A day in my life!

🧠 Homework, Hauntings & Hamsters (Just Another Day in Hell)

Hey boils, ghouls, and fellow procrastinators 👁️
Today has been... a weird mix of cursed poetry, found footage, and rodents. But honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way.

📚 Step 1: Pretend to Be Responsible

So, this morning I finally opened my English homework and guess what?
Shakespeare. Sonnets.
Nothing screams “have fun on your summer break” like 400-year-old metaphors about love and death written in a font your soul can’t read.

Still, respect to the guy. He was the original emo boy.

I did one paragraph and then rewarded myself with chaos.

📼 Step 2: The Creep Tapes (No, seriously, that's what I watched)

I threw on The Creep Tapes — yes, the weird little film series with Mark Duplass being... too believable.
It’s found footage at its unhinged best, and honestly? I feel like I need to file a restraining order against my own laptop.
If someone ever shows up at my house with a wolf mask and a smile that lasts too long: nope. Not today, Satan.

🏥 Step 3: Mental Breakdown, Korean Edition

After that, I dove headfirst into Gonjiam: Haunted Asylum (because why not ruin my ability to sleep?).
I just found out how intensely stressful that movie is. Like, "screaming into a night vision camera while a ghost drags you away" levels of anxiety.
10/10 would cry in the dark again.

🐹 Step 4: Hamster Hell (Yes. It's Real.)

Then came Hamster Hell and Hamster Hell 2.
What are they? Honestly, I’m still not sure.
Animated chaos. but it kinda teaches some stuff even if it is by shocking you.
Am I okay after watching these? No.
Would I recommend them? Absolutely.

🌊 Step 5: About to Rewatch The Bay

Right now I’m preparing to rewatch The Bay — because nothing finishes off a day like parasitic outbreaks and mass hysteria in found footage format.
If you've never seen it: it’s like watching a public health PSA but made by Satan and distributed by Blair Witch Productions.
Honestly? Kinda iconic.

☠️ Other Random Notes:

• I forgot to eat breakfast. Just straight-up forgot.

• I think my room might be haunted but it’s probably just my fan clicking weird again.

• I named a dead pixel on my screen “Greg.” He’s part of the team now.

That’s all for now, fellow crypt-dwellers.
Wish me luck with Shakespeare, or don’t — he’d probably call me a “bare-faced scullion” for watching horror instead of studying.

Stay haunted,
— Frankie 🕷️