Below are the 11 most recent journal entries recorded in Willie's LiveJournal:

Tuesday, November 4th, 2008
10:18 pm	PRESIDENT BARACK OBAMA Thought for the Day: Yes We Can! DEAR AMERICANS, WE DID IT! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! THE HOPE OF A SKINNY KID, WITH A FUNNY NAME DOES HAVE A PLACE IN AMERICA! we may have just set off fireworks on my front steps... LOVE, WILLIE Current Mood: ecstatic Current Music: McCain's Concession Speech (14 Comments |Comment on this)
2:50 pm	Thought for the Day: YES WE CAN! VOTE TODAY! TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 4th YES WE CAN! GO VOTE. RIGHT NOW. QUIT WASTING TIME ON LJ AND VOTE! Current Mood: quixotic Current Music: Obama Is Here - Ludacris (20 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, October 21st, 2008
11:30 am	Stranger In A Strange World Thought for the Day: People won't be people when they hear this sound that's been glowing in the dark at the edge of town. No, the people won't be people when they hear this sound. Won't you show me what begins at the edge of town? Whatever brought you to this moment, wherever or however or in whatever form you’ve found these words, this is your last chance to turn back. Go check your email, or look at pictures of kittens or something. Log off and erase the history list from your browser. Do this and maybe — maybe you’ll be able to go back to the life you used to live. I can't guarantee that. But I can guarantee that if you don't stop now, if you don't give up on the idea of reading what you're not supposed to read, learning things you're not supposed to learn, and (sooner or later) seeing things you're not supposed to see, you're bound to reach the point of no return. You'll reach it sooner than you expect, too. Then you won't be able to live in the same world that everyone else does. You'll want to - God how you'll want to - but it won't be possible. This is your final warning. ( Read more... ) Current Mood: thoughtful Current Music: Miss Independent - Ne-Yo (Comment on this)
Saturday, September 20th, 2008
8:33 pm	Things That Go Bump In The Night... Part 2 Thought for the Day: Fairy Tales are more than true; not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten. I can't describe my emotions as my mother carried Mittens body away from me. My heart was broken to the point where I could only sit and weep. And I knew, absolutely knew that the creature would come for me that very night. None of my friends could distract me from my pain, and my mother couldn't offer me any solace. I was painfully alone. All the research I had done, all the karate classes, all the games of football hadn't given me the confidence to take on the creature at my window. It took until dusk for me to realize my only chance at making it through the night. As the last bloodred rays of sunlight crawled across the horizon, I silently went into the living room, where my mother had put Mittens in a shoe box to be taken care of the next day. Kneeling reverently before him, I took his dark blue collar off him with all the grace I could summon. I distinctly remember seeing my tears fall upon his soft, black fur. As the sound of his little metal name tag softly clinking on his collar's bell softly filled the air around me, I felt a great calm overtake me. Relic in hand, I went to my room and closed the door behind me. Unlike most nights, I didn't change into my pajamas. I didn't plan on getting much sleep done. I crawled into bed, shoes and all and waited. Eventually I must have dozed off, because I woke up with a start when I first heard the sounds outside my window. It was a dry, hoarse sound, low and rhythmic. It took me a second to realize what it was. Laughter. That thing was laughing at me. Laughing because I no longer had my protector. Laughing because after all these years, it could get to me. Because now I was vulnerable. Now it could use those terrifying teeth on me. It was right, and I didn't know anything I could do to stop it. I clutched Mittens collar, shook and wept and resisted the urge to pull the covers over my head. I watched in horror as it used those gnarled fingers to to rip my screen off and hoist itself into the window. My mind raced in panic as it softly jumped to the floor beside my bed and leaned over me. Its eyes wide, mouth hanging open in a smile. It smelled like hot, moist, rotting meat. I recoiled as saliva dripped off the creatures jagged, mismatched teeth onto my sheets. It slowly dropped its hands to my shoulders, and opened its mouth wider. With a yell I lashed out. Collar in hand, I punched the creature straight in the mouth. It wasn't part of a desperate attack plan, but it was an act of desperation. My fist, and in turn the tag that said my deceased cats name and phone number connected solidly with its leathery, bloated face. The metal tag burned into the creatures face and sent it reeling. My karate classes, and all those days playing football at the park came back to me and ichor, spit and teeth went flying across the room as I engaged in a panic-fueled offensive. The creature howled in pain and surprise as I pounded my fists and feet into it and responded by raking me across the chest with its chipped and broken fingernails. Finally, with an unearthly screech that I will never forget, it turned and leapt through the window, back into the night from which it came. Try explaining that to your mom when she comes flying into your room a minute later to see what the hell was causing all the noise. I took a nice trip to the hospital for two weeks after that. Everyone thought I was crazy, and if I hadn't experienced it myself, I would have said so too. As soon as I got home, I scoured my room and found four mismatched teeth. To this day I wear them on a necklace, you've seen me with it, but I never told anyone where I got it. Eventually though, life moved on, to some extent. We moved away from that house not long after. I made friends, went to school and eventually even, met you. I always kept my eyes open thouh, you see, once you notice that the things that go bump in the night are real, the world seems a little different to you. When the shadows grow long and the sun sets, you start to see things from a changed perspective. That big dog howling up at the moon seems much more mysterious. The house that everyone says is haunted appears a little more sinister. That weird looking guy staring at you in the coffee shop seems less perverted and slightly more malicious. The stories on tv about people who have gone missing make you wonder in muted terror. And of course, cats that seem a little different, they stand out a little bit more than normal. It was only when I moved out and started to live by myself did I start to wake up in the middle of the night. Wondering. Staring out the windows. For weeks I lost sleep, just staring out the window, watching the wind blow across the lawn. Then one night I saw them. Three of them. Their pale skin, and hunched frames, lurking in the dark across the street. They were staring at me. One smiled widely and winked at me. It took me a second to realize it was missing a couple teeth. Teeth I happened to be wearing as a trophy. Each night I watched as they crept around the house and scoped the place out. I lost more and more sleep. I stopped eating. I stopped going to my classes at the University. I stopped bothering to call in sick to work. Finally it was too much, I had to do something. That's when I called you. When you said one of the kittens at your house seemed brighter than the others I decided to check it out. I think it saved my life. The first night I took her home and named her Cortana, was the night the creature came back. And it brought its friends with it. But this time, I wasn't kid. When the creature that haunted my childhood came smashing through the glass of my bedroom window that night, followed closely by two others, I was standing there waiting for them. With cold determination I waited there as they approached me, their intent written between their eyes and their teeth. The one with the missing teeth coiled itself and was preparing to pounce when from out behind my back I drew Cortana, who was sitting in the palm of my hand. The look on the face of my would be attackers was priceless. They drew back in fear. Cortana simply cocked her head to the side as if curious, and meowed. The creatures scrambled back out the window in a heartbeat. Cortana is a wonderful cat to have. She's still a little kitten, but sometimes another side to her shows for a minute. I'm sure you know what I'm talking about. She keeps an eye on things during the night so I can sleep in peace, and not pieces. Besides, I have other, scarier things to worry about in the dark nowadays, and they aren't afraid of cats. Long days and pleasant nights Stephany. I hope your new job at that law firm goes well. Hopefully I'll get a chance to see you soon. WP Current Music: Future Proof - Massive Attack (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, September 16th, 2008
10:59 pm	Things That Go Bump In The Night.... Part One Thought for the Day: Fairy Tales are more than true; not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten. Dear Stephany, I hope everything is going just fine for you. I'll let you know, that Cortana is just fine, she's grown from a little ambitious kitten into quite the pampered house cat over the past few months. I think she misses you. She still loves to drag that stupid little pink mouse with the bell around and leave it right where I'm going to step on it. It's okay though, she keeps me company through the long nights. I'm not sure how to even explain how much you giving her away means to me. I guess I should probably explain from the beginning. When I was little, we were too poor (or my mom was too uncaring to get one) for me to have a teddy bear. We did have a cat that had a couple kittens. We gave most of the kittens away, and the momma kitten took off right after the little kitties were born. We did keep one of them, though. He was all black, with long fur, a white chin, and white paws. To this day I've only ever seen one other cat with quite so many whiskers, and eyes that shine so brightly. We named him Mittens on account of his paws. Cliche, I know, but hey, I was a little kid. Just about every picture of me between the ages of three and thirteen is of me dragging this cat around with me. Mittens was my best friend, saviour and favorite toy all rolled into one. I suppose this story really starts the first night I slept alone in my room with the door closed. Obviously, Mittens was locked in the room with me. I was excited, this was a big part of growing up for me. I was a big boy and I didn't need a night light or my door open or anything. All I needed was Mittens and I would be just fine. Six year olds, afterall aren't noted for their intelligence. Eventually the excitement wore off and I managed to fall asleep, like I always did, hugging Mittens close to me. I don't remember what time it was when I woke up. I don't even think I had a clock in my room at that point, I just relied on adults to tell me when to get up and get dressed or whatever else was required of me. I felt like I woke up from a nightmare, afraid that something was trying to get me, but I don't recall any actual dream that night. I do remember, very vividly, that Mittens wasn't sleeping on my bed when I woke up. I looked around the room for him, he wasn't on the book case by the door, or the desk by the window, and he wasn't by my toys. The door was still closed so he couldn't have left. After looking around I finally turned my gaze towards the window. There was something there. Staring at me. Its face wasn't human. Its was too long, too narrow. Ears placed too far back and pointed, not curved like a persons. Its nose was almost flat against its face, and its mouth, its mouth was the worst, filled with these grotesque, rotting fangs. And worse of all, it was smiling. Smiling at me. I will never forget that smile as long as I live. I've seen it countless times since that first night, but the first time was the most scary. Thinking about it still gives me a chill. So as its staring at me, it reaches a creepy, gnarled paw up towards the window and points one wrinkled finger at me. Pointed at me and nodded its head with that terrifying grin on its face. Then it started to wiggle the screen loose from the window, trying to get in. To my credit, I didn't wet the bed. Though I was frozen in place with fear. Luckily for me, Mittens wasn't. Out from under my bed he jumped up to the desk right next to the window, ears pressed flat against his head, raised his paw in the air as if to attack and hissed loudly at the creature outside. With a noticeable look of shock on its face, the creature jumped back and took off, running away from my window and out of sight. Mittens watched it run away, then hopped over to my bed and sat down next to me. At that moment, I managed to do what any rational person would do. I screamed. I screamed like only a small child can. A call that awakens adults from their slumber and motivates within them some primal instinct to see what's wrong. In a short amount of time, my mom came rushing into the room to see what was wrong. She wiped hot tears off my face and eventually got me to calm down and somehow or another I managed to fall back asleep, Mittens still at my side. No one believed me, of course. All kids see monsters. The creature came back, from time to time, but my loveable and stalwart kitty was always there with me. Eventually, as I got older, I began to take a special interest in things that go bump in the night. Getting older has some benefits, like being able to do research on mysteries and legends. And getting your mom to sign you up for karate classes after school. And being able to go down to the park and play football and get tough playing with the highschoolers. Time does have its drawbacks too. Eventually, Mittens passed away. It was probably the saddest moment of my life. And the scariest. Because I knew, as I held him in my arms that fateful day, that the creature would be outside my window that night, and Mittens wasn't going to be able to stop it from getting in anymore. To be continued... This story is being submitted. Response? Please? Current Mood: sick Current Music: Anderson Cooper 360 (9 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, September 5th, 2008
11:14 am	Now That The RNC Is Over With... Thought for the Day: Back to our regularly scheduled broadcast. YES WE CAN! Current Mood: quixotic Current Music: Multiply - Xzibit (Comment on this)
Thursday, February 14th, 2008
5:31 pm	Wintersbite III Thought for the Day: Happy Valentine's Day... Dedicated to Linnea, my sweet Valentine... It had snowed all day. Finally, as night fell, the snowfall slowed and the storm seemed to be moving on. Mitch found everything about this evening mesmerizing. How the snow glittered and sparkled as it fell, soft and sweetly from the heavens. It covered the ground in a rich and deep white blanket. He was enchanted by the way it lay upon the branches of trees and bushes. In his mind it gave a majestic quality to the world, a beauty unmatched by anything... anything except, of course, Emily. She was beautiful in a way he had never encountered before. Her long, blond hair had a hypnotizing quality to it, and when matched with her ice blue eyes, it gave her a spellbinding quality he had never seen before in his life. Their past two dates had left him stunned, not a conscious hour had past he did not think of her. Tonight, their third date, on Valentine's Day no less, was meeting for hot chocolate and then a simple walk through the park. "This is a pretty romantic setting for Valentine's Day", she says. "Isn't it though?" he replies as they wrap their arms around each other. Together as one they look up towards the sky as the last few snowflakes fall and the clouds begin to disperse, revealing a full moon high above them. It shone down on them and the freshly fallen snow, giving it a luminous, dreamlike quality. "Hey, my little valentine", she says in a sweet voice, turning to face him, "Have you ever howled at the full moon?" He laughs for a second, and then sees the way her eyes have lightened up with excitement, and replies, "No, do... do I... do I look like a wolf or something?" Her faces contorts into a face of shock, as if he had slapped her. "I think you should howl at the moon for me", she says coldly. His confusion was only matched by how ridiculous her request sounded. Mitch found himself completely unable to respond. He gave her a concerned and quizzical look, as though she was speaking a different language. Her blue eyes seemed to come alive with electricity and anger. "Howl. At the moon. For me." His confusion grew. "What? I... I don't...Why do you... Why are you so insiste-" He didn't get a chance to finish his bumbling effort to glean more information on what she was talking about as he caught a blur of her arm lashing out towards him. He barely felt the impact, but certainly noticed the effect it had on him as he twirled around and landed heavily in the snow. His mouth filled with a metallic taste, blood, he realized, and cold snow. Above him, he heard a disturbing sound, like the sound of velcro being pulled apart mixed with someone screeching their nails on a chalkboard. He desperately rolled over, completely confounded by what was going on. His mind was reeling. Had this girl lost her mind? Had he lost his? This made no sense. He looked up at her and couldn't believe his eyes. Where she had stood before was a hulking creature, illuminated in the moonlight. Her clothes lay shredded on the snow all around her, or tattered hanging from her. Thick hair covered her. He didn't even recognize her face until he saw her eyes. Those shining blue eyes remained on a face that seemed to belong more to a dog or a wolf than the woman he had been willing to give his heart to only a minute ago. "Now you're going to howl at the moon for me, my sweet little valentine. I'm going to make sure you do." She spoke with the same voice, even though her body was something entirely different. Overhead, the moon cast its light down upon them. And there, amidst the glittering and sparkling snow, Mitch screamed into the night. Current Mood: loved Current Music: Fall Back Into My Life - Amber Pacific (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, January 23rd, 2008
6:16 pm	Wintersbite II Thought for the Day: Bright as the full moon... Do animals bite more during a full moon? Retrospective observational analysis British Medical Journal, Dec 23, 2000 by Chanchal Bhattacharjee, Peter Bradley, Matt Smith, Andrew J Scally, Bradley J Wilson The word "lunacy" is derived from Luna, the Roman goddess of the moon, and from the belief that the power of the moon can cause disorders of the mind. The effect of the phases of the moon on human nature and behaviour is well documented; some studies show positive aspects of the association and some show negative aspects. Crime, crisis incidence, human aggression, human births, and traffic accidents are all positively correlated with the phases of the moon. Some articles have suggested that the full moon has no influence on human insanity, alcohol intake, drug overdose, trauma, or the volume of patients in emergency departments.[7-11] We are not aware, however, of any correlation between the full moon and injury to humans by animals. In ancient mythology the day of the full moon was a day for driving away misfortune and evil. We aimed to determine if any pattern exists of animal attacks on humans during a full moon. We collected data on new patients attending the accident and emergency department at Bradford Royal Infirmary during 1997 to 1999 after being bitten by an animal; the data came from the department's computer database, which records information on all new admissions. We calculated the total number of patients in each calendar month and then distributed this number according to the days of the lunar months. We then compared the total numbers of patients on each day of each lunar month. All human and insect bites were excluded from our study. According to the definition of a full moon (the middle day in the 29.531-day lunar cycle), we divided the lunar month into 10 periods, with the first nine periods having three days and the last one having two . The model we used in our statistical analysis accommodated this difference in days. Data were then analysed by using Stata software (Stata Corporation, College Station, Texas, USA). We used a Poisson log linear model, with period of the moon as a categorical independent variable, and modelled the number of bites on this single factor. Cumulative incidence (number of patients reporting bites) for the 10 periods and also for each lunar day, was then analysed. Significance was set at a P value of [is less than] 0.05. Results: There were 37 full moon days and one blue moon day (see box) from 1 January 1997 to 31 December 1999. In all, 1621 new patients were been bitten by animals (56 cat bites (3.4%), 11 rat bites (0.7%), 13 horse bites (0.8%), and 1541 dog bites (95.1%)). The highest numbers of bites were on or around full moon days. The incidence of animal bites in period 5 (time of full moon) was significantly higher than the incidence in the other periods in the lunar cycle (V [is less than] 0.001; V=0.002 for period 4). When we excluded period 5, the incidence of bites in period 4 was also significantly higher than the incidence in all other periods except period 10. The rise in incidence seemed to accelerate therefore a few days before a full moon, peaking sharply on the day of the full moon before falling away rapidly to rate that was about half the rate at full moon. In our study we showed that an association exists between the lunar cycles and changes in animal behaviour and that animals' propensity to bite humans accelerates sharply at the time of a full moon. Further experiments are needed to verify our hypothesis. Few other studies have correlated the influence of the full moon with behaviour of animals or insects. One article has suggested that the predatory activity of mites is significantly depressed during a full moon.[12] The moon, ever present, will continue to influence different aspects of nature and humans. More studies are therefore needed to explore lunar effects on animals, especially their propensity to bite humans. ? Current Mood: exhausted (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, January 20th, 2008
1:47 am	Winter's Bite Part I Thought for the Day: May you have warm words on a cold evening, a full moon on a dark night and a smooth road all the way to your door. I dedicate this next story to Linnea. I think of her every night when I look up at the stars. Sweetie, even though you can't read this, I miss you and wait with heavy heart for you to be back in my arms again soon. I got my sights set on you and I'm ready to aim I have a heart that will never be tamed I knew you were something special When you spoke my name Now I can't wait to see you again I've got a way of knowing when something is right I feel like I must have known you in another life Cause I felt this deep connection when you looked in my eyes Now I can't wait to see you again The last time I freaked out I just kept looking down I st-st-stuttered when you asked me what I'm thinking about Felt like I couldn't breath You asked what's wrong with me My best friend Lesley said "Oh she's just being Miley" The next time we hang out I will redeem myself My heart it can't rest till then I can't wait to see you again I got this crazy feeling, deep inside When you called and asked to see me tomorrow night I'm not a mind reader but I'm reading the signs That you can't wait to see me again Current Mood: thankful (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, August 18th, 2007
12:33 am	The Road Goes Ever On Thought for the Day: Men are so simple, and so much creatures of circumstance, that the deceiver will always find someone ready to be deceived. It's a dangerous business, going out of your door. You step into the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to. Props to everyone (and I do mean ALL of you) who came to the going away party. I've never ran out of food before. Seriously more people than my graduation party. Leave me your address, and I'll send you something. I'm off to Central America! Keep it real til I get back. See ya in December, space cowboys... Current Mood: excited Current Music: Give Me One Reason - Tracy Chapman (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, September 29th, 2005
4:19 pm	A Brand New Friends Only Journal Friends Only Comment and give me one good riddle. If it is not good, you will not be added. You have one chance at this, so I'd reccomend not fucking up. Seriously. I have no interest in getting 70some people on my friends list. If you can't come up with a good one, you lost all your chances. (Comment on this)