japanese – Psychotic Slytherpuff

Yo!

Everyone has those moments where you don’t exactly like going to school either because you dislike the teachers, the students or the subjects in general. Maybe homework isn’t your strong point and your grades are low because you’ve forgotten to turn in so many assignments and now you hate school because your parents are hounding you about your grades and whatnot and all you want to do is burn the place down to the ground. Yes?

Well, that’s how I feel right now.

The beginning of second semester started off good. Like, I managed to finally get an art class, Japanese is slowly making sense and I may have a chance to travel to Japan this summer, physics is okay, I started a class called Independent Living and teaches me about money and living alone, I was beginning to have fun and bond with people in band once again, I was happily sitting in English without anyone noticing me and history was finally at a place where I can somewhat understand what’s going on.

Now it’s all going backwards and I’m feeling frustrated and angry and a bit depressed about what’s all going on right now and IB tests have barely even started for another month.

In first, my art class, we’re doing things I literally have no interest in doing. While it may be helpful in expanding my art technique but I had more fun in the cartooning class I was in for a week or two before I was forcefully transferred classes with little to no warning (again). It’s alright but I would enjoy it a little more if I the teacher acts so disinterested in some of the things I say to her while she seems to be more interested in other students at their work. Making me feel useless in something that I’ve been doing for nearly my whole life. So it isn’t making me feel happy at all, like art should (most of the time).

In Japanese, my second period, things are much better. I have more friends in that class and I know the teacher well enough, but even knowing her for four years it still feels like we haven’t really connected, like she seems to have with the other students in our class. Where there are little jokes that are between her and the rest of the class plus that student and stuff? That doesn’t happen between us or even some of my friends. It’s kinda disheartening.

Third period: Physics. That’s fine. I have no qualms with that, so I have no actual complaints with that class. Which is weird cause there’s math.

Fourth: Independent Living. This is like the first two periods in my day. Except this is the second time I’ve had this teacher because I had her for a semester last year. But both times, including this year, it seems as if we can’t connect and she just doesn’t understand much about me. I don’t know why it seems like none of my teachers and I can connect, which I’ve been able to do before but this year it just seems impossible and I’m close to just giving up trying in class to interact if it means that there isn’t a connection between teacher and student?

Period 5: Band. Since we’re having band contest next week, our conductor and the other band have been sharing the main band room while switching out after about 90 minutes all together. I play bass clarinet (I switched after playing a regular B flat clarinet after 6 years) and there’s only two of us: my partner and I. Since there’s only two of us our conductor has said multiple times that we should play louder since he wants to hear our sound. But today he contradicted himself and told us we had to be waaaaaay quieter than we have been playing already so the two of us basically play as if we’re nonexistent. That being said, it made me feel like I was back to playing a regular clarinet: We’re meant to be seen, not to be heard (apparently). So I’m sorta feeling depressed and angry at everything right now since it’s being added to stuff that’s already been happening for almost an entire week.

Now onto the bain of my existence: English, period 6. Last Friday, my English teacher ruined a major part (one of the big things in the end) of The Lord of the Rings and made a huge five to seven minute schpiel about being sorry and apologizing and embarrassing me. Yesterday he did it once again, this time commenting about me getting the wrong book (of course it would be me who manages to get the wrong style of book even though the instructions said “any book by the penguin industry” which I got and didn’t even mention it had to start on page 11) and he didn’t even whisper in a quiet room with his microphone on so everyone heard and I was just like “Stop talking to me.” That conversation lasted another five minutes so I’m tired of being in the spotlight of my English teacher. I don’t like being in the main spotlight in English or in History because that’s where all the smart people are since I’m taking IB classes and I’m below average for them. And it’s embarrassing so I’m kinda disinterested in interacting with him for the rest of the year and I’m hoping to lay low for another three-ish months so I don’t have to add more minutes to the end of my life for being embarrassed by my teacher.

And lastly, 7th: History. This isn’t so bad, even though my teacher accidentally called me the wrong name and once in a while mentions me when we’re talking about IB stuff since I’m not taking the same things as everyone else (I’m partial IB not full IB so I’m not getting the IB diploma, meaning I don’t have to worry too much about failing a test and not being able to graduate with my “IB Diploma” because I’m not aiming for an IB diploma).

All in all, I’m sick and tired and dislike school because of teachers right now. I frustrated with people and I had a good start to my day and it ended badly because of the last band after school practice before next Wednesday, which is the day of our contest. So I’m not in the happiest of moods right now because of school.

😦

さよなら

Yo~!

I wasn’t usually the one for horror movies as a child. Whenever my parents would have wanted to watch The X-Files during dinner or some other time I as around them, I would go into small panic attacks that involved plugging my ears and doing an escalating version of arpeggios, scales and sometimes screaming just to not hear the opening theme song. My parents would probably just say I’m over exaggerating about such things, but even now I can go into a state where I can’t do anything else but try and ignore the sounds coming from the speakers if I can’t switch the TV channels fast enough. I’d have terrible nightmares whenever I managed to get through a jumpscare filled horror movie or a bloodbath of a zombie flick. I can still remember one nightmare I had as a child where my old school was infested by zombies and my parents and I had taken refuge in the front office with the principle infected as the rest of the parents and students are stuck in the front part of the school where all the students had to wait until the first bell to be able to go to class were feasted upon.

Now, it’s a bit ironic. Around the time I was 12 or so, I received my first zombie plush, which I deemed Krackerz. He gained a family: Cheeze, his wife, their children Krumbz and Kookiez, and their three faithful zombie pets, a rabbit named Pippin, a ThinkGeek monkey named Timothy, and a cat named Sylvester Deathmittens. From there, because of my plush family, I guess my fear of zombies soon turned to a curiosity and then a frenzy of fangirling that probably was helped by The Walking Dead, which I became a fan of about two or three years after the first season came out.

After zombies came monsters and then all together, horror movies in general. And now, since Hollywood-made horror flicks are becoming dull or remade or a plot full of cliches, I’ve turned my faith towards the Internet.

Now, let me explain a little more into my fear as a child before I step any further into this post. If there’s one thing I try not to touch it’s aliens. Already I get, what I like to call, War Flashbacks whenever a thunderstorm happens wherever I’m at. War of the Worlds, starring Tom Cruise, was one of the flashbacks, causing panic attacks at the thought that large, seed-like beings digging into the earth and springing out once hit by another strike of lightening coming to life into the real world. Even now, 12 years since the first time I watched it as a child at the age of five, I feel fear grip at my chest and feel my breathing become irregular at any sign of thunder and lightening, though the latter more in particular.

A similar feeling erupts whenever I think of the Signs, starring Mel Gibson and directed by M. Night Shaymalan, though that was merely because of the look of the aliens involved and the fact that the jumpscares and suspense were, admittedly, well-timed for an alien movie.

I’m sure there are many more alien based movies that have given me more nightmares and irrational imaginations and habits (including Aliens, Predator, and so on), there some alien based movies that are either meant to be funny (such as any of the Scary Movie parodies) or makes the viewer sympathize with the victimized “alien” in the end (District 9).

But I digress.

Aliens aren’t my type of horror thing, mainly because since I’ve stumbled upon a few Shane Dawson’s alien based creepy videos that I’ve begrudgingly watched and regretted soon after and even watched an episode or two from the Psychic Twins that have appeared a few times on his channel on their own channel that has freaked me out a few times. Each one, though, involved an alien encounter or abduction, and after a few joking minutes of talking to my friend, America (who shall be named so upon future posts), of possibly being abducted as a child, calmed down. It wasn’t until watching a video that the Psychic Twins had posted with Shane talking about aliens and the signs of alien abductions that I possibly considered was a possibly for myself, after considering some of the symptoms that are possible. Now, I try not to think too much of it.

But again, I’m straying from the point of this post.

I wanted to talk about the conspiracies that I’ve seen over the past few weeks of watching YouTube videos that have extreme signs of deep research and proof and even ghost/creature/alien based videos from Top15s, Shane, and the Psychic Twins and even my own dabbling into the CreepyPasta side of the Internet and the famed H.P Lovecraft book I have downstairs that I hope to finish reading in the next few years.

Let’s begin with conspiracies. Now, I don’t always believe the conspiracies that I’ve encountered over the few weeks. The ones that I do particularly believe in is the “Paul is Dead” theory, the Illuminati, and sometimes even the FEMA camps if I thought hard on it. Though with the latter, it’s a bit hard to believe that if FEMA really wanted to create a camp ground that can collect the entire human population to be able to mass kill them, then why choose Wal*Mart? Malls would make a lot more sense, to me, considering their bigger and their parking lots, despite popular belief, has a lot more space. Why else would they make parking garages and make most malls so large and empty feeling with so many “security only” places they don’t want civilians to go to? Why do you think that bigger malls have smaller ones so close to them? Because they want to have their underground tunnels to be of easier access than the long tunnels supposedly under those five Wal*Marts?

Now, there are some that just seem particularly stupid. I won’t name any at the moment, for I don’t have the information needed to back up my case and I’m not that idiotic to go out on an argument with guns a blazing with no extra bullets.

I find conspiracies to be particularly interesting. Mainly because people can find the smallest details and make them seem bigger than they are and actually make it make extreme sense. Like the streaks of “jet exhaust” across the sky being the possibility of the government either (A) trying to control the weather or (B) producing mind control chemicals that everyone’s breathing in. But some, like the lizard theory, seem a bit out there. I mean, the fact that aliens are controlling the government or the Illuminati doing it or even the Devil himself, sounds more plausible.

Now let’s move on to the ghosts and other horror based things. Ghosts, monsters, and cursed objects are certainly more popular to find on the Internet than conspiracies (or at least it’s easier to find on YouTube than conspiracies). There are some that seem actually quite believable, even if there’s people saying it’s easily faked.

One of the things I believe to actually exist is the Jersey Devil. I believed it existed the first time I saw a quick video about it on Facebook and showed it to my mother. It was one of the few creatures that didn’t send a spike of adrenaline and fear into my system and the need to run away. And if it’s all faked, then it’s a bit odd to choose a goat with dragon wings. I am a believer of Bigfoot, the Loch Ness Monster, and Chupacabra. I’m also an expert in a small portion of Japanese Youkai, thanks to a school project that I did with a friend for culture points so whenever I see proof of a Youkai existing, I’m more excited than scared.

Speaking of Youkai, one of the videos that I watched that allowed me to squeal in joy was the Japanese tire commercial that Shane showed on his creepy commercial video. It was the one with the girl that looked like the girl from the grudge standing out in the snow and immediately I thought of the Yuki-onna, or the Snow woman. More videos that were shown in Japan also allow me to see Youkai, such as the tsunami mist creature that could possibly be a Youkai or a trick of the light or the woman that suddenly appears when a man gets into a taxi (which, to be honest, I thought looked like the Kuchisake-onna, or Cut mouth woman). Either way, I’m not entirely fearful of Japanese ghosts, creatures, and monsters because I’ve done research so knowing what I can do in case I happen to suddenly encounter one could save my life.

KUCHISAKE-ONNA TIP: If one suddenly encounters a dark haired woman with a mask covering the lower part of her face, asking you if you think she’s pretty and reveals her face underneath, all sliced up like Jeff the Killer, don’t say yes and don’t say no. If you say yes, you’re going to be called a liar and you’ll be killed. If you say no, she’s going to go crazy and hate you, and you’re going to die because now she thinks you think she’s ugly. Say “You look okay” or “You look average” (I’m unsure how to translate まあまあ directly into English, but it’s basically so-s0) because the answer with confuse the woman and as she thinks about your answer it will give you time to book your ass out of there.

One of the creatures I don’t think is possible, after showing my mother, is the Russian spider-like creature. It’s mainly the fact that it’s quite spider-like and it gives me the heebie jeebies. The same goes for anything that resembles the Rake, though whenever I see videos I have to shake my head at the poor skills of identifying the Rake, for the Rake crawls on both hands and feet and all things shown is either small or is standing more like it’s cold and it’s taking a casual stroll.

I find any noises found to be quite interesting. The one involving trumpets being heard or the dragons off into the distance is quite interesting, though anything that involved the “Bloop” (which the narrator pronounced as “Blop”) to be quite adorable. Julia, on the other hand, (which is like Bloop but a bit deeper into the ocean) is a bit too much even for me. Recorded exorcists are also quite interesting, as I watched one that was in India with the woman being exorcised by the Quran that said “I’m protecting her. She needs me”. And to be honest, I felt a little flattered that a demon wants to protect a woman. Though it also made me a bit pissed into thinking that only demons possess women and I’m insulted at the thought that all stories think women are weak enough to be the only one possessed 99% of the time.

Now that I’ve delved a bit into demons and creatures, ghosts are up next. Ghosts are a bit tricky, because they can be confused with poltergeists. There’s also the fact that people decide it’s okay to use a Ouija board to contact either of these and end up getting a demon instead and I’m like “NOPE! YOU IDIOTS!” whenever such things happen. Either way, I’m sticking with tarot cards rather than anything like that. Ouija boards are a giant no-no in my book, because there’s so many things that can happen that could possibly kill or hurt you and I’m also not in to talking too much to a demon that could already kill me. I’m okay with the demon in my own home (which is jokingly said between my family and I). Which I feel is a better option than a robber, because at least I know what a demon might want than a robber when I’m home alone.

I feel like I’ve rambled on longer than I planned and I was gonna get to the CreepyPasta side of this post, but since that’s a side I’m more comfortable with, I may just make a separate post about it instead.

さよなら！！

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