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November 1, 2015
So yeah, I failed my Econ final. That was a fun conversation with my professor. At least I passed chemistry. I was almost certain I would fail chemistry. So I just came home after class and stared at a screen for 5 straight hours. I realize now how easy it is to lose time that way. I missed a party I was supposed to go to tonight. I managed to get there at the tail end, but everyone was already so drunk it almost wasn't worth it. A party full of drunk people is like a cake filled with shaving cream. It looks good, but once you try it, you realize it's disgusting. Speaking of things you'd rather not do, my parents called today, asking how finals were going. I had to lie to them, knowing how crazy they'd get if I told the truth. I swear to god they're both going to die at 50 of a heart attack from the cumulative stress of worrying about me. At least we won our basketball game today. We're in the playoffs now, which hasn't happened for years. We went out for drinks afterwards, and I may have gotten a bit hammered. Me and Bill got up and sang
November 2, 2015
Well, it's official. My girlfriend ended it. Don't know what I did wrong, she just left me a message telling me
November 3, 2015
I found out that my girlfriend had been cheating on me with my best friend. That was a fun conversation. It led to a pretty nasty fight between me and him. We both ended up in the hospital and probably would have ended up in jail if we hadn't both lied about how we got hurt. In other news, Something strange happened last night online. I'm used to people screaming in my headset, but something was different about this guy. I knifed him in the back, which was kind of a dirty trick, but he just went ballistic. He screamed about how I had no honor. The rest of the game he hunted me down and killed me every opportunity he got. His insults became strange, and weirdly personal. He threatened to beat me to death with a trout, and suggested I run myself through with a samurai sword. When I knifed him again, he logged out, but not before leaving me with the ominous threat
November 4, 2015
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November 7, 2015
Well, there was a shooting in the math lecture hall today. Thankfully, my class ended before it happened and I wasn't there, but it's scary to think about what might have happened. Five people died, and the police shut down the building. My math final is canceled until they can sort through the crime scene. They got the guy who did it, which is unusual for these kinds of things. He was screaming and raving about
November 8, 2015
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I boarded up my windows today. It looks pretty strange, to be honest. A nice neighborhood with one weird guy with boarded up windows. I can't really explain why I did it. After what happened I've been trying to come up with ways to be safer. I know there's not much to be done to protect yourself from these kinds of things, but I have to try. I'm just tired of the way people are looking at me. There's something strange, judgmental about them. It's just too weird for me. I went to get a doughnut from the cafe down the street, and I just felt the judgment as I walked past.
November 10, 2015
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I can't go outside. Well, not so much can't as won't. I just know that people think I'm crazy. I can feel it, see it in their eyes. It gets lonely here though, especially at night. You believe things at night you wouldn't during the day. You hear a noise, and you tell yourself it's okay. That there's no such thing as monsters, or demons, or angels or devils. And there's that little voice in the back of your head that whispers to you. That little voice that's the ultimate believer, that can't be dissuaded with logic or tricks or ploys. It can't be argued with, or intimidated, or bribed or reasoned with. Because that little voice is doubt. And a little bit of doubt goes a long way. It only takes a little bit of doubt to infuse your strongest, most foundational beliefs with an uncertainty that makes your very thoughts dangerous. Like my philosophy textbook says:
November 12, 2015
I want pizza. And frustratingly, the only way to get it without leaving the house is to order in. But then I'd have to open the door. And let in the judgment, the staring. I'd have to let the outside world pollute my environment which I've worked so hard to create. But still, I want pizza. It's a dilemma to be sure, and it means that I don't get pizza. I tried distracting myself with my math textbook, but that just made me drool every time I saw the symbol for pi. I know, it's silly, but it's all I can think about now. I wish they had used a different letter, like upsilon, or theta, or whatever. Just not something that sounds so much like the English for pizza
November 13, 2015
I got a facebook message today from somebody I didn't recognize. It simply told me to
November 14, 2015
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November 16, 2015
I made careful calculations and decided the drill was drilling in a northwesterly direction, directly underneath my house. In addition, other messages became clear when combing through my spam:
November 17, 2015
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Legion report of the events of November 17, 2015
''Our agents finally cornered Daniel Hall. The effects of the neurotoxic agent have become evident by now. Information from his webcam and the back-up cameras placed in his house early in November reveal that he is displaying paranoia and homicidal rage. His murder of cryptologist Frank Winters was an unforeseen and tragic side effect of the drug. At first we were confused by the many hours he spent listening to the ground, and his mumbling about a
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