jericho 1996

written in one day, by myself. that day is today, july 28, 2021. it was a lot of fun. very momentous. based on real life, with interludes from my very short and satisfying life. i did not get permission from anyone for any of the works used or referenced in this work, or any of the copyright or legal or whatever material. *paints a red target on myself*

Jericho 1996

The scene opens on a picture of the track and field connecting Jericho Senior Middle and High School on track practice. There’s the quiet sound of a slightly sick girl breathing. She is sitting in the middle of the field while 3 track stars prepare to run the 100m. She has a sketch pad proped up on her lap, and she is drawing a picture of the atheltes warming up, even though they are moving quite fast. Another girl comes up to her and says some stuff to her, and even compliments the drawing. The girl says thanks, as the picture’s ambience (sounds of the horses in the field behind the school and the birds and the students fades into New York State of Mind or Vienna).
The girl’s pencil breaks, and she runs a hand through her hair. “Oy vey, what am I going to do?” She starts to rummage through her bag, when someone picks her up by the arm.
“Come oN!Our heat is up.” She quickly drops her pencil and pad and stands up with the assistance of the girl. “Thanks.” says our protagonist. The girls get to stretching for their race then lining up as the next set of lyrics take place.
-The year is Jericho class born in 1996 to 1997. Even though the film you’re watching is called Jericho 1996, the actual year is 2015. Oddly enough, the girl you’re watching has her middle name as Jericho, though you won’t be calling her by that. Let’s know her as Billy Jean. And yes, that is a reference to Michael Jackson.-

-billy joel lyrics-
/Slow down you crazy child
You’re so ambitious for a juvenile
But then if you’re so smart tell me,
Why are you still so afraid? (mmmmm)”
The music fades into the bg slightly as the screen goes through a speed up time warp or something (idk, but instagram was out so it’s possible,) and the girls are lined up for the race. All 6 spots of the heat are filled, and the gun goes off. All 6 girls break into a sprint for 100 meters, and our character places in third.
“Where’s the fire, what’s the hurry about?
You better cool it off before you burn it out
You got so much to do and only
So many hours in a day (Ay)

But you know that when the truth is told
That you can get what you want
Or you can just get old” the music comes back into full swing after the race. Then the rest of the scene is the girl talking with some of her friends and pointing out whoever the ‘love interest’ (red herring) will be. He or she lines up at the starting mark and prepares for a run, only to get duped by the real love interest (who is the one actually running in third place of the first heat).
“You’re gonna kick off before you even get halfway through (Oooh)
When will you realize… Vienna waits for you?

Slow down you’re doing fine
You can’t be everything you want to be before your time
Although it’s so romantic on the borderline tonight (tonight)

Too bad, but it’s the life you lead
You’re so ahead of yourself that you forgot what you need
Though you can see when you’re wrong
You know you can’t always see when you’re right (you’re right)

You got your passion, you got your pride
But don’t you know that only fools are satisfied?
Dream on, but don’t imagine they’ll all come true (Oooh)
When will you realize… Vienna waits for you?”
(the race should break off somewhere in the last two verses as the coaches tally up the speeds and prepare for the second race.)

The introduction scene starts to fades out. -Yup, that’s all of Billy Jean’s life. Life’s not very interesting in this small Long Island suburb, but hey. This year’s going to get to be the most intersting place to be, so you may as well strap in for the so called golden age. As for me, I’m just a kid who came after the prosperity. I can’t even say I fit the name of our school. I was just a fan, excited to join in on some of the run.-
The camera zooms out onto the girl speaking, who winks at the camera in the mirror before the video is revealed to be a hortizonally taken youtube video. She flips the camera to the vetical angle and giggles, before clicking the ending of the recording video.

The main girl takes out a letter she sealed in the 2nd grade. She opens it up and reads it. The letter says the following.
“Dear me. I only have one goal before I have to study in my junior year. I have to get a famous picture or photo, the kind that shakes up the whole world.
Danielle Jean-Rousseu”
That’s her name. Danielle Jean-Rousseu. We all call her Billy Jean, but to be fair, she did introduce herself that way. She actually moved here the year she wrote that letter.

The next day, she has to be in chorus, when all of a sudden her name is announced is to represent the school by the main teacher. She says “ok” and then goes to do whatever that entails. Idk personally.
Maybe the rest of the scenes go in this call and responce kind of fashion. She continues to draw in a veritcal video clipped to the top left of the screen, erasing and penciling in on the sketch as the progress of the movie continues.

She gets invited to a Halloween party, dresses as a pumpkin, has a drink splashed on her, then cries a bit to her friend before our love interest gives her an extra shirt or something. She thanks him, uses it to dab her clothing, and has a bit of an awkward conversation about whether she should wash it and return it to him or then take it home. He tells her to keep it, and they share a moment in the party. Someone does a jump from the roof (will ask Meghna about the details of that wild party) and then the moment breaks. Her bestie pulls her away from her love interest, and the three of them travel to the backyard to see whatever actually happened.

The three of them go to celebrate by watching a Broadway show for her birthday with like 5 or 6 extra people, and they all celebrate by going to a restaurant right across the street from Broadway before going to see the show. The top left girl stops sketching and leaves her room, before emerging into the screen as one of the girls who goes to the party with them. Our main protaganist seats her next to her with the best friend at the left. The scene fades out with the lead of the show singing the opening lines.

~Intermission~ on screen is the November food party -Friendsgiving-, with some people coming and others not. it’s a really large affair. The narrator (myself) was not invited to any of them and did not attend, having family obligations, so the whole thing proceeds without dialogue.

The scene comes back on all the girls cheering for the show, and the two guys they dragged along pretending to look disinterested, but fairly pleased. There are references to the fall play, and the whole group breaks into giggles at their group’s designated target (who isn’t there). -Don’t worry if you feel bad for her. She’s got her own life, and I’m not entirely sure she thinks that highly of our clique, group, gang, whatever.-
the characters all ride back home on the lirr, talking with each other good naturedly.
Bad karma. She is talking to the airtist in the corner on her phone.
The artist So what you’re saying is there is bad karma and good karma
Protaganist Yup.
The artist And good karma is when you do something nice for creatures.
Protagnist Yup. And when ou follow the spritual path.
The artist So letting the bug fly out the window is good karma.
Protaganist Yes madam or sir.
The artist Haha. Funny. And bad karma is when you do something mean or cruel.
Protaganist In a nutshell.
The artist And you’re a self proclaimed bad girl.
Protaganist Ooo, SAT word. Yes, yes I am.
The artist laughs through the speaker. The two of them continue to talk.
She hangs up.

The artist walks off the screen of the top left and into the room of the protaganist. The protaganist starts crying, and the artist approaches her and hugs her.
“Why did she have to die?”
“I don’t know.”

the scene ends.
next scene.

about half of the whole school is wearing black, including the whole of their friend group. The rest of the colors are fairly muted, with some stickers referring to missing the girl who passed way. The artist in the top left hung something up on the camera to cover up some of the more colorful artworks on her wall.
Everything returns to normal in an instant, and even our protaganist finishes mourning in the appropriate time. It’s about the time for April Fools Day, and the protaganist gets to work with 4 other people to plan the party. Cue one trip to Party City.
Everyone reconvenes at the girl’s bedroom and they all decorate her room in celebration of what is to come. At the end of the affair everyone is exhausted, only some have a good time, and the protaganist tries to call the artist again, only to get no answer. The artist in her screen stubbornly looks at her phone, only to not answer for some meaninggul reason, and the protganist tries to leave the house, only to be too sick to climb out the window.

At the end of the scene, the girl realizes she has been paying tribute to a shrine which hasn’t even tried to hold her up, and leaves with the artist to go join some real friends and people who really care about her.
The phone rings on the protaganist’s side.
The artist You can be such a brat sometimes.
Protagaist What?
The artist You are a brat!
Protaganist Well you’re a basket case.
The artist Hey, that’s not very nice.
Protaganist It’s an insult, dipshit.
The artist You’re getting on my nerves
Protaganist It’s true though! Only crazy people draw.
The artist That’s terrible to say to me. I thought you cared.
Protaganist Well… not that much…
The artist Then that’s it then.
The artist hangs up the line and moves her drawing off the screen. -Yeah, the after argument is pretty comical. What a shame our leading lady doesn’t know she’s a condesending shit, huh?-

Then there’s testing season and it sucks for everyone. No one talks during it, and the pressure gets really high. Some kids take off from school because it gets that bad.
After testing season is over, the artist and the protaganist hug it out and make out in the artist’s backyard underneath the stars.
Protaganist Jupiter can be kind of ugly, ya know.
The artist Stop talking already!

The scene fades in on their scores returning. The seniors let out a cheer as some of the college results change around and they all get together and essentially figure out who is doing what for senior cut day and the whole works. The main character is pulled into some of these prematurely, along with a promposal, by her older brother.
She gets back with the artist once these (and all the future competitions until post graduation) are figured out. She ends her part in the year by taking a picture of all 50 or so people who were in the movie, including crew.
The next picture is a drawing of her standing at the front circle posing as the statue in front of the tree, with the school, the sun, and the moon all in the distance. It ends with the photo reaching 2,000,000 likes on Instagram.
screenplay me
music (by mention) billy joel


i stayed up too late tonight

so i was on quora and i was answering math questions and some…….

you know waht i’m really mad about? some guy will message me and try to get me to talk to him for whatever reason and it’s always the same type of character (kind of lonely looking for that Nice Girl, the One Who Will Give Them Hope And Complete Them) and I always find myself absolutely ruined by these sort of people because they expect me to take over all the responsibilities they don’t want for like a little piece of their time and love!!! I’m not like that!!! I enjoy reading Wikipedia articles and making men quake at my feet, I’m not interested in baloney games of tag or caatch or this suburban paradise where I would be some model woman with everything in order. Similar to Margo Spigelmann, sign me up to be washed up and 30 at some truckstop upstate New York, or for a life as some underachiever in the local fair or whatever. I’m just not that kind of person. And it’s just the desire of the man that throws me off. I don’t care for that kind of longing. I want someone who can answer my questions, however dumb or silly or ridiculous or untimely or whatever! At least the online fishing schemes are direct about the time wasted and the money spent and the bullshit they put you through!! There’s no fucking weird online dating coach or sleezy seminar giver there! JUST THE COLD HUMILIATION OF SOMEONE WHO DID THE INTERNET AND SPREAD OF INFORMATION BETTER THAN YOU!!!

god i’m really tired and i have to sit in a car for 3 hours tomorrow. woe is forking me. (i mean that i am woe and also being forked not in the sense that woe , a character, would be forking me, that’s not the interpreation i was intending for.)
ps i would consider it the greatest honor if someone chased me off a website for being terrible (again).

tldr; all i want to do is go crazy in peace and do some math problems and make some math problems. not play the dating game with men. no offense to men, some of you guys really make me laugh and are also appropriate to my Young Adult sensibilities (less rebellious now). and even the ones who i categorically dislike are still good company. peace. oh yeah also stop suffering.



Curtail me baby slowly
Fill my heart up with regret
Consume me baby please
With your heart up in your head
Embrace me baby slowly
Subsume me in your stead

the above file was from 2015 when I was still writing full fanfictions. Obviously it doesn’t make any sense, as none of my texts do.

i was trying to make a roblox clothing but idk how to upload it anywhere. i’m going to try to design a full outfit, shirt and pants. Maybe I’ll use some jeans texture on the internet… make my own pattern and texture… mmm…

See you later, fans!



A girl unaccompanied on the internet
What happens to girls when there is no one around and the world is a large, dark and vast place?

Chapter one. Desires.
We are all young at least once, and I am still young, so when I find myself texting alone in my room, I can feel the smallest bit of the freedom from my studies and my responsibilites. As a student, a sister, and a friend. My parents have to emphasize how to stick to one another, whose backs to watch out for, what stories to tell to people, and who to lie to and who to tell the truth.
But even with these guidelines, there are careful steps needed even to protect oneself. I am reminded of these during endless hours of running, kicking, setting, securing, even swimming, dancing, and otherwise. I actively make these plans to protect myself and the team, and it is fufilling, to say the least. But I find myself with this cold place in my heart that no one can warm up, a frosted coating… Yes, like the cereal.
It’s the jokes I make and the stories I tell when we have downtime that scare and also excite people to be around me. Honestly though? Even I have a hard time telling when I am making comedy or telling the truth. Maybe that’s a little haunting, (or too scary,) but that is simply who I am. Considering the hearts I’ve broken, or how little I know myself
Like any other person though, I can only do so many things. At night, when all the normal people on the coast are asleep, and there’s only Australians (or other psychos like me), dangerous information is exchanged. Who is naked tonight, who is tortured by their desires? Who is sick, who is guilty, who is free? Who can I save?
I’ve read reports and seen statistics on what is common to find in the world. I know it’s not entirely expected for me to be crazy over the darkest, ugliest, most intense, terrifying parts of the world. I know most girls don’t willingly keep hundreds of men on the line, or call places of work just to get a response, or even stay up late with men decades older then her. The level of justification even runs high among my relatives. There’s always a feeling that someday I’ll have to conform to society even more strictly than I already do.
So someday I’ll have to forget all these terrifying links and dark, small worlds… Someday, I’ll have to let go of my servers, my anonmyous handles, my pages and pages of facts and stats, the weapons I carry with me under the darkness of the moon. The jokes and the blue screens, the memes and the trusted faces, the … everything else. but that’s a distant future from today.
I log back into my username and resume texting one of the boys I know. My favorite age compared to mine is, “inappropriate.” Someone maybe a decade older, 8 years ideally. Someone who has his feet on the ground, whose already tasted the pleasures only really worth it (and legal) to the men older than I. Someone who can buy me things, lavish a bit of attention, who can tell me not to feel down, and that the terror of today won’t feel so bad in the future. Someone who can calm my nerves when I want to go back into the back, and who won’t scare me to death, the way I do to so many other people. Why should it be any shock this is the part of the world I’m attracted and drawn to??
It’s highly inappropriate that I even began speaking with this guy. He and I have been texting ever since I was younger, and I’ve always been barely able to keep up. That’s not exactly rare for me, but I was always incredibly intimidated by him. Plus, with my youth, I’m barely even allowed to travel, let alone say anything out of line. It’s already hard enough for me to string a real comphrehensible thought together, so I can’t often find myself sticking up for myself when I get into a lethal situation. More often than not, people try to make me simply behave according to a rule or standard, and I desperately hit the escape hatch rather than stay.
There’s no escape hatch here. The server is too big, and the fandom itself, too large. This man already has done so much with me, if anything got to a real authority, I would be in trouble so enmourous, there would be a never ending consequence. It would be even wrose than any petty jewelery theft. With that thought, I actually pause. This isn’t the first time I’ve been in a trap, but how do I escape one when it’s over the peversion of my body? When I pull too tightly, it squeezes on me, if I relax and let go, I am released. But this person already has information on me I cannoy afford anyone else to have, so I go further into the belly of the beast.
That is how I found myself locked up here, without anywhere else to go. With the money (and sanity) I’ve managed to collect by the fortune of being young and undisturbed by health and other wariness, I manage to make my way to the local train station and buy one ticket there, and then another for an airplane departing in several hours.
My bag is already packed, and my attempt to reclaim my prizes is ahead of me.

Chapter two. Attempts.
The journey to the station and the plane is quick and painless. I’ve already been to both before, on several occassions, with an adult in tow. It’s at the terminal I have my first realization that my disassociation on the traveling suddenly comes into play, and I find myself largely unaware of the experiences that proceed. I cannot tell you what it was like to be so alone in such a crowd, only that I could hardly make any noise that wasn’t covered up by the jets. Even if I screamed as if I were in a stadium, I hardly doubt anyone would react except a girl paid $23 to stand on her feet and smile when she gets someone to a different location.
It’s on the plane that I actively really notice the surroundings. That is mostly because of the change in altitude, but I wouldn’t want to bore you any more than I already have, so I’ll skip to the good part.
I arrived at the terminal.
I recieved my bags.
I checked into a hotel.
I slept the night there.
I did not buy a ticket home.

Despite my preplanning, forethought, fast reactions, and idealized experience, I was completely screwed when I woke up in a bed that I did not plan to see. I had gone downstairs to get a taste of the city below, but while unaware due to lack of experience, I found my legs taking me someplace I should not have gone. Some man grabbed my shortly thereafter and then the world turned to the darkness of the moon.

–transmission cut off–

Chapter 3
I used to tell my brothers stories when I was young. I have to remember good things and breathe heavily, so I don’t either choke or scare myself to death. I don’t know what to call the man who has a hold of me! A captor? A villian? Merely someone to escape from? should I even be thinking of escape? The prison isn’t physical, it’s a mental one, one I made on my own. In the real world, I’m eating someone else’s food, wearing this outfit, and holding back any excess emotions (though honestly I have very few of those). It’s still panic that I feel. He’s talking a lot to me about who I am, or what I need to tell him so he can report my absence to the authorities, but that I what I want the least! I manage to stutter out a lie about having great needs before he drops the worries.
I have to leave before the cops arrive. That’s the only pressing thought I have. I can’t meet them in a stituation like this, where I could have done wrong. I can’t let myself be seen that way. I know it is a part of being a normal person in a normal trap, but I need to go.
I quietly make my way out the room while he’s still talking on the phone, telling him I need to get some air.
It’s only when I reach the only window in this apartment, do I realise it’s too small to climb out, I need more air than this, so I head downstairs instead.
I’m reminded of all my other escape attempts from my personal life. Haha, yes, even I get to have those. The petty dramas and the horomones, the sweat and the stink, all the gross things no human deserves to face day in and day out. That one idea pushes me outside the door, and I am olly oxenfree to continue my exploration… Except that I’m not. The man who captured me has the doors locked in a way I cannot fix, and he approaches me from behind. It’s only then I realize most of the words out of his mouth have been lies.

Chapter 4
Well, that was certainly a way to do it. I suppose he thinks I’m a prositute or something. I probably am, based on what kind of objects I like, and what I’m standing here for.

Chapter 5

Chapter 6
Oh this is not an escapable situation, is it? When kidnapped, the only option is to hold tight and wait for someone to come get you. A PI opened the door before and talked very loudly about a girl (she? i never know the gender at first, or evern afterwards) who ran away from home. I wanted to crack a joke about police taping my room shut, but I didn’t manage to get a yell out from underneeth the floorboards, though I barely even recognized how I was placed there. It only even occurs to me the solution when I am either reviewing or have time to puzzle out a situation. Most often I find myself completely stumped at first, only to reread for clues later. The only clues here is that this man has held many women before. Maybe a trafficker?

Chapter 7
I wasn’t the only person who was this man’s target. Maybe I’m the only one doing the targetting, the betraying, or whatever else. Maybe it’s just me.

Chapter 8
Still waiting…
Still watiing…
Start worrying…
Start contemplating…
As I do these things, what little muscle in my brain turns to mush. It seems I am utterly helpless as I get undressed and spend my night doing the lewd things only a lover could do.
“I want to go home.” I suddenly feel surprised.
with the little might I have, I manage to get myself dressed and recompressed, wiping the blood clean off my hands. He’s recoiled, and he looks like he’s about to counter attack, so I rush him, knock him free, grab the keys, and sprint to the door. He collides into me, but I manage to wrangle myself loose and then open the door ot the hallway. I scream for help once and then the door slams shut again, and the nightmare continues.

Chapter 9
“Honestly, you could be a bit better about the threats.” Haha, even in this situation, I get to crack jokes? He’s taken me in a van to someplace, and he seems agitated. That is an incredibly bad sign. I manageed to slip a couple of papers about my location out his window though. Score one, myself, score 11, this guy. The van moves at an alarming pace.

Chapter 10
This set of digs is more shack, less apartment. It’s closer to the house I grew up though, in status and landmarks, so I’m pretty satisfied to where this is. Honestly, I thought leaving home was going to be more similar to a day trip. I have the distinct feeling this fantasy just took a turn for the worse. My aching jaw can only confirm this assessment. I manage to settle into the new clothing and the single mattress on the floor. I guess we’ve both drawn blood at this point. I go in for a kiss, but he pulls away. Abductors are funny like that, I guess. Seems like my guesses don’t phase him. I sort of want to know more, but what other questions could I ask? I’ve already had my fill of answers. I suppose my aggressive tactics don’t work on him. Ah, comrade, what is there to do? What can I do?

Chapter 11
Unexpectedly, this has veered more into fanfiction territory than I would have guessed. It seems like there’s a lot of this stuff out there. I can’t review what happened fully, but there’s no doubt I’m in the deepest hoohah trouble there is. Important notes: covered many days in a couple of words, wrote all in one sitting, the character did not escape alive, and there was no savior at the end of the day. She was 19 when she left, and it was two weeks (perhaps unrealisticly long) after her abduction she died. She spent several days in that hotel without being aware of the time, and then was kiddnapped for a few. Upon arrival at the other location, she was shortly shot and and then burried in a high, unmarked grave. From what little can be assertained about her life, she was loved by many and known by few. She will be missed.

Chapter 12
I have found myself in hell once again, or at least, waiting to be reincarnated. That is simply life.

author notes- began writing at around 5:03 am, only to end now, at roughly seven. I will be getting myself some breakfast during this gorgeous summer. The date is July 15th, 2021. This is a first draft, or a simple writing, cataloging what has happened both truthfully and fictionally.


weird days

i attempted to start a podcast back in middle school, and then I failed, but I was also on a friend’s podcast, though i was in the tittle and we only did a few episodes. I would like to try again, and the name would be weird days (that’s a given).


Best Foods in Order

What would life be without a food list? So… everything edible, in order, of fav to nay. Eggs, cheese, vegetables, cooked rice (yes, eggs is better than rice), bread, all sauces, fruits, and then mostly everything else, including all other types of fats and sugars.