I’ve had this saved for a good while, being hungry for anything unknown. Unlike similar lists, I’m fairly certain all of this list has working links. If you have any interest whatsoever in the creepy/mysterious/paranormal, dive in.
Oh, and I’m serious about not reading at night. Some of these…
So my macbook stopped responding last night. When I tried to restart it, it wouldn’t go past the white start up screen. Fanastic. Tomorrow I have an appointment with the people at the Apple Store way up at Keystone. My warranty is still good. Pray for my atheist ass.
Back when Jr won at Daytona, just months after his dad was killed in turn 4 of the Daytona 500, I seriously thought that NASCAR had rigged the race. Now, rumors are flying that NASCAR rigged qualifying for the 500, and that Earnhardt’s car “isn’t exactly legal”. Tony Kornheiser of PTI reports, and he is one of the most credible reporters in sports. I don’t believe this is true, Chevy and Hendrick are always the best at Daytona, but I can’t deny there is always a part of me that thinks NASCAR is trying to give Earnhardt that extra push to get him over the top. Even if NASCAR knows Earnhardt’s car wasn’t legal, he tore it up in practice today, and will start in the back for the 500. NASCAR, this better not be true.
Something I really want to do before I die is drive either a NASCAR or IndyCar at Indianapolis. Actually racing one is out of the picture, but spending money on a Richard Petty Driving Experience isn’t, or even somehow lucking into winning a test or something. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do.
Hmmm. I’ve beens scared a lot before, but only twice have I been scared for my safety. Once was the prank phone call story that I already have told on Tumblr, so I’ll tell you a different story.
I’m big on the paranormal shit. Ghosts, aliens, bigfoot, and stuff like that gets me going. From time to time I’ll get online and look for “haunted” places to go visit, and usually I can’t find anything that gets me excited. That’s until I found Tunnelton, Indiana. To say this place is a town is a HUGE exaggeration. The closest thing to Tunnelton is Brownstown, which is about forty minutes away, and Brownstown is only a few restaurants and a school. Tunnelton had maybe one HOUSE in it. The only reason this boondock place has a name is because of a large tunnel (duh) that runs through it. It’s the largest tunnel in Indiana, a little over a mile long, and was built under a cemetary. The tunnel is so long that at one point in the middle, you can’t see out either way, and you’re in complete darkness. Also, there are cracks in the walls of the tunnel so if the train comes (which does run from time to time) you have to get in these cracks so the train doesn’t kill you.
Anyways, Allyson, Issie Bailey, Kendra Moore, and I decide to take a little trip to visit. After driving about an hour and a half to get there, and some car trouble on the way, we seemed to be lost. We were on a road that my gps said didn’t exist, and I was going off the map. Finally I decided to drive down this dirt road that runs along a river. As we’re driving down this road, we start to see “no trespassing” signs. Then we see a pull off area, and figured it had to be were people park to walk through the tunnel. Sure enough, after climbing up this mountain of a hill, we came face to face with the tunnel
With flashlights in hand, we started into the tunnel. Only a few hundred feet into the tunnel, an animal runs by us, and we haul ass back out. Turns out it was only a rabbit, but still terrifying. So now Kendra is freaked out, and doesn’t wanna go. About that time, we hear a truck. Keep in mind that we hadn’t see a vehicle in probably an hour. So Issie and I go to the side of the hill and look to see what is coming. A truck comes flying down the dirt road, sees our car, and slams on the breaks. Issie and I are like “what the fuck?”. Now their truck is hidden below the hill and we can’t see who is down there. About that time, we hear a gun fire. I almost fuckin’ peed my pants. Issie and I start running back to Allyson and Kendra, who have both already started running into the woods. By this time Kendra is crying, Allyson has lost a shoe, and we’re climbing up this cliff lined with wet rocks. The whole time all we can hear is gun shots. Let me tell you, I really thought I was going to die. So after running for a couple minutes, I decided we just couldn’t keep running. My car was back there, and we can’t just leave it and get lost in the woods. So I walked back down the hill to see what was going on. Drunk Brownstown kids with a lot of fireworks. Mother fucking redneck assholes. After tracking everyone down, and getting everyone calm, we now weren’t scared to go through the tunnel, which we did. So much for getting scared by ghosts.
^photo op with my sister and her bff before their first high school dance.^
1. I’m obsessive over LOST and anything J.J Abrams.
2. I know more about NASCAR than you do, I guarantee it. Go Juan!
3. I hate every single team located in New England.
4. My favorite band is the Goo Goo Dolls.
5. I’m terrified of aliens.
6. I hate hunting, but I love shooting guns.
7. My favorite place to be is the Indianapolis Motor Speedway.
8. I have a weird back problem. And it’s killing me right now.
9. When I was younger, my doctor misdiagnosed me resulting in me having neck surgery. Turns out I just had mono.
10. The farthest north I’ve been is Vermillion Bay, Ontario, Canada. The farthest west I’ve been is Portland, Oregon. The farthest east I’ve been is Cleveland, Ohio. The farthest south I’ve been is Miami, Florida.
11. I have a scar on my foot from a fire ant bite.
12. I love people that are competitive, but hate people who are overly competitive.
13. I’m a huge Pacer fan, and always have been. When they get good, and y’all jump on the band wagon, I’m gonna call you out. Indianapolis isn’t the Colt’s city. It’s the Pacer’s.
14. I’ve been to over a dozen professional auto races, including the Brickyard 400, Indy 500, and Daytona.
15. My PSN gamer tag is nascarpacerfan, and I’ll kick your ass in COD, GT5, NBA2k11, or whatever the fuck you wanna lose in.
Well, since I have to wait till the fall to enroll in IUPUC, I’m not doing much these days. I’ve started working at Family Video. So the three weeks are going to consist of me working and earning money. Then the last week of the next 30 days, I’m going to Florida with Courtney to blow all of that money I’ve earned. I’m excited to the max.
The last movie that made me cry was, I hate to admit it, but a Hallmark movie called “The Lost Valentine”. It was on CBS last week, and i just started to watch and couldn’t stop. Betty White plays a woman who’s husband left over 65 years ago to fight in World War 2. He left on their one year anniversary, and on Valentine’s Day. White’s character promises her husband that she will wait at the train station every Valentine’s Day until he returns. Her husband is killed in action and never returns home.
Another movie that made me cry lately was “Signs”. Okay, this movie freaks me out, and no matter how many times I watch it, the mexican birthday party scene makes my heart drop every time I see it. Anyways, Mel Gibson does not get the credit he deserves for this movie. Living in the wake of his wife’s death, and the impending end of the world, he becomes completely broken and loses all faith. The final ten minutes of the movie, when Gibson realizes that everything happens for a reason, makes me wish I could have a similar experience. I never will, and I know that it’s only a movie, but it still sends chills down my spine.
And now comes one of my favorite/terrifying events in my life. Unless it’s the week of the fair, there isn’t a lot to do during the summer months in Indiana. We have to make fun. So when it’s midnight on a random summer day and Courtney, Corey, Kayla and I are laying in Courtney’s room doing nothing, prank phone calls sound like a damn good idea! Courtney decides we should call her co-worker, who Corey and I have never met, and whose name I can’t remember. Anyways, Corey wanted to be the pranker, so he *67s his number, and absolutely tears into him. After about six different calls, Corey finally convinced him to meet us in an empty parking lot in the middle of the night to fight. Originally, I don’t think we were actually going to meet him. But then, I got to incredible idea to double prank this kid, and tell him that someone had bee calling us and talking shit, telling us to meet them here to fight, thus making this kid think the pranker pranked us as well. Mind fuck, right? Anyways, Kayla stays back at Courtney’s house, and Court, Corey, and I go to meet this kid. After waiting in the parking lot for about half an hour, and calling this kids two or three more times asking why his pussy ass hadn’t shown up yet, he finally arrives. Courtney gets out of the car, and he and her talk, and everything seems to be going alright until he sees me in her car. He demands that Corey and I get out of the car, and proceeds to show us his deer hunting knife and guns that he brought to “fuck some people up”. I was absolutely terrified, and I think I can vouch for Courtney and Corey and say they were too. After about ten minutes of convincing him we were not the prankers, he told us how he was trippin’ on acid and didn’t really know what was going on, and he was ready to fuck someone up. It was about that time we finally got back to Court’s car, and got the fuck out of that situation. Later on in the night, after being threatened legal action, Courtney told him it was us. That prank got way out of hand, real fast. Lets just say I haven’t prank called anyone since.
The Westboro Baptist Church. They preach that “God” hates America because of the sins its people do on a consistent basis, mainly homosexuality. They say that’s why soldiers die, and disasters happen. They picket soldier’s and high publicized funerals. Talk about the absolute scum of the Earth. Fred Phelps and all of his followers better pray that God doesn’t exist, because if there is any type of higher power, they’re in for a longggg eternity.