Chapter: I'm Too Frustrated to Name This Post

I don't have many issues, if any. Those I do have are generally kept under control. Still, I manage to feel like utter worthless crap somedays strictly out of the blue. Maybe it's not so random seeing as I've educated myself enough to know that any kind of happiness or pleasure is from an over casted plague of complacency we are all victims to. Sounds rough, but is there really any other way to put it? What's the point of sugar coating anything nowadays? It's as if we are asking to be kept under this veil of ignorance. Sure, ignorance is bliss, without any doubt, but is it a blissful feeling realizing we are all mindless drones being pushed through some sort of system under the illusion of free will? It's unsettling when we fully comprehend it. Why is it so hard to succeed? Better yet, why is it so much easier to sit down and watch a movie, rather than focus that attention towards something I don't know productive, fulfilling. I could go on to mention my disdain towards people after reading several posts on Facebook and twitter, but then I would have to call myself a hypocrite. I find myself stuck deep inside some funk that has got me tied down by every hair on my body. Or at least it feels that way. I feel lazy and distracted to do what I love. I step outside of my body and try to witness myself from a different perspective, and I think that is what has me in this bitter mood. I'm under a content facade that living like this is ok. But when I go to correct myself, the most random weight sits itself on my body and it's as if I am physically incapable to do something. At all. So I lay on my bed falling right back into a hole of expediency.

So here I am. Typing and still not doing. I could say a lot more, but I won't.

Chapter: Whose There?

Let's recap. Jimmy and I came across this house that looked perfectly fine from the roof down, and rather destroyed from the roof up. Last Friday, we, along with Lety and Frandiego, decided to go searching for it again. We failed. We tried again on Saturday with Gustavo. Success! Then we all went again later on to investigate. It was pouring outside and the quality isn't great, but here it is..


No one was there. Good, or else that would have been a tad strange. The inside was all burned so turns out it was a fire, bummer. I was expecting something more exciting.

Chapter: Knock, Knock?

Scenario: We're hopelessly driving around trying to find this dance studio, to get Jimmy's radio. We enter this little neighborhood, all quiet, nice and peaceful. Suddenly, BAM! We come across this house...We have no idea what could have possibly happened to this house. So we came up with various theories and explanations:
1. Two fire balls from God knows where came out of no where and struck the house. Resulting in the massive holes on the roof. (Jimmy)
2. Aliens came and attempted to abduct. It may or may not have been successful. We chose not to enter the house to investigate.
3. The people that lived there became super humans and flew out of their house, and never came back.
4. Struck by lightening, twice.
5. Could have been a simple fire, but where's the fun in that.

Crazy, right? Any ideas?