling I'll be up all night thinking.
Anyway, Lexi out.
Steven, I hope wherever you are, you're happier. You may not be dead, but all the evidence seems to point to that.
You were loved and will be missed. <3
But that's not the holy crap.
This is.
So this morning, I woke up, did whatever I needed too, and was drinking my orange juice when I absently happened to glance at the paper.
Blaring headline: "Steven (lastnameremoved); The Missing Batter".
Cue spit take.
I quickly flipped to the article and read the whole thing.
Basic gist of it is that Steven vanished about a week ago, and the police have been looking.
Yesterday, they found something in an old warehouse.
A baseball bat. His baseball bat; it had his name on it. Covered in blood and black paint.
I mean, holy crap. Poor kid. Stuff like this doesn't just happen out of the blue, you know?
His parents are, understandably, hysterical. I was too, for a minute or two. Crying oceans.
But D:
I remember this kid. He was slightly irritating, in that "I'm so clever and funny" narcissistic way, but he had this huge goofy bright grin, and the prettiest brown eyes...And over all, he was just...an average kid, an average boy, from what I could tell from babysitting him- more just keeping an eye on him, he was older- for almost a year.
He'd have just turned nine a few weeks ago.
But why would something like this happen? I suppose it's just random, but why him? Why a little kid with a huge, bright future? What would possess some random psycho to do this to a kid?!
It really makes me think, y'know? Life, death, philosophy...
I get the feeling I'll be up all night thinking.
Anyway, Lexi out.
Steven, I hope wherever you are, you're happier. You may not be dead, but all the evidence seems to point to that.
You were loved and will be missed. <3
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
I just realized this is kind of becoming a personal blog
I hope that's all right with you guys. I'd forgotten how theraputic keeping anything remotely diary-like was. I used to keep a diary, when I was little, and it was great. I put a ton of stuff in there. I believe it's in my closet now. I should dig it out one day and take a peek at what grade-school me thought like.
Anyway, I promised pictures, and lo and behold.
In case you can't read it- I know it took me a little while to decipher- it reads:
Poor LittLe Steven won't be playing much BALL any more
I inferenced a few words from the context and whatnot, so I may be wrong a little.
Also, I believe that smudge in the corner next to the question mark...not really sure, but it could be a heart? Again, not 100%, just guessing here.
And the handprints.
There's some- paint?- on the back, too, like whoever did it picked it up.
But yeah, blaming this on those kids. =n= Thank GOD I didn't babysit them that one time, I was sick, I think.
Count my blessings, haha...
Still >T
It wouldn't be that hard to guess that Steven liked baseball- I mean, the original picture was of him playing baseball, lol- but seriously.
I'm still looking for the other pictures. So pissed off. >O
Ugh.
Anyway, in an attempt to end this on a kind of happy note, here's Marie's.
You wouldn't believe how irritated she got at the lawyer drawing, haha...Ended up scribbling out his face before she drew anything before I could stop her. "But I can't get it too look like him!"
Oh, Marie. y u so sweet.
Oh and she has a problem with her "E"s, lolol. X)
Anyway, I'm going to go to bed soon. Early, I know, right?
I'm actually going to try to get sleep. >T
Wish me luck!
Anyway, I promised pictures, and lo and behold.
In case you can't read it- I know it took me a little while to decipher- it reads:
Poor LittLe Steven won't be playing much BALL any more
I inferenced a few words from the context and whatnot, so I may be wrong a little.
Also, I believe that smudge in the corner next to the question mark...not really sure, but it could be a heart? Again, not 100%, just guessing here.
And the handprints.
There's some- paint?- on the back, too, like whoever did it picked it up.
But yeah, blaming this on those kids. =n= Thank GOD I didn't babysit them that one time, I was sick, I think.
Count my blessings, haha...
Still >T
It wouldn't be that hard to guess that Steven liked baseball- I mean, the original picture was of him playing baseball, lol- but seriously.
I'm still looking for the other pictures. So pissed off. >O
Ugh.
Anyway, in an attempt to end this on a kind of happy note, here's Marie's.
You wouldn't believe how irritated she got at the lawyer drawing, haha...Ended up scribbling out his face before she drew anything before I could stop her. "But I can't get it too look like him!"
Oh, Marie. y u so sweet.
Oh and she has a problem with her "E"s, lolol. X)
Anyway, I'm going to go to bed soon. Early, I know, right?
I'm actually going to try to get sleep. >T
Wish me luck!
Monday, September 19, 2011
Sorry again :(
I was about to scan it, but woefully, my mother is using the only computer in the house with a scanner for her work, so tomorrow, then.
So Marie was sick with a horrible cough today, I read her stories and made her tomato soup and grilled cheese. I guess all that running around was just a before-sick thing, haha.
But yeah. Sleep is still bad, but what else is new. :|
Also I've read up more on that Slenderdude and WHOOP. The more you know, the more likely you're the next target!
I mean, I know he's not real, but really, put that at the beginning of the research stuff so that you can back out before you get too scared? >T
ugh jess i hate you for this so much
there goes the little sleep i could have achieved tonight.
So Marie was sick with a horrible cough today, I read her stories and made her tomato soup and grilled cheese. I guess all that running around was just a before-sick thing, haha.
But yeah. Sleep is still bad, but what else is new. :|
Also I've read up more on that Slenderdude and WHOOP. The more you know, the more likely you're the next target!
I mean, I know he's not real, but really, put that at the beginning of the research stuff so that you can back out before you get too scared? >T
ugh jess i hate you for this so much
there goes the little sleep i could have achieved tonight.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Ughhh.
So today was cooler out. Had to wear pants. It's weird going back to school and stuff. X(
I didn't get much sleep last night, so I was twitchy and irritable all day today, and babysitting didn't help. For whatever reason, she was totally hyper and screamy today. It was awful.
Once I got her calmed down, though, she did draw me a picture. Me, her, and some dude in a suit. At least, I'm pretty sure it's a suit. Hard to tell with stick figures.
I asked Marcelle about the dude, and she quietly told me that it was probably the divorce lawyer, who was really nice to Marie. Apparently her parents don't get on very well any more.
Who knew.
Deja vu much, haha...
Anyway, I'll scan and upload on Monday- away for the weekend, down near the bottom of the entry explanation. Too late and I don't want to leave my room right now, the reason for I will conclude this entry with.
But this is the ughhhhh part.
I went home and under my bed to put the drawing in the box, and, get this- the box was empty, except for one drawing. The drawing from my first baby-sitting.
Except...it was...altered.
I'll scan it on Monday too.
I don't....
My theory is this; yesterday, when I was at Marie's, my mom's friend/work friend came over with her two little boys. They basically had free reign of the house because my mom and her friend were discussing srs work stuff or something.
Anyway, I came home and a lot of stuff in my room was messed up. :|
But ughhh.
I love those drawings.
Irritating small children are always super irritating, no? >T
Anyway, some personal updates; my mom is starting to worry about me because idk loosing sleep (normal) and paranoia and i totally blew up about loosing the drawings.
So she's taking us away for the weekend. I'm going up to Boston with her to visit some places and relatives. Just for the weekend, so I'm not babysitting tomorrow.
As for not wanting to leave my room- This is totally Jesse's fault.
I was on my IM, minding my own business, when she sends me a link "Oh hey look Slenderman!"
SO I was like "Wha?" and watched a bunch of this Marble Hornets thing and she sent me a bunch of blogs and uh
yeah
not leaving my room >T
(I may totally comment on some blogs though. Just to play along and stuff, 'cause some of these are written really well. like the other operator and the one with Zeke Starn or something)
But yeah
Gonna scan the stuff Monday and update this entry with it- or maybe make a new one, idk- and browse the internet for the rest of the night because now I'm way too paranoid to sleep ughhhhhhh.
I didn't get much sleep last night, so I was twitchy and irritable all day today, and babysitting didn't help. For whatever reason, she was totally hyper and screamy today. It was awful.
Once I got her calmed down, though, she did draw me a picture. Me, her, and some dude in a suit. At least, I'm pretty sure it's a suit. Hard to tell with stick figures.
I asked Marcelle about the dude, and she quietly told me that it was probably the divorce lawyer, who was really nice to Marie. Apparently her parents don't get on very well any more.
Who knew.
Deja vu much, haha...
Anyway, I'll scan and upload on Monday- away for the weekend, down near the bottom of the entry explanation. Too late and I don't want to leave my room right now, the reason for I will conclude this entry with.
But this is the ughhhhh part.
I went home and under my bed to put the drawing in the box, and, get this- the box was empty, except for one drawing. The drawing from my first baby-sitting.
Except...it was...altered.
I'll scan it on Monday too.
I don't....
My theory is this; yesterday, when I was at Marie's, my mom's friend/work friend came over with her two little boys. They basically had free reign of the house because my mom and her friend were discussing srs work stuff or something.
Anyway, I came home and a lot of stuff in my room was messed up. :|
But ughhh.
I love those drawings.
Irritating small children are always super irritating, no? >T
Anyway, some personal updates; my mom is starting to worry about me because idk loosing sleep (normal) and paranoia and i totally blew up about loosing the drawings.
So she's taking us away for the weekend. I'm going up to Boston with her to visit some places and relatives. Just for the weekend, so I'm not babysitting tomorrow.
As for not wanting to leave my room- This is totally Jesse's fault.
I was on my IM, minding my own business, when she sends me a link "Oh hey look Slenderman!"
SO I was like "Wha?" and watched a bunch of this Marble Hornets thing and she sent me a bunch of blogs and uh
yeah
not leaving my room >T
(I may totally comment on some blogs though. Just to play along and stuff, 'cause some of these are written really well. like the other operator and the one with Zeke Starn or something)
But yeah
Gonna scan the stuff Monday and update this entry with it- or maybe make a new one, idk- and browse the internet for the rest of the night because now I'm way too paranoid to sleep ughhhhhhh.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Logs!
So it's going preeeetty well. A few annoying things, no biggie.
Well, I went to Marie's house Monday after school, like I promised. Since school lets out for me about two, and it's near her house, I just walked there. The situation was that I would walk, and her cousin would drive me home when she got home at about seven. My mom's okay with me missing dinner at home for about a month, 'cause the money is great and everything. So I went over on Monday afternoon with my crapload of homework to do there, because Marie's a total sweetie and she could preoccupy herself with drawing or something while I did some homework.
Anyway, I went over. Did I mention that her house- well, more mansion, jesus this house was huge- was in the middle of a huge forest? The walk was nice and stuff, but the woods were...I dunno. Off somehow? It's probably just my paranoia from A) lack of sleep B) That warning notice that my school sent around about wild dogs in the area and to be careful and stuff and C) It was really dark out for two in the afternoon because of the trees and a lot of clouds.
So I totally flipped my shit and ran about half a mile carrying three textbooks and all my school stuff, haha...
So I arrived at the house and used the spare key to let myself in. Her cousin- Marcelle- leaves at about one fifty, trusting the fact that I'll be there in about ten minutes, plus the whole isolated in the woods with no one for miles even knowing it exists. I mean, this thing is totally isolated; I thought that it was all just woods, I would never of guessed there was a house in that mess of trees.
Well, the driveway was about a mile and a half long, and I used the spare key...I'm repeating myself again, ugh.
Anyway, I let myself in and Marie was drawing in the den, which took me a fair amount of time to find, because, like I said, huge house. I may draw a floor plan for reference for myself just so I don't get lost.
Well, we hung out in the den for a while, ate in the kitchen- I made pizza bagels- and I read some stories to her.
For all the richness this family has, they don't have TV or electronics of any kind; All they have are their work laptops, which are supplied by their job anyway. They're some kind of neo-hippy or something, according to Marcelle. Okay then.
So she drove me home at seven, and I went to bed at nine after some reading and music and a shower. I fell asleep quickly, surprisingly, 'cause I forgot to take my sleeping pills, but jesus CHRIST, I've never had a weirder dream.
I was in Marie's house, and I was running from room to room shouting for her, totally lost. I think there was some kind of animal chasing me, maybe a wolf? But I found Marie dead in the foyer, tied to one of the staircase banisters. I ran out the front door and into the woods, down the driveway, as fast as I could, I could hear the animal behind me and-
Everything blacked out and I heard static? Like, television static. It was weird.
Then I woke up, found that it was two in the morning, and couldn't fall back asleep. Then I took a pill and almost overslept the alarm.
Anyway, that dream kind of ruined most of my day, so going to Marie's was a bit of a relief. It was sunny, so that was nice. Felt weird going up the driveway again, pinned it on lack of sleep. No big deal, right?
So the whole thing went great again, I went home.
I took my medicine last night and went to bed later than normal, nearly eleven. I had the same sort of dream- running, dead Marie, woods, animal, static noise- and I "woke up" again, only slower and more groggily. I was half awake and realized...someone was under my bed? I could hear them rifling through something.
So I slowly reached over to my bedside table, grabbed my lamp, and swung it down on them with all my might.
Then I woke up. Like, actually woke up. No creature, lamp was where it was supposed to be.
I checked under my bed just in case, everything was there...mostly old clothes packed in plastic containers, and my drawing box of all the pictures was still there, too.
I'm not too worried about this whole thing. I get bad dreams a lot. Insomniaaaaa! *shakefist*
Anyway, it was only about midnight, so I went back to bed and had a pretty good night's sleep.
Today went much the same as the last two days. Marie's not really the "ADORABLE FUNNY" type, but she's sweet. I don't really have any stories, though. :(
Well, I say the same...I didn't feel apprehension going up her driveway like the past two days, so I guess it was just sleep. That's nice.
Anyway, tomorrow I'll have her draw a picture for me. I'll scan it for you guys, she does the most adorable kid stuff, hehe~
In fact, maybe I'll put up some of the other pictures, too! :D
We'll see!!
So this is going pretty great!
<3
~~Lexi Steele~~
Well, I went to Marie's house Monday after school, like I promised. Since school lets out for me about two, and it's near her house, I just walked there. The situation was that I would walk, and her cousin would drive me home when she got home at about seven. My mom's okay with me missing dinner at home for about a month, 'cause the money is great and everything. So I went over on Monday afternoon with my crapload of homework to do there, because Marie's a total sweetie and she could preoccupy herself with drawing or something while I did some homework.
Anyway, I went over. Did I mention that her house- well, more mansion, jesus this house was huge- was in the middle of a huge forest? The walk was nice and stuff, but the woods were...I dunno. Off somehow? It's probably just my paranoia from A) lack of sleep B) That warning notice that my school sent around about wild dogs in the area and to be careful and stuff and C) It was really dark out for two in the afternoon because of the trees and a lot of clouds.
So I totally flipped my shit and ran about half a mile carrying three textbooks and all my school stuff, haha...
So I arrived at the house and used the spare key to let myself in. Her cousin- Marcelle- leaves at about one fifty, trusting the fact that I'll be there in about ten minutes, plus the whole isolated in the woods with no one for miles even knowing it exists. I mean, this thing is totally isolated; I thought that it was all just woods, I would never of guessed there was a house in that mess of trees.
Well, the driveway was about a mile and a half long, and I used the spare key...I'm repeating myself again, ugh.
Anyway, I let myself in and Marie was drawing in the den, which took me a fair amount of time to find, because, like I said, huge house. I may draw a floor plan for reference for myself just so I don't get lost.
Well, we hung out in the den for a while, ate in the kitchen- I made pizza bagels- and I read some stories to her.
For all the richness this family has, they don't have TV or electronics of any kind; All they have are their work laptops, which are supplied by their job anyway. They're some kind of neo-hippy or something, according to Marcelle. Okay then.
So she drove me home at seven, and I went to bed at nine after some reading and music and a shower. I fell asleep quickly, surprisingly, 'cause I forgot to take my sleeping pills, but jesus CHRIST, I've never had a weirder dream.
I was in Marie's house, and I was running from room to room shouting for her, totally lost. I think there was some kind of animal chasing me, maybe a wolf? But I found Marie dead in the foyer, tied to one of the staircase banisters. I ran out the front door and into the woods, down the driveway, as fast as I could, I could hear the animal behind me and-
Everything blacked out and I heard static? Like, television static. It was weird.
Then I woke up, found that it was two in the morning, and couldn't fall back asleep. Then I took a pill and almost overslept the alarm.
Anyway, that dream kind of ruined most of my day, so going to Marie's was a bit of a relief. It was sunny, so that was nice. Felt weird going up the driveway again, pinned it on lack of sleep. No big deal, right?
So the whole thing went great again, I went home.
I took my medicine last night and went to bed later than normal, nearly eleven. I had the same sort of dream- running, dead Marie, woods, animal, static noise- and I "woke up" again, only slower and more groggily. I was half awake and realized...someone was under my bed? I could hear them rifling through something.
So I slowly reached over to my bedside table, grabbed my lamp, and swung it down on them with all my might.
Then I woke up. Like, actually woke up. No creature, lamp was where it was supposed to be.
I checked under my bed just in case, everything was there...mostly old clothes packed in plastic containers, and my drawing box of all the pictures was still there, too.
I'm not too worried about this whole thing. I get bad dreams a lot. Insomniaaaaa! *shakefist*
Anyway, it was only about midnight, so I went back to bed and had a pretty good night's sleep.
Today went much the same as the last two days. Marie's not really the "ADORABLE FUNNY" type, but she's sweet. I don't really have any stories, though. :(
Well, I say the same...I didn't feel apprehension going up her driveway like the past two days, so I guess it was just sleep. That's nice.
Anyway, tomorrow I'll have her draw a picture for me. I'll scan it for you guys, she does the most adorable kid stuff, hehe~
In fact, maybe I'll put up some of the other pictures, too! :D
We'll see!!
So this is going pretty great!
<3
~~Lexi Steele~~
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Ahhh, guys, I'm so sorry!
What with the hurricane and school starting, I've had absolutely no time to update this. :(
Because of that, I actually didn't babysit for that first week or anything, and their trip was postponed to this coming week. So basically, I'll be sitting from the 12th of September to the 3rd of October.
So...uh...yeah.
School's been fine, life's been good...My insomnia has kicked in even worse because of school, but the sleeping pills help. Also the irritating dreams, according to my doctor it's part of the insomnia so...I'm averaging at least 7 hours a night, which is great.
Annnnnyway, I'll start the log for babysitting on Monday! Cheers!
:)
~~Lexi Steele~~
Because of that, I actually didn't babysit for that first week or anything, and their trip was postponed to this coming week. So basically, I'll be sitting from the 12th of September to the 3rd of October.
So...uh...yeah.
School's been fine, life's been good...My insomnia has kicked in even worse because of school, but the sleeping pills help. Also the irritating dreams, according to my doctor it's part of the insomnia so...I'm averaging at least 7 hours a night, which is great.
Annnnnyway, I'll start the log for babysitting on Monday! Cheers!
:)
~~Lexi Steele~~
Sunday, July 31, 2011
So I was gonna start with some old stories today
But Jesse INSISTED I start with new stories.
"NAG NAG NAG THE DETAILS ARE PROBABLY SLIPPING U HAFTA START FRM SCRATCH!!!!one111one!"
Screw that.
Imma start where I want, bish.
So wah lah. Stories.
First one...Hm...
OK, got it.
Right when I first started babysitting, I was a little apprehensive, y'know? My first sitting job was a dream, it was so easy. A little kid named Nick, he was seven? I think?
Anyway, he was the most adorable thing. He had this black hair with a huge cowlick and these big blue eyes and ahhh, so cute...
Well, he was one of those kids who was scared of everything. Like, you know when you were a kid and the heater made noised, you would freak out because you thought it was monsters? Well, this kid would flip at the smallest noise- creaks, the house shifting, you name it, he was afraid of it. He thought being close to other people would make him safe, and me safe as well, the sweetie. When it got dark, he would practically cling to my leg. "Lexi, Lexi, you have to keep close or the monsters will get you! They always comes with you, and the tall one just stares, can't you see it? Can you please please PLEASE keep it away?!"
Of course, when his parents were home, there were no monsters. Only when I was there. My luck, huh?
Still. Adorable as hell.
When he was hungry, I'd make him Mac'n'Cheese because it was the only thing I could make, and even then I screwed it up somehow? He started to call me Bobby Flay, cheeky child.
And I would fluffle his hair and he'd giggle.
alsdjfalf :')
I think I'll get a bunch done in one post, so lets see...
Oh!
Michael, he was...5? 6? Something of the sort.
Anyway, the parents said I could drive him to the mall to run around and get some exercise, so I did.
While we were in the food court, he got hungry, so we got on line to buy some fast food...In line in front of us was this huge lady, and I mean HUGE.
And this kid yells, on the top of his lungs, "LEXI? THAT LADY HAS AN ELEPHANT BUTT!"
:|
...
XD
It wasn't very funny at the time, considering the look on that lady's face, but now?
Hilarious.
Hm...
Bluh, there are more. I know there are.
But I don't really remember a lot of the big parts- JESS SHUT YOUR TRAP.
:\
Okay, fine then.
Anyway, forgotten stories aside, I have a sort of babysitting tradition that I think I should share.
Every time we're drawing pictures- y'know, little kid + crayon = awww - I manage to get a drawing for myself.
I store them in a box under my bed. Memories, y'know?
So I may put some of those up, just for the sheer adorable.
Right, so I'm actually not going to be here for a week, but after that week, we have a SPECIAL BABYSITTING CASE THAT PAYS EXTREMELY WELL!
So I've watched over this kid before. Her name's Marie, and she's five and a half. The last time I babysitted for her was...oh, a month ago?
Anyway, her parents are the hippy type- you know, no TV, no computer, no anything.
They do own a computer to keep up with their work, but that's about it.
She lives in the middle of this huge five-acre estate, which is cool as hell but I think it would get rather lonely. Her mom inherited a bunch of money, I think, which is how they really afford it.
So the week after I come back, both of her parents are going on a business trip for a month. They have a cousin watching Marie for most of the time, but she really can't during the day because she has a job, too.
So I'll be there for a few hours a day watching this little angel, except weekends.
Sweet jesus, this pay...$300 for a week of five days.
That's $60 for a day. I'll only be staying three, four hours tops, so that's $20 an hour.
Minimum wage is $8 per hour, although I normally get $10.
Seriously. In heaven.
Love you all, will update with how my first day with her goes around the thirtieth.
<3
~~Lexi Steele~~
"NAG NAG NAG THE DETAILS ARE PROBABLY SLIPPING U HAFTA START FRM SCRATCH!!!!one111one!"
Screw that.
Imma start where I want, bish.
So wah lah. Stories.
First one...Hm...
OK, got it.
Right when I first started babysitting, I was a little apprehensive, y'know? My first sitting job was a dream, it was so easy. A little kid named Nick, he was seven? I think?
Anyway, he was the most adorable thing. He had this black hair with a huge cowlick and these big blue eyes and ahhh, so cute...
Well, he was one of those kids who was scared of everything. Like, you know when you were a kid and the heater made noised, you would freak out because you thought it was monsters? Well, this kid would flip at the smallest noise- creaks, the house shifting, you name it, he was afraid of it. He thought being close to other people would make him safe, and me safe as well, the sweetie. When it got dark, he would practically cling to my leg. "Lexi, Lexi, you have to keep close or the monsters will get you! They always comes with you, and the tall one just stares, can't you see it? Can you please please PLEASE keep it away?!"
Of course, when his parents were home, there were no monsters. Only when I was there. My luck, huh?
Still. Adorable as hell.
When he was hungry, I'd make him Mac'n'Cheese because it was the only thing I could make, and even then I screwed it up somehow? He started to call me Bobby Flay, cheeky child.
And I would fluffle his hair and he'd giggle.
alsdjfalf :')
I think I'll get a bunch done in one post, so lets see...
Oh!
Michael, he was...5? 6? Something of the sort.
Anyway, the parents said I could drive him to the mall to run around and get some exercise, so I did.
While we were in the food court, he got hungry, so we got on line to buy some fast food...In line in front of us was this huge lady, and I mean HUGE.
And this kid yells, on the top of his lungs, "LEXI? THAT LADY HAS AN ELEPHANT BUTT!"
:|
...
XD
It wasn't very funny at the time, considering the look on that lady's face, but now?
Hilarious.
Hm...
Bluh, there are more. I know there are.
But I don't really remember a lot of the big parts- JESS SHUT YOUR TRAP.
:\
Okay, fine then.
Anyway, forgotten stories aside, I have a sort of babysitting tradition that I think I should share.
Every time we're drawing pictures- y'know, little kid + crayon = awww - I manage to get a drawing for myself.
I store them in a box under my bed. Memories, y'know?
So I may put some of those up, just for the sheer adorable.
Right, so I'm actually not going to be here for a week, but after that week, we have a SPECIAL BABYSITTING CASE THAT PAYS EXTREMELY WELL!
So I've watched over this kid before. Her name's Marie, and she's five and a half. The last time I babysitted for her was...oh, a month ago?
Anyway, her parents are the hippy type- you know, no TV, no computer, no anything.
They do own a computer to keep up with their work, but that's about it.
She lives in the middle of this huge five-acre estate, which is cool as hell but I think it would get rather lonely. Her mom inherited a bunch of money, I think, which is how they really afford it.
So the week after I come back, both of her parents are going on a business trip for a month. They have a cousin watching Marie for most of the time, but she really can't during the day because she has a job, too.
So I'll be there for a few hours a day watching this little angel, except weekends.
Sweet jesus, this pay...$300 for a week of five days.
That's $60 for a day. I'll only be staying three, four hours tops, so that's $20 an hour.
Minimum wage is $8 per hour, although I normally get $10.
Seriously. In heaven.
Love you all, will update with how my first day with her goes around the thirtieth.
<3
~~Lexi Steele~~
Friday, July 29, 2011
Hello, world! Insert obligitory introductory post here!
I'm Lexi Steele, and this is a blog!
Obviously.
I feel obliged to post an introduction post so someone doesn't come here expecting porn or something.
Long story short, I'm a teenager in New York, and I babysit as a main summer job, although I do various oddjobs around my neighborhood, as well. Gotta save up for college, right? What better way than to take care of kids?
So I figured, why not post various adorable things that children do for the whole world to see? Short stories and the like? Brighten up some people's days, you know? I mean, if people do it with cats and puppies and crap, why can't I do it with small paragraphs/stories?
Well, technically, this whole thing wasn't my idea- in fact, I was kinda against it at first, as I have the notorious tendency to abandon stuff like this after a few days- but my DARLING friend Jessica wouldn't leave me alone. (But I really mean that endearingly, I've known her for years and she's the best friend I've ever had <3)
Eventually, I warmed up to the idea; I mean, come on. Who DOESN'T want to hear the cute things kids do? 'Cause some of it is pretty damn fluffy and adorabubble. I have a few stories piled up in my head already, but I'll leave them for actual posts that aren't introductions.
I never really got around to making this, though- she suggested this years ago, FYI- because of a mixture of procrastination and real life. I made my account and promptly forgot about it.
So she made the blog FOR me.
She even found me a totally adorable picture for my account picture.
Which was nice of her, 'cause now I'll actually get it done. :P
She'll probably check this blog religiously to make sure I'm updating and stuff, though. Ah well. :\
In fact, she just leaned over my shoulder and-
ajlksd
Smacked me with a rolled up magazine. Newest issue of Seventeen, to be exact.
Wait, she wants to type something.
JESSE, NOT JESSICA. FOR FUCKS SAKE WILL YOU EVER GET THAT RIGHT ALEXA. YOU KNOW I HATE THAT FUCKING NAME
And this is why I'm the babysitter and she's not.
In fact, her whole personality is probably why. I mean, look at the blog's TITLE. "Watching the Children"?
Does that sound really really creeper-ish or what? XD
Goes to show that her morbid streak is about a million miles wide.
:P
So, uhm...
Yeah, expect some stories to come!
Ciao for now~!
<3
~~Lexi Steele~~
Obviously.
I feel obliged to post an introduction post so someone doesn't come here expecting porn or something.
Long story short, I'm a teenager in New York, and I babysit as a main summer job, although I do various oddjobs around my neighborhood, as well. Gotta save up for college, right? What better way than to take care of kids?
So I figured, why not post various adorable things that children do for the whole world to see? Short stories and the like? Brighten up some people's days, you know? I mean, if people do it with cats and puppies and crap, why can't I do it with small paragraphs/stories?
Well, technically, this whole thing wasn't my idea- in fact, I was kinda against it at first, as I have the notorious tendency to abandon stuff like this after a few days- but my DARLING friend Jessica wouldn't leave me alone. (But I really mean that endearingly, I've known her for years and she's the best friend I've ever had <3)
Eventually, I warmed up to the idea; I mean, come on. Who DOESN'T want to hear the cute things kids do? 'Cause some of it is pretty damn fluffy and adorabubble. I have a few stories piled up in my head already, but I'll leave them for actual posts that aren't introductions.
I never really got around to making this, though- she suggested this years ago, FYI- because of a mixture of procrastination and real life. I made my account and promptly forgot about it.
So she made the blog FOR me.
She even found me a totally adorable picture for my account picture.
Which was nice of her, 'cause now I'll actually get it done. :P
She'll probably check this blog religiously to make sure I'm updating and stuff, though. Ah well. :\
In fact, she just leaned over my shoulder and-
ajlksd
Smacked me with a rolled up magazine. Newest issue of Seventeen, to be exact.
Wait, she wants to type something.
JESSE, NOT JESSICA. FOR FUCKS SAKE WILL YOU EVER GET THAT RIGHT ALEXA. YOU KNOW I HATE THAT FUCKING NAME
And this is why I'm the babysitter and she's not.
In fact, her whole personality is probably why. I mean, look at the blog's TITLE. "Watching the Children"?
Does that sound really really creeper-ish or what? XD
Goes to show that her morbid streak is about a million miles wide.
:P
So, uhm...
Yeah, expect some stories to come!
Ciao for now~!
<3
~~Lexi Steele~~
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