San Felipe.

Ughhghg I haven't been getting much sleep. Way too much shit going on and I need to figure out how to organize me life.

Let me just refer back to other people's blog to recap my summer thus far in multiple blogs.

Last week sometime. I was just chillin with William-3000 at my house. Cedric calls me up and asks if I want to go ghost hunting with his possy? Possey? Posey? I agreed and decided to invite Mr. 3000 and Sunny. I felt this need to invite the most random person there, Mr. Prokop himself. Maybe it was the knowledge that he had a case of beer in the back of his car. :) Long story shorter: Sunny, Chris, and I drank as we got to the San Jose haunted spot. It's an old and abandoned schoolhouse off of San Felipe. Nothing to be scared of since I was the first to jump through the window. You can say I was a bit fearless and a bit inebriated. Graffiti was scrawled all over the dirt covered walls. Sunny pulled a Leonitis at a door that scared the remainding 15 people that went with us. Oh yeah, I saw a bat that circled the dark room using his sonar capabilities.

The house interested none of us so Sunny and I led the group to go up this paved hill when all of a sudden, the mass of people behind us imitated a Usain Bolt toward our cars. Sunny and I looked at each other in total confusion and proceeded to walk down. Oh and I think we stopped to pee twice on our way back. Billy proceeded to drive us home.

According to different people, they made up different variations of why they ran. Some say they saw a figure and thought it was a ghost. Someone just heard noises. Someone heard that cults go here for some reason and that's why they saw what they saw. And someone said it was some hoodlum gangsters. Sunny heard sprinklers and I was intoxicated and unaware of anything.

Oh yeah, while we were there, Chris was super paranoid of Mountain Lions or something.

And quote:
Me: Chris do you have any flashlights?
Chris: No, but I do have a tire gauge...

Just thought that was pretty damn funny...Or at least Billy and Sunny thought so.

So yesterday, I met a guy named Jay and according to him, the house we went to has a story to it. Back then, some teacher murdered all her elementary school students and probably killed herself. Crazy people these days. Maybe if I heard this before I went, I wouldn't have hopped through that window first.