Sunday, April 6, 2014

Concussed tori is concussed.

Tl;dr. Basket ball to the back of the head equals concussion. Concussion equals tired and unable to use computer. Unable to use computer means unable to really wrote blog posts. Unable to really write blog posts means updating from the iPod. Updating from the iPod means autocorrect. Autocorrect means incorrect. 

And I'm too god damned concussed to fix my mistakes. 

Made a blog post on Tori blog outlining future posts. 

Saturday, March 15, 2014

tl;dr Midnight update of my life

in bulleted list. cause i can

  • stress sucks ass
  • AP US History sucks ass
  • above class is hard as balls
  • my mind doesnt do history
  • at all
  • hormones suck
  • like seriously you drop a quarter and ill cry
  • or look at me meanly ill cry
  • so imma get me some birth control for that shit
  • confusing relationship is confusing
  • sex is awesome
  • condoms are also awesome
  • i graduate in like 3 months
  • holy shit
  • work
  • oh we got robbed at work
  • i think they were crips...
  • almost choked a kid out in gym class
  • obnoxous little freshman
  • also he stared at my tits too much
  • tired me doesn't care about spelling
  • i was sick
yep. HEY ME TOMORROW HAVE FUN TRYING TO MAKE SNESE OF THIS SHIT!
apologies to people following this blog who have to make sense of this shit
OH ALSO I STARTED ANOTHER SLENDER BLOG HERE AND I HAVE BEEN WORKING ON SOME POSTS FOR THAT ONE AND TORI ONE SO YEAH
NGIHT

Sunday, January 5, 2014

HALP ME WITH SCHOLARSHIP WILLING PLZ

CLICK ME! Go read it if you want, but please click on the green box to vote!

You know what? You can read it here!

I’ve always had body-image issues – who hasn’t? I struggled through middle and high school thinking that I simply was not “enough” and that I was abnormal. I wasn’t pretty enough, or skinny enough, or socially adept enough. I was too bookish, too reserved, too interested in writing when everyone else was interested in being outside, too interested in staying still and taking in the scenery while it flew by for everyone else. But, I was smart enough for others to cheat off of; I was interesting enough for others to seek my council when they didn’t know what to do. 

Now, I see through the lens of wisdom created by mental and psychological abuse that can only come from a parent – the kind you never recognize until everything inside of you breaks from heartache. I look back through this lens as someone fighting depression and self-image issues, and I look back with the wisdom that someone my age should not have learned yet. I look back and I see an unnecessary trial by fire, a test of tears and blood and hatred of the self. Now looking forward with this wisdom, I see the message I wish I’d been taught.

Love yourself. You are the only you that has, does, and will exist upon this earth. Love your strengths. Love your flaws. Love how you look when you get out of bed in the morning. Love the ridiculous thoughts that flit through your mind at three A.M. Love your mind. Love how your hands express thoughts. Love yourself even when you think no one else does. Love yourself forever and always, ad infinitum. 

That’s what I’d teach everyone in the world. Love yourself.

 

Thursday, December 26, 2013

Unused Ideas 1: Mission The X (Kings & Queens)

So this is a post that I honestly love the idea of, but it didn't fit in anywhere and I honestly feel like it breaks the meta a bit too much... And by the end I ran out of ideas. This is, honestly, a very sparse post.

Into the night



I look sadly at the house, wishing that I didn't have to leave on such short notice. Skye is still asleep. I had left him a note, of course, but that didn't mean that I didn't feel like shit about it. But, orders are orders.

Desperate and broken


Many walk through the path tonight, young, masked, swaddled in black, angry, sad, wondering why. I had never heard of a gathering of Proxies before. And I'm sure that this was only the part that followed orders and were curious enough to come into the path. 

The sound of a fight


I watch as some people walk up to others and begin conversing, trying to see what our "Family" is really like. I have no such wants - I just want to get in and out as soon as possible. This feels like the Hunger Games and I want out. Also, I run the risk of finding that creeper Adrian again. I know that if I saw him again I'd kill him for touching me like he did, no ifs ands or buts. 

Father has spoken.


We all cease talking when we hear the song change. I suppose for each person it's different, but for me it turns into more of someone asking a crowd to settle down before an assembly. Father is there, in the centre of it all. He reaches out to the proxy closest to Him and wraps His tendrils around them. We're confused at first but soon we realize that Father is going to use this person as his mouthpiece. 

We were the kings and queens of promise

"Children"

The murmuring that began again is silenced. Father is using a small girl as his mouthpiece. It's jarring hearing His words and tone come out of her.

"Many of you are confused as to why I have asked you here my children"
We were the victims of ourselves

The little girl, now sitting atop Father's shoulders, smiled.

"Many of you have not been as..."

She stops, frowning. She didn't have a large enough vocabulary to accommodate what Father wanted to say. Ever so gently, he sets her down and released his tendrils form her. He chooses another mouthpiece, picking them up as well. This one was a twenty-something man who had some tattoos.

Maybe the children of a lesser God

"Many of you have not been as familial as I intended you to be."

Murmuring broke out, wondering what He meant. We supported each other, right? I mean yeah I'd love to kill Adrian but that's because he's a sleaze ball, it doesn't matter that he's a proxy. I've long-since realized this.

"Many of you wish death upon your Brothers and Sisters. Many of my children are not here. Many of your hearts betray me."

Father's faceless head turned in my direction and I glared at him, unwavering. Some of those around me gave me sideways glances, wondering what He meant.

Between Heaven and Hell,


"You are chosen for a reason, my children."

Heaven and Hell.

"This is the end, isn't it?" I hear someone whisper near me. I shake my head slightly in silent disagreement. I can still hear the song, seemingly unlike many around me. Or, perhaps, I'm better at interpreting the abstract sounds.

"No," I speak up, louder than intended. Many turn to look at me, including Father and his mouthpiece.

The age of man is over

"This is only the beginning. Listen to Father's song," I announce, voice strong.

"The noble child is correct. I have been trying, children, to guide you to my path and my way. Those who run from us, those who hide from their higher calling..."

A darkness comes at dawn


Reactions vary vastly from hero-worship to disgruntlement. No guesses at which groups I'm in. "I can't believe this," I mutter under my breath.

"Those who hide and those who are not involved, they are useless to us my children."

Some cries of agreement rise up out of the crowd, and the mob mentality starts to take over.

These lessons that we've learned here


"My dear children, we will make this world our own. You shall be powerful, you shall be respected. You will want for nothing, together we can shape this world how we have always wished it to be."

Have only just begun


Wednesday, September 25, 2013

IM STILL NOT DEAD

My hard drive was just corrupted and a friend gave me a new one but THAT one is damaged as well. Luckily they also gave me a laptop meant for colouring the comic we'll be collaborating on but it can do the internet thing so it's basically my main laptop for now.

I'm still working on part three of the mission post, I know what I want to do I just havent gotten around to typing it up because no laptop.

So right now I'm pulling an all nighter to fix my sleep schedule (i'll go to bed early tomorrow to reset my internal clock) and I'll be figuring out how to play League of Legends.

tl;dr not dead but my laptop is shit and a Dell

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

this is why i dont like having a life

yeah im posting this from my work. i have a job now guys (woooo!)
i dont really know what i want to do with my slenderblog. i have most of the rest of the 2 mission post parts typed up (blogger deleted some of the 2nd so i was pissed)
i just dont really have any more ideas, or a drive to do it anymore. i mean i work a lot and i'll be starting up school next week i wont really have time for a blog...

i dont know guys....

Monday, July 29, 2013

Blog v. Reality

So blog-verse Tori is very sarcastic, tough, scarred, jaded, and generally not a very smiley person. She wears hoodies in all weather, is too lazy to wear contacts half of the time, has pretty unruly hair that gets in her eyes. She stares blankly at the computer screen as she blogs. This is her:


IRL Tori is not only made of awesome hats. She's made of unicorns and flower crowns.


She also possesses some wicked Photoshop skills. She enjoys books, music, anime, and eating.

She's actually an introverted person, hates humanity with a burning passion, believes in ghosts and demons, and is far too curious for her own good. Also she takes out her anger passive-aggressively on people that she really shouldn't. 

She has a job now at a convenience store where she works as a cashier and stocks shelves. She was supposed to do computer training, but the dumb server blocks the Java updates sooo yeah. 

She has a boyfriend. She loves him very much, but he's got quite a lot of baggage and issues that she doesn't really feel like she can deal with in addition to her own. She's told him that. Yeah.

Basically the only traits that IRL Tori and Blog-verse Tori share are sarcasm. Copious amounts of sarcasm. And being too lazy to put contacts in. 

Why this post? The fuck if I know. (I'm so not putting off typing up those mission posts. No way.)