Roses

Okay, it's been a while, so I apologize for not updating anyone on my incredibly interesting life.

Aside from talking to Chelsea, I've basically been sitting and watching TV, trying to figure out what is being said behind the Choir's interference. I've tried to have the TV off a couple of times, but sitting in complete silence doesn't help. There's this ringing that happens when you're in complete silence, I don't remember what it's called, but apparently the Choir can get at it, too.

I find the TV to be less annoying.

But yeah, I figured out how to communicate with Chelsea a little. Quick notes combined with plenty of hand gestures seem to work. I showed her this blog, and after a while, she calmed down enough to help me figure out what I need to do. I wonder if she believes that I'm being haunted by an annoying sound-ghost-thing, or whether she thinks I'm close to going off the deep end...

Chelsea took some time off work today to help me look for the Advisor's "roses." The place he talked about, "Grandmama's resting place," was a section of creek in a college town a couple of hours away. I don't know how I knew where it was, since I never really spent much time in this city, but I found the spot, and there was a bouquet of fake roses semi-hidden in the bushes, tied up in a plastic bag. Took less than a half hour of searching.

Anyway, Advisor's roses. They were fake, there were six of them, and they were held together with a loop of paper that turned out to be an envelope. The paper that was in the envelope was full of gibberish.  Not the scribble gibberish I write, but almost like dyslexia... I just sort of figured it was in code, and since I am utter crap at cracking codes, I'll go ahead and put it up here to see if any of you can translate it.

So yeah, Chelsea and I are "talking," and I'm happier with that. Not sure about her, though. Voices are still there, still just as annoying, and Advisor is still a weird fucking person that refuses to be of any real help. Same business as usual...