Get down with the sickness.

Now, I've always despised chain messages and those who create them, but this one's just sick:

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Repost as-"WHO DID YOU LIKE FIRST!
who did u like first?

don't stop reading you will regret it!
girl meets a boy on a messenger


crazy1 86: hey baby!!!


h0tNsPiCy91: who is this???


crazy1 86: ur secret admirer!!!!!


h0tNsPiCy91: oh really.... quit lyin! who is this???


crazy1 86: i loved u the first time a stared in your eyes...


crazy1 86: i think about u everyday... you are my dream come true.

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crazy1 86: we met once! i dont think u remember tho.


crazy1 86: i cut myself because the pain takes away my feelings of u.


crazy1 86: u will see me sometime tonight....


h0tNsPiCy91: ..WHO IS THIS!?!?!?


crazy1 86:dont worry.... ill take very good care of you...


crazy1 86 had signed off.

The girl was so scared she locked all her doors and windows. She made sure her room was secured. She wasn't sure if it was a joke or for real. She didn't know when he was going to come. The girl was so frightened she decided to sleep with her little sister. The girl dozed off quickly.

Then she heard a knock on the window. The girl slowly walked to the window. It started knocking louder. The girl looked through the windows and saw nothing... just some of the tree branches. The girl went back to bed with her sister. The bed was wet and had a pretty horrid smell. Maybe her sister wet the bed... the girl checked and found blood everywhere. The girl panicked. She didn't know what to do. She ran and hid in the closet in case the killer was there for her. While looking through the cracks of the closet the girl saw a shadow. It was dark, so she couldn't figure out who it was. She started to get more frightened. The shadow crept closer to the closet. The girl closed her eyes as if it was a dream. Then suddenly he opened the closet door and pulled her out.

Her parents found her dead the next morning. She was completely skinned and hanging in her sister's closet. The younger sister was also found skinned and dead.

PART 2...

Two years after the Smith sisters deaths, the parents had a baby boy. The girl's room became a guest room and the little sister's room where the murder took place became the baby's room. The baby grew up to be a successful kid.

One night he was on the computer and received an instant message.


h0tNsPiCy91: Hey lil bro!!!


2seXay4u: Who the eff is this?


h0tNsPiCy91: It's your big sis.


2seXay4u: I never had a sister. I'm an only child.


2seXay4u: This is some kinda joke, huh?


h0tNsPiCy91: Mom and dad never told you?


h0tNsPiCy91: I died 15 years ago with your other older sister.


h0tNsPiCy91: We were murdered in your room which was once my little sister's room. She was killed in bed when I was sleeping. I was killed in the closet and skinned to death.


2seXay4u: Quit lying. I never had a sister. If I did my parents would have told me. Whatever. Your stupid.


h0tNsPiCy91: You don't believe me? Well if you wanna look in your closet floor.


h0tNsPiCy91: I carved my name and the time and date I was being murdered. Then I carved my little sister's name.


h0tNsPiCy91: If you don't believe me little brother check the internet. Google on '' Smith sisters murdered anonymously ''.


h0tNsPiCy91: I gtg little brother. I love you and mom and dad soo much. I can't believe they kept us a secret from you.




The boy checked the closet. He saw the carvings. Was it true? He surfed the internet and information was there about the anonymous murder in the house. The next morning the boy went downstairs. It was so quiet. Maybe his parents were sleeping. Hours later the boy found his parents in their closet skinned and hanged. Then he found more carvings on the ground. They said ''I TOLD YOU I WASN'T LYING LITTLE BROTHER, I LOVED MOM AND DAD.... BUT THEY KEPT ME A SECRET. I CAN'T BELIEVE IT. WELL I'M FREE FROM THIS COLD WORLD, I WON'T HURT YOU LIKE I HURT THEM. I LOVE YOU!"

- LISA SMITH

This is a death chain letter. If you don't repost this in the next hour, the parents will kill you at night. They will kill you!

DON'T BELIEVE ME? LOOK IT UP IN GOOGLE!

Repost as-"who did you like first?"

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Mum joked that she'd have to add that to her "to do" list. I just hope that this doesn't cause a new fad in chain mail. I've been though a few: first "they will donate a few cents to my sick child for every time this is passed on. IF YOU DON'T PASS THIS ON YOU HAVE NO HEART!!!!", then troop prayer wheels (three things I disagree with in one!), then "(IM company) is ending its free service. If you pass this on, your account won't be deleted," and now just quizzes that promise a few years of bad whatever they're about. But I can't imagine daily death threats.

Why not?

After a bumpy start, our new homestay is now just fine. You see, for the first few days we were tormented by mum's boyfriend's son, who would have the TV or conversations at full--or possibly higher--volume blaring until at least midnight, allowing us in the next room only a few hours of sleep. That, compounded with some other things, made our stay a living Hell. But now, after we had a discussion, it is quite alright.
I now take my dog, Ivan, for daily walk lasting multiple hours. We have given away five of our original nine liveborn pups, leaving one, Coco, to give away--I often walk her as well. We will keep three: my Ivan, my brother's Pepper, and mum's Bear. All of these pups are living in a kennel in this house, along with their dog, Max.
In sad news, Blog City is ending its free service. At the end of the year, my account will be locked. That was one of my favourite blogs! Oh, well.

Thursday, May 31, 2007: Perfect.

Well, mum hasn't payed the electric bill. for the moment, we're staying at her boyfriend's house. She spends when she is depressed--and she's never been good at finances. So the pups are at home, and we're going to put them in a kennel here, once we get it cleaned out.

But, on the bright side, school is out. I've gotten a Spanish four book to study. Come autumn, I'll be ready for AP.

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

School is winding down. I've had no homework as of late, the water is warming, and my classes are having me study for finals to which I already know all of the answers. And, furthermore, they are advertising graduation services. One pervasive one is a baccalaureate. A Christian prayer service for graduation. The annoying part is that along with simple posters, it has been in the morning update, and was a major announcement today over the intercom. And not in the secular language you would expect from a government institute--well, not expect, but rather what should be. At any rate, it was a large announcement about how this "reasserts the importance of the Lord." Now, I think that this shouldn't even be held at the school--let the student's churches take care of their religion, you know? But this is ridiculous.
But off of that dismal subject. An interesting anecdote from lunch: one of the people from my table was interviewing people for the German class paper. He asked the non-German-speaking members of our table questions in German, to which we responded in English. The funniest answers got in the paper. I had some interesting ones: Question:[I have lost my spirit. Where is it?] Answer: "I myself prefer chicken." Question:[What would you do if there were no air?] Answer: "Last Tuesday." I ended up understanding one completely, and another almost. For the most part, though, I couldn't understand them, no matter how many times I had him repeat it.